The Will of Instinct

"NNNOOOOOO," Bonnie whimpered, both in the direction of her husband and his acidic accusations and also towards the probing stranger behind her who was moving forth with his carnal manifest destiny.

Kneading his right hand in the material of Bonnie's loose fitting black flowing skirt, the mysterious man worked Bonnie's dress up until he was able to work his right hand into the crevice of her ass until her white cotton panties acted as a weggie between her jiggly pale asscheeks. Snaking his fingers forward, the stranger finally felt the front elastic rim of the married woman's underwear.

Holding her left hand tightly in his, he could feel Bonnie's muscles quiver as her ass awkwardly worked against his manipulations.

Looking over his shoulder to make sure the coast was clear, the tall, imposing man that was hiding Bonnie in front of him with his sheer size was pleased to see no one had focused on what was happening at the out of the way payphone. Satisfied in his secrecy, the stranger once against turned his interest back towards Bonnie as he sensed her internal emotions begin to bubble over.

"GGAAWWDDD...AAAHHHHH," the stressed married woman finally let go audibly.

It was as if someone had let a heat seeking vibrator loose inside of her crotch when the strapping stranger started working his probing fingers like rampant, twitching electrical wires all over her pussy through her sheer moistened panties. A few moments after starting his rapid violation of Bonnie's feminine fleece, the stranger felt his hand become bathed in sticky, liquid fire. It was as if someone had turned on the hot water knob and his long digits were becoming saturated under the faucet.

As he continued to rapidly stimulate Bonnie's sloppy pussy with his right hand, he could feel Bonnie's body start to jerk in front of him as if she was receiving electrical shocks. Lowering his left hand off of hers to place on her chest and torso to steady her, suddenly the stranger made a completely surprising discovery.

When his left hand slid over top of the healthy swells of Bonnie's breasts, he was greeted with the unmistakable roundness of Bonnie's pregnant belly. Letting his hand wedge between Bonnie's stomach and the front of the payphone, he massaged his fingers across Bonnie's rounded belly trying to convince himself what he was feeling was real. "Damn," he gasped internally, "I'm feelin' up a pregnant chick while she's arguing on the phone with her husband...and she's letting me."

The stranger gained a strange sense of arousal and conquest massaging the product of Bonnie and Jarrett's love as he continued to snake his drenched fingers all around the outer rim of Bonnie's dripping pussy.

Trained as a nurse, Bonnie had developed the ability to organize and delegate during stressful, chaotic situations. Trying desperately to process the perilous situation she was currently in, trapped between her husband on the phone that had completely lost control and the strange man behind her that had completely taken it, Bonnie literally felt the gears inside her head grinding to a halt. After all, if she pleaded with the man exploring her to stop it would be an unavoidable admission to Jarrett that she was involved sexually with someone. There was no way in Jarrett's present state however that Bonnie could ever explain the circumstances to him and have him believe her.

She also knew she couldn't run away, not in her present condition and even if she tried to scream, the cotton like sensation in her mouth gave her the reasonable belief that option would do no good as well.

Her options to flee nonexistent and her mind on the verge of shutting down, Bonnie's inner lust was still very much alive however. The fact that she could feel the splash of her arousal each time her bare thighs smacked together made that impossible to ignore.

Feeling the faceless man's hand tightly but gently massage her pregnant belly, Bonnie felt her feet subtly lift off the ground each time the stranger intensified his pressure. When the insistent man lowered his arm down over her rounded stomach and let it drop over her waist and ever closer to her hairy pubic V, the sinewy muscles of his arm felt like a Boa Constrictor to Bonnie as it slithered down her front.

Now suddenly, Bonnie's temples weren't the only things that felt like they were caught in a vice. As the stranger lowered his left hand to join his right exploring Bonnie's tender, aroused pussy, the hapless married woman felt her entire pent up sexual being getting the squeeze as well.

