"Mmmmmmm, yes," the woman moaned ecstatically, pulling up her close-fitting turtleneck to reveal huge ivory tits. "Eat my pussy, sweetheart! Your tongue feels so good on my cunt lips!"
The redheaded man kneeling before her on the cheap motel carpet nodded his head absentmindedly. His attention was on the wide-open pussy of the tall, shapely woman sitting on the bed. Her long legs were far apart. His tongue licked her pussy from top to bottom, so powerfully that she fidgeted constantly from sheer delight.
Her slack-lipped pussy drooled hot, fragrant oils into the pussy-fur around her delectable cunt. The man's tongue stiffened like a miniature version of the fat, stiff cock jutting from the open fly of his pants. His tongue circled the fragile inner lips of her cunt. Then he licked the slash of the cunt, flicking at the swollen love-button of her clit.
"Ahhhh!" she gasped, clutching the man's red head with her long slim hands. "Mike, oh, Mike, how nice you make my pussy feel!"
The man's reply was a grunt of animal passion. He plunged his rigid tongue between her cunt flaps, straight into the wet dark cauldron of her pussy. She arched her back, her bare ass rubbing the rough-textured bedspread as she fucked her horny pussy onto his ready tongue.
Her tits pointed straight at the ceiling as she bent back. Her tits had fat nipples that quivered with the joy going through her luxurious auburn hair fell past her shoulders in shimmering waves. Her hands, sculptured and aristocratic, gathered folds of the spread into a passionate, spastic grip.
Mike raised his head, licking cunt juice from his lips. "How do you like married life, Mrs. Diana Burden?" he asked, his voice thick with lust.
She stroked his cheek. "I like it very much, Mr. Michael Burden," she said throatily. "All seven hours of it, so far."
His blunt thumbs pressed both sides of Diana's pussy mouth, drawing the pink curtains of her cunt lips open. A drop of cunt sauce glittered enticingly. "That's only the beginning, sweetheart," said Diana's new husband, and shoved his greedy face deeply into her waiting cunt.
Diana's heart sang as Mike's tongue filled her pussy with pleasure. She was young and healthy and beautiful, and horny as only a woman head-over-heels in love can be. Mike Burden was her childhood sweetheart, the heart-throb of her life for as long as she could remember. And now she was married to him!
It had been a storybook romance. There had been ups and downs. There was two years in high school when the two barely spoke. Mike had a fling with a mated biology teacher – who loved to suck her pupils off in the lab after class. Diana dated the high school football hero. She broke it off after she learned he was telling everybody at Williams High that he was fucking her regularly – though in fact she was a virgin.
They'd gone their separate ways after high school, Diana attending the local university, Mike going to an art institute in Brooklyn. Diana had lost her cherry as a freshman. She fucked a philosophy student who turned out to be no better than the football star. He reported to his friends about fucking Diana. The relationship ended when he invited Diana to a party that turned into an orgy – with Diana to be the star attraction.
Mike, meanwhile, graduated, and began traveling in Europe. He took his camera with him, taking pictures of cave paintings and cathedrals. He won numerous photography prizes for them. Despite his stocky, athletic build and his blunt boyish Irish face, Mike Burden was a photographer with a master's skill and an artist's touch.
He returned to his hometown. He and Diana met one day, accidentally at a local shopping center. They went to his apartment and shared a bottle of wine.
They sat on Mike's waterbed, laughing and tickling each other like adolescents. Then Mike put his hand on Diana's tit. Her nipple grew hard instantly. She looked at him with a strange expression in her hazel eyes. Then, slowly, she reached out and drew him to her for a long, searching kiss.
He put his hand in her blouse. Her boob was soft and achingly smooth. Her nipple was hard and hot between his eager fingers. Her tongue came into his mouth like a fire as she melted against him.
His other hand undid her blue jeans as she fumbled with his fly. She found herself gasping with the passion that suddenly filled her body. Without even realizing it, this was what she'd been wanting for more years than she could remember!
Diana's fingers slipped inside Mike's fly. Mike Burden's rock-hard cock wasn't very long – a mere six inches. But when Diana wrapped her fingers around the prick to pull it into the daylight, she found it was almost two inches thick! "Mmmmmmm!" she gasped, their tongues intertwining.
He began to stroke her cunt. Her pussy slathered oils all over his searching fingers. She pumped her fingers greedily up and down Mike's cable-thick prick as he slipped two fingers up her cunt and began finger-fucking her enthusiastically. At the same time he rolled and kneaded her nipple.
Diana slithered serpent-like out of her jeans. Mike pulled her blouse off with one hand while the other kept finger-fucking her sopping-wet pussy. Then she was on her back and he was on top of her, thrusting hard with his cock at the portal of her pussy as his weight bore down into the water-filled mattress.
