Fran's lips opened and closed in helpless torment. Her whole nakedly kneeling body trembled in helpless humiliation. It was horrible! It felt as though he had penetrated much farther than was healthy or normal. She moaned and turned her head into the already damp sheet beneath her, breathing a staccato rhythm into the bed. Her heart pounded wildly and wisps of her blonde hair clung to the moist flesh of her cheeks as well as her neck and naked white shoulders.

She would leave him… she could never live with a man like this… take this kind of treatment… listen to his degrading words! She'd go and get work again… she knew she could… she'd show him! She'd make him crawl to get her back!

But these resentful thoughts didn't continue much longer. The teasing ravishment of her widespread pussy was beginning to be too much for the distraught young wife. Instead of pounding into her as she had thought he would, Brint changed his tactics and began to fuck his desire-hardened penis in a teasingly slow rhythm, churning and flexing his long hard cock piston-like inside her moistly clinging vagina.

"Ah!" she gasped. "Don't stop… don't ever stop!"

Excited by his wife's growing arousal, Brint began to fuck more and more intensely in and out of the tightly clasping, throbbing pussy that now welcomed his penetrating cock. He had an outrageous feeling of power… of absolute manliness! With longer and harder lunges, Brint buffeted up against Fran's now hotly grinding buttocks, his spear-like penis disappearing each time into the utmost depths of his beautiful, slavishly kneeling wife's now hungrily accepting little belly.

"Oh Christ baby, it's good!" he cried, his thick fingers gripping harder around the nakedly straining thighs that had appeared in so many bathing suit ads, feeling the soft unresisting flesh giving way beneath his pressuring.