“Yes . . .” Sally Sue murmured, unable to take her eyes from the huge cudgel which would in minutes be fulfilling her shamefully carnal needs. She didn’t want Stan Oakes as a person. He was too close to the age Bob had been when he married her, and she sensed that if a real affair developed, he too would hurt her. Sinful as it might be, Sally Sue thought she would rather have a much younger mate, one who hadn’t been around long enough to enslave her. She didn’t want to dominate, but she didn’t think she could endure being broken again. She thought of she young pizza house waiter, Terry. Now, he had the growth of a man and seemed to have a drive inside himself . . . and Sally Sue knew he had eyes for her. He was so young . . .
It would really be a sin . . . but she could dream.
But the throbbing penis in her tightly grasping fingers was no dream. It was manhood, and she was woman, even if confused. Closing her deep violet eyes, she stroked it, feeling the fleshy foreskin roll over the bulbous rubbery head and the hot pulsing in the thick veins. Drops of preseminal fluid oozed from the tiny hole at the tip and smeared her palm and she trembled in eagerness.
Sally Sue had to have it in her!
Later she surely would repent. She might find a church and silently pray for forgiveness of her carnality. But at the moment, the hot throbbing penis delicately stroked by her grasping fingers was all that mattered.
She tried to pull the huge mushroom shaped head into the widely flowering lips of her pussy. But Stan drew back.
“You said slow, remember?” he said. grinning lewdly. “Let me decide when you’re ready.”
“You know I’m ready!” the passionate divorcee groaned in protest, thrusting her wetly hungering pussy up with a shamelessness that surprised her. But Stan, instead of plunging his thick shaft of flesh into her pleading body, grasped the heaving mounds of her breasts and squeezed them, massaging the pliant flesh while his lips came down on the upthrust nipples and tantalizingly sucked them alternately, his teeth nibbling. Sally Sue’s wantonly open body surged feverishly beneath him as unbelievable tingles of sensual arousement swept through her straining loins. In moments, all doubts left her, all thought of guilt. Tightly she wrapped an arm around Stan’s neck as wild with desire she again tried to bring the warm, blood-swollen head of his cock to her dilated cunt and she whispered, “Please . . . now . . . put it . . .in!”
But again he tantalizingly denied Sally Sue, thinking the harder she was forced to beg for it, the better it would be. The heavy spear of his penis slipped from her slick, grasping fingers and slid into the crease of her lewdly open ass cheeks, and Sally Sue groaned in frustration as she felt the rubbery knob momentarily against the sensitive tight little rose of her anus.
And then he had his penis in his own hand and was teasingly rubbing it up the full length of her flowering cuntal slit, arching his back, just letting her feel the delicious sensations of his pulsing cockhead on the lust-swollen lips of her twitching pussy. He jerked his slender hips forward and she felt the head parting her long-chaste vulva — and then stopping!
“Oh my God!” the aroused raven-haired beauty cried out as her long sleek legs imprisoned his hovering body. A wanton, sluttish decision flashed into her mind. She’d make Stan stop this driving her crazy! The groping fingers of her right hand again closed over his rampant spear, and furiously she began to masturbate him. In seconds he was yielding, surging down with his strong young body as Sally Sue shamelessly positioned the mushroom shaped head of his cock at the portal of her steaming vaginal opening. She gasped as, for the first time in years, a maleness was tautly spreading her sensitive lips, and she sighed, “Ooooooohhhhhh!”
And then she screamed softly as the hot tip of his rigid shaft actually penetrated her cunt. It was like the first time with Bob . . . he was just too big!
“Aaaaaauuuuugggggghhhhhhh!!!“ Sally Sue moaned. “Slow!”
But she had inflamed him too much by then. Straining, Stan jammed himself a fraction of an inch at a time into her sorely stretched pussy, feeling her resisting inner flesh being swept away in great rippling waves by his rampant cock head.
Sally Sue twisted and cried out softly at the pain as the huge pulsating rod relentlessly impaled her, thrusting deep up into her defenselessly quaking belly. And with a final lunge, his hands grasping her shoulders and holding her helpless, Stan surged to the absolute depths of her feverishly throbbing cunt, the head of his cock slamming against her cervix as his cum-filled balls smacked against her obscenely spread ass-cheeks. He lay heavily on Sally Sue and rhythmically flexed his penis in the tight wet sheath of her pussy.
“Oooooohhhhhhh!!!” Sally Sue groaned, rocking from side to side, feeling incredibly filled. Slowly the flexing became pleasurable as the pain diminished and, with a sigh, she again locked her long sleek legs around the back of her lover. She arched her back and ground her pubic mound that was covered with soft curly hair up and felt the thick base of his hotly throbbing cock scraping against the tenderness of her clitoris. Slowly he began to fuck in and out of her quivering pussy, the length of his long hard penis almost withdrawn before being slammed back inside her now eager young body. Soon she was running her hands up his back to tightly clasp him around the neck as she softly chanted, “Aaaaaahhhhh . . . Yessss . . . Ooooohhhh! Deeper! You feel gooooodddddd!!!!”
“Jesus, you’re right!” the straining man claimed as with all his strength he fucked deep into her wildly bucking cunt. “What a tight little pussy!”
“You’re filling me so . . . Ooooohhhhh . . .” Sally Sue cried out, clasping the straining man tighter. For the first time in her life she realized what the word “screwing” meant, because with each lunging penetration of her vaginal passage, Stan was having to grind his hips and ream his way into her dripping cunt. And he was good, perhaps even better than Bob had been. Beneath him she bucked like a wild woman as the soft hairy mouth of her pussy devoured his maleness wantonly.
Oh, it had been so long God forgive her carnal needs — it was GOOD!
And yet nothing was happening inside her straining, sweating body.
Every few minutes it seemed the liquid fire would begin to flow deep in her loins and her clitoris would tinge . . . and then the exquisite sensation dissolved into nothing more than the pleasure of having a penis in her once more.
Time after time it happened as her lover of the night tirelessly fucked her and she urgently responded. She had no idea how long it went on before finally his semen-loaded balls exploded and his cock swelled and spurted his impatient cum deep up into her quaking belly, flooding her so that thick streams of the heated fluid oozed from her clutching cunt lips and poured in a silver river down the wide-spread cheeks of her trembling buttocks. Sally Sue held him tight, crying softly.
So many times she had almost cum . . . only to fail!
Softening, he drew back from her embrace, and with one glance into his eyes, she realized he knew even before he spoke hoarsely.
“You didn’t cum.” It was a statement, not a question.
“Not your fault,” she whispered as she drew him down and appeasingly kissed his eyes and ears and finally his lips. “No one could have been better . . . it’s me! Stan, that was the first time in years . . . I’ve been hung up. Inside, I’m not the girl on the Sally Sue Show . . . I don’t know what girl I am. It was so good . . . but my head isn’t bolted on right, or something. But at least I took the first step. Next time . . . Maybe . . .
“Maybe I know a way to spring your head out of its cage,” he said. “Let’s see!”
Before Sally Sue realized what was happening he was sliding down her sweat-glistening body and between her splayed legs Frozen with surprise, she was unable to react before his long, wet tongue was laying her cum-seeping cuntal lips, then alternately flickering like the wings of a butterfly over the still distended bud of her clitoris and then plunging deep into the very depths of her softly trembling pussy.