Erika Norman: Her new Daddy

She blushed. "I know, darling," she said. "I want you, too. It's all right."

Was it? She should have been hotly horny by now, aching for him. She, too, had wanted him the moment they met. She'd been dreaming of their first lovemaking. Only now she was scared, fearing it would be a disaster. Her cunt was dry and tight.

"Then let's go to bed," said Hal, tossing off the last of his champagne. "I don't think I can wait another second."

Brenda couldn't stop blushing as they undressed. She felt like a virgin again. They were seeing each other naked for the first time, and they gawked at each other like curious children.

Hal's body was even more attractive than she'd dreamed. He was deeply tanned and muscular and trim all over. His chest was thickly matted with black and grey hairs. And his cock…

She blushed even deeper as she looked at his cock for the first time. Many nights she'd lain awake wondering if he was well hung. Her doubts were gone now. He was hung like a horse.

Even in its semi-limp state, Hal's long rosy prick was impressive. It dangled heavily from a thick nest of salt-and-pepper curls, the circumcised head thick and purple. His balls were large and swollen, dull red in color. For the first time that day, Brenda felt a jolt of sexual excitement. He was built, all right-and she prayed he knew how to use it.

Hal ogled her as eagerly as she studied him, his eyes jumping back and forth between her huge thrusting creamy breasts and the neat little furry triangle of her mons. He took in her tall lush figure with undisguised delight.

"You're beautiful, Brenda," he said. "I'm a helluva lucky guy."

He drew her onto the bed, not bothering to turn down the covers. His hands slipped over her warm silky tits, caressing and molding. He rubbed her light brown nipples with his thumbs, coaxing the little soft nubs into hard erection, sending little shivers of pleasure through her body.

Brenda sighed and ran her hands up and down his hard tan body. The champagne was getting to her, and she was more relaxed. Hal's touch was expert, light but sensual, and she felt herself getting rapidly turned on. Quickly she calculated how long it was since she'd been to bed with a man. Almost six months – that was too damned long. She was overdue for a long hard fuck. She prayed her new husband could give it to her.

Hal chuckled softly. "I always wondered if your tits were padded," he said. "I couldn't believe they were for real. I mean, a beautiful girl plus a huge pair of knockers – too fuckin' much. But now I see you weren't faking."

Brenda pretended to be pouting. "Well," she said, "I like that! I'll have you know, sir, that I wondered about you, too."

"Oh?" said Hal, grinning. "What did you wonder about?"

By way of answer, Brenda slipped her hand into his crotch and gently rubbed his half-limp prick.

"Uh-huh," said Hal, his grin broadening. "Well, now you see the real thing. What do you think?"

Brenda looked down at the big rosy sausage that throbbed warmly under her fingers. "It looks good to me," she said huskily. "But I haven't tested it yet."

Hal quivered hornily at her words. His prick began to twitch under her hand, and then before her widening eyes it rose into taut stiffness. Brenda watched it hungrily, watched it grow long and hard and thick, the dark red glans getting huge and fat. Christ, he was a good eight inches long, a dream prick. Again she prayed he'd know how to use it…

His rising cock pushed her hand upward, the big knobby purple glans nuzzling her palm. She felt a drop of juice spurting out of the dark slit mouth, wetting her hand. She smeared it over his silky hard glans, rubbing his cock into full erection.

Hal sighed loudly. "Baby," he said hoarsely, "you are gonna get so well fucked, you won't walk for a week."

I hope so, thought Brenda.

She snuggled down lower on the bed and stuck out her little pink tongue. Mischievously, lightly, she began to lick the big purple head of Hal's cock. She did it partly because it turned her on, and partly because she wanted to delay. Once he began fucking her, she'd know right away if she'd made a mistake. She wasn't in a hurry to find out.

"Ohhh, baby," Hal said, "that's nice…"

She licked in feathery little wet strokes up and down the long hard stalk of his prick, tasting his light salty juice, enjoying the silky taut texture of his flesh. She ran her tongue lower, onto his hot swollen nuts, and tickled them with the wriggling tip of her tongue.

"Awwwwww, Christ," Hal said, moaning.

Brenda was glad to please him. She'd never actually blown anybody before, but she liked to lick and taste. She kept it up, bathing his cock and balls with her saliva, making Hal moan and sigh. Then she felt his hand sneaking between her legs.

He cupped and pressed the puffy curls of her mons, and then he worked a stiff finger inside the plump lips and touched the little red bump of her clitoris. Brenda flinched with sudden pleasure. She loved to be touched on her little joy button. Hal began to rub and tickle it with his fingertip, and hot pleasure melted her belly.

"Ohhh, darling, yes," she said, "touch me there…"

Hal obeyed, running his fingertip briskly around the highly sensitive shaft of her little red clit. She began to cream heavily and helplessly, gushes of steamy juice pumping from her cunt to wet his finger. She moaned and rubbed her horny little pussy against his hand, seeking more friction.

Meanwhile she went on licking his swollen rosy cock, and his juice bubbled out steadily. She lapped it up and swallowed it, enjoying the taste. She thought briefly about taking his cock in her mouth, sucking it, but the idea repulsed her. She'd never been tempted to do that. Instead she went on licking and kissing his wonderfully long thick prick.

Very soon now it would be in her. She thought about that, and her aroused twat gushed another flood of steamy juice onto Hal's hand. It had been so long since she'd been laid. She needed it desperately.

Hal's finger crept into her steamy little cunt, inching slowly upward, probing and exploring the silky wet passage. Brenda shivered with pleasure.

"Oooooo," she moaned, "yessssss…"

In her excitement she wriggled her wet little tongue tip into the slitted mouth of his glans, burrowing deep, reaming out his tasty juice. Hal groaned.

"Baby," he said huskily, "that's great – but if you keep it up another second, I'm gonna cum. You better get it while it's hard."

The moment had come. There was no more delaying. Hal rolled her over onto her back and gently but eagerly parted her long lovely legs. He was about to fuck her, about to let her know what kind of man she'd married…

He glanced for a moment at her exposed pussy. With her legs wide apart like that, he could see everything. Brenda knew she had a pretty slit. Others had told her so. It was narrow, scarlet, and delicately fringed with fine brown hairs. She needn't worry about repulsing him. Still she blushed.

It was crazy. She was thirty years old, the mother of a teenager, and she must have fucked at least a dozen different men in her life – but she felt like this was the first time. She trembled with nervousness.

Hal noticed it, noticed her staring anxiously at the heavy hard pole of his dick which weaved lewdly in his lap. The huge purple head was aimed menacingly at her little shadowed cunt mouth, dripping big blobs of juice.

"Hey, take it easy, sweetheart," he said soothingly. "It's not that big…"

Brenda managed a nervous smile. Then Hal was letting himself down on her, flattening her big thrusting tits with his hard chest. She felt the enormous rock-hard head of his cock pressing tightly into her narrow cunt mouth. It felt huge and thick as it went into her.

"Oooooo," she moaned.