"And that's it from Johnny Cash for now, all you out there. Let's look high in the sky and see that Led Zepplin and hear the caarazy sound IT makes… like it'll break your head, bambini… lotsa noise comin' on, like RIGHT NOW AND Wiiiiiiiild!"
The long limbed girl with dark hair and enticing high breasted body took a deep breath and wished she could say what she really felt into the mike. She wanted to curse it but couldn't, because it was her only way of making a decent living. She had long ago managed to completely shut off the horrible sounds that came from the records. If idiots out there in the night wanted to listen to such garbage, she was being paid to keep idiots happy. She continued the spiel, which had been written by some advertising type guy.
"This, in case you aren't tuned in already, is the Sally Sue Bennett show, coming live and direct from the friendliest club in town, Jacques' Trap! They pour honest booze! Right at the corner of Third and Main. So come on down and live a little, until 4 a.m., and then you can go next door and get revived with a great breakfast at Rosie's – they never close, and now let's hear it from the Led Zep!"
Sally Sue released the tuntable, hit switches so she wouldn't have to listen to the terrible sound, spun around in her comfortable swivel chair to Face another mike and console and began to tape a second pitch aimed at the teenagers who would have their transistor radios glued to their ears to hear her sex-laden voice enticing them to drive-ins, malt shops, speed shops and whatever Harold Eaton, owner of the teakettle radio station in the heart of coastal California, could sell time to. She had precisely three minutes and ten seconds to do the tape for – teens, and then had to swing back and put on a fun type rap with customers at the bar, interviewing them off the top of her head, looking for laughs, with a bleep button and five second delay in case they used the wrong words, thinking they were funny.
She knew many people tuned into the Sally Sue Bennett Show in high hopes that she wouldn't hit the bleep button quick enough and some blue language would go out on the airwaves. It sometimes happened. The raven-haired woman in her late 20's was resigned to getting at least one nasty letter a month from the Federal Communications Commission threatening to pull her ticket and put her out of work.
She was also resigned to minor indignities, such as being caressed by half-drunk males as she did her chatter thing along the bar and at the booths of the club with a remote mike, but she had developed an instinct which enabled her to evade wandering fingers almost every time. Sally Sue, was repelled by such contact, even though she was honest enough to admit that her body was interesting and knew she'd have to put up with as much or more if she was dealing plates off her arm in a diner and not making half as much money.
Smoothly she reeled off her pitch to the young set as the tape flowed, thinking all the while, that there might be something to Women's Lib after all – she was the only disc jockey in the country who had to, in effect, do two shows at once through the magic of electronics. And a lot of quick scissoring of her long, shapely legs between a sophisticated Jacque's Trap night club and the Rosie's Pizza Parlor across the parking lot. There she would rap with the teens and put them on the air while a long playing tape was spinning and covering time at the bar.
Sometimes she felt like a electronic tennis ball. But it was a living, and she was getting noticed in the industry because the Sally Sue Bennett Show pulled in listeners and pulled beautifully. The part from the cocktail lounge was live and direct; that from the pizza parlor and other sponsors taped. Her husky voice was on the airwaves some 14 hours a day. In time, this could lead to a big network job, but for the moment, Sally Sue had to sell herself, and it was a personal thing.
At least once a week, she visited every sponsor's place of business, met whatever customers might be there, talked with them, taping the conversations. She collected speeding tickets with an old MGA roadster and a new BMW 750 motorcycle, and used them to paper the walls of her apartment. Sally Sue went about her work with a fury, burying a heartbreak that only she knew about. She supported a collection of animals and birds to ease her loneliness.
A cheetah, a huge Airdale dog, a pigmy owl, a red-tailed hawk, a coral snake, and several cats of uncertain origin. She kept them so well fed they never tried to eat each other.
Sally Sue wrapped the commercial two seconds early according to the chronometer she wore instead of the usual tiny woman's watch, and saw that the record had just enough grooves to let her get out of her isolation booth and down to the bar to start some conversation with the patrons. She grabbed the traveling mike and went down the stairway, forcing herself to smile at the admiring whistles of the men.
They had good reason to whistle.
