His burgeoning penis was hard and intensely alive, every nerve ending taut and excited and he moaned aloud with new pleasure when he felt her fingers once more close around it.
"Oh Christ, Selma," he suddenly blurted, "I want to fuck you… I want to fuck you good and hard…" Her fingers tightened around the rigid shaft of his tormented cock and then she began to draw it towards the tantalizing fulcrum of her body. He could feel the velvety wetness of her softly quivering outer lips as the hard rubbery head of his jerking shaft nudged against them, and he had to force himself to hold back.
"Ooooohhhh yes… yesss… fuck me now, lover…" Selma moaned suddenly, her voice harsh with desire. Doug couldn't stand it a moment longer. He had had all he could take and the pent-up force of his passion rushed out with a single overpowering drive, as he rammed brutally forward. With a flesh-splitting thrust, he parted the futilely resisting outer lips and crammed the hard pounding length of his lust-bloated rod halfway up into the tight, unprepared depths of her cuntal sheath.
"Aaaarrrrggggghhh… oh God you're killing me!" Selma wailed piteously, desperately thrashing her hips in a frantic effort to elude the cruel impalement.
But Doug, goaded on by almost maniac lust, ignored her cry. Heedlessly, he continued to surge forward, forcing his giant shaft to the hilt in her defenseless little belly. He held it there almost interminably, and then, with excruciating slowness, began to flex it in the pulsing darkness of her tight, dry vaginal channel.
"Oooooohhhhh… uuugggghhhnnn…" Selma moaned as she felt the steel-hard pole nudging against the sensitive tip of her cervix. She had never felt so full in her life. She felt as if the giant shaft were cleaving her in two, swelling with every passing second and she was almost afraid that it would explode inside her sorely palpitating depths. She felt vaguely uncomfortable from her awkward, half-lying position on the back seat of Doug's car, her legs parted lewdly, her naked back pressed against the cool leather upholstery.
Doug finally began to withdraw, pulling out his long throbbing cock in one swift stroke and then surging forward again.
"Aaaarrrrhh… hhhmmmmhhh…" Selma gasped as he plunged forcefully up between her widespread legs again, sinking his lust-inflated cock once more to the very base in her defenselessly naked belly. This time, the tender resilient inner membrane began to secrete excitedly, lubricating the long, lunging penis, allowing it to slip easily in and out of her openly spread cunt.
"Mmmmmm…" she moaned again suddenly, as tiny pinpricks of pleasure began to form deep somewhere in her loins, and a long shiver of ecstatic joy chilled her backbone. Her voluptuously silken thighs spread even farther apart of their own violation, her toes curling around Doug's lower back. Her arms reached up and she clasped him eagerly around the neck, spiraling her pelvis upwards to receive his rhythmic downthrusts.
Doug was in a world of his own. He had never experienced anything like this in his life before, and the knowledge that he was fucking a near-stranger in the back seat of his car, on a lonely country road, gave him an illicit feeling of pleasure that was excitingly mingled with power. He was exhilarated by the thought of what he was doing, and the wanton act liberated him in a way that he had almost forgotten. Selma was so yielding, so provocative, and just as aroused as he was! He had almost forgotten that a woman could be like that. He had almost forgotten the pleasure of fucking a real woman, a fully responsive female who returned thrust for thrust. Selma made him feel like a real man, completely sure of his masculinity – a feeling he had never had with Betty!
Betty. For a moment, he expected his conscience to overwhelm him with recriminations. He half-anticipated that the reminder of his wife would somehow make him feel different – would engender feelings of guilt and remorse – but it didn't! He felt nothing but the almost overpowering pleasure that he was getting from fucking this little blonde pick-up. The eager acceptance of her helplessly aroused little pussy instilled him with sensual vigor and made the wisps of passion which were curling around inside him burst into furious clouds of red-hot pleasure. He wished he could see Selma's face clearly, but from what he could see, he knew that her head was thrown back, her mouth half-open, spewing out incoherent words that were the expression of her complete arousal. He could feel the hardness of her turgid little nipples against his chest, could feel the increasing urgency of the spasms which were convulsing her body.
"Oh God yesss… that's it… fuck me harder… harder…" she pleaded, her voice indistinct and hoarse with lust. Her wet, naked body was writhing uncontrollably on the seat, and the clinging walls of her inner sheath were milking convulsively on his plunging cock, tightening like a vise-grip around the sensitive flesh as he plummeted deep into her warmly welcoming depths. Their two bodies were fused together as one, joined where his long rangy cock buried itself in the widely stretched passage of her openly throbbing vagina. They flailed and thrashed against each other, the car being filled with the lewd, wet, slapping sounds of their love-making. Doug felt as if he was being driven on by some inner, unknown force that was making him strive almost inhumanly for completion with the tortured, lust-wracked girl beneath him. He thought he'd go mad if he didn't climax soon. His whole body felt on fire, every nerve-ending taut and frazzled by the effort to reach the pinnacle of pleasure.
And then, a few moments later…
"Oh! Oh! Oh! My God, I'm there! I'm… I'm… aaaahhh… I'm cumming!"
Selma's choked cry rang out just as her body stiffened almost unbearably, and then she was crashing down on the seat, pounding her passion-demented cunt up against Doug's furiously driving cock.
She was mewling and groaning uncontrollably, her entire body caught up in the throes of an incredible orgasm. Doug could feel the passionate vibrations resounding throughout the length of her feverishly flailing body, and her frantic spasms triggered his own release.
All at once, the tremendous pressure which had been building up in his balls seemed to explode. His head began to spin and his body seemed to pass out of his control, as a series of convulsive shudders gripped it and made him fuck brutally between the moaning girl's wantonly splayed legs.
"Aaaaahhhhh… I'm cumming too!" he moaned savagely, as his tortured scrotum at last released the first hot spurt of his seething male sperm. It rushed blindly from the dark, hot cavern of his balls and poured out of the pulsating tube of his wildly stabbing cock, to gush wetly into the hungrily receptive depths of Selma's eagerly clasping cunt. It continued to flow in a hot, boiling jet of white fluid, seeping into the steaming creases and crevices of Selma's voraciously clutching vagina.
When, at last, the cumming was over, and he could sense, rather than see, that Selma was satiated, he collapsed over her moistly quivering form, covering her with his own trembling body. He was filled with an exultant sense of well-being, and his mind was wiped clean of all peripheral problems. He didn't care about the fact that the car wouldn't start, that he had just been unfaithful to his wife by fucking a young teenager. He'd worry about those things later. Right now, he didn't care about anything but the fact that he was satiated and fulfilled beyond his wildest dreams. And at the moment, nothing mattered but that…
Betty was trying to decide whether or not to call the police, when she heard the car in the driveway. Oh thank God was her initial reaction. It was almost three a.m. and she hadn't heard a word from Doug all day. At first, she thought that he was just working overtime, or maybe stopped off somewhere for a drink. But as the hours ticked by and midnight came and went, she really began to get worried. Maybe he met with an accident was the recurring thought in her head and more than once, she had her hand on the receiver to dial the police. But now, thank goodness, he was home, and presumably all right. Her feeling of relief passed quickly and she was left with a vague feeling of annoyance. Why in hell hadn't he called her?