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I empathised with her, though the thought of the huge brute making her whimper was a massive turn on. Reaching between a pair of legs that parted automatically, my roving index finger traced a line from bottom to top of the silken slit. Wow, her pussy did indeed look and feel like it had received a severe butchering, tenderised by hard thick Irish cock. Kelly sucked in air as the digit worked inside, parting each moist pink fold. Massaging her swollen clit with my thumb, I prompted her to continue.
"Well it was then I had a little accident," she disclosed. "As I raised the sponge, soapy water splashed all over my titties. They stuck firmly to the halter, my nipples pressing really hard against the wet cotton - as hard as they are now."
I cast a glance across. Her excited nipples were half an inch long and bloated as if sore. There were distinct scratches on the flesh of each orb, doubtless induced by stubble scoring the soft flesh. Kelly angled so that the left teat brushed my lips. Parting, I took it inside, suckling long and hard, causing her to moan and press down harder upon my embedded finger. As I circled her clit and gave her a good fingering, she moaned appreciatively, the pair of us as aroused like never before.
Kelly's breath was racing as she imparted the tale with relish. "I stood up straight with the wet top clinging to my boobs and started to fan my chest. He just watched, as blatant as you like, eyes burning into me. I smiled and he climbed off the platform slowly, over the fence and into our front garden. I couldn't believe the cheek of the man. Without saying anything he pushed me up against the tailgate and stuck his rough hands inside my top. My nipples were burning. His tongue was in my mouth in seconds. My legs were up in the air around his waist I was so hot I wanted him to fuck me over the bonnet..."
"Oh honey, did he? Did the filthy animal fuck you in broad daylight?"
Kelly grinned as a dollop of precum oozed from the eye of my cock tip under her gentle ministrations. "No," she frowned. "The postman was just over the road. The builder told me I was a very naughty girl and how naufghty girls need to be punished. When I asked what he meant, he said I needed to be spanked. Before I knew it we were in the living room and I was spread across his knee like a bad little schoolgirl, hotpants down by my ankles and so helpless. I just held my breath in anticipation, my body trembling. God, how he made me wait, lifting his hand ever so gradually. I almost cried out. Then he just spanked me repeatedly and called me all sorts of names..."
"Mmmmmmm, like what?"
"He called me...he called me a dirty little slut, HIS dirty little slut. Said I'd been teasing him for weeks and that I was going to get what a dirty little slut deserved. He told me that he was going to ruin me for other men."
She jerked my cock a bit faster as my fingertip found her ravaged clit once more. "His calloused fingers strayed under and started to pinch my nipples, twisting them hard till I cried out. He was so rough with me, honey. He ordered me to tell him how I should be treated."
"Oh? And what did you reply?" I mouthed.
"I told him I should be treated like a filthy little slut. He said yes I should be, that I was the filthiest slut he'd ever met. Then he asked what I wanted."
Our eyes met and she blushed. I indicated for her to continue, cock throbbing in her delicate palm. "I said I wanted his nice big cock inside me," she revealed. "He told me to get on my hands and knees on the carpet, to wiggle my sweet little arse and to beg for it. He could see how worked up I was."
"Oh fuck, honey, yes."
Without prompting, Kelly cocked her leg over, mounting my rock hard cock. as she faced me It slipped easily into her wet cunt, burying straight to the balls. It was like entering a silken glove. Kelly gasped, a mix of pain and pleasure in that well-fucked pussy. That builder must really have given it to her hard. Reaching up, I cupped her perfectly spherical breasts, bruised as well as scratched, I noticed, in a dotted pattern around the aureolae where doubtless the builder had pawed her roughly. In comparison, I squeezed tenderly, lovingly as she gyrated on my eager cock, her nipples engorged. "Keep talking," I prompted, my breath staccato. "Tell me how he fucked you."
"Brutally," she groaned, "his cock was like a length of long hard piping. He just put his rough hands on my buttocks, prised them apart then slammed deep in my pussy from behind. Lucky I was so wet or he'd have hurt me even more. He just thrust in and out, calling me a filthy little tramp, a whore, a slut and every so often spanking my arse."
Beneath her, my heightened upward thrusts met her eager downward motions, cock slamming deep into her cervix as we built a wonderful momentum. I'd never been so turned on my life or as good as this. It was hit or miss whether Kelly came during our lovemaking but at that moment she was juicing all over my belly and matting the pubic hair over my balls. "Tell me Kelly, did he also fuck you up the arse?"
My young wife hesitated which suggested my hunch was right. Much as I'd craved to, I'd never gotten hard enough to take her tightest hole. Rocking forward, she let my stiff cock exit her wet cunt and press at her anal ring. The entrance was a doddle, her tunnel descending to envelop the shaft. Either I was harder than ever before or that builder had taken her up the arse all right, squeezed the hole open. As I punctured the sphincter and buried the whole length, Kelly reached to press two fingers in her neglected cunt, moaning intensely. "What else did he make you do?" I entreated as she rode my shaft anally.
"To finish off, he slipped off the condom and pushed me on my back whilst he masturbated over me. The first wad hit my tits. It splashed everywhere and he ordered me to rub it in. I did as he said to keep him happy. Then he pumped another load in my face before forcing me to suck his cock clean. I could barely fit it in my tiny little mouth. He was such a brute, honey. I told him to get out and leave me alone and never come back."
"And did he?"
She hesitated, our lovemaking reaching a pause, her soaking wet pussy leaking on my belly as she balanced precariously, head back, tits pushed out. "Did he, Kelly?" I prompted.
She looked shamefaced. "He came back twice more in the afternoon. He was so strong, honey. I was powerless to resist."
Suddenly I flipped her over onto her back, legs akimbo. Climbing into place, I shadowed her body completely. With all my might I thrust deep back inside her cunt, buttocks pumping. "You are a dirty little slut, aren't you, Kelly?" I whispered in her ear, before sucking at her soft neck.
"Yesssssss I am," she moaned as I grunted, the pair of us welded together at the midriff.
In and out I thrust, gathering momentum and getting ever closer as Kelly's fingernails raked at my shoulders. One hard pump and a gutteral groan and I unloaded wave after wave of cum into her womb. Feeling my cum wash around inside her, Kelly's own orgasm followed shortly thereafter, as intense a climax as ever I'd known her to have. She screamed in pure ecstasy, our bodies melting.
After a minute of breath-gathering as we lay entwined on top of the bed, she confessed: "But he didn't make me cum like you just did."
I smiled. I loved her dearly, passionately. And I'm sure she felt the same.
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