She was tall and sleek, with the blue-black hair long on her back. Her breasts were full, lushly ripened and they bounced as she moved. She walked naturally, with the ease of a deer, and with every step her smoothly-rounded taut ass-cheeks jiggled and the limber muscles of her curvaceous thighs flexed. And by the orders of her employer, she had to exploit her magnificent young body, so she wore a microdress that came barely below the rich swell of her hips, and just above the thrusting nipples of her bosom. The dress was tight and thin, so the tiny buds of her nipples were clearly visible. She wore high heels to enhance the length of her slender, magnificent legs. Her hips, sleek as a sea otter's, swayed as she walked into the cocktail lounge with the transceiver which would put it all on the air.
Well, one more time to get in the crowded elevator like a silly goose and get peopled, Sally Sue told herself as with a bright smile she approached two young men at the bar. To their right was an older man with the look of a lecher, and she knew he would be a problem, but her life was filled with those. If he got really out of line, she could hit the bleep button while the bouncer did his thing, but Sally Sue was aware she had to put up with some indignities in this type of work. The sponsor would not be at all happy to have the sounds of a customer being heaved out of Jacque's Trap being broadcast live and direct. She could see no others along the bar or at booths who looked good for openers. From her studio Sally Sue had picked this pair because they seemed to be in a happy mood and obviously weren't drunk. If she could spend a few minutes chatting with them and the talk went out on the lounge's amplifiers, it would loosen up others and she'd have a shot at more interviews.
"Hi, how'd you like to be on the Sally Sue Show!" she said, squeezing between them, the mike turned on. "Real live radio! And where are you handsome guys from… if your wives don't know you're out, you can give somebody else's names, you know?"
"I'd like to be on you!" the older man said in a blurred voice from several feet away.
Sally Sue Bennett had heard the line many times before, and instinctively hit the bleep button just before the You, and with a professional smile pulled a chuckle retort from her bank as she said, "Well, hi! You look just like Cesar Romero, but a lot younger. I have another half hour to do this show… and I guess we're both here for the same thing, really. Aren't we?"
"You bet, baby," the older man said eagerly, hardly believing that this tall, raven-haired girl disc jockey would go for him… but he wasn't so old, and in bed with her he could fuck off five pounds a night! And to think he could pull her from two young, handsome studs! Well, there were some who liked older men. "We want the same thing!"
"Great!" Sally Sue said, laughing. "We'll go out to some other joint and pick up a couple of chicks!"
The lounge exploded in laughter as she slipped away from the middle-aged man and went back to talk with the two younger men. Sally Sue didn't like to put anyone down, but he'd asked for it.
She found them, as she'd hoped, to be good material. The one to her left, as she moved the traveling mike bounced jokes back at her and seemed to have fine vibes. As he spoke and looked directly into her almost violet eyes, he was writing on the back of a business card which he finally put into her hand without a flicker of an eyelid. Sally Sue read the eyes and knew the young, handsome man wanted her.
Men always wanted her. This one was attractive and she felt a restless stirring in her love-starved loins. It had been so long since she'd had the pure pleasure of a thick rigid penis throbbing up inside her cunt. Wildly she thought that if this one just got up and took her by the hand and led her, she would go to bed with him, open her sleek legs and take him up between her trembling thighs eagerly, and rejoice in the feeling of his warm cockhead slowly sliding deep into her belly, making her sensitive vaginal flesh ripple ahead of it, tickling thousands of nerves with every wonderful stroke. Just the thought of it made her glands begin to work, and in seconds the lips of her wetly pulsating vagina were filling with urgent blood, flexing in eagerness. Sally Sue clenched her thighs tight and tried not to think how it would feel if he reached out and rubbed his outstretched middle finger over her pussy and teased her clitoris. She had been so long without a man that she was sure just a touch would make her orgasm.
She had an incredible obscene urge to thrust out her vaginal mound toward him in invitation.
And at the same time she had to keep up talking, because dead air is murder. She would just have to control her own urges.
But Sally Sue, even as she rapped out the yak-yak, was reading what the man had written on his business card, the front of which said his name was Harold Boothby and that he was a sales rep for a major auto supply firm.
"Back in 2 weeks. Dinner, drinks and whatever?"
Sally Sue found herself nodding acceptance, even knowing what the "whatever" meant. She wished, even as she kept up her mike chatter, that she could level with the guy, tell him she would not go to bed with him because she was afraid of being hurt again, even though she yearned so much for a man. Well, she rationalized, if he does show up, I can tell him then how I am before he spends any money on me… all hung up!
