They awoke the next morning and made love. Like the night before, it was long, slow, and passionate. Chance had judged his young bride correctly. Despite her hangup about her virginity, she was a fiery beauty, just waiting for the right man to open the doors of carnal pleasure for her. He was grateful that he was that man.
Afterwards, they took that shower together. Each playfully sudsed the other, enjoying the soapy feel of their naked bodies. Then, slipping only into their robes, they called room service and ordered a light breakfast.
"Well, how would Mrs. Weston like to spend the day?" He leaned back and gazed at his new bride. "It's sunny out and the beach looks nice."
"Do they believe in nude bathing in Miami?" Tanya said, standing before him.
"Not that I know of."
"Well, then, I don't think I want to swim. I'd sort of thought we could just stay in the room and lay around naked," she said. "For three months our clothes have hampered us. Now I don't want to put them back on. Besides, I like the way you look at me."
"There's a lot to look at," he grinned. "And if we're going to stay in the room today, why in the hell do you still have that robe on?"
"I never thought you'd ask me to take it off," she said, rising from the couch and heading toward the bedroom. "Let me hang this up and I'll be right back."
He didn't wait. Shedding his own robe in the living room of their suite, he ambushed her at the doorway, playfully throwing her down on their bed.
"Now I've got you," he said, leering lewdly down at her supple nakedness. "I've been watching you strut your stuff around town for weeks, now I'm going to show you mine!"
"Oh no!" she cried gleefully. "It's the friendly neighborhood rapist!"
"Right! Don't try to fight it! Just lay back and enjoy it while I lick that delicious looking pussy of yours!"
"Chance!"
"Huh?"
"You're going to do what?"
"I'm going to kiss and lick my wife's pussy until she's all juicy and hot."
"Mmmmmmmm, you say the nicest things! It sounds so sexy!"
Once he had proposed going down on her, but she had evaded his suggestion. Now, apparently, the thought didn't bother her. It sure as hell didn't bother him.
Climbing onto the bed beside her, he spread her creamy, smooth thighs and leaned down to plant a long, hard kiss on her vulva. She moaned, squirming a little under his intimate contact.
"That is nice," she sighed, her hands caressing the back of his head.
"I remember when you first suggested this to me. It scared me. You know, something everybody thinks is dirty and giggles about."
"And now," he asked, letting his tongue taunt at the lips of her pussy.
"It's just sexy!" She gasped as his tongue-tip dipped into the crease of her sex. "I want it. I want to feel your tongue licking at me."
"Licking your pussy!"
"Yessssss, licking my pussy!"
That's exactly what he did. Hungry and greedy, he lapped up and down the cleft of her loins. He laved around, sucking away the fresh flow of feminine juices welling from her quim. He tapped and toyed his oral digit around the budding button of her clit. She went wild.
"It's soooooo good!" The raven-haired seductress moaned, writhing atop the bed. "It feels like your finger-only a hundred times better!"
He worked his tongue down, driving it into the channel of her pussy.
Then he drug it back up to her clit. It didn't take too long until the voluptuous temptress was moaning continuously. Her body trembled and quaked. Her back arched and her pelvis hunched, striving to meet each inquisitive probe of his tongue.
He ate at her, licking, lapping and laving until her whole body exploded, lost in the ecstasy of climax again. He had given her the taste of his mouth and she had found it to her enjoyment.
"That was marvelous," she said in a husky, dreamy voice when she descended from the clouds of pleasure. "Do you know any other fantastic tricks like that?"
He grinned. I've married a greedy wench."
"I told you I would be," she said, pushing up on her elbows. "You don't know what the past three months have been like for me."
"About the same as they were for me," he said. "Hands are nice, but there are so many more avenues that are much nicer."
"Oh!" Her eyes focused on his crotch and the stiff length of his prick.
His pussy eating had gotten to him. "You're hard again!"
"I'm like that," he laughed. "There's something about my wife's lovely pussy that does that to me."
"It's so beautiful," she said, reaching out and stroking her fingers up and down his prick. "It feels so soft and smooth, yet hard and strong at the same time. It makes me all wet inside just to touch you."
"I've noticed," he said, kissing her cheek.
"Would you think it wicked of me, if I said I want to kiss you there?"
"And where is that?"
"Here," she said, squeezing his prick. "On your penis."
