Chapter 1
"It's so ... so perfect, Paul!" Connie gasped as she hugged her husband joyfully and danced her eyes around the living room of their new home. "Everything's beautiful, just the way we talked about. Oh, darling, I love you! I never thought I could be so happy!"
Paul cupped her face in his strong hands, and his thumbs gently brushed away her tears. He was grinning down at her with obvious delight, enjoying the wonderful moment of her surprise and happiness.
"You don't know how glad I am to hear that, honey. I knew how you hated that apartment of mine, and I wanted everything to be just right for us. I wanted us to come back from our honeymoon to a real home instead of ... "
Connie impulsively smothered his words with a kiss, and her whole body tingled in a wave of sheer joy. Until five short days ago she wouldn't have thought herself capable of crying from such utter and complete fulfillment. When Paul had first asked her to be his wife, she hadn't let herself believe that he was really serious. Why would Paul Baker, a handsome aspiring young law student, want to marry such a shy, quiet girl as her?
Connie's own fears and disbelief had almost made her turn him down.
But now she knew beyond any qualms that she really was his wife, that her honeymoon wasn't some beautiful dream from which she would abruptly and horribly awaken. She was Mrs. Paul Baker, and he really did love her-enough to break through her shyness, enough to crumble all the defenses and inhibitions that had kept her a virgin to the age of twenty-one, enough to give her a home of her very own. Connie couldn't stop the tears. She didn't want to.
And that knowledge made the touch of Paul's lips sweep through her body like an electric current. Suddenly she felt herself melting against him, and her tongue playfully darted past his firm white teeth to lick and taste his.
Paul gasped at her unexpected horniness. His cock automatically leaped up to press against her belly, and a delicious surge of heat swept through Connie.
Instantly she felt the familiar pangs of lust, the itching and moistening in her cunt for his hard unyielding prick. In the past five days she had begun to learn the pleasure of sex-real sex, not merely the occasional clit-rubbing fantasies that had gotten her through high school and two years of college. The honeymoon changed all that. Now the touch of Paul's hard cock pressing against her body made her little-used cunt all squishy and hot with a gush of horny juices.
Connie broke off the kiss long enough to smile tantalizingly as her greedy hands reached down to rub the bulge of his prick, making it strain even harder in the encumbrance of his jeans.
"Darling," she whispered in a voice that cracked with sudden overwhelming need. "Oh, I love you so much, Paul. I ... I want you, I want to feel you inside me. Please, please ..."
Paul's face flushed in a mixture of surprise and lust at his bride's abrupt horniness. He gave her a lopsided grin that twitched as her hands eagerly ran over the denim length of his rigid cock and cupped his warm, heavy balls. His voice made a cracked attempt to joke.
"Right here, in the middle of the afternoon? Don't you even want to get used to the place first? God, what a shameless wench my wife has become!"
But his joking attitude didn't stop him from allowing himself to be pulled down to the shag-carpeted floor as Connie pulled his hard lean body to hers, at the same time fumbling with his belt. She licked her full lips and glanced at him impishly, not trying to hide the pure hunger in her expression.
"Our honeymoon isn't over yet, buster!" she said. "And besides, we have to break in our new home sometime, don't we?"
The itching in her cunt was growing more and more demanding, more and more eager to be filled by Paul's long, stiff hot prick. Connie's shoulder-length blonde curls spread themselves over the carpet, and Paul's lips came down on hers in a deep probing kiss as her hands plunged beneath his jeans to grasp his cock.
He groaned beneath her clutching fingers, and his hands instantly leaped to her pale blue T-shirt and jerked it up to her shoulders, displaying her bare creamy-white tits with their upright pink nubs.
For a moment-the merest flicker of an instant-Connie hesitated. They had never done anything like this in broad daylight before-at least, not without a blanket or sheet to cover them. Paul, knowing how shy and easily embarrassed she could be, had never tried to force the matter.
But everything was happening so suddenly-the new house, her own overwhelming surge of joy and sudden horniness-that now she felt a fresh wave of pleasure just seeing the way he was looking down on her bare, pert little tits, feasting his eyes on them. Connie could clearly see the hunger in his face, and instead of being embarrassed she felt a totally new thrill of excitement that sent the ache in her cunt soaring in a new gush of hot steamy cream.
Glowing in this strange new sensation, sliding one hand up and down the pole of his throbbing cock while the other rubbed his sweating bristle-fuzzed balls, Connie felt no shame or embarrassment at all. In fact, she suddenly wanted him to see her completely, to see and touch and kiss every crevice and curve of her body.
Tauntingly she arched her back, making her firm small breasts jut out toward his face and the little inflamed nipples stand even more erect.
"Oh, touch them, baby. You want to, I can see it! Kiss them, Paul. Suck them and kiss them until I can't stand it any more! Please, before I go crazy!"
Now it was Paul's turn to lick his dry lips. "Anything you want, honey. Never let it be said I wasn't a dutiful hus ..."
Even as he spoke, Connie thrust her pert boobs at his mouth. Paul's tongue flicked out and caressed one of them, licking wet trails all around its quivering whiteness before concentrating on the taut straining nipple.
