Nothing changed during the first year of their marriage, and, during the second year it got worse. Don joined a larger law firm and his cases got bigger and more important. Often his work took him out of town for weeks at a time. And when he was in town, he was a Friday Night Fucker.
The ritual was always the same. He would come home, drink two martinis, have dinner, work for two hours and then crawl into bed.
"It's Friday, darling."
"I know."
A little time on the tits, equal time for the ass, a finger up her cunt and Don was ready.
"I'm ready, honey. I'm hard!"
Roll over, stick it in, pump, pump.
"I'm coming, honey!"
"Good for you."
Roll off and start to snore.
Sherry started drinking, and thinking. She wished she hadn't quit flying. If she were in some far-away city, she wouldn't feel so guilty about committing adultery.
Don went out of town for a week, and Sherry started looking – mostly at the high-school kid, Bill Watson, who came every Saturday morning to mow the lawn.
But she resisted. God, she thought, that would be the pits… fucking kids!
Don missed two Fridays in a row, and then came home very late on a third. Sherry had been drinking much more than usual.
The fourth glass of Scotch was well on its way toward being emptied when she heard the muted rumble of Don's car, and still she could not find peace for her heated flesh. The vibration reaching her from the slamming of the front door almost made her scream. It was a sexual heat and yet it was not. The tingling, the excitement, the itch, were all in the same places, all gave off the same sensations, yet they seemed to be far removed from anything as physical as sex.
Don came into the bedroom on tiptoe, then relaxed when he saw that his wife wasn't asleep. He saw the bottle of liquor and the slightly glazed cast of her eyes. He frowned, but said nothing.
"You don't have to be quiet," Sherry said, her voice too loud.
"I didn't know whether you'd fallen asleep with the light on."
He sat down in a chair and removed his shoes and socks. She could see the lines of fatigue etched into the skin of his face. She could see the dark pockets beneath his eyes and she noticed the slight difficulty he had making his eyes focus. He was dead on his feet.
But Sherry didn't care.
She wanted his cock.
"It wouldn't have mattered if I were asleep," she said, her voice, lower now. "I would have wanted you to wake me up."
She pushed herself higher against the pillows and let the blanket drop to her waist. Her upper body was covered only by the diaphanous material of her nightgown. The light coming from her right side made the material completely transparent. Her tits were completely revealed to her husband and she knew it. She knew the heavy ripeness of the white globes drew his eyes and she knew her hardening nipple did not escape his notice.
Don rose from the chair, his feet bare, and stripped off his trousers and shirt. Then, clad only in his shorts, he went to her and sat down on the edge of the bed. He put his hands flat on the mattress on either side of her shoulders and leaned down close to her face. It was the most romantic thing he'd done in months.
Net hands touched his arms and slid up to his shoulders to lock behind us neck. He let her pull his face even closer and just before their lips met he said, "Don't you think you've had about enough to drink for tonight?"
"Yes, darling," she breathed, searching for his mouth with her own. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut and her arms were pulling down hard. His face touched her own and she found his mouth. Her lips softened and parted and she traced the outline of his closed lips with the fiery tip of her tongue.
Somehow she managed to transmit her passion and need to him. His body came down to crush her tits, and his tongue began a searching of its own. Her hands left the back of his neck and traced the muscles of his shoulders and sides. They roamed up and down his back, bumping along the ridges of his spine until they came to the elastic waistband of his shorts.
"Wait, darling," Don said urgently, pushing himself away from her. "I need a shower. I must smell like a goat."
"I don't care," Sherry whispered hotly. "I don't want to wait!"
He ignored her plea and rose from the bed. With growing horror, she saw him strip away his shorts and turn his back on her to go into the bathroom.
It'll be too late then, she cried silently. I need you now!
In desperation, she pulled the slit of her cunt open with her left hand and rammed three fingers of her right hand up her pussy.
Her hips rocked and her body writhed on the mattress. The sheets touching her skin were like tongues of flame. Wait, she told herself, just a few minutes! She raised a hand against her tit, seeking to still the excited movements of her flesh. But instead of quieting her flesh, the touch of her own hands excited her even further.
With a groan and sigh of disappointment, she gave up the struggle to hold herself back. Wildly, she rammed her fingers in and out of her hot cunt and rubbed the heel of her hand against her aching clit.
In a few moments, her body stiffened. She was rigid, every muscle locked tight. Her stomach fluttered and her nostrils flared, and she ground her teeth to keep from screaming.
