seeming to seek out the trembling cup of his hands. He pressed her right breast tentatively, caressing it with experimental tenderness, vaguely wondering if Dr. Shultz had been married when he'd written his manual. Then Verna's tongue wormed like a hot wedge of fire into his own mouth and he could taste the sweetness of her breath. Instinctively, he dropped his hand to her belly and stroked the satiny skin as her breath quickened in his mouth, then he let his finger trace down over the gentle rise of her pubic mound to her thighs, all the way to the pulsing crevice between her parting legs.
This was going to be one hot night, he could see that now! She wanted him, wanted him badly, and ol' Dr. Shultz could stuff that book up his arse! Then came the anguished thought – had Verna ever wanted another man this way? Was she all his, entirely his, or had she given herself like this to others before him…? Hell… what difference did that make now? His cock was a hammer now, and this moment, with her, now… that's all that mattered! Look at her, her breasts heaving and her buttocks squirming in those immodest shorts of hers…
Verna gazed up at him. She lay cradled in his arms across his lap, her eyes gleaming with love and adoration… and lust! Delicately, she moved her arm in a way as to press against his lower belly and pelvic region, feeling the rock-hard protuberance of his stiffened cock pulsing beneath his pants. She supposed it wasn't fair of her to act this way, but she didn't care. She wasn't trying to be fair… only fulfilling.
That was a lovely word – fulfilling. What would poor Carl do now if she reached down and squeezed his penis? Whimper? Squeal with joy? God, how she'd like to, but decorum was in order, even though she had no predicted end for what was to come. Ad lib. More irony perhaps. Poor, poor Carl and his silly, immature ideas about what was Right and what was Wrong. Good Girls and Bad Girls, everything so black and white, when, in truth, there were no such things as right and wrong when it came to sex… only fun, fun and fulfillment.
What would happen if he ever found out how unchaste his little sweet bride really was? Well, he wasn't going to find out, not if she had her way. Verna loved him – loved Carl as only an experienced woman can love a man who is basically good and noble at heart. Carl had integrity, and no man of integrity could accept being number thirteen – lucky thirteen! – and a wife who'd not only had a full dozen lovers before him, but countless one-nighters and a few drunken blanks when she couldn't remember the next morning who'd stuck his cock in her the night before. No… she'd have to take it slower than usual, lead him gently along, the way you'd housebreak a young puppy and not act like some gutter-slut off the streets. Yet Lord! She wanted him, wanted his thick hard cock up inside her vagina right this instant! How could she hope to last out…?
Suddenly, he lifted her to him, kissing her and running his hand along the back of her halter, unfastening the snaps. The halter sagged open, and he clutched one of her naked breasts with a feverish need.
Verna gasped aloud.
Carl's hand squeezed her breast while his tongue played in her mouth and she nibbled on it. Then his thumb and forefinger found the nipple and rolled it tenderly between them, generating tiny shocks of lust throughout her squirming body.
'Oh… Oh Carl!' she moaned deliriously into his mouth.
'Verna, Verna, I love you…'
She continued to suck his tongue, drawing it hotly into her throat as the fires went on building inside her heaving belly. She worked her way to her side in his lap, then placed her hand on his naked chest, gradually drawing it down over his stomach until it rested on the belt-loops of his pants. 'I love you… I love you with all my heart… and all my body, Carl! Fuck me,' she heard herself mewl uncontainably, shamed at the way she could not control even a little hesitancy to show she was a decent woman. 'Fuck me with that wild hard prick of yours, before I go mad!'
She touched the front of his pants lightly, her fingers almost searing the cloth of his fly, and then she reached lower, lower… and touched the throbbing bulge down between his legs!
'Ohhhh God!' Carl managed to breathe, almost leaping off the couch in his spasming reaction. He could feel his bloated testicles aching with an abrupt pressure of sperm, and his loins seemed to arch toward her lewd massage with a will of their own. Her tongue trailed over his cheek, searching for his mouth again, and her hand continued to rub his uncomfortably swollen erection with practiced ease…
'Don't deny it, Carl,' she droned on, mesmerically, hypnotically. 'You want to get your big prick into my wet little cunt, and I want it there too! Fuck me… Fuck me good…' Her obscene words floated across his liquor-hazed, lust-exploded mind. 'You know it, and I know it. Why pretend any different?'
