Chapter 2
"Tammy and I are going to the movies tonight and then if it's okay with you, I'm gonna spend the night at her house."
Ann Johnson looked at her daughter Hayley and nodded. "I don't see any reason why you can't. Just remember to behave." In her mind she was thinking of her own date that night and her skin glowed. With Hayley out of the house ... no, she shouldn't consider it in such a carnal way as that.
"I thought Betty was going to visit her mother over the weekend," Ann put in. She couldn't imagine Roger agreeing to keep two teenaged girls. She knew how he liked to putter on the weekends. And she didn't want to impose on him if it could be helped. Hayley examined the tight fit of her denim pants over her young ass as she answered.
"Oh, Roger won't mind. He said so, I heard him."
"You're sure it won't be a bother to him?"
"Roger's nice. He likes me."
"Oh, I'm sure he likes you. But that's not the point."
Ann was thinking of fucking again. The man who was coming to pick her up would expect her to be ready to go to a movie with him. She could call him though and suggest that they not go anywhere. Then she could fix a nice supper and the two of them could relax afterwards. Ann felt her face flush. She was almost planning the evening like a female spider. And she'd only dated this man once before. Yet her hunger for excitement could not be easily ignored. It gnawed at her day and night. How often did a divorcee get the chance for fulfillment short of haunting the singles bars. And she'd never stoop to that!
"I'm gonna get my things and go on over to Tammy's house," Hayley told her. She watched her daughter bounce up the stairs to her room. Then Ann folded her dishcloth over a chair and went calmly to her room. As she closed and locked the door behind her and her calmness dissolved.
"Ohhhhh God, I wish I had a man."
She tore at her clothing, not bothering to hang anything up. At last she was down to panties and bra. She peeled them too and studied herself in the full length mirror on the inside of the closet door.
"I look damned good for my age."
She did. She had long legs, the same long legs of her daughter. Her hair was slightly darker than Hayley's but curlier. It fell over her shoulders in luxurious waves in a style that was more popular with young women half her age. She clung to this show of her youthful spirit though. Men liked the way she dressed and acted. But somehow she went begging when it came to masculine company. A lot of men felt funny about dating a woman with a teenaged daughter. Ann couldn't really blame them.
"My tits aren't sagging yet."
She pushed her shoulders back and her white breasts lifted. They were full, nicely rounded swells of feminine beauty. Hayley would never have tits as big as hers. But then she wouldn't need them, would she? Not with her youth and looks.
The V of darker hair that hid her cunt was already curlicued together where her cunt had leaked sex juice. Just thinking about the evening had started her going. And she knew she couldn't stop until she had satisfied herself.
She was trembling as she opened her dresser drawer and dug under a pile of clean underwear for the device she kept hidden there. It was about eight inches long and made of ivory-colored plastic. It was the most expensive model she'd been able to find. She flicked the switch and it began to buzz and the whole shaft shivered in her hand.
Ann sat on the edge of her bed, legs parted to let her outer labia open just a bit. Using the tip of the vibrator to tease herself she began to lightly brush her inner folds. At last she felt the blood pumping furiously to the area. She could see the bright and glistening bead of her clit lifting from behind its protective hood.
For an instant she felt the embarrassment she always felt when beginning to masturbate. It was something that young girls did, not older more mature women. But then she didn't wear her hair like an older woman. Why should she stop giving herself pleasure? The other half of it was the hypocrisy involved. She'd made it clear to Hayley time and time again that nice girls didn't do such things. Now Ann had every intention of bringing herself to a screaming, breathless climax.
The buzzing of the vibrator against her moist, delicate flesh made her shake off those thoughts. She applied the tip of the plastic cock to the beginning of her vagina and felt her hole squeeze tightly around the humming thing.
"Ohhh yes! Ohhh that feels wonderful."
Her hips rocked where she sat and she could hear the squishy sound of her cuntlips rubbing slickly together. She climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees and then dropped to her elbows, one hand reaching between her thighs to guide the vibrator into her pussy. She dropped her face against the mattress and used both hands, stretching between her slightly parted thighs to manipulate the thick end of the plastic cock as it tingled and shivered inside her. Little by little she could feel her muscles opening out around it. The slow slide of that hard, cock-shaped thing was heavenly. She closed her long lashes and pumped her ass gently as another inch of stiffness went into her hungry hole.
