Instead, he moved closer on the flattened mattress, straddling her legs as his hands worked over the warm flesh of her slowly undulating pussy. "Now, reach in and take out my cock!"

A low shudder of unexpected excitement passed through her struggling belly at his harsh demand. Oh God! What was happening to her?

Becky used all of her willpower to fight this depraved and animal-like sensuality, yet the walls of her resistance seemed to crumble as he coursed his hands over her throbbing cuntal flanges. She could feel soft ripples of ecstatic pleasure spreading throughout her body, a pleasure so beguiling that she relaxed the straining of her thighs. Like some mindless love-slave, she rose toward the grinning young man, stretched out one trembling hand, and obediently began stroking the long thick bulge beneath his pants.

"Daamnnnnnnnnnn!" he groaned, and pivoted the crotch of his pants closer to her fingers that were timidly pulling at his belt. He scooted forward toward the lovely blonde girl, his stomach pressing against her taut little belly so that the zipper of his slacks was within her easy grasp. She gripped the metal clasp of his pants and then – closing her eyes – slid it slowly down. His underpants sprang out instantly, bulging with the obscene thrust of his erected cock.

Despite her fear, Becky Thompson moved her hands inside her husband's white jockey shorts until her fingers encountered his pulsating penis, which instantly seemed to leap up into the glove-fitting warmth of her hand. She squeezed tentatively at his burgeoning cock-shaft, and used her other hand to pull at the waistband of his underwear, tugging the shorts and slacks down until they were clinging at his knees. The entire length of his thick blue-veined penis stood out only a few inches from her eyes, the cock-head swollen angrily and its skin stretched so tight that it seemed to shine.

"Get naked," Jack hissed, his eyes focused on her fingers that clasped around his swollen male staff.