Chapter 1
Gail Roberts felt all fluttery inside. This was her first time alone with a man since her husband had left her, more than seven years earlier. A part of her carefully coifed, jet-black hair came loose and touched the nape of her neck. The rest of it was in an upsweep. Her hair made her white skin seem even whiter. She had deep, wide brown eyes, a slender nose, and full red lips which she licked now and again with a pink tongue. A yellow mini-dress covered her full, small, perfectly shaped breasts. She had a skimpy bra to keep them from jiggling, but their firmness was obvious. Her narrow waist was as pinched as a wasp's, and though she didn't have bloated hips, they did round out nicely where the mini-dress ended. Her smooth, tapered thighs, encased in pantyhose, trembled a little, because she knew this was more than a simple date.
Gail had gone out with Sam Mallo a half-dozen times, now. The first time he had simply walked her to her door and said good-night. The second time he had kissed her gently. The third time he had kissed her passionately, and she had liked it. The fourth time, they had kissed in his car, and his hand had touched her firm breasts under her dress. The fifth time she had let him dip his finger between her thighs, managing to keep him from going further by promising she would willingly give him everything on the next date. And this was it.
Gail had a fifteen-year-old daughter, Lisa. Lisa was as tall as her mother, with long, straight, dark-brown hair. Her face had an innocent, babyish quality about it that captivated almost every male who saw her.
Gail had been careful about Lisa's upbringing to the point of prudishness. She forbade her daughter's taking part in any physical fitness programs because she didn't want Lisa undressing and showing her naked body to anyone; not even other girls. So Lisa was also excluded from hygiene classes and sex education courses. And since Lisa was a loner, not associating with other girls in school, she learned nothing from them, either. When it came to sex, Lisa knew absolutely nothing, and Gail intended keeping her ignorant until the young girl was finally married, which ought not to be for many years, yet.
Knowing what was going to happen between Sam and herself, Gail had insisted Lisa spend the night at her grandmother's house, a few blocks away. Gail's mother was just as strict as Gail, so the women knew Lisa would be under constant supervision.
The only reason Gail had decided to allow Sam into her apartment was her remembrances of what her former husband had been able to do with his tongue. Though the man had never been able to induce a climax in her while fucking her, after he'd finished poking her with his cock, he'd always go down on her and stimulate her clit with his tongue, until she, too, came. And since her husband had left her, Gail, who abhorred the thought of masturbation, had not had a climax of any kind and was terribly frustrated.
So after an enjoyable evening of dining and dancing, Gail had brought Sam back to her apartment. It was a small apartment with an eat-in kitchen, a small living room, and a tiny bedroom and bathroom. There were two twin beds in the bedroom, since Gail didn't want to touch her daughter's body, nor did she want Lisa touching her.
"Hey!" Sam said, holding her tightly to him as they stood in the tiny hallway separating the bedroom from the bathroom, "don't keep me waiting forever, huh?"
"I'll be with you in a moment," Gail promised, taking a negligee from her closet as she slipped from his grasp. "You get comfortable. The bed on the left is mine." And she left him.
Sam was a good-looking man, Gail thought, going into the bathroom. He wasn't the kind of man with whom she intended becoming very serious. She needed physical relief, and Sam was a nice guy, who wouldn't think she had to marry him just because she went to bed with him. Gail was determined to either marry a wealthy man, or not marry again. In the bathroom, she undressed.
Sam Mallo was five-feet-nine-inches tall. He had curly brown hair, a tan complexion, strong arms, a rugged face, and a slender body with only the slightest signs of a pot belly. He always wore a suit when he took Gail out, and there was no sign of his profession on his hands. Even his nails were kept short so they wouldn't get dirty.
Gail hurriedly washed her naked body, then slipped into her panties and put on her negligee. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and entered the bedroom, expecting to find Sam as she had left him. The sight of him made her freeze.
Sam was sitting on the edge of her small bed, a glass of scotch in his hand. The bottle was from her kitchen, and it sat on the dresser. But aside from the glass he was holding, Sam had nothing to cover him. He was totally naked, his clothing carefully laid out on the small chair near the dresser.
