Sally Mae

I am posting this in First Time, but if you read to the end, it would be appropriate in Loving Wives as well for the swinger action near the end. All characters are of legal age during any depiction of sexual activity.

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Sally Mae was a short girl, with a pretty face and long dark hair. She grew up in a farming community in the rural Midwest, the daughter of a preacher man. But if anyone mentioned Sally Mae's name, the first thought was of her breasts. They were truly large and beautiful tits. I suppose it wasn't just the sheer size, but in proportion to her otherwise small frame, they dominated her appearance.

Generally girls growing in a conservative rural area who happened to develop early, or big, or had nipples that popped noticeably, would be instructed on how to cover up, to try to draw boys' attention elsewhere, and they tried to ignore the obvious stares. Sally Mae couldn't even begin to do that. She of course dressed conservatively, and never showed any cleavage or obvious nipple bumps, but there were no clothes she could wear that did not stretch tightly across those mammaries.

So Sally Mae just grew up knowing that her breasts would be the initial view people would have of her. But she remained fairly sweet and apparently innocent anyway.

I knew her first from a church group when I was in senior high and she was in junior high. We talked and laughed a lot, I liked her, and she felt comfortable around me. I had a girlfriend my age, and I didn't try to hit on Sally Mae, so maybe she felt safe with me. A few years later, she started dating, and of course we all envied whoever might be the lucky guy who got a hand or mouth on her tits.

I went away to college and didn't see Sally Mae for a few years. Once though I was home over Christmas to visit my parents, and I ran into Sally Mae at the grocery store. She had graduated from high school the spring before, and now was going to the local community college. We were glad to see each other. I was smiling but of course my eyes were on her breasts, as large and proud as ever. She had grown up, looked more mature, more confident and she smiled broadly. We got a pop (that's a "soda" for you Easterners) together and talked. Then out of the blue she asked if I was going to still be here on Saturday night, and when I said yes, she asked if I would like to go to a dance at her church. It was a Sadie Hawkins dance, where the girl asks the boy, so this was totally appropriate. Of course I said yes.

That dance was one of the most amazing nights of my life. Actually I don't remember much about the dance, but after a few hours of her breasts crushed into my stomach while dancing (she's a lot shorter than I am), I was pretty jazzed up. I'm sure she could feel my hard on, which was slowly rubbing on her stomach underneath her breasts. We left the dance, and I think we both knew we needed some privacy.

I drove her to a small guest house my parents had on the lake. Finally, sitting on the couch, kissing her, I finally was able to touch her breasts. At first on the outside, over her dress, and I fumbled for the buttons to open her front. She seemed a little nervous, so I asked if this was okay, as my thumb found her nipple and make circles around it, making the nipple erect under her clothes. She said it was, she trusted me.

I asked if she had let other boys touch her breasts. She told me she didn't date a lot in high school, but yes, every boy wanted to touch her breasts and she started letting them when they were nice to her and kissed her nicely. At that she stood up and finished unbuttoning her dress, letting it fall to floor. She stood there in black lace bra and panties, pretty sexy for the daughter of a preacher man I thought. As I stared, she reached behind her, undid her bra, and then I saw those breasts that I had been dreaming about for years. She stepped forward and stood still as I reached out and caressed them, first with my hands, then my mouth. Her breasts were amazingly firm for their size and protruded straight out, capped with large dark areolas and thick nipples. I was in heaven, using my hands to lift and hold her breasts while sucking her nipples. She sighed and stroked my hair as I sucked her.

Then she surprised me again. She said, "You know, this is as far as I've ever gone. Boys get mesmerized in my breasts. I know their penises get hard and I stroke it through their pants. And that's it. I guess they have an orgasm but they get embarrassed and then leave. But no one has even asked me to take off my panties."

Then looking at me she said what I thought might be coming: "I'm still a virgin. Would you please show me how to do it?"

Needless to say, I did. I took my time, and unlike her earlier boyfriends, was determined not to cum until she was ready. I took off her panties, then I got undressed. She had never actually seen a hard cock before, so I spent some time letting her touch it. I showed her how to stroke it, and let her play with my cock head and balls. Finally I asked her to put it in her mouth. She did. She was a good student as I told her how to kiss and lick the V under the cock head and how to suck it into her mouth. I was really trying not to blow my nut though, so told her it was her turn.

I asked her to lie down on the couch, and I stood next to it, one hand on her breast, pinching her nipple, one sliding up her thigh to her pussy. I told her to look at me and tell me how it felt. She was wide-eyed as I slid my finger up and down her slit, separating her meaty labia, and gently flicking her clit. She may be a virgin but her body certainly knew how to respond sexually. My strokes brought forth a wetness that soon covered my hand and her legs.

