Six months ago to the day, Ellie Jones had lost her virginity. On her wedding night. To her husband, Hank.
Ever since that fateful occasion, the teen-aged blonde had been riding a peaking wave of self-discovery. She wanted to fuck every chance she got. Hank was obliging. She got lots of chances.
When he came home from his job as floor manager in the hardware department of a discount store, Ellie was waiting for him… in something skimpy and provocative. On the night of their six-month anniversary, she wore the see-through top of a pair of pink baby-dolls… and nothing else. She pirouetted before him, holding out the hem of her top as she twirled. Her movements gave Hank a fine view of the round swelling cheeks of her ass and the blonde thatch of her young fiery pussy.
She giggled as she stole a peek at the lusty look on her husband's face. "How do I look, Hank? I got them just today… specially for you."
"They better be specially for me!" he growled as he grabbed for the firm globes of her ass and pulled her to him. He planted his mouth hotly down on hers. His tongue darted deep into her mouth, challenging her tongue, taunting her libido. It always pleased him, the way she shuddered each time she surrendered her lush young body to him. Her tongue snaked out and began to duel wantonly with his.
"Mmmmmmm!" With a natural sexuality that had displayed itself the very first time Hank had sunk his prick into her cunt, she began to squirm against him. She ground her asscheeks salaciously back into his hands, urging him to explore the crevice between the resilient fleshy moons. Then she undulated her pussy forward, rotating it against his pants-shrouded groin. The bulge there was growing perceptibly. She groaned with anticipation. "Oh, Hank… you feel so good, darling! I need you so bad!"
"Jeez, you're a sweet, hungry little bitch, Ellie! You know it's only been ten hours since we screwed the last time!" Hank liked to tease his wife. But he still hadn't gotten over the thrill he had experienced on his wedding night when he discovered just what a find he had made. Ellie's exuberant sensuality had been more than he had hoped for… even considering the enthusiasm she had always displayed during their necking sessions on dates. The young man had long before given up trying to find a woman who could match his own active sex pace. Ellie had turned out to be a gift straight from the Gods. Sometimes she even wore him out.
Her full pink lips pouted appealingly as she looked up at him. Her wide blue eyes and her thick long blonde hair made her look half-angel, half-temptress. The longing in her face made Hank's cock throb to urgent hardness. Reveling in the effect she was having on her handsome husband, Ellie ran her tongue lewdly over her lips. "But you know I can never get enough of you, lover. Why do you torture me like this? You are going to give it to me… aren't you?"
Only a man of stone could resist a look like that, Hank thought as his lips bore down once again on hers. While one hand continued to explore her ass, to prod a finger against the tiny pucker of her asshole, the other headed for her pussy. "Mmm… wet already, you greedy little piggie, you! What am I supposed to do with a wet little thing like this?" His teeth clenched as he shoved a finger deep into the tight hot hole of her cunt. He buried his head against her neck, nipping the tender flesh, while he finger-fucked her pussy mercilessly.
"Ooooooohhhh… aaaaiiieee! Oh Hank, baby! It feels wonderful!" Parting her thighs, she ground her cunt lewdly up and down over her husband's bold finger. She stood on tiptoes, straining with her urgent need to absorb every ounce of pleasure he could give her. Already she could feel herself trembling out of control it was an effort for her to remain upright. The overwhelming passion was consuming her like a sponge absorbs water.
Hank sensed that his wife's arousal was making it hard for her to stay on her feet. Picking her up as easily as if she were a doll, he lay her down on the rug and crawled in between her thighs. His hands reached for the pink swollen lips of her pussy and parted them obscenely wide. Her hot hole peaked out at him, surrounded by a fine mist of blonde pubic hair, dotted with glistening drops of moisture. "Ooohh, baby… what a sweet hungry little pussy you've got!"
