David Martin - Loaned wife

He lowered her back, her legs spreading over his hips so that she was straddling him, with the thick root of his cock throbbing insistently between her legs, the broad back of it pulsating against her cunt.

With a shock, she realized that her cunt was sopping wet, that her pussy lips were eagerly responding to the wanton prodding of his swollen dick.

Gilson suddenly lifted her up higher over him, so his prick head was throbbing against her cunt-mound, time and again grazing her clitoris and sending tiny shivers of pleasure through her frame. Her breasts hung down into Gilson's face, and as she shuddered in ecstasy at the touch of his glans on her love nubbin, her tits wobbled fluidly against his cheeks.

He lowered her, opening his mouth and greedily sucking in as much of one ripe, huge, globular boob as his lips could contain. His tongue worked at her already stiffening nipple, tickling and teasing it into spike-like rigidity. Then he closed his lips, forcing all but the brownish nipple out of his mouth till he had the big, blood-gorged walnut sized tip caught between his teeth.

He sucked on her nipple and at the same time nibbled it roughly for pure pleasure. The conflicting sensations washed through her, and her hips moved in alternate jerks of pleasure and mild pain.

Her back tensed and she stiffened as he slid his slobbering lips to the other breast and did the same there.

Abruptly, he lifted her and threw her over on to her back, then rolled on top of her, crushing her big breasts beneath his powerful, broad chest. "Now, then, honey," he drawled, moving his hips so that she could feel the abnormal length of his cock rubbing against her stomach.

"Wh-what?" she asked. Things were moving too quickly for her. She felt as if she had no say in what was happening to her in the hands of the big, strange man from Texas.

"Now, there, honey," he drawled, only the hint of the wild passions rushing through him entering his voice. "Just what do you think? I've already given those gorgeous tits of yours the attention they deserve, so now what does that leave?"

He shifted his hips, pulling them far back so that his cock slipped between her thighs, the thick glans nuzzling against her cunt lips. "Well, you're plenty wet and from the way you've been moving and breathing, I'd say you're ready and then some."

His hands slid along her back until his fingers were buried in the rich, velvety softness of her ass. The weight of his upper body was pressing down on her breasts and her chest and she was struggling for breath.

But then he was pushing his hips forward and pulling her ass and hips up to him at the same time. Of their own volition, her legs spread more widely apart, welcoming his huge cock.

At first, the drive of his dick only pushed her outer labia inward, drawing the upper folds down to rub and pull at her clitoral shaft. This sent a pleasure through her, a constant ecstasy and she rocked her hips mindlessly upward in automatic response to the sensation.

But as Gilson kept up the pressure, as his dick continued to drive inward, the soft, sensitive folds of flesh were pulled deeper inside her, crushed within her and they began to hurt. Janet tried to wriggle away and relieve the strain, to pull herself off the impaling rod of Gilson's cock and force him to begin inserting that thick member between her opened lips again.

Instead, Gilson lunged suddenly.

"Ahhhhh!" The sound of pain was wrenched from her lips.

It only made Gilson the hotter.

Desperately, Janet reached her hand down between them, trying to free the tortured pussy lips from the brutal punishment they were taking.

Her fingers found the shaft of his prick and she sucked in a sharp breath. Gawd, it's just too thick! she thought.

She could feel the massive head of his dick driving between the tightly clinging walls of her vagina.

Somehow, despite Gilson's refusal to do anything that might help her, she managed to free her abused cunt lips and worked the sensitive flesh out from between the piston rod of Gilson's dick and the inner reaches of her own cuntal entrance and spread them to either side of that iron hard bar of flesh being worked into her.

As soon as the pain began fading, she became more aware of the sensations that Gilson's prick was sending through her. It was terrific, far more than she'd ever hoped to get her twat wrapped around again.

She could feel the throbbing mass of his dick head pushing farther into her, reaching for the very end of her vaginal channel and beyond. Her hand lingered between their perspiration waked bodies, and her thumb and forefinger traced the progress of that pipe-like erection as it continued to slide slowly into her waiting wetness.

The knob of Gilson's penis came up against the pinhole entrance of her cervix and still there was more of his stallion cock to come. She could feel inches of it still remaining outside of her grasping cunt, and though she feared the consequences to her insides if he should force the remainder of it into her, she knew how badly her body craved the sensations that would surely be hers once the entire length of the huge dick was buried inside of her.

Janet groaned and hiked her legs high around Gilson's waist. Her ankles crossed, locked above his back, and she rocked her hips up at him. Each heave of her pelvis forced the head of his prick into her cervix, and each prodding of his thick knob against her inner barrier summoned a new stab of pain to her.

But she had to have it!

Her nails dug into the flesh of Gilson's shoulders, her feet kicked free and battered at his wide, powerful ass cheeks, hammering at him, making it clear that what she wanted was cock, as much of it as he could give her – and immediately!

Gilson tightened his grip on her soft ass flesh and simultaneously heaved. The head of his fantastic cock pushed mightily, prodded, demanded entrance, and Janet was gasping for breath at the pain the battering ram was creating.

Her cervical opening was spreading apart wide enough for the tip of his glans, secretion-slimed and lubricated by the passage through her cunt, to slip inside.

She felt the new invasion and kicked her legs wide apart and welcoming high into the air over Gilson's back. Forgotten was his terrible weight on her breasts and chest, forgotten was the pain of his fiat, thoughtlessly rough insertion, forgotten was the fear of what might happen if he should bury the entire length of his virile mast in her. All was forgotten, except the sensations of the moment, the pleasures that were coming to her with the total ingression of his tremendous bar of hard, blood-gorged meat.

She could feel the head of his dick going through the opening of her cervix quite clearly, feeling it and enjoying it. Deeper and deeper his dick probed, her fingers all the while about the broad-based shaft.

She felt his thick, bristly pubic hair against her fingers and then took her hand away as she felt his abdomen pressing down on her fingers.

At last, his gigantic balls swung up and brushed against her eagerly offered buttocks as he pushed the last fraction of an inch of his great fleshy sword into her waiting, willing warmth.

Janet groaned as she felt the entire length of his prick throbbing inside her. She could feel the head of his cock swelling and pulsating, the shaft forcing apart the walls of her cunt, the head's throbs pulsating clearly through her cervical opening.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes, that's it, give that cock!" she pleaded. "Let me feel you sweet hot cum in my cunt."

She could hardly believe the incredible filth pouring from her lips, but she was expressing the most basic and urgent of her emotional and physical needs. She yearned for the feel of his torrential ejaculation so far inside her, craved the sensations of the liquid maleness pouring into her deepest reaches.