Joseph Cirelli - Attack from behind

"Red, Red… please, take it easy! You're killing me with that thing!" she gasped, but she could as easily have been speaking Spanish or even Greek for all it did to slow his ravaging thrusts. His weight was heavy now on her and she felt as if every pore of her lithe young body were being squeezed into the fleshy corpulence of his own… and she prayed for the moment she had dreaded to hurry and arrive, the instant when he would empty his lust-bloated balls into her belly and she would slosh with his viscous cum, her adultery complete!

His vicious cock-thrusts were hurtful and cruel, each backward grind of his powerful, hair-shrouded pelvis drawing his cock nearly free of her cuntal lips until the blood-bloated purplish head remained inside her pouting vaginal lips; then, with an animalish grunt, he would push all of his strength behind his deep thrust, skewering wetly into the tightly gripping walls of her pussy, rippling into the soft yielding cuntal flesh in delicious surging swelling until he slammed his huge meaty cock home with a thudding smack that sent his balls slapping into the hairless fissure of her naked buttocks.

That sound, the lewd noise of his bloated testicles slapping into her ass-cleft, seemed to epitomize the gnawing despair and humiliation of her wanton passions, and salty stinging tears dribbled from her quivering eyelids. But now the pain of his cruel skewering entry was gone, and a far worse misery had taken its place… the degrading knowledge that her man-hungry loins were beginning to twitch with feminine arousal, that her cunt was burning for his virile seething cum!

Bent nearly in half from his crushing weight pressing her knees backward, her thighs crushed the soft fleshy mounds of her breasts and her tiny budding nipples hurt from the smashing assault on her loins as they throbbed and quivered in sensual rhythm with Red's deep-skewering thrusts. Her whole body was tuned to his carnal tempo and she felt the crescendo of ecstasy that she knew would bring on the inevitable… her screaming, scratchy orgasm!

Her head tossed from side to side and her hair flailed around her head like a golden halo. The veins in her neck throbbed with man-hungry blood and stood out cordlike as she whimpered like an animal, every muscle and sinew in her fragile young body tautened, winding tighter and tighter with Red Collins' brutally impaling thrusts.

Diane shuddered as she heard the brutish man groan and she felt his chest filling and emptying with rising furor as the pace of his deep-thrusting fucking slowed to a sensuous rhythm of naked pagan arousal, a slow, deliberate pace that seemed to draw out the very act to an unspeakable moment of passion… the delicious feel of cunt gripping cock, her naked moist walls clasping the huge meaty thickness of his prick!

Her teeth bit more deeply into her lower lip and Diane shuddered from the salty taste of her own blood. Her arms encircled him out of lustful desperation and her legs splayed widely around his paunchy hips as her body hungered for his lust quenching hardness… the irreplaceable ecstasy of his cock between her legs.

He's taunting me, he's deliberately slowing down like this to tease me! Goddamn him, why doesn't he hurry… I can't stand it like this, I can't stand it!

"Gettin' to you, huh, Diane? You ain't ever had it from a real man, likely as not. Quite a difference, ain't it?" he lewdly breathed into her face.

Diane could stand it no longer and she began to scream and whimper. "Yes, yes… whatever you want, I'll say it, I'll say it, only fuck me… fuck me hard, fuck me hard, damn it!"

He had heard all he wanted to hear… the ultimate victory was his and now he could bring himself the delicious sensation of emptying his seething load right into her belly. He would make up for those years of wanting her, hungering after her. He would fill her naked young belly until it sloshed with his cum! Then she could take that home to her old man!

Her fingernails ripped at his back as he delivered thrust after thrust of thick, blue-veined cock right down the clasping love-tunnel of her twat, nearly straight down now as she doubled back inhumanly and thrust her crotch up at his adulterous loins. Suddenly, she could feel the full flowering of her pussy in wet gushing ecstasy as a warm bath of girly-cum flowed around the thick rod of his cock… I'm almost there, almost… God, I think I'm going to scream! I may die if I don't cum soon…

Suddenly, Diane arched so high off the shag carpet that she nearly bounced Red's heavy bulk off of her; her toes curled in against the soles of her feet and she screamed… a long, siren like wail that seemed to start deep down in her belly and grew more intense as it surged upward and spilled from her trembling lips.

"Aaaagghhhh! Yes, yes… I'm cumming… I'm cccuuummmmiinngg!!"

She bucked and writhed and kicked and clawed as though she were possessed by the devil himself and even Red was surprised at the ferocity of her orgasm. But he managed to stay astride her naked loins, and his cock seemed to swell to twice its normal size, gripped tightly in the warm velvety fist of her insatiable cunt!

She criss-crossed his bare back with the tearing trails of her fingernails as her fists pounded out their gushing relief. Red's face was inches above hers and his cheeks were distended and flushed, his eyes bulging in his head. Suddenly he gasped and cursed hotly into her face and Diane knew that the ultimate degradation had begun… he was cumming in her belly!

She felt his cock throb and jerk like it had a beating heart of its own; her pussy lips nibbled fervently at the thick purplish lust-pole as it began to spurt its creamy warm load into the adulterous pit of her womanhood. Gush after gush of the viscous liquid spurted from the mushroom-shaped head, filling her like the nozzle of a hose until the sticky hot goo oozed from around the deflating turgid pole of his cock and dribbled down the cleft of her buttocks.

"Ooohhh, noooo! Noooo!" she cried in utter shame as Red grunted and sweated over her. Great wet beads of his sweat dripped onto her breasts and trickled down into the cleavage between them… and then it was over.

"You ain't gonna' do nothing stupid like running home and telling your ol' man, are you?" Red asked casually as he pulled on his under-shorts. Diane was half-dressed already and standing uncertainly, bracing herself on the arm of a chair.

She laughed ironically. "Red, I did what I did to save my marriage… not destroy it. No, this secret is safe with me. No one will ever know. But you won't try to double-cross me about Don's job?"

Red grinned. "No way, honey… I might want another get-together sometime."

Her cheeks drained of color and her eyes widened. "Red! That wasn't the deal! You said…"

"Take it easy, take it easy… we can always talk about it later. But don't worry… I'll take Don off the pink-slip list in the morning."

The pretty married blonde decided to leave well enough alone and not, argue. There would be other days and other nights for that.

Red had the door open for her and she walked shakily, like a newborn colt on its spindly untried legs. She tried not to look at him but he insisted on kissing her good-bye. She managed it, though her stomach churned with a burning wad of nausea.

Outside, the night was clear and warm, just a night like any other. Perhaps for the rest of the world… but not for Diane Willard.

She turned the key in the ignition and hurriedly backed from his drive, anxious to be as far from there as she could manage. Her hands clenched the wheel like it was life itself.

Oh, Don, darling, darling… I did it for us! For you and me and for your baby!

But Diane couldn't help asking herself again and again… Had she saved her marriage or just nailed the last nail in its coffin?