Neil Forit - Lust Takes A Holiday

Fred looked down at his wife and she writhed and churned on the floor, moaning and wailing, her head flailing from side to side in wanton abandon. Her lips were moistly parted and she was chanting savage grunts as he fucked in and out of her clasping young pussy. His tempo increased as she dug her heels into the small of his back to spur him on. Sensing that she was rapidly approaching climax, he dug his fingernails into the soft flesh of her buttocks and squeezed with all his might, bringing savage wails of pleasure-pain from her lips. He thrust deeper and harder, his muscles tensing, his huge organ bulging and flexing inside her tight little cunt.

"Harder, harder, baby!" he urged, slamming into her. "Shake it, move your ass, you bitch!"

The cruel shock of his vulgar words nearly halted her orgasm, but she had gone too far already… the only thing that mattered was her husband's deliciously throbbing penis planted deep in between her legs.

She felt like an animal now, a savage animal who cared about nothing except being fucked.

"OOOOOOOOH, unnnnnnghhh!" she wailed as loud sucking noises emanated from her hotly skewered pussy with each powerful thrust of this thick rigid cock up into her vaginal passage. She could hear his sperm-laden balls smacking against her nakedly quivering buttocks, and they felt as though they were weighted with lead. Finally, it was too much to bear, and she could feel herself collapsing before his masculine onslaught, her mind reeling and spinning from the overpowering sensations that were invading her body.

Her body began to shudder and shake, she groaned and trembled, her legs jackknifing up and out, her feet pointed up toward the ceiling.

"Y-yesss, Oh God, yesss, fuck me!" she sputtered, the vulgar word escaping involuntarily from her lips. "Oh… oh God! I'm cumming!"

Feeling his wife straining with all her might toward orgasm, Fred jerked and thrust his body against hers, his burgeoning cock burrowing deeper and deeper into the tightly clasping warmth of her vagina, flexing and pulsing in mad spasms of uncontrollable lust. He couldn't hold it any longer. His body shuddered, and suddenly the hot boiling sperm stored in his cum-filled testicles rocketed out from the swollen tip of his penis deep into the wet heat of her tight young cunt. His fingernails raked her nakedly twisting ass-cheeks, his belly slapped with a leathery thud against hers, and his face contorted into a mask of savage desire. With a groan his cum rocketed into her belly like sharp bursts of machine gun bullets, making her writhe and twitch beneath him.

And almost as suddenly as it had begun it was over. The two of them lay quietly, silently, on the carpet, their sweat-streaked bodies trembling, their chests heaving as they gasped for breath. Finally Dinah opened her eyes and looked up at him with a broad contented smile on her face.

"That was nice, wasn't it?" she purred. "Oh Fred. I love you so much."

Yeah, it was nice all right, he thought. But it would have been so much better if she had just let me try something new, if she would just let herself relax and accept what I was willing to do for her. His returning annoyance grew quickly to anger as he thought about his wife's selfishness and narrow-minded prudery.

"I… I'd better get up now," he heard her say. "I should start making dinner."

"Screw dinner," he growled with a savagery that surprised even himself.

"We just started our fucking contest!"

For once he wished she would think about him instead of dinner, a job, or whatever else was bugging her. He wished she would just relax and enjoy sex to the fullest. All right, he admitted to himself, he wanted a good wife, but at the same time, he wanted a wife who could really get into the pleasures of sex and not just pretend that she was interested. It's just my luck, he thought, to end up with an incredibly sexy woman who doesn't seem to give a damn about sex, who can take it or leave it as she pleases.

His limp cock was still lodged in her moist warm vagina and he could feel the tender little lips of her pussy rubbing against its base as he rearranged himself on top of her. Hell, with a little bit of excitement, he could give it to her again, and even now he could feel it beginning to twitch as it began to rejuvenate itself. His frustration at her seeming lack of interest even seemed to help it along. Hell, he was going to give it to her once again just to prove who was boss, and it didn't matter whether she liked it or not.

Suddenly he raised up his hips and slammed into her, feeling his cock responding almost immediately. It grew slightly harder, awakening to the spasmic twitching of her cunt lips.

Dinah gasped as her breath escaped from her chest with the unexpected thrust. She could feel the heated moisture of their orgasms already leaking out of her vagina, around her husband's cock and down the sides of her thighs. How could he want to make love to her again, she wondered? She must have worked him up to a fever pitch.

Her thoughts were disrupted, however, as his penis began to swell up to its former size and slip easily in and out of the rubbery wetness of her vagina. She knew he was using her like a cheap slut, but in truth she was consumed with a burning hunger for his penis. God, how she wanted him!

Fred, for his part, felt himself growing more annoyed by the second as he saw his wife responding to the thrusts of his resurrected organ. He had meant to punish her, but it wasn't working the way he'd expected.

She was actually enjoying it. She actually wanted him to fuck her again! Christ, he wished he could stick his cock in her mouth, forcing it down her throat. That would really show her something, but he knew it would be futile even now when she was aroused to an abnormal degree.

He had to make do with what she was offering him, and so, jerking his hips, he thrust into her again, venting his anger as he used her body as a mere receptacle for his loins.

A cruel little smile played over his lips as he felt his wife straining toward orgasm a second time. Pushing harder, he fucked into her in complete abandon beneath him… suddenly he stopped. This was no different than it had ever been before.

"W-what's the matter?" she stammered, a confused look in her eyes.

"I'm getting tired of the same old thing," he breathed angrily. "I want something new. Turn over."

"W-what do you mean? What do you want?"

"Just turn over," he commanded her. "Do what I say."

She could see he was angry now, and without protest obeyed his order, rolling nakedly over on her belly as his hands clamped around and raised her buttocks high in the air. She was on her knees helplessly held in place, afraid of what was going to happen next.

"Fred, what are you going to do?"

"Just be quiet and stay where you are," he said firmly. "We're going to do things my way now."

Staring down at her sensually rounded buttocks, he felt a wave of lust sweep over him, reveling in the idea of his young bride kneeling in helpless submission before him. He knew she was going to think it would be dirty, but so much the better. He was getting tired of her prudish outlook on sex.

Dinah cringed as her husband stretched wide the twin mounds of her buttocks until she could feel a cool rush of air flowing into the crevice. What was he doing? Was he actually going to take her from the rear, like an animal? A bitch in heat?

"Fred, no!" she pleaded, trying to squirm away, but his hands on her hips held her tightly in place. She tried to bring her legs together, but his knees were in between them, forcing his will upon her.

"Relax, goddamnit," he hissed at her. "I'm going to slide it in nice and easy."

He moved forward, guiding his cock into the moistened entrance of her hairlined cunt with thumb and forefinger, until his belly was up against her buttocks.