She felt the tiny motions and they were magnified by her acute senses until she was gasping in pleasure. Then he really began fucking her. None of the tiny strokes for him. He used long, deliberate ones designed to reach to the bottom of her greedy cunt.
The wet plopping noise filled the air as his prick sailed in and out of her excited twat. Their bodies weaved a brand-new motion in the air as their passions mounted, as the fury of their fucking increased.
"Yessss," she hissed between tightly-pressed lips, "thissss issss ittttt!"
His hands gripped her hips and pulled her body into his groin with every stroke. Her ass seemed a perfect fit for his groin. The smooth curve of her buttocks neatly filled the man's body, made it whole.
And his cock was being gripped with such passion inside her pussy that he could hardly believe it. He felt the tide of his come rising and knew she was milking him much too fast. He wanted to enjoy this fucking longer, a lot longer.
The thrill of actually fucking her in the middle of a busy parking lot, with people coming and going all the time, thrilled him. Perhaps this was what made him so excited. But he doubted that. Sure, the exhibitionism was an added treat, almost a bonus to fucking this lovely woman.
But it was her clutching, clinging cunt that was robbing him of his normal iron control. She was just too hot to handle for long without jetting out a fountain of jism.
He fucked with longer, more powerful strokes. The faster he fucked her, the more friction he built up in her cunt. The warmth ignited his cock, made it feel like the fuse on the keg of powder that was his balls. The heat worked its way back down his entire length of prick.
He hoped the wetness in her seething cunt would help stem the tide of his passion. If anything, the flood of her fuck fluids only made his emotions run wilder than before.
The tide of heat inched along his prick as he continued fucking her tight, hot hole. When it reached his balls, he knew that was it. The sudden lurch of his nuts, then the geyser of his come into her hungry cunt was the end of this fine fucking.
She felt the flood of his jism immediately. It set off a come in her body that wasn't as big as it should have been. She opened lust-glazed eyes and thought she saw a curious onlooker peering into the car. She wasn't sure but it gave her a momentary thrill that hadn't been there before.
Then she sagged forward, limp from the fucking. Still, a nagging monster lurked in her body. She wasn't satisfied. He had built her up to a monumental fuck and it hadn't been that good.
For the first time, Diane started to have doubts about the marriage. Matt excited her, but the thrill seemed to be wearing off. What would it be like after a week, a month, a year? Would he still please her?
She had insatiable sexual appetites. They both knew that. Matt was normally able to match her in bed and keep her happy.
But now?
She wondered.
"Better pull down that silly uniform of yours. A cop might come along and think you're mooning him."
She turned over and managed to put one leg on each side of the man's body. It was an uncomfortable position, but two people in the backseat of any car was.
"How was it, Matt?"
He smiled and said, "Super!"
That was what she had been afraid of he'd gotten his rocks off. He had liked it. And he didn't even realize she wasn't completely sated sexually. The next question flowed from her lips, almost unbidden.
"What about the wedding?"
"Everything's set for next Saturday. Not a high-society wedding or anything like that, but fairly big, of course. And then the honeymoon, just the two of us alone up at the lake."
"Sounds nice," she said, her heart not in it. Would that honeymoon be nothing more than a week of sheer boredom for her? She hoped not. She hoped that Matt would be able to fuck the entire week long and keep her happy. But the more she thought about this wedding, the less she liked the prospect.
Then she put it out of her mind. It must just be a case of cold feet at the last minute.
CHAPTER FIVE
Diane was decked out in her full-length wedding gown. She swirled a couple times in front of the mirror, watching the way the material flowed around her. It was so smooth, made of the finest silk. She almost wished she could simply stand there, admiring herself, stroking over the beautiful fabric and not have to go through with the ceremony.
She had gone to the rehearsals and they struck her as stupid. This was all too much stage-acting for two people to live together with the sanctions of society. Still, her parents had wanted it and were picking up the tab for the entire wedding. She couldn't complain.
But she wished she'd just moved in with Matt and been able to forego all this ceremony and bother.
A timid little knock came at the door.
Standing there in a tux was Matt.
"Let me in!" he whispered.
"Matt! You're not supposed to see me before the ceremony!"
He pushed his way into the room and said, "Bullshit. It's all bullshit and we both know it. Now, how about a little kiss?"
The kiss wasn't so little. His lips crushed passionately against hers. Then his tongue came surging into her mouth to tangle with her tongue. The rough, wet, pink tongue stroked and massaged hers. She was soon gasping for air.
She tried to break off the kiss, but he wouldn't let her. She decided to surrender to fate and continue with the kiss. Besides, this was so much more fun than simply standing around waiting for the entire thing to get going.
She slipped her tongue past his. As they stroked each other's tongue, she tasted the wine-sweet saliva of his mouth. That was better than any liquor ever could be. It didn't get her drunk, it got her horny.
She could feel her cunt beginning to water. She rubbed up against his leg, pressing her twat down hard on his upper thigh. The friction through the layers of cloth wasn't much, but it was better than nothing at all.
The stimulation she was getting made her hot to fuck. She didn't want to marry him now, she wanted to fuck him!
"Screw the ceremony, Matt," she said hotly. "Fuck me!"
"Why not invite in all the guests?"
"I don't give a damn as long as you'll fuck me!"
"A quickie wouldn't be too bad, would it?"
She twined herself around his leg, clutching it between her thighs. She began rocking back and forth so that she could fuck herself on his leg. The friction was warming her pussy-lips, but it left her inner hollowness unattended. She wanted more. She wanted his prick.
His hands began working through the miles of satin to pull up the hem. She didn't fight him off. Instead, she let her tongue rove back along the line of his jaw to his ear. She stabbed out with her tongue and began a mock-fucking of his ear.
He got the message.
By this time, he had succeeded in lifting the bulky skirt up around her waist. His fingers fumbled a moment, then found the band of her panties. He quickly stripped them off around the flare of her ass.
Then she had her naked, flowing gash exposed to him. His hand still clutched her panties. Almost idly, he thrust the white cotton garment into his pocket, then he pulled down his zipper. His prick snapped to attention, ready for action.
She gave it to him right away. She spread her legs wide apart so that her pussy-lips separated. Moving with the speed of a tiger, she quickly positioned herself so that he could get a straight in shot at her cunt.
"Go on," she urged, "and do it!"
"God, you're a hot bush! I never thought you'd let me fuck you just minutes before the wedding."
"What's wrong with a little taste of the honeymoon beforehand? I mean, we've been doing that sampling for months now."
He wasn't going to argue with her. His cock was straining too hard. This was exactly what he had in mind when he'd come to her room. But to find her so eager!