"OOOHH...DEARRRR...AAAHHHGGGAAWWDDDDD!" Bonnie gurgled as her light brown pupils rolled back in her head. Her husband's voice now had taken on a tone in her ears of shock and confusion bit with each passing moment, anything Jarrett Kloster had to say drifted far far away from where the towering stranger was taking her.

"SSSSHHHHHHHHEEEEZZZZZZ," Bonnie gasped as she gritted her teeth together into the telephone receiver, feeling like she would explode under the unforgiving touch of the man's two strong, rough hands.

With the hard plastic of the phone receiver deeply wedged between the side of her head and her right shoulder, Bonnie instinctively reached out with both arms to catch herself as she collapsed against the front of the phone itself. Bonnie felt her feet jitter off the ground each time the stranger wickedly massaged all 10 of his fingers across the greasy slick surface of her already seeded loins. With a myriad of color filling her visual field, Bonnie was unaware that she was also spreading her legs further apart so that the man behind her would have even easier access to the place she hadn't shared with another man since her wedding day.

Desperately gasping for air, Bonnie could smell the man behind her as the rich pungency of his sweaty fragrance mixed with the heavy dose of the cologne that he was wearing. She could sense his imposing presence behind her, and she guessed that he stood easily a foot taller than she did because of the way his hot breath cascaded down on her short red hair from above.

Suddenly Bonnie was so overtaken by stimulation, she succumb to her lust. Feeling her knees give way, Bonnie let gravity take hold until her knees were solidly planted on the dusty ground below at the feet of the man violating her.

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As the pleasant disbelief mounted in his mind watching the way the married pregnant woman became puddy in his arms, the stranger kept up his furious finger fucking motions until he could eagerly roll Bonnie's clit between his fingers like an oily marble.

"That's it Baby...That's right...let your husband on the phone there know that his slut knows what she likes," the stranger grunted cockily into Bonnie's left ear.

Bonnie had sunk to her knees as if she was trapped in quick sand between his faded blue jean clad legs. Bending down slightly to keep his hands buried inside Bonnie's cunt under the cover of her long black dress, the relentless man continued to pinch and seesaw his digits across the married woman's heated and hairy slit.

Bonnie yelped out from the sensation of the stranger's virile and maddening conquest of her genitals. Sensing Bonnie couldn't do it herself, he took the phone receiver from her ear and simply let it go so that it dangled limply beside the two as Jarrett Kloster continued imploring his wife Bonnie to answer his accusations through the phone.

Feeling the stranger standing over top of her like she was a helpless child, Bonnie worked her hips in rolling circles as her bare knees grinded hard on the dirty ground below. It looked as if Bonnie was getting fucked doggy style as she worked her pussy furtively against the man's sopping wet fingers. When she felt his wrist smack against the blood gorged lips of her vagina, Bonnie knew the man had entered her completely with one hand while the other blindingly whizzed across her clitoris until she literally looked like a dazed marionette in his arms.

Bonnie had always been taught to be a lady and that a good wife and mother never gave in to the carnal cravings she was now having unleashed. There on her knees, at an out of the way payphone, half naked and pregnant with a complete stranger forcefully fucking her with both hands while her husband cursed her on the receiver dangling down no more than 6 inches away, Bonnie Kloster admitted to herself that maybe she was the slut Jarrett had accused her of being all along. And Damn did it feel good!

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From his experience with the various women in his past, the stranger easily detected the telltale signs that Bonnie was on the verge of losing herself. It was painfully obvious from her conversation with her husband that her marriage had been stripped of every last bit of passion. He surmised correctly that the only joy the married woman in his arms ever got anymore was from her own fingers. Now two hands, both much more powerful and aggressive than hers, had found their way into her secret garden.

Rotating his right thumb backwards towards Bonnie's rear, the aggressor was easily able to slip his first two fingers deep inside Bonnie's vacuuming cunt while his thumb snuck between her soft white asscheeks until the tip of his thumb dipped into Bonnie's tight quivering anus.

