three months, she had been brought off by his cajoling fingers.
He eased his hand away from the tremulous groove of her sex.
'Ohhhh,' she groaned in disappointment, her hips thrusting up trying to recapture his digit. Then she moaned what he was hoping for. 'This! Oh God, Chance! I want this! I want you inside me.'
She tugged at his painfully aching prick, urging him to mount her ready and willing body. He came atop her, supporting his weight on his elbows. Without directions, she placed the engorged crown of his glans at the mouth of her pussy, slipping it into the outer lips of her labia.
Her eyes, black and shining, gazed up at him. 'Will it hurt?'
'Just for a second or two,' he whispered in a reassuring voice. 'Then it will never hurt again.'
He watched her suck in a deep breath. 'I'm ready. I want you and I want to feel you. Make me your woman.'
He nodded.
His hips swung inward. Moistened by his own preseminal juices and the slippery fluids of her pussy, he shafted up into the quivering channel of her virginal cunt. There was a brief moment of resistance. Then her maidenhead gave way before the ramming strength of his cock.
'Oh!' She whimpered, her eyes clamped shut tightly. Her whole body tensed, then relaxed. Her eyes fluttered open again and she smiled up at him. 'Is that it?'
He grinned and nodded again. 'I'm in you, all the way.'
'It didn't hurt a tenth of what I was expecting.' Her head lifted from the pillow and she kissed him. 'Make love to me, Chance. Your woman wants her husband to make love to her.'
'With you,' he said, correcting her. 'We make love together.'
He eased back. She winced, still tender and raw from his stiff penetration. He stroked in, another wince. A third stroke, a fourth, a fifth. The winces disappeared and the voluptuous beauty under him sighed, her eyes fluttering closed.
'It feels good!' She ran her hands down, caressing the balls of his ass. 'It feels sooo good! Just like I knew it would.'
It did. She was like velvet inside. The wet folds of her virgin cunt clung to the hard length of his cock. As he eased out the moist pinkness of her channel gripped at him, flowering outward. Then with only the swollen head of his glans within her body, he shafted down, turning the folds in on themselves.
'I was wrong,' she crooned. 'This is better than I imagined. I feel so full. It's wonderful. I feel like a… like a woman!'
'You are,' he said, leaning forward and kissing her.
He moaned. Suddenly the sheath of her cunt tightened, squeezing around his lust-filled rod. The spongy folds of her quim relaxed and tautened again, eliciting another moan from the depths of his throat.
The beautiful woman under him laughed, her eyes flashing open with a glint of delight. I think my husband liked that.' She emphasized her statement by squeezing down again.
'You know I did,' he answered with an appreciative kiss.
Stroking in and out of her wet, juicy pussy, he accustomed her to the feel of him. Her tenderness completely vanished, as the lubricants flowed from her depths, bathing his hardness in their viscosity.
Slowly at first, working to a steady, even rhythm, he fed himself in and out of her body. She responded, her hips naturally taking up the tempo of his deeply probing prick. As he slithered into the welcoming channel of her love, her pelvis rose to meet him. As he eased back, her hips fell back on the mattress.
How long he kept up the ever-rising and falling motion of his hips, he didn't know. He was lost in the feel of her, consumed by his love for this woman who now shared his name and bed. However, she eventually pulled him down atop her so that his full weight crushed her into the bed. His arms no longer needed for support, he turned his hands to fondling and toying with her breasts, and finally running a hand down between their cores to the extended nubbin of her clit.
She came while his finger playfully cajoled that all-important point of feminine sensuality. While she rocked and tremored beneath him, he continuously shafted his cock in and out of her body.
'My God, Chance, that was wonderful,' she said hugging him tightly when the last trembles of her climax passed. 'I knew you'd be good-I knew it!'
'I'm only here to serve,' he grinned. 'Your pleasure is mine.'
She shivered and thrust her hips up to greet the inrushing fatness of his prick. Her pelvis undulated, swirling him around within her.
'I think I'm in love,' she sighed, squeezing down around him. 'In love with this.'
He jerked out and shafted back into the humid interior of her belly.
'That, my young lady, is called a cock.'
'My husband's cock,' she smiled dreamily. 'And I'm in love with it. I could lay here the rest of my life, just feeling you move within me.'
'That would be nice,' he said, his mouth finding the arch of her neck and nibbling at it. She sighed, letting her pelvis rise and fall with the strokes of prick.
'Is it good… I mean… am I…' her voice was unsure, hesitant.
'Well worth the three months,' he assured her. 'And it will only get better.'
Her arms hugged at him again and she pulled his mouth to hers. They kissed long and lingering, their tongues flicking and dueling passionately. 'I want it again,' she said as they parted. 'I want my husband to… to…'
'Fuck you?'
'Yes! I want you to fuck me!'
Immediately, his hips increased the ardent tempo of his lust and love.
He pistoned hard and deep into the welcoming socket of her aroused quim. His fat cock-crown reamed upward, splaying the folds of her pussy and pushing into the innermost resources of her body.
There was no hesitance on her part now. The unknown was known. She had felt the pleasure of their bodies and loved it. Now she passionately accepted the hard thrust of his pelvis. She willingly took his full length into the fleshy pocket of her cunt, savoring the feel of him within her. She hunched and writhed under him. Her tits, firm balls of delight, rolled against his naked chest, their hard nipples hitting at his skin.
She came a second time without the fondling help of his finger. She cried out and rocked under him. Caught in the blasting pleasure of her carnal release, her hands pulled at his ass, as if trying to draw him, balls and all, within the quivering mouth of her sex.
She descended again, only to discover that his cock still rammed in and out of her body. 'God, what kind of man have I married?'
'One who can't get enough of his wife,' he said, lunging into the liquid heat of her cunt. 'I don't think I'll ever be able to do that.'
'Good,' she sighed. 'Because I know I'll never be able to get enough of you.'
Up his hips lurched, then downward he speared into the enveloping folds of her sex. Harder and deeper he drove the swollen circumference of his prick, as though he intended to thrust himself up into her mouth. She offered no complaints, only moans that deepened with each lunge.
She was rising toward another climax, he realized. Pleased, he thrust deeper into her receptive body. His balls were not fiery cores of need.
Each drive his cock made sent burning thrills coursing through the open nerve endings of his body. His temples pounded with the rush of his lust.
'That's it,' the woman beneath him moaned. 'Yessss, you fantastic man!
Fuck me! Fuck me!'
He slammed down, grinding his pelvis into the firmness of her pubis. He jerked up only to ream back into the juicy pinkness of her cunt. She was hot and oh so tight.
She writhed under him again, her hips arching up to capture each descending lunge of his inflexible rod. Her hands were on his back, fingernails raking his flesh.
'It's happening' she groaned, her body tensing. 'It's happening again!'
She came, for the third time that night, his virgin bride came. Yet, still he plowed the furrow of her sex, driving in and out of that hungry mouth between her legs. He shafted hard and deep, holding back the flood surging within him.
