Chapter 6
Roz woke up.
Moonlight splashed into the room through the window like bright silver-gray mist and she easily could see him lying on the bed. He lay on his back, sprawled, his head turned from her. Her eyes ran greedily over him, taking in his bare chest, two distinct but not huge halves, with hair in the middle and tufting around his little nipples, which were paler than hers... the angularly muscled strength of those arms she remembered were strong and masculinely possessive... the virile musculature of his thighs, even relaxed in sleep, covered all over with slightly curling hairs... the slim hips, their bones clearly showing as he lay on his back, so that a cord could have been stretched from one hip bone to the other without touching his hair-decorated stomach...
But it was the soft package of his sex that drew her eyes and her attention and her full loving concentration. So pretty-and so little and vulnerable right now, with him asleep and lying on his back so that his balls hung low, relaxed, and his penis probably wasn't as much as two inches long. She'd have to ask him about that- how could it go down so short and thin and all... rumply looking and yet grow so prodigiously to the great carven beauty of a fleshy club that had pleasured her so much with its coming and going in her pussy?
She trembled. Her armpits prickled and she felt sweat start to bead her upper lip and her forehead. She pushed her hair back, at the same time realizing that her heartbeat had definitely slipped into a higher gear.
Like a little girl, she told herself no-no!
But... it was irresistible. Like a starving little girl's in a candy store, her hand slid out without her being able to stop it.
She traced out every inch of his limp, sleep-relaxed pecker. Her fingers dipped lower, too, so that she could feel and fondle his large balls. She was gentle, careful and she froze each time he emitted a little moaning sound or moved. What a darling morsel of flesh, she thought, cupping it and forgetting herself a little, succumbing to the irresistible urge to tug it up and measure its length in this soft state of relaxation, she did that...
His hand moved restlessly to his crotch. She whipped her hand away and watched his penis topple back over his balls. It was a little longer than it had been. Roz watched him cup his crotch, scratch an instant, relax. She waited with pounding heart and bird-bright eyes, staring-and counting steadily, slowly, to twenty.
Then with great care and slowness, she moved his hand.
And she fondled his cock. It definitely grew, the sagging little piece of pink meat darkening and stretching into a rope. Fascinating! She was practically panting. There was no way to resist the new temptation. , Roz kept fondling the sleeping man's genitals. And his cock kept growing.
Inert pecker became a club. Looking meaner and meaner, it straightened out, sliding so that it pointed up his body rather than down, rising and rising with taut-stretching skin gleaming as though burnished to a high sheen.
As if hypnotized, she played with that marvelous toy. Her fondling hand moved on the boldly bulging tool, alternately pulling and pushing it, back and forth, up and down, in a slow, totally nondeliberate but manifestly titillating frigging of his erected dick.
Thrilling to its rocky hardness and yet the silky smooth, incredible softness of its sheathing skin, she stroked with her fisted hand up and down the beefy pole-and reached up to close forefinger and thumb of her other hand on her own nipple, which she gradually squeezed harder and harder.
Troubled sighs escaped the sleeping man as the soft feminine hand unwittingly masturbated him in a continuing delicious caress. Even in sleep, he could not help moving. He fucked her hand with a relentless, yearning, short-jabbing rhythm that frigged the throbbing erection in and out of her hot little fist.
His cock grew immense and hotter and hotter.
Then three things happened, almost at once. The worrisome stimulation broke through his sleep and his hand started to his crotch... and the alarm clock went off with a frightful clangor that shocked her so that she made a squealing noise... and her hand jerked- and his came down onto it.
His eyes opened. The damned alarm clock, but it was still dark-what the... she was trying to turn it off and tugging at her hand-which his trapped, atop his violently erect cock!
He reached out with his other hand and cupped her dangling breast as she leaned across him to turn off the alarm. Gasping at his touch, jerking at the surprise of it, she nevertheless got the alarm shut off. Then he released her hand and pulled her down on him. Soft breasts splashed onto his chest.
"Some bad girl's been playing with my dick while I slept."
"Oh-uh... " She covered rapidly, meeting accusation with accusation: "Some bad boy spent the night with me and reset my alarm clock! It isn't time to get up."
"Maybe not, but I'm up."
She giggled. "You certainly are! And-you might as well, uh, use it, hadn't you?"
"Seems a good idea to me. Going to make an honest man out of me, after, or are you just like all the others, using a guy and then throwing him over?"