Gail did her best to keep her eyes averted from the man's half-hard penis, but was unable to miss the fact that, un-like her former husband, Sam was not circumcised. Lifting her eyes, she stared at Sam's face, curious as to his reaction at seeing her this way. For a long instant she stood in the doorway, letting the light in the living room shine through her negligee and reveal her near-nakedness to the shoe-repair man. He was staring at her, all right, his eyes wandering over every part of her delectable torso. Gail was almost able to feel his eyes touching her. Abruptly, he rose to his feet, walked toward her, set his glass down on the dresser, then wrapped his arms around her and pulled her lithe form against his naked body.
"Jesus!" he whispered. "You gotta be the sexiest thing I've ever seen," he whispered softly into her ear.
Slowly, every slowly, his lips pressed against hers in a gentle, firm kiss. Gail kissed back, feeling a little relieved to know she was still desirable at the age of thirty-four. But the solidity of his cock brought her back to reality in a hurry as it pressed against her naked thighs as the bottom of the negligee opened a little. Lord! It was both, longer and thicker than that which her husband used to push into her, and Gail wondered if she was capable of handling it. Gail felt the straining anticipation of the member as it twitched, eager to enter her cunt. Before she even realized what was happening, she was horizontal, lying on her bed with Sam's weight pressing down on her.
Sam had been waiting for this since the first time Gail had consented to go out with him. He worked hard during the day, and there were few enough women willing to date him. Heck! He was getting on in life. He was almost twenty-five. Though he knew Gail was older than himself, Sam didn't care. She was well put-together, and she was one of the nicer women to frequent his establishment. She never asked for credit or favors, and always had a smile for him. He didn't know what it was that prompted him to ask for that first date, but he was overjoyed when she had accepted. And now he was going to fuck her. Wow! All the passion stored up inside him had suddenly risen to the surface, demanding an outlet. He was unable to control himself, aching to fill the void of her empty vagina with the long, thick stiffness of his penis. All the pent-up emotion filling him ached to charge into her tender, delicate body.
Gail had no idea what was going on in Sam's mind.
She had known he wanted to fuck her, but she hadn't expected him to be this anxious and abrupt. She found her body being handled by Sam as his fingers played over her delicate white flesh. His mouth was covering an exposed left breast, the pink nipple being solidly sucked and chewed as if Sam were intent on devouring it. His teeth bit into her aureole, causing a mild stinging, but she ignored it, basically because of her fear she felt as the man's groping hands felt for, and finally found, the elastic top of her panties. She had purposely put them back on, subconsciously wondering if she really wanted a man to touch her after all this time. Now she was fairly certain she didn't want it to happen, but it was too late to stop Sam. She thought he'd take the time to slide them from her body, but he didn't. He tore the flimsy tricot from her, as if it was all tissue paper. The sudden urgency of the man's actions confused and terrorized Gail. She began calling out to him to stop.
"Sam!" she gasped. "Not this way! I'll do what you want, but not this way. For heaven's sake, be more gentle."
Her cries were unheeded as Sam continued his desperate attempt to undo all the frustration of the past few months, when he had seen so many desirable women but hadn't been able to do anything with them. He'd had a steady girl for awhile, many months before, but she had gone and married a plumber, and he was aching for cunt. The sight and smell of Gail's fragrant, delicate body inflamed him all the more. The lust in him built to a height never before attained. He was no longer the quiet, calm Sam Mallo Gail had known. He wasn't the man whose company had aroused her to the point where she had been willing to forget her self-enforced celibacy of so many years. Instead, he had become a wild, almost raving maniac, hungry for the physical sensations so long denied him.
Gail squirmed as she felt his fingers touch the silky smoothness of her pubic hair. The tips of his fingers were jammed down into her soft, delicate flesh, pressing into her pussy, searching anxiously for the tight, narrow opening between the soft lips of her tingling cunt.
Gail found herself caught up in a wrestling match, much the way she had been involved with her husband on their wedding night. There was another man who had been impatient. The frightened woman had to fight, not only with Sam, but with her own mounting fear because of what seemed like unexpected brutality. Was this what happened between a man and woman in the first time, every time? Gail wondered if all the women she knew were practically raped by their husbands and/or boyfriends the first time they went to bed with the men. At this point, Gail came to believe all men behaved this way, and she feared she had overestimated the gentleman in Sam. When his fingers wormed their way through the silken curls on her pubis and dug into the tender folds of her vaginal lips, Gail felt nothing but anguish, even when the ball of his middle finger rubbed against her clitoris. The woman knew she wasn't frigid. Her husband, using his tongue, had brought all kinds of rousing sensations inside her, though that was many years ago. Gail was hoping Sam knew how to bring equally rousing sensations to her body. She often thought about having a sexual experience in all the years she had denied it to herself. There had been many times she had thought about probing her delicate vaginal lips with her fingers to see if she was capable of inducing an orgasm, aching to satisfy the burning needs of her exquisite body, but her mother's teachings had won out, and no matter how much her body cried out for relief, Gail didn't touch herself. As a result, she went to bed frustrated many-a-night, consoling herself with the thought that she would once again be able to reach the height of physical enjoyment when she had the courage to take a man to bed. She ached for a gentleness at first, and that was precisely what Sam was not giving her.
