Chapter 1
Nancy Benton was naked in front of her bedroom mirror. She studied her body for a moment and then cupped her thirty-eight-inch tits in her hands. The nipples stuck up high and she flicked them gently with her thumbs. A tingle of pleasure went through her.
She stroked her fingers down over her flat brown belly and over her curving hips. She stared at the triangle of blonde pussy hair between her legs and smiled. The damp slit of her cunt was clearly visible beneath the wispy curls. Her pussy-lips had parted, and a slice of bright pink skin was poking into the open.
Her hands stroked back up over her belly and rib cage and she squeezed her tits hard. The nipples were growing longer. Already, they thrust up almost half an inch off their puffy circles of areola flesh. She spread her legs wider and watched her cunt-lips expand. The pink skin was getting wetter by the second. She moaned softly.
She reached for a pair of panties on the dresser and bent down to draw them up her legs. Her big tits swung heavily below her. She snapped the elastic of the panties into place beneath her belly and stood up straight. Then she laughed out loud. Her pussy and pubic patch were still clearly visible.
The panties were crotchless and hid nothing.
There was a stirring on the bed behind her, and she glanced quickly at the sleeping form of her husband. But he didn't wake up. This early in the morning, he slept very soundly. She turned her attention back to the mirror and reached for a dainty bra. She hooked it over her arms and eased her tits into the quarter-cups.
Again she laughed, but more softly this time. The bra was obscene. It didn't cover her tits at all. It simply forced them up and out, making them look even bigger. Her nipples, her areolas, were all on display.
She shifted from side to side, examined her tits from every angle in profile. She bent down, and watched her tits ooze over the small cups.
Her body really was amazing, she realized. It was full in all the right places and slender where it should be. But it was only lately that she was coming to appreciate it. She'd always been very shy about her build, especially the size of her tits. And most of her life she'd tried to hide her figure, to disguise it with modest clothes. Now here she was flaunting it in lewd underwear. But only, so far, for herself.
She stole another glance at the bed, but Chris was still sleeping soundly. He never woke up before his alarm clock went off. She wanted to wake him. She wanted him to see her in her new outfit. But she made no move. She sat down in front of her mirror and waited, her eyes still lingering over her curves.
Her fingers stroked through her pussy hair and touched the lips of her cunt.
A shudder went through her. She was amazed at how turned on she was. She spread the lips of her cunt with two fingers and dipped a third inside her cunt-gash. She swirled it around for a while and then touched the stiff bud of her clit.
A wave of pleasure rolled up through her belly.
"Chris," she moaned softly. "Chris, wake up, damn you."
He rolled over on the bed but still slept soundly. Nancy sighed and reached for something she'd bought along with her sexy underwear.
It was a dildo, a fake plastic cock nearly eight inches long. She'd picked it up as a joke, but now she saw a better use for it. She touched the head of it to her pussy and rubbed it around and around.
Her cunt was oozing all kinds of juice. She was really aroused. She eased the head of the fake cock between her cunt-lips and forced it inside herself. Three inches of the shaft disappeared before she paused. She screwed the dildo around, pushed another two inches of it up her cunt. Then she began working it in and out, fucking herself with the thing. She spread her legs wide and leaned back in her seat.
The dildo was huge, not only longer than Chris' cock, but thicker as well. And it felt wonderful fucking in and out of her cunt.
But she was a bit ashamed of herself for using it. She was a married woman, after all. In fact she'd only been married two months. She shouldn't be using sex toys on herself. It was wicked. She should wake her husband, make him do his duty.
In a minute she would, she promised herself. But in the meantime she fucked the fake cock in and out of her pussy with deeper and deeper strokes. And it began to make lewd squelching sounds as it plowed between her cunt-lips. It really did feel terrific. In a way, it was even better than straight fucking with Chris.
"So good. So nice," she muttered to herself.
The alarm clock buzzed suddenly, and she froze.
She watched her husband roll over and switch it off. Her hand clutched the base of the fake cock but she made no move to remove it from her cunt. She just sat there and gazed at Chris as he propped himself up on his elbows and looked about him. When he caught sight of her, his eyes immediately dropped to her crotch.
"Nancy, what the hell are you doing?" he gasped. "What's that between your legs?"