His obscene praise made her writhe impatiently on the rug. She pulled her flimsy top high up over the heaving mounds of her breasts. She pinched her nipples wantonly while she ground her cunt upward, beckoning to the man. Urging him to slake the thirst that was torturing her. "Uuuuhh, Hank, darling… I'm hungry… yes… so hungry! Make me feel all filled up, baby!" She was speaking in a little-girl voice, the one she knew turned Hank on. The more voracious and vulnerable she seemed as she squirmed under him, the better he liked it.
Too excited himself to tease his wife any longer, Hank bent his head to her appealing pink snatch. He extended his tongue and licked all the way up one pussy-lip. He nibbled for a moment on the blood-engorged peak of her clitoris. Then his tongue ran down her other pussy-lip. He savored the salty-sweet flavor of her ample juices that trickled from her cunt, down over the slit between her thighs. "Mmmmm… yummy!" He licked his lips lewdly as he looked up at her passion-distorted face.
Ellie's eyes were closed tight. Her lips were parted slightly. Her neck strained backward, so every tendon stood out. He saw her frown as she realized his tongue was gone. "Oh golly, Hank… Give me more! Ooohh, please! It feels so good!"
Before she could miss him any more, he returned his mouth to her moist genitals. He puckered his lips and pulled gently on her fleshy labia, then on her hard sensitized clitoris. Her groans grew louder and more abandoned as he worked. They goaded the man on to greater efforts. Hank loved this woman as he had loved no other female in all his 25 years. She was precious to him. Her every groan and moan and wriggle made him love her all the more. She enjoyed him so much, everything he did to her. How could a man not love a woman who appreciated him so totally? Ellie thought he was Romeo, Adonis and Robert Redford all rolled into one. And her adoration made him feel he could match any one of those guys, any day of the week.
"Christ, you taste delicious, Ellie! You've got the sweetest little pussy in the whole wide world!" He began to stab his tongue deep into her hot tight cunt-hole. At once, she began to squirm more urgently than ever beneath him. She drove her pussy up into his face, urging him to tongue-fuck her deeper.
"Oooooooohhh! Hank-k-k! I love you-u-u!" Hot flashes of pleasure darted through the shapely blonde's lust-possessed body. Her fingertips clutched feverishly at her round bouncing tits, exciting the nipples to hard peaks of arousal. She opened her thighs as wide as she could get them. She wanted her husband's tongue deep, deep, deeper in her pussy. All consciousness vanished, she was nothing but a writhing moaning heap of sensation. Programed for pleasure. And the pleasure was ready to bust loose… to catapult her into the dynamic dream world of orgasm.
So attuned was he to his wife's every pant and wiggle, Hank could tell that she was riding close to the point of no return. There came an added tension to her wanton undulations, as she strove to grasp hold of the elusive powder-keg of release. Just a little farther now, he knew, as she humped her pussy harder against his face.
Summoning up every reserve of energy he possessed, Hank worked like a demon to bring his wife the satisfaction she craved. His tongue darted machine-like in and out of her wet clenching pussy. His lips nibbled her cunt-lips wantonly. He worked down, down over the hot fluttering flesh… all the way to the puckered recess of her anus. His tongue prodded her asshole obscenely.
"Aaajiieeee! Oooohhh, Hank-k-k!" The unexpected titillation of her husband's lewd probings drove Ellie right over the top. Never before had Hank teased her asshole with his tongue. The tantalizing pressure… the very thought of the bold act he was performing… opened her trembling body up to the tumultuous avalanche of release. "God, darling, I'm cumming-g-g-g! Ooooohhhh!"
Hank kept on working until he was sure Ellie was safely over the hump into the pleasure zone. He licked greedily at the hot juices that flowed freely from her spasming twat. Then, when she lay moaning beneath him like a mindless heap of flesh, he scrambled quickly to his feet and pulled off his shoes and pants.