"Please, please, Sam," she begged. "Oh please!" she moaned when his seeking fingers dug strongly into the soft, tender female flesh surrounding the delicate opening between her thighs. Gail was unable to understand why the man insisted on being so rough and forward. She writhed under the strong grip of his fingers in an effort to get away.
Sam was totally absorbed in his inner passion to sink his aching cock into the tight depths of this gorgeous creature. Her delicious body was a symphony of sexual delight, made to please the eyes as well as the ears, not to mention his hands and his cock. The mere sight of her hair-fringed pussy made his heart throb with licentious desire. Her vagina was almost as tight as that of a virgin, despite a baby having passed through it fifteen-years earlier. Slowly, he managed to worm his middle finger between her sucking pussylips. With a nearly cruel pressure, he drove his finger in deeper, sinking it into the tight, sensuous depths with a savage power. Gail's efforts to keep her thighs closed were thwarted by the pressure of his powerful knees, placed solidly on the mattress between her legs. The man continued sucking and pulling at the smooth flesh of her firm breast. Solid as it was, and round as it was, it was just small enough for almost all of it to fit into his mouth, with the nipple scraping across the palate and pressing into his throat.
Gail wanted desperately to make Sam happy, but not at the expense of suffering all kinds of pain and humiliation. His was a temporary, lusting madness. The woman struggled hopelessly with her lover-turned-assailant. She was unable to understand why this was happening to her, but the ripping pain of his probing fingers in her heated vagina hurt more mentally than it did physically. But in spite of the base emotions behind the man's apparently cruel actions, Gail sensed a thrilling excitement starting to build. It was an excitement for which she had been waiting a very long time. Her excitement wasn't nearly enough to make up for the pain and embarrassment she felt, yet it did ease the mental torture a little. Had she not been so aroused the agony might well have been excruciating. Her inner vagina was starting to become moist in spite of her feelings of shame. Far back in the portion of her brain which controlled her feelings, Gail felt electricity suddenly come sparkling forth, shooting into her groin, causing her tiny clitoris to suddenly stiffen. Little by little she was becoming more and more aroused, and the shame and hurt faded farther and farther into the background.
Abruptly, before she was able to grab these emotions and cling to them, Gail felt his fingers suddenly yank themselves out of her vagina while releasing her breast, letting it slide from his mouth. It fell, wet and glistening, against her body.
"Gail," Sam gasped. "I'm crazy about you, honey. I'm really crazy about you. I'm gonna make it good for you, I promise. You'll come real good, you'll see."
He was still on his knees, between her widespread loins, his hands pressing on her shoulders, pushing her into the mattress. All Gail was able to see was the burning desire in Sam's eyes, and the massively erect phallus poking straight out from beneath his pubic hair, pointing at her tightly compressed vaginal lips. The man was gazing down at her pelvic bush like some starving animal about to feast on some savory prey. Gail's naked body began violently trembling.
"Please, Sam," she whimpered. "Oh please don't hurt me. Be gentle. Oh my God! I'm so afraid!"
She was moaning and gasping, but Sam, concentrating on her naked pussy, didn't lift his eyes to meet her tearful gaze. At this point his ears seemed closed, as if he was no longer hearing what she had to say, and the woman prepared herself for the worst.
Gail remembered how her husband's cock used to hurt those first few times he penetrated her. It wasn't until her tight cunt had adjusted to his thickness that she was able to take him. Unfortunately, though his penis had often built her up to a climax, she never went over the rainbow until her husband went down on her and licked her clitoris.