"Nhhhuuuhhh, nhhhuuuhhh, ohhhhh God in heaven!"
Hot juice dripped down one thigh. She was resting on the bed with only her cheek and knees touching. Her shins were lifted free of the spread and her toes pointed back sharply as the sensations thrilled the insides of her body. She began to pant. The humming of the vibrator was more muted now as it became surrounded by the wet clasp of her pussy. Now there was an inch of it left outside. She thrust and felt the rounded tip come to the end of her vagina. She had about seven-and-one-half inches inside her now and it felt heavenly. She only wished that it was real.
"Ohhh, ohhhhh God!"
It was nice using just the tip of the vibrator on her dainty outer surfaces. Her clit surged with pleasure and hot blood when she petted it with the trembling tip and then she thrust it back into her pussy, forcing it deep. A weak whimper escaped her lips. Her eyes fluttered. Oh yes, that had felt good. She decided to do it again.
This time she teased her clit with the rounded end of the vibrator until her hole began to open and close in a rhythmic hunger for that stiffness again. At last she satisfied it by pushing the whole length of the dildo into her and holding the shuddering tip against her womb while the surging ecstasy built. She was close to coming now. Very close. But she wanted more before she exploded and went limp. She wanted a lot more.
The phone rang. Damnit! Ann tried to close the muffled jangling in another part of the house out of her mind but it kept on and on and on.
At last she eased the vibrator from her dripping cunt and struggled to throw a robe around her shoulders. By the time she picked up the receiver she was barely able to stand and answered in a breathless voice.
"Oh, it's you Bill! I was just thinking of you."
She didn't dare tell him just how.
"I decided it would be nicer if we stayed in tonight. Why don't I fix you a nice supper and we can lounge around here, maybe listen to some records or something."
Ann wasn't surprised when her date took her up on the offer. To a guy an invitation to hang around a woman's house was the next thing to getting into her bedroom. Ann wondered if she wasn't being too obvious. But hell, she was horny. At least she could allow a little heavy petting. Or would she be able to stop there?
It was seven when she answered the door and invited the tall, dark-haired man into the front room. He was dressed casually as she'd asked him to and he eyed her short skirt and pullover a little longer than normal. Ann knew she had nice legs and though Bill had a chance to see them every day in the office where they worked, he seemed to be fascinated.
They ate not paying much attention to the food. Ann knew what her date was thinking. In previous meetings, they'd set the stage for more intimacy. Ann had let Bill kiss her deeply and allowed him a certain license with her clothed body. She'd enjoyed the warmth of his hand against her breasts, but never permitted him to stray under her blouse or bra to get to the real thing. But neither had she implied that he would never be allowed to do it.
When she'd cleared the dishes, Ann fixed a couple of whiskey sours and they went to the living room. Bill found a record he wanted to hear and then they danced a little, Ann relaxing against the tall, strong man. He was still a stranger to her and she was to him. But the hunger inside her was a steady burning glow now. She really enjoyed touching him. And she enjoyed him touching her.
"You smell heavenly," he murmured into her ear.
She let him kiss her neck and cheek and then they stopped dancing and his fingers slid lower. She wanted to make him stop, but didn't either. His palms curved gently around the plump swells of her ass. She sighed and leaned harder against him.
Now they were kissing harder, hotter, hungrier.
She let his tongue slide between her teeth, not hiding the obvious enjoyment she was getting from all this. But she knew she had to stop short of getting really intimate. This was only their second date. And if she let Bill do whatever he wanted, she might lose his respect for her.
Her big breasts rose and fell rapidly. She knew she was getting to close to the point of no return. Bill was kissing her neck more avidly. His teeth nipped her flesh. His fingers were reaching down her thigh as he leaned against her. Now he was sliding his hand under her skirt!
With a gasp, she grabbed his wrist. She was too weak to really stop him, but surely he'd take the hint.
"Bill! Bill, stop it, Ohhhhh, Bill, d-d-don't!"
He'd moved so quickly, with such confidence that her body shuddered. His hand had slid under her mound and cupped it tenderly. She could feel the moist heat of her pussy wetting the thin satin of her pantycrotch. As he massaged her plump labia his mouth ravished her neck and chest. What was he doing now? She felt so giddy, so dizzy with lust. His hand felt so good! Oh God, he was unbuttoning her blouse.
"Stop! Bill, listen to me!"
