Donna Allen - Their horny new mom

Now that she was getting what she wanted, she didn't mind waiting. She wanted him at the peak of excitement so maybe he would let her get on top. But even the missionary position appealed to her at this point.

She tirelessly bobbed her head up and down over his fuckpole. Her hair flew over her face, clinging to the perspiration dripping down her temples. Her tongue probed Paul's jizz-slit and lapped over his nuts.

She grunted when she sucked his entire fuckknob into her mouth. How she loved the taste and feel of his bloated knob! How she loved the taste of his cock-cream as it leaked out of the tip!

She thought about bow it would feel when his prick was finally inside her. She pressed her tits against him and suctioned half his shaft into her mouth. When he fucked her, he directed his shaft over her cunt. That part was always good. But he didn't do it long enough and she was never able to come.

The truth was she never came when he fucked her. Not once in the six months of their marriage or during their engagement. The only time she climaxed was when she brought herself off. She was determined to change all that now. Now that they were married, she could demand more of him.

Her pussy ached with the need to be filled. And soon it would be filled with a nice, stiff cock. Paul was groaning, lying back against the pillow and clutching her head.

She felt the blood thumping through his body and she longed to get on top of him and sink down onto his dick. But she knew he would be angry if she was that aggressive, so she restrained herself.

Paul muttered and thrust himself forward against her face. His cock surged into her throat and she gagged slightly, but managed to hold it there for a moment.

"Get it in there!" he said, thrusting his dick into her throat.

She held her breath and controlled her gag-reflex. And she held him there against her windpipe and relished the pleasure she was giving them both.

Still, as much as she loved sucking his cock, she was worried that he might come in her mouth and leave her frustrated. She didn't want to wind up in the bathroom using her fingers on her pussy. No! she thought as she released his prick from her throat. Not tonight!

He grabbed her hair roughly and tried to push it back into her mouth. "Why'd you stop?"

She crawled over next to him and lay on her side. "I didn't want you to come."

"What the hell," he muttered. "What were you sucking it for if you didn't want me to come?"

"I wanted to get you excited so we could fuck?"

"Jesus, Marilyn, when a guy gets sucked, he wants to come. Didn't you know that?"

"Oh, Paul, that's not true." She tried to tease him by kissing his navel, but he pushed her away.

"No, seriously, if a women sucks a guy, she's got to expect him to come. That's the way it is and that's why I don't dig it. I warned you I didn't like it, didn't I?"

"Yes, but you seemed to like it just now."

"Jesus, Marilyn, it feels good. It's just that I knew we'd have this argument. Now, will you go to sleep?"

"But, I'm horny," she pouted, draping one leg over his hip.

"And I'm tired."

"Let me get on top and I'll do the work. You won't have to do a thing, but lay there."

"Jesus, you're too much. Where's the timid girl I met and married."

Marilyn giggled as she pulled her nightgown over her head and climbed on top of him. She flung one leg over and straddled his crotch. She positioned her snatch over his up thrust prick. "What timid girl?"

He groaned, but chuckled despite himself. "Who says women don't change once they're married?"

Marilyn giggled as she hovered over him and rubbed her cunt against his cock and balls. She ground herself against him and slipped his cockhead inside her hairy cuntlips.

This was the first time she'd gotten, on top, and she was overwhelmed with excitement. Maybe it was the start of a new era for them. Maybe now they would do all the wild things she'd read about for years.

Without thinking, she sat down on his prick. It soared into her cunt-channel and she gripped it with her strong interior muscles. "Honey, you're in!" she said.

"Yeah, I know."

"It feels so good!" She threw her head back and closed her eyes. Her entire body felt incredibly alive. This was what life was all about. Two bodies becoming one.

Every nerve-ending in her cunt blazed. She held him inside her without moving and relished the feeling of being penetrated. She thought about the last time she and Harold had fucked and how boring it had been. Harold always made sure she came though. He used his finger on her cunt after they fucked and even though it wasn't the most exciting climax in the world he made sure she wasn't left totally frustrated.

Which was more than Paul did and he was her husband. But that was in the past. Tonight was a watershed. She knew that instinctively. It was the beginning of their marriage and from now on things would be wonderful.

She began to bounce and jiggle her ass, raising and lowering herself. A dim light filled the room, the light from the streetlights outside. She glanced down and saw Paul's dick as she raised herself and kept only his cockhead in her twat. It glistened with her juice. It shone with it.

Paul closed his eyes and his face was expressionless. A monotonous groan escaped his throat. But his cock responded to her cunt. It pulsated body inside her.

"Does it feel good, darling?" she said.

"Yeah, fine."

She bent over and kissed him on the lips. He didn't respond. She tried to force her tongue inside his mouth, but he pushed her away.

"Don't do that."

"Suck my tits, honey?" she said, flopping forward and feeding him one of her long pink nipples.

"Jesus, Marilyn, I've got a big day tomorrow!"

"It won't take much longer, honey," she said, trying to push her tit into his mouth. "Just suck a little."

He opened his mouth and she managed to get a good portion of her tit in. But he sucked without enthusiasm and she finally pulled it out and sat up straight again.

She knew she had a tight cunt. Even Harold had told her that. He told her that her cunt felt like a tight leather glove on his cock. Paul never complimented her on her cunt.

"I'm coming," he muttered now, his face contorted.

Marilyn stopped moving. "Not yet, hon," she said, on the verge of tears. They'd been fucking about a minute. She needed more time. It wasn't fair!

She felt conflicted and torn. On the one hand she wanted to be a good wife. On the other, she had needs too. If she told Paul how frustrated she was, he might be angry. If she didn't tell him, she would remain horny.

His cock imbedded inside her tight snatch, Paul came and after a few jerky thrusts he pulled out of her cunt and rolled onto his belly.

Within two minutes he was asleep. Marilyn watched the minute-hand on the clock next to the bed. Exactly two minutes. She climbed off the bed and padded toward the bathroom.

Paul stirred. "Where you going, hon?"

"To pee."

"You always pee after we fuck."

"Yeah, I do, don't I?"

"Night, babe."

"Goodnight, honey."

Once she was in the bathroom she sat down on the toilet and fingered her hot cunt. Well, I'm married, she thought. And who promised me a rose garden?

Denise Green felt like she was coming unglued. She pushed a pillow over her head, trying to drown out the sound she heard coming from her brother's room.

It was the sound of fucking. And the blonde was jealous. She couldn't stand the fact that a strange woman had thrust herself into their lives and into her home. A strange woman who had no right to be there was in bed with her brother. Taking Denise's rightful place.

Not that Paul had ever touched her improperly. But in her dreams Denise and her darling younger brother had enjoyed many sexual engagements.