"That's my cock," he said. "A penis is something I urinate with. A cock is something I make love to my wife with."
"My cock!" she said, with a grin. "This is mine now."
"That it is," he grinned. "And did you think it was wicked that I kissed your pussy?"
"Yes, wonderfully so," she replied, jacking up and down on his rod.
"That's why I thought you might like it too."
"I'd love it!"
He watched her scurry around so that she knelt at his side. He rolled to his back on the bed, his cock shafting up into the air. As he watched, she leaned over and kissed the engorged crown of his prick. He moaned, his shaft jerking and twitching with excitement.
"You do love, it!" she said gleefully.
Her head came back down, her lips remaining against his cock-tip longer this time. He wanted to tell her to suck him, to lick, to eat his needy stalk of dick, but he didn't want to scare her, frighten her. This was the first time for his beautiful wife, he didn't want it to be the last.
Suddenly her lips parted and her mouth pouted over the knob of his glans. She took him into her face, hesitant and unsure of exactly what she was supposed to do. He moaned, loving the warm, humid feel of her mouth wrapped around him. She sucked a bit, then pulled her head from his prick.
Her lips smacked a bit and he could feel her rolling her tongue around within her mouth. She had taken a taste of his preseminal juices with her.
"Surprising," she said, turning her head to him. "I thought there would be a real strong taste. It's sort of bland, a bit of a saline undertaste. Not bad at all."
Before he could comment, her head had dropped back to his prick and she once more busied him with her mouth. This time there was less hesitancy. Hungrily, she sucked at him, her cheeks hollowing deeply.
Her tongue also came into play, swirling around and around over the sensitive surface of his glans.
Appreciatively, he reached down and stroked the uptilted curves of her exposed ass. She moaned around her mouthful of cock and excited waves of gooseflesh rippled up and down her spine. He scooted down a bit, letting his fingers play between her legs, bushing over the soft fleece of her pubis. More cock-muffled moans resulted.
As he watched, the delicately sucking woman suddenly sucked in a deep breath through her nostrils and dropped down about half the length of his prick. She pulled off quickly, coughing.
"I got a little bit excited and took more than I could handle," she said, turning to him again. "But if at first you don't succeed…"
Her mouth returned to his rod. This time her lips cautiously crept down his swollen circumference. He didn't push her. As much as he wanted to grab the back of her head and hunch himself into her cock-worshipping mouth, he contained himself. It took time and practice for a woman to accustom herself to taking a man in her mouth. The gag reflex had to be overcome so that the thick lance of a man's sex could slide into her throat. That this young beauty wanted him in her mouth was enough.
Upward, in a tight elastic ring, her mouth inched back to the throbbing tip of his shaft. She sucked deeply, pulling at the arrowhead shape of his glans. Her tongue was there, a wet whip of pleasure that lashed across the agitated surface of his prick-tip.
He moaned. A hand cupped the hairy bag of his testicles. Long cool fingers cradled his balls, toying with their kidney shapes, making them shoot back and forth within the confines of their sac.
Down her lips rode the meaty rail of his sex. Her tongue curled around his pulsing circumference, licking and bathing him in the moisture of her mouth. He ached, his balls on fire from her stimulating caresses.
Up again she rose, sucking, eating at his stalk of manmeat. Then down, then up, then down. Her head bobbed, rising and falling. His cock, slick with her saliva, vanished into her face, then slid out again in a steady even rhythm. In a matter of moments, his new bride had proven herself to be quite an accomplished cocksucker, a talent that pleased him immensely.
He watched his thick column of sex pack and re-pack her face. She accepted the ponderous burden, though her cheeks bulged outward with his massive bigness. She sucked and ate vigorously, apparently enjoying her first attempt at cocksucking as much as he was.
He didn't try to hold back the consuming need of his groin. Instead, he moaned down to her. "Coming, I'm coming."
Immediately, her mouth clamped over his aching shaft in a tight sheath.
Hot, thick fountains of semen blasted from the pinprick mouth of his cock. He saw her throat twitch and bob as she drank down the scalding flood of his seed.
She didn't stop sucking until the last drop of his release was milked from his sated cock and he reached down and eased her worshipping lips from his shaft. He pulled her up to him and kissed the lips that had so marvelously tended his need.