Sam's penis was much thicker than that of her former husband. Gail had a terrible feeling he was going to stretch her wide apart, perhaps even splitting her in two. The mere idea made her stare at the throbbing length of the turgid meat. The huge tip extended out of a collar of flesh with a bulb shape that was purple and seemingly expanding all the more thickly with each passing moment. It bulged with growing excitement. The woman was able to clearly make out the lengthy shaft lined with blue, blood-filled veins. There was an artery visible, pulsating and pounding in the massively erect column. The gigantic shaft seemed to protrude like an immense battering ram from a tight tangle of dark pelvic curls which literally blanketed his groin. The twin balls resting in the leathery sac dangling beneath were already tightly drawn up into his crotch. Gail sensed the urgent need for the sperm within to be released. And though the idea of being penetrated by such a mast frightened her, she was already visualizing the gigantic glans spurting ropes of heavy semen into her, splashing it all around inside her. She remembered how the heated spunk of her former husband used to gush into her in unending streams. At the moment, she had started on the Pill again, so she had no fears of becoming pregnant. Her period had ended the previous day, when she had started taking the contraceptive pill.
Sam was aware he wouldn't be able to control himself much longer, but he waited long enough to carefully enjoy the sight of the tight vagina nestled neatly between the older woman's smooth, white, tender thighs. There was something special about the sight of her cunt. He had seen other cunts; many of them. True, no two looked a-like, yet there was something extra-special about this particular pussy. It had an aura about it. He was able to smell the fresh, clean aroma coming from within, and knew a time would come when he'd want to lick and suck her vagina, draining the juices from it as one sucked liquid from a split peach. Christ! This one had such a pure, sweet, delightful look about it, building his passion and arousal even higher. The silken-soft, dark strands of curls surrounding the narrow incision of her dripping cunt looked like coiled little snakes, ready to strike when his monstrous probe attempted to penetrate her. Where her vaginal lips came together beads of sticky moisture clung to the delicate, pink flesh, like floating bubbles. For some reason, the vagina looked untouched, though Sam was well aware Gail had a daughter. Even so, it was as if the one other penis to penetrate this holy temple didn't count. This enclave, this vestibule of womanly depth, seemed to breathe in and out as if with a life of its own. It was a sheath of feminine delight made to contain the sword of his cock; aching to massage the swollen length of his throbbing penis until she had milked all the jizz from his aching balls. It was the most arousing, delightful, delectable sight he had ever seen. He wanted that sweet, coral pussy tightly wrapped around his throbbing cock.
Shifting his weight to one side, Sam gripped his lengthy prong tightly in his hand, moving his hips forward until the dome of rubber-like flesh making up his glans made gentle contact with the sweet, delectable exterior of her tender pussy. Using his swollen cock like a driving wedge, he let it ride up and down in the soaked split of her sodden beaver, until the inner lips slowly parted, like stage curtains, revealing the heated, tender interior of her sweet, frothing vagina.
Gail moaned, feeling the head of his throbbing penis brush her clitoris, and she was able to see from the lust in his eyes he was ready to fuck right into her. He was deaf to her pleas, intent on penetrating her, and when he had his throbbing cock positioned against the opening to her vaginal passage, he slowly lowered himself over her body, ready to nail his penis into her.
Totally confused, Gail still felt heat spiraling through her horizontal body. In spite of Sam's initial roughness, or perhaps because of it, arousal swelled to greater size within her. Therefore, she accepted what was about to happen as she felt the shoe-repair man's desperately working cock slide between the soft, curtain-like, labial folds of her taut pussy. She was breathing heavily, afraid, yet anxious, knowing he was determined to fuck her then and there. The pressure of his penile point as it throbbed against the tight entryway to her vagina became more and more powerful until, at one point, Gail feared the man's hard cock might actually tear its way through her tight flesh. The massive, bone-like object being pressed into her was too thick, it would never fit into her steaming pussy. God! God! It was so immense. It would never enter her unless it actually ripped her flesh.
"Uuuunnnggghhh!" she gasped. "Please, Sam," she whispered, terrified of the size of his throbbing cock. "It'll. . . uhhhh . . . never fit inside me. I can tell, I can tell."
