Marne worked the blankets and the cock-gone-stiff beneath them. She continued to massage, neither she nor Creagon speaking, each knowing that Marne would soon tire of having even the material separating her from her husband's naked cock flesh.
It was Creagon who first began to peel back the covers concealing his lower body. Marne, though, quickly obliged by momentarily freeing her handhold on her husband's covered cock and scooting off the bed long enough for Creagon to achieve his unveiling.
Marne hesitated before returning to her position next to her husband, even though, as always, Creagon's naked physique exerted an almost physical pull on her – much like a sun must have exerted its pull over the planets that circled it.
However, Marne got a kind of masochistic pleasure out of delaying. Not only that, but she always enjoyed just drinking Creagon's exquisite form up with her eyes.
To Marne, her husband never looked more like a bronze Greek statue than he did when he was completely without his clothes. Except, of course, no Greek statue Marne had ever seen had come complete with a cock quite the size of the one sprouted from Creagon's lower belly. Not that Marne had married Creagon for his large penis and stallion-like balls. God, no! It wasn't how big a cock was, after all, was it? Marne was confident Creagon would have been just as expert in fucking if he'd had half the cock he did have.
"You trying to give me a good case of blue balls?" Creagon asked, smiling to show his even white teeth.
"Why, are your balls going blue?" Marne asked and smiled back. "They look big and they look bulky; but, funny, they don't look blue to me."
"Stand there for a few minutes more, teasing me, and see what happens," Creagon told her.
"I just might do that," Marne said, her smile going wider.
"Then," Creagon said, moving quickly off the bed and coming to a standing position in front of his wife, "if the mountain won't come to Muhammad, then vice versa."
The two came into each other's arms by mutual consent. Marne's hands slipped around her husband's waist and down along Creagon's muscled back to a resting on the man's solid ass buns. Creagon's hands slid down along the slippery softness offered by the apricot-colored fabric clinging to his wife's voluptuous figure.
Marne's mouth found Creagon's mouth, her lips coming open with the pressure. Marne felt the gently exploring probes of Creagon's tongue, first against the inside of her lips, then on her gums and teeth. Marne had always liked the way Creagon kissed – one of several things she had liked about him from the beginning. He didn't come on like the mouth that swallowed Chicago. There were no sudden yawning lips threatening to suck up her head to her neck. On the other hand, there wasn't any timidity to his kissing either. Creagon achieved a nice balance between aggressiveness and passivity. His mouth remained firm. The exchange of saliva (Creagon's mouth always managed to taste of the peppermint lozenges he sucked), was always a subtle thing, never an obvious flooding that threatened to drown every sinus cavity.
The two bodies merged closer, separated only by the sheerness of Marne's negligee. But the material didn't hide the fact that Marne's nipples were rock hard, pressing outward. Creagon's nipples were hard, too: dime-size brown buttons on the tanned muscled contours of his chest.
Creagon ground his hard belly into his wife's softer one. The upjutting stomach of Creagon's cock was pressed lengthwise along the concealed slice of his wife's pussy mouth.
"You know," Creagon said, after the kiss was finally broken and he had turned his face so that his mouth brushed his wife's right ear, "if we don't get you out of that sexy thing you're wearing pretty soon, it's going to end up getting cock tracks all over it."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm," Marne voiced sultrily. Whether it was a sounding of agreement with Creagon's reasoning, or just a general all-around voicing of how Marne was feeling at that minute, Marne stepped free of her husband's relaxed grasp.
As Creagon watched, his huge cock giving spasmodic little jerks and oozings of pre-seminal liquid, Marne unfastened the laces that held her negligee together across its bodice. The loosened strands revealed more and more of Marne's deep cleavage, more and more of Marne's creamy-white breasts.
Finally, with an experienced and sexy shrugging, Marne let the negligee slip off her shoulders, drop down around her body to form an apricot-colored pool around her ankles.
"Jesus, am I really lucky enough to have married what I'm now seeing?" Creagon asked, resisting his immediate impulse to feel his naked flesh against Marne's naked flesh. Creagon momentarily contented himself in just admiring what had been revealed before him.
Marne's flesh was white, not the pale white of many light-complexioned people, but rather a pale, creamy whiteness that seemed to glow from the inside out.
Marne's breasts flowed out from the top of her torso, large melons of flesh that were solid and heavy but unsagging. Each breast was tipped by a large, blood-glutted nipple that looked like a rocket ready to be fired from its circular launch-pad. The breasts cleavage was deep, opening up on a flat stomach that was smooth and hairless all the way down to and beyond Marne's indented navel.
Titian curls covered Marne's sex mound, bushing thickly so that Marne's pussy mouth was almost hidden in the tangled growth.
Long, seemingly never-ending legs dropped away, creamy thighs parenthesizing the fire-hued pussy triangle.
