His other hand then brushed over her thrusting breasts, rubbing them softly before closing over one of them, squeezing and fondling the soft, resilient globe passionately, his fingers playing out over the tip, then closing again slowly, capturing the nipple and wiggling it gently, squeezing and pulling gently at it, going from one to the other.
Not releasing her grip on his prick, Sada trembled. As Phil lowered his head to capture a rosy nipple in his mouth, drawing an it and swirling his tongue over it sensuously, Sada writhed in a frenzy of lust.
"Sada, are you still a virgin?" he asked, his voice low and hoarse with passion.
"Yes," she moaned, "but it's all right. I know it is. Go ahead, put it inside me! Fuck me!"
Sada took his cock and placed it at her cuntlips as he continued to suck her nipples.
"Now," she groaned. "Right there… push it into me!"
He lowered his weight. She felt the knob of his cock sink between her lower lips. Then his shaft was sinking deeply into her cunt and her body began responding. There was no pain, only total joy.
Her eyes opened even wider and she groaned wildly as he continued to push even deeper into her hungry pussy with his fiery cock.
"Yes… yes… yes… it's so good… it's wonderful… beautiful! Do it to me, screw me, fuck me!"
She twisted, turned, pressing hard against him, her head thrown back, her beautiful hair spilling out over the pillow. She turned her upper torso around so that it was against his slavering lips, and he sucked again at her ripe tit until she shook with lust and passion.
He sucked beyond the nipple, the whole mass of meat of her breast going into his mouth.
Below, his thick meat slid in and out of her cunt. The pull of her sucking pussy was unbelievable in its own pleasure. Phil raised up on his anus and lowered himself with exquisite sliding strokes into the gushing liquids of her hole.
The blood raced and pounded in Sada's temples. On the down stroke she would twitch her cunt, now a swirling, cock-squeezing mouth between her legs. Her hot little ass bucked up in the air, lifting him, grinding out little tempos of madness.
"All right… is it all right?" he groaned.
"More… more!" she replied.
It was beginning to burn in her cunt, but it was a pleasant, slow bum. A whimper escaped Sada's lips, and with her hands on the cheeks of his buttocks she pulled him deeper into her and locked her ankles behind him. Then the new fuck began in earnest. He tried to tease her cuntlips with just the knob of his constant erection but she would have none of that and swirled up to meet him, taking it all in her gulping belly. Her body was like clay, molding to his, twisting away, adhering again. They fucked gloriously, lips to lips, crotch to crotch, hard chest to soft breasts, hair to hair.
Sada screamed, "Oh, God, I'm coming again…" She sighed, "Ah, Uncle Phil," as he pumped her into blissful oblivion, her cherry broken and bleeding, painting his balls red with its blood. His cock flooded into her tight pussy and out again like a great tide, bunting and smashing all before it… deeper and deeper, now that the thin membrane was gone, until his pelvis rubbed hard against her raised ass cheeks. He felt the fleshy globes flattening against his hips as he squirmed between her spread thighs.
His head flopped forward and he placed his hands convulsively on her shoulders, drawing them up her back as he thrust deeper and deeper, again and again into her sweet young cunt. He drew them down her back and held her waist for a moment and then clasped her hips so that his fingers fit into the crease of her thighs.
He pulled the cheeks of her ass hard back and held his stiff prick inside her while he revolved it around and around, scraping the tender, aching walls of her cunt with its giant blood-filled head.
He rocked back and forth on top of her, fucking into her endlessly. And the smile never left Sada's pretty face. She could feel the ragged pink edges of her pussy drawing back with his cock, then swallowing it again hungrily.
With deep-throated groans, they came together one final time, wet and drenched and drowning with each other.
"And it wasn't the last time," Sada said, her words still rushing from her mouth. "We fucked and fucked and fucked, right up until Uncle Phil's conscience got the best of him and he moved away."
"Yes… yes," Meg said, shaking her head, bewildered by Sada's revolting tale. "I remember. He was so strange when he left."
"But he left me with a need," Sada said. "He left me with a knowledge of sex and a need for a cock."
CHAPTER SEVEN
As much as Sada's confession appalled Meg, it t, excited her. She had known that Sada was far from being a virgin when she married Jerry, but she hadn't known the strange circumstances surrounding her daughter's introduction to sex.
"If you remember, after Uncle Phil left, I was edgy all the time. I couldn't eat or sleep, and school, with all those kids, became a joke. But I needed sex and I was afraid to just go out and get it."
"So," Meg interjected, "that was the reason for the constant parade of boys."
"Yes. But not one of them, alone, could affect me like Uncle Phil did. It was little more than groping and playing. It wasn't… well…"
"It wasn't fucking… like you had learned it could be." Sada was a little taken aback at the bluntness her mother exhibited and she showed it. "I've had my problems along those lines, too, Sada. Go on."
"I got involved with an older crowd. I started going to parties… mostly down here at the beach. They were swinging parties. No one really went with anyone else. Everyone was just up for grabs."
"You mean, everyone just fucked everyone else?"
My God, Meg thought, my daughter has already done more with her body at eighteen than I've done in my whole life. "Is that where you met Jerry… at one of those panics?"
Jerry was like the answer to a hungry woman's prayer. He was much more mature than any other of the boys his own age and he was ten times more exciting sexually.
Sada felt this about him the second she met him. It was a ski weekend in the mountains. Sada had been on those weekends before with the same crowd. She knew that once they arrived at the ski lodge very little time would actually be spent on the slopes.
Jerry had just bought a new sports car, and when she came out of the house he claimed her. They, were in a caravan of four cam leaving the city and it was fate that the only empty seat was in Jerry's car.
Sada's body gave an involuntary shiver when he introduced himself and closed the car door behind him.
Jerry's reputation preceded him. Sada had heard stories about him from the other girls. It was the general consensus that, at a party, wherever Jerry's room was, there would be a line of girls at the door.
They were barely outside the city limits when he made his move. Sada didn't stop him.
"Flip on the radio. Let's have some music," he said as he reached to pull her in against him, his thigh resting against her bare legs. She tried to concentrate on finding a program pleasing to him. Her body throbbed with anticipation. She wished that he would just swing off into a dark corner and fuck her.
Halfway up the mountain, Sada got her wish. He swung out of the caravan as they passed a rest stop. He found a dark corner, pulled the car to a halt, and turned to her.
"What are we stopping here for?" she asked, not wanting to give the advantage of knowing how she really felt.
"The car," he said, laughing. "I always have to give it a rest halfway. Do you know you're beautiful?"
"I've been told," Sada said. "And sexy?"
"I've been told that, too."
"Sexier than any of those other girls?"
"That's just one man's opinion."
"That's my opinion," Jerry said. "And, believe me, I know… I've had them all."