When the husband is on a trip

I am nineteen years old. But I have already been married for four months. My husband and I grew up in the same courtyard. But he is two years older than me. I grew up as a shy girl. God shortchanged me in height. Only one meter fifty-five. I am a skinny and slender-looking girl. Marriage hasn't affected my physique at all yet. But Vovik for some reason fell in love with me and we got married. I lost my virginity only after marriage. Although I took his penis in my hands for the first time two months before the wedding. He really persuaded me to help. And I learned to give him a massage, in short, I jerked him off. Although I blushed and was very embarrassed. And three months after the wedding, I got a taste for it and started quickly

cumming. And now, after four months, when I got pregnant, he went on a ship voyage for six months. All the money. And as soon as I was left alone, I had one desire day and night to feel his penis inside me. Even masturbation doesn't help.

I can't even understand how it happened, but I'm on all fours, doggy style, and our neighbor is kneeling behind me. He is already over fifty. He is almost two meters tall and weighs over a hundred kilos. I've been a little afraid of him since childhood. He was so big and scary. And now I can't even understand where I am, at my place or his. He just lubricated my pussy with cream and is already sizing it up from behind. I think my pussy is already wet from both fear and desire. He will be the first after my husband to put his tool into my pussy, which has been suffering from loneliness (I want to say my cunt).

I came probably after two minutes. My legs clenched, I stretched out and arched, but Uncle Pasha held me firmly by the hips and, as soon as I relaxed, he began to pull my relaxed body onto his dick. He was on his knees and with his hands pulled me, speeding up the pace. After another five minutes, I felt an even stronger orgasm and started screaming. Uncle Pasha at that moment growled and began to pour into me. So we came simultaneously with screaming and growling. A minute later we quieted down. His sausage continued to slide smoothly. There was no more pain. Finally, he began to take me off his penis. That movement also brought me pleasant moments.

He turned me to face him, hugged me, kissed my lips and asked:

 — Well, little one, did you like Uncle Pasha?

 — Yes, — I answered truthfully, embarrassed and blushing.

And then we drank tea in his kitchen. We sat naked after the shower. He didn't let me get dressed. I drank tea and held his penis in my hand. It was an unforgettably pleasant sensation. He liked it too. I even felt his stick begin to swell.

Baby, — he said. You shouldn't endure being without your husband, it's very harmful. You can come over when I'm home. I'll help you. Next time I'll fuck you while holding you up. And you need to be filled with sperm. It's good for you. Do you like to suck?

 — I've never tried it yet.

 — All the more reason to try.

At night, I dreamed of his penis all night.

When the next day I stepped over the threshold of his apartment and saw his huge figure, my heart skipped a beat again from fright. And he, right in the hallway, lifted my dress, tore off my panties, and impaled me on his cock. And so, on his cock, he carried me into the room. When he brought me to the sofa, hanging on his cock, I started coming violently, pressing against his hairy chest. I realized that I had completely become attached to this scary old man. After that, I obediently carried out all his ideas, and the taste of sperm became familiar and pleasant.