Why do men have to be so cruel?
Why had Bob, who was so good in the beginning, dumped her and run off with a fat old bag? Well, the "fat old bag" happened to have millions of dollars, and Bob had never liked working for a living anyway. Through their brief marriage, it was Sally Sue who paid the bills while tall handsome Bob demanded the best steak and artichoke hearts and whatever else was outrageously expensive, talking of the big deals he would make.
Well, he'd made one big deal with a fat old bag, and that was over and done with, Sally Sue was almost happy to support her private zoo rather than her ex-husband. She had a successful radio show, made occasional appearances on television, and these days didn't know what a bill collector looked like.
But the experience had shattered the lovely, long-legged girl with blue-black hair and pouting mouth that was made for love. Desperately she sought a job to kill time and the eroding loneliness. An orphan, she had been raised in the strict confines of a convent school on charity. Morals had been drilled into her head virtually from birth, and she had never given her body to anyone but the husband who had deserted her.
He'd stayed with her just long enough to show her how much pleasure a man's long hard penis could give, and then gone away. Sometimes Sally Sue cried and wondered if she should blame herself.
If she had given more of herself, would Bob have stayed?
But she surely couldn't have given more than her urgently clutching tight young cunt. She was so small there that with all his masculine strength it took him four or five minutes to penetrate the warm moist depths of her body, even though, gasping and whipping around on the bed and thrusting her softly furred mound up to him, she tried to help his thick rampant spear to pierce her tender flesh. She could feel the huge bulbous head of his hotly throbbing cock pushing her tight cuntal canal ahead of' it, rippling, almost splitting her apart, forcing her resisting pussy flesh open until finally he was buried up inside her belly and his heavy, sperm-laden balls were grinding into her upraised ass-cheeks. Sally Sue wanted to please him, and she held him close, feeling the pulsing ramrod of his cock flexing inside her. It was incredibly good when he would hold still for a few minutes and let her painfully strained cunt relax before he started slowly fucking in and out of her warmly welcoming pussy.
But nine times out of ten, Bob penetrated her without any gentleness or preparation.
The first time had been horrible, a dream destroyed!
Sally Sue had known what a penis was. She had seen pictures of them in books, and she had felt Bob's rubbing against the soft swelling of her belly and her pubic mound when they became aroused on dates. But she'd never seen one or touched one before her wedding day. The good sisters at the convent had done a fine job of convincing her that was a no-no, and at the same time had stirred her imagination until the young girl longed to find out just what it felt like to have one throbbing up inside her seeping pussy. Some of her friends in the orphanage had devised escape routes, which they would use to meet boyfriends, and later came back to whisper in her ear just what the boys had done, and how groovy it was.
To Sally Sue, their tales sounded both revolting and exciting. She vowed that she would never lie with a man unless she was married to him, and she kept the vow.
Then, on her wedding night, she wondered why she'd bothered.
She found herself treated like a piece of meat thrown to the dogs!
Sally Sue realized Bob liked beautiful things. If they were walking and a classic Rolls-Royce came down the street he would freeze like a statue and watch it out of sight. He would linger at the window of an art gallery gazing at the paintings displayed and comment softly. And if a pretty girl in miniskirt or hotpants passed, he would invariably watch her out of sight. While another woman might have been intensely jealous, Sally Sue never was. Bob was hers, and she was supremely confident she could hold him, and secretly she wanted a man who knew beauty when he saw it.
Their marriage was simple. She had no family at all, and Bob's people were thousands of miles away. The court clerk and bailiff were their only witnesses. But the limber, beautiful girl had planned carefully for her wedding in advance, no matter how humble it might be Aware of her future husband's love of beauty and sensuality, she had secretly bought the most daring nightie she could find.
It was gossamer thin, fringed with delicate lace, and in two pieces. The top came barely to her dark-thatched pubic mound, and the bottoms – if they could be called that – were tiny bikini step-ins. The garment was no more concealing than cigarette smoke, but she was sure Bob would like it, and in a small way it would be making up to him for the many times Sally Sue had put him off and left him frustrated during the months of their courtship.
