Donna Allen - Wide-open wife

She screamed at the pain. "Oh, no, please, not that!"

"Hold still," he growled.

"Oh, God!"

"Just hold still, baby."

Her moans were muffled by the bedding. His fat, bulbous cockhead relentlessly pushed into the tight rubber ring of her virginal asshole.

"Oh, please!" she groaned. A shrill sounding howl rose out of her throat. She jerked her body back and forth. Her ass shifted from side to side as she attempted to get away from him. But she was caught. She was pinned by the fingers steadily working on her clit and cunt. Her cunt-hole tightly gripped the digits pushing inside her. The muscles dosing her ass also closed her cunt on his fingers.

"Relax!" he hissed.

"How can I relax when you're up my ass?"

Her body shook. There was no way to fight the hot bulb of his cockhead as it pushed against her asshole. Holding her breath, her eyes shut tight, she gave up the battle.

He pushed in a little at a time. The searing pain kept ripping through her, but despite the pain deep within her, she knew she did not want him to stop. She'd had heavy fantasies of having a cock up her ass and now she was getting it. She'd be getting every inch of this stranger's cock, without any mercy. Her tits rubbed against the bedding and turned her nipples into red-hot coals. She groaned. His cock felt bigger in her ass than it ever had in her cunt. The rubber ring of her asshole kept stretching. She imagined what it must look like – stretching out, unpuckering, the tiny, pinkish-brown hole opening wide enough to accept his huge cock, and then clamping down like a pair of lips around his meat.

She had him all the way up into her guts. She could feel every inch of his cock throbbing inside her shit-hole. She mewled with lust as her narrow opening became adjusted to the thick shaft. The combination of pleasure and pain was heavenly.

She was bathed in sweat. The cheeks of her ass jerked with each added fraction of an inch as he shoved his cock in deeper.

At last the tight, straining muscles of her ass stopped the struggle to expel him.

"That's it," he said.

The pain gradually dwindled. He was all the way in now. She could feel his balls tight and hard against her cunt. She forced her body to relax. She gave herself up to the hot waves of pleasure. She cringed and bit her lip when he began pistoning his cock in and out of her ass, but once again the pain decreased and there was only the pleasure. She began bucking her ass backward in order to meet him thrust for thrust. Her fists beat against the bed. She opened her mouth and cried out.

"Oh, God, I like it! I'm coming! Oh, God, I'm commming!"

He kept pumping in and out of her ass, and soon she felt the first spurting of his hot jism in her shit-hole. Grunting, she collapsed on the bed with saliva drooling out of her open mouth.

Later, when he pulled his cock out of the ring of her stretched asshole, she smiled, winced, and smiled again.

"You're a luscious piece," Gilbert Finch said.

Joanna smiled. She sauntered across the living room floor on her high-heeled pumps. Her skirt was off, but she still had on her blouse and panties. She knew her legs looked good in high heels. This was the very first time Finch had been inside the house without her husband present. The wickedness of it turned her on, especially now that she already had her skirt off. She quivered at the memory of sucking off Finch in his office just a few days before. But he'd agreed to help Mike, and that was all that mattered. Or was it? She'd enjoyed having his cock in her mouth and his hot jism spewing down her throat. She couldn't deny that – she'd enjoyed every moment of it. She wanted him now. She stood before him and teased him with the nakedness of her fleshy thighs.

Finch's eyes settled on her crotch. He gazed at the curly black hair fringing out around the tight elastic leg bands of her panties. He reached up, slid his hands over her flared hips, and pulled her crotch toward his face. He pressed his mouth against her nylon-covered muff. He inhaled, the heady odor of her cunt. Joanna squirmed her body at the provocative feel of his mouth nibbling at her crotch. There was nothing in the world sexier than a man sniffing her cunt-smell.

She ran her palms down across his shoulders and back. She arched herself closer to his face. She looked down and smiled at the obvious bulge in his crotch.

"My panties are getting drenched," she said. "Let me take them off."

Finch grinned. "That's an offer I can't refuse." She gazed down at him with a lewd twist to her lips. There was something about him that excited her. Maybe it was the power he had over her. Or maybe it was his hairy hands. He reminded her of a gorilla.

She reached behind her back for the zipper of her blouse. Her braless tits pushed forward at his face. In a moment she had the blouse over her head and her eyes on Finch to catch his response. His eyes locked on the jiggling, supple globes of her tits. Joanna almost laughed when she saw his cock jerk in his pants.

She tossed her blouse away. She traced the tip of her moist tongue across her lips as she displayed her body. Finch ran his eyes up and down her long legs to the nakedness of her belly and thighs. The panties she wore were little more than a tiny triangle at her crotch. She peeled them off in a moment and tossed them after the blouse.

Turning away from him, she bent over to pick up her things. She was fully aware of how the plump mounds of her ass bulged out in his face. She wondered how much of her hairy cunt he could actually see from the back. Having him look at her pussy from the rear was terribly exciting.

Finch was also turned on by the pose. Rising up from his seat, he stepped behind her. He ran his hands over her shoulders and back. Then his hands moved down to grip the full spheres of her ass cheeks.

Joanna stood up straight. She pivoted around, swinging her tits into his chest. Her arms angled up around his neck. Her lips pressed against his earlobe. Her belly rotated against the bulge of his cock.

"I want you to fuck my brains out," she said.

Her hands slipped down to tug at the buttons of his shirt. Finch helped her, and soon they had his shirt off. Joanna unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Her fingers slipped inside his shorts to fondle his stiff cock.

Finch's body was tense. There were beads of sweat on his forehead. He groaned when Joanna's fingertips fluttered down to tickle his balls. He hurriedly peeled his pants and shorts down to his ankles and stepped out of them.

Joanna rubbed and wiggled against him, nearly knocking him over backward.

"Jesus!" Finch said. "Let me get my shoes off!"

She laughed as he settled himself down on the floor. His erect cock speared out at his gut as he reached down to untie his shoes. She fell to her knees beside him. "Here, let me do that," she said. She pushed his hands aside. She straddled his legs and bent over to pull at his shoestrings. When she had his shoes and socks off, she shifted her body and deliberately brushed her nipples over his rigid cock. A grunt came out of Finch's throat when she briefly touched her lips to his cockhead.

Joanna blinked up at him with smoky eyes. A moment later she grabbed his cock and gobbled the long slab of fuck-meat into her wet mouth.

"Oh, Jesus Christ!" Finch groaned.

He shuddered at the friction of her sucking mouth. When she let his cock slip out of her mouth as suddenly as she'd slurped it in, he gave a grunt of disappointment. He hiked himself up on his elbows. He watched her smear his saliva-coated cock across both her nipples. The dark buds bloomed up long and hard.

Reaching for the swaying mounds of her tits, Finch used them like levers to pull her up to him. She guided her tits, one at a time, to his mouth. Her crotch-hair scrubbed over the sensitive underside of his cock. A flow of cuntjuice gushed out of her pussy to coat his throbbing meat.