Chapter 4
Again and again Mary Beth ran over the list of preparations in her mind. She'd spoken to the caterer, she'd gone over the music with the band. Diane's maid-of-honor dress fit the tall, thin teenager perfectly and Mary Beth's white gown hung pressed and ready to go in the hall closet, away from Brad's eyes. As tradition said, she had not allowed him to see the dress and she couldn't wait to walk down the aisle to meet him wearing it!
Now the little blonde wiggled around, thoughts of her future husband exciting her. Brad was out with some of his boyhood friends tonight at a bachelor party. Already it was late and Mary Beth had been in bed for quite some time, mulling over the details of the wedding, now only a few days away.
She stretched her arms out wide, her fingertips curving over the edges of the mattress on opposite sides. So this is where Brad slept when he was a boy, she thought. She rolled back across the bed. And this is where he'd had his first fuck.
Brad had told her all about losing his cherry, he'd said it had been with an older woman from the neighborhood. They had come into his bedroom, complete with baseball posters and piles of clothes, and fucked on his very own bed. The thought excited Mary Beth. Her own cherry had been given to some handsome jerk in the backseat of some car. How she would have loved to have begun her sexual life in a nice soft bed with an older, more experienced teacher.
The soft sheets caressed her now as she imagined Brad as a boy. His mother had shown her many pictures during the past few days. Louise had told her plenty about Brad's young years and Mary Beth had thoroughly enjoyed watching the young child in the shots grow up to be a gangly teenager and then gradually become the young man she recognized as her future husband.
Brad had always been handsome, his body long and lean. She'd especially liked one old photo of him in cut-offs, holding up a fish beside a lakeside dock. His auburn hair had been dripping and his skinny body shone in the summer sun. And, Mary Beth had been sure to note, his adolescent cock had been quite apparent down the leg of his soggy shorts.
Mary Beth lay on her belly, her short legs scissoring open and closed. Her hands were both under her one cheek and her tits were crushed beneath her. The friction of her legs moving under the blankets, sliding across the sheet of Brad's bed, felt good. She could feel her cunt opening and closing too, the rising and lowering of the blankets bellowing blasts of air against her exposed cunt-flesh.
Mary Beth was glad Brad's parents had not turned out to be too old-fashioned and made them sleep apart until after they were officially man and wife. She'd gotten used to sleeping with Brad, to fucking him whenever she had the urge. And now, as she humped her cunt down against the mattress of his bed, she certainly had the urge. She hoped he would be home soon but she really didn't expect him to be. His friends had sounded very serious about showing him a good time and Mary Beth hoped he enjoyed himself. However, she also hoped he realized how much she was missing him.
She threw the covers off of herself and flipped back over onto her back. The night was pleasantly cool and she instantly felt her tits stiffen. She hadn't masturbated in a very long time-she didn't need to when Brad was around. But now she ran her fingertips lightly up the soft flesh of her inner thighs and felt her cunt suck in with lust.
She bent her knees and brought her heels back so they were flush against her ass. Her knees were pointed out to the sides and her hungry cunt gaped open in the semi-darkness.
Mary Beth moved both her hands toward her blonde-haired cunt. As her fingers approached her cunt-mouth, she could feel the humid heat of her cunt. She rubbed both her hairy cunt-lips with the heels of her hands, gently opening the slit of her cunt.
The meaty outer lips of her hairy pussy were firm and round. As she pulled them apart and then massaged them back together, she could feel the more exotic, wet inner meat of her pussy being touched by the cool air. But she didn't touch that extra special part of her body. Instead she avoided it, continuing to toy with just the dry, furry outer labes of her cunt-hole.
Like someone was drawing up the slack inside her, Mary Beth felt the muscles of her pussy tighten with arousal. Trickles of cunt-juice began to run down the insides of her pussy-tunnel and she felt her cunt-mouth flowering open to take the prick it expected to fuck it.
But Mary Beth knew there would be no cock for her thirsty pussy tonight. She wiggled her tensing ass around and continued to claw at her cunt-labes. Her fingernails grated against the sensitive skin, leaving trails of goose-bumps and excitement.
Her fingertips worked up over her cunt-labes and just inside her widening pussy-slit. She could just feel the soft, wet, smooth skin of her aroused cunt and she pulled herself back, not wanting to move too quickly. Since she had to finger-fuck herself, she at least wanted to take her time and do so many of the things she had not done to herself since she had met Brad.
She licked her dry lips and slithered back up the bed so she was reclining on the downy pillows. Her small body was alive with lust and she abandoned her cunt to attack her billowing titties.
Her little hands barely could cover her rising tit-mounds. The milky globes were very big compared to the rest of Mary Beth's petite frame, but she knew that men-especially Brad-found big tits on a small woman very exciting. Now she caressed her titties lovingly, thanking them for all the pleasure they had brought her when they had attracted Brad.