In the lakeside cottage where they were to spend their honeymoon, she shyly urged him to do whatever he had to do in the shower first. While she heard the water running behind the closed door, Sally Sue tried to organize everything for the event she had looked forward to for so long. She had been entranced by the tales of sexual escapades from her girlfriends in the convent, but the sermons of the priest and exhortations of the sisters had so inhibited her over her formative years that she had never even masturbated.
But now she was married. It was no longer sinful to do IT!
And her body had long yearned for a man. She wanted a hard pulsating penis in her young, unblemished cunt with terrible urgency. And she wanted to delight her new husband, even realizing that with no experience, she would have to be an eager student, learning to respond. Well, she would do the best she could!
Sally Sue found herself blushing furiously when her husband came from the shower wearing only a towel around his waist. For unmistakably outlined like a thick upthrust pole was the rigid shaft of his penis. Her eyes went wide and she heard him chuckle lewdly as he caught the direction of her glance.
"It's all for you, baby," the tall, handsome young man said as he reached for the knot which held the towel in place. "Want a good look right now?"
"Save it a few minutes!" Sally Sue blurted as she dodged around him and into the tiny bathroom, her face scarlet. The room was moistly warm as she quickly slipped out of her traveling dress and her sheer, lace trimmed brassiere and then bent to slide the matching panties down the smoothly tapering columns of her long legs.
The trembling dark-haired girl rolled her long hair into a bun and pulled a shower cap over it, stepped into the tub and quickly let the gushing water sluice away the perspiration that was a combination of travel and nervousness. As she soaped up between her legs, she could feel the lips of her virginal pussy filling with blood, dilating, becoming incredibly sensitive. Gently laving her aroused vagina with perfumed soap, Sally Sue closed her eyes and tried to think of what it would be like, having the rigid length of Bob's penis thrust deep into her softly yielding body, and, her smooth belly began to quiver with anticipation. She could hardly wait, yet she was filled with fear. Finally she stepped out and quickly dried herself with a huge, fluffy towel, which she then used to wipe the condensed moisture from the full length mirror. She fluffed her hair and studied the reflection of her naked loveliness. Without false pride, she knew Bob would be pleased by the charms he would finally see and possess, and hoped he'd be glad she had saved herself for this most important of occasions. Her facial features had a faintly Slavic cast, with high cheekbones. Her huge sparkling eyes dominated her face, competing for attention with the rich sensuality of her wide, soft lips which when parted revealed perfect white teeth.
The anticipation she felt hardened the tiny pink nipples in the darker aureola of her breasts, and to Sally Sue it seemed like the firm conical mounds were even bigger than usual. Her waist was tiny in comparison, and then her womanly flesh swelled smoothly into gently rounded hips and taut, heart-shaped ass-cheeks. The dark triangle of pubic hair was just sparse enough to reveal the pulsing lips of her tight little cunt. Her legs were those of a dancer, sleek and long, the muscles rippling with every movement. Sally Sue cupped her ripe young breasts for a moment, thinking how it would be to have Bob's fingers encompassing their resilient warmth. Would he kiss them lingeringly while arousing her tenderly for their lovemaking? He'd tried to many times during their courtship, but Sally Sue had never permitted it. She had gently but firmly brought a quick halt to his attempts to fondle her, particularly to get his lewdly seeking hand between her legs.
The beautiful black haired girl knew she must have seemed frustratingly frigid, but tonight she would show Bob unmistakably that the truth was just the opposite. She had held him off not because she didn't love and trust him, but because she didn't trust herself. She was sure her ripely yearning body would have betrayed her, that she would have yielded her cherished virginity and never be able to look squarely at herself in a mirror again.
Well, that was over now! Now she had the right to… to fuck! With a smile of wanton anticipation, she stepped into the gossamer panties of her baby doll nighty, smoothing the wispy fabric over her curvaceous buttocks, then drew the top over her head, and carefully arranged the long mass of her jet hair. Her fingers shook as she opened the door and shyly stepped into the bedroom. She took two steps and froze.
"My gosh!" she gasped.
"It's all yours, kid!" her new husband said with a lewd grin.
He had turned down the bed and lay face up on the white sheets, spread-eagled, naked. From the thick forest of his pubic hair a tree seemed to be growing! His blood-engorged penis stood straight out, pulsing with his heated desire. The foreskin was drawn downward, exposing the bulbous mushroom shaped head on which a tiny pearl of preseminal fluid glistened. At the base, his scrotal sac was swollen with long-stored semen, his testicles looking to the innocent bride like footballs!
