David Crane: The newlywed neighbors

Mark grinned. That had been one of the last things he'd taught her on their honeymoon. His hand reached down under her and slid between the lust-dampened cheeks of her buttocks, his fingers searching the soft flesh as he probed for her anal orifice. His middle fingertip suddenly found the tightly puckered little circle of her rectum, moistened with the rivulet of cuntal moisture that seeped down from the warm slit above, where his penis was still fucking into her with long deep thrusts. He pushed at the tight ring of muscle, gently at first, then a little harder, feeling it tighten and resist in quivering spasms of involuntary tensing.

Another push and his middle finger was sunk to the base inside her rectal passage, and she was urging him on, not wanting him to think that he was hurting her too much. Mark delighted in the fantastic sensation of feeling his cock tunneling into her through the fleshy membrane that separated the two passages. He shoved both finger and cock into her with perfect rhythm, in slow steady strokes that were driving her insane with delicious desire.

His cock felt as large as the end of a baseball bat, swollen and distended beyond belief, yet the soft wet walls of pink flesh held him securely, the moist edges of her pussy lips sucking him deeper and deeper into the whirlpool of her passion. Every inward thrust slammed his cum-inflated balls against the wide-spread crevice of her buttocks and the palm of his hand as he shoved yet another finger into her tight rectal opening. She moaned lustfully as the two stiffened fingers stretched the delicate ring of her anus, and her nails bit into his back and left thin streaks of red across his shoulder blades as she writhed frantically beneath him. Kate tried to take every muscular inch of her husband's firm hard body into the ravenously hungry orifices up between her legs.

Mark doubted that he could hold back the searing flood of thick hot sperm that was aching to burst from his testicles as he pumped into his wife faster now, every thrust taking him to the hidden reaches of her churning belly, every deep lunging motion bringing another cry of ecstasy from her parted lips. Her thighs were gripped around him like a vise, and he knew that she would reach her climax soon. She moaned from deep in her throat as he responded with a plundering assault on her cunt with his skewering cock, matched with a steady ravishment of her stretched anus with his fingers.

Her knees were pressed tightly back, nearly doubling her body in half, her nakedly upturned pussy moist with the flowing juices of her desire.

Her eyes were closed, her lips parted with an inaudible cry. She choked the words finally from her throat.

"Oooohhh… GOD! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! That's wonderful! I'm cumming… cumming… fuck me like that… like that… cumming…"

Her ankles were behind his shoulders as she ground her buttocks hungrily upward, lifting them both up bodily from the bed, her whole body writhing with unbelievable strength, strength drawn from the fathomless well of passion her husband was tapping.

The room suddenly echoed with a soul-rending moan that tore from Kate's lips with all the fury of her passion. Her body tensed its full sweat-moistened length, arching high off the bed so that only her shoulders and heels touched the mattress, as she ground her body upward into his and fused them together in one lewdly writhing unison. Her hands locked on the firm muscular half-moons of his buttocks, pulling him deeper into her belly as she quivered with the agony of her impending climax.

"Aaaaaaaaaaa Ggggggggg Hhhhhhhhhhh…!!!" Her cry trailed off to a whimper of anguished pleasure, and Mark let go the painful contraction that had held back the seething torrent of hot liquid cum building up in his lust-swollen balls. He felt the current of viscous fluid race along the shaft of his organ, pause for an instant, then spurt in an unending stream into his wildly gyrating young wife's quivering belly.

Mark shuddered, then shuddered again as his balls were emptied of their life giving juices. He felt her body loosen as she collapsed in his arms, and then he fell forward onto her, so weakened that he could not support himself a second longer outstretched over her still-trembling naked body. She held his naked firm body tight against her and they lay very still for a long time…

And then a moaning from her husband brought her to the real world again. She opened her eyes with a start, feeling as though she had drifted off to sleep and relived the passionate experience of the night before. Uuuuuuuuuummmmmm… she could still feel her husband's hard-driving penis fucking in and out of her cunt.

Then it dawned on her that it was not her husband's penis she was feeling, but her own fingers. While she had been dreaming about the night before, she had unconsciously moved her hand down along her naked belly.

Slowly, softly, she removed her finger from her wetly seething pussy and brought it out from under the blankets to lightly brush her hand over husband's forehead.

"Time to wake up, darling," she said in a loving voice. As his eyes opened and then reclosed, she made a hasty glance at the clock. Hardly any time had elapsed while she had been reliving that wonderful fucking session. Less than a minute of real time had gone by!

She smiled as she returned her gaze at her husband, who was making a valiant effort to wake up.

"Good morning," she said, looking lovingly into his eyes.

"Uuuuuuummmm… g'morning," he mumbled. "What time is it?"

"About seven thirty."

As she said that, Mark suddenly snapped into total awakeness.

"Seven thirty!" he exclaimed. "Why the hell aren't you fixing breakfast?"

"Ooooohhh… we have plenty of time for that," she said coyly.

Mark bolted to a sitting position, the blanket dropping from his chest to reveal the hairy wash of dark hair there.

"Plenty of time for what?" he said with an icy tone that Kate had never heard him use before. "I have to be at work in an hour and a half."

"You'll make it," she soothed, running her fingers lightly across his chest. "I thought you might like to start the day out right."

Mark ignored her. Tossing the blanket to one side, he slithered out of bed and nakedly walked across the room to their closet.

"I'd love to," he said in a hurried voice, "but I just don't have the time."

He wrapped a towel around his waist and walked quickly to the bathroom, leaving Kate looking bewildered. He acted almost as though he was afraid of her touching him. She remembered that as he had walked across the room, he didn't have an erection.

Was it possible that, for the first time since they were married, he wasn't going to fuck her in the morning? It certainly looked that way, but Kate wasn't willing to believe that. Not yet at least.

Slipping from her side of the bed, she wrapped a skimpy, sheer bathrobe around her excited flesh. As she walked from the bedroom to the bathroom, she noticed that her pussy lips were moist and sensitive. Her dreaming had made her really excited and aroused, and she wasn't going to let her husband get away with out fucking her… at least not without a fight!

She stood in the open doorway, watching him covering his face with a thick coat of shaving lather.

"Don't just stand there," he said as though he were scolding her like a child. "I want something to eat before I go to work. I have to make a good impression on them. The company hired me on good faith, and I don't want to disappoint them."

"Why… well… what about me?" Kate asked, trying to keep her voice under control. "I'm your wife…"

"And the honeymoon is over," he interrupted her. "Have you forgotten that that trip took just about all our savings?"

Kate's mouth dropped to the floor and her shoulders slumped. Mark had never been so inconsiderate before. As she stared at him, she saw that his shaving motions stopped, and he was looking at his reflection in the steam-covered mirror.