Then, when she slumped back to the bed, she heard the shower, stop. In a moment Don was back in the room. And she couldn't have cared less.
He saw the change in her immediately and a look of relief flashed across his face. The shower had revived him slightly, but he really didn't have the strength to do justice to his wife's needs.
He came to the edge of the bed again and this time kissed her forehead. His hand lightly caressed the curve of her hip. And then he was gone, around to his own side of the bed. Twenty seconds after his head hit the pillow, he was snoring.
With a sigh, Sherry turned out the light and rolled up into a tight ball, her knees drawn up to her tits and her arms wrapped around her legs. Sleep was an escape from the confusion and self-doubt – and it came quickly.
The following afternoon, Sherry ran into Toni McLoud while she was shopping. The two girls had often flown together, but had never become what one might call close friends. There was a rumor among the stews that Toni liked her sex a little kinky, and had it as often with other girls as she did with men.
In the old days, Sherry would have never gone along with such a thing. But now, stuck with a boring marriage and no sex at all, she started looking with interest at the pert blonde's petite but well-stacked body.
"I guess I'll never get married," Toni said, and then giggled self-consciously. "I don't think I'd want to be tied down to one man."
Or one woman, Sherry thought, or one man in bed at a time! There was also a rumor floating around that Toni had taken on a whole flight crew once during a hotel room party in Madrid.
Conversation continued, along with more wine, and before she realized it, Sherry was pouring out practically the whole story of her miserable marriage. Then she was agreeing to an invitation to stop by the girl's apartment for a drink.
There was a look in the blonde's eye that told the whole story as she handed Sherry a drink and settled in beside her on the sofa.
A little more small talk and Toni came right to the point.
"Look, Sherry; why don't we both quit beating around the bush?"
"What do you mean, Toni?" Sherry said, knowing full well the girl's intent.
"I know what you know about me," the blonde smiled. "I swing both ways. Oh, I dig men, but every once in a while some woman turns me on enough to make me want her body. And, when I met you today, well…" Toni left it hanging and shrugged.
Sherry made her decision quickly. She set her glass on the coffee table and stood. "Well, I hope I don't disappoint you, Toni. I've never done it with another woman before!"
The blonde grinned. "Honey, you're gonna be surprised at your own instincts!"
Sherry hesitated. "Oh, Toni, I don't know what's wrong with me… I don't know what I'm really looking for."
"Satisfaction, honey. Sexual satisfaction."
"Can I have that with you?"
"You can try!"
"I feel like a whore!" Sherry cried bitterly. "Don't be silly. Look at it this way. Don is driving you to other men or women. Make the most of it!"
"I… I don't know…" Sherry suddenly felt alone.
"Think about it. Think about it good, honey. You can have your fun right now. Come to me, Sherry, let me take care of you." Toni's voice was soothing, gentle.
Sherry walked to where the blonde was sitting and knelt in front of her. Toni's hands found their way into the opening of her blouse. Sherry sighed as she felt her tits being fondled.
"I love that," she purred. "You're so gentle with me, Toni. I wish Don was gentle the way you are."
"Sit on my lap, baby."
Sherry sat on the other girl's lap, her tits exposed. Toni fingered a nipple, felt the tip grow hard. "Does that feel good, baby?"
"Yes!"
"What would you like me to do?" the blonde breathed, pushing Sherry's bra up and freeing her pendulous globes completely.
"God, honey, you're huge!"
"Kiss 'em," Sherry pleaded. "Kiss my breasts!"
Toni eagerly bent her head and kissed the white tit-flesh that rose and fell in a steady rhythm, tonguing the erect, throbbing nipple.
"Oh, God," Sherry groaned. She moved on Toni's earlobe with her teeth and bit.
Toni felt sudden sensations shooting through her cunt as she kissed the deep valley between Sherry's tits, then the inner curves, then the nipples. She lifted the pendulous breasts in her hands and her mouth worked greedily on the hard nipples.
Sherry stuck her tongue into Toni's ear, and delighted at the blonde's response. Toni groaned in passion and worked harder on Sherry's tits, kneading, kissing, biting.
Then, suddenly, Sherry wanted more. She wanted everything. "God, Toni, let's do it!" she cried. "Let's do everything!"
She slid from Toni's lap and the blonde started working on her skirt, and then her panties.
Sherry was awash with both desire and fear. She moved closer and soon everything was forgotten as Toni's fingers slipped over her hips, rushed in back and gathered up her ample asscheeks. As the gentle, talented fingers manipulated, Sherry closed her eyes. She stepped closer and moaned softly as Toni pressed her face against the matted hair of her russet covered pussy.
