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.
As he lifted his lean frame from hers, she saw the thin, cobweb strings of his cum stretched from the now deflated head of his flaccid penis to trail hot and moist over her sweat glistening thighs.
Finally exhausted, her mate rolled onto his back, breathing deeply, unevenly. Sally Sue did the same. There was a deep ache up between her thighs, but Bob had finally – if crudely – given her what she'd needed for so long!
She thought that she would be such a good wife to him that she could curb his sometimes-foul mouth… and change his ideas about sex.
Like taking his penis into her mouth… Oh God, that was unthinkable!
She'd heard vague stories about girls who did it – some of whom even liked it – but she could never imagine herself in such a position. Why would a man even think of something like that?
It was absolutely beyond the satiated bride's imagination as she drifted off to contented sleep, cuddling against her husband, who was already snoring.
CHAPTER TWO
One good thing about the DJ job, Sally Sue thought as she moved through the crowded cocktail lounge with her microphone, was that it kept her so busy she had no time to think of her troubles. She had to keep talking off the top of her head, leading guests into saying things that would be good for a laugh, making friends for the sponsors. She responded eagerly to the challenge and tried to push into the back of her mind the bad points, like the finger-fumbling drunks who took advantage of her, pawing her while she was doing a 90-second interview that couldn't be interrupted. She had disciplined herself not to feel the lewdly crawling hands, never break the smooth line of her repartee, never strike back. There was always a bouncer close to move in if somebody got really rough. Sally Sue felt it was just part of the job she had carved out of nothing for herself, and she must submit to the humiliation. She learned to take half a step back and sink the spike heel of her boot into a man's foot, making it appear accidental, and put him on crutches for a month.
She jollied with the patrons of Jacques' Trap with an eye on her chronometer. The Sally Sue Bennett Show was timed to the second. Now she had eighty-seven seconds to feed a long-play tape to the Sony eight track player and beat it across the parking lot to Rosie's Pizza Parlor and rap with the teens.
She liked them better than the geriatric grabbers in the cocktail lounge, even if she couldn't really understand a lot of their language. Much of what she could understand shocked her until she finally realized they weren't being obscene when they said something like "Fuck!"