Chapter 10
"Do you think you can get along without other men, Sandy?"
"Yes," Sandy said, glancing at Stan. His eyes were straight ahead and it was the first time the silence had been broken since the brief exchange of words outside the apartment. They had been riding for maybe ten minutes and Sandy had been lost in her thoughts, happy to be with Stan, but a little worried about the future.
He seemed to be very understanding and forgiving at the moment, but she was afraid that he would change if she remained with him for any length of time. No matter how much she might deserve it, she didn't think she could take it if he were to start looking down on her and maybe even call her names. The truth could hurt like hell and she didn't want to live with a man who scorned her. She guessed that Stan meant to stay with her...
"How about females?" Stan asked, still not looking at Sandy. "Can you get along without them?"
"Yes and I'll never get over feeling shame where that kind of sex is concerned. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if it hadn't been with my own sister."
"I've been with two girls at the same time, Sandy. I can't say that I really understand the gay stuff, but I found it exciting and stimulating to watch. You'll never know just how close I was to making the threesome scene with you and Nadine. If I didn't love you I would have jumped at the chance. If I didn't want to marry you I guess I would have suggested that we stay, anyway."
"That's the first time you have mentioned marriage," Sandy said, wondering why she didn't feel any special happiness. But what if they weren't compatible in a sexual way? Such a thing was possible-
"Maybe it's a little premature to ask you to marry me, Sandy, but I have had it in mind ever since I can remember. Sex is very important in a marriage, but there are also many other important things. It's a sad truth that a couple can't stay in the sack all the time. Will you let me try to convince you that we should get married?"
"I don't think that will be very difficult," Sandy said, meeting Stan's glowing eyes. "How long before the convincing is going to start?"
"The motel's just ahead," Stan said, chuckling. "I registered as a man and his wife when I checked in. How's that for confidence!"
"What if I hadn't agreed to come with you?"
"I've never had any trouble getting a girl," Stan said. "I guess I would have settled for somebody else as I have been doing."
"I really am sorry about everything, Stan."
"Don't worry about it," Stan said. "I have the feeling everything is going to work out just fine from here on out."
"I hope you're right," Sandy said, mentally crossing her fingers. It was about time things started working out right for her, she thought. Maybe she had brought on all of the problems herself, but that didn't make them any less painful.
Soon Stan pulled the car into the motel courtyard, parked and took Sandy's suitcase from the back seat. They got out of the car in silence and Sandy felt her legs trembling as Stan unlocked the door. Inside, the door closed, they went into each other's arms. They kissed passionately and Sandy felt Stan's cock lifting again.
Stan broke the tongue-lashing kiss and gently pushed her away. "We've waited this long, honey, so I guess we can wait a little longer and take our clothes off."
"Do you know what you called me ? " she asked happily.
"Yeah," he said, grinning. "I guess you'll have me coming on with all kinds of mushy talk."
Sandy didn't answer. She was too busy taking her clothes off. Stan began shucking out of his clothes and they turned it into a race. It was a tie and they embraced, kissed and tumbled onto the bed. Saying that he couldn't wait any longer, then laughing low in his throat and adding that he just might shoot off on the clean sheet, Stan positioned himself and his huge, erect cock between Sandy's eagerly parted legs.
Grasping the hot and smooth hardness to do the guiding, Sandy knew that it was the biggest organ she had ever felt or seen. He lowered slowly when she removed her fingers, though and she had no trouble adjusting to the big cock as it slowly penetrated her quivering cunt.
Sensing that Stan was fighting for control, Sandy didn't move a muscle, either outwardly or inwardly, as he held himself and his giant cock perfectly still when they were coupled with him balls deep. He had placed his head beside hers. She could feel her stiff nipples pushing into his muscular chest. She was very passionate, but she wasn't in any hurry to start the dash to fulfillment. It was enough for the moment just to be there with the young man she knew she had always loved and have his wonderful cock buried deep in her steaming cunt.