"Beautiful," the pretty blonde girl whispered as she continued brushing her lips against Sherry's naked belly. "I love it."
"We shouldn't…" Sherry said one last time as she slowly started to drop to her knees in front of Toni. She looked down at her jiggling, pointed tits and clamped her eyes shut. "We really shouldn't be doing this."
"You want me to touch your pussy, don't you?" Toni said, her fingers gently combing through Sherry's auburn thatch. "You want me to finger you and lick you and tongue-fuck you, don't you?"
Sherry gasped and let her gaze travel slowly down Toni's body. She placed her hands on her hips, waited a long moment, then weakly moaned and jerked the girl's body desperately against her own. She hugged as tight as she could, then pushed Toni slightly until both of them tumbled to the floor.
As Sherry's huge tits tumbled against Toni's face, she buried her lips between them and moaned with desire.
"Ohhh, God, beautiful… beautiful big soft tits!" One of her legs eased between Sherry's. Her thigh moved upward until it pressed hard against the splayed lips of the redhead's dripping pussy.
"Yes, oh, God, yes, rub my cunt! Tease it, tease my clit!" Sherry cried, as she clamped her thighs over Toni's and rammed her furry cunt against the giri's violently rubbing leg.
"I want to do it to you," Toni cried as one hand cupped the fullness of the redhead's tit and her lips laved the nipple of its twin. "I want to suck you, eat your pussy. I want to fuck your clit with mine. Oh, God, Sherry, I want to do everything to you!"
The girl's fingers trailed lovingly up and down her pink slit, from the peak of her clit to the center of her asshole. Sherry loosened the muscles of her ass and allowed Toni's fingers to probe. The girl's nails lightly flicked across the tender ass-flesh.
"Ohhh, Jesus, oh, yes, that feels good! That feels wonderful! Your finger… harder with your finger, Toni!"
"Your pussy's so wet, darling, so soaking wet!" Toni sighed.
A cold sweat broke out on Sherry's body as she felt a finger enter her asshole and Toni's thumb jam up inside her hot, syrupy cunt.
"The bedroom, darling! It will be better and more comfortable on the bed," Toni rasped.
Sherry nodded and both girls clambered to their feet. They leaned toward each other and moved down the hall to Toni's bedroom.
When they were inside, they once again faced each other. Sherry leaned forward and touched Toni's lips with hers. She let it grow hot, then hotter at the other whimpered softly and slipped her arms behind Sherry's back to draw her closer. Toni's lips were hot and moist and, as Sherry eased her tongue toward them, Toni let out a little cry and pulled her face away, burying it in Sherry's neck. She kissed the hollow of the redhead's neck and heaved a sigh, a deep sigh, as her arms tightened hard around the other girl.
"I want you, baby, I want you," she breathed.
"Yes!"
Sherry fell into the bed, with Toni close behind her.
"I can't believe it," Toni said softly as she stared at the lush hips and the rounded cheeks of Sherry's ass. Lightly she touched her and turned her, staring at those heavy, firm tits with the shiny wet nipples. This time Sherry stared back as she moved closer. She looked into Toni's eyes.
"Everything?" she asked.
"What do you think?" Toni said as she threw herself into Sherry's arms.
When the girl's hand's raced down Sherry's back, she cried out, as if her skin had been asleep for years. It was as if the pores had been locked shut and everything was inside, then snapped suddenly free when those fingers eased over her buttocks.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes!" she cried as her fingers found Toni's fleshy asscheeks and tugged hard. She crushed her tits to the girl's breasts, her belly to the girl's belly, and hungrily gripped Toni's hair, turned her head and dove for those sweet lips.
Each grew weaker as the kiss continued. Their breaths hissed through their nostrils. Their lips echoed the soft moans that thundered from their throats.
When she could stand it no longer, Toni spun Sherry around, pulled her soft buttocks against her belly and sped her hands over the front of the redhead's body, cupping those soft tits. Then she eased one hand down between her legs until she could comb her fingers through Sherry's russet cuntal fur. She stared at the luscious mound.
As she looked, Sherry parted her legs, showing her cunt, leaving nothing at all to the imagination. And as Toni stared at the thick mound, Sherry knew there was no running away. There was no running away, from the desire she felt to have her cunt eaten and licked and sucked by the mouth of this beautiful young girl almost at once, as the blonde's sucking mouth and lips worked back and forth, in and out, of her excited cuntal ridges.
