Chapter 3
Len and Cindy were getting ready for bed. He eyed his pretty little blonde wife hungrily. "I'm sorry about last night, honey," he said sheepishly. "Guess I just had too much champagne at the reception."
"That's all right, Len, Cindy purred.
She could afford to be good-natured. Her pussy still glowed with satisfaction from the super fuck Tex had given her.
"Well, it's not gonna be like that tonight," Len grinned. "I'm sober and raring to go." Oh-oh, Cindy thought.
She couldn't see any way out of fucking him. He was her husband, after all, and he had his rights. She wanted to keep this marriage going, too, for the sake of herself and her family. She just wished Len turned her on more, the way Tex did. She found it hard to get excited about a man who was old enough to be her father.
"Here, honey," Len was saying, "I'd like you to wear this. I would have given it to you last night, if T hadn't been so out of it."
He handed Cindy a package, and she opened it and squealed with delight. It was a beautiful white silk nightgown, high-necked, ruffled and old-fashioned. Cindy had never owned a nightgown before, let alone one this pretty and expensive.
"Wow, Len, it's beautiful," she said.
"You go put it on, honey," Len said, "and I'll be waiting for you."
As he spoke, he removed his shirt, and Cindy saw the thick-furred expanse of his chest, densely matted with black and silver hairs. She reddened and hurried into the bathroom. Why did his powerful hairy body turn her off? She'd just have to conquer her repulsion tonight, because Len was intent on fucking her.
Cindy put on the silk gown and looked at herself in the mirror. Why, that nightie made her look about twelve years old. She couldn't figure it. Why didn't Len want her to wear something sexy instead of this little girl outfit? With her face scrubbed clean of make-up and her straight blonde hair hanging down her back, she certainly didn't look like a grown woman.
Cindy shrugged. It didn't really matter. All that mattered was getting it over with, letting Len claim his marital rights. She forced a smile on her face and returned to the bedroom. Len was lying on top of the covers, wearing a short robe that showed his hairy chest and legs. When he saw Cindy, his eyes widened wonderingly.
"Fantastic," he said, "just the effect I wanted. Why, sugar, you look just like a little girl." He moved over to make room for her.
"I know," Cindy pouted. "This is a gown for a little kid, Len."
"Exactly," he grinned.
Observing the horny leer in his eyes, Cindy suddenly understood. Len had a thing about very young girls. That was why he'd married her. Even eighteen wasn't young enough for him. He wanted to dress her up like a twelve-year-old and then fuck her. Cindy shuddered as she got onto the bed. Len reached for her and drew her into his arms.
He kissed her expertly, sliding his tongue across hers, exploring her mouth. Cindy didn't like the idea of kissing him, and yet she felt a little tingle of excitement down in her pussy. Well, obviously Len would have to be an accomplished lover. He'd been around awhile and had known lots of women.
He eased her down on her back and began open- ing the buttons of her high-necked gown. "We're just gonna take it nice an' slow, honey," he said soothingly. "I wanta make it real good for your first time."
Cindy reddened. Thank God Len didn't know that she'd already lost her cherry—this afternoon in the barn with Tex. Jesus, he'd have a shit fit if he ever found out. She lay there looking as innocent as possible, glad that she was blushing. Len would think it was a blush of shyness, not guilt. He got the buttons undone and drew open the top of her nightie to expose her bare tits. He gazed hungrily at the grapefruit-size globes.
"Gorgeous," he sighed. "Hardly got to see those pretty tits last night."
Cindy braced herself as he reached for her tits. She hadn't liked his touch at all last night. His hot hands closed firmly over the pouting globes of her creamy-pale tits. He squeezed and molded the silky throbbing flesh. It was very strange—she didn't want this man to touch her, and yet his expert touch sent ripples of pleasure right down to her pussy.
Her large rosy-red nipples were soft against his hot palms but, as he played with her tits, the delicious stimulation got to her, and her nipples began to stiffen. The soft cones quivered, throbbed, and ripened into rigid hard nubs. Her nipples were doubly sensitive when they were stiff. Cindy quivered.
"Just take it easy, sugar," Len whispered. "I ain't gonna hurt you."
He'd mistaken her quivering for nervousness. Little did he know that her teenage pussy was starting to swell and moisten with lust. Though she'd far rather have been with Tex in this king-size bed, somehow Len was getting her hot and horny. His touch was more sure, more expert, than Tex's.
He fondled and squeezed her tits until they were swollen and pulsing, the nipples standing up red and rigid. He left her tits that way, sticking out tautly from the open front of her gown. He reached for the hem of her nightie and slowly raised the garment. Cindy quivered again, half aroused and half repulsed.
