Chapter 7

They awoke the next morning and made love. Like the night before, it was long, slow, and passionate. Chance had judged his young bride correctly. Despite her hangup about her virginity, she was a fiery beauty, just waiting for the right man to open the doors of carnal pleasure for her. He was grateful that he was that man.

Afterwards, they took that shower together. Each playfully sudsed the other, enjoying the soapy feel of their naked bodies. Then, slipping only into their robes, they called room service and ordered a light breakfast.

"Well, how would Mrs. Weston like to spend the day?" He leaned back and gazed at his new bride. "It's sunny out and the beach looks nice."

"Do they believe in nude bathing in Miami?" Tanya said, standing before him.

"Not that I know of."

"Well, then, I don't think I want to swim. I'd sort of thought we could just stay in the room and lay around naked," she said. "For three months our clothes have hampered us. Now I don't want to put them back on. Besides, I like the way you look at me."

"There's a lot to look at," he grinned. "And if we're going to stay in the room today, why in the hell do you still have that robe on?"

"I never thought you'd ask me to take it off," she said, rising from the couch and heading toward the bedroom. "Let me hang this up and I'll be right back."

He didn't wait. Shedding his own robe in the living room of their suite, he ambushed her at the doorway, playfully throwing her down on their bed.

"Now I've got you," he said, leering lewdly down at her supple nakedness. "I've been watching you strut your stuff around town for weeks, now I'm going to show you mine!"

"Oh no!" she cried gleefully. "It's the friendly neighborhood rapist!"

"Right! Don't try to fight it! Just lay back and enjoy it while I lick that delicious looking pussy of yours!"

"Chance!"

"Huh?"

"You're going to do what?"

"I'm going to kiss and lick my wife's pussy until she's all juicy and hot."

"Mmmmmmmm, you say the nicest things! It sounds so sexy!"

Once he had proposed going down on her, but she had evaded his suggestion. Now, apparently, the thought didn't bother her. It sure as hell didn't bother him.

Climbing onto the bed beside her, he spread her creamy, smooth thighs and leaned down to plant a long, hard kiss on her vulva. She moaned, squirming a little under his intimate contact.

"That is nice," she sighed, her hands caressing the back of his head. "I remember when you first suggested this to me. It scared me. You know, something everybody thinks is dirty and giggles about."

"And now," he asked, letting his tongue taunt at the lips of her pussy.

"It's just sexy!" She gasped as his tongue-tip dipped into the crease of her sex. "I want it. I want to feel your tongue licking at me."

"Licking your pussy!"

"Yessssss, licking my pussy!"

That's exactly what he did. Hungry and greedy, he lapped up and down the cleft of her loins. He laved around, sucking away the fresh flow of feminine juices welling from her quim. He tapped and toyed his oral digit around the budding button of her clit. She went wild.

"It's soooooo good!" The raven-haired seductress moaned, writhing atop the bed. "It feels like your finger - only a hundred times better!"

He worked his tongue down, driving it into the channel of her pussy. Then he drug it back up to her clit. It didn't take too long until the voluptuous temptress was moaning continuously. Her body trembled and quaked. Her back arched and her pelvis hunched, striving to meet each inquisitive probe of his tongue.

He ate at her, licking, lapping and laving until her whole body exploded, lost in the ecstasy of climax again. He had given her the taste of his mouth and she had found it to her enjoyment.

"That was marvelous," she said in a husky, dreamy voice when she descended from the clouds of pleasure. "Do you know any other fantastic tricks like that?"

He grinned. I've married a greedy wench."

"I told you I would be," she said, pushing up on her elbows. "You don't know what the past three months have been like for me."

"About the same as they were for me," he said. "Hands are nice, but there are so many more avenues that are much nicer."

"Oh!" Her eyes focused on his crotch and the stiff length of his prick. His pussy eating had gotten to him. "You're hard again!"

"I'm like that," he laughed. "There's something about my wife's lovely pussy that does that to me."

"It's so beautiful," she said, reaching out and stroking her fingers up and down his prick. "It feels so soft and smooth, yet hard and strong at the same time. It makes me all wet inside just to touch you."

"I've noticed," he said, kissing her cheek.

"Would you think it wicked of me, if I said I want to kiss you there?"

"And where is that?"

"Here," she said, squeezing his prick. "On your penis."

"That's my cock," he said. "A penis is something I urinate with. A cock is something I make love to my wife with."

"My cock!" she said, with a grin. "This is mine now."

"That it is," he grinned. "And did you think it was wicked that I kissed your pussy?"

"Yes, wonderfully so," she replied, jacking up and down on his rod. "That's why I thought you might like it too."

"I'd love it!"

He watched her scurry around so that she knelt at his side. He rolled to his back on the bed, his cock shafting up into the air. As he watched, she leaned over and kissed the engorged crown of his prick. He moaned, his shaft jerking and twitching with excitement.

"You do love, it!" she said gleefully.