She reached farther around Toni's head until her hands met and her fingers entwined behind her neck. When her hold was strong and secure, she spread her thighs wider apart and pulled with all her strength.
Sherry moaned, trying to absorb all of this pleasure. The moan quickly turned into a hissing sob of exquisite joy as Toni's lips found their way back to her hotly stimulated cuntlips.
"Your tongue! Give me all your tongue, darling!" she gasped.
With a loud grunt, Toni thrust her tongue into the redhead's seething, juice-seeping hole and settled in to steadily suck and slurp her excited pussy.
Sherry pulled harder on the captive head, holding it firmly against her cunt as she wound her thighs around the girl's head so as not to lose a moment of the delicious sensation.
Her thighs shook and quivered nearly out of control, making it hard for her to maintain her position on Toni's face. The girl was really warming to her work, causing Sherry's cunt to pulsate to the point when it would burst into wild, uncontrolled orgasm.
Her throbbing, bouncing asscheeks began to flail crazily back and forth on the bed, driving the warmth of her flowering cunt around and over the plunging tongue. It would be soon, she knew, as she rocked back and forth, lowering and raising her cunt against the joyful hardness of the cock-like tongue that fed on her pussy.
"I'm coming!" Sherry squealed. "Oh, God, I'm coming!"
Her ass thrashed up and down convulsively as she seemed to float six inches off the bed. Her entire body was bathed in a warm flame as her face twisted and contorted like something not quite human. Her voice rose into a shrieking wail of lust as the last spasms of her come washed through her body.
She flopped to her side and looked down at Toni's juice-covered face still between her thighs. "God, Toni, I see what you mean! Get it when and where you can!"
Toni smiled up between Sherry's heaving tits. "That's right, honey. We'll have to do this often."
Sherry spent the rest of the afternoon wallowing in the bliss of Toni's body. When she got home, it was as if Don hadn't even missed her.
"Did you find everything you needed, honey?" he asked, barely looking up from his work.
Sherry looked at the back of his head. She hadn't gotten a cock, but she had gotten more comes than she could remember. "Almost, darling. I almost got everything I needed."
It became a weekly afternoon meeting in Toni's apartment. For awhile, Sherry was satiated. But even the bliss that her pussy could get on the blonde's hard tongue and sucking lips waned beside the thought of a cock. Since she hadn't been insisting that Don fuck her, at least every Friday night, some of those even started slipping.
And then one night, she and. Don attended a banquet. They drove both cars because, after the banquet, Don had a business meeting.
It was quite late when Sherry started the drive home alone. She suddenly spotted a familiar figure walking along the side of the street. It was Bill Watson, the handsome young man who took care of their yard. Sherry felt an involuntary twitch in her pussy. She tried to ignore it, but when she pulled over to inquire what he was doing out alone so late and saw the bulge in the front of his jeans, she couldn't help herself.
"Had a flat tire on my car, Mrs. Marshall."
"Hop in, Bill, said. I'll give you a ride home!" Sherry called, knowing full well what she was going to do.
The boy crawled into the car and they chatted as Sherry drove on down the highway. Then, suddenly, the young man gave her a startled glance when she turned off the main road and climbed high in the hills above the city, to a place that everyone knew was a lover's lane.
"Neither one of us has to be home right away, do we, Bill?"
His silence told her that he'd already gotten the message. Sherry wanted to be careful and not pressure the boy, but she didn't have much self-control left. She was too hot to let this young stud get away from her, especially when she had him in the car with her and no one would be the wiser. She remembered all the times she had thought about doing this very thing while watching Bill mow their lawn.
Well, now she planned on doing it!
She found a spot some distance from the earlier cars that were there, and noticed that in most of them there were no heads visible. The itch of hot desire in her pussy was stronger than ever. Bill shifted in his seat. Sherry was getting nervous; his cock was bulging out hard. Why did these kids wear their jeans so fucking tight?
She could tell he was looking at her tits. She took a deep breath, deciding that her best bet was to be blunt with the boy, to come right out with it.
"Do any of your girlfriends have tits as big as mine?"
Bill's face turned a bright crimson and he shook his head from side to side.
"I couldn't help but see you stare at my breasts, Bill. Do you like them?"
"Jeez, Mrs. Marshall… I'm sorry, I just couldn't help it."
"Don't apologize, Bill. I'm flattered. Sometimes I like to have men stare at my tits. Do you think I'm very pretty?"
The boy seemed to be getting some self-confidence as he turned full to face it. "Jeez, Mrs. Marshall, I think you're beautiful! All the guys in my class…" He stopped and blushed again.
