Heather Brown - Blow girl

"When you really love someone, you know right away," he said, "so why waste a lot of time waiting around."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"As sure as I'll ever be about anything. And how about you, Honeysuckle, do you love me? Are you sure?"

All of a sudden, as I put my troubled life behind me, there seemed to be only one correct answer. "Yes, darling, I'm sure."

Tom and I couldn't even stand to wait for the three days the state required after a marriage license was taken out before the ceremony could take place. Instead, we talked it over on Margot's living room couch and decided we would drive across the state line where there was no waiting period, the same as Jeff and I had done. At first I was reluctant to agree to this, the memory of my brief marriage to Jeff stirring up so many unpleasant memories. I explained my reluctance to Tom, saying, "It seems like a bad omen to me, like a bad way to get started. It's almost as though we were putting some sort of curse on ourselves."

"That's silly," he retorted. "You know you don't believe in things like that. After all, you and Jeff were just silly kids. You and I know what we're doing."

Finally he convinced me that going across the state line was not going to make any difference as long as we really loved each other, and we made preparations to leave. I left a note for Margot, telling her that Tom and I were going to be married, and that I would be moving into his apartment, and thanked her for her hospitality.

At that moment I made the decision that in addition to getting out of her apartment, I was going to get out of her life. My marriage to Tom was to be the beginning of a new phase of my life and II wanted to leave as much of the past behind as possible. I silently vowed to myself that I wouldn't be seeing her again.

Tom and I dashed out the door when I had finished with the note, got into his car, and sped toward the state line. After the ceremony, our craving for each other wouldn't permit us to drive all the way back to Tom's apartment in the city before we made love. Tom pulled into an isolated motel and rented us a room, writing with a flourish on the register: "Mr. and Mrs. Tom Rafferty."

"Do you think they believed us?" I giggled as we walked toward our room, ecstatically happy.

Inside the room we set a world's record for getting our clothes off, and then dove for the bed and each other's panting, naked bodies.

Tom pushed me back on the bed, his leg forcing its way into my already dripping cunt. I shoved back against his force while he nibbled on my tits. There wasn't much foreplay because we were both so hot and anxious to fuck. He crashed his body on top of me and was instantly between my thighs, pumping his hard cock at my swollen cuntlips. I grabbed his prick and inserted it with a strong jerk into my cunt. He moaned and thrust at me and I felt the rock-hard flesh entering me deeply. I moaned in pleasure and he instantly rubbed the most sensitive spot inside the walls of my cunt with the probing head of his surging cock.

"Oh, that's good," I said huskily, and kissed his face wetly.

He responded by sticking his tongue into my mouth, and each time he pulled his cock out, he would thrust his tongue deep into my mouth. I found this to be delightful, and wasn't surprised when I had a quick orgasm that Left me breathless but hungry for more.

As Tom pumped down savagely between my loins, I started fucking him back as hard as I could, matching his every downward thrust with an upward one, the moisture lubricating our genitals causing a loud smack at the point of impact.

"How does my cock feel inside you?" he asked as he removed his tongue from my mouth and began nibbling at my ear, breathing into it as we continued to fuck away at each other. "Is it hard enough for you? Am I hitting you where you need to be hit?"

This sort of consideration really surprised me, and made me love him all the more. "It's just right," I gasped. "Just keep fucking me, Tom. God, your cock is hard tonight!"

"And your tight pussy is making it harder," he breathed in my ear.

"Fuck me, darling," I moaned, and pushed up at him several times with all my might as he continued to plunge down on me.

Suddenly I could feel his muscles tense up and I knew he was ready to come. My own body was in such harmony with his that when I sensed he was on the verge of a climax my own panic button started to sound, also. I wanted to cap it off with something special, so just as I sensed he was getting ready to come, I whispered urgently, "Please, please, do it in my mouth this time!"

Tom quickly withdrew from my cunt and slid up on my sweating body, and with the cheeks of his ass spread across my tits, shoved his palpitating cock between my quivering lips and into my hungry mouth. I moved my head furiously back and forth, trying to sustain the friction with my mouth that my cunt had started.

And then his cock seemed to double in size, and the hand I had on his balls could feel them violently contract as he started to come. I thought he was never going to stop squirting the thick, warm jism into my mouth. He did hesitate twice, but immediately resumed with an even greater flow, as if he had a faucet between his legs he could turn off and on at will, filling my mouth beyond capacity, sticky globs of cum oozing out of the corners and dribbling down my face. I gleefully swallowed every drop, and when we were finished and lay exhausted side by side, I made no attempt to wipe his jism from my face.

The honeymoon, as it turned out, however, was soon over. It wasn't that we didn't love each other all of a sudden, because we were still crazy about each other, but little differences began to pop up. Since this was my third marriage and I was scared of failing again, I felt it was my duty to compromise when we had disagreements, and before long I found myself doing a lot of it. Still, I kept telling myself, I loved Tom, and even disagreeing with him was better than living with Margot, or being a bottomless dancer. Tom had mentioned a house and babies when he a had proposed. After we had been married a couple of weeks I told him that I was going to stop taking birth control pills so we could get a start on the family we had talked about. He became very nervous and wanted to know why I was in such a hurry. When I asked him if he was going back on his word, he assured me that he wasn't, that he still wanted children, and to move from our apartment into a house of our own more than he ever did-but not immediately. He explained it by saying, "I don't want to share you with anyone, not even an unborn baby, for the first year. Besides, we're young yet. There'll be plenty of time later for babies and mortgages."

Because I loved him, I gave in to him. One thing Tom had a lot of was charm, and it quickly became apparent that he could talk me into anything. His charm also attracted other women, though; and every day when he left for work I found myself trying to conquer a nagging sense of jealousy. He did very little to help me conquer it. Although he obviously loved me, that didn't mean he'd taken an oath to ignore all other women. Tom liked girls, and at the parties we went to he would often flirt with them. I kept telling myself it meant nothing, that he'd chosen me, and that kept me from getting too upset.

Part of my problem was that I didn't have a whole lot to do. The apartment we lived in was relatively small and didn't need a lot of housework on my hands, I spent a lot of it worrying about things that I probably wouldn't have considered if I had been busier, and I wound up getting upset. Finally, I could take the boredom no longer and decided that as long as I had a lot of time I might as well use it to improve myself, and I enrolled in an extension program to get my high school diploma, and also to learn some useful employment skills.