The tip of the giant prick stabbed against the thick outer lips of Diana's pussy. Then Mike spread her cunt mouth wide with two fingers and slammed his cock home, balls against her brimming cunt with one smooth motion.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried as her pussy walls were stretched delightfully out of shape by the arm-thick cock. They began fucking with mindless abandon, their pelvises slamming together with an impact that jarred Diana's teeth. The friction of Mike's hard-driven cock against her clit sent pleasure tingling up her spine.
For an hour they fucked. Hard and fast and desperate, they explored each other's bodies. Mike's cock plumbed the innermost depths of Diana's humid, grasping pussy. Their young, naked bodies sweated and the aromatic odor of Diana's hungry cunt hung over them like a sweet-smelling fog. Their ecstasy was complete as their souls melted into one.
Neither ever knew which came first. But suddenly Mike's big cock was shooting Diana's cunt full of come, and her pussy walls were rippling violently around the cock, milking blast after blast of jism from it with ever-increasing intensity. Diana had screamed like a lost soul and clawed Mike's broad back, her legs wrapped around his waist and gripping him hard as if to force still more of that magnificent cock into her climaxing pussy.
They fucked again and again that afternoon, and often in the days that followed. Autumn turned to winter. In their torrid session of unashamedly wanton fucking, they discovered the love that seemed to have never left.
Mike Burden was a successful photographer. His artwork hung in numerous galleries and he sold layouts to major magazines with astonishing regularity. It was inevitable that he and Diana would use his talent to add extra pleasure to their fucking. In fact it was Diana's idea.
Snow had fallen the night before when the young beauty stepped naked into the back yard of Mike's house. The sun was shining with typical Southwestern intensity, so that even with the snow Diana was comfortable. Even her toes, buried in the snow, seemed warmed by the light of her love – and her lust.
Mike snapped her picture. She was naked, her long auburn hair falling down to her ripe and heavy tits. Posed and unposed, coy or blatantly inviting, he captured every phase and nuance of her nudity. As the glass eye of his camera observed the gorgeous naked woman, he felt his massive cock stirring to life within his pants.
The woman had seen her lover getting horny. As he continued to take her picture, she walked toward him. She dropped to her knees in the snow, and unzipped his pants. Smiling right into his lens, she'd pulled out his cock and popped its fat purple head into her mouth.
She proceeded to give him the blowjob of his life. She lapped his prick like a dog, then suddenly swallowed every inch of it so that her eyes bulged and her jaws creaked in their hinges, while her tongue drew circles on it in succulent saliva. She'd fuck her face furiously on his prick, with her boobs swinging against his knees, then fasten her lips just behind the cockhead, at the supersensitive spot where it joined the broad shaft of his prick, and suck until the man was weak in the knees.
And still Mike snapped his shutter. Every expression on Diana's lovely face as she consumed his cock, every little trick she performed on his prick with her skilled and loving mouth, went down on film. When his huge prick swelled with the first pulse of orgasm he caught that too. And when the first spurt of his come filled her mouth so full that white jism dribbled from her lips, the ecstatic Mike kept shooting.
It became one of theft favorite games. Sunbathing naked on Mike's roof, out in the mountains, even in the kitchen, Diana was delighted to have Mike take pictures of her nude – and even more while fucking.
Diana started to dream up more outrageous ways of fucking in front of her lover's camera. In the beginning he started setting the camera up with an automatic shutter release so he could join more fully in the action. But to Diana fucking was most fun when she or Mike was actually operating the camera.
They had an entire album by now, with shots of them eating each other out on top of National Forest picnic tables, and fucking in Mike's cousin's treehouse. Diana's favorite was the time Mike set up mirrors so that she could take pictures while he fucked her ass with his giant-sized cock. She was inexpert with the camera, but some of the shots she'd taken – studies of their faces wrapped in ecstasy, or pictures of Mike's enormous prick disappearing into her ass, set her heart pounding with desire every time she looked at them.
Finally, they got married. The first night of their honeymoon was their premier sexual performance as man and wife. Mike's trusty camera was along, but it was packed away. Tonight was to be devoted to the sheer joy of fucking. No frills were necessary.
Diana Burden wasn't missing the frills at all. The photographic games they played never thrilled her as much as Mike's tongue working over her pussy. There was something between the two this evening that had never been there. Something that seemed to magnify their pleasure a thousand fold.
"Ohhhh, yes, that's nice, soooo nice." Diana ran her fingers constantly though her husband's wiry red hair. Her body was throbbing with the pleasure his mouth was giving her cunt. It was just too much for her to contain!
Mike was enjoying himself as much as his wife of a few hours. There was no flavor in the world he loved as much as the flavor of prime young cunt. And his new wife's pussy had a succulence no one could compare to! Her pussy seemed hotter, wetter, more delicious than ever.
