Chapter 1
His hard cock tenting the covers, Glen lay in bed smoking, waiting for Beth to join him. He could hear her humming in the shower. The pleasant sound made his rod twitch, for it was the same tune she always unconsciously hummed when she was feeling in the mood for sex. She was a before-bed bather; but he, because of habit, still made a cold shower his first activity of each day. A few times he'd tried to change his bathing routine and get into the shower with Beth, but she'd always blushed and begged off, being embarrassed at even the suggestion of their bathing together.
Secretly her shyness pleased him. They'd been married for nearly four months, and Beth, for the most part, was still the blushing bride. Her inhibitions demanded the lights be out during sex--"So I can forget myself," she'd explained. And she did forget herself most of the time now.
Glen smiled as he put out his cigarette. The only light on was the beside lamp. He lay back with his arms folded behind his head, grinning as he thought of his bride. She was only nineteen, a five-foot-two honey blonde with a face and figure that made other women turn green with envy and men stare at her with their tongues hanging out. Yet, despite her voluptuous appearance, she had come to their marriage bed a virgin-a willing virgin, very eager to lose her dubious honor and give herself freely to her husband.
Beth had enjoyed sex right from the start. Oh, there'd been a little pain on first penetration and she'd bled some, but two minutes from the time her husband's organ had entered her fully, she was giving voice to her new-found pleasure. Ever since her first orgasm, Beth had been turning on more and more. It pleased Glen, the way she was developing, the way she was gradually overcoming her shyness about letting him know of her frequent desire for him. Like tonight, after Ron (Glen's best friend, who was still a bachelor) had left, when Beth had turned to Glen in their foyer and hugged him fiercely.
"Oh, darling," she'd breathed, "I thought Ron would never leave. Take me to bed. I need you so."
Glen had been delighted with her honest and lustful exclamation. He'd kissed her passionately, kneading her sweet little butt through her clothing as she moaned and rubbed hotly against his hardening prick. Then, with Beth smiling lovingly at him, he'd picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. She'd insisted on showering when he got her out of her clothing--"because I want you to kiss me all over, darling," she'd hotly informed him. Then she'd tripped from the bedroom and into the adjoining bath."
The water stopped running in the shower. The humming continued, more throaty now, as Beth dried herself behind the closed door. Glen listened as she took her douche, his cock weeping, jealous of the slender black nozzle now inside her sweet vagina. The light switch clicked off in the bathroom. The door opened a crack.
"Turn off the light, honey," she called softly. "I'm ready."
"And I'm about to pop from waiting so long," Glen laughed, rolling over to shut off the bedside lamp.
The room was plunged into darkness. A tiny squeak sounded as Beth opened the door and came unseen and groping into the bedroom. Glen lay back, sniffing the fragrance of her dusting powder, which preceded her to the bed.
"Ouch!" Beth exclaimed. "Damn it!"
The bed sagged as she sat on it. Glen reached for her, asking, "What is it, baby? What's wrong?"
She was holding her fool. "My toe. I bumped it."
Fumbling in the dark, Glen worked his hand down her leg. "Does it hurt?" he asked concernedly, rubbing the hand in which she held her left big toe.
"It doesn't feel like it's bleeding," she replied.
"It's not broken, I hope."
"No. I don't think so," she said.
Glen pushed her hand away and carefully took her injured toe between his thumb and forefinger. "Wiggle it, he suggested.
When she did, he said, "It feels all right to me."
"It still hurts."
"I'll kiss it and make it well," he offered, affecting the soothing tone of a father toward one of his adored offspring.
He sat up and pulled her foot to his mouth, kissing her toe wetly as she squealed and giggled and begged him to stop, complaining good-naturedly that the tickling was worse than the pain. When he released her foot, they fell into one another's arms in the center of the bed, both of them laughing.
"Is it all better?" Glen cooed, pulling her warm body close to his.
"Fine," she sighed, throwing a soft thigh over him and relishing the feel of his hard penis pressing against her rounded belly. "Just fine." I love you.
"I love you," she whispered back.
He kissed her eyes, her nose, then hugged her tight as his mouth claimed hers. The tip of her tongue probed teasingly between her soft lips. She immediately opened her teeth and began nibbling at his tongue with her lips, inviting it deeper. Very slowly he slid his tongue into her mouth, both of them enjoying the laziness of the motion. Her lips kept nibbling, drawing his tongue farther into her mouth till it was licking at the back of her throat.
The sharp edges of her teeth closed lightly on his tongue, holding it in her mouth. She sucked and moaned, whimpered and wiggled, and finally rolled onto her back and pulled him atop her. He settled between her eagerly parting thighs, leaving room for her to slide one hand down to grip his dick. His eyes had grown accustomed to the darkness; as she sighed and rubbed the head of his rod in her slippery crevice, Glen looked down at her passion-flushed face.
