Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Defiled Young Housewife: EP14

Christy raised herself up on her elbows and tried to turn around, but he held her hips firmly. "No, please wait..."

He thrusted, her labia separating for the head of his penis and granting it entry. It was too late for her delay

tactics. He was already inside her.

"Don't... oh... oh... please no... ah... oh..." She collapsed on the table, air evacuating her lungs as his enormous

penis slowly advanced all the way into her, until its head practically reached her cervix and his scrotum made

contact with her clitoris. The walls of her vagina began convulsing uncontrollably. She reached forward, her

fingers clutching the edge of the table in front of her and her knuckles turning white.

His strong hands continued holding her hips as he reversed course, unhurriedly pulling almost completely out,

until just the bulbous head of his cock remained, her pink labia tightly stretched around it like the lips of a mouth

sucking on a large lollipop. He paused a moment, letting the reality of what was happening to her sink in and the

anticipation build, before embarking on his return journey to the furthest possible depth inside her, and

repeating this process with a steady, predictable rhythm.

"Ah, ah, oh, you can't do this to me. Stop it," she moaned, instinctively repositioning herself to ease his entry

and better accept him. He had already demonstrated to her that he could do whatever he wanted with apparent

impunity. Her young, white pussy was like a taste of paradise to his penis. He looked down at the wet sheen

coating his dark brown cock. "Ah, baby, you so silky and tight and feel so good. You know I can't stop now. Don't

it feel good havingall the way inside you again?"

"Ah, ah, no. Oh, ooh, ooh... it doesn't feel good. Stop doing this to me. | hate it and | hate you."

His hands moved from her hips to her butt cheeks and spread them wide apart. Her pink asshole winked at him

as he gently ran his thumb up and down across it. "Awe, | see you also liketouching your asshole. You

sensitive here too, baby? Dave ever massage your asshole? | be discovering all sorts of intimate things about

you."

"No, he's not filthy like you. Oh... you're a sick, disgusting pervert. Ah, oh... stop it now. This is wrong. | won't tell

anyone. Pull out and stop rubbingthere. Oh... please, | have to go to a job interview."

Reggie continued massaging her sensitive anus with his thumb while fucking her, causing it and the muscles in

her vagina to contract in response and making her pussy squeeze his cock. "But you my girlfriend and | know

you don't want to leavewith this painful hardon you caused, do you baby? That will makefrustrated and |

might have to do bad things to people you care about, like your poor old Grandpa Bill. | love you and | don't want

to do something like that." "Oh, god... no. Don't hurt grandpa. I'm sorry. | didn't mean to make you hard. Don't

hurt anyone. I'm doing what you want."

"Maybe if you nicer to me, letlove you more and keepsatisfied, I'll change, baby."

She didn't want to be nicer to him or let him love her in the disgusting way that he expressed it, doing these

perverse things to her, but she couldn't risk his possible reaction if she denied him. "Ah, oh, oh, ah. Okay,

Reggie."

The sex act continued, Christy's body becoming more comfortable with his size, his reliable cadence, and

beginning to anticipate his thrusts. His penis was like a giant piston moving inside a snug, well-lubricated

cylinder. Preoccupied by all this, she didn't notice him carefully unzipping the back of her dress.

He unexpectedly withdrew from her.

Was he done?

He kneeled and began sliding her thong the rest of the way down her legs.

Lifting herself on to her elbows, her back arched as she craned her head to see him. "No... what are you doing?"

she stupidly asked, her dress unexpectedly falling from her shoulders.

"Getting you into better position," he replied, lifting her foot while removing her thong from around her stiletto.

He proceeded to her dress and taking it the rest of the way off, letting it puddle around her ankles.

"No, my dress. Don't mess it up. | need to wear it to my interview. Please, Reggie, stop now." Her words seemed

weak, ineffective, almost comical, but she didn't know what else to say to make him stop. "Your dress will be

okay. Don't worry about your job interview. You can go after we done."

He unhooked her sexy bra, her perky tits and bruised nipples exposed for him.

"Please, no. Why are you doing this to me?" Christy sobbed. She was almost completely naked save for the

stockings on her legs, the high heels on her feet, and the thong remaining around her right ankle.

"Turn around and bend over again, baby." His hand landed between her shoulder blades and pushed, returning

her against the wooden surface. She was bent over with her round ass sticking out for him once more. He took

hold of her left knee and gently ushered it up and on to the table.

She felt him re-entering her and moaned. "Ah, oh... please... don't makedo this, Reggie. I'm not your

girlfriend; I'm Dave's wife. What you're doing is sick and wrong. Oh... oh... ah... no don't. This can't be

happening. Ah, oh, you're going so deep again-all the way inside me. Stop it. Don't, oh... oh... ah... no."

Regardless of how sick and wrong it was, Christy began appreciating his generous circumference and depth. Fully

inside her, he reached under her chest and lifted her off the table and into a standing position in front of him, his

one hand cupping her breast, the other sliding down her firm stomach and beginning to play with her clit as he

held her against his muscular body.

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ah... stop it."

He didn't stop. His fingers finessed her engorged clit. He kissed her neck and whispered into her ear: "You need

to cum on my big black cock and showagain how much you love me, baby-like you did the last couple times

we been together."

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