Paul Mall: Driving Men To Distraction

"My pussy," he corrected.

She nodded, her lips parting as if to speak. Then another moan escaped from the depths of her throat. He had just tickled a fingertip up into the tight confines of her rectum.

"Chance! Oh Chance," she groaned, her ass pushing back as though trying to entrap the probing digit. "I can feel it!"

His instincts had been right. Her perky little bottom was as sensual as the rest of her magnificent body. He worked his fingertip around within her, creating all sorts of arousing sensations in his young bride. He didn't try to wedge his finger in deeply. It was unlubricated and he didn't want to tear or damage the delicate membrane of her rectal channel. He just wanted to excite her, and give her a taste of what now titillated his own mind.

"Different," she moaned in a panting voice. "It feels so different.

What are you doing to me?"

"Loving you," he said, kissing down the graceful, white arch of her neck. "Showing you all the pleasures I can give."

"You're getting hard again," she murmured, thrusting her crotch into him. "I can feel you twitching and growing."

He was. The deflated snake of his penis was throbbing back to life. The very thought of what entered his mind was like a stiff jolt of erotic strength.

"I don't believe it," she said. "All those books I read said a man needs time to rest and recuperate after climax. What are you, some kind of superman?"

"Didn't you notice the big "S" on my longjohns," he chuckled, tickling his finger around in the hot little mouth of her anus. "All those books didn't mention the effects a sexy woman has on a man. Turns a ninetyeight pound weakling into a horny sex fiend!"

"Ohhhh!" His finger eased up inside her a bit more. He didn't know where it was coming from, but her asshole suddenly seemed moist, as though trying to accommodate his delving digit.

"I think my sweet young wife has the desire to be buggered," he said moving his finger back and forth in penis-imitating fashion.

"Chance!" She tried to sound shocked, but the quavering of her words and the weak trembly shivers of her body gave her away. "You don't mean…"

"That's exactly what I mean!" He hugged her close, his probing digit working its exciting sensations within her ass. "I think my wife would like to feel a cock up her ass."

"Why, that's… that's…"

"Sodomy, buggery, cornholing," he said completing her statement for her. "It's also very nice. That is, if you want it."

"I don't know…" She shivered some more, stirred by the finger wiggling around within her rectum. "Yesss, dammit! I do want it. I want to give you all of me. I'm tired of being a virgin!"

He kissed her, throwing his tongue deeply into her mouth as she surrendered to him. They held there long and lingering, until at last, both had to come up for air.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked, unsure of what was to happen, but willing to do whatever he said.

"First off," he said, "we need some type of lubricant. This tight little ass doesn't have the juices your pussy produces. Do you have any petroleum jelly?"

"Sorry," she replied with a shake of her head. "I know it's supposed to be the virgin bride's handy remedy, but I also knew what you did to me.

I didn't think we'd have any need."

"Hmmmmm," he pondered, slowing slipping his finger from her asshole.

She moaned in disappointment. "No problem. I think our breakfast might provide a solution."

"Breakfast?" She looked at him as though he had lost his marbles.

"You're not thinking about jelly are you? I mean real jelly?"

He laughed. "Close, but not quite there. Don't worry, just lay here and relax. I'll be back in a moment."

He found what he was looking for amid the remnants of their room service breakfast-three pats of butter-slick and slippery, just what he was looking for. She smiled when he entered the room carrying the small platter of butter.

"A man with a quick mind, that's what I like," she chuckled. "Now what should I do?"

"On your hands and knees. I'll take care of the rest," he directed, climbing back on the bed with her. "Just try to relax. This little mouth is a lot smaller than your pussy, even though it's tight."

She nodded, doing as he said. The naked demi-globes of her ass, eggshell white, and smooth like satin, wiggled up at him. He leaned forward and kissed each of the tempting cushions. She sighed while goosebumps erupted along her spine.

Working his index finger around in one of the butter pats, he coated it, then eased the half-moons of the woman's ass apart. The dark, little ring of her anus lay open to his view.

"This might be a bit cold," he said, using his finger to smear the butter over the puckered mouth of her asshole.

"Oh!" She squealed under the intimate contact. "It is cold, but it feels good!"

He smiled, using his finger to swirl up some more of the butter and return it to her ass. Slowly, slickening the tight mouth of her anus, he worked his finger into her backside. He used two of the pads, making sure the taut tunnel of her bowels was slippery and greased. Without the careful preparation any attempt at penetrating her from the back would be painful, terribly painful, at the very least. At the worse, he could rip and tear the delicate membrane of her rectum. Only a brutal sadist would want that. What he wanted was pleasure, for her and for him.

She crooned eagerly as his finger worked up into the hot tunnel of her ass. Her body moved and trembled with each swirling stroke of his digit. She was ready and willing. Having felt the carnal delight of having a man entrenched in the warm sheath of her quim and feeling the throbbing excitement of a man in her mouth, she was ardent in her need to discover the pulsing hardness of a cock shoved up the virgin channel of her back.

"Just another moment or two," he whispered. "Think relax. Let every muscle in your body go limp."

"That's impossible," she replied. "I'm excited!"

He grinned, understanding her anticipation. He was excited too. "Try to relax. Just concentrate on relaxing."

She nodded. "Yes, sir, whatever you say. But it will be damn hard."

He used the last pat of butter to prepare himself. Quickly he ran the lubricating butter up and down the length of his rigid shaft. He coated every inch of his manhood, paying especial attention to the bloodfilled knob of his glans, making sure it was slick and slippery to ease his entrance into her anus.

The butter was cold. But the coolness did nothing to diminish his lusty need to penetrate the tight confines of his new bride's virgin ass.

"Now," he said in a soft, reassuring voice. "We'll take this slow and easy. If it hurts, tell me. I'll stop immediately. I don't want to hurt you. Understand?"

"Yes," she said. "But I know it won't hurt. I want this too much for it to hurt."

Grasping each cheek of her alluring hindquarters, he spread them widely. The slackened ring of her anus lay before him like a dark bull's eye.

He eased forward, pressing the plum-like crown of his cock against the puckered mouth. The dark-tressed beauty kneeling before him moaned and trembled, aroused by the pulsing contact of his sex.

"Relax," he whispered. "Think relax."

Her head bobbed between her shoulders. He felt the tension in her buttocks ease, as she prepared to receive the hard length of his prick.

He pressed forward again. The engorged crown of his cock flattened against the clamped mouth of her anus. He increased pressure, pushing harder into her. The puckered ring still did not give. Her flesh sank in, forming a slight depression, then a dark cavern around his stiff stalk.

"Relax," he said. "Relax, relax."

Again, he felt her tense, then relax. The hard nodes ringing the mouth of her backside softened a little, then went flaccid. The strong cincture of her ass gave way. With a sucking, plopping sound, the head of his cock vanished into the little, brown hole of her rear.