"Oooooo," she squealed.

Rossi chuckled and kneaded her clit even faster. Judy couldn't believe the sharp sensations of pleasure that melted her whole belly. She hadn't known it was possible to feel that good. Damn Joe anyhow, why hadn't he ever done this to her? He'd robbed her of years of pleasure, thanks to his silly Victorian ideas about sex.

Judy had been a virgin when she married Joe, and up to recently she hadn't known there was any other way to make love than the way Joe did it – no foreplay, just a quick fuck with the man on top. But since Joe broke his leg she'd been reading a lot about other ways to do it, and she'd discovered a whole new world of sex.

It was a world Joe refused to explore or even to discuss. But men like Tony Rossi knew all about those delicious variations, those exciting ways of turning a woman on. Judy moaned and writhed with dizzy pleasure as Rossi rubbed her hot little joy button faster and faster. She just couldn't resist those delicious sensations.

"That's it, baby," Rossi whispered, "dig it. Get all hot and wet for me. Yeah, that's the way."

Judy blushed hotly. She hadn't realized that Rossi could feel the steady stream of hot sticky juice flowing from her aroused box. But it must be soaking his hand by now, running over his frigging fingers. Still she couldn't bear to have him stop. She had a month of pent-up lust to satisfy.

"Oh, God," Judy moaned, "ohhhh, ohhhh."

She was spinning out of control, but she couldn't stop herself. As Rossi's expert fingers kneaded her horny little clit faster and faster, she felt herself rising to the very edge of orgasm. She arched her body upward to get all the friction she could from his frigging fingers. But just as she was about to come, Rossi drew his hand away.