Slipping his hands down to Sandy's hips, Stan began slow and steady thrusts. She moved with him, her knees lifted, her heels digging into the mattress. She caressed his smooth back and shoulders, glad he wasn't hairy, thrilling to the way his big joystick was slipping in and almost out of her succulent pussy.
Stan didn't last all that long, but he did fuck her longer than Sandy thought he would be able to the first time. She was well on the way to an orgasm when he quickened the tempo of his strokes. She matched the faster pace and started rotating her ass to add to his pleasure and to her own.
He slipped his hands on under and clasped her ass. She wrapped her legs around his narrow waist and locked her ankles. His breathing was loud in her ear. One of his fingers slipped into her crack and caressed her sensitive ass-hole. She moaned and wriggled her ass faster. His finger didn't penetrate her anal opening, but somehow that turned her on even more.
Stan lifted his head, his dark eyes glazed with passion. "Are you ready, honey?"
"Yes. Oh, yes, darling, yes!"
He kissed her passionately, not faltering in his masterful strokes and she returned his kiss just as passionately. But he soon pulled his mouth and tongue from hers and gazed into her eyes.
"It's even better than I dreamed it would be, Sandy."
"It is for me, too," she whispered.
He tensed, then began pumping his prick with short, fast thrusts. She felt his big cock jerk and she melted into a blissful orgasm as the hot jism shot out and sprayed her clasping cunt. He continued to fuck her until she stopped moving and his cock was still hard and buried deep in her flooded palpitating pussy.
"One little old ejaculation couldn't possibly take all the starch out of my pecker," he said, grinning. "Not the first time with you, anyway." He was braced on his hands and arms. He kissed her lips lightly. "You're beautiful even when your face is twisted with passion, Sandy; I'm not going to make an excuse for being so fast. It seemed that I had been carrying that load for years. Crazy, huh?"
"I don't think so," Sandy said. "I know what you mean, Stan and I only wish that you had been my first. And the only one, for that matter."
"That last part would be a little sad," Stan said. "Meaning that I wouldn't want anybody going through life and having only one sex partner. I hope that you will be satisfied with just me from now on, though, because I'm ready to settle down. I think I proved that when I didn't prong Nadine."
"I think it's wonderful that you can be so--so forgiving, Stan."
"What is there to forgive? After all, I've been banging just about anything with a hole for years. Besides, we shouldn't have to go through what so many couples have to go through. Most have to kind of feel each other out, I mean and find out how far they can go with each other. You know what I mean, don't you?"
"I think so," Sandy said. "You must mean that since we're both sexually uninhibited we don't have to be backward and bashful about enjoying all the acts that some couples apparently never get around to even trying."
"You do know what I meant," Stan said, smiling and withdrawing his hard and wet cock. He flopped over on his back. "Do a good job in the bathroom, honey."
Sandy cupped her crotch with one hand, sat upright, twisted around and scooted her ass to the side of the bed. Standing, her hand still firmly in place, she hurried to the adjoining bathroom, eager to get back to Stan and his big, beautiful cock.
She took the time necessary to make herself clean and fresh, happy because Stan was willing to perform cunnilingus, but more eager right then to go down on him. She took a towel and a wet washcloth when she returned to the bedroom.
Stan was still on his back, his hands clasped behind his head, his big cock still jutting toward the ceiling. Sandy got on the bed and lovingly cleaned the giant organ. She then leaned over and planted a kiss on the blunt end.
"Just how long is this big beauty, Stan? I've never seen a cock this huge before. Except in pictures, of course."
"It's just a fraction over nine inches in that state," Stan said. "Not that I've really measured it since I was about seventeen."
"I think we had better measure it again some time," Sandy said, wrapping her fingers as far as she could around the stiff shaft and slowly moving them up and down. "I think it has grown longer than when you were seventeen, I mean and it makes me a little angry with myself when I think that we could have been doing this back then."
"You were a little too young when I was seventeen," Stan said. "Big enough maybe, but I'm glad I didn't fuck you then. I guess I should have said, I'm glad you didn't let me. I didn't even try until you were at least sixteen, though, did I?"