"You one of those kinky guys who get off just by looking?" Marne asked, taking a deep indraw of breath that made her breasts balloon even larger, almost bringing her swollen nipples into contact with Creagon's muscled chest.
"If anybody can get off just by looking, he'd certainly be able to do it if he were ever lucky enough to get a good look at you."
"Did anyone ever tell you that compliments like that will get you anything?" Marne asked, taking a step forward so that her breasts were suddenly mated with Creagon's pectorals and slightly mushroomed in the process.
"I'm counting on that," Creagon said, taking his wife in his arms again. His chest mashed tighter against Marne's breasts, his belly united with Marne's belly, his cock stomach couched within the crease of Marne's cunt mouth much like a hotdog in its bun, his blond pubic hair entwining with Marne's red strands.
They kissed briefly and then seemed to flow onto the bed, somehow managing not to break contact with each other. The end result of their maneuvering had Creagon on his back, Marne laid out on top of him in the dominant position.
Another thing Marne had always liked about Creagon – from that first time she had gone to bed with him when marriage was the furthest thing from both of their minds – was the fact that Creagon was so confident of his masculinity that he had no qualms whatsoever in letting Marne sometimes do all the work.
How many men had Marne let screw her who would have never thought of lying back and letting Marne play the dominant role? Too, too many, that was for sure. Too many men, stuck with some phony misconception that a man was somehow less a man by playing a more passive role than usual, wanted to be on top or nowhere at all.
"You going to play it butch this evening?" Creagon asked, giving his wife's left ear a playful lick. "Or, are you going to scoot on down and take my hard cock in your lovely mouth?"
"Do you have a preference, sir?" Marne asked, moving herself slightly back and forth along the length of her husband's body. Her sandwiching cunt lips slipped along Creagon's cock belly, leaking lubricating wetness to the large penis.
"I figure I'm feeling horny enough to have it both ways, plus a few variations thereof, before the night is over. Think you're up to putting up with a husband gone satyr for an evening?"
"I should be used to it by now, since my husband seems to turn satyr most every evening," Marne laughed. She gave Creagon a quick kiss, and then, using her arms to push herself, she came to a sitting position, her knees placed to either side of her husband's hips. Her pussy stayed pressed over Creagon's hard cock, her buttocks squatting on Creagon's upper thighs.
"I see you've decided to play merry-go-round horse on my cock, huh?" Creagon asked, his voice already gone throaty in anticipation.
"Whinnnnnnnnnnnnnny," Marne neighed like a mare in heat. She shook her head, letting her fiery mane fly sensuously out around her face.
Marne lifted her ass, her cunt vacating its cupping of Creagon's cock length. Creagon's cock belly was slick with the moisture which had been leaked from Marne's juicy pussy fissure.
Creagon stuck out his tongue and wiggled it back and forth, giving an open invitation for Marne to scuttle on up and get her cunt washed by Creagon's experienced lickings. But, as tempted as Marne was, she knew there would be plenty of time to get that tongue later. Right now, Marne had an urge to get her husband's cock buried deep… deep… deep inside of her.
Marne dropped her right hand down and back behind her. She trailed her fingers up along Creagon's left leg to his thigh, along his thigh to his penis. She hooked her fingers down beneath Creagon's cock back, her thumb curving over his cock belly.
Marne pulled to lift Creagon's cock to a position that was perpendicular to Creagon's muscled belly. Creagon's blood-engorged cock was so stiff it didn't seem to want to budge. If Marne hadn't been so familiar by now with the various stages of stiffness her husband's cock was capable of achieving, she might have feared snapping his erection right off at its roots. But, Marne knew that as big and as stiff as her husband's meatiness was, there was no way it would break off.
So, Marne held the cock straight up. She slowly dropped her pussy down toward it. She didn't come down hard and fast like a pile driver. Oh, no! She did it slowly, like she and Creagon both liked it. She dropped down until it felt as if it would be forever before her cunt mouth made contact with his cock head.
However, when contact was almost made, when Creagon's pulpy cock head first felt the tickling scratch of the fire-hued hair curled in the vee of Marne's crotch, it was almost as good as if Creagon's cock had just been socked up Marne's cunt to his cock roots. And, when the rubbery cock head actually made contact with Marne's juiced cunt lips, the resulting shock of electricity that darted quickly down into Creagon's body and up into Marne's squatted form, made them both groan out simultaneously.
"Like that?" Marne asked as soon as she had sufficiently recovered from the initial flushing of pleasure. "Like the feel of your fat cock head being rubbed along the mouth of my hair-fringed cunt?"
"You know I do, baby," Creagon answered, his voice low and breathless, feeling as wife moved his cock head back and forth… back and forth… back and forth along her smoothly damp cunt opening.
"You want me to sit down over this fat cock of yours, horny husband of mine? You want your pretty wife's cunt to gobble up all of your cock, right on down to your fat cum-bulged balls, like some toothless whore giving you head?"