"It's a plaything." She blushed. "I got horny waiting for you to wake up, so I started masturbating."
"At this time of day? Nancy, are you losing your mind? We've got to be at school in just over an hour."
Nancy blushed again. It really was shameless behavior, she had to admit. But what could she do? She was horny. She stood up and took a couple of steps toward the bed. The dildo was still stuck up her cunt. It jutted out lewdly as she moved. She stopped at the foot of the bed and put her hands on her hips. Her lovely face broke into a smile.
"What do you think of my outfit? Does it get you hot?" she asked. She leaned down a little and shook her tits at him. The quarter-cup bra seemed about to snap with the weight of her big tits.
"It's obscene, Nancy. You look like a porno star. And will you please remove that thing from between your legs? What's the matter with you today?"
"I'll remove it-if you'll fuck me. I'm horny, that's all that's wrong with me. I need your nice hard cock deep inside me."
She crawled onto the bed and fondled his limp cock through the sheet. Then her fingers squeezed his balls. He squirmed beneath her and tried to move away, but suddenly she flung the sheet down and made a grab for his naked cock.
She began to pump his prick roughly, jacking her fist up and down.
"Nancy, what's gotten into you? This isn't like you at all," he said. "Let me go. We're going to be late for work." f "Fuck work! Let's be late for once. We've been married two months, and we've never yet fucked in the morning. It's always late at night, in the dark, between the sheets. Let's try something new for a change."
Her fist was jerking his cock up and down with expert movements. And in spite of his resistance, his cock was getting hard. He stopped struggling and glanced at the clock on the night stand. Then he lay back and watched her jacking his prick. He glanced at her lewd bra and her crotchless panties. The dildo was sliding slowly down out of her cunt.
"Where did you get this stuff? You've never worn sexy underwear before," he said. "And a fake cock! Really, Nancy."
"I got them at the sex shop on the weekend. I figured our sex lives needed spicing up. I was getting bored, Chris."
His prick was a solid seven inches in her fist, and she let go of it suddenly and pulled the dildo from her pussy. She climbed up on top of him, straddling his crotch. She held his cock upright and poked the head of it between the gaping lips of her cunt. With a contented sigh, she sank down onto the erect cock-shaft, forcing it deep inside her pussy.
"We've never done it like this before, have we?" she grinned. "Doesn't it feel good, with me on top? Your cock seems to go so much deeper inside me."
Chris didn't answer. He placed both hands on her waist and gazed up the length of her body. The flat muscles of her belly rippled. And as she began to fuck up and down, her big tits started bouncing. The flimsy bra did nothing to stop the motion of her tits. It stretched and strained under the pressure.
"I want us to start doing more stuff like this, Chris," she went on. "I want us to try all kinds of new things. Dirty stuff. Kinky stuff. You know what I mean? Our sex lives could be so exciting."
"I don't know, Nancy. What's wrong with the way we've been doing it up to now? You seemed satisfied."
"I was, at first. But that's because I had no experience. Now I want to experiment. I want to try things. Like talking dirty. Do you think you could call me some dirty names, Chris? Could you call me cunt and slut and whore and treat me like a dirty bitch once in a while?"
"No! I couldn't do that, Nancy. I respect and love you too much," he said.
The wet friction of her cunt on his cock was driving him crazy. He could feel his balls growing numb already.
"Try, Chris. You don't have to mean it. Call me dirty names. I think I'd like that."
"No. No way. Forget it."
He began to knife his cock upwards into her cunt. He wanted her to stop talking this way. It revealed a side to her that he hadn't seen before and that he didn't like. He'd fallen in love with Nancy and married her because she was so soft-spoken and shy, in part. He didn't want her acting and talking like a whore.
"Then I'll do it," she gasped, bouncing up and down on him harder and harder. "I'm a dirty, cock-loving slut, Chris. I think about sex and cocks more and more. I want to act like a whore. I want to do dirty, kinky things. I want to act like a bitch in heat."
"Shut up, Nancy. I mean it!" he growled. "I don't want you talking like that. You're my wife."
He watched her tits bounce up and down for another moment or two, then he gripped her hard around her waist and rolled her over onto her back. The motion caught her by surprise and his cock slipped from her wet cunt. But he soon settled down on top of her and eased his hard-on back inside her pussy. He began fucking her quickly. And again he glanced at the clock on the night stand.
