Tearfully, even bitterly she placed her husband's heavy, blunt-tipped cock-head against the tight elastic opening of her nakedly trembling cuntal slit. She bit down on her lower lip to keep from crying in earnest, but even so she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. Behind her, Brint's thickly probing cock began a slow, teasing grinding motion against her open vaginal lips, moving about in such a fashion that he exposed the hidden moisture up between them and forced the quivering lips wide open with a heavy inward pressure.

"Oooooooo!" Fran cried, her fingers still holding tight around the invading thickness of her husband's lust-swollen cock.

"Oooooooo God!" she groaned out again through tightly clenched teeth. It was forcing its way up inside the fearfully resisting ring of her cringing vaginal passage, moving steadily inward, the harsh determination of his cock stretching the tender hair-fringed lips of Fran's widespread pussy until she could feel the full blood-engorged thickness slithering almost unimpeded up into her warmly pulsing passage.

The huge bulbous head of his penis was pushing the pink inner flesh of her helplessly open cunt along in front of it in tiny rippling waves, each ripple causing Fran an acute discomfort that made her moan out loud.

"God, darling… not like this!" she pleaded. "Let me turn over… let me turn over now… on my back," she cried.

But it was no use. Her fingers now locked tightly into the crumpled bedsheet before her as she tried to maintain some kind of balance, some kind of dignity in the face of what was being done to her defenseless body. She could hear Brint panting like a wildly excited male animal behind her, and she couldn't help thinking of a dog… a big, frightening dog attacking her sexually! He was pressing his hips heavily into her upthrust buttocks, his hard advancing cock driving deep, deep into her open vaginal mouth, impaling her cruelly from behind.