Dear God! What's happening to me?
Unexplainably to her, she lost control of her legs. Her thighs suddenly, of their own volition, jerked open wide to him and his head dropped to her cunt, his mouth exploring her until he found the erect, pulsing clitoris in its canopy of slightly darker skin of the fleshy lips of her vulva. She moaned in an agony of pleasure as he found and captured the palpitating button between his teeth and held it lightly, running his tongue in circles around it, decreasing the radius, until at last he released it from his teeth, and his tongue concentrated on the tip of it exclusively.
"Stop it! Please, please, it's driving me crazy!" she moaned in a helpless plea that she knew would not be answered by Clay.
The older man opened his mouth wider and moved downward. His tongue slithered into the viscous moistness of her throbbing cunt. With his head buried in the searing muskiness of her pussy, Clay could hear her whimpering mewls each time his tongue swirled around the inside of her velvety, tumescent and softly hair-lined vaginal opening. He drew her legs up and slid his arms under them so that his shoulders and arms were wedged between her now widely opened thighs. In the midst of tongue-fucking her he suddenly realized that within seconds she would be climbing the walls begging him to fuck her.
Marsdale then slipped both of his hands underneath her thighs and pushed them up further, allowing her legs to drape over his shoulders. He moved his hands on up to her buttocks, feeling the tiny undulations of them and pulled the cheeks up to him, his stubby fingers digging into her soft flesh.
Alyce cried out her pleasure and frustration as she felt his tongue plunge deeply into the liquid depths of her cunt. She wanted more of it. Instinctively, she reached for the thatch on his head, grasping it, tangling her fingers in the bristly scruff, she tried to pull his head farther into her as the pulsing, racing sensations of her passion engulfed her. She was helpless in its thrall, and she could but react animalistically to the sensual sexuality of his probing, searching tongue.
She could no longer think. She knew she had to have release from this punishing torment.
"Clay… I've got to have it… now! I want you to put your thing inside me… and do it…" she mumbled, begging him for release from her frustration.
Clay raised his head from her cunt to leer down at her lewdly. "Oh, so you're getting off at last?" he stated.
"Yes… oh, please, do it to me!" she whispered between tightly clenched teeth, her eyes closed to shut out his obscenely ogling face.
"Say it properly, then!" he said quietly.
The insanely frustrated young blonde knew what he wanted her to say and she cast aside the Mormon Church to get what she wanted for the first time in her sexual life.
"Fuck me… stick your cock in my cunt… I want your cock fuck me fuck me, Clay… now!"
"Marvelous, you beautiful morsel… now, I want you to help me get my clothes off!" Her words were a prod of his own passion. His prick jerked and throbbed in the confines of his clothing. He had waited long and patiently while he had teased and tantalized this luscious piece of womanly flesh to advanced sexual need and he knew that she was going to be hot.
Alyce came off the bed, leaping to obey him instantly. With trembling fingers she helped him to strip off his clothing, gasping in disbelief as his giant cock was released from the imprisoning shorts. "No, my God! It's too huge!" she mumbled involuntarily. She knew her own husband was exceptionally big but this man was a sin against nature, he was absolutely gigantic.
"Don't you love it?" he leered.
"I'm afraid… I don't think I can take it all," she said wide-eyed with fear.
"You should learn more about it then. Take it in your mouth and suck it for a while!"
Instantly, she balked. "You must be mad! That's perverted. I won't! I won't!"
"Jesus Christ! You really are right off the farm, aren't you. What quaint little ideas you have about sex. Suck it, baby. Because I'm telling you right now… no suckee… no fuckee!"
He reached for her, running his hands over her breasts, tile curve of her waist and thighs, cupping her ass, pulling her loins to his and allowing his thick, lust-filled cock to slip between her thighs, the blood-red cowl of it coming to rest on the clitoral bud as he gently but firmly moved his hips against her in erotic stimulation.
The shock of the shiny, smooth head of his cock on her clitoris was almost more than she could tolerate at this point. She began to move in opposition to him, savoring the surging sensations it caused, moving in wild abandon, her hips gyrating and her moist cuntal lips sliding along the length of him.
Suddenly he pulled away from her and sat down on the edge of her bed, holding his prick in one hand, he used the other to pull her to a kneeling position between his legs; then he put his strong hand behind her neck and drew her head to his loins, stopping only when her face was scant inches from his massive member.
"Suck me!" he grunted.
Reluctantly, she lowered her lips to the blood-engorged tip of it and placed her lips there gingerly, kissing that monstrous cock, doing as he bid, knowing in her mind that it was wrong, but doing it because her body demanded orgasmic release from the sexual torture he had been inflicting upon her. Then, with deep revulsion she took the instrument into her mouth, tasting the pungent maleness of him, surprised at the soft, rubbery texture of the head, as she hollowed her lips in and out, sucking it as he had instructed her.
"Use your tongue!" he commanded.
The inexperienced young adulteress touched the head with her tongue and felt the jerking shock of it in him as she swirled her oral member around and around, finally trying to insert the tip of her tongue on the tiny, moistened orifice on the end. His hips began to move, shoving the length of his farther into her mouth.
Strangely, now, she began to feel even more sexual excitement, the pounding, crashing, rhythmic song of desire pulsing through her body demanding its resolution. Then she felt him lie back on the bed, his hands jerking her head upward and away from his ever-growing rod of flesh.
"Now, we'll see how my cock fits in your cunt," he said.
Alyce stood up as he moved his heavy body around to lie straight in the bed, on his back, his cock jutting up like a flagstaff.
"Straddle me, my dear," he said, holding out his arms to her, "ride me like a horse."
The young wife did not hesitate. She was too ready, far too far along. Instantly, she was atop him, her legs straddling his waist. She grasped his giant pole in her hands and guided it, unerringly to the moist warmth of her hungry cunt. She dropped her weight back on him, absorbing all of his prick within her in one movement, his rock-hard flesh ramming up into her vaginal vault, filling her completely and flicking past the tip of the cervix as it bottomed in her.
Suddenly, he flexed his hips upward, driving his cock even further into her as he felt the silky moistness of her pussy enveloping him with throbbing, searingly hot flesh, her body squirming above him uncontrollably.
She began to move now with wild abandon, rotating her hips and driving her cunt up and down his hardened cock, taking all of him in her velvet-lined cunt with each stroke. She found that by inching her body forward and supporting herself on her hands that she was able to move her hips more freely, and she began furiously to pump her soft, quivering buttocks up and down on him, faster and faster in the inexorable rhythm of love, locked fleshily to him by the erect phallus between them.
The fact that this was a new position for the usually shy inhibited wife did not even phase her. She was too absorbed in the concentration of sensations in her cunt. The freedom to move, to command her own direction and to set her own speed was sheer ecstasy, and she was lost in the morass of never-before-experienced sensations.