The softness of her tits was pushed up by her bra and he nuzzled the white flesh and then licked it along the edge of each cup. His other hand still pressed and petted her dripping cunt. She blushed at what he was doing to her. She was pressed up against the back of a chair as he worked her over. She tried to pull herself together. But the waves of pleasure never let up for an instant. It was so hard to use her willpower when ecstasy hovered that close.
"Uhhh, uhhhh, darling, you must listen to me."
But now she could hardly focus her eyes. It surprised her that she'd desired him this much. She knew she'd gone too long without affection, but now she felt like a empty-headed little teeny-bopper on her first date. She seemed to have lost all control over the situation.
"Bill, let me catch my breath!"
She summoned all her strength and pushed him away from her. His hand slipped from under her skirt and for an instant she saw the smear of juice across his palm. A musky perfume filled the air, too. The aroma of hot and hungry pussy. Her pussy!
He followed her to where she'd put down her drink. She sipped the strong liquor as he slid an arm around her waist from behind and nuzzled the nape of her neck.
"You're lovely. I want you more than I've ever..."
"... wanted anything," she finished for him. "I know. I've heard all that before. But what would you think of me tomorrow morning?"
"That's old-fashioned," Bill laughed. His fingers tightened at her belly. He seemed to enjoy digging into her feminine curves. Ann shivered, liking it equally as much.
"People go to bed with whom they want to, nowadays," he said.
"Maybe I'm not up to date," she breathed, wishing she could think straight. It wasn't easy with his fingers sliding down her abdomen. Through the material of her skirt she could feel his urgent touching. He wanted to sneak back to her mound again and touch the damp nylon of her panties. He loved to do that! He loved the hot wet softness of that part of a woman's body. Ann knew that she liked to be touched as much as he wanted to do the touching.
"Bill, can't we sit and talk?" she suggested.
"This is better than talking."
His fingers went lower. He was sliding down the fronts of her thighs again now, searching for the hem of her skirt. He found it and started under it. Again Ann grabbed his wrists. She was trembling. Her cunt was throbbing with a steady rhythm. She felt slick and feverish down there. Then Bill forced past her hands and she groaned and leaned forward weakly.
"Uhhhhhh!" she groaned.
"You're so hot. So soft. God, you're soft!"
He licked the back of her ear as his fingers pressed up into the silk-covered flesh of her pussy.
"I've thought about this for weeks. Touching you like this. All that juice, all that slippery meat to kiss on."
"Kiss on!" she hissed, shocked and titillated by his bold words. "You're crazy, Bill, you'd better let me go."
In all her married life, in all her experiences of a sexual nature, Ann had never experienced cunnilingus. She'd read about it plenty. But since her husband had been a rather reluctant lover, Ann had rationalized that it was rather bestial for a man to put his mouth against that part of a woman's body. Still, in the back of her mind she'd secretly dreamed of what it would feel like.
"Yes," Bill went on, "I'd love to eat you out. I mean, really eat you out!"
The last word was a growl and it made a shudder of excitement rush through Ann's body. But she began to struggle in his arms. She felt trapped, cornered. She was in over her head.
"Let me freshen up your drink, Bill."
"You can be my drink."
"Nhhooooo, ohhhh God nhhoooo!"
His fingers were digging deeper, pressing the drenched nylon between the lips of her cunt. The subtle friction against her clit was doing devastaA-tion to her will again. She panted uncontrollably, her shoulders bent forward, her nails dug into the flesh of his wrists.
Suddenly, Bill took her by the waist and dragged her to the couch.
"My daughter! She might come home and ..."
"You told me that she's spending the night with a friend," he laughed.
His eyes were dancing with unabashed desire.
"What better a time to show you how I really feel about you."
"You don't really care anything about me?" she whined. "You just want ..."
"Sure I want you physically, but there's more to it than that."
He grappled with her, pulling her down on the cushions of the sofa. Her short skirt was already pushed halfway up her tummy and she knew he could see the wetness that had soaked her panties. She writhed violently. A shoe fell off as she tried to kick at him. Then Bill had her wrists pinned beside her hips as he burrowed his face between her thighs. She had tried to keep them clamped, but somehow with all her kicking, he'd wedged his body in. It was enough room for him to use his teeth. She whimpered and shuddered and her back arched up sharply from the divan.
"Ohhh, this can't be! This is awful. It's something animals do!"
