Suddenly her lips parted and her mouth pouted over the knob of his glans. She took him into her face, hesitant and unsure of exactly what she was supposed to do. He moaned, loving the warm, humid feel of her mouth wrapped around him. She sucked a bit, then pulled her head from his prick.
Her lips smacked a bit and he could feel her rolling her tongue around within her mouth. She had taken a taste of his preseminal juices with her.
'Surprising,' she said, turning her head to him. 'I thought there would be a real strong taste. It's sort of bland, a bit of a saline undertaste. Not bad at all.'
Before he could comment, her head had dropped back to his prick and she once more busied him with her mouth. This time there was less hesitancy. Hungrily, she sucked at him, her cheeks hollowing deeply.
Her tongue also came into play, swirling around and around over the sensitive surface of his glans.
Appreciatively, he reached down and stroked the uptilted curves of her exposed ass. She moaned around her mouthful of cock and excited waves of gooseflesh rippled up and down her spine. He scooted down a bit, letting his fingers play between her legs, bushing over the soft fleece of her pubis. More cock-muffled moans resulted.
As he watched, the delicately sucking woman suddenly sucked in a deep breath through her nostrils and dropped down about half the length of his prick. She pulled off quickly, coughing.
'I got a little bit excited and took more than I could handle,' she said, turning to him again. 'But if at first you don't succeed…'
Her mouth returned to his rod. This time her lips cautiously crept down his swollen circumference. He didn't push her. As much as he wanted to grab the back of her head and hunch himself into her cock-worshipping mouth, he contained himself. It took time and practice for a woman to accustom herself to taking a man in her mouth. The gag reflex had to be overcome so that the thick lance of a man's sex could slide into her throat. That this young beauty wanted him in her mouth was enough.
Upward, in a tight elastic ring, her mouth inched back to the throbbing tip of his shaft. She sucked deeply, pulling at the arrowhead shape of his glans. Her tongue was there, a wet whip of pleasure that lashed across the agitated surface of his prick-tip.
He moaned. A hand cupped the hairy bag of his testicles. Long cool fingers cradled his balls, toying with their kidney shapes, making them shoot back and forth within the confines of their sac.
Down her lips rode the meaty rail of his sex. Her tongue curled around his pulsing circumference, licking and bathing him in the moisture of her mouth. He ached, his balls on fire from her stimulating caresses.
Up again she rose, sucking, eating at his stalk of manmeat. Then down, then up, then down. Her head bobbed, rising and falling. His cock, slick with her saliva, vanished into her face, then slid out again in a steady even rhythm. In a matter of moments, his new bride had proven herself to be quite an accomplished cocksucker, a talent that pleased him immensely.
He watched his thick column of sex pack and re-pack her face. She accepted the ponderous burden, though her cheeks bulged outward with his massive bigness. She sucked and ate vigorously, apparently enjoying her first attempt at cocksucking as much as he was.
He didn't try to hold back the consuming need of his groin. Instead, he moaned down to her. 'Coming, I'm coming.'
Immediately, her mouth clamped over his aching shaft in a tight sheath.
Hot, thick fountains of semen blasted from the pinprick mouth of his cock. He saw her throat twitch and bob as she drank down the scalding flood of his seed.
She didn't stop sucking until the last drop of his release was milked from his sated cock and he reached down and eased her worshipping lips from his shaft. He pulled her up to him and kissed the lips that had so marvelously tended his need.
They lay there, each of them, fondling and exploring the nakedness of their bodies. Their mouths and tongues kissed at any bare flesh that happened to show itself. They hugged and rolled, reveling in the wonderful feel of skin on skin, the magic of a man and woman sharing the pleasures of their bodies.
His hands eventually found their way to her ass. He squeezed the halfmoons of delight. To his surprise, she shivered, pressing herself even closer to him. His fingers kneaded into those tempting cushions again, eliciting a similar response from the raven-haired seductress.
'I think my wife likes to have a man's hands on her bottom,' he whispered while his lips busied the delicate lobe of her ear.
'Your hands,' she sighed, wiggling even closer, the soft fleece of her pubis rubbing against the limp hose of his drained cock. 'I like your hands on me… anywhere.'
But his reaction went beyond just 'like.' She moaned and trembled as his fingers continued to tread the pliant flesh of her haunches. Her own hands began to imitate his, squeezing and pulling at the rounded pads of his buttocks.
Following the instincts of a lover who wishes to please his woman, he wiggled a finger into the warm crease of her rump. The shivery excitement increased to a high-pitched fervor, culminating in a shrill of delight when his fingertips brushed over the puckered mouth of her anus.
'God!' She shuddered, her pelvis hunching violently into his crotch.
'That feels good!'
'Mmmmm, does it now?'
'You don't know how good,' she said. 'It gives me those same wicked shivery sensations that I got when you licked my pussy.'
'My pussy,' he corrected.
She nodded, her lips parting as if to speak. Then another moan escaped from the depths of her throat. He had just tickled a fingertip up into the tight confines of her rectum.
'Chance! Oh Chance,' she groaned, her ass pushing back as though trying to entrap the probing digit. 'I can feel it!'
His instincts had been right. Her perky little bottom was as sensual as the rest of her magnificent body. He worked his fingertip around within her, creating all sorts of arousing sensations in his young bride. He didn't try to wedge his finger in deeply. It was unlubricated and he didn't want to tear or damage the delicate membrane of her rectal channel. He just wanted to excite her, and give her a taste of what now titillated his own mind.
'Different,' she moaned in a panting voice. 'It feels so different.
What are you doing to me?'
'Loving you,' he said, kissing down the graceful, white arch of her neck. 'Showing you all the pleasures I can give.'
'You're getting hard again,' she murmured, thrusting her crotch into him. 'I can feel you twitching and growing.'
He was. The deflated snake of his penis was throbbing back to life. The very thought of what entered his mind was like a stiff jolt of erotic strength.
'I don't believe it,' she said. 'All those books I read said a man needs time to rest and recuperate after climax. What are you, some kind of superman?'
'Didn't you notice the big 'S' on my longjohns,' he chuckled, tickling his finger around in the hot little mouth of her anus. 'All those books didn't mention the effects a sexy woman has on a man. Turns a ninetyeight pound weakling into a horny sex fiend!'
'Ohhhh!' His finger eased up inside her a bit more. He didn't know where it was coming from, but her asshole suddenly seemed moist, as though trying to accommodate his delving digit.
'I think my sweet young wife has the desire to be buggered,' he said moving his finger back and forth in penis-imitating fashion.
'Chance!' She tried to sound shocked, but the quavering of her words and the weak trembly shivers of her body gave her away. 'You don't mean…'
'That's exactly what I mean!' He hugged her close, his probing digit working its exciting sensations within her ass. 'I think my wife would like to feel a cock up her ass.'
'Why, that's… that's…'
'Sodomy, buggery, cornholing,' he said completing her statement for her. 'It's also very nice. That is, if you want it.'