Her head came back down, her lips remaining against his cock- tip longer this time. He wanted to tell her to suck him, to lick, to eat his needy stalk of dick, but he didn't want to scare her, frighten her. This was the first time for his beautiful wife, he didn't want it to be the last.

Suddenly her lips parted and her mouth pouted over the knob of his glans. She took him into her face, hesitant and unsure of exactly what she was supposed to do. He moaned, loving the warm, humid feel of her mouth wrapped around him. She sucked a bit, then pulled her head from his prick.

Her lips smacked a bit and he could feel her rolling her tongue around within her mouth. She had taken a taste of his preseminal juices with her.

"Surprising," she said, turning her head to him. "I thought there would be a real strong taste. It's sort of bland, a bit of a saline undertaste. Not bad at all."

Before he could comment, her head had dropped back to his prick and she once more busied him with her mouth. This time there was less hesitancy. Hungrily, she sucked at him, her cheeks hollowing deeply. Her tongue also came into play, swirling around and around over the sensitive surface of his glans.

Appreciatively, he reached down and stroked the uptilted curves of her exposed ass. She moaned around her mouthful of cock and excited waves of gooseflesh rippled up and down her spine. He scooted down a bit, letting his fingers play between her legs, bushing over the soft fleece of her pubis. More cock-muffled moans resulted.

As he watched, the delicately sucking woman suddenly sucked in a deep breath through her nostrils and dropped down about half the length of his prick. She pulled off quickly, coughing.

"I got a little bit excited and took more than I could handle," she said, turning to him again. "But if at first you don't succeed..."

Her mouth returned to his rod. This time her lips cautiously crept down his swollen circumference. He didn't push her. As much as he wanted to grab the back of her head and hunch himself into her cock-worshipping mouth, he contained himself. It took time and practice for a woman to accustom herself to taking a man in her mouth. The gag reflex had to be overcome so that the thick lance of a man's sex could slide into her throat. That this young beauty wanted him in her mouth was enough.

Upward, in a tight elastic ring, her mouth inched back to the throbbing tip of his shaft. She sucked deeply, pulling at the arrowhead shape of his glans. Her tongue was there, a wet whip of pleasure that lashed across the agitated surface of his prick-tip.

He moaned. A hand cupped the hairy bag of his testicles. Long cool fingers cradled his balls, toying with their kidney shapes, making them shoot back and forth within the confines of their sac.

Down her lips rode the meaty rail of his sex. Her tongue curled around his pulsing circumference, licking and bathing him in the moisture of her mouth. He ached, his balls on fire from her stimulating caresses.

Up again she rose, sucking, eating at his stalk of manmeat. Then down, then up, then down. Her head bobbed, rising and falling. His cock, slick with her saliva, vanished into her face, then slid out again in a steady even rhythm. In a matter of moments, his new bride had proven herself to be quite an accomplished cocksucker, a talent that pleased him immensely.

He watched his thick column of sex pack and re-pack her face. She accepted the ponderous burden, though her cheeks bulged outward with his massive bigness. She sucked and ate vigorously, apparently enjoying her first attempt at cocksucking as much as he was.

He didn't try to hold back the consuming need of his groin. Instead, he moaned down to her. "Coming, I'm coming."

Immediately, her mouth clamped over his aching shaft in a tight sheath. Hot, thick fountains of semen blasted from the pinprick mouth of his cock. He saw her throat twitch and bob as she drank down the scalding flood of his seed.

She didn't stop sucking until the last drop of his release was milked from his sated cock and he reached down and eased her worshipping lips from his shaft. He pulled her up to him and kissed the lips that had so marvelously tended his need.

They lay there, each of them, fondling and exploring the nakedness of their bodies. Their mouths and tongues kissed at any bare flesh that happened to show itself. They hugged and rolled, reveling in the wonderful feel of skin on skin, the magic of a man and woman sharing the pleasures of their bodies.

His hands eventually found their way to her ass. He squeezed the half-moons of delight. To his surprise, she shivered, pressing herself even closer to him. His fingers kneaded into those tempting cushions again, eliciting a similar response from the raven-haired seductress.

"I think my wife likes to have a man's hands on her bottom," he whispered while his lips busied the delicate lobe of her ear.

"Your hands," she sighed, wiggling even closer, the soft fleece of her pubis rubbing against the limp hose of his drained cock. "I like your hands on me... anywhere."

But his reaction went beyond just "like." She moaned and trembled as his fingers continued to tread the pliant flesh of her haunches. Her own hands began to imitate his, squeezing and pulling at the rounded pads of his buttocks.

Following the instincts of a lover who wishes to please his woman, he wiggled a finger into the warm crease of her rump. The shivery excitement increased to a high-pitched fervor, culminating in a shrill of delight when his fingertips brushed over the puckered mouth of her anus.

"God!" She shuddered, her pelvis hunching violently into his crotch. "That feels good!"

"Mmmmm, does it now?"

"You don't know how good," she said. "It gives me those same wicked shivery sensations that I got when you licked my pussy."

"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."