by Curt Aldrich
His eyes widened and took on a glazed look as they ravaged the inner flesh of Marilyn's cunt, and he murmured, “Oh, Marilyn, can you imagine how good it looks to me after all this time?”
“Yes,” Marilyn said in a tone of sympathy, then blushed upon realizing the immodesty of her reply.
“You couldn't, Marilyn. I know you couldn't.”
“I know how much it wants you, Bill,” Marilyn rasped in return.
Bill moved his hands to the insides of her legs; then he wedged his fingers under her thighs and forced her thighs up and arced them back until they were aligned vertically, with her feet against the mattress and her heels against the rubbery cheeks of her ass.
Her cunt was grossly exposed, for Bill's hands, on her knees now, were keeping her thighs wide apart.
“Oh, Bill,” she groaned, her voice almost catching in her throat, “what are you going to do?”
“It's the most beautiful thing there is, Marilyn, it's got to be.”
“You're not going to—”
“Yes.” Bill lifted his head for a moment to look at her face, her eyes. “You don't mind, do you?”
“Oh, it's so nasty.” But Marilyn didn't mind; she knew that for sure.
Bill's eyes returned to her inflamed cunt, and Marilyn followed the slow, desire-drunken movements of his hands, which he slipped down to the slitted juncture that held his eyes rapt with awe. His thumbs moved unerringly into the puffy wound and pressed against the inner sides of the lips, spreading them farther and farther apart.
“You make me feel so naked down there,” Marilyn husked.
Supporting her head against her hands, which were fisted and pressed together at the knuckles, she peered past her breasts to her stretched-open cunt, and Bill's thumbs jammed into her.
She felt Bill's humid breath violating the maw of her pussy as he tipped his head down close, his lips only inches from those held wide apart by his thumbs, and she commenced grunting and panting, moaned and moaned, growing more intensely stimulated.
“Ooh, look how swollen and stiff it is!” Bill murmured, speeding his frigging action.
“Not so much!” Marilyn rasped, jerking her hips this way and that.
Her clitoris was throbbing like a small heart, and it was protruding farther and farther from the top of her slit.
“Oh, I'm losing my mind, Bill!” she yelped. “Golly, it feels like my tummy and everything is going to explode!”
Thick flows of juices gushed from her cunt, slopping against her inner thighs, then spilling over her puckery asshole and under the tense mounds of her bottom.
Her middle shot up violently, and she chewed on her lower lip to keep from screaming due to sheer rapture, as the lips of her cunt pursed with fierce vigor around her clitoris.
“It's so beautiful, Marilyn,” Bill groaned, and started his head moving again, his lips going for her nectar.
His mouth at last made contact with the spongy lips that framed the maw of her cunt.
“Ooh,” Marilyn moaned, feeling the rough surface of his tongue lashing against her tender, glistening tissues and membranes.
She raised her head to watch his slobbering tongue.
Bill dragged his tongue up to her agonizingly erect clitoris, which strained fiercely outward.
Marilyn's moans grew louder and harsher, and her body tossed and writhed fretfully on the bed. The whiplash of ecstasy that had possession of her was almost more than she could stand. Her slit was insatiable in its pursuit of the most profound fleshly joy, and it was ruthless in its acute sensitizing of her nerves.
Grunting salaciously, Bill pressed his mouth down about her clitoris. He pursed his lips, then bit in cruelly at the thick root of the gristly sprout. Chewing with a kind of lazy, nursing pleasure, he commenced rasping his tongue over every bit of the bruised, raw surface of the aching bud.
Keeping his mouth pressed against her succulent flesh, he elevated his chest to facilitate his wedging his hands under her thighs. After quickly lifting her thighs and forcing them in a sweeping arc back and down hard over her torso, he husked in an almost unintelligibly thick, heavy voice, “Take hold here, behind your knees.”
Marilyn moved unhesitatingly to obey.
