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"Yes… you'll have to… I can't do it," Sally Sue murmured. "I just don't do this!"

"But you want to," the tall sandy-haired young man said.

"Yes," she responded in a whisper. "Oh God, yes!"

Sally Sue closed her eyes as she felt his arms surround her trembling body. Then there was the soft sound of the zipper of her brief dress being pulled urgently downward, and then it was falling away, sliding down the sleek warm flesh of her body. Exposed wantonly to his gaze, she watched as Stan knelt to unlace the thongs of her boots and pull them off. Then, except for the tiny panties, she was naked. And, instants later, his groping fingers were pulling them away from her taut, quivering ass cheeks, yanking them down almost violently, so that she stumbled and fell across the bed, her slender legs splaying wide an instant before the young man was on top of her, his hardened penis pressing long and hot against her nervously vibrating loins.

Abandoning all her long cherished morals, the passionate divorcee found herself clutching Stan tight and shamelessly wanting to have the smooth rigid hardness of his penis deep up inside her love-starved cunt. She knew she was doing wrong but she couldn't help it – if her pussy wasn't filled with cock soon, she thought she would go crazy! She'd commit suicide on the BMW, or manage to drive the old MG into a tree wide open.

Wrong as this was, it was better than taking her own life.

Sally Sue wouldn't intentionally commit suicide, but she was aware of a subconscious urge and desperately feared she might some day yield to it.

Being also a realist, she knew the problem was within herself. Sally Sue loved life but had been repressed during her formative years, and when finally she married and came to know the joys of her own body, she had been rejected. Dumped! Even now she doubted Stan Oakes felt love for her, even as his hands caressed her burning flesh.

Well, she could pretend.

Sally Sue could lie to herself while she gave her nakedly yearning body to this man who was with her on the bed. In that instant she wished there'd been more wine to wipe out her inhibitions. She wished she could give and take without any reservation at all, as some of the teens did. Through her mind flashed a vision of Terry Claff. He was just a teenager, but somehow she sensed the boy knew a lot more about sex than she did, and she had to be twice his age.

Grow up… do what you have to do! Sally Sue Bennett silently ordered herself.

Moaning with desire, she reached down to clutch Stan's probing penis, as she had that night so long ago with Flash. But this time not with the thought of quenching the man's desire but. her own passionate urge. And then she realized that in her reverie, her wanton daydream, she'd forgotten that while she was completely naked, the lover she had finally accepted was still dressed! Gulping, she blushed and said, "Take off your clothes!"

"Oh, Christ, you're beautiful!" he panted. In seconds he shed his clothes and his urgently rigid cock sprang from his body, swinging free, the melon-like testicles swollen with semen below it. "I'm going to fuck you all night!"

"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.