Unspoken Pleasure (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 having me all the way inside you again?"

"Ah, ah, no. Oh, ooh, ooh... it doesn't feel good. Stop doing this to me. I hate it and I 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, I see you also like me touching your asshole. You sensitive here too, baby? Dave ever massage your asshole? I 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. I won't tell anyone. Pull out and stop rubbing me there. Oh... please, I 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 I know you don't want to leave me with this painful hardon you caused, do you baby? That will make me frustrated and I might have to do bad things to people you care about, like your poor old Grandpa Bill. I love you and I don't want to do something like that." "Oh, god... no. Don't hurt grandpa. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you hard. Don't hurt anyone. I'm doing what you want."

"Maybe if you nicer to me, let me love you more and keep me satisfied, 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. I 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 make me do 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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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 show me again how much you love me, baby-like you did the last couple times we been together."

Christy shook her head refusing to do that for him. She would never love him, and she wasn't going to allow herself to be humiliated like last time. But then something else she wasn't expecting occurred. His finger expertly retracted the protective hood on her clitoris and gently played with her exposed glans. "Oh, oh- what are you doing? Don't do that... oh, you're touching me. Ah... ah... you can't. No... oh, oh... ooh, ah, don't, Reggie," she murmured. "It's wrong. I love Dave. I can't do this to him. I don't want to cum for you. Stop making me do this. Oh, oh, ooh, ah."

Her hands reached down and warmly held his wrist as he worked her sensitive nub. Her eyes grew dreamy, her head tilted back on his shoulder, she bit her lower lip, and her pussy began to throb on his cock. "Is that starting to feel good? That's it. See how nice that feel now, baby?"

Her hips autonomously undulated. "Ah, oh, ooh, no... you can't make me do this," she moaned, grinding her pussy on his huge dick as he held her in his arms and exploited the weakness of her receptive clitoris.

"I love you, baby. You want to love me back and cum on my cock? Keep working your pussy like that," he whispered in her ear. "That-a-girl. Oh, yeah, that's it. Get into it, baby. See how nice we being to each other now and how good it feels? We BFFs like I said we would be."

Christy's pelvis continued replying with graceful coital motions, her pussy ridding his cock, and nothing more needed to be said, their bodies expressing something crude, but true to one another.