Again she giggled, like the bad girl he'd called her. "No no, I'll do the honest thing by you."
His hands tightened on her at those words, for she had answered his suggestion of hours before, as casually as that. "Good. Shall we do this new hyphenating our last names thing? It's all the rage, little girl."
"No thanks. I'm just an old-fashioned little girl. I'll start practicing signing 'Rosalind Alston' and 'Mrs. John Alston' tomorrow."
"Later today," he corrected, with a chuckle that rocked her atop him.
"Oh, later today then. Uh-that reminds me. If we're going to, uh, make some more love and get to the office too, we'd, ah, better... get started."
The not-so-rudely awakened man laughed. His hands left her upper arms and clamped the cheeks of her bottom, pressing her crotch firmly to his so that his erection was a great burning hot bar between their bellies. The feel of it made her shiver.
"It's a little early maybe, before the honeymoon and all, but-want to try a different position?"
"Hmm? Like what?"
"Like, I'm flat on my back and you're on top of me. All you have to do is straighten up onto your knees, back up and get astride my legs. Then you can... fuck yourself, sweetheart. And I can lie here like a gentleman of leisure- and watch the bouncing of your beautiful titties!"
"Wow! I like that idea! I hadn't even thought about that! I'll bet there are all kinds of ways!"
He chuckled throatily. "You are like a little girl, little girl! Yeah-first I'll teach you all I know, which will take ten or twelve minutes and then we'll buy twenty or fifty books and learn all the other things your not-so-expert future husband doesn't know!"
But she was hardly paying attention; she was already moving backward, pushing herself up with her hands on his chest, looking back and down to see him closing his legs. She swiftly bestrode them, with never a thought for the fact that he was grinning into her cunt, which was giving him a vertical grin in return.
Whew, she thought, a virgin a few hours ago-and already I'm trying a new position! And a little thrill went all through her, very pleasantly indeed. Being naked and getting up over him this way seemed deliciously wicked- especially with her legs braced lewdly wide.
It. was then that she thought about her naked vulva and the air she felt in it meant that it was open. She lowered her ash-gray eyes, to see his gaze leveled directly in the center of her forked legs.
"You have a beautiful pussy," he told her.
She didn't want to blush, but she did. Well, she told herself, that's just something I'll have to get over!
Sitting astride him with his cock standing before the open portals of her vagina, she wrapped a hand around the tall shaft. It felt very warm and male and hard and nice when she rubbed it against the soft complex of her cunt.
She played with it awhile, kneeling astraddle his outstretched legs and watching with avid eyes while she tightened her warm, slender fingers around the rumpled skin around the neck of his bone-the foreskin, she told herself-and eased it back and forth over the big helmet-shaped glans. That big ball-tip of his penis shone like a ripe, wet fruit. It was pretty, she thought and she smiled.
One hand slipped lower, found the furry agates of his balls and began to stroke them lasciviously. She liked them too, all nice and warm and hairy. And they'd squirt around inside their skin-pouch, loosely. Playing with his balls was fun.
Enjoying the sight of her, sitting naked astride him and the thought of what she was doing to him, he lay still. The supine man loved the marvelous sensation of her fingers caressing his testicles and lacing warmly about his hot, erect column of cock-flesh.
A smile curved his mouth upward while she played with his cock and balls.
He watched the lovely way her naked, dark-tipped tits jiggled with her welcome activity. They were loosely slung, her breasts and he liked them.
"I love to watch your pretty titties move when you move your arms," he told her.
"Do you?" Her question was sincere.
So was his answer. "Lord yes!"
Sound was added to his titillation now. Nature's oil had lubricated his prick and her gliding stroking hand and slippery wet noises rose from that marriage of hand and penis. Her breasts jiggled and shimmied and he watched.
"Whew," she said, "this is getting me all excited!"
"You're excited! Oh, woman! You're about to send me up the wall!"
"I think I'll just have this now," she said, staring at the slit in the very tip of his erection's budlike crown.
"You'd better," he warned. "Otherwise, my love, you're going to have a semen-soaked hand and a very empty cunt!"
She put her head on one side. "Hmm! I wonder what that would be like!"
But after a moment a tiny frown knitted her brows. "I just... sit on it? Just slip it right up into myself?"
With his head against the bed, he strained to nod. "That's it. You just slip it up into yourself and sit right down. And you move."
Her thigh muscles flexed and she rose up, hanging onto his towering shaft.
