Steve Golden - Free and easy bride

He pistoned his ass up and down. He buried his prick to the balls again and again. And then he was shuddering on top of her. His cock flexed and spurted out a thick stream of spunk up her ass. He drew back, paused for a split second, and then plunged his prick back inside her. Another gusher of jizz spiraled up her ass.

"Yes! Oh fuck, yes!" she cooed. "Flood my asshole with cum! Spurt out all your lovely spunk in my shit-chute!"

A third jet of cum shot up her ass. His cock was trembling as it ripped up, her tight shitter. He grunted and groaned, half out of his mind. His hips humped up and down with the same steady rhythm. Cum gushed out of his prick in streams. It overflowed her asshole and poured down over her gaping cunt in silvery strands.

"SO good! So fucking good! And so dirty?" Shelby howled. She accepted his thrusts with littie grunts of pleasure.

She felt wonderful, but she still hadn't cum herself. That was okay though. Once Kenny was through with her ass, she'd clean him up and get him started on her cunt. He would stay hard. She would make sure of that. They still had over an hour to fool around before Leo came home.

"Ass-fuck me, you bastard!" she raved. "Don't stop! Cram your big ugly cock all the way up my ass! Flood my shit-chute with gooey hot spunk!"

When Leo arrived home an hour and a half later, he was just in time to see Kenny leaving. He was maybe half a block from the house when he saw the front door open. He remembered Kenny from the wedding reception, and he was about to honk his horn and say hello. He figured the young man had been paying Shelby a polite social call. Something made him pause. He didn't honk the horn. In fact he drove on up the street so that the young man wouldn't see him. He pulled over to the side of the road, and waited till Kenny climbed into his sports car and drove off. Then he reversed and drew into the driveway of the big white house. He slipped into the back door quietly, his heart pounding.

The place was very quiet. There was no sign of Shelby. Usually at this time of day she was in front of the television set, wrapped up in some game show. Leo felt his heart pounding as he slowly climbed the stairs. He wasn't sure what he would find, but it wasn't going to be good. He had a feeling.

Shelby was sleeping. She was sprawled out across their big bed, naked but for a garter belt and a pair of stockings. She lay on her belly, her crotch supported by a pillow. Her lovely ass was raised up in the air and there was a deep hollow in the small of her back. Her legs were spread wide.

Leo put down his briefcase and approached her. He stepped quietly, so as not to disturb her. When he was beside the bed he bent down to examine her crotch more closely. Something wet and glistening attracted his attention. He knew what it was, of course, had known as soon as he stepped into the room. But he wanted to make sure. Something made him want to study every detail of this weird scene.

It was cum. Her cuntlips were splayed wide as if a baseball bat had been rammed up inside her. They were puffy and swollen, and rivers of silver spunk were still drooling from them. Her pubic hair was matted with the stuff.

His eyes drifted up to her asshole, and he could see that this too was grossly expanded. The muscles hadn't puckered closed yet. They gaped around a hole the size of a quarter. Streams of jism poured from the pit. The insides of both asscheeks were smeared and shiny with goo.

With his heart still pounding, he moved up to examine her face. He could only see half of it. Her head was buried in another pillow. But he could see more than enough. Her lips were half open and shiny. Flakes of drying cum surrounded them. Two squiggles of half dry jism ran up her cheek toward her eye. She hadn't even bothered to wipe them dry before drifting off to sleep.

He moved away from the bed and slumped down in a chair by the window. He looked very tired all of a sudden. He sat there ten, twenty, thirty minutes without moving, without saying a word. He just gazed across the room at the figure of the young slut on the bed. For the first time he noticed that one of her garters had snapped loose of her stocking. The nylon was wrinkled around the top of her thigh.

She stirred finally. She shifted on the bed and her eyes flicked opened the first thing she saw was her husband over by the window. She couldn't see his face because of the light behind him. She smiled sleepily and shifted some more on the bed. Then for the first time she realized what she must look like.

"Leo, darling, I didn't know you were home," she mumbled. "I must have fallen asleep, I guess."

She reached for a sheet that was beyond her grasp. She gave up and drew her knees up to her belly as she rolled onto her side. It was a pretty hopeless attempt to cover herself up, and she knew it. She lay there rolled up into a ball and gazed at her husband seriously. She didn't know what else to say.

"You must really think I'm a jerk, hey?" he said finally. "Less than a week after our wedding, and you're with another guy behind my back. I bet this isn't the first time either, is it?"

"No," she whispered. There didn't seem any paint in lying.

"Don't tell me. I don't want to know," he snapped. "What an idiot I've been. Everybody told me you were the biggest slut in town and I thought you'd change. I thought all you wanted was to settle down."

"That is what I wanted, Leo," she pouted. "It still is. I just need time to get used to marriage. I'm not used to it."

He snorted and sat forward in his chair. For some reason he couldn't take his eyes off her. Even sweaty and messed up as she was, there was still something so sexy about her. He noticed that her big tits were streaked with cum as well. Just how much jizz had young Kenny shot off on her anyway?

"This can't go on, Shelby," he said. "I can't live with a whore. I love you, but you've got to leave for a while. Maybe for good. I just don't want to see you for a while."

"No! I don't want to go away! I couldn't stand it!" She glanced around the room, at the clean white furnishings. There was real panic in her eyes.

"You have to. You've messed up," he said, standing up. "I'm going back out for a while now. When I come back, I don't want to find you here. If you're still around, I'll have you thrown out."

"Please, Leo, I'm sorry!" she cried. "It won't happen again. I won't fuck anyone else. I'll do anything for you. Just don't send me away. You can do anything you want to me, any dirty, kinky thing!"

She tried to grab his leg as he strode past her to the door. He brushed her hand away. Before he left the room he turned to give her one last look from the doorway. There was a mixture of love and disgust on his face. He was flushed and breathing heavily.

"It always comes down to sex with you, doesn't it?" he sneered. "Do you ever think of anything else?"

He turned and strode down the stairs. Soon there was the sound of the front door slaming. Shelby knelt on the bed for a while, staring after him. She wanted to jump up and run after him, but she just didn't have the energy. She sank back into the bed and groaned.

Her mind was racing. He meant what he said, she was sure. Leo was a pussycat in many ways, but he was stubborn as hell. If he said he didn't want to see her for a while, there was no point in hanging around hoping he'd change his mind.

The best idea was to go off somewhere for a day or so and wait for him to cool off. But where?

She got up off the bed and took a hot shower, scrubbing all of Kenny's cum from her. Then she dressed and packed a few things in an overnight bag. She called a cab, and within the hour she was striding back into her honeymoon hotel, asking for Charlie Tate. She wasn't sure how he'd receive her, but it was worth a try.