"No," Sandy said, her eyes on Stan's hard prick and her slowly moving fist. "If I had it to do over, I would let you do anything you wanted to do."
"I never had a great desire to get a cherry," Stan said. "Not like some men. Maybe I didn't want the responsibility, but it was also because I always thought it would be a little messy. I never have liked the idea of inflicting pain, either. Actually, I've always made it with older girls and women. Did it hurt much when you made it the first time, Sandy? Look at me. I think we should speak freely about everything now and in the future."
Sandy met Stan's eyes. "There wasn't much pain," she said. "If I had probed just a little deeper with my finger while masturbating I could have easily destroyed the thin barrier myself. Do you masturbate when there isn't a mouth or a pussy to put this big thing in?"
Stan laughed, then said, "Yes and without any feelings of shame or guilt, honey. I will say that I want it to be a female-mouth on my cock, though. And only yours from now on."
"Then you must think I'm terrible for going the gay route."
"I didn't say that, Sandy. I've let a few males blow me and even enjoyed getting my gun in that manner. I never had the desire or the wish to experiment further, though. I just don't happen to like to touch, or to be touched by, a man. I'm not putting you down for anything you have done. Hell, if I even thought I had a secret desire to have all-out sex with another male, I would probably give it a try just to settle my curiosity. Now why don't we stop talking while you do what we both want you to do? Without feelings of shame or guilt, of course!"
Sandy moved until she was crouched between Stan's muscular legs, her fingers still grasping his throbbing cock. She felt that his words had been mostly to make her feel less shame for what she had done with her sexy sister, but she liked the idea that they could speak freely with each other. She also appreciated his kindness and loved him more for it. She knew that she loved him for far more than the wonderful sexual pleasures they could share-and she hoped that love would last forever and ever.
She leaned over and took the swollen glans into her mouth. She felt her cheeks bulging with the big knob, but she managed to get her tongue in on the intimate erotic act. Stan didn't lurch upward, but she heard his soft little gasp, and while sucking and twirling her tongue, looked up to meet his gleaming eyes.
Winking one eye, she then turned all of her attention to sucking his wonderful cock. She didn't think he even wanted to climax right away, but that didn't stop her from trying to make the sperm spurt. Not, she thought happily, that there wouldn't be many chances from then on for her to suck his big cock all the way off.
Stan didn't try to hunch upward and poke more of his pulsing organ into her greedily sucking mouth. Nor did he put his hands on her head even when she began taking more and more of the hard flesh and muscle, driving the swollen glans deep into her throat on each downward movement.
She enjoyed herself tremendously, far more than she ever had before when sucking a cock, and she knew that was because her emotions were involved. The same had been true while Stan had been fucking her, she thought, as she finally stopped sucking to rest her jaws.
"Let me take a turn while you're resting," Stan said, removing his hands from behind his head. "I'll have at least two more loads before I have to call it quits for a few hours."
Sandy stretched out on her back. Stan straddled her and went directly to her jutting, hard-nippled breasts with his mouth and with his hands. He tongued and feasted upon one big, spiked mound, using his caressing fingers to cram more and more of the firm flesh into his mouth, sucked greedily, then went to her other throbbing tit. After lavishing his oral attentions upon both tingling mounds he trailed down across her trembling belly with his moistly parted lips and his darting tongue.
He jabbed his tongue around and in her shallow navel. Her ass had started squirming against the mattress even before he had left her titties. She parted her legs and lifted her buttocks inches from the bed. He moved until his knees were between her legs, his hands on her hips. She moaned and settled her ass back down on the mattress. He went to her inner thighs, kissing and licking one and then the other and she couldn't resist the urge to run her fingers through his soft, dark hair.
Stan parted her hair-lined cuntal lips with his thumbs and blew his warm breath directly on the folds of tender flesh. She gasped and dug her fingers into his scalp. He buried his face, his lips pressing close and slithered his tongue into her cunt.
She clutched at his head. "Yes, darling, yes!"