The mouth of her vagina was like a tight rubber band, resisting the pressure of his bulbous dome in spite of the continual pressure being applied. Sam relentlessly continued thrusting his hips forward, using all his strength, wondering why he needed so much power to enter such a fragile female. He had no desire to hurt her. Hell! She was no virgin, tight as she was. Once he fitted his cock into her and began moving it, she would respond like all the other females. He had never known a female yet who didn't come with his cock inside her. True, the women he had known were few and far-between, but every one of them had come with his massive monolith buried inside her. This one was no different. She merely needed to feel the entire length and breadth of prick buried in her teeming twat.
The aching, throbbing cock was ramrod-stiff and solid, and the excited feel of her slippery flesh pressing back against the penile head made the prong stiffer and harder, causing it to swell the littlest bit thicker.
Gail felt her thighs being pushed wider apart by his knees, and the woman had no doubts concerning Sam's intentions of totally fucking her. In fact, from the way Sam was applying pressure, the woman knew the time had come. He cocked his hips and shoved forward, hard, and his penis was through the barrier of her inner lips, with its head surrounded by the soft tissues making up the walls of her vagina.
"Uyynngghhhh!" Gail gasped, at first feeling a red-hot poker pushing into her. But a moment later, she realized much of it was not pain but trepidation. True, his penis was definitely stretching her interior, but the agony registering in her mind came more from her imagination than his cock. The flesh was stretched as never before, yet her walls had enough elasticity to widen without her feeling heavy pain.
Sam smiled, knowing he had finally gained entrance to the seething tightness of her aching cunt. He was hardly able to keep himself from spilling the rest of his thick prick into her squeezing, seething depths.
Gail trembled, a bit with fear, and a bit with anxiety, as she felt the head work its way a bit deeper into her seething pussy. She knew it was only a matter of seconds before he fitted the entire length of his cock into her. Frightened more by what she imagined she felt rather than the real pressure of the man's cock, she expected the agony to be unbelievable when he finally pushed the rest of his penis into her, and so tried worming back, moving away from him, doing her best to retreat from the pole throbbing inside her. Her buttocks rotated against the mattress repeatedly in hope of being able to escape the tree trunk worming its way ever deeper into her, but it was to no avail. His palms pressing on her shoulders, and his knees pushing outward against her thighs, held her securely locked in place. Lifting her head, staring over the pink-nippled tops of her breasts, Gail was able to see a mere two inches of cock had entered her. Most of the massive organ was still waiting for admittance. Oh God! This was horrible! Now she was convinced she'd die of pain long before he pounded the entire length of cock into her.
The tight, elastic-like passageway surrounding the head of his throbbing penis seemed to excite the shoe-repair man all the more. Sam felt sensitive nerves in the burgeoning tip of his phallus relaying pleasurable signals across open synapses in his body. Jesus! It felt great, and he was convinced the only way he'd be totally satisfied was to have the entire length of cock sunk into the sweet, soft, surrounding bog of her hot cunt. Her tender pussy was so delectable, he knew he wouldn't be able to keep his sperm under control much longer. From the way her taut interior stretched, Sam knew Gail was feeling some mild discomfort, but he also knew the discomfort would pass soon enough, giving way to total pleasure. All the other females he had fucked had all but fainted with pleasure, after awhile.
"Here we go, honey," he whispered. "You'll love it, you'll see. Aannnhhh!"
This last was a noise made as he drove forward, pushing his hot, heavy thick penis a bit deeper between the tightly resisting walls of her soft cunt. It felt as if he was moving the fleshy log through partially melted butter.
"Ohhhhh . . . aaa ggg hhh . . . n-o-o-o-o . . . " Gail moaned.
Her mind was so insistent on wanting pain, perhaps to subconsciously punish her for fornicating with a man to whom she was not married, Gail sincerely believed she was in agony. The woman sank her teeth into her lower lip in an effort to keep from fainting. Icy perspiration broke out all over her, and she decided, then and there, no matter how nice any man was in public, when he finally got into bed with a woman he was a total animal. At one point she was certain his cock was knifing into her intestines, and Sam was about to kill her without even realizing what was happening. Gail felt more than pain. She felt mortification, almost angry at the idea that the man was thoughtlessly doing this to her with no regard for her own feelings. She wished she had never consented to go out with this cruel man. She was certain her vaginal passageway was stretched to the point of splitting. The pain should have washed away any physical enjoyment, but the pleasure being imparted by Sam's cock was so strong, it was slowly beginning to overcome the mental anguish Gail was suffering. The pleasure was so enormous, when two more inches of cock were shoved into her seething trough, the pain abruptly vanished. Gail realized the agony had been in her head more than in her body. It was because of the abrupt way Sam fucked into her. She had wanted to be kissed, licked, loved, caressed, and titillated before he finally plunged into her. According to all the books she had read, a woman took much longer to warm up than a man, and so needed a lot of foreplay. Sam was supposed to be better than her husband and "play by the rules." But Sam was just like her former husband, except for the fact that Gail had to admit she did feel a stronger sense of arousal. Still, she wished there had been some gentleness, some understanding instead of what she believed was a vicious, one-sided selfishness. It was all lust on the man's part, though Gail had to admit she had no right to reproach him for that. She, herself, had gone into this simply for the physical gratification. She wasn't looking for love. She had no right to expect the man to love her. Even so, she felt his behavior shamed her, even if there was no actual damage inflicted by his cruel thrusting into her taut, helpless nookie.
