Zainab gasped in surprise as he inserted his thick, middle finger into her while at the same time using his thumb to rub her clit.
“Oh, my God. I’m so wet for you, Uche.” She whispered into his ear.
She was very wet for Uche. Sloppy wet. Embarrassingly wet. The wet that made Uche stop his exploration and look at Zainab’s face wet. Uche knew that such a wet pussy was the surest sign that she was into this as much as he was.
Zainab slowly began to spread her legs wider. An indication that she was ready to be more sexual with him.
Uche pawed at her underwear until he was finally able to remove it from her waist and slide it down her silky-smooth legs.
He didn’t want her to wear the underwear after removing it, so he tossed it onto the concrete area surrounding the picnic bench.
Zainab found the act incredibly sexy. She looked out onto the concrete ground and saw her underwear laying there. It was a strange, yet very sexy scene.
Zainab spread her legs more, giving Uche complete access to her pussy. Access is reserved exclusively for her husband, and it is now given freely to her young lover to explore.
Uche loved the feel of Zainab’s pussy. It was hotter, wetter, and smoother than the other girls he had been with. Everything about Zainab was hot. Especially the married part.
He loved that she was married and wasn’t as needy as his other girlfriends had been. He couldn’t wait to fuck her, but he knew enough about his dick that he had to wait until they were ready. He had hurt women with it before. Having a dick like his required a certain degree of responsibility.
Uche now focused his efforts to pleasure her with his hand. He was pumping her pussy with two fingers rigorously as he saw her legs spread wider apart. She was hot.
Zainab felt exposed and nasty as she spread her legs farther apart. She was meeting his penetrating fingers with thrusts upward onto his hand.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Mmmm! Oh! Oh! Oh! Uche!” She opened herself up to Uche’s fingers in a crippling orgasm. She had a difficult time keeping her voice down due to its intensity. She shook to her core as she reached down and grabbed his arm…using it to guide his fingers in and out of her exploding pussy. She needed more of him. She needed his cock.
Uche’s pokes and prods were audible as he squished his way in and out of her dripping-wet pussy. He let her use his fingers and hand to fuck herself. He slipped in three fingers as she was spastically working his hand into her hot wetness. He had never been with a woman who came as hard as she did at that moment. Finally, after two monumental orgasms, she released his hand and returned it to her breasts.
Zainab took a few minutes to recover as Uche continued to fondle her. She wanted his penis now.
Zainab moved Uche up and away from the picnic table bench so that he was standing in front of her. She quickly surveyed the area. All she could see were trees. The path leading to the enclosure was close to the table so she would be able to hear anyone approach before they were too near.
She grabbed his shorts and underwear in her hands and with one motion pulled his shorts down. She was giddy with excitement to see his monster penis hard and ready for her attention.
Zainab took the additional step to have Uche step out of his shorts so that he was naked from the waist down, save for his shoes. Zainab used both hands to stroke his penis. She began lightly, more of a caress, feeling the impressive tool under her touch. Softly running her hands and fingers all over the shaft. Picking up his heavy balls in her hands and examining them. His scrotum was pulling them closer to his body, so she had to pull on them to get them into her hands. She had never done this for any man before.
She tried to cover as much of his penis with her hands as possible, but still had several inches above and below them exposed. She tried a one-handed stroke while massaging his balls, then switched to a two-handed approach as he began to respond to her stroking. She pumped him rhythmically, letting his heavy, dangling balls bounce off of her wrists and forearms as she stroked him.
Normally, Uche didn’t like it when a woman stroked his dick. He was always trying to get them to move on to something else, like a fuck or at least a blow job. Stroking was the least desirable activity, but with Zainab it was different. She was so hot, and so open about her love of his dick that he was more patient with her.
Zainab’s mouth began to water as she played with Uche’s penis. She wanted to suck it. She began to lick the head, but she was in an awkward position and couldn’t get at the base, or his balls.
“Here,” She guided him by his penis and hips to the picnic table. “Sit here,” she said.
Zainab had him sit bare-assed on the table in front of her. She stepped over the bench part, then sat so that she was facing him, seated on the bench, while he sat slightly above and in front of her on the table. His cock was right in front of her like a meal.
It was Uche’s turn to spread his legs.
“Damn, Zainab. You sure have a freaky side! I like that about you.”
Zainab was proud she could impress such an impressive young man with her twisted thoughts. She wasn’t thinking about being nasty or naughty, she was just doing whatever it was that came to mind. This is how open she felt when away from her domestic environment. This is what happened when her sexual nature was repressed for so many years.
Zainab was now facing Uche’s gigantic cock. It was in her face.
Zainab stared at the beast, holding it at the base with both hands. Her mouth began watering copiously, something she noticed happened automatically whenever she saw Uche’s big black penis. She collected a large wad of saliva and used her tongue to push it against her tightly pursed lips. As it began to drool out, she leaned forward and puckered her lips, planting a sloppy wet kiss on Uche’s tip. Letting the drool run out, she parted her plump lips. Spit oozed down his shaft in advance of her thick lips. She had to focus on opening her jaw to accommodate his wide head.
She turned her head from side to side, letting her spit flow out. Zainab felt overcome by desire and took her mouth off of his tip. Still holding his cock at the base, she used her tongue to apply a coat of saliva over every inch of it. No matter how much she drooled and spit out onto his cock, her mouth was still wet.
Once she felt her spit ooze down against her fingers on his shaft, she sat up and sunk her warm mouth back down on his cock head.
She began to open the back of her mouth more, gaping her throat as best she knew how with so little experience. All the wetness really helped. She moved her upper body toward Uche. She felt his head slip beyond her teeth to her uvula. Her gag reflex was weak so she could take his cock more than halfway into her throat.
As she gaped her throat, spit cascaded heavily down his thick shaft. It ran fluidly over her wet hands, down his balls, and was collecting in a pool below his scrotum on the picnic table. This excessive drool was a direct result of how turned-on she was and how literally hungry she was to have his cock in her mouth.
And Uche loved it. “Oh, shit! Suck on that cock, Zainab.” Uche was using a free hand to smooth Zainab’s hair as her head bobbed slowly over his throbbing cock. He wanted to shove it all down her throat and start fucking her face, but that just wasn’t going to happen. He felt he had been messing around long enough, he wanted to fuck, but also didn’t want to scare her off.
Zainab felt so sexually stimulated that she wanted to scream!
One of her hands pulled up her skirt and began playing with her pussy. Zainab found that sucking a penis this large was not only a turn-on, but a lot of work. She needed to stop soon or else she feared she may not be able to close her mouth again!
Reluctantly, Zainab pulled up and away from Uche’s dick. Strands of spit hung from her chin, but she didn’t seem to notice in her sexual trance.
“Why don’t you fuck me on this table, Uche.” Zainab was looking right into his eyes.
She felt her skin erupt in goose pimples at hearing her mouth utter such graphic language. She can’t remember ever telling her husband to “fuck me.” It felt so dirty and inappropriate.
She felt like she was in a dream. Nothing existed except her and Uche and his big dick. it was her new favourite place to be. It was a beautiful day, she had a couple of hours until she needed to be back at home, and she had a lot of pent-up sexual tension that only having sex would cure.
Uche moved himself off the picnic table and stood at the edge watching Zainab get out of her position and walk over to him. The two kissed again. Uche gently pinched Zainab’s sensitive nipples which caused her to immediately move to the table to ready herself for the “horse cock” that was about to penetrate her pussy.
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