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.