Stan's head began to bob, his breath making hissing sounds as he swabbed the walls of her cunt with his tongue. Sandy clamped her thighs against his smoothly shaven cheeks and arched upward. His hands slipped under and grabbed her wriggling ass and squeezed while he kept right on reaming her tingling twat with his tongue. She moaned and bit down on her full lower lip with her upper teeth to keep from crying out with pleasure as she bucked and lurched wildly.
Stan's tongue finally went to Sandy's distended clit. He lapped that sensitive organ and then sucked the bump of tingling flesh into his hot mouth. Tonguing and sucking furiously, he again caressed her puckered ass-hole with a finger without actually penetrating that sensitive orifice.
Sandy shuddered, tensed and started to cum. She was enveloped in a melting, bursting, clenching sensation that roared and soared throughout her entire feverish body. She almost passed out, the thrilling pleasure was so intense. She became aware that the lips and tongue had been removed from her quivering cunt and that Stan was struggling to free his head from between her tightly clamped thighs. She removed her clutching fingers from his head and forced herself to relax, thankful that Stan was an expert at the intimate act she enjoyed so very much.
Stan lifted his face and his dark eyes were glowing. He licked his wet lips and smiled. "You really go for the cunt-lapping bit, don't you, honey? That's just fine, because I'll always gladly take care of you like that when I possibly can't do so with my cock."
"You make me feel like some kind of a sex-nut," Sandy said, watching as Stan lifted and stretched out beside her, his cock poking proudly.
"I want a hot-ass girl for my wife," Stan said. "I'm not exactly a cool character and I think we're about evenly matched in the sex department. Will you marry me, Sandy?"
Sandy lifted, turned and kissed the handsome young man she truly loved. "Gladly," she whispered. "When? Where?"
"I've been thinking that we could just travel around for a few weeks," Stan said. "I have plenty of money and we might have a kind of combination vacation and honeymoon. I figure that I rate a trip away from the bayou country and we don't even have to settle down there if you don't want to."
"I think I would rather go back home later, Stan. We had a happy childhood and I think I would like to raise our children in the same surroundings."
"I'm glad you feel that way," Stan said. "About having kids and everything, I mean and I thought we could get married in Nevada. Unless you want to go home and have a big wedding, of course."
"I feel married already," Sandy said. "I just want a simple ceremony. Mostly to make it legal for the three children I want." She smiled. "I would just as soon wait a couple of years before we start a bigger family, though."
"That's a good idea," Stan said. "I have something very important to tell you, Sandy."
Puzzled, Sandy stared, thinking that Stan was going to tell her something that would somehow spoil her newly-found happiness. "I'm listening," she said.
"I have very sensitive nipples," Stan said, chuckling.
Sighing with relief, Sandy lowered her mouth to Stan's nearest nipple. The nub hardened under her jabbing tongue and she got her lips around the surprisingly big bump of stiff flesh. She got a big bang out of tonguing and sucking the erect nipple and stimulated the other one in the same manner before trailing down to Stan's thrusting cock.
She got between his legs again and licked up and down on the underside of the rigid shaft. The ready male odor really turned her on and she went down and began licking his heavy balls. He moved helpfully, obviously pleased and she managed to suck a nut into her mouth. She did the same with the other testicle, careful not to do any damage and then licked back up the poking shaft to the blood-engorged glans.
Again she took the big knob into her mouth and sucked, thrilling to the act and to the idea that the lovely cock belonged to the man she loved. She took the glans deep, working her throat muscles around the hard flesh, trying for the spurting reward she wanted so very much.
Finally, after about three minutes, Stan said, "it's going to take quite a while for me to cum, honey. Why don't you take a ride?"
Ready to rest her jaws again, as well as being ready to go for another climax, Sandy pulled her clinging lips from Stan's turgid tool. She quickly straddled him, a knee on each side of his chest and he put his legs together. She put one hand under and placed the saliva-coated cockhead between her gaping and quivering cuntal lips, slowly lowered and speared the thick and stiff shaft up into her clasping cunt.
Her upper body was upright and she put her hands on her thighs to help with the bouncing movement she started by springing up and down on her folded legs. She liked the position very much. She was in complete control, she could set her own pace and it added to her pleasure when Stan reached up and fondled her hard-nippled titties.
