Chapter 3
As Adam stepped into the bedroom, he saw that his bride was still rubbing her mons veneris on the bed and guessed that she had not climaxed yet. Still, she had worked herself into a delightful state of arousal and her little groans, only partially muffled by the pillow in which her face was buried, attested to that.
She hadn't heard him come in, so he moved quietly to the bed, bent over her and put a hand on one warm buttock to give it a caress.
"Oh, Adam," she gasped as she rolled onto her back, her thighs falling wide apart, her hips jerking in passion as she displayed the core of her desire, "I don't know what's happening to me. I must surely be more than just horny."
"Don't worry my darling," he assured her, his hands stroking her inner thighs, causing arousal to mount even higher, "you're beautifully horny now, but I'm going to make you even more so before I begin to eat your delicious little pussy. Just relax and let passion take complete control of your body."
Relaxation was obviously impossible, but Carol stopped being concerned about her unfamiliar state and threw herself into enjoyment of it with wild, and completely wonderful abandon. She seemed to be surprised at seeing her legs high in the air in an open vee as her husband drove her wild with lust by ministering to her silken inner thighs first with his fingertips, then even more excitingly with his lips and tongue. As arousal mounted to heights she couldn't believe, Carol became sure that if he were not holding her down, she would fly around the room in the manner of a freed balloon as it released its air.
Adam would have teased longer, but as he watched and listened to his beautiful bride in her unaccustomed state, he feared she may faint and spoil everything. He was going to have to get on with the matter of introducing her to the act of cunnilingus without much more delay, he decided.
On an impulse, he rolled her over onto her left side, his face close to the beautiful buttocks he had so recently spanked pink. They were still warm to the touch and so silken smooth that it was hard to believe.
Her right thigh raised easily at the touch of his hand and he saw the readiness of her crotch, the tangled red hair pushed away from the succulent looking pink lips.
With a little groan from him and a high pitched shriek of lust from the girl, he pressed his mouth down on her hot vulva without warning. He was content to hold his mouth there in a kissing motion for a few seconds, then he began to suck greedily.
Carol caught him completely be surprise by climaxing at once. It was the first climax of her life and was obviously a wild, shattering experience for her, but a wonderful one. He moved a little away from her, allowing her to roll over onto her tummy as her lovely behind jerked through the final spasms. She lay quietly then as her body began the warm, glowing drift back toward some stage of normalcy. It was a long, lovely trip.
"Did you enjoy your orgasm, my darling," Adam asked after he had rolled her over and sat beside her fondling a firm breast.
"Oh, Adam," she sighed, "I didn't know anything could ever be like that. Surely orgasm contains all the delights of earth and heaven together."
"That and more," he assured her as he used his other hand to stroke her slightly rounded tummy, resisting the urge to press a finger tip into her smoothly formed navel since he wanted her to relax for a return bout of cunnilingus as soon as possible.
"For one thing," he went on, "I didn't even touch your clitoris with my tongue. There are many women who cannot achieve orgasm without that. You are extremely sensitive to the erotic joys and in that, you are a most fortunate woman."
"I know I am that, Adam," she replied with warmth, "you have made me that."
"Would you like another one the same way?"
"Could my body stand two such delightful shocks? I mean it, is there is no danger to my heart from such stress?"
"If there were, my precious one, then I would not permit it. Your heart and the package in which it is contained are much too important to me to take any risks."
"Then yes, my wonderful husband, please do it to me again. Shall I lie on my side again? I think that is really a most fascinating position in which to get your face into my crotch."
"It is, dearest one, but there are many variations. We shall try another this time. Come, sit with your pretty bum on the very edge of the bed and your feet on the floor."
Carol did so, and Adam eased her body down onto the bed in a lying position, parting her legs wide as he did.
"Must you be so far away from me?" she asked as she saw him drop to the floor on his knees.
"Have no fear, my lovely one," he reassured her, "I'll not be as far from you as you think. Besides, it seems only right that I should be on my knees when paying tribute to beauty such as yours."
"Oh Adam," she sighed, "what a perfectly lovely thing to say, even if I'm not deserving of it."
"You are more than deserving of it, my dearest," he said as he picked up her legs behind the knees and raised them, "more so than any woman who has ever lived or will live. You are perfection of flesh and spirit and I shall spend a long and happy life paying erotic tribute to that perfection."
Carol trembled not so much from the touch of his hands on her thighs as from the touch of the words in her heart and her loins. Oh God, she told herself, if I waken to find this is all a dream I swear I'll kill myself.
Adam was using both hands to hold her thighs straight up and his tongue was licking her inner thighs again as he spoke warmly of their silken beauty and how they thrilled him.
As his tongue licked higher and higher, working steadily toward the warmth which radiated from her crotch, wafting the delicate musk of woman to his flaring nostrils, her body began to jerk with ever increasing violence.