Oh man! Sam thought, as he worked his throbbing putz into the glove-soft depths of Gail's cunt, fearful he might come too quickly. The wonderful, velvety feeling of her vaginal tissues caressing his slowly sinking phallus was sending so many waves of delightful pleasure to his brain, he knew he'd have to forestall his climax before burying the entire length of meat inside her. Hell! Coming without being all the way in was not only childish, it wasn't nearly as enjoyable. Taking a deep breath, he rammed hard, using all his power to sink every last little bit of penile length into the seething, simmering tunnel of Gail's delightful cunt. like a diesel-powered locomotive, the mighty whang buried itself totally in the narrow passageway of her soft pussy.
"Ohhhhhh!" Gail gasped. "Uuuugggghhh! Aaannn-ggghhhr
To Gail, whose body had never held anything this thick or this large, it was almost-like being deflowered all over again, though she had to admit the pain wasn't really there. Even so, the abrupt pressure of his throbbing cock was so severe, she was certain he wasn't using a cock but a sequoia log. It was as if she had just been skewered and was about to be put onto a rotating barbecue. The surprise of being totally filled up by the huge cock caused her to tighten her body for an instant in the hope of stopping him. But it was no use. He was all the way in, and she was a piece of meat suspended on the end of his long spit. Gail realized all this had seemed like a battle in her mind, and now Sam had won, almost shattering her ego. No matter how good this all felt, it was an antagonistic pressure. In spite of the pleasurable sensations, the inner flesh of her vagina felt scrubbed raw from the pressure of his glans, and even now, that same glans was scrubbing against her cervix as if hoping to penetrate that narrow hole, too.
Once more, Gail lifted her head and stared down the length of their bodies, seeing the lewd way they were joined together. She saw the mingling of his pubic hair with hers, noting his was one shade lighter.
It's in, she thought, a bit dazed. That massive penis is all the way inside me.
Sam, hovering over her, had his eyes shut for the moment. Aside from basking in the pooled warmth of her juicy pussy, he was fighting off the urge to instantly climax. The pressure building in his balls was fantastic, and he didn't know how much longer he'd be able to keep himself under control. Christ! Having the entire length of his throbbing cock buried in the seething depths of Gail's creaming cunt was the most wonderful thing to ever happen to him. The slick, clasping clutch of her vaginal walls riding over his throbbing length made him shudder, and it required all his strength to stave off the climax welling up inside him. He had often imagined how it would feel to have his hot prick buried in this woman's cunt, but his imagination was never able to do justice to the truth. This was all so much better than anything his mind had dreamed up. He flexed his penis a number of times, making the helmet-like head swell even more thickly inside her.
Gail moaned, but not from pain. She felt humiliated because of Sam's abruptness, and in spite of the mounting thrills building inside her, decided to remain still and not respond to the thrusts of Sam's swollen dork. He was already starting to slide his penis in and out of her, though with some effort, because the tight walls of her vagina clung to the massive prong, not wanting it to leave her inner canal in spite of her mentally wanting this to end. His hips pulled back until only the bloated point was inside her, then with greater speed, he pushed forward again, building bigger thrills in the heated depths of her soft twat. And still, Gail tried to mentally deny her enjoyment.
"Ohhhhhh! Please! Sam!" she gasped, trying to sound uncomfortable, but Sam already knew better. He was able to tell from the quickening response of her vaginal walls around his throbbing poker that her body was enjoying this, even if she refused to admit it, verbally.
