honeymoon before the wedding.'
She sighed. Being romantic didn't appeal to her a whole lot. She had simple needs: cock and more cock. But what he was saying was true. She was almost afraid that the edge had been taken off their fucking by doing it too much before they were married.
Still, he was aroused and she loved nothing more than feeling his prick driving into her cunt, hard and fast, then pulling out to repeat the fucking. That was the week ahead of them and she was eager to begin.
'Lemme see it,' she said, unzipping his pants. 'I want to see what I'm getting.'
'Hey!' he protested as she grabbed his cock. Holding it like the handle of a pump, she began jerking him off.
'NO! NO, YOU DON'T!' he yelled. 'I got rights as a husband and a lover, don't I? No hand jobs. Mouth, sure, but cunt is where I want to bury this little hatchet.'
'Not so little,' she admitted.
'Then let's find out what the bed looks like in the cabin.'
They never made it as far as the bedroom. The huge bearskin rug stretched out in front of the fireplace was the spot where they ended up.
Matt turned and saw Diane standing in front of the fire. She began slowly unbuttoning her blouse in a provocative manner.
First the top button was undone. Then the next and the next. Her creamy white boobs flopped heavily out of her now completely open blouse to dance back and forth in the shifting light of the fireplace.
Flames seemed to lick at her tits. He went to her, taking one pendulous tit in each hand and squeezed. She moaned, deep in her throat, a cat purring. He pressed in closer to her.
The nipples came alive under his probing fingers. Excited blood hammered into her boobs, making them firm and stiff and even more enticing. He couldn't resist the temptation to suck on the very end. The tip of her boob slipped easily into his mouth.
His tongue raced around the coppery disk surrounding her nipple. The rough, wet pink tongue shoved down hard into the nipple itself. He could actually feel the response as her heartbeat quickened.
'Go on, darling, go on and undo my jeans. Make me completely naked for you!' she begged.
Her fingers guided the back of his head as he kissed around the tip of her jiggly tit and then smothered himself in the deep canyon between her boobs. She kept him pressed firmly into her bosom while his tongue raced in tiny little circles around on her soft, creamy skin. Then he moved his head lower, toward more interesting territory.
The fastener on her jeans eluded him for a moment. Then he angrily ripped at it with his fingers. It came free. He pulled the offending material away to expose the very top of her bush. Tiny strands of pussy fur poked out above the rim of her panties. It was the work of a moment to discard those white cotton panties and reveal her snatch.
Already, cunt juice was beading up on her bush. His tongue sought and found tiny dewdrop after drop. She was moaning constantly now, more aroused than she had been in days.
He was building up to a really fine fucking. The hollowness she felt in her pussy would go away after she got every single inch of that huge prick of his jammed up into her. She spread her legs a bit wider to allow him easier entry into her cunt.
His tongue felt divine. It was making her tingle all over, just as the sharp contrast between the warmth of the fire and the chill of the cabin made her completely aware of every nerve in her body. While her ass was cool, her cunt and tits were blazing hot.
'Go on,' she urged. 'Eat me out good. My pussy loves it!'
He gurgled something, but didn't bother repeating it coherently. They both knew it was unimportant. All that mattered to either of them was her pussy lips – and the deepness behind those labia.
His tongue shot out and speared deeply into her cunt. The flood of juices released made her moan and sink down to her knees. She was too weak to stand. But the mouth sucking and licking all over her snatch never left.
The bearskin rug under her buttocks was scratchy and irritating. She had somehow thought it would be soft and downy, fine to fuck on. If she didn't move, this would tear her smooth skin to ribbons.
'Don't want it here,' she sighed. 'Too rough on my skin. Must turn and move and…'
She began thrashing around as his tongue found her tiny clit. The spire of erectile flesh was throbbing with lust now. And when his tongue pressed it back down into its sheath of protective flesh, it sent out excited messages throughout her body. Her spine arched and she shoved her snatch downward toward the mouth giving her such fine pleasure.
And then she was thrashing, not with excitement but with the ice and iron grip of orgasm. He'd brought her off simply by tonguing her clitoris.
When she came to her senses, she was flat on her belly, her tits rubbing sensually – almost painfully – against the surface of the bearskin rug. The man's mouth was working on her soft asscheeks, tongue pressing down to her asshole.
When he got to her puckered anus, she came again. Her universe shattered into colored pieces. It spun and tossed her onto wild winds blowing through her mind and body.
She lifted her behind so that her lover could better stuff his tongue all the way up her asshole. When she felt the wetness, the softness, the imploring hardness of his tongue, she climaxed again. He tongue-fucked her ass until she was weak and sweaty.
Then she felt his long, rigid prick spreading her asscheeks apart. The thick globes of flesh were already quivering in lust. When the cock penetrated the space between them, she immediately came to her hands, and knees. There was nothing she wanted more in the whole Goddamn world than to feel his sweet prick fucking deep into her cunt.
'Go on, darling, let me have it – all of it!'
His hands moved sensually along her naked flesh. Then his fingers pressed into the curve of her groin. Pulling her body back, he inserted his prick into her cunt.
She groaned as he plunged balls deep into her cunt. One second, she was empty and wanting. The next, she had all the hot, quivering cock she could stand.
'Oh, fuck me, fuck me goooood!'
The fucking was good.
He pulled her body back into the curve of his crotch. They seemed to fit together perfectly, two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. His prick descended into the woman's cunt like it was a heat-seeking missile aimed dead on target.
He plunged it into her seething body again and again until it gleamed in the dancing firelight like a silvered wand.
He felt like fucking the living hell out of her.
She shoved her ass back to meet his incoming cock. She groaned loudly as their bodies met and merged into one. His balls wetly slapped against her pussy-lips, made her feel an extra surge of desire.
'Keep going!' she begged. 'I need this, oh sweet Jesus, how I need to feel that cock of yours fucking me!'
His hands gripped a little tighter around her waist. The woman's belly was heaving now from the exertion of the fucking. He stroked along the smoothness of her belly, then groped forward to find her dangling tits. He seized first one, then the other in a firm grip.
All the while he was fondling her boobs, milking them like a farmer milks his cow, he was driving the spike of his hard cock into her softly yielding cunt. The smoothness of her boobs, the way her tits grew and inflated with excited blood like overgrown balloons, all this made him even lustier. He was horny. He had to get his rocks off. He fucked harder.
And she came.
The feel of the hands working all over her tits had helped. The super-sensitive jugs were swaying to and fro under her body until he gripped them with firm resolve. Tiny volts of carnal electricity blasted into her chest, filling her with a tension that she had seldom felt.
This was a fucking she would remember. The tautness in her belly, the way her cunt burned with a hot fire,