"Then they know where it's at," Bill laughed.
His curly brown hair was mussed and his handsome face more confident than ever. Again he pushed his chin into the white V of her thighs. She groaned and another violent tremor went through her. Bill was licking her panty crotch. He was poking at her with his tongue! Again it shocked her to imagine that a man would want to suck her juices like that. She'd always been a little embarrassed by her smell and slickness when she got horny. Yet this man was going after her like she was the finest steak. She couldn't help but writhe a little as his tongue jabbed at the place where her hole was. Even through the crotch of her panties she could feel him.
She wasn't fighting him as furiously now. She had felt the weakness slide over her body as Bill's avid loving continued. She hardly noticed when he sneaked his hands up to grasp the elastic waistband of her underwear. He slowly peeled them down, his mouth still slurping at the crotch piece that hid her smoldering cunt. It was when she felt the skimpy things being slipped over her ass that she panicked.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhh, what are you doing?"
"Undressing you so you can really feel what I'm doing."
"Bill!"
"You want this. Even if you can't admit it to yourself."
"No, Bill, I want you to respect me."
"You want me to eat your cunt! That's what you really want!"
"Nhhhuuuhhh, Bill, I can't think straight. Ohhhh why are you doing this ... ?"
She clutched at him but he already had her panties halfway down her thighs. She bent her knees to kick at him again but her date quickly slipped her undies down and off one ankle. Before she could react, he pushed her legs wide and held them that way. He looked at her hair fringed cunt like it was the door to paradise. She stopped struggling, hypnotized by his expression. She'd never imagined that man could really call a woman beautiful down there. Sure, he wanted to slide his cock into something so hot and slick. But it wasn't beautiful.
"You're beautiful," Bill murmured.
He said it in a way that Ann had to believe. Then he touched her with his tongue. He pressed gingerly into the glistening red folds, easing them aside so he could get to her clit. Her ass lurched as he began to pet it and caress the little hood that protected its sensitive tip.
The realization of what was happening to her made Ann gasp with shock and then her senses were swamped with the tingling thrills of slippery licking as her clit was washed with Bill's spit. He worked his face deeper into the heat between her legs. She let one leg relax against his back, her toes pointing uncontrollably.
"Nnnhhhhhaaa! Ohhhhhh, Bill, ohhhhh God!"
She squirmed her ass against the sofa cushion. The sound of his mouth against her cunt was like nothing she'd ever heard in her life. It was a sloppy, slurpy sound and along with the gentle friction he applied to her clitoris, she wondered if she could stand anything so intense. But she stood it. She humped her back down into the sofa now, tilting her pussy up to him to feast on. She was immediately ashamed of acting so unladylike, but she couldn't seem to help it.
When the friction against her clit seemed to threaten to make her crazy, Bill moved his licking down her cunt, down to where her muscles were pinched in a velvet circle. She had not known the touch of a man there for many years. Her own fingers and the plastic shaft of her vibrator had been the only things that had penetrated her. But now it was Bill's tongue that pointed and poked into the clasping, taut orifice.
"Yaaahhhh," she grunted, her hips bucking again.
He held her plush ass with both hands as he thrust with his tongue again. She was digging her fingers into the sofa now as she felt her opening yield. It spread back, the muscles tingling as the roughness of Bill's tongue sanded them. Her flesh poured out floods of sweet cunt juice. He stabbed deeper, deeper. Then slowly pulling his tongue out, he teased the spasming edges of her vagina before penetrating her again.
"Whhhhuuhh, ohhhh Bill, ohhhh this is awful... good."
The last word had just popped out. But she knew it was how she really felt. God, how could she stop him from doing something like this? It was heaven. She hadn't known what she'd missed all these years.
"Honey, ohhhh, honey, keep licking me! I'm feeling so funny inside"
Her cunt seemed to pulse with a new excitement. She'd had enough climaxes to know how it felt when she was getting close. But this new excitement was sharper, more urgent.
Only moments ago she'd been dancing coyly with this handsome male. And now she was on her back on her own divan, her panties dangling around her ankle, her thighs spread open to him as he ricked and sucked at her hot, musky juices. But Ann didn't have time to feel guilty now. She was caught up in the rising storm of pleasure. Her thigh muscles grew tense as she writhed against his licking mouth. The breath came from her lips in little puffs and she had her eyes squeezed tight. Her bra seemed about to explode as she filled her lungs again and again.
