Julie lay helplessly beneath him, while tears of rage welled up in her eyes and flowed down her pale cheeks. She felt as if she were being torn apart inside by his entry. Again she pleaded with him. "Stop it… please… Bradley… stop this!"

Nothing could stop the minister. The thoughts of the story he'd heard of the lewd ravishment of the young girls had fired his own loins, aroused him beyond endurance and that coupled with the amount of alcohol he had consumed had stripped him of all his usual gentility. He pounded his hips deep into her, thrusting the thick cock in and out, oblivious to the cries of protest that spilled from her throat.

Brad rammed in and out, now, in and out, like a sex maniac, his lust-incited cock sinking into the hilt, until it seemed to Julie that it would reach her throat from the inside! He locked his mouth to hers, mashing her lips back against her teeth. Her tender breasts, the sensitive skin bruised from his torturing fingers, were crushed against his chest. He grunted, then slid his two hands under her softly quivering ass-cheeks, lifting them to meet him even more, and now his sperm-heavy balls slapped against her nakedly upturned crotch in a steady rhythmical pattern.

The crazed husband felt his throbbing, blood-engorged cock sunk all the way inside her trembling belly, begin to ache as it seemed to grow bigger and bigger. Lord above, his balls were throbbing too now, the pressure building up in them until he thought they would explode. He fucked deep into Julie's passage that was sore, now, and still dry, fucked until she was afraid his huge thick cock would split her in two, would tear her literally to bits. "Aaaaaiiii…! Stop it…! It's wicked… oh please…!" the minister's wife pleaded helplessly as his huge cock pistoned mercilessly in and out of her defenselessly ravished cunt!