Don Hotey: Lawfully wedded nymph

There! I've said it! I've admitted it to myself. I love you Rick Tanner!

I opened his zipper and pulled out his cock. He was very hard and very, very hot. I caressed him expertly with my fingers, and he moaned.

"My God… Sally!" he cried. "That feels so… wonderful!" I scooped out his balls and rolled them about in 185 my hands. They felt elusive: hard and soft, squishing under the pressure of my fingers. I could feel the hair curling between my fingers as I tried to smooth out the wrinkled fiesh.

"My… vagina," I said, pressing my cunt against the loose hardness of his cock. "Touch me… there, Rick. Please!"

His hand came tentatively down, and he placed it between my well-parted thighs. I pressed the swollen mound against his hand, and I sighed when I felt his fingers curling down and under. I hunched up and down against him, spreading the wetness of my hand, and I was afraid he would come. I let go of the stiff rod.

"Touch me… under my skirt," I said. Rick I squeezed into his cock, jerking him off.

He began to breathe very heavily, sucking in breath and expelling it hotly. His cock throbbed in my hands, and I was afraid he would come. I let go of the stiff rod.

Touch me… under my skirt," I said. Rick trembled against me. 'Tut your hand on it"

He fumbled with the side button on, my skirt, and finally I had to help him with it. The skirt parted, and I stepped out of it. Together we pushed my panties down my legs. I laid back on the sofa and parted my thighs.

"Make love to me, Ricky?" I moaned. My eyes were closed and I was thinking, remembering, dreaming, 'Tut it in… your thing… put it in me. Make… love to mel"

Rick came down between my thighs, trembling. He pushed his smallish cock against my cunt, but he could not get it in. He tried once or twice, thrusting uselessly against my thigh. He moaned in frustration, as if he were in pain. I reached down between us and guided his cock into my body. He felt the warmth, the wetness, and he thrust himself forward, savagely. "Ohmygodr he cried "Sally.. My God!"

I squeezed down around the shaft of his cock, and Rick began to come almost immediately. His cock simply opened up and he began to flow, pumping his sperm up into the wet hollow of my pussy. "Ricky!" I cried. "Rickyf

I didn't mind that he was coming; really, I didn't I hunched up against him, crushing my cunt against his belly. I could feel his balls expanding and contracting between the wet slit of my oozing cunt. I really didn't mind.

I was happy, I realized. Rick was coming in my cunt, and I was happy. It would last this time, I knew it. This happiness was real. I could feel it; I sensed it. It would last. It had to!

The search, my long, unsatisfied search was finally over. I had found what I was looking for. I had been correct-it was there, just where I thought it would be, just behind the next hill, over the next horizon, in the very next experience. The grass was greener there… I knew it would be, I knew it, I knew it, I knew itl

"Ricky," I moaned. The sperm from his deflating cock was oozing all over my dripping pussy. I knew I could tell him-about Peter, about my other life. He would understand, I knew he would. We could get married now. We could fly together to Mexico. I could divorce Peter. And then Ricky and I would get married. "Ricky, darling!"

He moaned against my breast. "What… Sally?"

I kissed his sweet mouth. "Ask me again, darling," I said. "Ask me again,"

He sobbed and pushed his lifeless cock against the spermy lips of my cunt. "Would you marry me, Sally?" His voice was shrill with hope. "Would you?" I wrapped my thighs around his hips, and I squeezed him with my arms. I said: "Yes, darling. Yes.. Yes.. Yes!