Sally Simpson - And mom makes three

Now he poked one finger up her cunt, and Sally gasped, pressing her thighs against his wrist.

Though her cunt had been bone-dry, slick cunt juice now began to pump from deep inside. It slithered down her fuck tube and oozed out around her husband's finger.

"Oh Sally – I can tell you want it just as much as I do."

He withdrew his finger from her pussy, slid an arm under her legs, and scooped her up off the couch, carrying her toward their bedroom.

Sally's pussy was churning hard now, and her clit was filling with hot, pounding blood. When he lay her on the bed, she could see the big cock bulge in his pants, and she shuddered, remembering how good it felt when he rammed his enormous prick up her cunt.

Jack didn't waste any time getting out of his clothes. Sally loved the quick, furious way he stripped out of his shirt and pants so that he was standing before her, handsome and naked.

She loved to look at him. He was tall, broad shouldered and handsome as a matinee idol, with a great shock of jet-black hair and deepest brown eyes. He worked out at the gym regularly, so he was still trim and muscular, and he carried himself like a real stud.

But what fascinated Sally most was Jack's incredible cock. It was nearly nine inches long, and it was thick as a baby's arm, with an enormous helmet-shaped cock head. Powerful blue veins encircled the pillar of cock meat, giving it a knobby, gnarly texture.

Once a woman felt that piece of cock meat fucked inside her, she never forgot the experience. And that was part of the problem. Women were always chasing Jack. Sometimes, when he came back from a convention or a weekend hunting and fishing with the boys, Sally could tell that he'd recently been with another woman. Still, it was worth it, being married to him. He gave her lots of good fucking.

"Come on, baby – get naked!" he rasped, climbing onto the bed with her. His prick was fully erect, now, a big pulsing slab of cock meat, ready to resin her out.

Sally smiled lewdly and began undoing the buttons on the front of her dress. But she was so excited, she started to fumble. Impatiently, Jack reached out and grabbed onto the bodice of the dress, end with a violent gesture, ripped it off her.

"Jack!" Sally cried in alarm.

But he seemed not to have heard her. With both hand, he tugged on the bra, using so much force, he tore it in two. Sally's tits came tumbling out of the cups, a mass of supple tit-flesh.

"Aw, shit, that looks good!" Jack rasped, and he fell on top of her, forcing her down on the bed. Then he pressed his mouth to her tit, sucking so hard, she whimpered in pain.

"Jack – what are you doing?"

But he just kept sucking and gnawing at her tit-flesh, holding his weight against her so she couldn't move away. He slid his right hand under the hem of her dress and up her sleek thighs, tugging on her panties. They gave way, and he pulled them down and off her legs, so her hot cunt was within his grasp.

Sally struggled beneath him, but to no avail. Roughly, he forced her cunt labes wide apart, opening her wet pussy to his big, throbbing prick, and then he moved forward on her, wedging his wide prick head against the entrance to her fuck hole.

It was happening so fast. Sally was angry, aroused and shocked all at the same time. Her heart was thudding in her chest; her cunt was spasming wildly. She knew that any moment, Jack would thrust forward, fucking that big, punishing wedge of prick meat into her little pussy.

"Take it!" He growled, and with a quick, nasty jab, forced his way inside her.

"Aaaugh!" Sally cried. Her cunt walls stretched wide to accommodate Jack's mammoth prick.

A good three inches of prick still remained outside Sally's hot cunt, and Jack was determined to plug her full. With a brutal shove, he rammed his entire fucker into her cunt.

"Aaaie!" Sally cried.

As Jack fucked into her, his hairy groin rubbed up against her clit, sparking sharp, fiery sensations in the little joy button.

Even though it felt good – even though it was better than she ever remembered it – Sully started beating her tits against Jack's chest, protesting the violence.

But he just laughed at her, caught her writs in his hands and forced them back onto the bed, where he held them so she couldn't move.

"Jack! Jack! Stop this!"

Jack slid his prick halfway out of Sally's spasming cunt, and just when she thought he was finally listening, he fucked in hard, his big rubbery prick head bouncing against the end of her cunt.

"Aaaugh! Jack!"

Sally loved it. There was something so exciting about being forced while at the same time knowing that it was safe – that it was her husband, the man she loved – who was fucking her and not some crazy rapist.

Sally's whole body shuddered with pleasure; every nerve vibrated like a tuning fork. She wanted more. But it was part of the game for her to beg him to stop.

"Stop, Jack! You're hurting me!"

Jack was breathing hard. His face was red from his exertion, and his prick throbbing wildly inside Sally's pussy, threatened to explode with a load of jizz. Each pulse beat caused his rigid prick to press dangerously on the walls of her pussy.

"God, what a hot, tight cunt!" he groaned, wiggling his ass.

Then he began to withdraw. Sally expected him to pull out fast, with a violent, painful jerk. But he surprised her, removing his prick slowly, inch by inch, from her battered pussy.

He also eased up on her wrists, and she pulled them free. But instead of battering her fists against him as she had done before, she put her arms around his neck and pulled his face down to hers so she could kiss him. When they broke the kiss, Jack said: "I'm sorry, baby; I guess I got carried away."

Sally smiled at him. "I've never been so excited in my life."

He arched his eyebrows in surprise. "You like it when I'm rough?"

"Mmmmm… God, yes! I really get off when you fuck me hard, like you're raping the shit out of me." She wriggled beneath him, hoping he would fuck his prick back inside her.

But instead, he raised himself off of her and looked down at her with a lewd smile on his face. "Sally, baby – you and I are going to have one wild night!"

"Hey – where you going?" she called as he jumped off the bed and headed out of the room. "Damn!"

She was really hot, ready to be fucked good, and he'd gone and left her lying there, steaming and lusting after his prick meat.

Angrily, she pulled what was left of her dress over her head and tossed it aside so she was completely nude. Then she began diddling her clit moaning softly as she brought herself closer and closer to an orgasm.

"Oh, Jesus!" she cried a few moments later as a sharp, satisfying come slashed through her clit and pussy.

"Having fun?" Jack sneered from the doorway.

Sally looked over in his direction and was surprised to see that he had a couple of lengths of rope in his hand. His prick was still as stiff as ever, only now it glistened with a thick coating of cunt cream.

He walked toward her, the lust in his eyes as frightening as it was exciting.

"Jack? Jack? What are you up to?"

He said nothing, but turned her roughly on her belly and then grabbed her right wrist. She tried to pull it out of his grip, but it was like having her wrist in a vise. In a flash, he tied the wrist to the bed post with one of the lengths of rope.

Suddenly, it didn't seem like a game anymore. "Jack – this is insane! Stop it this instant!" Sally cried.

She slid her left arm under her stomach so he couldn't tie it up, too. But he turned her on her side and grabbed her wrist, stringing it up to the bedpost, just as he had done with the other.

"Jack!" Sally whimpered. "You must stop this!"

But he had already climbed onto the bed and was crouched behind her. Her beautiful heart shaped ass was fully revealed to him, and she shuddered, contracting the shapely ass cheeks. She could feel his gaze boring into her.