Within moments, he was poised over her, naked but for shirt and socks, his throbbing erection poised menacingly over her blonde-thatched cunt. Holding his breath against the insistent pull of his own excitement, Hank slipped his cock in along the slit of her pussy-lips, relishing the wet hot feel of her. His prick was aching for cunt… aching to surge deep on up inside… but Hank wanted to tease himself, and her, just a moment longer. The longing was so sweet. The sure promise of reward so gratifying.
Though she had been drifting off in her own little world of pleasure, Ellie was not too far gone to recognize that firm pressure against her labia. She began to moan softly, then to wriggle her pussy gently up against her husband's prick. Her eyes still closed, her face still wearing its dreamy smile of climax, she reached for Hank's buttocks and began to try to pull him into her. "Mmmmmpphh!" Her lips pouted in frustration when she was not successful.
Hank loved her child-like self-absorption. Her rule for pleasure was: she wanted what she wanted when she wanted it. Nothing was to stand in the way. Normally, Hank was happy to oblige. But every now and then he liked to tease her… to make her beg for it a little. "What's the matter, baby? Something you want, maybe?"
"Mmmm-mmm! Come on, Hank! Do it for me! Your cock feels so good against me! I want it, Hank!"
"Aren't you being awfully greedy, Ellie baby? After all, you just came! You mean you want to do it again?" The feel of her twitching pussy under his turgid organ made the blood pound through Hank's veins. He wasn't going to be able to hold off much longer. The thought made him push her a little harder. His voice grew more stern. "Tell me, Ellie. Tell me what you want!"
The young blonde wife could feel the juices surging from her pussy. She knew what her husband wanted, and she knew her part in the game. She liked to play hard with Hank. It made the reward all the sweeter when he finally sank it home. "I want your cock, darling! Please! Give it to me!"
Still Hank hesitated. He looked down at her, his eyes glowing with lust. "Name it, Ellie! Tell me you want me to fuck you!"
His cock twitched against her passion-swollen pussylips. It was more than she could take.
"Oh God, Hank! Fuck me! Fuck me, darling!"
In less time than it took for the echo of her voice to die out, his hard cock was driving deep into her hot hole.
"Aaaaiiieee! Ohhh! It's SOOOO good! I can't tell you how good it is to feel you fucking me!" Six months ago, no four-letter word had ever escaped the 18-year-old's lips. They still came hard, but Hank was teaching her… everything he liked to do and hear. For his pleasure, she spat them out. And she learned to respond to them too. When she said "fuck me", her pussy flared with greedy primitive desire.
Hank was too excited now for anything but a hard, no-holds-barred fuck. He drew his swollen prick all the way out of her tight snatch, until just the tip grazed cunt-flesh. Then, without pause, he drove all the way up inside once again. And again. And again. Until his cock was hard as a steel bar. And her cries reverberated all around the living room.
Ellie squirmed wantonly beneath her husband's remorseless cock-blows. She could feel her buttocks stinging from rug-burn, but the sensation managed to blend itself with the ricocheting pleasure let loose in her lush, aroused body. It all felt good. Pleasure washed over her in wave after powerful wave, making her lose her breath, making her struggle to the surface for a gasp of air before immersing herself once again… in the feel of her husband's shoulder bearing into her face… in the touch of his hand fondling her breasts… in the sound of his harsh breathing, telling her how much he was enjoying her. And most of all, in the long filling strokes of his hard prick.
"Oh, do it to me, darling! Fuck me! Aaaahhh! It's so fine!"
Like a rutting bull, Ellie's powerful husband drove his cock time after time deep into her wet receptive cunt. He relished the way her rubbery, slick flesh grabbed onto his organ, struggled valiantly to keep him from escaping. He loved her hot moist welcome each time he lunged his cock deep back up into her smoldering hole. His cock was growing bigger and harder with each pleasurable stroke. He was lost in the devastating world of sensation. Nothing mattered now but getting off… and getting her off. He worked like a bulldozer toward his goal.