Gail felt the throbbing prick unmercifully pound in and out of her tight tunnel, building and enhancing the thrills inside her. She was feeling nothing but shame and humiliation in her mind, even though her body was thoroughly enjoying every thrust. Her tunnel was slowly widening, adjusting to his thickness, and Gail's body was almost sorry, since she had enjoyed the pressure of his penis immensely when it forced her cunt to widen. Even now, it was wonderful, but Gail, without realizing it, had a slight streak of masochism running through her, and had subconsciously sought the pain, not to punish her for what she was doing, but simply because, deep down, she enjoyed it.
Sam was pounding ever-faster into her tightness, and she began wondering if he was moving so because of cruelty, or simply because he was so anxious to enjoy her and make her enjoy his cock. Even as she thought all this, she was unaware of the heat continually building inside her as fires erupted in the center of her womb. Had Sam been a little less anxious and had caressed her just a little before all but raping her, Gail might have more readily accepted all this.
The clutching, slippery walls of Gail's steaming pussy seemed to fit nicely around the steaming pole of Sam's cock as it continued pistoning in and out of her. She felt him slamming his solid meat into her with all his strength, fucking as fast and as hard as he was able. Gail had to admit there was a lot more to his form and pressure than anything her husband had ever done. For some reason, she was physically enjoying the movement of this cock inside her much more than she had ever enjoyed that of Lisa's father. It was almost as if he was fucking her so hard to make up for all the times he'd longed for her and had been unable to score with her. Each deep plunge of his driving pole was a delightful blow, seeming to release hidden emotions in the man, while at the same time building the lust in Gail. It was almost as if he were trying to punish her for resisting his advances the last two times they had dated.
Without realizing it, Gail was squealing with each powerful thrust of the sinking penis. She saw him staring down the length of their bodies, and the light in his eyes let her know how much he enjoyed the sight of them linked together this way. He battered his way in again and again, and Gail, without realizing it, had curled her legs around his thighs, gripping him tightly, making him really work to plunge his throbbing peter into her simmering depths.
Sam, staring at the way his throbbing putz was being swallowed up by Gail's pink funnel, was excited all the more by the sight of it. The coral, rubbery ring of moist flesh seemed to fold in on itself with each forward thrust, then roll back out with each withdrawal. The woman's hot, crushing vagina was nursing on his penis with the avidity of a calf at its mother's udder. The pressure was so great, Sam was able to feel his blood pounding in the many veins in his cock.
Gail gasped as he drove into her with even greater force, pounding into her tight cunt with such effort, he all but lifted the woman from the bed. His balls were even more tightly drawn up into his body, to where they had all but disappeared. Even so, he was pounding so deeply into Gail's cunt, Gail was able to feel the texture of his wrinkled scrotum sac as it brushed against her perineum, while his thighs rubbed the cheeks of her ass. Her black .hair was completely undone now, spilling all over the pillow beneath her head, and from the look in Sam's eyes as he stared at her, Gail realized she had totally captivated him.
The constant, driving cock in her steaming cunt was almost like some kind of punishment for her having attempted to fight him off, before. Thrills built higher and higher in her aching body, and Gail wanted to scream out her enjoyment, but didn't dare. To do so would let Sam know he had her where he wanted her. It would encourage his fucking her this way repeatedly, and she had to make him understand, no matter how much she enjoyed what he was doing, she wasn't a plaything, to be dallied with at the will of any man. So she clamped her lips shut, to prevent Sam from knowing how much she was enjoying what he was doing. That sex should always be in so animalistic a position irritated the woman. She wanted love, and caresses, and not just rutting. True, she didn't want the man to fall in love with her, but she did want him to make love to her. Now she remembered what it was she had disliked most about going to bed with her former husband. She had hated, and still did hate, the ridiculous postures one had to effect to enjoy sex. And though the sensations in her body continued mounting, she wanted to shut her mind to them. It was as if she were protesting being used.
Even so, Gail was unable to keep herself from staring down to where her body was joined to Sam's. She stared at the way the swollen, thick rail continued pounding in and out of her seething pussy. She was barely able to see the redness of her inner lips each time they pulled out on Sam's backstroke. Seeing the entire length plunge back into her, she shuddered with delight, especially when his tightened scrotum rubbed against her ass-cheeks and perineum. Now she was unable to control her liking for the full length of the gigantic column as it filled her belly. Sam was driving into her tight twat with such violent force, Gail felt the pounding Shockwaves riding through her body. Her small, firm breasts were shaking from the impact.