He toyed with her cunt lips, teasing them apart with his tongue, sucking them in between his teeth so that Diana gasped with the intensity of the delight flooding her.
"Yes! Ah, yessssss!" Her knees went up in the air and she held her husband's face into her pussy. "It feels so good! Eat my pussy all up! I can't stand it – my pussy feels so good!"
Mike wrapped his hands around her firm ass. He rubbed his face around and around in her pussy, getting her shiny cunt oil all over his cheeks and mouth and snubbed Irish nose. He gloried in the smell and taste of Diana's pussy – and the lithe, slippery feel of her cunt lips across his face.
He started licking her pussy with long, dog-like strokes. His tongue whipped her cunt juice into a froth. It smeared his chin like shaving cream as he ate furiously at her pussy.
The breeze from the motel air conditioner played across Diana's lust-gorged nipples. They vibrated with passion, the pleasure spreading through her boobs joining the ecstasy in her well-eaten cunt. "Do it!" she cried. "Lick my pussy good!"
Mike's cock was pulsating. He'd come soon without Diana ever having touched his greedy prick. And that wouldn't do at all! He had to fuck his wife or waste his jism on the motel carpet.
But first he was going to make Diana come. He stuck his stubby thumb, slickened with her freely-flowing cunt honey, up her ass and jammed his forefinger into her cunt. The pleasure hit her hard. Cupping her asscheeks with one hand he fastened his lips on her swollen clit and started sucking.
As Diana's clit throbbed from the suction of her husband's mouth, his touch began prodding at the pearly love-button. Her pussy tunnel seemed to do a snake-dance around his deeply-probing finger, drawing the finger still farther into the depths of the greasy cunt. He stirred his thumb around in her asshole.
"I-I-I'm COMMMMMnnnggggg!" Diana howled. She grabbed his head with both hands and rocked frantically from side to side, fucking her ass and pussy on his thumb and forefinger as his tongue whipped her clit mercilessly.
It seemed Mike could feel the orgasm coursing like lightning through his young wife's veins. His own wasn't far off. His balls were like a pressure cooker, building up steam that had to be let off soon or explode. Still he wrung every iota of pleasure from his wife's climaxing pussy. His mouth stayed on her clit as if glued, and his fingers kept fucking her poopchute and pussy, while her screams rang in his ears like big brass bells.
Diana was out of her mind with delight. It had never been this good before. Mike Burden was as much an artist at eating cunt as he was at taking pictures – but tonight was his masterpiece!
Orgasm after orgasm surged though Diana's body. Her jugs got so sensitive that even the pressure of the rolled-up turtleneck on the tops of her ripe tit-fruit added a sharp tang to the delight that possessed her. "Oh! Oh! AHHHHHHHH!" she called out, coming as though there was no tomorrow.
Then suddenly it stopped. Thumb and forefinger popped out of her butthole and drooling pussy at the same minute Mike's lips released Diana's clit. "Oh, God, don't stop now!" she pleaded as yet another orgasm thundered up the channel of her cunt and blasted into her belly.
Mike simply sat back on his heels. Then locking his hands around his wife's slim waist he pulled her forward off the bed. With a surprised exclamation Diana sat down on his lap with her well-oiled cunt entered by his cock!
"Gaaah!" The cry was tipped from her lungs as her cunt was suddenly filled with Mike's giant prick. The head of his cock was like a fist clenched inside Diana's, pussy. "Ohhhhh-ahhhhhhh!" she moaned, and came again.
Like wiry fingers the muscles of her pussy clamped on her husband's prick. "Jesus!" Mike yelped. Diana ground her ass down hard on his thighs, trying to urge still more of his prick into her spasming juicy pussy.
His fingers dug into her tender flesh as he buried his face in her tits. She hugged his head against her jugs as he sucked the summit of a huge boob into his mouth. He closed his teeth lightly on her nipple. She moaned with joy.
The rippling inside her pussy ran from the base of Mike's prick to the very head. It was like having tight binding on his steely cock. Even as he began to gnaw passionately on Diana's tits a thick wad of jism burrowed upward from his prick and was blasted far up into the eagerly-waiting pussy.
Mike put his feet flat on the floor and drove his cock into his wife's cunt with all his strength. Her pussy milked hot come from his prick as she pushed more of her boob into his face. Diana had been coming without interruption for what seemed to be hours – and it was getting better every instant!
Mike's spurting come filled her pussy, coating the inside and spilling out to turn their crotches into a swampy mess. Her auburn pussy fur and the coppery bristles as the base of Mike's cock became matted with a fragrant mixture of her pussy sauces and his creamy jism.
The cock seemed as big around as a fireplug inside Diana's pussy. Mike's mouth on her tit was sweet torture. As happily and passionately as the two had fucked so many times before, there had never been anything to compare with this.
And to think that this was only the beginning.