"Christ, I've died and gone to heaven," Ron said, his eyes glinting with anticipation. He knew that Gina didn't particularly care for it this way, and somehow it only made it all the more tempting. "You're really gonna do it?" he asked, kneeling behind her.

"Mmmmmmmmm," Gina whispered, waiting for that first, blinding spasm of pain. "Just go slow," she said, her body tightening slightly.

True, she hadn't enjoyed it this way, but tonight she felt different. Perhaps part of it was that she felt like a different person. She closed her eyes and thought about that monstrous prick digging into her shitter.

"Oh… do it," she cried out. "Make it good, you bastard. Load me up with a thick lump of hot cream."

As Ron looked down at his wife's rounded ass, he felt his heart skip a beat. Slowly, he pulled the firm cheeks apart and nudged his middle finger into the tiny, puckered hole. When he felt the slick muscles spasm around his nail, he pushed further inside.

"Your big cock," Gina cried out. "Not your finger. I… I want a hard prick screwing me."

Ron was amazed. The first time, and even the last time, they had done this, it had taken a long time to relax her. And even then she had cried out with pain. He had felt guilty about enjoying it so much while she lay there writhing, begging for him to hurry.

"Really?" he grunted, his jaw dropping. "You ready for it?"

In answer, Gina reached between her legs and grasped his cock with her hands. She then nuzzled the huge, pulsating cock head into the crack of her ass and pushed backward. As the thickness of his prick pierced her, she cried out.

But not with pain!

Pleasure riddled her body like a million, icy hot needles. She flexed the muscles of her shitter, drawing in the rest of his throbbing cock.

"Fuck!" Ron gasped, leaning forward. "It's so good! God, I don't believe it!" He withdrew slightly, then thrust forward hard. His balls slipped upward, bouncing against her mound of cum-oozing cunt. "Does it hurt, baby?" he grunted.