She pinched her nipples and rolled them around. She licked both her soft palms and then spread a layer of her own spit all across her flowing tittie-meat. The soft flesh went round and round as she twirled the heavy globes with her wet fingers.
The nipples grew long and red and they poked against Mary Beth's hands. She captured the spiking bud between her massaging fingers and tweaked them while she rubbed the tit-globes in circles. The combination of pleasures made her cunt lurch with excitement.
Then she crushed the sides of her lush titties and pushed the fine white meat together. The nipples touched easily and Mary Beth concentrated on grinding the little red tits together. Shots of erotic friction zoomed from one tit-peak to the other and back again, making Mary Beth writhe and whimper.
Had she been at home she would have screamed and moaned her pleasure to the gods of the night. But, here m the house of Brad's parents, she felt she had to be quiet. Every time she cried out at all, she was certain they could hear her and the thought embarrassed her terribly. So she bit her hp and kept her cries of passion small and muffled.
She stuck out her tongue and tentatively touched it to the gathered flesh of her tits. Her tit-meat felt hot against her wet tongue and she covered it with a cool layer of fresh spit. Her nipples lengthened and strained, and under her left tit she could feel her heart pounding madly.
Her tongue flicked across her tit-tips, fluttering against them both in a single motion. The rubbery bud bent under the maniacal tonguing, bobbing around and popping back up, harder and straighter than ever. Mary Beth whined around her titties, her hands still bouncing the weighty globes against her face and laving tongue.
More cunt-juices rolled out of her pussy as she tortured and pleasured her tits. Mary Beth could feel a direct line running from her titties to her cunt. When one was excited, the other reacted too. Soon her pussy was running like a river, although she had yet to even touch the sensitive inner meat.
But now the call of her cunt was too loud to resist. She let her swollen titties flop back down to their natural position on her chest and slid her hands down the hills and valleys of her body. They came to rest on her lower belly, her fingertips tangling in her blonde cunt-fur.
By now the scent of her open cunt swirled around her in the darkened room. The smell, so totally her own, thrilled her. She knew that it was this aroma that greeted Brad every time he crawled down between her legs to kiss and fuck her pussy.
She paused just a moment, then assaulted her cunt with both eager hands. Using her small palms, she rubbed the center of her cunt hard. Hand over hand she crushed the slit of her pussy open, her cunt-juice gushing out to oil her dry hands and fingers.
At the tops of her brutal mashing fuck-strokes, her clit was crushed every time. Each time she made contact with the ultra-sensitive bud she felt her inner cunt-muscles tighten with joy. Mary Beth knew that her clit could bring her more pleasure than any other part of her body, but again she put off taking advantage of such a sexually stimulating possibility.
She could not keep her ass from dancing around on the soft bed. She fucked back at her rubbing, stroking fingers, the motions swift and involuntary. Cunt-juice dribbled down the crack of her ass, making her shake and shiver with ever-mounting excitement.
Her breathing was loud and, though she was careful not to actually cry out, she worried that she might be heard. Still, the needs of her body had taken over now. Even if Brad's mother and father had suddenly appeared in her bedroom doorway, Mary Beth was not sure she could have stopped fingering her aching pussy.
The pink mouth of her cunt now gaped open and her stroking fingertips naturally fell toward it. When she poked the tips of one finger from each hand inside it, the eager sucking drew them inside immediately.
Mary Beth sighed with satisfaction to finally have something in her cunt, even if it was only her own fingers. She tugged her cunt-mouth open from opposite sides and felt her hair hit her heated inner pussy-meat.
Her index fingers then began fucking her-pussy. When one finger fucked deep into her, she pulled the other finger back out. She pushed each finger far up inside herself, her fingertips massaging the soft, padded lining of her cunt-channel.
Her cunt-flesh sucked tight around her fucking fingers. Whether it was the biggest cock or her slender finger, her pussy made the best of whatever was fucking it. Mary Beth wiggled her fingers around inside herself now, tickling her pussy from the inside out.
At first she fucked herself with slow, almost tender fuck-thrusts. But the heat gathered in her body would not be satisfied by anything timid or soft. She craved hard cock and with only her fingers available to satisfy herself, she had to use them brutally.
She bucked her ass up off the bed, her naked body rising up to meet the plunging strokes of her fucking fingers. Instead of fucking herself with only one finger at a time, she added her middle fingers to the fucking. Together with her index fingers, her middle fingers began a mad fucking crescendo, guaranteed to end with a bell-ringing orgasm.
The juice dredged up from deep within her cunt snapped and popped as her fucking fingers plundered her cunt. Pussy-juice flowed down between her ass-cheeks and Mary Beth wiggled around, her ass bouncing in its moist spot on the sheets.
