Jean was almost delirious with pleasure and pain. She had never had a cock fucking so deep up inside her before, and it was heaven, but so different from the way his brother had fucked her! Her buttocks jerked away slightly in an attempt to keep him from fucking her so deep, but her husband's fingernails bit into her flesh, and he held her firm, pistoning his cock into her rapidly now. Jean tried to tighten her cunt muscles to slow him down slightly but it was futile. It felt too delightful when he speared it into her, and the more she fought and resisted, the harder her husband fucked it to her hotly burning cunt. The spongy head of his cock seemed to slip all the way up into her belly as Tom gasped with the effort of fucking his massive cock up into her openly spread cuntal sheath, and he was mouthing obscene words that her mind wanted to reject, but couldn't.

"Baby… you were made for fucking," he gasped. "You've got the sweetest cunt in the world… just perfect for my nice big cock… there's never been a better fuck…"

The pain had gone now, and only the electric shocks of pleasure swept over the helplessly impaled woman's body. She closed her eyes and concentrated her full attention to the marvelous thrills of his deeply skewering cock. No longer did she feel dirty or sinful, no longer did she feel the guilt or the pain. There was nothing but the wonderful freedom and she felt gloriously happy as her husband's cock seemed to fill her entire being with wild, wanton, sexual pleasure.

Tom gazed into her lovely face and saw a great change come over it. She was the embodiment of pure sexual lust, as though she had been waiting a lifetime for this one grand fuck. As his rampant cock plunged rhythmically up into her cunt, his sperm-swollen balls slapped noisily against her nakedly upturned ass-cheeks.