The shivering beginner eased the fat purplish head in between her soft cunt lips, steering it there with a quivering hand. He saw the shiver that curveted through her as she opened herself up with his stiff stalk.
"Ooooohhhh!"
"Amen," he said. "You feel good in there! My cock feels good in there."
"It sure does! It's all so new... I'm becoming a fan of your cock, your big bone, real-l-l fast!"
"A neofan," he said and they chuckled.
Briefly, for she sucked up a breath and then, smiling, she came sinking slowly down onto him, while he watched his erect organ disappear upward into her body. Inch by inch, her pussy's vertical canal sheathed his vertical cock. She was snug inside and very warm and most thoroughly wet.
The soft rounds of her butt came down onto him. His cock was gone, vanished to the hairs. Her tits slung loosely out as she bent forward a little to look down.
"Wow. I really didn't think I could do that-I wouldn't have believed it. Every bit of it! Wow! All that big thing's standing straight up inside me-and it feels good! Good! Oh, yes, it feels so... Good!"
The moisture around his entrenched horn drooled slowly down its veined shank. A long shudder ran through her and her naked tits jiggled captivatingly with her blissful breaths of rising excitement. He saw the ripples that ran repeatedly through her pink-and-white skin. Her eyes were closed.
He reached out both hands to squeeze her doubled knees. "Hey," he said quietly. "Try moving."
Grinning, she rose. Her eyes remained closed. Her labia stretched redly along his staff as her cunt slid up its circumference. Her tongue shot out to lick her lips.
"Uh! Ooooh-it feels good coming out, too!"
"And... back... in... " he urged.
Again she licked her lips. Up and up she lifted herself with strain-quivering thighs, until she was nearly off the thickly tumid shaft. It glistened with a bath of her flowing cunt juice.
She came down slowly, enjoying the spreading dilating rearranging feel of his cock, his bloated meat, slipping back up into her pussy.
He grinned at her, watching with growing delight as this neophyte, this girl of twenty-five knelt over him and pushed down, sucking him up into the rubbery pliancy of her lower mouth. She was down; she rested, feeling that and then she rose and descended again. She was fucking him; fucking herself and he lay still to stare entrancedly up at the ever-moving column of her lithe, jiggle-breasted body in its up and down motions.
"This... is... very-nice!" she panted out.
He laughed in joy. "Very nice-yes ma'am!"
She moved. The sex-charged woman sat astride him in a sensual trance. Her breasts heaved, jiggled, flopped, swung. Her belly fluttered. Pale blue eyelids like fine china shuttered her eyes. Then she threw her head back in a swirl of hair. She rode him. She fucked herself.
His belly was heaving with desire while he felt and watched, her slide his bone up into her velvety guts. Tits jiggling beautifully, lewdly, her body bounced on his. Hard and straight and massively turgid, his shuttling prick cleaned her out with her every downward plunging stroke.
He felt the pressure, the warmth, the wiggle of that full round ass, a sweet pressuring caress on his thighs as she pumped and pumped.
She was beautiful. His lewdly fucking, squirming woman was beautiful, fucking herself on his standing cock. Strong shivers of pleasure surged through his heated prostrate form. Up and down the penetrating spit of his cock she pumped her jiggly hips. Her cunt squished and its juices flew. He loved her tits. They were large, loose, not stiff and outpoking. Impossible to overlook or ignore. With her exuberant movements the big milky jugs jiggled lewdly and gloriously sexily in front of her. Their dark nipples seemed to be going in six directions at once. He stared, entranced-and grooved on the feeling of his cock slipping in and out, in and out of her juicy clamp.
This was the life! Lying on one's back and getting fucked was the greatest! Because even her virginal cunt was wider open this way, he wasn't in danger of coming for quite awhile. Let her pleasure herself-while she pleasures me!
His rigid upright slicked up and down in a constant abrasion of the slippery walls of the furiously pumping woman's vagina. Cunt that had never known cock slithered up and down the big stick and loved it.
He watched the way her hips squirmed, all succulent and womanly and eager. He saw the vibrant twitches jerk in her narrow little belly and he felt the same sort of convulsive movements in his own hotly sheathed cock. And she'd thought she was a lesbian! Christ, the poor darling dummy-man and cock were where she was at! She was going like a machine. The unashamedly passionate girl was perfectly built for love, normal love, this kind of love, cock-into-cunt lovemaking and she went after it with a fantastic enthusiasm and exuberance.