How could something as big as that ever fit into her virgin body? Sally Sue thought in sudden fear. Then she told herself it had to be possible. Wide-eyed and trembling, the young bride made herself approach the bed.
Bob caught her hand and quickly pulled her down so she bounced across his hard muscled body. He crushed her in his arms, and his hot hungry mouth glued itself to her wetly parted lips. She felt the spear of his tongue probing between her teeth, twining with her own, and she surrendered to the rough embrace. This was progressing faster than she'd hoped it would. She'd prayed that Bob would realize her inexperience and make very slow love to her this first time, arouse her gently, bring her to a point of passion which would overcome all her fears. Yet she could understand his urgency… she had made him wait so long.
Held in his strong arms, she moaned her surrender and kissed him back, feeling a hand cupping the soft mound of her left breast. She gasped as his long fingers pinched and rolled the tender nipple and sent electric ripples through her entire straining body.
"Jesus what a set of tits!" he mumbled against her mouth. Sally Sue knew she must be blushing, but told herself there was no reason to. This was her husband and she wanted him to be passionate with her, even if his lust made him say crude things. "I want more!"
Sally Sue felt his lewdly groping hand catch the sheer fabric of her nightie. With one swift yank he ripped it completely apart and her naked breasts were crushed against his heaving chest. Her now erect nipples seemed to be on fire, and for an instant she was heartsick. She had spent a week's pay on the garment, just to be as beautiful as she could for Bob on their wedding night, and it had lasted less than a minute before being savagely torn to shreds. But an instant later, Sally Sue rationalized the coarse act, thinking that the nightie must have served its purpose if it stirred her husband to such an impetuous deed.
"Bob!" She gasped. "Oh, darling.. "
Then she felt his hand delving down toward her loins, and she knew the tiny panties were going to go the way of the top. She had an instantaneous urge to salvage something! Wriggling in his arms, she grasped the edge of the panties and slithered out of them, her long legs thrashing. Only as they floated to the carpet did she realize that for the first time in her life she was utterly naked in front of a man!
"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!" Sally Sue cried out as she felt his urgently groping fingers slide unimpeded between her splayed legs directly to the dilating lips of her virginal pussy. She writhed at the fleshy contact as his mouth came down hard on her breast, tongue swirling, lips sucking hungrily. She could see it happening in a long mirror beside the bed, their bodies twined and undulating against each other, his hand urgently delving into the softness of her cuntal mouth. Fingers rubbed her clitoris and she found herself responding despite the speed of her impending ravishment. This wasn't anything like she'd planned, but she didn't want it to stop! Against the quaking of her defenseless belly she felt the hot rigidity of his inflamed male flesh, and trembled to think that in minutes it would be plundering her virgin cunt!
"Not so quick, darling!" Sally Sue moaned.
"Hell! I've let you tease me for almost two years," he retorted, looking into her face with what seemed almost to be hatred. "I've waited long enough, damnit!"
Suddenly the startled bride found herself pinned beneath the lust-driven husband of only a few hours. His hand roughly massaged her vagina as, with a knee, he pried her legs wide apart. Then he was between them, violently yanking her knees up until they pressed cruelly against the sensitive nipples of her soft, resilient breasts. The innocent young brunette groaned, partly in pain, partly in still rising passion. Sally Sue wanted this… wanted a man… she had waited so long, repressing her body's needs… but why should it be so rough? Why not a gentle, loving introduction to the sex that her yearning body was intended for?
Perhaps, she thought, she had been wrong. She should have allowed Bob more liberties during their courtship; let him kiss and fondle her breasts and caress her secret vaginal flesh… and maybe she should have been more bold herself, at least touch his penis with her delicate fingers… even pump him to climax, for she knew how he must be hurting. Yet her firm morals had prevailed. It would be marriage or nothing – and now it was marriage and everything! And so quickly!