"I can hardly wait to see that cute little pussy of yours," Len said huskily.
He drew her nightgown clear up to her waist and tucked it under the taut rounds of her little ass. Her whole lower belly was exposed. Len reached out to pet the dainty golden triangle of her bush, and Cindy steeled herself not to flinch in disgust. He pressed the springy curls, and she felt a hot burst of excitement in her moistening slit. She just couldn't understand what was going on. How could the man turn her off and yet get her so excited? "Let me see that pussy, honey," Len panted. "We'll just get your legs open here."
Cindy stayed limp, letting him do whatever he wanted with her. What choice did she have? He was her husband, and her pussy belonged to him. Len spread her legs very wide and bent them back at the knees, totally exposing the gleaming pink flesh of her slit. He moved quickly to kneel between her splayed thighs.
"Fantastic little pussy," he sighed. "I just gotta play with it, honey. I think you'll like that."
Cindy managed a weak smile. She'd experienced incredible pleasure that afternoon when Tex fingered her pussy, but then she was hot for Tex. She wasn't hot for Len. She lay there quivering, legs lewdly spread, waiting to see what he'd do to her. He was gawking at her pussy, licking his lips. Then his hand went out, and she felt a delicious feathery tickling all over her swelling gash.
"Ummmm," she cried. It was an involuntary cry of pleasure.
Len glanced at her with hot, glazed eyes. "Yeah, it feels good, doesn't it, baby?" he said hoarsely. "I'll give you plenty of it. I'll play with your pussy till you're real good an' hot for me."
Don't hold your breath, Cindy thought.
But, dammit, it felt terrific, the way he ran his tickling fingers up and down the supersensitive flesh of her steamy little slit. He gently parted the blonde-furred lips of her cunt and isolated the pea-size rosy lump of her clit. He pressed a fingertip to the moist throbbing bud and began to rub it in a circular motion. Cindy felt fiery pleasure ripping through her pussy.
"Ooooooo," she squealed.
He leered at her. "You like that, sugar?" he said. "You like it when I rub your clit?"
Cindy faked a shy nod. She liked it, all right. She loved it. But she didn't want to tell him that, somehow. He grinned and went on rimming and massaging her horny little clit with his firm fingertip. It felt fantastically good. Cindy struggled not to whine with excitement as pleasure overtook her.
He rubbed faster on her silky hot joy button. Damn him, he knew just how to frig her, just how to drive her out of her mind with pleasure. She didn't love her new husband, but she had to admit that so far he was terrific in bed. She stopped fighting the delicious sensations. She just lay there flushed and quivering as he frigged her clit.
As her excitement mounted, her tiny cunt-mouth began to leak its steaming thick cream. The hot juice seeped over her pussy and touched Len's rimming finger. He felt it, grinned knowingly, and dabbled his fingertip in the puddling cream. His finger slick with her juice, he massaged her clit again, faster and harder now.
"Ohhhh," Cindy moaned. "OOHHHHH!"
She couldn't control herself any longer, didn't even want to. She arched her pussy up, rubbing her swollen, hot joy button against Len's stroking finger. Her syrupy cream gushed from her cunt and trickled down the crack of her ass. She didn't care who was frigging her pussy now, just as long as he got off.
"Oh, Christ, Len," the girl whimpered, "that's so good. Frig my clit, make me come." Len chuckled and seized her soaked slick clit be- tween his thumb and forefinger. He started kneading the wet lump fast and roughly, tugging and squeezing it. Cindy gasped and almost came. Violent waves of pleasure washed through her belly, and her cunt-juice spilled out in a hot flood. She just had to get off, she had to!
"Uhhhhh, yeah, just a little more," she whined. "Yeah, frig me, Len. I'm gonna come. Oh, shit, almost there."
At that moment, as she hovered on the very brink of coming, Len let go of her clit. She gawked at him in disappointment, but he just grinned wickedly.
"Uh-uh, baby," he said, "I'm not bringing you off yet. I want you real hot for me when we fuck. You're just gonna have to wait for my cock to get you off."
"Shit," Cindy whined.
"Now, don't be so impatient, honey," Len chuckled. "My, my, I didn't think my little wife was gonna be this horny. I sure lucked out."
Cindy warned herself to watch it. She had to act more innocent, more virginal. She didn't want Len to guess that she'd already fucked another guy. She batted her blue eyes at him and said nothing more. He leered at her as he slid his fingers deeper in her soaked, swollen gash. She felt his thick fingertip rimming the drooling hollow of her cuntmouth.