"YEEESSS," he spat into Bonnie's ear from behind when he felt the woman's rectal muscles start to constrict against his violation. "Fight it off all you want baby...that pussy of yours is so greasy right now...all that cum your pussy lets out will flow right down your crack and into that cheery ass."

Flexing his hand ever so subtly, he was able to force his fingers deeper into Bonnie's saturated pink cunt the same time his thumb nudged deeper into her slowly opening asshole.

He looked down at the married woman's brow and smiled wickedly seeing how the beads of sweat danced right above her slot machine-like eyelids.

Forcing Bonnie closer to the payphone wall, the stranger regaled in the sight of Bonnie's erect nipples poking out and rubbing softly against the metal base of the phone well, growing larger with every stroke across the cold metal.

"That's right you little slut...make your daddy happy and cum all over his hand while he's got his thumb stuck up your ass...come on Baby...fuck me back Bitch...COME ON!!" He urged roughly.

"OOOHHHHGGGEEEZZZZZZ...AAAAHHHH...AAAHHHH..AAAHHHH, "the pregnant woman groaned as if she was going through a labor of a totally different sort, trying to give birth to her first real orgasm in over 10 months.

"OOOOHHHH... EEEEE... AAAAHHHHH... MMMMMMMM... GGGAAAWWWDDDDDDDDD!" Bonnie cried in complete submissive release as her whole face and torso convulsed wildly under the stranger's ruthless and potent assault. Finally Bonnie Kloster could take no more and began cumming right on the stranger's rough hands, there on her knees in a gravelly parking lot at a secluded payphone while her husband sat at the other end of the line at their home, hearing everything.

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Watching Bonnie shake violently as if she was a fish flopping on a shoreline, the mysterious man kept his fingers buried to the hilt inside Bonnie's pussy and his thumb pressed snugly over top of the tight orifice of her asshole until he was sure every orgasmic bit of energy had flowed out of the woman cowering at his knees. Focusing on Bonnie's spastic body language like a fascinated student, it appeared Bonnie was like a windup doll winding down after a grueling round of play.

As the pregnant woman began going limp, the stranger slowly started to pull his right hand free from the crevice of Bonnie's genitalia until his drenched white hand emerged from underneath Bonnie's black cotton dress. His whole hand, including the area above the wrist was covered in a messy mixture of feminine cum and reddish pubic hair as he pulled it free. Taking his soiled hand, he gently raised it towards Bonnie's throat and massaged the nape of her neck with it while he satisfiedly kissed her right on the top of the head.

With his free hand, the man took the phone receiver that was dangling free and hung it up, thus ending Jarrett Kloster's direct line to his wife's infidelity.

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Feeling his manhood still straining the insides of his blue jeans, he looked down at the gasping and spent woman still kneeling between his legs and decided to empty his balls right across her ashen face.

Reaching down and unzipping his fly, he had to struggle to fish out his already rigid cock before gaining control of it and letting it smack crudely across her sweaty cheek with a loud thud.

Looking up at the phone penpad as his cock twitched right in front of Bonnie's glazed eyes, he proceeded to dial the number of the friend he had originally stopped to call.

As the phone rang, Bonnie's new lover looked down at her and mouthed the words "Suck it" a couple of times until he saw her unhinge her mouth trying to fit his long veiny erection inside her parched gullet.

Feeling Bonnie's exasperated breath coat his throbbing cock as it slid between her lips, the dark stranger couldn't contain his lust for any longer than a few seconds before rapidly firing off his eruption, sending jism rippling against the back of Bonnie's throat. Thrusting his hips forward, milking it for all it was worth, the stranger lowered his hand to Bonnie's jerking head and held it steady as he slipped his cock free from her mouth and let his remaining ejaculate soil the married woman's chin and neck, leaving a sticky trail of evidence for her to take home and prove that everything her husband had said about her had been true.

When his friend on the other end of the line finally answered, the stranger laughed and made small talk for a few moments relishing the feel of his savage orgasm until the spark of a carnal idea bristled through the twisted synapses of his brain...

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