"Oooooooooohhhhh!" the girl moaned. In the mirror, as she rolled her head from side to side in anticipation, she looked incredibly wanton, her legs splayed wide, her naked ass-cheeks trembling as the hot rubbery head of Bob's penis began to tease its way through the soft curly hairs that fringed her tight cuntal furrow. She could see her wetly throbbing pussy opening and closing in anticipation. Wrenching her gaze away from the lewd spectacle reflected in the silvered glass, she looked down her naked body, through the upthrust proud mounds of her breasts, and all she could seem to fix her excited gaze on was the immense pulsating penis teasing the portals of her most secret flesh, and the heavy, semen laden balls. She gasped, "Bob! You're so big! Don't hurt me!"
"Babe, it always hurts a little the first time," he said with a lewd grin as he poised himself in a push-up position above her quivering body. "But don't worry – you're built for fucking! You'll know that when you get a cunt full of cock! Now, take my prick in your hand and help me get it in!"
Oh God! the helpless bride thought. She wanted to. Really wanted to… but her husband's vulgar language shocked her and turned her cold. She lay under him without moving, tears forming in her deep eyes. Then she heard him mutter a curse and felt his hand taking her own, guiding it down to the thick-veined shaft of his male flesh and wrapping her nervous fingers around it's throbbing warmness. Clamping her hand there, he began to move slowly, so she felt the fleshy foreskin rolling back and forth over the bulbous head. She could feel the excited beat of his heart pulsing through the rigid spear and sensed Bob would not wait much longer – he would impale her savagely if she didn't help him!
Slowly Sally Sue brought the lust-swollen tip of his cock to the moistly quivering lips of her vagina. She forced herself to move his penis up and down her tight, curl-fringed slit, and it seemed to her that her cuntal lips were opening wider, wanting to suck his rigid maleness into the depths which lay beyond them. She felt her husband pressing downward, and she guided the burgeoning head to her tight little opening. Despite her fears, she was aroused herself, and stirred under him, arching her back, unconsciously offering her virgin body as she spread her legs wider apart. Her loins were on fire in anticipation, and her mind was spinning.
"There," she whispered, forgetting the obscene spectacle reflected in the mirror, with her legs painfully stretched and her knees flattening the upthrust peaks of her breasts, her ass-cheeks spread tautly open and quaking like a bowl of jelly. To her wide eyes, it seemed impossible that she could absorb the length and thickness of his rock-hard penis, and once again she pleaded, "Do it slowly, darling…"
Above her, the lean, muscular man grinned and jerked his hips downward, feeling her wetly resisting cunt part before the prodding of his cock. With satisfaction he heard her gasp as just a part of the bulbous head penetrated the tight, hair-lined furrow of her pussy.
And then he felt the obstruction of her maidenhead barring his way.
DAMN! SHE REALLY WAS A VIRGIN! Sally Sue had not been bullshitting him after all! He'd never been able to completely believe a girl of twenty – particularly one with looks and body like this – could be in that condition! Well, damn, it was going to be sweet breaking her in! He'd give her a fuck she'd never forget! Fill her with so much cock she'd walk wobble-kneed for weeks!
He thrust again, and got nowhere, although he felt her try to jerk up and help him get into her moistly heated cunt. She was hot enough for it… he could tell that by the way her vaginal lips were throbbing around the head of his cock and her arms were clamped around his shoulders. She wanted to be fucked, but getting into her was going to be like getting into the vault of Bank of America. And she was crying with the pain.
"Ooooooohhhh… you're so big… How can I ever.. " the urgently striving bride whimpered. "There must be something wrong with me, darling… It hurts terribly!"
"Just for a little while," he chuckled obscenely. "When I move, hump up."
Sally Sue felt like she was being skewered on a thick inflexible rod of iron, but was determined to get the initial pain over with and find the delights her less moral girlfriends had related in whispered conversations. They had made it sound so pleasurable and exciting that more than once she had nearly yielded to her own submerged carnal desires and surrendered her virginity without the sanction of wedlock.
None of them had even suggested it would feel anything like this!
They had talked about how their pussies rippled and swelled as a long hard penis slid easily into the steaming depths of their cunts, up, up and up forever until the wet heavy slap of cum laden balls hit their quivering ass-cheeks! The words they had used both revolted and fascinated, and now, with all her straining, Sally Sue couldn't seem to absorb the rampant maleness of her new husband! Fitfully she wondered if something could be wrong with her body, which from its outward appearance was made for furious lovemaking, an untapped well of pleasure for both herself and her mate.
If only Bob, who had been held off so long, could control himself, understand her problems this first time! But the sight of her had inflamed him, turned him into a rutting animal.
