She sighed and then tried to hold down the tide of warmth passing into her belly. The fucking was building up nicely. The friction of his cockhead against her pussy walls was sending out tiny fingers of delight that she simply couldn't deny.
The woman was enjoying this public fucking. And the fact that none of the others in the room suspected made it all the more deliciously sinful!
Bending over, she managed to kiss him squarely on the mouth. Then their tongues began duplicating what was going on lower. His tongue flashed back and forth into her mouth with the same rhythm his cock was using to fuck deeply into her cunt.
Every time she wiggled her ass on his lap, this gave a new and different entry angle into her cunt.
"This is living," he said, breaking off the kiss for a moment. Sweat was beading on his forehead as he became more and more aroused. The man was going to carry through with this fucking.
He had to. His balls ached so badly, nothing less than a real fucking would erase the soreness.
His balls were boiling inside and made him all the more uncomfortable. During the ceremony, he had thought to fondle her, even finger-fuck her a little bit. That had gotten them both in the mood for fucking again.
But now was his moment of triumph.
They both knew it, too. Diane had been thinking he wasn't quite what she wanted in a man, what she needed to keep her sexually happy. Their fucking didn't have all the zest it once did. But it had returned. The finger up her pussy during the ceremony had told her how much he cared about keeping their sex life exciting.
She was having real problems keeping from responding to him. She couldn't scream and moan and kiss him like she wanted. That wouldn't do. The others would certainly catch on to what was happening. She didn't want that. This was part of the thrill of the fucking.
She started turning around on his lap. The thick pillar of cock was thrust directly up into her cunt. Whenever she twisted around, it pulled the delicate flesh of her cunt into an erotic spiral. This tightened the skin around her clit and made her even hotter.
Tensing her cunt muscles on his buried cock made him groan once. Then he began really jerking hard inside her. The man's cock was about at the breaking point. Diane kept her body moving both up and down so that she was fucking herself with even more powerful strokes.
The flood of juices signaled her orgasm. She closed her eyes and leaned against the man's strong upper torso. She wanted to cry out her joy.
Instead, she held it all locked up inside. She had to. There was no way she could tell everyone in the room that the man was avidly fucking her and that she loved every sinful second of it!
Her mother came over and asked, "Are you feeling okay, dear? You look a little flushed."
"It… it's all right, Mom," she answered. "I was just feeling a little empty inside."
"Well, certainly hope that passes."
CHAPTER SIX
"Well, doll, here we are," Matt said, putting on the brakes. "A genuine rustic cabin set high in the mountains. We are truly alone for a whole Goddamn week!"
She clung to his arm for support. They'd had some real experiences on the way up here. On the freeway, he had insisted she suck his cock. When he came, he had almost smashed into a concrete overpass.
But the thrill.
That was where it was at. And it had been an added excitement for her when he'd balled her on the balcony of the motel they'd stopped at the prior night. True, it had been four in the morning, but cars were constantly coming and going when he'd bent her over the railing and fucked her up the ass. They might have been seen by any number of people.
But they hadn't.
The thrill of discovery was what counted. The possibility of the discovery appealed to the exhibitionist in her.
Inside, however, Diane had lingering misgivings about this marriage. She felt Matt should be giving her something he wasn't. He had one hell of a big cock and was generous with it. He could fuck and fuck and fuck and never tire. And he knew all the right moves. He was a real stud.
But she knew something else was missing, something in the way he acted. She couldn't put her finger on it. The sex was exciting, but it was also lacking some element. Until she figured out what it was, she'd never be really fulfilled, by the man's lovemaking.
"Should I carry you over the threshold?" he asked.
"Hell, why bother, unless you want to get a hernia. A man shouldn't lift things when he's got a hard-on as big as yours."
She reached over and patted the huge bulge at his crotch. The merest thought of spending the week alone up here turned him on. And having his sexy woman so close to hand made him even hornier than before.
He wanted to fuck her – non stop – all week long. He doubted if he could keep it up that long, but it was going to be one hell of a week finding out if he could!
"Let's just walk in, like normal people. Can this newlywed crap. After all, we more or less had our honeymoon before the wedding."
She sighed. Being romantic didn't appeal to her a whole lot. She had simple needs: cock and more cock. But what he was saying was true. She was almost afraid that the edge had been taken off their fucking by doing it too much before they were married.
Still, he was aroused and she loved nothing more than feeling his prick driving into her cunt, hard and fast, then pulling out to repeat the fucking. That was the week ahead of them and she was eager to begin.
"Lemme see it," she said, unzipping his pants. "I want to see what I'm getting."
"Hey!" he protested as she grabbed his cock. Holding it like the handle of a pump, she began jerking him off.
"NO! NO, YOU DON'T!" he yelled. "I got rights as a husband and a lover, don't I? No hand jobs. Mouth, sure, but cunt is where I want to bury this little hatchet."
"Not so little," she admitted.
"Then let's find out what the bed looks like in the cabin."
They never made it as far as the bedroom. The huge bearskin rug stretched out in front of the fireplace was the spot where they ended up.
Matt turned and saw Diane standing in front of the fire. She began slowly unbuttoning her blouse in a provocative manner.
First the top button was undone. Then the next and the next. Her creamy white boobs flopped heavily out of her now completely open blouse to dance back and forth in the shifting light of the fireplace.
Flames seemed to lick at her tits. He went to her, taking one pendulous tit in each hand and squeezed. She moaned, deep in her throat, a cat purring. He pressed in closer to her.
The nipples came alive under his probing fingers. Excited blood hammered into her boobs, making them firm and stiff and even more enticing. He couldn't resist the temptation to suck on the very end. The tip of her boob slipped easily into his mouth.
His tongue raced around the coppery disk surrounding her nipple. The rough, wet pink tongue shoved down hard into the nipple itself. He could actually feel the response as her heartbeat quickened.
"Go on, darling, go on and undo my jeans. Make me completely naked for you!" she begged.
Her fingers guided the back of his head as he kissed around the tip of her jiggly tit and then smothered himself in the deep canyon between her boobs. She kept him pressed firmly into her bosom while his tongue raced in tiny little circles around on her soft, creamy skin. Then he moved his head lower, toward more interesting territory.
The fastener on her jeans eluded him for a moment. Then he angrily ripped at it with his fingers. It came free. He pulled the offending material away to expose the very top of her bush. Tiny strands of pussy fur poked out above the rim of her panties. It was the work of a moment to discard those white cotton panties and reveal her snatch.