But soon, I noticed that every time he brought the head of his cock down through my slit, he touched it to the rim of my cunt hole, pressing a little harder each time.
Soon, he was pushing it into me… spreading the muscles of my cunt hole a little harder each time.
The width of his glans was wider than my hole, but the flesh wasn't as hard as the rest of his cock, and the pressure was gentle, easy to take.
The friction was amazing. I could feel every small part of his cock, but there was no rubbing… nothing that hurt. My juices were thickly layered over the surface of my cunt walls and as he kept pushing his cock deeper and deeper into me, the surface of his erect shaft grew just as greasy and wet.
I was losing track of the passage of time.
I only knew that the sensations inside my cunt were growing stronger and stronger, and I had no idea how long it was taking, nor did I care.
I felt more and more of his cock sinking into my cunt with every stroke.
He was starting to hold the thing inside me as he reached the bottom of each stroke.
And finally, I felt the head touching the back wall.
It had taken so long, and he'd done it in such small increments, I hadn't really noticed that he was increasing the depth each time, only that he'd finally managed to bury his entire cock inside my cunt. It was filling me totally!
And then, he began to fuck me… pulling it out, all the way to the opening, letting his glans hang there at the rim, tickling my tissues, and then pushing it back inside me again.
Long, slow strokes… followed then by quick, rapid-fire bursts.
Strokes that buried his cock all the way into my cunt, and strokes that kept only the glans moving in and out, back and forth over the tight muscles of the rim of my cunt hole.
I wrapped my legs around the small of his back, pressing his hips down harder on my body.
It also allowed me to anchor my own hips more solidly, providing me with a support as I thrust back at his jabbing cock.
In and out!
Out and in!
Harder.
Faster.
Deeper.
"Yes…" I said softly, my voice sounding distant to me. "Yes… yes… yes…"
"You feel my cock?"
"Oh God yes… it's wonderful."
"Do you want me to keep it up?"
"Don't stop… don't stop… oh please don't ever stop. Just keep fucking me."
Back and forth, rocking against the springs of the front seat of his car, bouncing back against each deep thrust of his cock.
I couldn't believe how good it felt, how intense the sensations were that continued to boil up out of the depths of my pussy.
Back and forth…
In and out… Faster and faster…
Harder and harder…
Deeper and deeper…
"Oh yes… yes… yes…" I cried again, more loudly this time. "I'm coming," I said finally, feeling those waves of orgasmic fury starting to gather in the muscles and tissues of my cunt.
"Don't stop," I begged him. "Let me come. I want to come."
He suddenly reached beneath my ass, pulling me against him tightly.
He started to drill me now with his cock.
He'd been hard and sure before, but now he was like a demon.
Moving so fast I couldn't even count the separate strokes, he started to churn the insides of my cunt, whipping the thick juices to a frothy lather.
The waves kept building… gathering more and more pressure…
"Oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh!!!Oh!!! Oh!!! Oh!!! Oh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
It hit me. I felt the insides of my cunt seem to explode, and the rest of my body, all my nerves… my muscles… my brain… they all went berserk.
I screamed… but the intensity of the vibrations inside my body grew too strong for me, and finally, I was forced to lapse into silence while the waves just rolled over me.
I kept grinding my hips against his cock, never letting the pressure relax… and he kept drilling me, sink his cock all the way into my cunt again and again and again.
And then, I felt him come.
It was beautiful. A hot glob of jism shot from inside his cock, blasting through my pussy, filling me with more juice than I could possibly hold.
The stuff started to ooze out the sides of my cunt hole, spreading rapidly over my thighs and my stomach.
He continued to pump into me, however, never stopping or losing a beat.
I felt more globs of cum flowing out of his cock, filling me.
Wad after wad… thick, hot juicy jism.
"Oh yeah… fill me with your cum," I said to him. "Fill me up with your hot jism."
It was fantastic. And when we were finally finished, and we'd had a chance to relax, to catch our breath and my brain had returned to normal, and he said, "I'd like to see you again," there was no doubt in my mind that I'd gladly follow him anywhere. I was already hooked.
PART TWO
"Why do you want to know?"
Hunter was a little perturbed with me. I'd been asking him about his money. He always had a lot, but he wouldn't tell me what he did for a living.
"Why don't you want to tell me?" I asked.
"I never said I didn't. I don't understand your suspicions."
"I'm not suspicious. It just seems like a perfectly normal question to me. What do you do for a living? How are you going to support me? Aren't those normal questions for a wife to ask?"
"I told you what I do. I invest."
"In what?"
"Whatever makes money. Now damn it, don't keep pressing me on this."
"But Hunter…" I said, feeling a little hurt, but not wanting him to get pissed, "don't you want to confide in me."
He blew up.
"Damn you anyway! Who the fuck needs this shit?! You think I do? Well, you're wrong. I don't."
"Oh… don't yell at me. Please? It's our honeymoon, and I don't want to spoil it."
"Good. Quit prying into my affairs."
I couldn't figure out what he was being so secretive about. And I couldn't figure out why he was being so angry about it. But I apologized to him, not because I really felt like I'd done something wrong just because I wanted to have a happy honeymoon, and pretty soon, he was back to his old self.
My mother had complained about the same thing.
"He either doesn't have a decent job, or else he's involved in something illegal. I don't want you to get involved with him. You're a damn fool if you do. Imagine… a man not wanting to tell the woman he's going to marry what he does for a living."
Well, maybe I should have listened to my momma… but at the time, I didn't want to listen to anyone or anything that would have interfered with Hunter and my wedding.
We eloped, and we went on our honeymoon to Las Vegas… and I had a good time.
Hunter did some gambling, but not very much, and he told me that he won a little at the tables.
So I was thinking that we were doing all right.
But then, one night, just before we were supposed to go back to New York, I found a gun. It was a small hand gun, but it looked like an expensive kind. I didn't know very much about them, but I did know that it wasn't the kind of gun you buy in a pawn shop for fifty bucks. He'd paid a lot of money for it.
I couldn't figure out what he was doing with a gun, but since it had been in one of his suitcases, I didn't tell him that I'd found it. I didn't want him to know that I'd been going through his bags… which is exactly what I'd been doing.
I hadn't learned anything else about him, unfortunately, but that gun was more than enough to make me feel uneasy.
All the more so after he came back to the hotel room. He was really excited.
"Hey, hey, Marilyn. Would you look at this…" he said, throwing a large pack of bills on the bed.
"My God, where'd you…?" I began, but then I picked up the pack and started to count them. "Hunter, there's ten thousand dollars here."