On and on she intoned, and the gross words tumbling from her moist, pretty lips lashed Carl's mind into a swirling frenzy. As if he were somebody else, was spirit-free from his own inexperienced body, he watched himself objectively move forward and touch both her naked breasts again. In response, her hands dipped once more to his turgid penis, and then she was kissing his mouth, sucking and nibbling on his tongue. Carl's hands squeezed and kneaded the flesh of her exposed breasts, her dark brown nipples and her richly rounded areolas. He could feel the wetness of his seminal fluid seeping from the head of his pulsating cock as she continued to manipulate him with an experienced thoroughness until he was sure his balls were going to explode! What kind of wanton had he married?
'Get naked, honey,' she whispered to him. 'I want to see that huge cock of yours. I want to see how well hung the man I married is! Show me your prick, Carl, let me see it!'
Mutely, blindly, his mind and body afire with alcohol and lust, Carl stood up and undid his trousers. He stripped them down with numbed fingers, then slid off his moistly stained undershorts to stand in front of the couch. He saw his bride's mouth widen in a rapturous smile and her eyes glisten with delight as she stared at his thick, blood-enraged shaft quivering out at a right angle from his loins.
'Oh Lord! It's lovely, just the way I hoped it would be!' she crooned very softly. 'You want to put it inside of me, don't you? Don't you, Carl? Tell me you do!'
'Yesss,' Carl groaned. 'Yes, I want to!'
But, in spite of the overwhelming passion which she'd kindled in him, he still felt a certain amount of guilt and uneasiness over the unadulterated lust that was being generated on his wedding night. Shouldn't there be some bashfulness, some sense of modest shyness? This wasn't going at all as he'd expected…! His face was crimson from both shame and intense arousal, and he averted his eyes, his breathing ragged, when Verna flung her open halter over the back of the couch and started peeling off her shorts. Yet, he couldn't keep his eyes off her voluptuous nakedness for long, and when the shorts and thin white panties landed beside his bare feet, he once more looked at his bride… and his breath stuck in his throat!
She lay back on the couch with her legs spread wide apart, her hands knuckled provocatively on her proud, bronzed hips. She was smiling up at him with her lush red, slightly parted mouth, her teeth slightly bared, just the tip of her wet pink tongue showing. Her high, perfectly rounded breasts were a startling alabaster against her deep tan, jutting up like twin mountain peaks waiting to be climbed, asking to be conquered. The dark-haired softness of her pubic triangle gleamed invitingly and her tapered legs, so satiny smooth at her inner thighs, were moist with the already flowing juices of her passion-flowered cuntal slit.
'Well, honey?' she purred enticingly.
'Verna…' he managed, but nothing else.
'You want to fuck me?'
'Fuck you?' he panted mindlessly, 'Damn right I want to fuck you, you bitch! You teasing wench!'
He fell across her on the couch, his whole being bursting with his now unleashed, uncontrollable passions. His hands roved and dipped, his fingers parting the soft, hair-lined lips of her pussy until he could teasingly worm his middle finger up into her feverishly clasping vaginal mouth.
'Oh! Oh, it's so good!' Verna gasped. She moved closer, grinding her thighs and pubic hair hungrily up against his hand. Her own fingers tightened around his pulsating cock. Lord! But it was gigantic! Carl's penis pressed hard against her belly, its blood-swollen head throbbing, causing the entire length of it to jerk spasmodically. She took one fingernail and stroked the urethral tube underneath, around the brown circumcision ring, and then she curled her smooth hand warmly around its thick hot base.
'Uuuuhhhhgggg,' Carl sighed. 'Christ!'
Verna threw herself full length up against her new husband, twisting and squirming, smashing her lips against his mouth and undulating her belly obscenely with his. She never stopped her stroking hand as she murmured in his ear how much she wanted him. 'You're so nice and hard, Carl. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me now!'
Her nails trailed across his back and buttocks then, clutching him desperately tight between her wide-