"How'd you like a nice stiff finger up your pussy, honey?" Len said hoarsely.
Jesus, would she ever! But keeping with her virginal act, Cindy just nodded bashfully. Len grinned at her—she wished he'd stop leering at her in that knowing way. She felt his thick stiff middle finger wedging into her snug, slick fuck-hole. Thinking she was still cherry, he pushed into her slowly, his big finger deliciously stuffing her horny little fuck-hole.
"Ooooo," Cindy squealed, too excited to be careful. "Ooooo, yes, Len, stick your finger up my cunt. Jesus, that feels GREAT!"
"My cock's gonna feel even better," he grinned, "but we'll go with this for now."
He slid his stiffened finger down to the last knuckle in the fiery pulp of her cunt. He shivered with lusty anticipation as he felt the boiling inside of his wife's teenage pussy. Her twat was fantastically tight, hot and juicy. It was going to feel terrific around his swollen cock. But he wanted her to be fully ready for his dick, so he patiently began to finger fuck her.
"Ahhhhh," Cindy groaned. "That's it, Len, fuck me with your finger. AHHHHH!"
It felt so good to have something thick and hard in her famished little cunt. She moaned and arched her body up, taking his finger as deep as she could in the seething juicy tube of her twat. Len stared at her wonderingly. He could hardly believe an eighteen-year-old virgin could be this lusty and uninhibited.
"Fuck me with it!" she gasped. "Fuck me good and hard. Oh, shit, yes, keep doing that."
Len rammed his finger up and down in the mushy tight sheath of her cunt, and she jerked her hips in time to his strokes, seeking more and more red-hot friction. Her eyes were squeezed shut in ecstasy. Her petite curvy body was flushed with lusty arousal. Len felt her cunt-juice gushing around his jerking finger in an endless flood.
"That ol' finger feels pretty good in your pussy, doesn't it, baby?" he said. "Yeah, let me give it to you harder."
"OHHHH!" Cindy wailed.
She drove her pussy up to meet the deep, rough thrusts of his thick finger. She hardly cared what he thought of her now. She felt reckless, careless. All that mattered was getting off, finding some relief for the burning need in her cunt. She grunted and worked her twat hard and fast around his thick, spearing finger.
"Uhhhh, give it to me," she cried. "Make me come, Len. I'll die if I don't come. Oh, shit, yes, just a little more. Frig meeeee!"
Len was very experienced with women, and he knew when she was about to come. He felt her slick, strong cuntal walls tensing around his finger, heard her gasp as her climax got close. He whipped his finger out of her tugging box. Cindy moaned with frustration, her hips writhing helplessly. She urgently needed that hard, stiff presence in her cunt.
"Not yet, honey," Len said soothingly. "I'll get you off, but not with my finger. I just wanta make sure you're ready."
Ready? Cindy was so ready, she could have screamed. But she had to keep up the illusion that she was an innocent virgin. If she begged Len to shove his big cock into her, she'd give the show away. All she could do was lie there flushed and panting, looking as innocent as possible. Once more Len slid his hand into her slit, which by now was red-hot, swollen, and drenched with cunt-juice.
She felt his slick fingertip rimming the little wrinkled mouth of her asshole. "Eeeeeee!" she squealed.
"Figured you'd like that," Len chuckled. "I bet you'd like my finger up your ass, too, wouldn't you, honey?"
"Y-yesssss," Cindy stammered, dizzy with need. "Jesus, yes, stick your finger up my ass, Len."
"Why, you horny little thing," he grinned, "you're a natural-born fucker, I can see that."
Not quite natural—she'd had a little coaching from Tex. She remembered how terrific it had felt when Tex poked his big callused finger up her bumhole. It felt just as thrilling now as Len wedged his big fingertip inside her asshole and then slid the stiff finger fully into her, spearing deep into her bowels.
"AHHHHH!" Cindy wailed. "Shit, yes, fuck my ass with your finger! Fuck HARD!"
Len shook his head in wonder. He'd never seen a young girl so hot, so naturally lusty. It excited the hell out of him, and so did the fact that in that prim white nightgown she looked young enough to be his granddaughter. He leered down at the panting girl and began to jerk his thick finger up and down in her searing-hot little asshole. He felt the pungent tube grip and tug greedily at his finger.
"Fuck, shit, YEAH!" Cindy babbled. "Fuck my asshole, Len. Ooooo, I LOVE IT!"