"Oh, Christ, Marne, stick it in! Stick it in! Stick it in!"
Creagon knew, given the chance, Marne would continue to tease him until Creagon was half crazy. The fact that Creagon was well aware that any delay would only make the pleasure of insertion all the more intense when it came, didn't make him any the less anxious to have at Marne's cunt right then and there. Creagon wanted the feel of his wife's juice-sopped vagina wrapped snugly around his penis as tightly as any rubber glove ever wrapped a hand and fingers. The only way to speed things up was to get his wife as anxious for the plugging as he was.
Creagon reached up, taking hold of Marne's luscious breasts, one hand clamping to each. Against his palms, Creagon felt the tack-like hardness of Marne's nipples. He pushed his palms against the swollen erections, pressing them down until their tips were flush with their surrounding aureoles. He knew the resulting sensations always drove his wife wild.
"Bastard!" Marne groaned, giving another shake of her head that tousled her wild red hair even further. Still not succumbing, she continued to run her husband's prick head along just the mouth of her cunt, Creagon's pre-seminal leakings adding a sticky addition to the female juices that were already frosting the rim of the cuntal fissure.
Creagon peaked his hands over his wife's breasts, his pursed fingertips pinching Marne's nipples which had again popped to their full heights. He twisted, knowing the pain/pleasure was partly the cause for the flush that was slowly changing his wife's creamy complexion from white to delicious pink.
Marne, though, had a little surprise for her husband. On one of the backward slides of Creagon's cock crown along her cunt mouth, Marne let the cock head keep right on going, right on into the crease of her ass, right to a position on Marne's ass pucker.
Marne sat down over the head of Creagon's cock, giving her buttocks a twisting movement as she did so. Her sphincter ring rolled open around the juice-slicked penile tip and then dropped further, her rubbery ass mouth gumming as it went.
"Oh, Jessssssssssssssus!" Creagon grunted in surprise. He momentarily left off his tweaking of his wife's hard nipples, able to concentrate on nothing more except the sudden exquisite pleasure that was taking hold of his lower body.
What had she done to him? What WAS she doing to him? Her ass?? Had she stuck his dick to her anus? Was she now sitting down… down… down over his cock?
"Oh… baby… baby… baby… oh, baby!"
"Like that, don't you, stud?" Marne asked, not needing an answer, not even the affirmative groaning Creagon obliged by giving her. Marne already knew how much Creagon liked his cock up her rectum. Sticking her ass could really turn her husband on; putting his cock inside there by surprise, when Creagon hadn't been expecting it, was really doing good things for him.
Marne torqued her anus further down over the length of Creagon's cock. Unlubricated segments of Creagon's cock neck were now being forced into Marne's bowel. But, the entering cock corona had leaked sufficient juices along the anal walls so that even the dry cock shaft that came behind could enter without causing Marne any undue pain.
Indeed, at the moment, Marne was feeling anything but pain. Because, Marne had always been able to enjoy a good screw of her rectum. And, there was no cock that felt quite as good as Creagon's cock could feel stuck to its heavy balls up Marne's clutching anus. Marne certainly wasn't feeding Creagon's cock up her ass hole entirely for Creagon's pleasure. All right, that was part of it, since Creagon's obvious pleasure acted as a stimulant to make Marne's own swelling ecstasy balloon further. But, Marne was having a good time, too.
"Ugggggggghhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" Creagon groaned helplessly, his hands reflexively kneading his wife's ripe breasts like a baker might knead fresh dough.
Marne, already two-thirds of the way down the length of her husband's uplifted prick, knew she was almost home free. Concentrating as much as possible on the task at hand, she jiggled her ass seductively and sat harder. Like a girl slipping down the length of a greased pole, Marne's rectum dropped over the last of Creagon's blood-bloated penis.
Marne's ass came to a nesting atop Creagon's blond pubic hair. The hair pressed squiggly indents in Marne's creamy ass cheeks.
Marne was so caught up in her satisfaction in having achieved a complete insertion of Creagon's cock up her ass hole, that the explosion inside her guts took her quite by surprise.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" Marne sighed loudly, her eyes gone wide, her mouth dropping open with surprise.
Creagon knew his wife was orgasming, climaxing totally from the feel of his stiff meatiness rammed inside of her ass hole. And, that knowledge turned Creagon on – that really turned him on. As if he wasn't turned on to a fever pitch already.
"I'm cummmmmming!" Marne groaned, telling Creagon something the man already very well knew.
"Tell me about it, honey," Creagon said, gritting his teeth as his wife's spasming anus wrung his cock neck, gripped his blood-bloated meatiness in a sensuously vibrating vice. "Fucking… tell me… tell me… fucking, Christ… tell me… about… oh, shit, oh… tell me… oh, Jesus, I'm going to… oh, baby, I'm going to…aaaagggghhhhrreeeeiiii!"