She started to say that she had other obligations, to relatives, to friends, then she saw him begin to remove the panties from his pocket. She didn't want her parents to see this, so she hurried over and deposited herself on his lap as he'd asked.
'I knew you'd see my way, with a little urging,' he told her.
'Blackmail is closer to the truth.'
'I feel very uptight over not finishing what we'd started earlier.'
'I can tell. I'm sitting on yolk lap, remember?' The man's cock was poking up through the thick folds of her dress to nudge against her bottom.
'I want to continue where we left off.'
'Fine. In an hour or so…'
'Now.' And his hands began working on her dress in ways she didn't want to think about. After all, she didn't have any panties on.
'What do you think you're doing!' she hotly whispered in his ear.
'I know what I'm doing. Just sit still.'
But she couldn't. Not with his erect prick pressing into her cunt lips. He reached around her waist and caught hold of her. In this way he was able to lift her just enough to fully insert his cock.
She bit her lower lip to keep from crying out. This was an outrage! He was her husband. They'd just gone through the ceremony, but even a husband couldn't fuck his wife in plain view of all their friends and relatives.
It wasn't right. But he was doing it, any way.
He began bouncing her up and down. His cock was wiggling and dancing around in her snatch so much that she began to grow wet. She wasn't able to speak for fear of giving away what was happening.
To all outward appearances, nothing was amiss. A loving husband was sitting with his new bride and they were cuddled close. Nothing more. The fact that he was fucking her couldn't be seen due to the acres of white satin dress surrounding their crotches.
'Don't do this!' she squealed.
'Why not? I wanted to finish what we'd started earlier. This is the best I can do.'
'But in public!'
'Why not? Don't you like it. The hell with it. I'm going to get my rocks off fucking you, my lovely new wife, and if you don't like it, fuck you!'
'You are!' she reminded him.
Then she wasn't able to say another word. The cock was moving faster and faster in her cunt. The juices squirted around her pussy lips and made her entire snatch feel liquid and oozing.
She sighed and then tried to hold down the tide of warmth passing into her belly. The fucking was building up nicely. The friction of his cockhead against her pussy walls was sending out tiny fingers of delight that she simply couldn't deny.
The woman was enjoying this public fucking. And the fact that none of the others in the room suspected made it all the more deliciously sinful!
Bending over, she managed to kiss him squarely on the mouth. Then their tongues began duplicating what was going on lower. His tongue flashed back and forth into her mouth with the same rhythm his cock was using to fuck deeply into her cunt.
Every time she wiggled her ass on his lap, this gave a new and different entry angle into her cunt.
'This is living,' he said, breaking off the kiss for a moment. Sweat was beading on his forehead as he became more and more aroused. The man was going to carry through with this fucking.
He had to. His balls ached so badly, nothing less than a real fucking would erase the soreness.
His balls were boiling inside and made him all the more uncomfortable. During the ceremony, he had thought to fondle her, even finger-fuck her a little bit. That had gotten them both in the mood for fucking again.
But now was his moment of triumph.
They both knew it, too. Diane had been thinking he wasn't quite what she wanted in a man, what she needed to keep her sexually happy. Their fucking didn't have all the zest it once did. But it had returned. The finger up her pussy during the ceremony had told her how much he cared about keeping their sex life exciting.
She was having real problems keeping from responding to him. She couldn't scream and moan and kiss him like she wanted. That wouldn't do. The others would certainly catch on to what was happening. She didn't want that. This was part of the thrill of the fucking.
She started turning around on his lap. The thick pillar of cock was thrust directly up into her cunt. Whenever she twisted around, it pulled the delicate flesh of her cunt into an erotic spiral. This tightened the skin around her clit and made her even hotter.
Tensing her cunt muscles on his buried cock made him groan once. Then he began really jerking hard inside her. The man's cock was about at the breaking point. Diane kept her body moving both up and down so that she was fucking herself with even more powerful strokes.
The flood of juices signaled her orgasm. She closed her eyes and leaned against the man's strong upper torso. She wanted to cry out her joy.
Instead, she held it all locked up inside. She had to. There was no way she could tell everyone in the room that the man was avidly fucking her and that she loved every sinful second of it!
Her mother came over and asked, 'Are you feeling okay, dear? You look a little flushed.'
'It… it's all right, Mom,' she answered. 'I was just feeling a little empty inside.'
'Well, certainly hope that passes.'
CHAPTER SIX
'Well, doll, here we are,' Matt said, putting on the brakes. 'A genuine rustic cabin set high in the mountains. We are truly alone for a whole Goddamn week!'
She clung to his arm for support. They'd had some real experiences on the way up here. On the freeway, he had insisted she suck his cock. When he came, he had almost smashed into a concrete overpass.
But the thrill.
That was where it was at. And it had been an added excitement for her when he'd balled her on the balcony of the motel they'd stopped at the prior night. True, it had been four in the morning, but cars were constantly coming and going when he'd bent her over the railing and fucked her up the ass. They might have been seen by any number of people.
But they hadn't.
The thrill of discovery was what counted. The possibility of the discovery appealed to the exhibitionist in her.
Inside, however, Diane had lingering misgivings about this marriage. She felt Matt should be giving her something he wasn't. He had one hell of a big cock and was generous with it. He could fuck and fuck and fuck and never tire. And he knew all the right moves. He was a real stud.
But she knew something else was missing, something in the way he acted. She couldn't put her finger on it. The sex was exciting, but it was also lacking some element. Until she figured out what it was, she'd never be really fulfilled, by the man's lovemaking.
'Should I carry you over the threshold?' he asked.
'Hell, why bother, unless you want to get a hernia. A man shouldn't lift things when he's got a hard-on as big as yours.'
She reached over and patted the huge bulge at his crotch. The merest thought of spending the week alone up here turned him on. And having his sexy woman so close to hand made him even hornier than before.
He wanted to fuck her – non stop – all week long. He doubted if he could keep it up that long, but it was going to be one hell of a week finding out if he could!
'Let's just walk in, like normal people. Can this newlywed crap. After all, we more or less had our