Connie watched in horny fascination as he teased the pale pink, bumpy peak, sending shivers through her. Then his rough tongue darted across the nub of her nipple, lengthening it even more with his caress. His hand was playing with her other tit, kneading its rigidity with his palm. Connie giggled at the sight of her boob disappearing inside Paul's mouth.
Her panties were soaked completely through, and her cunt gushed beneath her skirt and dribbled its precious juice down the juncture of her thighs and tickled the few tiny blonde curls that ended abruptly at the moist pink puckered eye of her asshole. She saw his cheeks hollow inward as he sucked her small breast completely into the warmth of his mouth, and just the act of watching sent shudders through her like nothing she had ever felt before.
The excitement of seeing him kiss and fondle her tits made Connie moan in a release of pent-up breath. "Oh, darling, more, do me all the way . . . mmm ... it tingles so! Do all of me ... oh it feels so good!"
Paul needed no further urging. Knowing what she wanted and how she wanted it, he moved his mouth away from her slick wet tits and ran kisses down her rippling belly. He grabbed the elastic waistband of her skirt and tugged it down while his tongue probed deep into the tiny dark pit of her navel. Connie groaned and lifted her hips, letting him inch her skirt down in a crisp crinkle of fabric until it slipped from her legs, displaying the white cuntjuice-soaked triangle of her panties.
Connie couldn't take her eyes from him, not even as his hands pushed at her sticky panties, and the first delicate blonde-brown curls of her yearning pussy popped free. His body shifted half-around, and now both her hands were pumping his cock in rhythm to the wave of lust that seared through her.
Paul's fingers slid across her thighs and pushed her panties down until her legs slipped free of them. Now Connie was almost totally nude beneath the gaze of her husband, clothed only by the band of the T-shirt pushed up around her shoulders. For the very first time, she was letting him see her body in broad daylight without making any attempt to cover herself. And she felt no embarrassment at all. She wanted him to see her now, to know every inch of her completely.
After all Paul had given her-love, marriage, a wonderful new life, and now this beautiful home for them both. How much was it asking that she overcome all the inhibitions and shyness of a life that had been so empty before she met him?
And how much better it would be if she happened to enjoy it!
Paul's mouth moved lower, caressing the first dew-drenched hairs that guarded her burning cunt, and Connie spread her legs wide without shame, giving him a complete view of her damp pussy. His hips had moved nearly to meet her face, and Connie could smell the sweet-acrid sweat of his lust for her, while her hands jerked his demin-hidden cock faster.
Paul stared down at her pink slit and the wet cream that dribbled from between her flaring open cuntlips. His voice reached her, cracked and hungry: "It's beautiful . . . more perfect than I even imagined. So sweet and perfumed . . . needing to be kissed. That's just what it needs, baby."
He bent down, his lips brushed against the slit of her gaping cunt, and his tongue slid tenderly down the length of it.
Connie gasped and arched her soft-cheeked ass up as if his tongue were a magnet. Paul's strong hands were wrapped around her hips, and he pulled her asscheeks apart until her honey-sweetened asshole winked open.
"Beautiful," he whispered as though in a trance. "Beautiful, perfect little ass, so soft and wet He kissed the tight lips of her puckered little hole, ran his tongue all over the rim and unexpectedly dug in.
Connie had never felt anything like it before. Her body surged in the ecstasy of having Paul's tongue lick her asshole-just like a soft slurpy cock-soothing her tensed ass-muscles, filling her shitter with wet warmth, and she wished suddenly that it was his cock, plunging its load of hot jism completely into her. Her hips jerked in rhythm to Paul's probing tongue, and small purring sounds escaped her throat.
"Oh ... oh baby," she gasped. "I want you in me everywhere, do it ... do it, oh . . . mmm . . . baby! My cunt . . . suck my cunt ... oh it itches. Fuck me, fuck me in the ass! Oh in my cunt . . . Paul!"
Paul's tongue slid free of her winking asshole and moved up, pushing apart her sweet cuntlips, lapping at her hair-covered cunt. He dipped briefly into the flowing well of her juices, then moved up to tickle the tiny hooded bump of her clit.
Connie's eyes glazed as fire burst from the very core of her little cunt, and she gave a small cry as he licked and teased, sending her toward an oblivion unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Hazily, she grew aware of the cock in her hands-the pulsing live prick so close to her face. While Paul's tongue sent shivering paroxysms through her stiff clit, Connie saw her own hands pulling and tugging at his jeans, allowing his hard reddened prick to spring free.
Paul's cock was huge-over seven inches long. She'd never seen any other man's cock before, except in pictures, and she hadn't ever seen Paul's cock like this, so enormous and nakedly powerful in the deepening light of late afternoon. Her hands closed around it once more, and she saw the inflamed tip glisten with wetness as it reached for her, mere inches from her face.
Connie had never really examined it before this moment. She had touched it once or twice for brief instants, had felt it plunge into her small cunt in a wonderful mixture of pain and pleasure, had even then been a little frightened by the very hugeness of it. And now, hypnotized by the throbbing, quivering cock in her hands, Connie leaned forward and kissed it.