Ann was aware of Bill's fingers working the buttons of her blouse. She made a weak attempt to stop him, but that was all it was. He quickly opened the blouse and peeled it away from her shoulders. Then he was kissing the heaving flesh of her belly as he started to get her bra off.
"Don't undress me! Ohhhh, Bill, we can't do this! Not like this ..."
But now she felt her heavy breasts pushing the cups down and off. Bill's hot mouth went around one nipple and a new jolt of excitement made her body shudder. He kissed her neck and chin and then their mouths were clasped and she smelled her own cunt musk and tasted the lubrication her body had smeared across her date's cheeks.
Bill was fumbling with something. It was a sudden flash of fear that made Ann squirm enough so she could see what he was doing. She saw the transparent sheath of latex as he rolled it down over the head of his cock. His glans pulsed dark and heavy under the thin protective membrane that would catch his semen before it spurted into her body.
"Nooooo, you're not going to make love to me!"
"You don't want me to?"
"I... I.. no! Of course I don't. What makes you think ..."
He kissed her again and pushing her back down on the sofa, began to finger her dripping cunt. The gentle but firm penetration as he found her hole and entered it with his thumb made her babble.
"It'll feel like this," he whispered, "only lots bigger and lots better."
"Nnnooo," she cried, her ass flopping around under his rhythmic finger fuck.
"It'll feel so hard, it'll go so deep ..."
"Bill, please! Don't. Don't do this to me!"
"You'll cry for it then, when you feel me sliding inside!"
"Nhhhuuhhhh, uhhhhh!"
She hugged him hard, his words weakening her will, his finger exciting her cunt to a smoldering fever. More juice spilled out. She could feel it on the crack of her ass now. It was dripping onto the sofa. Her cunt wanted to be filled. And as Bill eased his body between her thighs again, she didn't try to stop him.
"I'm so ashamed."
"Like hell you are. You want it as bad as I do.
Stop acting like a scared virgin."
"But Bill, but... uhhhhh!"
Bill eased his rubber sheathed cock up and down her slit. He rubbed her clit and pushed across her hole. The spongy texture of his prick tip made Ann remember. She remembered when she'd first been married, when her husband had gone at her with the same hungry desire. His cock had felt good too. But not as good as Bill's rigid, throbbing cock.
Her ass did a little dance on the sofa as he began to wedge the streamlined shape of his cock into her hole. Her muscles squeezed him as he forced the barb into her. They gasped against each other's mouths, her tongue flicking his. His hands stroked the curves of her body as he jerked his hips, stabbing her a little at a time.
"Huuhhh, uhhhnnn, uhhhhh," she grunted to the rhythm of his fucking. She dug at his shoulders with her nails as that hot shaft slid into her slick opening. She was half crazy with loving it! Bill was right. She wanted a thorough fucking. And she wanted it now!
"Baby, you're so fine. God, you've got a cunt like a girl! It's so tight! Jesus Christ, it's tight!"
"... been so long," Ann whined, "too long."
Her heels played along Bill's back. She had given in to him totally now and the surrender made her all the more hungry to feel him getting deep. She squeezed the smooth, slick walls of her pussy in on him. He grunted deep in his throat and kept thrusting. Then she knew he was almost all the way in. Ann could feel the tightness at the end of her vagina. She could feel the press of his swollen knob as it touched those soft, secret places where few men had ever touched before.
"Uhhhh honey! Honey, honey, honeeeee!"
She moved her hips wildly now, without self-consciousness. The rubbing friction of their juicy parts was incredibly erotic. Hot trembles of pleasure went through her again and again. She felt Bill push his finger into her hair and pull her mouth up to be kissed. He kissed her savagely, his hips grinding forward and back as his cock stabbed and thrust and penetrated her to the mouth of womb. Her clit was like a glowing coal now and even the slightest contact with Bill's body made it threaten to explode in a final fury of ecstasy. But Ann was enjoying herself so much she didn't want it to ever stop. It was only when she heard Bill make a sound like a hurt animal that she knew she might as well go with him. Because his shivering, lurching body told her he would soon fill that rubber with hot cum.
Ann tightened her heels against the small of his back and fucked wildly under his in-and-out movements. The slippery suck of her cunt grew louder as her tissues grew plump with blood. She felt rubbery and firm down there, clasping so tightly around his prick now that he could hardly putt it out.
