Wes had worked himself up into a fine state of readiness by the time he heard Helen's key in the lock. He stood in the middle of the living room and grinned as his prudish wife came in.
"I suppose you've been out to that awful bar again!" Helen snorted, walking up to Wes and wrinkling her nose in disgust. "I can smell liquor and I don't like it!"
Before Helen could say another word, Wes took the bull by the horns. He grabbed his wife in a tight embrace, almost knocking her off her feet.
"What in the world are you…" Helen's startled words were abruptly cut off by the descent of Wes' mouth against hers. Helen was so taken by surprise that she struggled weakly, but her mouth was pressed tightly to his devouring lips and she could do no more than make little mewling sounds of protest at the invasion of his tongue and lips. He was acting like a madman and she didn't know how to handle this crazed husband of hers. He was drunk, of course. He had to be drunk to attack her in this horrid way.
Wes knew he had the advantage and he wasn't going to let Helen get the upper hand. He clamped his hand tightly over her mouth and unzipped her one-piece church dress, pushing it roughly down her hips and removing her underclothes like a mad rapist. Now that Wes was started, he wasn't going to stop until he'd accomplished everything he and Brandy had planned. He handled his wife like a wax doll, pushing and pulling until he had her completely undressed. Her clothes were in piles all over the rug and Wes' cock was raging to possess the cold woman who had given him so much grief.
Helen gave a smothered sound of terror and struggled weakly against her husband but she was no match for his determined strength. She couldn't call out for help because his hand was over her mouth and this was such a shock that she couldn't think of what to do. Wes was holding her so tightly that she was completely helpless and her mind whirled in horror as she guessed what he was going to do to her.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Helen gasped, her voice a smothered cry. She closed her eyes tightly and swayed on her feet as Wes let her go suddenly. She was so shocked she couldn't even move.
Just when Helen had almost recovered her strength, she found herself pulled roughly against her husband's body again. Wes grasped handfuls of her quivering breasts and squeezed firmly, causing the good woman's eyes to roll back in her head with alarm. She was too shocked to even protest. Her mouth gaped open in surprise and she found she had lost her voice. She couldn't even scream for help now. Then she caught sight of Wes and realized that he had taken off his clothes. One sight of his mammoth, hard cock and she fainted dead away with fear!
Wes gazed down at his unconscious wife with alarm that quickly turned to satisfaction. He hadn't expected her to faint but that was fine. With Helen unconscious, it would make everything much easier.
Wes lifed his prudish wife in his arms and carried her to their bedroom. Then he unceremoniously dumped her on one of the twin beds she'd insisted on buying right after they were married. By the time he was through with Helen tonight, she'd either divorce him or insist that they buy a big double bed. Wes was going to fuck his prudish wife within an inch of her life!
Wes gave a little smile as he positioned Helen on the bed, spreading her pink cuntlips wide and chuckling at the delights he had never been allowed to see before. When Helen performed her wifely duties, she always insisted that it be in total darkness. Now Wes was surprised to see that his wife had a lovely pink pussy. Of course it hadn't been used much before tonight but Wes was going to change all that. By the time he was through with Helen, she was going to beg him to fuck her.
"Too bad you're missing part of the action," Wes growled, pleased by the new confident, tough way his voice sounded. He took his hard prick in his hand and guided it to his wife's tight cunthole. Because she was unconscious, her pussy was completely relaxed and Wes had no trouble positioning his long, thick cock at the entrance. Then, with a swift lunge, he shoved his jerking prick all the way inside Helen's tight, dry pussy.
Wes began to plunge in deeply, all the while watching Helen's face for a sign of her returning consciousness. He was amazed at the difference in her pussy from the other times he'd fucked her. It was heating up like an oven and Helen's usually dry, lukewarm cunt began to gush steamy cream. She was hot and tight, and Wes couldn't remember her ever being this creamy. Perhaps it was a good thing that Helen had fainted. The moment her mind had stopped working, her body had taken over and Wes could tell that her pussy was enjoying his cock.
Wes gave another lunge and he groaned as Helen's pussy muscles tightened around his long shaft. Her creamy cunt was grasping him firmly, clutching and squeezing. Then her eyelids fluttered, and her eyes opened slowly to find him fucking her wildly, plunging and thrusting away in a way he'd never tried to do before.
"Ooooooooh!" Helen screamed. She twisted her body frantically, trying to get away from his plunging cock. But no matter which way she twisted and squirmed, there was no way she could dislodge Wes' heated prick. He was buried too deeply in her pussy. There was nothing Helen could do to stop Wes. She might just as well endure this awful humiliation and hope that he didn't hurt her. Then, after he had satisfied his animal lust, she'd pack her bags and run home to her mother!
Wes laughed out loud as he realized that Helen had decided to stop fighting. "Just relax and you'll enjoy it!" he growled, continuing his plunging thrusts into her heated depths. "You can't deny it, Helen. You know this feels good!"
Helen shuddered in horror as she realized that Wes was right. It did feet good! She had never thought that fucking would ever feel good, but Wes had never done it like this before, either. Helen did her best to stop the shocking feelings that were rippling through her body, but it was no use. She liked the feeling of Wes' hard driving cock in her pussy!
Wes grabbed her tits, squeezing and running the tips of his fingers over her rock-hard nipples as Helen squirmed helplessly. Her throbbing buds were pulsing with excitement. She'd never felt like this before in her whole life!
