Violated!

"Oooh, Jack. Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me!" Thoughts of my wanton behaviour suddenly excite me further. "Fuck ... oh, fuck me, Jack ...fuck ... fuck."

In the midst of my vocal obscenity, the cold, objective voice of my conscience speaks. Harlot! Slut! Have you no shame, no pride? What of your promise to remain loyal to your husband? Have you forgotten yourself? What about...?

The flames of wanton pleasure erupted, sniffing out such puritan thoughts.

"Fuck me-eeee," I moan. "Ohhhhh ... beautiful ... "

Fingers of steel clamp harder on my succulent flesh. His pace increases; his thrusts become even more powerful. Our bodies collide with resounding loud smacks. No one has taken me like this before. It is brutal, primeval, almost punishing. Ram, out, ram, out; time and again like reciprocating engine. Against this brutal assault, I begin to drown under waves of ecstasy. Sex has never been like this!

Rainbow lights explode, blinding me: spasms overwhelm me. The conquest is complete. I feel myself spinning into a whirlpool of ecstasy. My loins shudder uncontrollably and sweep across me. Finally, it happens. Soaring sky-high, like an eagle on steroids, flashes chill through my nervous system. I am swallowed in ecstatic bliss; a small death followed by glorious rebirth.

Different croaks start vaulting out of my lips. "Oh, Mr...! Oh ... oh ... oh, so ... so good, Jacobs! Oh, your cock's so big! So strong and hard! OOOOOOHHHH!"

"Okay, baby," he pants, "Get ready!"

A thousand receding rainbows scar my sight. Arching my hips I clutch his clenching buttocks."You bastard!"

But as I wallow in the aftershocks of my own orgasm, he is beyond help.

"Here it comes! OH!" I hear his whimpering cry as he rams his cock repeatedly to the hilt into my shuddering body. "Collette, you are so... AGH! " The first hot splashing explodes deep inside me. More churning semen gushes out of his enormous hose spurting thick, cream deep into the farthest recesses of my vagina. He shakes and rattles above me, screaming, "Motherfucker I'm shooting. Oh God! It feels so nice, so hot and tight my darling."

"Give it to me, you bad man."

"How did I leave you this long?"

His jism cascades like a fountain, splattering the walls of my battered vagina. He murmurs now like a deaf-mute. His pulsating cock stops quivering and stops shooting. Seven times spurts, discharges more come than a cup full of baby juice. Finally, he collapses down on top of me, still like a stature. I grasp him tightly. I have been unfaithful. Yet it feels so very, very good. I simply lie there, in shock but most of all the shame of my enjoyment envelops me. Somewhere deep in me another thought arises.

"Mr Jacobs..."

"Call me Jack."