"You're so fucking straight," she panted. "Don't you ever get the urge to let loose, Chris?"
"This is as loose as I want to get," he groaned. He fucked his cock in and out of her cunt with shorter and shorter movements.
It did feel pretty good, she had to admit. His cock was hard and solid up her cunt. But it was the same old thing. It was straight fucking, with him on top. And they'd been doing this over and over again for the two months of their marriage.
He really didn't seem to want or need anything more. Not even cock-sucking. On the one or two occasions she'd moved down toward his prick with her mouth, he'd pulled her back. It was so frustrating.
Because she did want more. She wanted to fuck in all kinds of different positions. In all kinds of different places, as well. She wanted to suck his cock. Her mouth watered sometimes at the thought of taking his hard prick between her lips. She wanted him to go down on her, as well. There were all kinds of things she wanted to try. Why wouldn't he go for it? Most men would, she was sure.
"This feels great, baby," he panted. "What more do you want? This feels so good I don't believe it!"
His ass rose and fell. He was pumping up and down on top of her with short, quick cock-jabs. His balls smacked against the cheeks of her ass and he could feel the friction of her crotchless panties. He planted one hand on her left tit and squeezed it gently. He ran his thumb over the long stiff nipple. His grunts and groans grew louder by the second.
"Keep it up! Don't stop!" she urged. "I want it to go on and on and on!"
Her legs were scissored up on either side of him, but now she hooked them over the backs of his thighs. Her hands traced down his back until they came to the cheeks of his ass. She dug her fingers into the firm buns, clawing at them. She tried to draw his prick deeper inside her aching pussy.
"We're going to be late. We don't have time for this," he grunted. "I'm going to cum, okay?"
"No! Not yet! It feels good, don't stop!" she moaned. "Keep fucking me. Cram your cock deep up my pussy!"
Her cunt was sucking hard at his prick. He wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, no matter what she said. He fucked in and out of her, cranking her cunt-lips wide. He squeezed her tit some more. His balls felt heavy with cum. They were swollen and numb. And any second now they were going to burst.
"Talk dirty to me! Call me cunt and slut and whore!" she begged.
"No! Never! Never!" he croaked.
He buried his cock inside her one last time. A shudder went up the entire length of his body. And suddenly he was pouring out his cum-load, spurting it up her pussy in thick greasy knots. He groaned loudly. His fingers dug into her tit. And his cum shot deep into her cunt. Wad after wad of jism fired from his cock and coated her insides.
"No! Don't shoot yet! Keep fucking me! Don't stop!" Nancy moaned, her voice desperate.
"Too late, baby. Too late," he groaned.
Another wad of cum shot into her pussy. And another. Spunk was overflowing her cunt and dribbling down into the crack of her ass. It coated his balls and soiled her crotchless panties. Cum was flecked into her blonde pussy hair. His cock made slurping sounds as it plowed through all the fuck-slime.
Then he was slowing down. His prick oozed out a couple more slugs of cum, and he was finished. He pulled the greasy cock-shaft from her cunt and laid it onto her belly. It seeped a thin trail of cum into her navel.
She went right on humping him as if his cock were still inside her. Her cunt-lips gaped wide and empty and oozed out strings of his cock-cream.
"No! I don't believe this!" she panted. "Fuck me some more! Shove your cock back inside me!"
She reached for his prick, curled her fingers around it and pumped it up and down. But his spent cock was already growing limp. She could feel it softening. And he was rolling off her.
He sagged into the bed for a few seconds, breathing heavily. Then he crawled off the bed and strode to the bathroom.
Nancy stared after him, watching his shiny cock bounce up and down.
"Chris, come back here, damn you!" she gasped. "I'm not finished yet! I need your cock inside me! I still haven't cum!"
"Sorry, babe. Got to shower and go to work. And so do you. We don't want to be late now, do we?" Nancy moaned. She was so horny she couldn't believe it. And yet her husband was deserting her. He'd gotten himself off quickly and efficiently, as usual. But she was left with an aching need and a cuntful of cum. It wasn't fair.
She reached for the dildo, meaning to throw it at the bathroom door.
But then, with a soft whimper, she drew it down between her legs and shoved it up her cunt. She began to fuck it in and out eagerly.