It might be kinky, it might be crazy, but Polly loved it. She adored every second of his noisy, greedy pussy-eatin. She'd never felt anything nearly as good. His stiff tongue snaked into every hot fold and every little valley, giving her exquisite sensations. Helplessly she creamed all over his face.
"Ohhhhh, God, Mark, I love it," she sobbed. "Don't stop, please."
He didn't stop, and it got even better. He made his tongue long and stiff and started easing it up her cunt. Polly went wild, creaming in hot spurts, clawing the bed. She'd never had anything in her cunt before, and she loved the hot cramming sensation. He pushed his tongue into her as far as he could get it, then began fucking her with it.
"Unnnhh, shit, yes," she sobbed, "do it to me."
That stiff sawing motion excited hell out of her. If fucking felt anything like that, she could hardly wait to try it. As Mark's long rigid tongue reamed her virgin cunt, she creamed steadily, the molten liquid overflowing her pussy and gushing down the crack of her ass.
She felt the hot pleasure building steadily in her pussy.
"Do it to me, do it to meeee," she wailed.
Mark worked his stiff tongue faster and faster in her greedy little twat, and she arched her body to take the pistoning meat as deep as she could get it. Instinctively she tightened her cunt around his tongue, getting all the delicious red-hot friction she could. The pleasure was so powerful by now, she felt like she couldn't contain it much longer.
Then down in the depths of her cunt there was a violent explosion of pleasure that quickly rippled out to engulf of pleasure that quickly rippled out to engulf her whole body. She screamed in ecstasy and flooded Mark's face with a huge sizzling load of tangy come.
"Ohhhhh, God, unnnnnhhhh, whahhh!" she howled.
Her body convulsed and bucked, and Mark couldn't keep his tongue inside her, she was writhing so hard. He rose to his knees and watched her, his eyes focused hungrily on her wildly bouncing tits. When she finally went still and opened her eyes again, she looked at him wonderingly.
"What happened to me?" she asked. "Was that an orgasm?"
"That's right," he chuckled, "you came. You never had a climax before?"
Polly shook her head, "I sure didn't know what I was missing," she laughed.
"I'll see that you get off a lot more before this cruise is over," Mark promised. "But now you can play with my cock if you want."
"Oh, yes, please," Polly said eagerly.
He showed her how to handle that big slab of meat. He taught her how to pump it, lick it, suck it. Polly especially like the suckling. She had her mouth open wide, her lips hugely stretched, and she'd crammed as much as she could inside, more than half the length of his big hard dick. She sucked greedily on it, drawing the salty cream from his piss hole.
"Yeah, baby," he groaned, "you're gonna make a great little cocksucker."
He let her suck on his prick and eat his juice till he was almost coming. Then it was time for the big moment, time to lose her cherry – and Polly was more than ready. She kept her legs bent and wide open as Mark crawled between them and pressed the hugely swollen head of his dick against the tight virgin mouth of her cunt.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Yes, stick it in me, Mark!" she panted.
She was already creaming all over the fat purple head of his cock, eager for more. He began to ease it into her, being careful not to hurt her, filling her gradually but steadily with the thick throbbing pole of meat. Polly thought it was the most heavenly sensation she'd ever known. She creamed steadily and heavily as he went into her.
"Oooooooo, Mark, yessss," she hissed, "get into me, give me all of it."
At last he was all the way into her, his massive boner throbbing against every inch of her hugging cunt. He started fucking her in deep, slow, sensuous strokes, and Polly clung to him and sobbed with pleasure. He'd been careful to make her first fuck a great one, always arousing her, never hurting her, and she responded with cries of ecstasy.
"Ohhh, shit, I love it," she moaned, "I love the way your're fucking me, Mark."
He leered down at her and began to move his prick faster and harder in her exquisitively tight box. Gradually he increased the speed and force of his fucking, till they were going at it pretty hard, but Polly loved it. Her instincts took over, and she fucked right back at him, jerking her hips to his horny rhythm.
"Fuck it to me, fuck it to me," she babbled hoarsely.
It was only her first fuck, but she knew she could never get enough of it no matter how long she lived. She was hooked on sex from now on.
She just wondered how she'd gone twenty-eight years without it. Mark began to really hammer his rock-hard dick into her, and she wailed in bliss and soaked his jackhammering cock with boiling floods of pussy cream.
"Just a little more, honey," she whimpered, "I'm almost there."
"You and me both, baby," he growled.
She felt it again, that gigantic explosion of pleasure in the flaming depths of her cunt. She screamed as she began to come, and her cunt clamped and sucked around Mark's pistoning cock. "Awwww, fuck, awwww!" he roared, jetting his sizzling load into her.
After that she couldn't resist him, and they fucked like bunnies for the rest of the cruise. Polly could hardly remember what ports they visited. Nothing seemed more important than the fantastic pleasure Mark gave her with his fingers and tongue and cock. In those few days, he taught her all about love-making, and she was a straight-A student.
When the cruise was over and she'd said goodby to Mark, there was the excitement of moving to a new city and starting a new job. The post of head librarian at Hardwick School was very important and well-paid.
Polly didn't think about much else for a week or so. Then she started getting horny, so horny that she couldn't kee pher mind on her work.
Today, the first day of school, was the worst so far. As she sat at her desk reliving her delicious love-making with Mark, she got so horny, she could have screamed with frustration. She ached to come, but with no man to help her out, there was just one way for her to get off.
Polly blushed as she thought about it. She never masturbated before.
But this was an emergency. She truly felt like she'd go crazy if she didn't do something to relieve the boiling need in her pussy. She got up and walked to her assistant, Jeffrey, who was loading a book cart.
"Things don't seem too busy right now Jeffrey," she said, "so I think I'll take a quick break. Can you handle things for a few minutes?"
"Yes, ma'am," he said meekly.
Polly hurried to the woman's faculty lounge, and to her relief she found nobody else there. She locked herself into a stall, leaned against the wall, and tucked her skirt up. She slid a hand down inside her panties and touched the boiling wet flesh of her gash. She found the pulsating lump of her clit and began to rub it with her fingertip in a steady circular motion.
"Oooooo, yesssss," she breathed.
That was more like it. She was getting a steady buzz of pleasure from her throbbing joy as she rubbed. She moaned with relief. Her twirling finger was soon soaked with her uncontrollably seeping cunt cream as she masturbated herself toward the release she craved. If she could just bring herself off, maybe she could get her mind off sex for awhile.
But Polly knew this wouldn't end her problem. She was hooked on fucking now, she needed a man, and one session of playing with herself wasn't going to end that need. But Hardwick School was the worst place on earth to look for a sex partner. Students had been expelled, faculty fired, for even mentioning sex.