Stan told her that he could hold back until she made it, then if she wanted to she could finish him off with her mouth. She was well on her way to an orgasm and when she heard his words she began bouncing faster. She was afraid he wouldn't be able to keep from ejaculating when she spasmed and she was too far along to stop the race toward her own melting release.
After she had bounced her way through a delightful spasmodic orgasm, however, his big cock was still rock-hard and loaded. She lifted and quickly moved lower on the bed and between his legs, afraid" his throbbing cock would shoot off before she could get into position to perform fellatio.
Grasping the thick base of the wet, ramrod-stiff shaft with a thumb and forefinger, she opened her mouth wide and engulfed the slippery crown. The taste of her own juices added to her passion and she sucked greedily, concentrating on the swollen glans, jabbing the tip of her tongue into the slit from which she knew the hot cream would soon be erupting.
Sandy had a very pleasant and welcome surprise. Stan told her that he could last long enough for her to twist around so that they could try a sixty-nine. Still holding the big knob in her mouth, but not sucking, she walked around on her knees until she could straddle his head.
Stan grasped an ass-cheek with each hand and tugged her steaming cunt down to his opened mouth. When he shoved his tongue into her quivering pussy and began lapping her stiffened clitoris, she began sucking his cockhead again. He moved one of his fingers into her juicy cunt without stopping his greedy lapping and the sucking he had started, then placed the slippery digit against her tingling anus.
Sandy hunched against Stan's finger to let him know that she wanted her anal opening penetrated. He took the hint and she moaned around his pulsing cockhead as his finger was inserted into her clinging ass-hole. Just a few in and almost out thrusts triggered her release. While she was writhing passionately, she sucked furiously and his big cock jerked erratically, spraying her tonsils with gob after gob of hot semen.
Gulping down the thick cream, Sandy kept on sucking and swallowing until the last tasty drop was drained and Stan's cock lost most of its hardness. God, what a truly wonderful experience, Sandy thought as they slowly pulled away from each other and she rolled over on her side. How lucky she was to have such an understanding, uninhibited young man for her future husband!
Quickly recovering, she twisted back around and they pressed their wet lips together in a tender kiss. They then rested in silence, side by side, and Sandy didn't have to be told that Stan's happiness matched her own.
"We'll take a little nap and then go eat in the restaurant," Stan finally said. "I thought we could stay here tonight and start out for Nevada tomorrow. How does that sound, honey?"
"Great," Sandy said, not really sleepy, but glad to take a break from the sexual activities.
"There's one thing we haven't tried," Stan said. "Maybe my cock's too big for you, though. I have no big thing about corn-holing, but I wanted you to know that I have nothing against the act."
Sandy saw that Stan had another hard-on. She fleetingly wondered if she was going to have trouble satisfying him. That would be an unexpected switch, she thought. But she wasn't all that tired and she did want to give ass-fucking a try with his big beauty.
"Now?" she asked. "Or after we take a nap?"
He laughed. "I don't think I can go to sleep like this!"
Laughing with him, passionately excited again, Sandy started to get on her hands and knees. He stopped her by saying that he wanted her to stay on her back. She did, watching as he got between her legs and placed a pillow under her buttocks. He moved the pillow around until he had her ass tilted at what he seemed to think was the right angle, then grinned and eased his poking prick into her succulent pussy.
After a few thrusts into her cunt he pulled his cock out and placed the wet knob against her puckered ass-hole. She relaxed when he pushed and only let out a little gasp when the big cockhead slipped past the tight elastic ring. He wanted to know if she was all right and she said that she was. He began easing the thick shaft into the clinging, yielding and very tight tunnel inch by painful inch.
Sandy gritted her teeth and clutched at the sheet with her fingers until the pain turned into a dull ache and then the ache gave way to the expected warm glow. She smiled when the big cock was all the way in and told her young lover to pour the meat to her. He did and even as she lost herself in passion she silently gave thanks for the love she had found and that she was confident would never end.