They lay there, each of them, fondling and exploring the nakedness of their bodies. Their mouths and tongues kissed at any bare flesh that happened to show itself. They hugged and rolled, reveling in the wonderful feel of skin on skin, the magic of a man and woman sharing the pleasures of their bodies.
His hands eventually found their way to her ass. He squeezed the halfmoons of delight. To his surprise, she shivered, pressing herself even closer to him. His fingers kneaded into those tempting cushions again, eliciting a similar response from the raven-haired seductress.
"I think my wife likes to have a man's hands on her bottom," he whispered while his lips busied the delicate lobe of her ear.
"Your hands," she sighed, wiggling even closer, the soft fleece of her pubis rubbing against the limp hose of his drained cock. "I like your hands on me… anywhere."
But his reaction went beyond just "like." She moaned and trembled as his fingers continued to tread the pliant flesh of her haunches. Her own hands began to imitate his, squeezing and pulling at the rounded pads of his buttocks.
Following the instincts of a lover who wishes to please his woman, he wiggled a finger into the warm crease of her rump. The shivery excitement increased to a high-pitched fervor, culminating in a shrill of delight when his fingertips brushed over the puckered mouth of her anus.
"God!" She shuddered, her pelvis hunching violently into his crotch.
"That feels good!"
"Mmmmm, does it now?"
"You don't know how good," she said. "It gives me those same wicked shivery sensations that I got when you licked my pussy."
"My pussy," he corrected.
She nodded, her lips parting as if to speak. Then another moan escaped from the depths of her throat. He had just tickled a fingertip up into the tight confines of her rectum.
"Chance! Oh Chance," she groaned, her ass pushing back as though trying to entrap the probing digit. "I can feel it!"
His instincts had been right. Her perky little bottom was as sensual as the rest of her magnificent body. He worked his fingertip around within her, creating all sorts of arousing sensations in his young bride. He didn't try to wedge his finger in deeply. It was unlubricated and he didn't want to tear or damage the delicate membrane of her rectal channel. He just wanted to excite her, and give her a taste of what now titillated his own mind.
"Different," she moaned in a panting voice. "It feels so different.
What are you doing to me?"
"Loving you," he said, kissing down the graceful, white arch of her neck. "Showing you all the pleasures I can give."
"You're getting hard again," she murmured, thrusting her crotch into him. "I can feel you twitching and growing."
He was. The deflated snake of his penis was throbbing back to life. The very thought of what entered his mind was like a stiff jolt of erotic strength.
"I don't believe it," she said. "All those books I read said a man needs time to rest and recuperate after climax. What are you, some kind of superman?"
"Didn't you notice the big "S" on my longjohns," he chuckled, tickling his finger around in the hot little mouth of her anus. "All those books didn't mention the effects a sexy woman has on a man. Turns a ninetyeight pound weakling into a horny sex fiend!"
"Ohhhh!" His finger eased up inside her a bit more. He didn't know where it was coming from, but her asshole suddenly seemed moist, as though trying to accommodate his delving digit.
"I think my sweet young wife has the desire to be buggered," he said moving his finger back and forth in penis-imitating fashion.
"Chance!" She tried to sound shocked, but the quavering of her words and the weak trembly shivers of her body gave her away. "You don't mean…"
"That's exactly what I mean!" He hugged her close, his probing digit working its exciting sensations within her ass. "I think my wife would like to feel a cock up her ass."
"Why, that's… that's…"
"Sodomy, buggery, cornholing," he said completing her statement for her. "It's also very nice. That is, if you want it."
"I don't know…" She shivered some more, stirred by the finger wiggling around within her rectum. "Yesss, dammit! I do want it. I want to give you all of me. I'm tired of being a virgin!"
He kissed her, throwing his tongue deeply into her mouth as she surrendered to him. They held there long and lingering, until at last, both had to come up for air.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked, unsure of what was to happen, but willing to do whatever he said.
"First off," he said, "we need some type of lubricant. This tight little ass doesn't have the juices your pussy produces. Do you have any petroleum jelly?"
"Sorry," she replied with a shake of her head. "I know it's supposed to be the virgin bride's handy remedy, but I also knew what you did to me.
I didn't think we'd have any need."
"Hmmmmm," he pondered, slowing slipping his finger from her asshole.
She moaned in disappointment. "No problem. I think our breakfast might provide a solution."