"Do your friends like the way I look?"
"Oh, yeah and the way you walk, too."
Sherry shifted in the seat, bending toward him slightly as she moved closer. The silence between them was deafening. The boy was afraid to look down at the dark cleavage between her globe-like tits that bulged like two ripe melons.
"Bill, you know why I brought you up here, don't you?"
He nodded. "I think so."
"Well, let's get started then!"
"Jeez, Mrs. Marshall…"
"Sherry… why don't you start calling me Sherry if we're going to fuck?" She kept her eye on his young face. It was obvious that he was scared to death. She could imagine why. To the boy, such a turn of events was astounding – an older woman was offering herself to him completely.
"Don't you want to, Bill?"
Suddenly his face was animated. He was leaning toward her. "Yes! Oh, God, yes, I do!"
"All right, then, don't be shy. Just unbutton me!"
Obediently, the young man slid nearer to her. His trembling fingers reached for the buttons on the back of her dress. Sherry breathed deeply, practically smashing her big tits into his face as his fumbling fingers unbuttoned her garment.
Then her dress was down to her waist and she slid it the rest of the way off to let it puddle on the floorboard of the car.
"There they are, Bill. There are my tits, just for you. Go ahead, darling, do what I know you want to do!"
He let his hand slide forward a little. He sprang like a jungle animal pouncing on her full tit. His other hand hurried to her other breast and his mouth forced its way against her lips. His body was, strong as he forced her into the seat. With difficulty, she struggled to push him back.
"Bill, honey, you're too rough."
He pulled off in embarrassment.
"That's what you should do, but a little more gently. I'm not going to run away. Now, try it again. Why don't you just kiss me lightly and gradually work into it? It'll be much nicer, you'll see!"
He edged toward her again. He was a little calmer now. Sherry parted her lips and rolled her head back as he came forward. She waited for his moist lips to touch hers. Her cunt ached.
He placed tiny kisses all over her face. His lust was so strong that he was bouncing her each time his face came to hers. Then he darted back to kiss her skin in another spot. He was holding her too tight. She managed to get one hand on the front of his shoulder and press against him, causing him to loosen his strong hold on her soft body.
"Work up gradually, you'll last longer."
She showed him how to kiss without a word. She just gently pressed against him, let her hands slide up his body and entwine around his neck. His mouth slowly moved forward and, half-open, came to rest on her neck. He gently exhaled on her smooth skin.
"Oh, Bill, that's it! You're terrific!" Sherry sighed.
Even in the limited light, she could see the look of pride on his face as his eager mouth turned up in a broad smile. He drew his long hair off his face with one hand; the other played with her soft neck.
"I'm glad we're here," he rasped.
"So am I."
He knelt on the car floor. He removed his shirt, and in the moonlight his tanned body looked even better than it did in the daylight. He was a well-built kid, with all the special virtues of youth. He was undoing his fly when he gave one last glance at her to see if she really wanted to go through with this. He didn't have to. As soon as he saw the look in her eyes when his hard cock popped free of his shorts, he was no longer afraid.
"Oh, honey," Sherry moaned as she pushed her panties down over her hips and let them dangle off one ankle while she spread her thighs on the seat, "are we ever gonna fuck good together tonight!"
That was all the impetus the young man needed. Suddenly he was over her, balanced on his toes and fingers, as he suspended his athletic body above hers. The tip of his dick touched her leg as he hung above her. Sherry reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her lips puckered and she moved her head up to his, letting her hair fall straight back.
"Kiss me, baby… kiss me and fuck me!"
She sighed deeply as the young man descended. She loved the feel of his body, and she liked it even better when she felt his hard cock slide through the wet lips of her pussy. He was big, and fat. That was good, she thought. At last she'd get a good hard cock to fuck her!
He grew more excited by the feel of her breath on his neck. It made his blood boil. He tried to stroke her, but his dick slipped out of her gooey slit. Quickly, Sherry found his cock with her warm, soft hand and guided it once again to the entrance to her aching hole.
"Just move your hips, baby," she cooed. "Just move your hips!"
Bill followed her instructions, and soon was fucking her with gusto.
His lust transferred itself to Sherry, who began to breathe in rhythm with his thrusts. Then her hips moved in a circle and she could feel the hard girth of his meat constantly making contact with her throbbing clit. It was driving her wild. Every instinct the boy had was perfect.
He smiled and circled her with his arms. Sherry felt more female in his embrace than she had in a long, long while.
