them!'
His hand came up to my breasts, and he squeezed in.
'You have nice big titties, Sally,' he said. My nipple was hot and throbbing in the palm of his hand. 'Ill bet you like to have them sucked, don't you?''
Passion made my head swim. I reached up for the zipper of French's jeans. I began to pull it down. 'Yes, yes,' I moaned. 'Suck them… please suck them.'
Like an expert, French worked on the buttons of my dress. The dress parted, and my tits tumbled out
'Hey!' he exclaimed. 'No bra. Don't you have anything on under that dress?'
'No,' I said. I pulled the zipper open, and French's stiff cock pushed open the front of his pants. I reached my hand into the open zipper and touched him. He was naked under his jeans. 'I have nothing else on. Only the dress.'
My words excited him, and French's blond head came down and began to suck on my nipples. H6 moved his mouth from tit to tit, working on me with his tongue and lips until I moaned from the wet, licking pleasure.
I began to stroke his cock, jerking him off. 'Ohhh,' I moaned. With my other hand, I held his head against my chest. 'That… feels… goodT
His cock was uncircumcised, and it felt strangely erotic in my soft hand. It was the first time I've ever touched that type of cock. I pulled back the tender cowl of foreskin, and I ran my fingers over the moist gians. French trembled excitedly.
'You do that well, Sally,' he moaned. His mouth was slippery with saliva. His breath came out hot against my tits, and I shuddered. 'Do you like to touch cock?'
I moaned. His cock felt so hard, so hot in my hand. I squeezed it as hard as I could.
'Yes… nol' I answered. 'Touch my cunt Touch it, please. My… can*/'
French worked over the remaining buttons, and I slipped from my dress. I was naked on the front seat of his car. Naked for the second time on this night with a man who was not my husband. Where will it end? I wondered. Where?
French placed his hand between my awkwardly spread thighs. He cupped my cunt, curling his fingers under my body, through the moist foliage of my cunt hair. He parted the blondet hairy flaps of my cunt lips and jerked his finger into me. 'My… God!' he said. 'You're so wetl'
Pleasure spread up from the tip of his probing finger, and I pushed down around it I crushed my ass against the sticky plastic seat, grinding my cunt against the hardness of his finger. I could feel his knuckles against the soft flap of lips, pressing into my clitoris.
'My.,. God, Sally,' he whispered, excitedly now. 'You are really hot! Hotr
I slid back on his finger, drawing him almost all the way out of me. Then I hunched suddenly forward, and my cunt gobbled pleasurably down the length of his pushing finger. I moaned from the thrilling sensation.
'See,' I said, grunting the words through my teeth. 'All those years of marriage were worth something after all. I did manage to… learn something.'
I grabbed his cock and pulled it up through my sliding hand. Jerking him off, softly, slowly, sensually. I moved my hand from the thick root of his belly, up the full throbbing length of the organ, until the moist head was pulsing in my hand. I squeezed into it, and French moaned.
TDid you… learn anything else?' he asked. 'la all those years of marriage?'
I began to stroke his cock with the slow, steady rhythm that I had learned from Peter in the years it took me to learn how to masturbate a man. I felt French thrust a second finger into my cunt, matching my tempo, and begin to respond to my sliding, pulling hand.
'I learned to fuck,' I said, boldly. I could feel sweat coating my body. I was very, very aroused. 'I learned how to fuck really well.' 'Did you learn anything else?' he asked, grunting.
I squeezed his cock hard. 'You mean like sucking? Sucking cock?'
The idea excited him. 'Yeah, Sally. Would you do that fer me?'
I didn't bother to answer. I simply bent down between his parted thighs, and I took his cock into my mouth. I slid my lips down the length of the slender organ, and I began to suck him off.
'Jeez-usF French groaned. His body stiffened, and he thrust his hips up hard. 'My God… My God!'