"Breakfast?" She looked at him as though he had lost his marbles.
"You're not thinking about jelly are you? I mean real jelly?"
He laughed. "Close, but not quite there. Don't worry, just lay here and relax. I'll be back in a moment."
He found what he was looking for amid the remnants of their room service breakfast-three pats of butter-slick and slippery, just what he was looking for. She smiled when he entered the room carrying the small platter of butter.
"A man with a quick mind, that's what I like," she chuckled. "Now what should I do?"
"On your hands and knees. I'll take care of the rest," he directed, climbing back on the bed with her. "Just try to relax. This little mouth is a lot smaller than your pussy, even though it's tight."
She nodded, doing as he said. The naked demi-globes of her ass, eggshell white, and smooth like satin, wiggled up at him. He leaned forward and kissed each of the tempting cushions. She sighed while goosebumps erupted along her spine.
Working his index finger around in one of the butter pats, he coated it, then eased the half-moons of the woman's ass apart. The dark, little ring of her anus lay open to his view.
"This might be a bit cold," he said, using his finger to smear the butter over the puckered mouth of her asshole.
"Oh!" She squealed under the intimate contact. "It is cold, but it feels good!"
He smiled, using his finger to swirl up some more of the butter and return it to her ass. Slowly, slickening the tight mouth of her anus, he worked his finger into her backside. He used two of the pads, making sure the taut tunnel of her bowels was slippery and greased. Without the careful preparation any attempt at penetrating her from the back would be painful, terribly painful, at the very least. At the worse, he could rip and tear the delicate membrane of her rectum. Only a brutal sadist would want that. What he wanted was pleasure, for her and for him.
She crooned eagerly as his finger worked up into the hot tunnel of her ass. Her body moved and trembled with each swirling stroke of his digit. She was ready and willing. Having felt the carnal delight of having a man entrenched in the warm sheath of her quim and feeling the throbbing excitement of a man in her mouth, she was ardent in her need to discover the pulsing hardness of a cock shoved up the virgin channel of her back.
"Just another moment or two," he whispered. "Think relax. Let every muscle in your body go limp."
"That's impossible," she replied. "I'm excited!"
He grinned, understanding her anticipation. He was excited too. "Try to relax. Just concentrate on relaxing."
She nodded. "Yes, sir, whatever you say. But it will be damn hard."
He used the last pat of butter to prepare himself. Quickly he ran the lubricating butter up and down the length of his rigid shaft. He coated every inch of his manhood, paying especial attention to the bloodfilled knob of his glans, making sure it was slick and slippery to ease his entrance into her anus.
The butter was cold. But the coolness did nothing to diminish his lusty need to penetrate the tight confines of his new bride's virgin ass.
"Now," he said in a soft, reassuring voice. "We'll take this slow and easy. If it hurts, tell me. I'll stop immediately. I don't want to hurt you. Understand?"
"Yes," she said. "But I know it won't hurt. I want this too much for it to hurt."
Grasping each cheek of her alluring hindquarters, he spread them widely. The slackened ring of her anus lay before him like a dark bull's eye.
He eased forward, pressing the plum-like crown of his cock against the puckered mouth. The dark-tressed beauty kneeling before him moaned and trembled, aroused by the pulsing contact of his sex.
"Relax," he whispered. "Think relax."
Her head bobbed between her shoulders. He felt the tension in her buttocks ease, as she prepared to receive the hard length of his prick.
He pressed forward again. The engorged crown of his cock flattened against the clamped mouth of her anus. He increased pressure, pushing harder into her. The puckered ring still did not give. Her flesh sank in, forming a slight depression, then a dark cavern around his stiff stalk.
"Relax," he said. "Relax, relax."
Again, he felt her tense, then relax. The hard nodes ringing the mouth of her backside softened a little, then went flaccid. The strong cincture of her ass gave way. With a sucking, plopping sound, the head of his cock vanished into the little, brown hole of her rear.
"Oh!" She grunted. Immediately, she clamped back down, squeezing his entrenched glans, as though trying to expel it from her bowels. "Don't move! I wasn't ready for that! You feel so big! It hurts… not bad … it hurts good! Give me time to get used to the feel of you."
He did. Kneeling there behind her, he waited until she got used to the sensation of having his swollen glans plugged into the mouth of her anus. She squeezed and relaxed. Her asshole quivered and trembled, as though trying to push the massive invader out of her body. However, he remained ensconced within her.