He stared up at her. She was half-hysterical with pleasure and yearning, her cunt's membranous walls jealously embracing the need-throbbing fleshpole that distended it into an enforced new shape, her body jerking fitfully, her mouth gasping and panting with pleasure and passion.
Her delighted lover gazed up at her luscious ultra-womanly tits. He watched them heave and sway up and down, to-and-fro. They were all agleam with lustful heat, each luscious titty-globe jumping wildly with the writhings and contortions of her jiggling hips.
Unable to resist, he reached for those sexy tits.
"O-o-o-o-ohhhhhh," she sighed, at the feel of his fingers on her naked breasts.
He encased the soft conformations of sexy flesh in upward gliding fingers and his palms pressed up against the rounded fullness of their undersides.
"Oh, ohhh... oh yes baby, yes darling... that's nice... play with my titties!"
"PLAY with them! I'm going to pull these big knockers off and eat them up!"
His hands tightened around the curvy expanses of her swollen, resilient breasts, tugging, pulling her irresistibly down toward him while she remained seated astride him with his cock standing straight up inside her. He could feel her cunt, rich with heated oils, clasping the full length of his hard-on.
He let those pleasurable mounds lie balanced on his palms, which he cupped slightly without squeezing while he delighted in their softness and sexy warmth against his hands. Silk, satin, velvet, nylon... none of these would do for proper comparison with the buttery, so-soft sleekness of rich, firm, naked female tit.
His hands tightened more and more on soft ivory flesh, treating her tits like meat, making her really feel it, making her wince so that her pussy squirmed around on his cock in changing squeezing pressures.
Holding her breasts, he began lifting and tugging, guiding her up-and-down movements.
With his fingers pressing deeply into yielding tit flesh, he pulled her down and down, until she lay full length upon him. The hard meat of his hot prick remained inside her. His tongue slithered into her mouth, twisted and turned and then began a fucking motion, in and out between the sighing woman's rounded lips.
Turning her onto her side, he faced her in the same position. Two swift hard jerks of his pelvis, while his hands held her hips to keep her own crotch in position, rocked her so that she gasped and her eyes rolled up.
"Th-that was ni-ice... " she gasped, slowly, languidly. "The... new position... now... now would you just... get on me again and do it to me the right way?"
"There are lots of ways," he grinned. "They're all the right way." Tucking his head forward, he nipped one dark nipple between his lips and pulled strongly.
"You know what I... mean," she sighed, as if weary. "I just want... want to be pounded... "
Her naked, burning body glowed with love and unleashed desire. He came atop her, sprawling between her legs, slipping a hand into the hollow behind her left knee and then the right so that her soles were flat on the bed on either side of him. Then he began shagging her, hard.
The nakedly sprawled woman smiled. His hard body was grinding onto hers, into hers, slamming down onto the muscular bulge of her mound, which tingled vibrantly. Her cunt contracted convulsively, in sheer joyous lust. Soft sounds of great pleasure flowed steadily from her parted lips. She seemed to have an awareness of her every single pore. And every one was filled to overflowing with pleasure.
The insistence of his movements atop her, the feel of his fleecy pubic hair on her own lightly bushed mound, the constant delving pressure inside her of hot, throbbing, tingling cock, gliding again and again over the sensitive pink tissues of her inner body, the wet humid sounds of his in and out stroking... all of it had her nearly sobbing while her hips were thrashing desperately in delirious pleasure.
Ripples of lubricious arousal played over her sweat-covered skin. Again and again he was digging up her pelvis. The clinging folds of her cunt were prised wide open by shuttling, broad cock. Savagely hard, thick hard-on slammed up against the far end of her pussy, where it was sorely bruising her cervix.
Good-it didn't get enough attention anyway!
Soft and exquisitely rounded, her body trembled and bounced under his.
Soft melon tits jiggled and flaunted their nipples. Her mouth was slack. She went taut all over, straining... and came, weeping in happiness.
He raised himself above her, staring into her eyes.
"I do love you, Rosalind," he told her and was squeezed almost violently.
"Oh I love you," she throated intensely.
Holding himself aloft on his palms so that only their humid bellies and loins remained joined, he began to fuck her with love, stroking slowly, gently-and long.
He screwed her that way until it built unbearably up in him at last and he came, in a hoselike spraying of her interior with his seed. She drew him down lovingly while his softening prick still twitched in her and they slid back into sleep. She had never been so happy.