"Oh, my darling Adam," she sighed loudly, "I am going to have another one. Will it be as strong and shattering as the first one?"
"One can never be sure, angel, but I would expect this to be stronger than the first, but without all the shattering rough edges. A woman's second orgasm is usually better than the first."
He stopped talking then because his tongue was moving into her crotch, being careful to lick away from the soft, pink lips, teasing them and causing her hips to bounce as she waited for the feel of the rough tongue on her sensitive labiae.
"Oh Adam... oh... oh..." she gasped, "your tongue is so close now. Oh... I... can't wait for the touch of your lips on my cunt. Oh... oh... oh... eeeeeaaaahhhhhh..." she shrieked as he pressed his mouth over her vulva, held there for a second, then very slowly licked from the beginning of the valley of her buttocks right to the top of her vulva and on up to the lower slope of her mons veneris. As he felt her violent trembling and jerking, Adam wondered if again she was going to climax without having her clitoris touched.
But she didn't and he was pleased. His tongue had not yet tasted her clitoris and he hungered for it. Fearing a too quick orgasm, he sent his tongue probing between the moistened labiae, probed the hot depths of her narrow vagina, then drew a new cry from the tender young beauty as it licked its way back and up to her clitoris.
He was surprised at the length as well as the hardness of the sensitive organ. It was almost, he thought, like a small but very stiff penis. It was long enough, in fact that he was able to press his mouth down hard and get the tip of it between his lips so that he could suck on it as though it really were a penis.
As he did so, Carol's lovely behind went into a wild, pagan dance of lust, bouncing with wild abandon as his hands held her so that she could not escape his searching, sucking mouth and raping tongue.
Earlier, Carol had asked whether all sexual pleasure must contain pain, but she knew then how wrong she had been. In exchange for the ecstasy she was experiencing then, she knew, she would willingly bear all the pain man could ever devise, would crawl on her hands and knees and beg for pain so that she might earn the right to such sublime pleasure.
Watching through the screen, Beth became so madly aroused that she swore she could feel the man's tongue in her own vagina, could feel it licking her hard, sensitive clitoris. Looking down, she became aware for the first time that there was something in her vagina, but that it was her own finger, not the man's tongue. Tongue or finger, it didn't matter to her as long as it was there and doing what it was doing while her naked behind swayed in erotic motion and her body pressed down against the delightful intruder.
"Oh my wonderful Adam," Carol sighed as her body came up, hips off the bed, to press upward against the face which pressed down in her crotch, "I think I'm getting close again. Oh it feels so good, sooooo wonderful. Oh how your wonderful tongue licks me, how your strong mouth sucks at me. My heart wants to go down into my cunt so that you may suck it right into you."
She opened her mouth to say more, but froze that way as orgasm gathered strongly not just in her crotch, but seemingly throughout her whole being, her mind as well as her body.
Her cry told the man she was going into orgasm and his hands tightened on her hips, holding and rubbing at the same time, controlling the violence of her abandoned jerking.
Climax swept over her again, her hands slapping the bed her legs scissoring high above them as wave after erotic wave of completion broke over her.
Instantly, she saw that Adam had been accurate in his prediction that the second orgasm would be infinitely better than the first. It contained all the same delicious strength, but it was somehow smoother, as though rounded out and sheathed in satin or velvet or, she thought later, perhaps it was ermine.
Taking his tongue off her clitoris as she went into orgasm, Adam continued to hold the writhing beauty strongly, his face still buried in the delicious depths of her silken crotch. Only when the final spasm had passed, did Adam get to his feet, lie on the bed beside his tired young wife and take her into his arms.
She spoke in awe as she tried to describe the beauty and the ecstasy she had sampled and asked over and over again for assurance that it would always be so good and that the two of them would live forever so that they need never stop enjoying their love.
In that moment, both truly believed that they would somehow be made immortal by their physical love and would indeed live forever. There was always time for reality later.
"I must have you now, my darling," Adam told her, his penis straining strongly against her sensitive body.
"Tell me what to do, my wonderful husband," she told him warmly. "Do whatever you want, take me in any way you wish. Kill me if it would please you, I should love to die when I am feeling like this."
It was a sudden switch from her earlier plea for immortality, but logic had nothing to do with what either of them felt at that time.
"Kneel up on all fours, my beloved beautiful one," he told her as he knelt beside her. "Over here," he went on, patting the bed and guiding her into the desired position.
"There now, my lovely one, look to your right and see what you see in the mirror."
"Oh Adam," she cried out in excited surprise, "I am beautiful. You have made me beautiful."
"Indeed my darling, you are beautiful. Perhaps the most beautiful woman who has ever lived, but I did not do it. You were that when I found you."
