Grace Wilkinson - The late-late family show

"Are you ready for my nice big cock now, my pretty?" chuckled the sweating executive as he raised his head and stared lewdly at her through the fleshy valley of her erotically heaving breasts.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she heard a lust-contorted voice answering, but didn't recognize that obscene croak as coming from her own throat. Automatically, her hips started to rotate again, shamelessly offering up her femininity to do with as he willed.

Slowly, Foster inched his way back up to her body, tormenting her rapidly rising and falling breasts with his teeth and hot hungry mouth as he gradually covered her voluptuous figure with his gaunt body. Of its own volition, Lola's hair-fringed cuntal mound rose searchingly up in the air, as it tried to capture that impaling spike of male flesh she had feared so desperately only a short moment ago. She had to have that long hard cock fucking far up inside her belly, and had to have it now. It made no difference if he ripped her vagina into a thousand pieces; nothing mattered but release, beautiful sexual release.

"Please… give it to me, Mr. Foster," she begged, "fuck me now!" Then Lola closed her eyes and held her breath as the older man slid in between her lewdly splayed legs and guided his thick rigid penis forward until the huge purplish cock-head parted her quivering pussy lips.

"Uuuuuugggghh?" Lola cried out as the gaunt executive thrust forward.

He thrust again.

"Aaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhh!!!" Suddenly she was screaming! "Stop! God, it's too big!" the futilely squirming blonde used both hands to push up against his chest, but her frightened strength was no match for the lecherous television executive's strength. With a sadistic chuckle, he rammed forward once more, and Andy's wife quaked convulsively as the hotly throbbing organ burrowed relentlessly up into her tightly resisting vaginal passage, forcing her inner organs to each side of its battering path, smashing anything that resisted its entry. It felt as though it was about to come out of her throat and her mouth if it didn't stop soon.

"Stop! Please stop! You're hurting me!"

But he just stared at her through lust-dazed eyes, then rammed forward with one final body-jolting thrust.

"Aaaaaaaagggggghhhhhh!" she screamed as his thick rigid cock, buried itself to the hilt up inside her painfully stretched vagina!

Grinning triumphantly, old Foster hovered motionless above her until the impaled beauty's pain-contorted face began to gradually relax as her tightly clasping pussy walls slowly grew accustomed to the warmly pulsating pole of flesh lodged up between her legs. The leering gray-haired executive flexed the entire length of his penis deep inside her belly, forcing it still another inch further in, bringing another groan of agonized protest from her trembling lips. He flexed again, then again, grinning more wickedly as he heard her pleading groans grow softer and softer as her moistly heated channel stretched and dilated around the heavy-veined thickness of his cock. He began a slow gyrating motion with his pelvis, then deliberately rubbing his rock-hard shaft against her clitoris, all the while continuing to flex his massive instrument in her vagina, straining the still-cringing walls outward until the long hard invader fit snugly up into her wide-stretched belly like a sword in its sheath.

Grunting impatiently, Foster began a slow rhythmic fucking motion in and out of the young wife's tightly clasping pussy. Grinning lewdly, he used long, lunging strokes, thrusting forward mercilessly from the outmost crest of his withdrawal to slam her tormented body deep into the couch with each vicious stroke forward.

In spite of his brutal fucking however, the muscles of her body began to flex in an unconscious rhythm with his cruelly pistoning cock, her hips gyrating with ever-increasing speed to match every movement of the slaving executive above her. As she humped wildly, ecstatic moans bubbled from her lips.

Foster leered into her sweating beautiful face. "You love my big beautiful cock, don't you?" he taunted her.

"Yes, yes! Oh, fuck me… give me more, more!" she begged, gasping uncontrollably and wrapping her legs around his pumping buttocks.

The sweating executive increased the tempo of his thrusts, grinding his long hard penis savagely into the deep recesses of her belly.

"More, my lovely?" asked Foster, with a sadistic grin on his face. "Or must I stop?"

"Oh God, don't stop, don't ever stop! Fuck me, fuck me!" she screamed uncontrollably. Her knees lifted until her legs were over the older man's shoulders and, as her ass-cheeks arched high off the couch, she felt his outstretched middle finger worm its way suddenly into her tight puckered anus and begin moving back and forth in time with each stroke of his massive shaft sawing its way in and out of her wildly responding vagina. The long rigid shaft of hot flesh thrusting inside of her wetly pulsating pussy seemed to be going with jackhammer speed now, and over and over again she could feel the build up of pleasure about to explode in her belly. She was close… coming closer.

"Oh yes, fuck me like that… like that!" she babbled insanely. Then she stiffened and jerked convulsively. "Oohhhhhhh, Goooooddddd! I'm cummmmmmmmmmminnnnnng!" she screamed, howling like a wounded animal as her hot orgasmic fluids spewed out around his pistoning rock-hard penis. Then her female juices trickled hotly down the sweat-streaked crevice between her buttocks, and Foster's massive cock jerked violently then jetted his scalding white sperm far up into her convulsing vaginal passage. The pungent odor of cum reached her nostrils from the semen mixing with the liquid passion overflowing from her overfilled cunt onto the couch below. The puffing executive collapsed, gasping on one side of the couch.

Lola also lay gasping, her curvaceous body drained of everything. As she lay there, her heart pounding wildly, she noticed that Denise was gone. A moment later, she heard Foster tugging on his clothes and the tap-tap-tap of his cane as he hobbled about the office. She closed her eyes wearily. When she awoke, she was completely alone. Finally, she put on her clothes and walked toward the door. She walked slowly, fighting back the tears, for with each step a sharp pain stabbed deeply in her heart. Oh God! What had she done? How could she have done it! First Denise… then Mister Foster. She had acted like an animal in heat. And she now… most definitely… was an adulteress.

Then, blindly because of the stinging tears, she ran to her car…

When Lola awoke later that afternoon at home, her hands slid immediately to her ravaged cuntal slit. God, it was sore! But the discomfort up between her legs faded into insignificance when compared to the black wave of shame which engulfed her. As she recalled the debauching scene earlier in the day with Foster and Denise, the humiliated young wife turned, burying her head in the pillow, as if trying to shut out a nightmare.

She lay there sobbing for a moment, knowing that she couldn't go to work – couldn't face anyone at the television station. Still weeping in despair, she used the bedside telephone to notify the news director that he would have to use a substitute weather girl tonight.

When Rudy phoned the television station two hours later from Danny's Corner Bar, he couldn't believe his ears.

"Whatta you mean? Lissen, you telling me she ain't there? She's got a weather report to do."

When the voice on the other end explained that Lola had phoned in sick and had asked for her substitute to fill in, Rudy hung up and then left.

Thirty-five minutes later, he screeched his Cougar to a stop in front of Lola's house and went inside without knocking.

"Lola! Hey Lola? Where are you?" he shouted.