"Please Dennis," she had begged, "not now," but her pleas were to no avail, the drunken man wanted her and she knew that it was no use struggling with him, when he was in this kind of a mood she had to give in to him, it was all she could do.

She recalled now how he had grabbed her and carried her into the bedroom, throwing her on the bed savagely, tearing at her clothes as he did so. Suddenly she recalled she was naked and Dennis was tearing at his own clothes, muttering wildly as he did so, "you bitch, I'm going to fuck you when I want."

Remember, she had told herself over and over again inwardly, this is the last time, the very last time, tomorrow you'll be on the plane and it will all be over.

Then Dennis was by the bed, his massively throbbing cock standing proudly up like a truncheon against his hairy abdomen; then, without warning he was on top of her, clamping her to the bed with one heavily muscled arm. His greedy mouth had clamped down onto hers as he tried to pry open wide her legs with his knees.

"Come on you bitch, get those legs opened," he had growled.

Jeannette was desperate as she flailed her head from side to side to escape his cruel grasping hands, her short brown curly hair bobbing on the pillow as she groaned and sobbed, trying madly to remember that it was almost all over.

She felt her husband spread her smooth, white thighs even farther apart with his knees and ground his pelvis hard into her squirming defenselessly naked loins. The hollows of her buttocks jerked spasmodically, as he reached down between their two bodies to grasp his heatedly pulsating cock. He worked the blood-inflated head of his rigid shaft up and down the hot length of the narrow, hair-lined furrow until he found the snug little opening to her wetly cringing cunt. Ramming his long hard penis forward with all the strength of his back and legs, he drove his massive length into her tender pussy passage with one mercilessly vicious lunge.