Pleasure soared through her with each fuck-stroke. Her pussy was tight and her clit flamed up each time it was hit by one of her fucking hands.
While she kept fucking her cunt hurriedly with one hand, she brought her other hand back up to her heaving tits. Covered with her cunt-juice, her fingers slithered around her tit-meat. She coated her pointed nip with the flavorsome cream and then again pushed the big tit up so she could suckle on it.
She snorted her breath out through her nose. Her mouth was filled with cream-coated tit-meat and her pussy jumped with excitement. The fingers in her cunt probed deep and Mary Beth tried to remove herself from them. She wanted to believe they belonged to someone else. She wanted to pretend that some other person was actually finger-fucking her writhing cunt-channel.
Cunt-cream poured from her cunt and flutters of her mounting climax began to run up and down her greasy cunt-channel. Mary Beth poked against the walls of her cunt-tunnel, fucking her finger into herself from varying angles and receiving varying jolts of pleasure in return.
She moaned and whined, and her small frame rocked back and forth and from side to side on the bed. Her whole being was involved in her tremendous fuck and she shuddered and gasped with the sensations roaring through her. The harder her finger crashed against the inner walls of her pussy, the harder those walls squeezed against it.
In a frenzy of passion she took her own elongated nipple between her teeth and tore at it. She growled like an animal and shook her head from side to side, her blood-engorged morsel mercilessly held in her clutches. The pain she created for herself only spurred her on and she fucked her cunt harder, deeper, faster.
Her blonde hair was wet with sweat as she worked herself over. Her curls danced against the white pillows behind her as she tried to shake them back away from her sticky face. Sweat gleamed all down her front and sweat merged with the flowing cunt-cream to gush freely down between the cheeks of her twisting ass.
When her finger surged into her pussy, her hips continually rose up to greet it. What had begun as one finger and then two had now become a wedge of fingers as Mary Beth fucked nearly her whole right hand into the depths of her dripping cunt. Her fingers were gathered together tightly when she fucked them in only to expand within her, testing the padded walls of her quivering cunt.
More like an animal than a woman, Mary Beth grunted and groaned, her head flipping from side to side with her tremendous passion. Her mouth gaped open like a fish straining for air and she let loose of her bruised and battered tit. Her head fell back and she breathed loudly through her wide-opened mouth.
She lessened the wedge of fingers fucking her cunt by one, letting her thumb part from the other creamy digits. Then, while the rest of her hand again took up its fuck-pace, her thumb went to work directly attacking her throbbing clit.
Mary Beth had to grit her teeth to keep from screaming out her ecstasy. The instant her thumb began massaging and crushing her clit, her passion increased ten-fold.
Her thumb pressed hard against the button of her clit. The tiny tidbit was the center of Mary Beth's universe just then and she concentrated on pleasuring it. The rougher she treated it, the more joy the little knob sent caroming through her.
She rubbed the clitty round in circles, abruptly stopping from time to time to change directions. Her mind as well as her thumb whirled and the faint flutters along her cunt-channel increased in frequency and intensity.
Mary Beth's back bucked like a bronco, pistoning her cunt toward her fucking hand just as hard as the fingers threw themselves toward her quivering pussy. Sometimes her body worked to bring her climax closer, her hand and cunt meeting for maximum joy. Other times her enthusiasm was too much, and her cunt and hand worked in opposite directions, constantly at odds with one another.
Her small feet, still up near the cheeks of her ass, pushed against the soft bed, rocking her body up and down. Many various fucking motions tossed and turned Mary Beth's tiny body as she strained toward orgasm.
Then, at last, she knew her time had nearly come. Her fucking parts all worked together, each driving the other closer and closer to her hard-earned come. Her eyes were open wide, but she saw nothing except the mounting of her own tremendous lust.
"Ha-ahhh-" she began to cry, only to cut herself off by covering her own mouth with her free hand.
The smell of her cunt-juice on her fingers added the final dimension to her incredible climax. She jammed her fingers far into the tunnel of her pussy and held them there. All around her taut fingers she could feel the strong muscles of her cunt pulsing and bucking with orgasm.
Her whole body shook with the intensity of her spasming. Her head strained back, her neck arched. Her back was bent sharply, her tits thrust out and her quaking cunt tucked down and in. The fingers deep inside her were crushed by her bobbing pelvic bone.
After a few moments of startling ecstasy, Mary Beth slowly came back down. Her heart pounded and her breathing remained ragged for several minutes as she again lay alone and quiet in the darkness. She could almost picture her fiancee sitting with his drunken friends, all of them laughing and pointing at the women in the stag films they were no doubt watching. She managed a weak laugh and then curled up for sleep. If only Brad knew what kind of sexy scene he'd missed right in his own little bed.