Textbooks and study notes showered down from the bouncing mattress of a venerable four-poster bed as a long, thick, column of rigid flesh kept up a steady rhythm of lust and need, surging back and forth past stretched, slightly irritated pussy lips that clutch tightly around the unyielding shaft relentlessly cramming its engorged cock head into the inner most depths of a wet, stuffed and throbbing vagina.

As the man continued to plunge his thick cock into the woman’s beleaguered body, she shivered with both pleasure and a touch of pain.

Lynn didn't know how long Bob had been slamming his hard meat into her like this, and she didn't really care. Maybe it had been minutes, maybe hours. It didn't matter.

This wasn't the first time they had made love that day. Of that, she was certain. And while sure they had done it before, she couldn't remember if this was the second or third or maybe even the fourth time. That didn't matter, either.

At that moment, Lynn couldn't even remember how many days they had been married, or how long they had been staying in this furnished, attic apartment while she crammed for her nursing boards, the gruelling, day-long test that would, if she passed, make her a registered nurse. Since moving in, Lynn's time had been divided between trying to review what she had studied for the last four years, visiting and being visited by friends and family and making love with her new husband.

With her mind in a fog of lovemaking, the only thing she could now be certain of was that Bob's unending assault had once again begun rekindling the passion within her aching body.

Lynn's pussy had become almost numb. Her labia, her entire body for that matter, felt the effects of the weeks of constant love making that had followed their wedding. While she still loved being able to bring pleasure to her man, the overriding physical sensation she had begun to feel was not lust, but soreness.

This latest chapter in their ongoing saga of sexual excess began with Bob stepping out of the shower.

She’d given him a quick greeting, and turned back to her cramming. Wordlessly Bob walked over to her side of the bed, flipped her over, ripped off her shorts and panties, quickly lubricated her over-sensitive snatch with his tongue and then, ignoring her surprised, feeble protests, moved in between her widespread legs and took possession of her tired body.

It was exasperating, she really did need to cram for her boards, but it was also exhilarating and so incredibly erotic.

Then Bob had shifted position, kneeling between her legs and lifting them onto his shoulders. But instead of speeding-up, as she expected, he slowed the pace, sliding in and out using smooth, deep, almost gentle strokes while cupping Lynn's breasts and gently caressing her hard nipples.

The change re-ignited the fires of passion inside her well used vagina. It seemed like Bob's prick had somehow metamorphosed into a giant poker, relentlessly stoking those growing fires until her pussy was a raging inferno of sexual need.

Moments later, Lynn gasped as an incredible orgasm shook her from head to toe. Bob responded by pounding away with quicker, harder strokes. Then he groaned and made one last powerful thrust deep into her thrashing body as his aching nuts delivered up yet another load of cum into Lynn's churning pussy.

When they had started to recover, Lynn looked up at her exhausted husband. Gently stroking his thick, damp hair, she gave him a pleased, if a bit weary, smile, "That was fantastic Mr. Forester. But, sooner or later we’ve just got to get serious about a different sort of cramming, you know, for my nursing boards."