She had found it a great substitute for sex she needed.
Throbbing beneath her as its powerful motor sent it screaming down the road, her long legs tight over the saddle that was humming against the flowering lips of her cunt, she would often cum! The fine leather would be wet with her liquid passion, and by the time she reached home, she would be sopping, and satiated, not wanting 'to sinfully touch herself between the legs.
But the bike was really a placebo, she realized.
She really needed a rigid penis throbbing far up inside her yearning cunt. And left far gone behind her roaring cycle was Stan Oakes, in a 1956 Chevy that wouldn't do more than fifty miles an hour if it went over the side of a mountain. Sally Sue cranked the BMW on hard, wanting to get to her apartment a few minutes ahead of the handsome young man, so she could compose herself.
For she was facing an ordeal. This would be the first time she shared a bed with a man since Bob had abruptly gone away, and the long limbed girl didn't know whether she could go through with it or not – or how to, for that matter. She had never seduced a man in her life and hadn't the faintest idea of how to go about it without seeming like a common chippie.
She knew Stan wanted her, and maybe she should let him take the initiative. But in the eight months since he'd worked at the station, he'd never made a move, and she was afraid he was likely to be as shy as herself… which would leave both of them frustrated, and possibly no longer friends.
Or should she, in desperation, be the aggressor?
As, with long black hair swirling, the voluptuous divorcee leaned the big bike into the drive of her apartment house, she glanced upward at the star flashing sky and saw the moon was full.
It's the moon, she thought! A full moon is supposed to drive people out of their heads, and I'm that. A werewolf moon – and I'm being a she-wolf!
As she cut the switch and the powerful motor stopped, she had to laugh at herself because her thought had been the same sort of patter she used with a live mike. In the distance she heard a spasmodic coughing exhaust which could only be Stan's clunker work car. She knew he had a Ferrari, but didn't like to drive the exotic machine to work, for fear it would be damaged by malicious kids or simply stolen. She wondered where it came from, and how he managed to dress so well on his small salary from the radio station, but there was no time to think of that now. With flashing legs reflecting the moon, she scampered into the apartment house, let herself into her modest pad and quickly peeled off her panties and washed up between her legs. Sally Sue knew that if Stan touched her thighs while she was still sweating with desire, he'd know how easy she'd be, and she wanted him to make slow, teasing love, not realizing that she wanted it more than he did. She knew a man wants to be the conqueror, and in her simple mind thought it would be better for both of them if she pretended to hold back and then yield her pliant body with great reluctance, not showing the passion she really felt until his long hard penis was sunk deep into her burning flesh.
"How can you be like this?" she whispered to herself as she slithered into lavender scented panties. And then she answered her own question, "Because it's been so darn long!"
The door chimes sounded and Stan was there with the still-hot pizza.
"Come in quick – I'm ready to eat a crocodile with both hands… there's some wine… "Sally Sue blurted.
The tall, handsome, sandy-haired man grinned in lewd anticipation as his eyes swept up and down her curvaceous figure. He sensed Sally Sue was hot for his cock. The pizza and wine would just be appetizers. For desert, he would eat her!
It was amazing to watch her devour most of a pizza intended for six people, with only an occasional sip of wine to wash it down as they sat close together on her sofa.
"Aaaahhh… now I feel like people again," she sighed.
Stan Oakes was not feeling comfortable. He had not been prepared for a greeting by a massive shaggy dog and a spotted leopard and a tiny owl which flew down to light on his shoulder. Nor the black and white snake curled in a corner watching him with unblinking eyes. And particularly not for the hawk which swooped in through an open window, grasped a wedge of pizza in his fearsome talons and disappeared.
"Jesus Christ!" he said.
"My friends," Sally Sue laughed. "They're harmless."
"They look mean enough to eat meat," Stan said. He kissed the raven-haired divorcee and found her mouth softly opening, tasting of pizza. In his strong embrace, he felt her tremble as he leaned on her and pushed her down on the nubby fabric of the living room couch. And then her tongue was twining with his, exploring his mouth as he was delving deep into hers and hearing her sigh of pleasure as her nostrils flared and her body began to undulate against him.
Damn, she was hot for it! He'd never dreamed… but Stan knew this was the time to press! -
His hand moved up to cup and squeeze her lushly upthrust breast under the thin fabric of Sally Sue's dress.
"Nooooo…" she groaned, but her writhing only increased as the fire began to burn deep in her loins. And then the hand moved lower, over the smooth swell of her hips and between her flexing legs, up the sensitive flesh of her sleek inner thighs and finally teasing fingers were sliding under the lace, of her panties and caressing her sensitive cunt lips and pinching her rising clitoris, Sally Sue felt the weight of him pressing her down, the rigidity of his penis against her quaking belly and with part of her mind determined to fight her carnal desires. She knew she would lose the fight… she wanted to lose… but had to preserve some of her own image in her mind.
Yet the beautiful long-legged woman knew she wasn't fooling anybody. She yearned for a man, and now a man was holding her tight and his maleness was unmistakable! And so was the desire she was showing in tenderly kissing him and sucking his tongue deep down her throat, biting his lips as she squirmed and pressed her long-denied body closer and closer to his, grinding her pubic mound against the hot bulge of his crotch. She could hear the panting of her own breath through her flaring nostrils as she wrenched her mouth away and gasped, "Oh, God! Stan..
"Where's the bedroom?" he said. "This zoo of yours makes a man nervous."
He slid the second finger of his right hand into the already wetly heated depths of her fevered young cunt and with his thumb massaged her clitoris while Sally Sue lay in his arms, clutching him tightly.
"I'll show you," she managed to mumble through passion-swollen lips. Tears -welled from her eyes as she slipped from under his urgent maleness and said, "Stan, I'm really not like this… really not… but I need…
"Everybody needs," he said.
"Please… be slow… I'm… I'm scared!" Sally Sue sobbed. "Not of you… of me!"
"I heard you had a bummer marriage… but you bounced back," the tawny-haired young man said. "If you're hung up, this is the only way to cure it." Firmly he shut the door of the bedroom he didn't want huge dog and rare cat attacking him while he was getting laid. He didn't want anything interrupting this! He'd almost had a perpetual hard-on since he'd first seen Sally Sue and now, without expecting it, he was going to get his cock in her!
She looked like she'd be a beautiful fuck, but something had to be wrong somewhere, or why would her old man have dumped something so prime, even for money? Jesus, she was beautiful! Huge firm tits, an hourglass waist, and the perfect ass and legs below! At the moment, he didn't care if she was frigid as an ice cube – which she sure didn't seem to be from the way she kissed and her quivering little cunt was so juicy when he slid his outstanding middle finger to the hilt in the warmth of her grinding body. He thought for a minute about pushing her to take it in her mouth first and decided against it. Sally Sue was so obviously nervous. It was all coming through. She had to get fucked first, get relaxed. The second time around, she might eat him, with a little bit of urging. He could see the way the beautiful jet-haired woman was trembling in anticipation as he pushed the lock button on the door. She was standing, breathing hard, her proud breasts rising and falling with undeniable excitement, the nipples sharply outlined against the thin fabric of her microdress. And all this was going to be his! Inside his tight trousers, his penis throbbed with the need for her as he managed to say, "I want to take your dress off. Everything off."