"Let's get in the back, Bill!" she gurgled. "Hurry, we'll have more room and we can fuck even better!"
The young man quickly did as she suggested. He pulled his dick from her syrupy pussy and vaulted over the seat, then reached to help her. She fell on top of him, her huge tits crushing into his strong chest. He moved to put her on the seat.
"No, you stay there… just like that!" she breathed. "Just lay back and let me on top!"
She pushed him backward and swung her body over his. She poised, and an instant later she came crashing down on his waiting, upthrust cock.
With the delicious impact of her cunt sloshing down tightly around his prick and her pelvis grinding down hard on his, Bill grabbed her around the shoulders.
Sherry writhed as she felt his cock churning wildly around inside her. He drew back his haunches and slammed up into her again and again. Her hard nipples bit into his chest and the softness of her pussy-fur mashed firmly into his pubic hair. Fluids ran down the shaft of his prick as he struggled and squirmed to ream deeper up into her tight, warm pussy. Her arms were clasped tightly around the middle of his back.
She hunched her muscular thighs into him once, then again, and then again, reaming his cock deep into her and bumping it into the mouth of her womb. She screamed in ecstasy and opened her thighs wide.
Slowly but surely, they started slipping off the seat. They hung there upside down with the blood running to their heads. Bill pushed himself upward six inches toward her feet and then let himself fall back up tight into her cunt with a delightful sucking sound. Again and again he did that lift-and-drop that pounded her swaying cunt unmercifully.
The way her pussy was beginning to clench and the way she threw her hard nipples into his chest, squirming and twitching her pelvis, he knew that he was driving her over the edge. The thumping jolts in his pulsating cock told him that he would soon unload his cum up her spasming hole.
"Fuck! Fuuuuuuck!" he bellowed into the night air.
He began to come. As he came, Sherry threw her legs around his waist. The movement of her legs flipped them suddenly from a heads-down to a heads-up position.
Just as a load of cum squirted deep into her cunt, he moved slickly between her sweaty thighs to land on his back in the center of the seat. He continued to come as a hot mouth closed down over his cock and sucked up everything. Soft, caressing hands tickled his writhing, orgasming body and wet kisses closed over his navel, nipples and mouth. He spasmed over and over and over, coming and coming until his prick became limp as a dishrag.
Then Sherry pulled him back over until he was on top. "Keep it up, darling!" she gasped. "Keep fucking!"
"I can't," Bill moaned.
"Yes, yes, you can!" she hissed. "You're still hard enough!"
"No… no," he said, but felt his sagging cock slip again into her hot cunt.
Sherry managed to get two more solid comes on his wonderful prick, and then rolled him again to his back. She dropped to her knees on the floorboards in front of him, and took the fullness of his young cock into her mouth.
His dick hardened up at once when he felt the velvet glove of her warm lips and inner mouth-flesh start to suck him. He groaned and lunged into her head, entwining his hands in her hair, pulling her beautiful face down over his meat.
"Feel good, baby?" Sherry purred, mumbling around her mouthful of cock.
"Yeah, yeah, beautiful… suck it! Suck my dick!"
"All the way?"
"Oh, God, yes, Sherry… Mrs. Marshall… suck it! Suck my dick all the way off!"
Sherry did, swallowing his delicious cum when he shot like a fountain into her throat. She loved it, and at last she felt satiated.
But he wasn't. Like an animal, Bill had one last fuck left in him. He threw her to her back on the car seat, and again plunged his mighty prick into her cunt-flesh.
Ah, youth! Sherry thought gleefully, as she spread her thighs wide and relaxed. The young boy's fuck threw her almost painfully into the upholstery as he abandoned all control and shoved his hard meat to the limit in her belly.
Then again his musky juice gushed into her steamy cunt, swimming around with her own juices and seeping out in droplets to stain the seat of her car.
She felt spurt after spurt of his cum flood her, and the slower, calmer pumping action of his muscular hips as he poured a sea of cum into her pussy.
"Enough?" she panted at last.
"Yeah," he grinned down at her, pulling his shriveled meat from her body. "Oh, God, yeah. I've never been fucked like this in my life!"
And you probably never will be again, honey, Sherry thought as she dressed.
All the way home she implored Bill to not say a word about what had happened between them. Now her fear and her guilt had overcome her passion. She could only hope, as she dropped the young man off at his house, that Bill wouldn't be sniffing around her whenever he got hot.
As she pulled into her garage and went into the house, Sherry vowed to herself to leave the boy alone and get back together with Toni as soon as possible.
The blonde stewardess was much safer than the boy.