"Put it in," she urged.
"Damn, baby, you're really hot for it tonight, aren't you?"
"Yesss ... oh, darling ... hurry ... do me!" she whispered.
He grinned. "Do you what?" "You know."
He knew, but he wanted to hear her say it; he longed to hear coarse and vulgar words rolling from his precious, innocent bride's feverish mouth. She'd never said such words to him, though he'd asked her to on several occasions. But he thought she might do it this time, for she was hotter than he'd ever seen her before. "You have to tell me, Beth. Tell me what you want, darling. Tell me dirty."
"I can't. I just can't say it," she protested.
"Don't you know the words?"
"Of course I know the words. Everyone does."
"Then say them, baby. Please. I want you to."
"Oh, Glen," she sighed, trying to pull his cock into her. "Put it in. Don't make me talk dirty. I'll sound like a whore."
"God, baby, don't you realize that's exactly what I want you to sound like?" "Glen!"
"No, really. It excites me something fierce just to think of you saying dirty things to me while we're doing it. Say them, baby. Sound like a whore for me. Be my whore. No one will know but us. Tell me you're my little whore, Beth. Tell me."
"Well ... if you truly want me to say such things, and if you won't disrespect me for it, I guess maybe--" "I do, baby. More than anything. I won't disrespect you for it, I promise. Good God, if anything, I'll love you even more for it. Say it now -- say, 'I'm your little whore, Glen.' " In the most whorish voice her naive mind could muster, Beth said, "I'm your little whore, darling."
Glen shut his eyes, savoring the throaty sound of his wife's voice. "Go on," he urged hotly. "Say more."
"I don't know what you want to hear."
"The dirtiest things you can think of, darling. Be vulgar and obscene. Say the vilest things you know. Tell me how hungry you are for it, and use gutter words."
"I'm your hungry little whore," she whispered directly into his ear, rubbing the throbbing head of his penis up and down the length of her hairy slit. "Your penis ... your whore hungers for it. Put it in her hungry vagina and have intercourse with her."
"Gutter words, baby. Use gutter words, and say T. Make it personal." "Oh, shit, honey," she complained. "I'm hot! Don't tease me like this. Put it in and ... and do me!"
"Do you need it, Beth?"
"Yes, darling ... yes!"
"What? Tell me what you need."
"Your penis!" "My what?" "Your dick!" "That's better, baby." "Your prick! Your cock! Oh, Jesus ... is that what you want to hear me say?" "That's it... go on."
"Your cock," she sighed longingly. "Your lovely hard cock. So fat and firm. I love it. I'm a whore, a dirty whore, your dirty little whore."
"Oh, darling," Glen moaned.
"Do you like me to say things like that, Glen? Do you really?"
"Mmm ... I love it."
"Do you want me to say more?"
"Please."
She put her lips to his ear and whispered, "Fuck me!"
"Yes, angel ... yes," he whimpered, thrusting nearly half his rock-hard prick into her.
"Ohhh ... sweet cock," she gasped. "More, darling. Fuck me deeper!"
Thrusting all the way into her, Glen chanted, "Honey cunt, honey cunt, honey cunt!"
"Sugar cock, sugar cock, sugar cock!" came her heated reply.
Glen began stroking "Keep talking to me like a whore," he urged.
She hooked her calves over his and cupped his pistoning buttocks, hunching with him, pulling his cock back into her each time he withdrew. "What... do whores ... say?" she asked, panting now.
"Anything ... anything they feel like saying."
"I love your cock," she moaned. "I love to feel it like this, ramming all nice and hard in and out of my pussy. I like you screwing me-no, fucking me! I love to fuck, Glen. Honest, I do. Fuck ... fuck, fuck! Am I talking all right?"
"Hell yes, baby. Keep it up," he groaned, hunching harder now, his pelvis bumping harshly against hers and making her grunt.
"You're gettin' rough!"
"Don't you like it?"
"Jesus, yes... I like it! Mmm! Animal ... that's what ... you are! A stud .. . my stud. Tell me ... stud man ... do you like ... my pussy?"
"Best pussy in the world," he exclaimed, shoving his rod home, then stopping. "Good pussy. Nice and hot and juicy!
"Don't stop," she pleaded. "Fuck me more. I'm about to come!"
"Me too. That's why I stopped. I don't want to come yet."
"Well, I do," she wailed. "Go on ... hump me, honey!" "No."
"Do something!"
"What? You tell me what to do, Beth." "Fuck me!"
"Not that. What else would you like?"
"Oh, shit ... it's too messy for that now, isn't it?"
"I didn't come yet," Glen said.
"I'm so juicy down there. My pussy's all wet and sloppy."
"It's your juice, darling. I could drink gallons of it."
"Could you, Glen? Really, darling?"
"Try me. Offer me a drink of your nectar. Say it dirty."