"Ooooooooh!" Helen gasped, not able to stop the enjoyable sensations that swept through her and not really wanting to stop them at all. She must be in shock. She actually liked the awful thing that Wes was doing to her!
"Yesssssss!" Helen wailed and her mind spun in shock. Why had she shouted something like that? What was the matter with her? Good people didn't behave like animals!
Wes laughed, a deep rich chuckle combined with his panting as he continued to drive his throbbing cock into his wife's responsive pussy. "Tell me you love my hard cock," he demanded, grinning down at her shocked face. "Come on, Helen. Be truthful for once in your life. Tell me you love what my prick's doing to you! Tell me!"
Helen's body trembled with the crudeness of her husband's words. A shiver of fear and passion swept through her body and before she could try to stop them, the words rose to her lips.
"I love your cock!" she squealed. "I love the way you're fucking me with your big hot prick!"
Helen couldn't believe she'd actually said those awful words, but her own voice echoed back to her. Then, in a burst of pure lust, her legs rose up of their own accord and clamped around her husband's sweaty back. Her body was trembling and working beneath him, hips moving up as he plunged down, her trembling ass moving in wide circles in a crazy, depraved dance of lewdness.
"Oooooooh, aaggghhh!" Helen moaned again, but she wasn't calling on the Almighty to save her from this situation. She was thanking Him for the greatest pleasure of her life. She squirmed and wiggled in delicious abandon, milking every last bit of sensation out of Wes' plunging thrusts. She loved it! She loved the way her horny husband was fucking her!
Helen gave another squeal of pleasure and trembled violently. Wes was hammering at her pussy and she could hardly wait for the driving thrusts. Nothing had ever felt like this before and the Godfearing woman threw back her head and howled in lusty glee. This was truly rapture!
"More!" Helen's voice was loud and thick with passion. "Give it to me, darling! Give me every inch of your wonderful cock!"
Wes drew in his breath sharply as Helen's tight pussy muscles squeezed for all they were worth. She was massaging him like millions of miniature fingers, all over the length and width of his plunging prick. Helen's pussy felt like it was smoldering and boiling inside, a sensation Wes had never expected to feel from his formerly cold wife.
"Ooooooh, yessssss!" Helen warbled, her body poised and ready for something. She wasn't quite sure what was happening to her but she didn't want it to ever stop. It felt like she was at the top of a roller coaster, waiting to fall into the sweeping thrill as it hung suspended and then topped the rise for the breathtaking rush down.
Deeper and deeper Wes plunged into his wife's hot pussy. He ripped his hard prick into her tender inner pussy and nosed right up against the soft, springy heat of her womb. He was battering her with his swollen, blazing cockhead and Helen felt her mind snap loose and her body respond with every nerve ending.
"Aaaaaaagh!" she screamed as she felt the beginning of a massive climax rip through her body, sending wave after wave of pleasure rippling through her tender flesh. The good woman thought she would surely faint from ecstasy as she screamed out her lust.
"Aaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaagh!" Helen was shrieking like a crazed animal now, feeling the shudders of orgasm go on and on as if they'd last forever. Then she gave a last shriek of rapture as she felt a blazing explosion in the very depths of her pussy. Wes' huge, throbbing cockhead was exploding and hot cum was shooting out against her shivering womb, soaking her with gush after gush of blazing prick juice.
Wes felt his face split in a wide grin of triumph. Brandy had been absolutely right. All he'd had to do was take Helen completely by surprise so she wouldn't be inhibited. His prick was shooting like a repeating rifle and Wes groaned and yelped as the cum spurted out mightily, soaking his wife's hot, trembling pussy.
"Oooooooh, Wes!" Helen sighed, as his prick stopped shooting at last. "I-I never felt anything like that before! I-I never dreamed that anything could feel so wonderful!"
Wes looked down at his wife's face and smiled proudly. He had done it! Helen looked so different that he could hardly believe it. Her face had always had a tight, pinched look but at this moment, with the relaxed satisfied expression on her face, Helen was a damn fine looking woman!
"Well… guess we'll have to wait another month to try that out again," Wes said teasingly. "Remember that bargain we made? I certainly wouldn't want to take advantage of your Christian nature."
Helen's mouth dropped open and she sputtered in astonishment. Then her eyes began to sparkle and a sexy smile appeared on her face.
"Wes Underwood!" Helen cooed in a new soft sexy voice Wes had never heard before. "If you think I'm going to wait another month for you to fuck me, you're crazy! Just think of all the time we've wasted already. I think we could make another bargain and this time we'll fuck every single night until we make up for all the time we've missed. How does that sound to you?"
"Well… if you're sure you're up to it," Wes teased, keeping his face expressionless.
Helen let out a laugh that ended breathlessly as she felt her husband's prick throb and begin to harden again in her creamy pussy. "I-I wonder if we could try it again right now?" she asked, her voice turning husky again. "You seem to know much more about this than I do. Maybe you could teach me how to get your nice, big prick hard again."
"I think I might just be able to do that," Wes grinned. "And tomorrow I'm going to go out and buy a King-size bed. You're absolutely right, Helen. We've got a hell of a lot of catching up to do!"
Helen giggled seductively and felt Wes' prick harden even more. She'd worn the pants in this family for long enough and now it was Wes' turn. Of course, if she had anything to say about it, those pants would be hanging in the closet for most of the time!