Paul groaned, and his tongue attacked her hard little clit unmercifully. Connie licked the droplets of pre-cum from the tip of his prick and discovered that she didn't mind the taste of it at all. She kissed the sensitive red cockhead and opened her mouth to engulf it.
Paul's body jerked, and suddenly his prick leaped into her throat, forcing apart her wet lips and jamming in hilt-deep.
"Oh, God," she heard him moan as his cock began to pump into her mouth, "don't stop, baby don't stop! Suck me, that's it, suck, suck ..."
His tongue hardened and plunged into her cunt. Connie rose off the floor to receive it, filled with mingled pleasure and fear as his cock threatened to choke her. She sucked, drawing her head back and forth just like a wet, tight cunt in rhythm to Paul's guiding tongue, until she could taste the gathering salty flavor of his hot jism. The taste made her head pump even faster, while his tongue darted deeper and deeper into her cunt. Suddenly she pulled back, her body heaving with urgency.
"Fuck me!" she cried out. "Oh, Paul, fuck me! Baby, stick it into me . . . oh, your beautiful, beautiful long sweet stick!"
The pleading in her voice penetrated Paul, and he quickly drew his tongue out and crawled around to straddle Connie's gaping-wide legs. He had no time to hesitate as her hands clutched claw-like into the cheeks of his ass and wrenched, shoving his cockhead completely into her cunt.
Connie cried out at the abruptness of her own actions, but this time there was no pain at all. Just wave upon wave of hunger, climbing one on top of the other as his hard cock pushed into her, forced apart the soaked lips of her pussy and dove deep into her tight hole. Her fingernails raked red trails across his asscheeks, and her hips lifted to take in all of him until the very base of his prick jammed against the bump of her clit and his furry balls mashed against her pink gaping asshole.
"Oh, honey, screw me . . . fuck me ... oh . . . ohhh ..."
Connie writhed wildly as Paul revolved his hips, sinking into her with searing need, until she thought the very walls of her little-used pussy would burst apart. Deeper and deeper he plunged, and Connie felt herself coming again and again.
This was how she wanted it-to be the slave of Paul's cock, to feel it controlling her with each twist and plunge. Like a part of Paul, gripping his ass until she felt wetness under her fingernails, Connie clung to the cock that soothed her terrible itch and made her brain cloud with fulfillment, faster and faster until it seemed it would never end, and she would never want it to . . .
Vaguely she heard Paul's heaving gasps. His body tautened with final driving force, and her hips lifted to meet him. Steaming jism spurted into her, and Connie's oblivion made her cry out as she rose to catch it all-every last precious drop. Paul made a hissing sound in his throat, and they clung to each other as they came in unison, draining them totally.
Then they collapsed together in a heap, with a final lingering kiss to seal the final dregs of their fucking. Paul's chin was still wet and sticky with Connie's cunt juice, but she didn't care. His cum dribbled from her warm, full cunt, making it tingle.
"Mmm, that was good," she sighed, then smiled mischievously. "Now our new home isn't a virgin any more, is it?"
Paul laughed out loud, and his hand trailed tenderly across her softly heaving chest. "I begin to suspect that I'm married to a nut . . . and an insatiable little nut, at that. I've never seen you so, so . . . Oh, shit, honey, if I'd known you'd be that way, we would have spent our entire honeymoon here. I never thought a fuck could be that good. Damn, my ass hurts!"
Connie wrinkled her nose playfully. She could feel the slight stirring of his cock still lodged in her sopping twat, and it made her want to laugh with pure uninhibited joy. "Don't use those words. They sound so naughty!" she said teasingly.
He chuckled, and the vibrations that jiggled his cock inside her made Connie tingle all over. "And the fact that the two of us are lying here like this right in the middle of the day isn't naughty. Besides, you were carrying on pretty well, yourself: 'Oh, honey, screw me, fuck me . . . ' "
Connie gave a giggling gasp of horror and slapped a hand over his mouth. "I did not! I never say things like that!" But she knew, even as she denied it, that she had.
For the first time since their marriage-for the very first time in her entire sheltered life-she had felt the complete freedom of release. She could remember all her mother's lectures and warnings, and they all seemed so silly now. Sex wasn't a bad or nasty thing at all, and with each passing day she was growing to like it more and more.
Do you hear that, Mom? Connie thought with a giggle. I like it!
"God, I love you so much, Paul," she whispered huskily, wriggling to make his cock feel alive and horny again.
Paul smiled. "I love you too, baby." Then his smile grew into a hungry grin as her wriggling had its effect. "And to prove that, I think we ought to consecrate every room right now. Let's see . . . including the upstairs, there are seven altogether, you know."
Connie reached down and slapped his sore ass playfully. "How did I ever get tied up with such a sex maniac? And one who can't even count, no less! Aren't there any closets in this place?"
They laughed together, and she pulled his head down for a kiss, a kiss that instantly grew fervent and demanding.
Then someone hammered on the front door and a man's voice shouted, "Hey, you kids, open up! It's not polite to keep guests with gifts waiting!"