"Drink my pussy juice. Take your cock out of my cunt and put your mouth to it. Lick my messy twat. Tongue me deep. Suck the juice out of my cunt!"
Already kissing his way down her body, Glen asked, "What will that make me when I do?"
"A cuntsucker! A messy, pussy-licking bastard!"
"God, baby. You're gettin' the idea now!"
"Jesus, Glen, the more I talk, the hotter I get!"
"Me too. Talk like a goddamned slut!"
"Sluts curse a lot, don't they? I feel like cursing, Glen. I feel like cursing you, darling. Would you mind terribly if I called you a dirty son of a bitch?"
"You just did, sweetheart. Do it again, with more fire this time. Say whatever comes into your pretty little head."
"You won't mind? You're sure?"
Glen had reached her cunt. Before he answered, he pushed her thighs farther apart and licked her hot, sex-slick vulva. "God, that's a sweet hole," he moaned. "No, you little cocksucker, I won't mind at all. You know my secret now, so why be bashful any more? Talk dirty, curse me, scream obscenities to your heart's content. I'll love every scatological word you utter, darling."
Beth raised her head and looked down at her husband.
"Piss on you," she said, smiling sweetly. "That piss you off, prick?"
For an answer, Glen moaned and glued his mouth to her swollen cunt. He thrust his tongue deep into her silky sheath, lapping in a circular motion, letting her copious secretions collect on his tongue. When his stirring tongue was making a wet swishing sound inside her, he pressed his lips tightly against her slick cunt lips, then sucked in her slippery fluid as he pulled his tongue back into his mouth. He swallowed loudly, clucking at the roof of his mouth afterward, savoring the heady taste.
"Ambrosia!" he breathed. "Nectar fit for the gods!"
"Damn it," Beth said. "That was good. Suck my slimy slit some more, you shithead. Get your fuckin' mouth on me and suck till I run dry."
"You nasty little bitch. Watch your tongue!" Glen said, his voice quavering with excitement at her words.
"Fuck you, husband. Up your asshole! Go on now, you cruddy muff diver, suck me off. Go down on me till I come! Hurry! Suck me, lick me, tongue me, slurp loud while you do it, you vulgar pussy lapper!"
"Son of a bitch, baby. God, you're really going good now.
"I like it, Glen. I really do."
"More. Say more," he urged, then ducked his head between her thighs and pressed his mouth to her hot cunt again. He sucked harshly, drawing part of her vulva into his mouth and nipping it with his teeth.
"Don't bite me, you goddamned cannibal! Suck, lick, tongue!" When she felt him do as she said, she sighed, "Oh, darling! Yes ... that's what I like! You're a wonderful cuntsucker. I'm about to come. I'm going to come in your mouth. Suck harder ... but don't bite, and I'll give you a creamy reward. Mmm! It's starting ... can you taste my fuck juice yet? Is it good? Ohhh ... I'm coming! Oh, shit ... suck me, you dirty motherfucker! Suck me!!!"
A constant stream of groaned obscenities issued from her lips as Glen sucked her through climax. He loved it. She loved it. Her mind easily recalled all the dirty words she'd seen in books and on walls in ladies' rooms, and they came pouring from her mouth all raspy and broken as she shuddered and thrashed about in ecstasy's grip. For the duration of her drawn-out orgasm, Glen sucked and smacked at her twitching pussy, moaning as her heated words drifted down to his alert ears. When finally Beth lay sighing and trembling, he smacked one last kiss into her steaming snatch before he crawled up the bed and topped her again.
"God, baby, I'm gonna fuck you silly," he groaned, guiding his cock to her and thrusting it into her hot tunnel.
"Hold still," she gasped, her hands cupping his tensed ass and holding his cock deep inside her. "I'm numb from clit to womb. Wait a minute till I can feel you better."
It was a strain, but Glen managed to lie quietly atop her. He listened to the sound of her labored breathing, waiting for her to calm down before fucking her quite thoroughly and bringing her right back to the state she was in now.
"Sweet pussy," he whispered. "Nice cock," she sighed.
"I love your cunt better than any I've ever fucked," he said.
She giggled.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, darling," she soothed.
"Nothing? Something's funny. You laughed. Tell me what made you laugh," he demanded. "It wasn't at you, Glen." "Then what?"
"I don't think I ought to tell you." "Bullshit!"
"All right, but it's your fault if you get mad." "Why should I get mad?"
"I was just thinking, when you told me how my cunt was the best you've ever fucked, I can't return your compliment."
"That's all right. You don't have to, baby."
"I'd like to, but I can't because yours is the only cock I've ever had."
"I know," Glen said. "It's all right. Forget it." "I can't" "Why not?"
"I feel so uninhibited tonight" "That's good. I like you uninhibited."
"I'm glad I found out about your secret," she whispered.