Time stood still for Hank and his eighteen-year-old bride. Every time they had ever made love – and there had been hundreds in the last six months – blended together and became one. It was like the first time, and the last time, and the only time. They were blended, made one, in the primitive urgency of primal union.
So much in touch were they that they even came together. It seemed a natural outcome of their close, intense mating.
"Oooohhh, Hank, I'm cumming! I'm cumming, darling!"
"Me too, baby! Ah, Jee-zuz! I love you, babe!"
"I love you too, Hank!"
They lay quietly embracing for some time, until at last harsh reality interrupted. "Oh Hank, I've got to get up. My ass hurts like crazy!"
He grinned at the blazing red welts on her round ripe ass-cheeks. He pulled her to him and kissed her tenderly on her tender buttocks. "There. That'll make it go away."
She smiled down at him. "I'm not so sure I want it to go away. Already it's turning me on again. It makes me think of what you were just doing to me."
She warmed up two turkey pies for dinner. They ate naked on cushions around the coffee table. They had never been more close. When Ellie brought in the dessert, Hank brought out his own surprise. "Champagne! Tonight we're celebrating, baby!"
Her blue eyes beamed with excitement. She liked to see Hank so animated. Often, after a long day at work, he was tired and discouraged. She knew he wasn't satisfied with his job. "What are we celebrating, Hank?" She held up her glass to toast. "To the start of a new life!"
She stared at him dumbfounded as he drained his glass and poured himself another glassful of bubbly. Her own champagne remained untouched. "What is it, Hank? That sounds pretty heavy!"
"It is, baby! Wait'll you hear! You remember Greg Bantam? I told you him and me were best buddies in college?"
"Oh yeah. You wanted him to be our best man, but he couldn't because he was out hunting seals in Alaska or some place." Ellie was still wary. She was normally an optimistic, cheerful person. But, like any animal, she couldn't help getting uneasy when she was told her whole life was about to change. She had kind of liked things the way they were.
"That's the guy! Old Greg and me used to have some great times! Anyway, I got a letter from him today, and guess what?"
"What?" Ellie felt a cold chill run down her spine. She took a long swallow of her champagne.
"He's just staked a mining claim up in Northern California. He needs someone to help him dredge for gold! Can you imagine that, honey? Gold! He wants me to go work with him. And you know what? I'm going to do it!"
"You mean you're going to quit your job at J-Stores?"
"Yep. And I'm going to tell them just where they can stuff it. I've been wanting to do that for a long time."
"But, Hank… what will we live on?" Ellie was scared. What her husband was suggesting was that they suddenly become pioneers. She had never once thought of doing such a thing. They had never discussed anything so… weird. She wasn't at all sure she wanted to leave the big city and all its advantages.
"We've got some money tucked away. And by the time we use it up, the gold should be pouring in. Greg says it's a good rich claim. He's already dredged something like a thousand bucks' worth, and he's only been there six weeks."
"But… you make more than that at work. And you don't have to split it with a partner."
"But, don't you see, honey? At J-Stores, I'll never be anything more than an uptight ulcer-candidate bogged down in shit, in trivia, all the time. This is my big chance to break out. If Greg's claim is this rich this early, we could make a fortune. At least there's a chance, baby. I'm tired of living with a ring through my nose."
"But… I thought you were happy with me."
"I am, baby. I'm happier than I've ever been in my life. None of this would mean anything without you. I want you right there beside me. I want us to strike it rich together. I love you, baby." He pulled her to him and began to kiss her hungrily. He could feel her lush tits pressing against his chest. His cock began to pulse with renewed desire for her.
All Ellie's doubts evaporated with the urgent prod of her husband's big cock against her belly. She could never deny him what he wanted. Her place was beside Hank. Under him. On top of him. This was her man, and whatever he wanted to do, she would do.
But it sure would be hard not to have the supermarket just down the street… and the drugstore, and the movies, and the department stores. Ellie was a city girl, born and bred. She knew nothing about roughing it. She didn't even know one end of a sleeping bag from another.