strokes.
Suddenly the front porch light came on and a male voice called out. 'What's going on out there? Is everything all right?'
Still in the final throes of orgasm, Greg managed to gasp out an answer. 'Everything's okay, John. We're just finished up here.' His cockhead throbbed and pulsed as the last of his cum gushed into her ass. He pushed his cockhead as far into her ass as possible and let his cock drain as his arousal drained.
Honey could not see the porch from where she was, but she prayed the Justice of the Peace would not walk out to the car. Her orgasm slowly cooled. She heard the front door close. Shame washed over her at their perverted behavior. She wished they had waited, yet Greg's forcefulness was one of the things she admired about him. She felt his cock shriveling inside her ass. At last it popped out of her with a soft sucking sound. She felt more cum draining from her ass and dripping down her thighs.
Greg dried his cock on her buttocks and zipped his pants up. 'Get in the car,' he ordered. 'We might as well drive all the way back to Cedarville tonight.'
Honey felt his sticky cum smeared over her ass. She crawled into the front seat on her knees to keep from staining his car seat. He walked around the car and got in the driver's side. Handing her panties, he said, 'Wipe up the mess with these. When we're out on the road, you can throw them out the window. And after this, I don't ever want to see you wearing panties again.' She felt good inside knowing how she attracted him sexually, but somehow the way he had taken her so thoughtlessly and now wanted to drive straight back without even one night in a motel for a honeymoon made her wonder if there were things about him she should have known before marrying him.
Putting the thoughts out of her mind, she rolled down the window and felt the warm summer night whipping over her body. When they pulled onto the main highway, she tossed the pants out the window. She leaned forward to hook her bra.
'Take that off too,' Greg said, his lips curled back in a lascivious smile. 'I want your tits free all the time. I like seeing them jiggle when you walk.'
Honey did as he requested. She had to pal ha white sweater ova her head to remove her bra. When she started to put her sweater on again, he stopped her from doing that too. 'Come over here I want to see your tits naked all the way back.' He put his arm around her so his hands could reach her tits.
She snuggled against him, feeling deliciously evil. 'I love you, Greg.' He stroked her tits as he drove. She rested her hand between his legs and felt the warm bulge of his cock. There was so much she had yet to learn about him. Their whirl-wind romance left her head spinning with unknown questions about their future. She didn't even know where he lived. She knew he worked in reel estate, but that was about all she did know, except he was the most wonderful person in the world.
She hated to think how her life would have gone on in its painfully drab way if she had not met Greg yesterday. Until then, she had not believed in love at first sight, but now everything was different. The virginity she had saved for eighteen years had been given to Greg less than two hours after meeting him. She shuddered to think what her aunt would have said about that.
A new exciting world was opening for her. She wanted to know and experience everything there was to know about sex. Greg was so wonderful she could not get enough of him. She squeezed his cock and felt it respond with surprising enthusiasm. The entire four hour drive back, she stroked and fondled his big cock while he kept her nipples and tits tingling erotically.
They were still five miles from Cedarville when Greg turned off the main highway onto a small country road. Two miles later, he turned into a dirt drive that led, twisting and bumping among heavy underbrush and trees and finally ended at a small, but modem looking brick house. 'We're home,' he said, opening his door and walking up to the house without waiting for her.
Honey removed the small suitcase containing all the possessions she had taken from home out of the back seat and followed Greg to the house. He took her suitcase at the door, swung her laughingly into his arms and carried her across the thresh hold. As soon as he let her down, she felt a stab of disappointment when she realized they would not be living alone. Sitting on a red velvet couch, his feet propped on a coffee table, his bearded mouth hanging open in a drunken snore was a naked man. A whiskey bottle was cradled in his crotch.
CHAPTER TWO
Honey stared in horror at the obscene position of the man. 'Who is that?' she whispered, clutching Greg's arm.
Greg laughed and kicked at the coffee table. 'A friend of mine. Jay Simms. He stays with me sometimes. He's sort of a business partner.' The man stirred but didn't wake. Greg continued walking through the room. Honey scurried after him, but he stopped her. 'No, wait here. I'll take your suitcase to the back bedroom. I want to make sure there aren't any other surprise sleepers around.'
Honey felt terrified waiting in the living room alone. As soon as Greg left, the drunken Jay grunted and began rubbing his crotch with the whiskey bottle in his sleep. Honey tried to turn her eyes away, but her curiosity got the best of her when she saw his cock swelling to erection as he rubbed himself. His cock was huge. His balls churned up and down with the whiskey bottle.
Jay grunted again and stirred. His eyes fluttered. He caught sight of her. A pleased purr came from his throat. He set the bottle on the floor and settled back on the couch more comfortably, his eyes half closed, eyeing Honey's body slowly up and down as though he thought he was dreaming. His hands returned to his crotch and stroked his cock and balls.
Pumping his shaft slowly, he caressed his nob with his foreskin. Despite her embarrassment, Honey felt a twinge of arousal. He wasn't really bad looking. He looked like he was in his early twenties. Maybe a year or two younger than Greg. Feeling ashamed by her curiosity, Honey turned and forced her eyes to explore the room.
'What's the matter, angel? You can look at it. You know you want to. Turn around. In fact, come over here and suck it. I'd love a blow job from you, baby.'
Honey spun around, her hands covering her open mouth. He was awake. Her face flushed as she stared at him in embarrassment. He continued stroking his cock, inundating his hips with slow, sensual movements that caused his nob to glisten like purple velvet as his fist masturbated his shaft. Honey was speechless. She backed toward the door through which Greg had disappeared, bumping into furniture on the way until she could turn and dash to safety.
She went through a dining room and into a hall. Hearing voices coming from one of the doom, Honey hurried down the ball and peeked into a kitchen. She saw Greg arguing with a woman at the back door. As soon as she stepped into the room, Greg pushed the woman out the door and closed it. He turned around, surprised to discover her looking at him. His face smiled sheepishly.
'Honey, I'm going to have to drive someone home. I'm sorry to rush off like this so soon after getting here, but you can get yourself settled in. Take a shower. Your things are in the master bedroom. I'll be home later.'
'But, Greg, what about Jay? He's awake. He said something obscene to me.'
Greg laughed. 'Then say something obscene back to him. Look, I have to go. I'm not going to have to baby- sit you all the time, am I?'
His words stung like a whip. Honey backed away. 'No, of course not, Greg.' As soon as he was gone, she heard footsteps behind her. She spun around. Jay stood there with his cock standing out like a monstrous bull's horn. His pulsing nob throbbed with aroused lust.
'You're real,' Jay said. He walked slowly toward her, his erection wagging back and forth. 'I can't believe it. A beautiful blonde angel has been dropped on me out of heaven just at a time when I'm hornier than I've ever been before.'
'Stay away from me,' Honey said, back against the stove. 'I'm Greg's wife.'
'Yeah, and I'm the President of the United States. And you're going to give me a piece of ass.' He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back until she was forced to lean over the stove, her elbows supporting her weight, her thighs spread as his body wedged between her legs. He looked at her naked nipples pressing into her blouse.