Thick hot cream poured from her little cunt-mouth, spilling onto his hand and streaming down her little ass-crack. Len reamed her red-hot bumhole hard and fast with his finger, struggling to contain his mounting lust as he watched her. She groaned, clawed the bedspread, and jerked her hips furiously, working her horny asshole around his big finger.
"Uhhhh, love it, LOVE IT!" Cindy screeched.
Len saw her little body quiver and then stiffen as she once more trembled on the verge of coming. He almost hated to cheat her of that desperately-needed climax, but he wanted to save her wild lust for when they fucked. He popped his finger out of her gripping asshole, and again she moaned in frustration.
"Oh, God, Len, please," Cindy groaned. "I can't stand it. I have to come. PLEASE!"
"Please what, baby?" he leered.
Why be shy any more? It was a little late for that. "Please fuck me," Cindy said hoarsely. "Fuck me right now, Len. I have to have it!"
"Okay, sugar." He chuckled. "If you insist.
You sure seem ready enough. That little pussy of yours just won't stop creaming. But remember, fucking might hurt you a little the first time."
Tell me about it, Cindy thought impatiently. She vividly recalled Tex's huge cock jamming into her like a baseball bat, and her terrible fear that it would split her in half. Now she knew better. She knew her elastic cunt would expand to take even the biggest cock. The bigger, the better, as far as she was concerned.
"I'm not afraid, Len," she panted. "Just do it to me. Put your cock in me."
This was the moment Len had waited for ever since he first laid eyes on her, the moment when he'd use his steel-hard swollen dick to bust through her teenage cherry. He opened his robe and tossed it aside. Cindy gawked at his powerful, hairy body. Her wide eyes dropped to his cock. It was huge, even bigger than Tex's prick.
Len's eight-incher stood up rigidly from a nest of black and silver cock hairs. His prick looked just as thick as her wrist, and the great knobby head was bloated, purple, and drooling big globs of juice. His balls were enormous, taut, and thick with hair. Cindy felt repulsed and excited at the same time.
"Here we go, baby," Len rasped, crawling between her outstretched legs. "I'll fuck that little pussy of yours real good."
Cindy was too horny to speak. Whatever she felt about Len as a husband, she needed his huge hard cock, needed it urgently. He crouched over her, his thick chest hair tickling the stiff points of her nipples. She felt him touch the huge knob of his cock-head to the wet hollow of her cunt-mouth. She moaned with need.
"Hurry, Len, shove your cock in me," she panted. "I want it NOW!"
Still thinking his little blonde bride was a virgin, Len slid his steel-hard prick into her slowly and carefully. He whined with pleasure as he felt his swollen meat sheathed in fiery-hot slick flesh. Her box was delightfully tight around his dick. He dipped gradually into the steamy pulp, panting, till he felt his cock-head touch her womb.
"There, baby, I'm all the way in," he gasped. "Hope it doesn't hurt you too much."
Hurt, hell. Cindy was out of her mind with pleasure as she felt his thick eight-incher stuffing her horny little fuck-hole. But she couldn't let him guess she wasn't a virgin. She whimpered as if he might be hurting her and pushed feebly at his broad shoulders.
"Shit, baby, I'm sorry," Len groaned, "but it won't hurt for long. It'd kill me to take my cock out of you now, you understand? I gotta fuck this nice tight pussy."
Cindy stifled a giggle. That was just what she wanted him to do, fuck the living shit out of her horny little cunt. He started fucking her slow and deep, without the force and speed her cunt craved. She wriggled her hips, jerking her scorching-hot pussy up and down his granite cock-shaft, letting him know that she could take it harder.
"Oh, baby," Len moaned, "I can't hold back. Your pussy's so fuckin' hot and tight!"
Just as she'd hoped, he lost all self-control and started fucking into her like a pile-driver. His belly smacked loudly against hers, and his swollen hairy balls spanked her ass. Cindy screeched with pleasure and slammed her molten pussy around the rigid spike of his cock. Horny instinct drove her to throw her legs around his humping sweaty back and lock them there.
"Oh, shit, Len," she howled, "that's it, fuck me hard. Fuck me with that big ol' cock, fast, HARD!"
"God help me, that's just what I'm gonna do," he groaned. "Can't hold back. Awww, Jesus, AWWW!"
Cindy felt the breath slammed out of her each time Len crammed his huge dick clear to her womb. That was just how she craved to be fucked, brutally hard and lightning fast. She might not love this man, but he was a terrific lay. Between him and Tex, she was going to grab all the hot fucking she could get.
"Am I hurting you, honey?" Len panted.
"Hardly at all, Len." Cindy grinned. "Hardly at all."