Her eyes were half shut now, looking at me, but her mind was clearly on her pussy, and the one finger that was slowly penetrating her virgin cunt. She was as tight as you would expect, but she was so wet by now that once I got one finger in, then another, and I was able to start moving them around, almost prying her pussy further open from inside. I think that's when she came the first time. She gasped, her eyes rolled and shut and my hand was suddenly soaked. This little girl had obviously had too much foreplay and not enough climax.

When I went down on her she came almost immediately again, as I worked her pussy open with tongue and fingers. Finally I stood, leaned up and gave her a big wet sloppy kiss, so she could taste her own juices on my lips and then positioned myself between her legs. This was actually new for me too. Although I was now 21 and had had several girlfriends, I have never had sex with a virgin. I was prepared and she watched as I opened a condom and rolled it down my cock. When my cock slowly entered her and separated those virgin labia for the first time, I felt like I was losing my cherry as well. We had slow sex for quite awhile. Her face did show some pain initially as her inner pussy broke open but it didn't take long for her hips to start moving in rhythm with mine. I couldn't take it longer, my balls tightened and I felt the spasms as I emptied into her.

After coming I stayed in her for awhile, both of us feeling the heat of our juices and organs. As my cock declined, I pulled out, holding the condom as I exited. "Show me," she said, and reached out to take the full condom. She held it, full of semen, and then slowly spilled it out onto her breasts. I'm now thinking, "this girl may be a virgin but she's got a kinky side to her" She was amazed by looking at the result of her first full sex: she had felt guys twitch and cum under her hand, but never actually saw cum. I told her to taste some, and she did.

Fast forward 20 years. Sally Mae is now 38 and I'm 41. In those intervening years, we always made a point to get together when we were back in our hometown, and the sex was always intense. I became the lucky guy who got to play with Sally Mae's titties year after year. She had married along the way, and had two children. For several years I didn't see her, but when I did again it was obvious she was just as sexual a being as ever. She had outgrown her early shyness, and now was a confident, strong woman. Her breasts still preceded her as she entered a room, and there was still that hush as both men and women wondered what they would look and feel like. But she had grown to like the attention too.

Several years after her divorce, I saw her again, and as she was riding my cock, stuck straight up into her still tight pussy, her giant boobs bouncing in my face, she asked me another question. She wondered if I had ever had a threesome, with other guys having sex with the same girl. I had not, but it turns out she had developed this fantasy of having sex with multiple men. But she was afraid and wanted someone to take care of her in that situation. Again, two years later, I was that lucky guy.

Fast forward another few years. Sally Mae was dressed in an ankle length fur coat, appropriate in the January snow. Bundled up like that, one would not guess what she looked like underneath. I was in a full length black wool overcoat over the tuxedo I wore underneath. But we weren't going to a ball, we were going to a swingers club in a large east coast city, far from our home town. Entering the large room, Sally Mae got the usual reaction when she removed the outer coat. There was that momentary hush as the other guests now saw the real Sally Mae: waist length black hair framed the red corset with cutouts through which her tits extended, black stockings with red garters and crotchless panties exposed her neatly trimmed black bush. Removing my coat, my black tux was quite formal, except for the pants, which were actually just black leather chaps, with my slightly engorged cock hanging free.

You can imagine the fun as we circulated among the other couples. Everyone was touching Sally Mae's tits as we walked around, mostly men and some women too. Each guy wanted to feel the heft of her breasts, and tug on an erect nipple. Although Sally Mae is always the attraction in a room, I appreciate that the ladies will often touch my cock or kiss me while watching their husbands immerse themselves in Sally Mae's breasts.

Later in the evening, you would see a scene that has become quintessential Sally Mae. Lying on her back, with a man between her legs, pumping into her as her breasts sway from the thrusts. I am directing the action; as soon as one man cums, I pick the next one to step up and insert his cock into her pussy. Sally Mae likes to take them one at a time, not together. She lies back and swoons in her own world as a series of men mount her and watch her boobies sway with the rhythm of their strokes, until they can't stand it any longer and cum deep in her pussy.

I'm having my own fun, as the men's wives suck me or ride me, while we all watch Sally Mae. Our deal is that I have to hold back from cumming for as long as I can - that's for her. After she has had five or six men, and when I can't stand it anymore, we have a signal that it is time. The last man finishes inside of her, and then it is our turn. We require that the men wear condoms of course, but now it is Sally Mae and my turn to be the show. We are fluid bonded so when she mounts me bareback I can feel the slickness of her now well fucked pussy. She rides me hard, I lift her ass and thrust deep into her. I reach back and spread her ass cheeks, partly so our new friends can see the effect of my cock sliding into her pussy, and partly just because she thinks that's dirty and it makes her cum. She sticks her massive tits in my mouth and I bite the nipples hard and pound the deepest part of her pussy. When I finally release, and my aching balls convulse and shoot hot cum deep into her pussy, we get a cheer from the audience.

I think Sally Mae has developed very nicely from the small town daughter of a preacher man.