Matt's hands were again lifting my nightgown up beyond my hips, I felt the cool air brush my bum, then a tap on the instep of my foot as he whispered into my ear "open them wider". I complied submissively, moaning in expectation as hard flesh once again raked through my pubic hair and probed for the entrance to my snatch; it wasn't the tips of Matt's fingers gently spreading my labia this time. As the bulbous head of Matt's rigid cock spread my pussy lips and slipped slowly beyond, his hands went back to my hips, slid upward beneath my ruckled night gown, closed gently around my trembling breasts and then; nothing? His cock was perhaps an inch inside me and his hands stroking gently across my nipples, I was trembling in anticipation of his full penetration, but it never arrived; groaning in frustration, I pressed back against his rigid pole and oh boy, did that trip the switch.
Matt once again whispered into my ear: "I guessed right, you're a slut, just like your daughter." and in the moment I was trying to digest that statement, he slammed - no other word will do! - the full length of his rigid cock into my waiting pussy. There was perhaps a time in the dim and distant past when Jack's cock might have had the same iron-hard rigidity, but he'd certainly never shared Matt's sheer size! It felt as if he were splitting me in two, with the tip penetrating somewhere toward my ribcage and my teeth audibly ground together as I bit down to quell a scream that would've woken the whole house as a bolt of pain and pleasure - which was the greater? - ripped through my body.
Once started Matt showed no mercy, repeatedly sliding his cock almost the whole way out, before once again driving himself balls-deep into my trembling body, his hands meanwhile roughly mauled my soft breasts, tugging and painfully twisting my tender nipples. There'd been nights long ago when Jack's lovemaking had been forceful, even aggressive, but he'd never treated me like this; I suppose the key-word was perhaps 'love'? Matthew wasn't making love, he was simply fucking me! It was pure animal lust that he was pounding into me and whilst I knew that I'd regret such misuse by the morning, I was in that moment like a bitch in heat, revelling in every moment of his assault.
I doubt that Matt lasted much more than a couple of minutes, though given the intensity of his fucking, he did well to achieve even that; it still proved more than enough for me, I was writhing in the throes of a second and even more intense orgasm well before his final, violent thrust. With his hands once more at my hips, fingers digging fiercely into the yielding flesh, Matt held himself deep inside my bruised and distended pussy, releasing stream upon stream of semen into the very depths of my womb. I'd never experience a feeling quite like it, each shot of come seemed to re-generate and prolong my ongoing orgasm. Despite the cool night air I was damp with perspiration and shaking like a leaf; when Matt finally withdrew his cock and released his grip on my hips, not even the washbasin could help and I sank still trembling to the floor.
I've no idea how long I laid there, probably for far longer than the act itself had taken, but when I finally looked around I was alone and all was silent; it could've been a dream save for my aching body, ravaged pussy and the stream of fluid running down my thigh to pool on the tiled floor between my legs. I drew my fingers through that small pond, brought them to my lips and smiled, as its metallic, salty taste confirmed beyond doubt that my experience had been no dream. Matt had indeed guessed right, whilst I'd buried it for over twenty years, I was a slut, though I struggled to believe that the same could be said of Judy; did he fuck her in the same way, surely no woman could cope with that every night?
