Still, though, the pain was present. If only he’d give her a chance to adjust. “Darling, wait . . . just a minute . . . you’re filling me so!” Sally Sue pleaded.
With a soft triumphant chuckle, Bob condescendingly held still, feeling his bride’s violated flesh slowly rippling around his own rampant manhood, as her tight little cunt tried to accommodate his pulsating hardness. She began to sigh softly, and move slowly, and Bob Bennett determined to give her a fucking she would never forget!
He knew he was an expert. He could stay hard as long as he wanted, and get it up whenever he wanted, and there was plenty of it. One chick had accused him of swiping a fungo bat from the New York Yankees after, with a few drinks inside each of them, he had bet her a cool thousand dollars he could stay in her, hot and hard, until seven o’clock the next morning. It was then eleven in the evening. The woman, a handsome if not beautiful member of the Beautiful People Set just past thirty, had called what she thought was a bluff.
It was not a bluff!
He went into her quick and hard and stayed there until the sun was up and she was crying for him to stop. He had coldly told her that if she was worn out, he wasn’t and if she wanted him to stop, she’d have to suck. He found out she was better with her mouth than her pussy, which was prime, and they had not left her apartment for three days.
And then he’d had a hell of a time throwing her away.
Bob began to move with his virgin bride, his long thick penis boring into her now willing flesh as he took his weight on knees and elbows and his searching fingers masterfully manipulated the upthrust mounds of her soft warm breasts. As he stroked rhythmically in and out of her yearning young pussy, he could feel the smooth rippling of her cuntal flesh ahead of his cock like a tidal wave surging up into her quivering belly. Sally Sue was beginning to moan in ecstasy now, screwing herself furiously up the thick wet length of his penis, and her cunt was gushing with the heated juices of her desire.
Rob thought he’d been sort of lousy with his language toward her and ripping off her nightie, so he decided she had earned a magnificent fuck. He set about giving it to her.
For an eternity, Sally Sue felt the massive cudgel plunging into her tender but eager young pussy, his warm, knowledgeable hands on her breasts, and then sliding down over her sleek body to cup her ass-cheeks and pull her loins up hard to his jackhammering spear. It still hurt, but not so much now, and in the pain there was a strange masochistic pleasure that she wanted to go on . . . and on . . . and on!
Gasping, she chanted out her delight in wanton desire. In the mirror, she could see the glistening length of Bob’s penis plunging into the stretched little hole up between her wide-spread legs, hurting but still giving pleasure as the pale pink flesh of her ravished cunt wrapped tightly around it. Her reflection looked vilely obscene to her, yet she was lost in her own reverie and just seeing what was being done to her, feeling the pain and pleasure and the rough male hands grasping her tender flesh, heightened the experience.
Urgently Sally Sue writhed and met every lunging, flesh-searing thrust of the first penis she’d ever known, whimpering, crying out her desire in fragmented words nobody could ever put together.
And then without warning something like a napalm bomb seemed to explode deep inside her quaking loins.
Liquid fire raced through her vaginal passage and spilled from her wildly flexing cunt lips, soaking her thrashing buttocks and the sheet.
“EEEEEYYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!” she cried out wildly, and spasmodically her fingernails drew blood from the humping back of her new husband as she furiously screwed up to his impaling hardness. “Oh, Bob. . . Bob . . . BOB!”
Suddenly her entire body was out of control, muscles twitching, cunt burning, her clitoris throbbing, the buds of her nipples almost bursting from her dancing breasts. She found herself savagely sinking her teeth into her husband’s hard muscled shoulder and her pussy lips felt like balloons as she cried out her completion. There was no pain now, only intense, overwhelming sensual pleasure.
Sally Sue knew finally what her girlfriends had meant.
Her husband was still deep in her quivering, sweating body, his cock as long and hard as when he had forced the painful entry. He slowed his deep fucking until he was hardly moving in her tingling flesh and grinned down at her with dark eyes.
“You liked that, babe?”
“What . . . what happened?” the perspiring dark-haired girl managed to mumble. “I—I exploded inside! Oh, Bob!”
“By God! You never made it before! You’ve never cum!” He was astounded. Every chick knew what it felt like, even if she just fingered herself! Christ, what kind of wife did he have? He’d obviously have to teach her a hell of a lot. But looking down at her lust-contorted body, he thought that would be fun. With proper lessons, she would become a hell of a piece of ass! If he could turn her on to sucking cock, and even taking it up the ass, she’d be worth a fortune with his clients at the agency where he sold a little bit of everything from motor homes to cars, trucks, all-terrain vehicles and boats. All Sally Sue would have to do would be nice to certain customers who would buy his wares in fleet quantity. They’d be rich in a year.
Somehow he had to use all his persuasiveness to pound this into her pretty head. And despite her strict upbringing, the girl was magnificent in the rack, whether she knew it or not. Sally Sue had a natural talent for fucking.
Together they could go a long way — if she’d go his way.
Bob Bennett looked down at her nakedly trembling young body and saw the first orgasm had swept through her and she was very well satisfied.
“Honey, that was just the first pop,” he said with a grin. “This can go on all night.”
Slowly and teasingly, he began to fuck into her tightly clasping pussy again, his cock still as hard as ironwood, the bulbous head of his penis pushing waves of her tender flesh ahead while the stiff curly hairs of his scrotum tantalized her wildly puckering anus. On the bedside table, their tiny travel alarm clock ticked away minutes, and then an hour.
Sally Sue found herself cumming again and again, finally weak with the sheer physical exertion and delight. She had never dreamed fucking could be anything like this! Her whispering girlfriends had implanted the idea that if it lasted just fifteen minutes it was darned good.
She no longer felt real pain, but her inflamed cunt was sore! She had lost count of her orgasms, and was drained of strength, her reflexes to the steady pistoning of the invading cock now becoming uncertain, irregular. She had discovered internal muscles which would grab and hold him prisoner in the seething depths of her pussy. She clenched them tight and saw his pleasure.
“In Texas, they call what you got snappin’ turtle pussy,” Bob said, bending to kiss her. “The best kind. I can’t take much more of that . . . so here goes, honey!”
Savagely he began to fuck her. The room was filled with the wet sluicing sounds of his thick rigid cock plunging into the moist warm well of her cunt and the smacking of his balls on the smooth and lewdly spread cheeks of her tightly clenching ass. Sally Sue clung to her new husband and felt another surge of fire in her loins.
And then he was gasping as a river of heated cum poured from his long-denied testicles through the ballooning head of his cock and into the surging depths of her vagina, like jets of live steam. He filled her tight cuntal passage, and she felt the wild jerking of his cock in her tender flesh. And then the gushing of his cum through the hair-lined lips of her pussy to stain the bedsheets. Bob tried to move off her but she clamped him with arms and legs, refusing to let him free until finally his penis was so soft within her trembling young body that she could no longer feel it.