"Honey, honey… Darling… try to be gentle,?" she begged even as she felt the smooth rubbery head pressing relentlessly against her tight, resisting hymen. Sally Sue wished fervently that with one lunge he would enter her, would end the agony of suspense as her maidenhead was torn away and her virgin blood flowed through the wide-stretched trembling flesh of her ass-cheeks to soak the sheet below her sweating body. She strained up to the thick shaft of throbbing flesh, but nothing seemed to help. His penis was just too big!
"Christ, you're tight!" Bob gasped as his tall lean body hovered above her slender nakedness and her arms gripped him tightly. Again and again his long rigid cock prodded and probed, without breaching the barrier, until he said, "Say now, Sally Sue, I know a way to fix the trouble. You're juicy enough – I never felt a wetter pussy in my life. But I'm dry! If I was wet and slick too, it might go in like a dream. How about wetting me up?"
"What?" the girl said in all innocence, her mind trying to ride over the hurt she'd momentarily felt when he blurted out about knowing how other girls got wet and ready for him. Well, she reasoned, her new husband was so excited, she would have to forgive him, but sometime she'd ask him not to use words like that to her. She could not imagine just what he had in mind. Surely he didn't want to release her from his intimate clutches and have her go into the bathroom and get a glass of water and wet his rampant penis! "I don't understand, Bob…"she whispered.
"Take it in your mouth for a couple of minutes… make it slick. Your mouth is enough to give a mummy a hard on!"
Oh, my God! Sally Sue thought in horror. How could he ever suggest such a vile thing – opening her mouth to his male flesh! It was unspeakably filthy! She was so shocked that all desire left her.
"I'll try to forget you ever said such a thing," she groaned. She stirred, her body sinuously undulating beneath him, and she felt the smooth, knoblike head of his cock pressing through her tender vaginal lips. "Do it to me! I don't care how much it hurts any more! Just do it!!"
"I see you need a lot of education, Sally Sue," the straining man said with a tinge of bitterness. "Well, this is your first fucking lesson! Swing those smooth legs up over my shoulders and wrap them around my neck!"
Shocked by his language again, Sally Sue didn't move until her husband's hands grasped her ankles and drew them over his broad shoulders. In this contorted position, the helpless girl's genitals were completely exposed, her smooth buttocks stretched taut as drumheads, her virginal cunt lips drawn open like another mouth, her back bent like a bow. She could feel his cockhead throbbing just inside her strained pussy lips – and then both of Bob's big hands were pulling her quivering ass-cheeks even wider, completely baring the plane of her secret flesh to the frigid breeze from the air conditioner. In the mirror, through tear-blurred eyes she saw herself again, and wondered how she could ever have let herself be put in such a degrading position. Well, there was nothing to be done about it now. Bob was her husband and he had the right to use the body which, only a few moments before, had been so carnally eager to be used.
Was it like this for all brides? the raven-tressed beauty wondered. Or was there something wrong with her?
Flexing his back muscles, Bob viciously rammed his hips forward, driving his big thick shaft of rigid flesh into her tightly stretched pussy without warning.
"EEEEE YYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!" Sally Sue screamed as she felt the sensitive membrane of her maidenhead painfully yield to his penetration. It felt like someone had shoved the burning tip of a thick cigar into her most tender flesh. Her long legs flailed outward in an attempt to escape, and then locked again tight over his shoulders. With a sudden feeling of horror, she realized Bob was grunting and straining in an effort to bury his thick rampant cock even deeper into her – and her body was fighting!
"Tightest cunt I ever found," he panted, and began to saw back and forth in her tightly clutching flesh, slowly forcing his rigid male organ deeper and deeper into her reluctantly yielding body that was bent double beneath him. He could feel the soft curly hairs of her cuntal furrow brushing his impaling cock with each striving stroke, and the sensation served to arouse him even further. Sally Sue was juicy and she was trying, he knew, but she was so damn tight! He knew he must be hurting her a lot, but her virginal little cunt was so delicious that he couldn't slow down. Instead he drilled and thrust into the warm moist channel of her pussy, feeling, her legs tremble on his back and the quaking of her belly, and he wondered how the hell he ever lucked onto a piece of ass like this!
