Carl Van Marcus - The lady disk-jockey

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!