Titian curls covered Marne's sex mound, bushing thickly so that Marne's pussy mouth was almost hidden in the tangled growth.
Long, seemingly never-ending legs dropped away, creamy thighs parenthesizing the fire-hued pussy triangle.
"You one of those kinky guys who get off just by looking?" Marne asked, taking a deep indraw of breath that made her breasts balloon even larger, almost bringing her swollen nipples into contact with Creagon's muscled chest.
"If anybody can get off just by looking, he'd certainly be able to do it if he were ever lucky enough to get a good look at you."
"Did anyone ever tell you that compliments like that will get you anything?" Marne asked, taking a step forward so that her breasts were suddenly mated with Creagon's pectorals and slightly mushroomed in the process.
"I'm counting on that," Creagon said, taking his wife in his arms again. His chest mashed tighter against Marne's breasts, his belly united with Marne's belly, his cock stomach couched within the crease of Marne's cunt mouth much like a hotdog in its bun, his blond pubic hair entwining with Marne's red strands.
They kissed briefly and then seemed to flow onto the bed, somehow managing not to break contact with each other. The end result of their maneuvering had Creagon on his back, Marne laid out on top of him in the dominant position.
Another thing Marne had always liked about Creagon-from that first time she had gone to bed with him when marriage was the furthest thing from both of their minds-was the fact that Creagon was so confident of his masculinity that he had no qualms whatsoever in letting Marne sometimes do all the work.
How many men had Marne let screw her who would have never thought of lying back and letting Marne play the dominant role? Too, too many, that was for sure. Too many men, stuck with some phony misconception that a man was somehow less a man by playing a more passive role than usual, wanted to be on top or nowhere at all.
"You going to play it butch this evening?" Creagon asked, giving his wife's left ear a playful lick. "Or, are you going to scoot on down and take my hard cock in your lovely mouth?"
"Do you have a preference, sir?" Marne asked, moving herself slightly back and forth along the length of her husband's body. Her sandwiching cunt lips slipped along Creagon's cock belly, leaking lubricating wetness to the large penis.
"I figure I'm feeling horny enough to have it both ways, plus a few variations thereof, before the night is over. Think you're up to putting up with a husband gone satyr for an evening?"
"I should be used to it by now, since my husband seems to turn satyr most every evening," Marne laughed. She gave Creagon a quick kiss, and then, using her arms to push herself, she came to a sitting position, her knees placed to either side of her husband's hips. Her pussy stayed pressed over Creagon's hard cock, her buttocks squatting on Creagon's upper thighs.
"I see you've decided to play merry-go-round horse on my cock, huh?" Creagon asked, his voice already gone throaty in anticipation.
"Whinnnnnnnnnnnnnny," Marne neighed like a mare in heat. She shook her head, letting her fiery mane fly sensuously out around her face.
Marne lifted her ass, her cunt vacating its cupping of Creagon's cock length. Creagon's cock belly was slick with the moisture which had been leaked from Marne's juicy pussy fissure.
Creagon stuck out his tongue and wiggled it back and forth, giving an open invitation for Marne to scuttle on up and get her cunt washed by Creagon's experienced lickings. But, as tempted as Marne was, she knew there would be plenty of time to get that tongue later. Right now, Marne had an urge to get her husband's cock buried deep… deep… deep inside of her.
Marne dropped her right hand down and back behind her. She trailed her fingers up along Creagon's left leg to his thigh, along his thigh to his penis. She hooked her fingers down beneath Creagon's cock back, her thumb curving over his cock belly.
Marne pulled to lift Creagon's cock to a position that was perpendicular to Creagon's muscled belly. Creagon's blood-engorged cock was so stiff it didn't seem to want to budge. If Marne hadn't been so familiar by now with the various stages of stiffness her husband's cock was capable. of achieving, she might have feared snapping his erection right off at its roots. But, Marne knew that as big and as stiff as her husband's meatiness was, there was no way it would break off.
So, Marne held the cock straight up. She slowly dropped her pussy down toward it. She didn't come down hard and fast like a pile driver. Oh, no! She did it slowly, like she and Creagon both liked it. She dropped down until it felt as if it would be forever before her cunt mouth made contact with his cock head.
However, when contact was almost made, when Creagon's pulpy cock head first felt the tickling scratch of the fire-hued hair curled in the vee of Marne's crotch, it was almost as good as if Creagon's cock had just been socked up Marne's cunt to his cock roots. And, when the rubbery cock head actually made contact with Marne's juiced cunt lips, the resulting shock of electricity that darted quickly down into Creagon's body and up into Marne's squatted form, made them both groan out simultaneously.
"Like that?" Marne asked as soon as she had sufficiently recovered from the initial flushing of pleasure. "Like the feel of your fat cock head being rubbed along the mouth of my hair-fringed cunt?"
"You know I do, baby," Creagon answered, his voice low and breathless, feeling as wife moved his cock head back and forth… back and forth… back and forth along her smoothly damp cunt opening.
"You want me to sit down over this fat cock of yours, horny husband of mine? You want your pretty wife's cunt to gobble up all of your cock, right on down to your fat cum-bulged balls, like some toothless whore giving you head?"
"Oh, Christ, Marne, stick it in! Stick it in! Stick it in!"
Creagon knew, given the chance, Marne would continue to tease him until Creagon was half crazy. The fact that Creagon was well aware that any delay would only make the pleasure of insertion all the more intense when it came, didn't make him any the less anxious to have at Marne's cunt right then and there. Creagon wanted the feel of his wife's juice-sopped vagina wrapped snugly around his penis as tightly as any rubber glove ever wrapped a hand and fingers. The only way to speed things up was to get his wife as anxious for the plugging as he was.
Creagon reached up, taking hold of Marne's luscious breasts, one hand clamping to each. Against his palms, Creagon felt the tack-like hardness of Marne's nipples. He pushed his palms against the swollen erections, pressing them down until their tips were flush with their surrounding aureoles. He knew the resulting sensations always drove his wife wild.
"Bastard!" Marne groaned, giving another shake of her head that tousled her wild red hair even further. Still not succumbing, she continued to run her husband's prick head along just the mouth of her cunt, Creagon's pre-seminal leakings adding a sticky addition to the female juices that were already frosting the rim of the cuntal fissure.
Creagon peaked his hands over his wife's breasts, his pursed fingertips pinching Marne's nipples which had again popped to their full heights. He twisted, knowing the pain/pleasure was partly the cause for the flush that was slowly changing his wife's creamy complexion from white to delicious pink.
Marne, though, had a little surprise for her husband. On one of the backward slides of Creagon's cock crown along her cunt mouth, Marne let the cock head keep right on going, right on into the crease of her ass, right to a position on Marne's ass pucker.
Marne sat down over the head of Creagon's cock, giving her buttocks a twisting movement as she did so. Her sphincter ring rolled open around the juice-slicked penile tip and then dropped further, her rubbery ass mouth gumming as it went.