This time, he thought, she wouldn't be worth a damn, but once he stretched her cunt open and could get his prick into her quick, he was sure she'd be the best lay anybody ever found! Arching high over her, he looked down between their nakedly entwined bodies, at the jiggling of her firmly ripened breasts and then at his own flesh penetrating hers, now streaked with the virgin blood that was seeping down between her twitching ass-cheeks. With each partial withdrawal, her coral-hued inner flesh emerged, grasping his wetly glistening cock-shaft like a warm rubber glove, only to vanish back into the steaming depths of her passion-swollen cunt lips as he jammed himself up into her clasping young pussy again. She was groaning and he knew she must be hurting, but she was still eager for his cock… her first cock!
Christ, he marveled, she was really burning up for it! Now the nipples of her upthrust bouncing tits were sticking out like railroad spikes. Pausing in his relentless reaming of his new bride, he reached down between their bodies, feeling the quivering of her taut belly muscles, searching in her soft, curling, sex-dampened pubic hairs for her clitoris. It was hard and erect, big as a miniature penis, and with eyes closed Sally Sue moaned and writhed at the contact, seeming to try screwing herself even farther up onto his impaling cock.
Well, if she hadn't been ready before, she sure was now, Bob reasoned. He clutched the trembling moons of her lewdly spread buttocks firmly and lunged into her defenseless but welcoming body.
"Aaaaauuuuugggghtthh!!!!" his bride cried out in mingled pain and pleasure as finally she realized his massive penis was buried to the hilt in her squirming vaginal passage. Her quivering pussy lips clutched it like a sheath, and his heavy, cum-filled testicles smacked repeatedly into the wide open crease of her churning buttocks. Sally Sue gasped. She never imagined anything could feel like this! It seemed a solid bar of red-hot iron was sunk in her yielding young body. She felt his penis swell even larger as her new husband flexed the impaling organ inside her painfully stretched pussy. She felt her flesh rippling in response to internal muscles and nerve ends she hadn't known existed, and she clung tightly to him, panting and gasping… feeling now a growing delight and wonder in this thing he had called "fucking".
Still, though, the pain was present. If only he'd give her a chance to adjust. "Darling, wait… just a minute… you're filling me so!" Sally Sue pleaded.
With a soft triumphant chuckle, Bob condescendingly held still, feeling his bride's violated flesh slowly rippling around his own rampant manhood, as her tight little cunt tried to accommodate his pulsating hardness. She began to sigh softly, and move slowly, and Bob Bennett determined to give her a fucking she would never forget!
He knew he was an expert. He could stay hard as long as he wanted, and get it up whenever he wanted, and there was plenty of it. One chick had accused him of swiping a fungo bat from the New York Yankees after, with a few drinks inside each of them, he had bet her a cool thousand dollars he could stay in her, hot and hard, until seven o'clock the next morning. It was then eleven in the evening. The woman, a handsome if not beautiful member of the Beautiful People Set just past thirty, had called what she thought was a bluff.
It was not a bluff!
He went into her quick and hard and stayed there until the sun was up and she was crying for him to stop. He had coldly told her that if she was worn out, he wasn't and if she wanted him to stop, she'd have to suck. He found out she was better with her mouth than her pussy, which was prime, and they had not left her apartment for three days.
And then he'd had a hell of a time throwing her away.
Bob began to move with his virgin bride, his long thick penis boring into her now willing flesh as he took his weight on knees and elbows and his searching fingers masterfully manipulated the upthrust mounds of her soft warm breasts. As he stroked rhythmically in and out of her yearning young pussy, he could feel the smooth rippling of her cuntal flesh ahead of his cock like a tidal wave surging up into her quivering belly. Sally Sue was beginning to moan in ecstasy now, screwing herself furiously up the thick wet length of his penis, and her cunt was gushing with the heated juices of her desire.
Rob thought he'd been sort of lousy with his language toward her and ripping off her nightie, so he decided she had earned a magnificent fuck. He set about giving it to her.
For an eternity, Sally Sue felt the massive cudgel plunging into her tender but eager young pussy, his warm, knowledgeable hands on her breasts, and then sliding down over her sleek body to cup her ass-cheeks and pull her loins up hard to his jackhammering spear. It still hurt, but not so much now, and in the pain there was a strange masochistic pleasure that she wanted to go on… and on… and on!
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.