Val Marrick
Tortured bride
CHAPTER ONE
'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