His cock was slender and tapered, and I found I could easily swallow his whole length. His cock felt different in my mouth than Peter's or Adam's did, and somehow that excited me very much. I pursed my lips tightly around the broad base, and I hollowed my cheeks against the sides of the quivering pole of wet flesh. His pubic hairs tickled against my face, and I could feel the swelling thickness of his cock-head pressed against the opening of my throat. I began to move up and down on him, stroking his cock with my mouth.
French's hand slipped from my cunt, and he pressed my head down with all ten fingers. I could feel his hips rising and dropping in tempo to my sucking, and I felt his body tensing and lifting from the car seat, I sensed he was very close to coming,
I slid my mouth up the length of the organ, and I pulled it from my mouth. I felt my saliva dribble down my chin.
'No…' he said, trying to push it back in. '1 wanna… come!'
Tou will,' I said, squeezing the dripping rod between my fingers to assure him. 'Fuck me now.'
He was less ready to fuck as he was to have me make him come in the wetness of my mouth, but he finally acceded. 'Okay… but hurry!'
I lay flat on the front of the car seat. The plastic stuck uncomfortably to my sweaty back, and each time I lifted my ass to change my position, my body would make a squeaking noise. I threw my left leg over the back of the seat,, and I anchored my foot in the steering wheel. My cunt was wide open for him, about to embrace him inside of the warmth and wetness of my aching body.
French threw himself excitedly down upon me. His cock was stiff and hard and wet, and he pushed it excitedly between my parted thighs, missing my cunt in his haste to fuck me.
His age was showing, I thought, aware that neither Adam or Peter would be so excited that it would make them lose their head. Yet, in some ways French's inexperience was stimulating. For him it was a raw, sexual experience, something he hasn't gotten enough of yet to relegate it to the mundane. He was fucking a strange, married woman, and for him, in his youth, that was exciting. Fucking was exciting!
I pulled his cock into my cunt, remembering my own youth in back seats of cars. I tried to recapture those years, that youthful exuberance, that intensity of sexual feeling. I pressed my cunt up hard, and I felt French's cock sinking deeply into my belly.
'Harder!' I coaxed, very excited now. I pushed up and down against him, gripping the pole of his cock with the muscles of my cunt. He bucked fiercely in and out of me, drawing his swordlike rod to the lips of my cunt, then stabbing in deeply into me, right to the hilt.
'I'm gonna… come!' he grunted. I could smell his sweat, his excitement. His blond hair hung in my face and I kissed his mouth hard, sinking my straining tongue deep inside of him. I strained up towards the ceiling, pressing the back of my legs against the car seat to lift me. French drove viciously in and out of me, like an engine going berserk.
I felt my own orgasm building. It amazed me. My second new man in the same night, and I was building towards still another orgasm. I couldn't believe my body. I couldn't believe it was happening to me!
I felt French's cock quivering stiffly inside of me. I squeezed tight, bringing the full length of my wet cuntal canal to press against his very hard, very hot cock. He moaned in my mouth then jerked up savagely inside of me, driving his cock to the depths of my cunt. I could feel the zipper on his pants scratching against my nakedness.
'I`m coming!' he cried, as if somehow surprised. He pressed into me, hard and deep. Tm comlng!'
When I felt his hot thick seed spilling like hot water up into me, I began to came. It was as though my cunt was already primed, and when his sperm touched my raw flesh, it was all I needed, I lifted my body and sealed it against his driving middle. I felt myself coming all over his cock.
Liquid fire dripped from the throbbing mouth of Ms cock, and it spread up into the velvet slit of my cunt. It burned there, into me, sending my orgasm down the length of my.quivering thighs, then back up again.
'God.. „ Godr I groaned, feeling my brain reach out, straining towards… something hard and elusive. I felt the fingers of my brain tightening around it, but then, just as I was about to reel it in, my orgasm reached its peak and began to diminish. I felt the thing slip through my fingers, gone perhaps forever.
