Chapter 13

"I love you!"

Clay looked up smiling as Alison's voice came ringingly out of the bathroom, reaching him where he sat in one of the hotel room's two easy chairs. He was naked. His hand was toying with his cock. It was an idle toying; he wasn't trying to make it hard. But he had. It was hard, a thick glistening shaft with a big pulsing crown that was deeply pink with its engorging blood.

"I love you, too, baby. And you'd better drag ass in here pretty damned soon!"

"Oh please," she called in a high, squeaky voice. "Don't rush me, sweetheart. You KNOW I'm a virgin, and I know this is our honeymoon, and believe me I want you. But...I'm a little scared.. . . "

Clay grinned. A game already, and on the first night of their life together; the evening of the day of their wedding. OK, he mused, he'd play that game.

The day of their wedding. He wondered if ever a bridegroom had been kissed as he had been. He knew he hadn't married just Alison Spencer-now

McConnel. He had married her mother, and her sisters, and the family maid, and the wife of the family gardener-handyman. And for all he knew, there was an assortment of aunts and cousins, just as sexy and free of hang-ups as Alison and Alexandra, Monica and Melanie, Mary and Debbie!

His "virgin" bride entered the dimly lit room, lovely with her jet hair down, a mocha-colored nightie of wispy nylon billowing and whispering about her in yards and yards of net. Playing shy, she came over to where he sat.

Her blue eyes went wide and stared. "DAR-ling! You're PLAYING with yourself I"

"I'm anxious," he told her.

She forgot all about the virgin bride routine. "But you shouldn't do that...I'll play with that lovely thing. You keep your hands busy with ME!"

He chuckled, running his hand up and down her thigh, through the wispy gown. "You're starting out early as a dictatorial nagging wife."

She chuckled. "What do you want, a 'Please let me love up your cock while you do...ahh, this and that with me'? "

"Not necessary," he said, and pulled her up close to the chair. He hoisted her billowing skirts, admiring her knees and thighs along the way. When he had bared her newly-clipped, black furred vulva, he pressed his mouth to it in a lingering kiss.

She trembled. "Uh-o-o-o-oohhh...Clayy-y-y...."

Clinging to her buttocks with both hands, he grew more involved in what he was doing. And she sighed and trembled.

The marvelous mouth muffing her filled her with warm glows of pleasure; made her shiver and make little vocal sighing sounds of pure delight. Her hips arched automatically to his beloved face while he licked the full lips that framed the warm, damp opening of her cunt.

"Oh darling," she sighed, her voice wispy as her bride's gown.

The standing woman moaned and shivered and squirmed, suffering from an excess of moisture in the vagina. The knobby little head of her lust-trigger pushed resolutely forth, wet from the copious syrup of her overworking glands. Long and wet, his tongue teased over her clitoris, and she jerked violently. Almost instantly, her nipples rose stiffly up from the massy mounds of her breasts.

He licked, swallowing her fluids and making splashing sounds in them with his tongue, until she moaned in orgasm and sank to her knees.

Soon after, it was her tongue that was busy, lewdly licking over the glistening head of his erection. With a hand on her gently bobbing head, pressing down into the mass of shining black hair, he sighed. He looked around the room, tired to hold back his sexuality by thinking about the wedding, their presents.

There had been a lot of them. The Spencers had money. Most exciting, though, had been the private, open-later gifts.

While his woman sucked his cock, he thought about them, and the thinking did nothing to hold back the tightening of his balls.

One present had been to him, for Alison: a new corset, of lace-up latex. It was an eighteen-inch little thing, for him to begin reducing her waist even further-and Alison had squealed happily over it!

Another gift was a branding iron, with an M for McConnel. It, too, had been given to Clay. For Alison. Thinking about it and wondering if he would use it, he began hunching in to fuck her sweetly sucking face.