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.
CHAPTER TWO
Mike Burden shook back his hair and ran down the diving board. He bounced once, then went into the water so smoothly he barely made a wave. With powerful strokes he swam underwater till he reached the shallow end of the swimming pool.
He came up sputtering and sucked a deep breath into his lungs. Around him the water glittered in the morning sunlight like a hundred thousand shards of broken glass. He smoothed wet hair out of his eyes, then started back to the deep end with an easy crawl.
Despite the fact he'd gotten almost no sleep, Mike felt fantastic. What he'd had was far better than sleep! He thought of his new wife, lying on the rumpled bed with the sheet thrown off her, glorious hair in disarray, one round tit peeking out the front of her transparent, smoky-hued nightgown.