"Ann! Ann baby, Jesus! Jeeeesush!"
"Ohhh, Bill! Ohhhh do it hard!"
"God..."
"Bill! Billeeee!"
"God damn it! Ann, baby, I'm gonna ..."
"Come!" she squealed, bucking and lurching under him as he drove his glans as deep as he could. Then a shudder made him strangle on another moan of love and Ann thought she could almost feel the end of his condom bulge with cream. He kept ramming in and out of her. Her cunt tightened one last time and then she overflowed with the pleasure she was experiencing. The pleasure wasn't just pleasure now. It was an inferno of maddening ecstasy. She had become a tigress, biting and clawing at the male atop her. Her heels dug at the cheeks of his ass. Her pelvis lunged violently. She drove her open lips of her mound up and down against his body, feeling the stretch of his cock shaft inside her.
They snarled like cats as they flopped and struggled in the few seconds of utter joy that thundered through them so powerfully. And then they calmed, wiggling together more gently, bathing each other with affectionate kisses. Until at last Ann lay panting and exhausted under Bill's chest. She felt the sticky sweat between their bellies. She gave a short laugh of happiness. Well, she'd gotten a good thorough fucking alright. And Bill had been right about her needing it.
"I hope you don't think I'm ..."
"I think you're wonderful," he said.
"I let you have your way too easily."
"Oh, you fought just enough to make it good."
Blushing, Ann turned her eyes up at him. "Did you like me?"
"Listen, Ann, any man that knew anything about anything would like you."
"I don't want just any man liking me. I want you to like me."
"Okay. How about another date?"
Ann laughed and pushed him off of her. She tried not to look at his cock. She didn't want to seem curious or perverse. But she couldn't help but sneak a look. Bill's cock was still swollen and thick though it had started to bend a little. There seemed to be enough to impregnate the entire female population of a good sized town. Ann dressed, knowing that her date's eyes were on her constantly. She felt nicely ruffled. She was freshening Bill's drink when he came back from the bathroom. He still hadn't put his pants back on and the heavy droop of his cock made her tingle between her thighs.
He looked at her in a special way that made her wonder if perhaps her loneliness was at last at an end. Would this man like her well enough to want to marry her? And did she really want something so risky as that? Did she care for Bill enough for that? Ann felt suddenly ashamed. She'd been brought up thinking that a woman didn't behave as she had with a man unless she was sure she was totally in love.
"What are you thinking?" she asked as they sat together on the sofa.
"I was thinking how I'm going to take you into the bedroom in a little while."
"You don't look in much shape for that now," she said, glancing at the wilt of his cock. A droplet of jizz hung from the tip.
"Give me thirty minutes."
He nuzzled her neck. The pleasant shiver made her know that having him again would be nice. She felt unforgivably wicked. She couldn't even begin to think of her daughter knowing how she'd behaved. She squeezed Bill's hand.
"Bill, I'm a divorcee with a young daughter. What I'm trying to say ..."
"You don't have to worry about me saying anything," he whispered. "I'm always discreet even when I don't care for the woman involved."
"In other words, you care for me?"
"More all the time," he whispered and his hand slipped under her dress. She felt silly for having put her panties back on. But as he began to go through the sexy ritual of undressing her, she was glad she did. Then they were in her darkened bedroom, Ann giggling as he unhooked her bra and threw it against the wall.
"Bill! Ohhhh, darling, darling Bill!"
Her trembling fingers unrolled a fresh rubber down his throbbing feverish prick. Then she was whimpering hungrily as once again his hands divided her thighs.
"I'm going to make you beg for it," he said. The tip of his cock pressed her hole wide and he entered. As she tried to close down around the plump, rounded knob, Bill pulled it away. Her cunt jumped upwards, begging to be speared.
"What do you want?" Bill breathed. "Tell me what you want!"
"... want to be fucked," she groaned, her fingers pulling at his muscled ass.
"When?"
"Now! Ohhhh, Bill, fuck me now!"
And then a soft gurgle came from Ann's lips as she felt him shove under and in. Her cunt sucked him deep as she rolled her hips to feel the smoothness of his cock against her insides. It was a whole new life she felt. She didn't want to lose it like she'd lost the other pleasures of married bliss. She had to keep this one. She had to keep him coming back for more.
"Uhhhh, Bill, my Bill!