His praise may have sounded extravagant, and yet, alternating his gaze from directly down at her body, to the mirror which gave the added view of her lush breasts hanging pendulously, the long pink nipples seeming to reach for the bed, he couldn't think of any one detail of her that could be changed to improve her.
Her face had been beautiful when he first saw it, but if he had changed anything about her, it was there. More than just beauty showed on it then, there was a radiance which reflected the inner content and joy, an external manifestation of internal ecstasy.
Despite the fact that her only previous experience of sexual intercourse had been painful, Carol sighed warmly as she watched the man kneel up close behind her, his penis lightly brushing her buttocks, telling her of the strength of that organ, and of the velvet softness of the head which would soon be stretching and filling her narrow vaginal passageway. She didn't even pause to wonder if it would hurt. She wanted it in her, wanted their bodies united in that way and if there was to be pain involved, then she would welcome it.
"In just a minute, my darling," Adam told her as he employed both hands to fondle her lush buttocks while he dreamed of spanking them yet again.
One of his hands moved between them and she watched in the mirror as it closed around his penis, gave a little tug, then guided it between her thighs, immediately below the smooth lower slopes of her buttocks.
"Oh, darling, I can feel it. Oh, it feels so strong and smooth. I want it, my darling husband," she sighed, "do push your great strong weapon into me."
"Then you're not afraid, Carol?" he asked in a deep, rich tone. "You really want me to fill your precious little cunt with it.?"
"Oh yes... yes... all I'm afraid of is that you will change your mind and not give it to me. Oh how I want it. Oh! It is touching my little opening now. Oh, my husband, come right into my body."
"YES, my dearest," he assured her as he used the fingers of his other hand to part her labiae. After having twice brought her to climax with his mouth, her vagina, he found, was more than adequately prepared, lubricated for relatively easy passage of his big penis. "Here it comes now my angel, just relax your muscles and feel the thrill of being stretched."
As the big head forced the passage, Adam turned again to the mirror. There he saw her swaying breasts and saw too that she was shaking her head from side to side, a look of supreme joy on her radiantly beautiful face.
"Oh, Adam," she panted, "it doesn't hurt. Oh yes, push, Adam darling, oh yes. Is there more to come?"
"You have less than half of it in you now, dearest one. In this position, a man can penetrate a woman more deeply. Not enough short-cocked men know that. I'm going to jab another inch into you now."
Gripping her hips tightly, Adam gave another push and was prepared to bet that he had fed her exactly one inch with the smooth jab. He felt the moist vaginal walls alternately gripping and releasing his penis, fanning the flames of lust.
He gave three more similar jabs and with the final one, felt and heard his belly slap her arched behind.
"Oh my God," she cried out, "that wonderful, great cock has pushed right up between my tits and now you're spanking my bum with your belly."
"Do you like being spanked that way, my dear?" he asked, resting against her, still holding her hips firmly.
"Oh yes... yes... spank me some more."
He began stroking, his hands pulled her back to meet each forward lunge. SLAP... SLAP... SLAP... the sound of his belly slapping her sensitive buttocks seemed to fill the room.
Adam paused to rest again, not because he was tired, but rather, trying to prolong the act as long as possible, not wanting it to end.
But then he knew it would be futile.
"All right, my darling," he told her as he renewed his grip on her well fleshed hips, "one more brisk flurry and then I'll go off. Here comes another belly spanking for your sweet bum."
Riding hard and fast this time, the slap... slap... slap of his belly on her behind was fast and wildly exciting for both of them. It was destined to be a short ride though, as, with his body jerking out of control, he fired his charge of thick, warm semen deeply into the panting, sighing girl, holding her behind tightly against him. The strong muscles of her vagina gripped his spurting penis and sucked even more semen when he thought none remained.
"Oh my angel," he groaned weakly, "I have another little gift for you."
Reaching under her, he pushed a finger between her body and his penis, found her hard clitoris and began fingering it. Carol had come close to achieving her third orgasm during the act of intercourse, so that it was not long before the finger on her clitoris brought her to that ecstatic state.
For a couple of seconds, her body jerked and trembled, her head held high as her silken posterior ground and rubbed and jerked against his belly while he held her tightly against him.
After that, her arms collapsed and her head fell to the bed while his arms under her held her twitching buttocks high and tightly to him. In the rush of frantic activity, Adam's tool slipped out of the hot, moist nest, but it had already done its job and had done it well.
Gently, the man lowered her to the bed, lay beside her and took her into his arms. They rested in silence for a long time while the man dreamed of all the joys ahead and his bride shared the dream although she lacked the knowledge of detail.
"I have more things to learn yet, don't I, Adam?" she asked sleepily.
"So many more, my dearest one," he assured her, holding her a little more tightly. "I'll still be teaching you new and wonderful things when you're forty. Mind you," he added with a grin, "I'll be sixty-seven then, but your lovely body will keep me young."