The more she looked, the more she enjoyed what she felt and saw. Little by little her mental resistance was melting, and Gail realized she wanted to enjoy it. She wanted the man to have his way with her. His pleasure was her pleasure. This was something she and her former husband had never shared. She was being fucked, yes fucked, and she liked it. For the first time in her life she enjoyed being fucked. It wasn't merely a period of time she had to endure before someone used his mouth to make her come. No! She was enjoying the sensation of being fucked.
Pleasure was bursting through her body, and it wasn't the masochistic pleasure of one wanting to feel pain. This was true, total, sexual pleasure. Yes, for the first time in her life she was enjoying the act that men enjoyed. Abruptly, she realized she wanted to know all there was to know about sexual pleasure. In spite of what she felt was inexcusable roughness on Sam's part, she now felt she wanted to enjoy everything the man had to offer, for his fucking her was more than for his own pleasure. It was for her pleasure, as well. There was the continual growth of delightful thrills in her sodden vagina, and it was now coursing through every nerve-ending in her body. Even her clitoris, untouched at the moment, was pulsating with electricity at what was happening inside her flooded pussy.
I'm on my way to a climax, she thought. I'm going to come with a cock inside me instead of having to wait until the man decides to use his tongue on me . . . if he decides to use his tongue. This way I don't have to wait.
Gail's hips rose and fell rapidly, moving up and down with frenzied, rhythmic beats, keeping time with the way Sam was plunging into her steaming vagina.
"Ohhhhhh Godddd! Ahhhhh!" she gasped, finally accepting the pleasure building inside her. Passion filled her sweet pussy and drilled through her body, making her rotate and writhe with maddening feeling as she squirmed under the driving phallus of the shoe-repair man.
Sam saw the change come over the woman, noting the passion filling her, seeing her even more sensuous than he had ever imagined. Seeing this made him lose all control of himself, and the sperm began bubbling in his balls. The woman looked so wantonly wonderful as she lay beneath him, the cool reserve of dignity she had disappearing as her naked self wiggled and trembled anxiously beneath him. His balls were no longer able to control themselves, and the sperm they manufactured came rushing forth into the miles of folded tubing inside, moving with flashing speed, intent on entering the penis, and eventually jetting forth into the woman's body.
Gail thrilled to Sam's slamming forward, thrilling to the entire length of cock being buried into her hot, steaming, positively sucking vagina. She felt his groin press more firmly into her cunt as he arched his head and threw it back, and screamed, "EEEEEYYYY . . . AAAAGGGGGGHHHHH! . . . HHHHAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The first pleasurable blast of hot spunk went shooting into her aching cunt, building the pleasure even more quickly. If only he was able to hold the stiffness a little longer, she too, would be able to come. She felt the massive dork swell even more as it began spewing gobs of hot liquid into her seething center. Each firing caused his cock to swell a little more, stretching her vaginal tunnel as more fluid cascaded into her. And then Gail was there.
"EEEEEE . . . EE! YYYYYAAAAGGGGHHH!
HHHHUUUUNNNNGGGHHHH!" Gail screeched, jerking and twisting as the maddening sensations of orgasm took hold of her and made her dig her fingers into Sam's back.
His mouth fell on hers, trying to kiss her, and she sank her teeth into his lips, biting them, then kissing away the hurt. Her tongue washed through Sam's mouth, and he eagerly accepted it, sucking on it with as much avidity as her cunt now displayed in nursing on his cock.
Gail felt the ejaculating penis continuing to twitch inside her, giving her mounting pleasure, each time. And each twitch was more pleasure for him, which made Gail happy.
Oh God! For the first time in her life she had come with a cock inside her, and it was even better than the times her husband used to tongue her clitoris. True, she had not been able to come exactly with Sam, but she doubted if something like that happened very often with any couples. She was more than pleased to have attained her first climax via a penis.
Slowly, Sam's penis deflated, and Gail was sorry to feel it shrink. She wanted more. Sam promised he was capable of one more go-round, if she allowed him time to recuperate. Gail was more than happy to oblige.
To prove how much she had enjoyed everything, she licked away the pools of semen on his groin; something she had never done with her husband. He wanted her to suck his cock a little, too, but she wasn't ready for that. Soon, though.