He grinned and kissed the tip of her nose. "I'm glad I told you about it."
"I've got a secret too," she said guardedly.
"Tell me," he urged. "I want to hear it."
"Maybe you won't like it," she told him, studying his face as well as the darkened room would permit.
"Try me. How did I know you'd like my secret? I didn't. I took a chance that you would. Tell me and see. I'm not a prude."
"I don't know how to tell you," she protested, after groping for the right words and not finding them. "Just blurt it out."
"It'll sound awful that way ... depraved even," she whined.
"I don't give a shit how it sounds. You've got my curiosity aroused now. Tell me in plain words," he insisted. "Bluntly, darling?"
"Bluntly, Beth. Tonight I'm unshockable."
"Ron has been trying to fuck me," she said, her voice a quiver as she looked up seriously into her husband's face.
"The son of a bitch!" Glen hissed. "And I thought he was my friend!"
"He is your friend, Glen. It isn't all his fault."
"What do you mean?"
"He's been here so often lately, I've come to like him almost as much as you do. I've been flirting with him, I'm afraid."
"No, Beth. Don't say that."
"It's true. I didn't realize I was doing it at first, and when I finally did realize it I couldn't stop. It was fun. I like him."
"Beth ... Beth, honey ..."
"You said you wanted to know my secret, Glen."
He nodded, his face looking pained, and she asked, "Shall I shut up or finish telling you about it?"
"Jesus," he muttered. "Yeah. Go on."
"The reason I was so hot tonight when Ron left ... Well, remember how long he and I danced to that slow record?"
"About four times through, if I recall correctly," Glen groaned.
"Well ... Ron got a hard-on and he didn't want you to see it So we kept dancing, a little apart, till he went soft again."
"Goddamn it!" Glen said through clenched teeth.
"I enjoyed it, darling, the way his cock rubbed all hard and warm against my belly. I even got wet--" "No, Beth. I don't want to hear any more," he said sharply.
Tears misted her eyes. "Goddamn you," she said. "You drag it out of me, and then you stop me before I'm finished telling. Shit. Get off me. Take your cock out of me. Goddamn you anyway."
"I'm not mad at you, honey."
"Yes, you are, Glen. You're angry with me for telling you a secret you demanded to know. Well, by God, I'll tell you something else-I'm hurt by the way you're acting. You asked me, you know. I wasn't going to tell you. But no, that wouldn't do. You just had to drag it out of me. Now you're angry and I'm hurt. Why the hell didn't you just leave well enough alone?"
"I'm sorry, Beth."
"You ought to be," she snapped, turning her face away as he tried to kiss her.
He lay atop her, neither of them speaking, his dick still in her, still hard. Finally he said, "Tell me the rest of it."
"No."
"Beth, don't be like that. I love you no matter what, darling."
Slowly she turned her head to look at him. He kissed her. She didn't respond. He kissed her again and again. She cried softly and let him kiss her. After a while, still crying, she began to return his kisses.
"Finish telling me," he said. "We can't have this between us."
"I guess you're right," she sobbed. She pulled herself together, then went on, "I was daydreaming tonight, imagining that I had two lovers instead of one. God, I loved it. I love you with all my heart and soul, Glen, but I want Ron, too. I want you both in bed with me at the same time, both of you making love to me together. I know it's wicked and terribly depraved to even think of such a thing, but I can't help myself. It's not the first time I've thought of it. I want Ron to fuck me. I've wanted him in bed with us for over a month now. With us, darling, not just with me."
She paused. When Glen didn't say anything, she let out her breath as if exhausted. "So now you know it all. Do you want a divorce?' "No."
"I'll give you one if you do." "No. I don't want one." "What are we going to do, Glen?" "I don't know, baby."
"It won't go away, my wanting both you and Ron. I've tried to ignore it, but it won't stay ignored. It keeps coming back, stronger each time," There was a full minute of silence, then Glen said, "We'll try it." He was grinning sheepishly.
She threw her arms around him and hugged him fiercely. "Oh, darling. Do you really mean it?"
"I think Ron will go for it," he said, smiling as she peckingly kissed his face. "In fact, I know fuckin' good and well he will. He knows a terrific piece of ass when he sees one.
"Oh, Glen ... darling! I do love you, darling, more than you'll ever know!"
"Can we finish screwing now?" he asked teasingly.
"Yes, you lovely cuntsucker. Fuck me, husband. Fuck me good! I'm so happy, Glen. You're a depraved bastard, you know, for even thinking about letting another man fuck your bride. But I love you, love you, love you."
She went on rattling happily and obscenely as Glen threw a wild fuck into her. She called him Glen, Ron, husband, lover, stud, delightful bastard, and every other thing she could think of. It resulted in the most intensely satisfying orgasm either of them had ever experienced. They rolled to their sides, still joined cock to cunt, and fell asleep that way.