After a moment or two, the quivering of her asshole stopped and she relaxed. "Now, come inside me. I think I'm ready, but go slow, please."
At her request, he languidly slithered the bone-hard ramrod of his prick up into the smooth, round channel of her bottom. Inch by fat inch, he fed himself into her virgin asshole. The lust-laden head of his prick opened her, spreading wide the taut walls of her rectum. He penetrated her, easily drilling into the butter-slicked crevice of her backside.
"Stop!" she moaned out. Her rectum squeezed tightly around the entrenched length of his manly spike. "I can't take any more. God! It feels so big! I feel as though I'm about to split wide open. I don't think I can take another inch!"
"There's no need to," he said softly. "I'm all the way in you."
"Thank God!" she said with a bit of relief. "You can't imagine how I feel. It's so different. Good, but different. I can feel you, every inch of you, each throb and twitch. It's so different than having you inside my pussy."
"Do you want me to come out?"
"NO!!!" She was very firm on that point. "I said it was good! It will just take me some time to get used to having you up me this way."
He didn't mind waiting. The round channel of her rectum felt as if it were made for the burning lance of his cock. The walls of her bowels molded tightly around him, fitting snugly to the swollen contours of his prick. Smooth, like velvet, she felt.
And tight! Tight really didn't describe it. Vise-like would have been closer. And hot! Volcanic fire licked around and along his adamantine length, consuming him in ball-aching pleasure. Each time she squeezed, feeling out the ponderous circumference of the bigness rooted deeply within her bowels, he groaned, his testicles doing wild gymnastics in the security of their wrinkled sac.
"Move," she said, panting. "Slow, but I want to feel you move."
Slow was the way he moved. He eased back, inching the massive stalk of his prodder out of her asshole. Delicious friction burned along his rod, fire leaped over the bulbous head of his cock, searing it.
Outward he pulled until only his glans remained embedded within her. He paused there a moment, then pressed back in. Once again, he opened her, spreading wide the taut tightness of her bowels. Then back he pulled, vacating her back tunnel. Then in, packing her with the swollen bulk of his prick.
She moaned now, soft and aroused. The gentle pistoning of his manhood was creating new waves of sensual thrills for her inexperienced body.
She relaxed as he drilled ball-deep into the heated confines of her ass, then squeezed down with fantastic tightness as he pulled back.
Without further directions from the raven-tressed goddess kneeling before him, he increased the tempo of his in-out strokes. She accepted him, wantonly welcoming the deep-probing shafts of his manmeat.
Her body began to move, hesitantly at first, then with growing fervor.
As he poled into the burning socket of her ass, she thrust back, swallowing up the thick, swollen root of his sex. She rocked forward, sliding off his meaty rail as he pulled out. Within moments, their rhythm matched perfectly.
"You're doing it!" she groaned, pleasure in her words. "You're fucking my ass!"
He was. No longer were his strokes slow and easy. Now he was drilling long and hard into the welcoming pocket of her rear channel. His need for this woman seemed insatiable. The three months he waited for her now seemed more than worth it-a feeling she apparently shared.
Reaching down around her slim waist, he ran a hand to her crotch. While he slipped a finger up into the wet cleft of her loins, his thumb gently caressed the nubbin of her aroused clit.
The reaction was an explosive mixture of love and lust. She bucked back, impaling herself on him. She jerked forward, sucking at his prick with the mouth of her rear. At the same time, he poled in and out of her wanton ass. He finger-fucked her, playing with her clitoris with each drilling stroke.
Higher and higher, they whipped at each other. Together, they met the rush of their need. She came first, whimpering and moaning with unbridled abandon. Her body quaked and trembled.
Gratefully, he released the burning flow of his groin, blasting a fresh load of come into the fiery pocket of her ass. His legs quivered and shook as the fountains of pleasure spurted from his testicles.
With her arms and knees finally collapsed, neither of them cared. The union of their bodies had been too exquisite for any complaints.
Together, they clung to each other, man and woman, husband and wife, lovers.
"Beautiful," she whispered, pleased and satisfied. "I feel like I'm all yours now-your woman, your wife, your mistress, and your whore."
He kissed her. In the past twenty-four hours, she had become all those things to him.