Bill's mouth continued to make the same gross sounds against her pussy as he trailed his palms heavily down the backs of her thighs and began feeling the small, firm mounds of her buttocks.
Marilyn's cheeks twitched by way of welcome under his crude ministrations, and they grew even more welcoming when Bill proceeded to drag his tongue up over her perineum, then slither its tip into the shadowy valley of her ass. Marilyn gasped at the feel of his tongue exploring the texture of her highly sensitive anus.
“Oh, that's so nasty, what you're doing,” she groaned.
Quickly finished with its preliminary scouting, Bill's tongue stiffened and its tip went for the heart of Marilyn's tiny anal ring. The tip breached the outer defense of her rectum with little difficulty, and its main body immediately began penetrating her clasping back passage, burrowing relentlessly into her at a steady, measured pace.
Bill thrilled to the feel of her asshole throttling his tongue, and his heavy cock grew harder and gave a twitch as he imagined himself really fucking her in the ass.
He began pistoning away at quite a respectable speed with his tongue.
“Ah,” Marilyn groaned, matching his tongue-pumping with strong, involuntary jerks and thrusts.
Bill's fingers sought out the puffy, fleshy folds of her pussy.
“Ooh, it's good,” Marilyn sighed, her eyes glazed over with lust. “If you keep on much longer, darling, I think I'm going to faint.”
Bill left off screwing his tongue up her ass, and soon he was hunched full over her and his huge, rough hands were giving her breasts an almost savagely harsh massage. He pinched her nipples so brutally they swelled boldly into achy erection, and still his hands worked away at her congested mounds. He stimulated her with such abandon that she couldn't keep from panting, frantically deep in heat, with saliva flowing thickly from the corners of her mouth.
At last Bill released her breasts from the torment of his hands, but only to send his lips swooping down to engulf one of the bloated nipples that capped the adorable mounds.
“Golly, Bill, you're going to drive me crazy!” Marilyn squealed, thrusting her hips up under him, her cunt searching for the hard, meaty length of his cock.
“Oh, honey,” Bill groaned, slopping spit all over her nipple.
He felt the pudgy folds of her cunt capturing the massive, throbbing glans of his cock, and he found the urge to fuck deep into her almost irresistible.
“I'm going to have to give it to you now, Marilyn. If I put it off one bit longer...”
“Do it!” Marilyn cried. “And hurry! You don't know how bad I need it!”
She felt him beginning to exert pressure, and she strained upward, forcing the inner flesh of her slit against his knob.
She felt her hymen stretching, and she yelped, “Give it to me like mad, darling! I'll die if I don't get it right away!”
Bill plowed his erection deep into her tight, cringing vagina, obliterating the fragile membrane of her virginity with savage abruptness. His swollen testicles slammed against her anus so vigorously they bruised the slick, wrinkled skin, and he gave out a thundering whoop of ecstasy.
Marilyn felt blood welling from the tatters of her hymen, and a scream of pain ripped out of her throat like a saw-toothed tongue of fire.
“Ooh, it stings so bad!” she moaned, writhing under Bill.
Bill thrilled at the feel of her virgin blood flowing around his deeply thrust cock. Emitting a shuddery groan of rapture, he commenced a slow withdrawal, glorying in the sensation of her throttling tissues oozing along the length of his flesh and seeming to suck on the shaft as they pursued it with slippery, sensuous bunchings.
“It hurts terribly!” Marilyn howled. “But it's driving me out of my head, Bill! It's fantastic!”
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p; Bill speeded the actions of his ramrod cock, sawing the lengthy column into her pitifully small passage at an accelerating pace.
Marilyn shivered with lust under his driving body, and she thrust her pussy up about his bone with ravenous hunger, ferocious in her determination to share in the sweet labor of the thoroughgoing bout of fucking.
An awesomely potent focus of fleshly joy seemed to be swelling and hardening in the pit of her gut as her sizzling passage rode and rode the torturing length of Bill's erection. The deep-set knot of ecstatic turmoil pulsed even more violently, radiating jolting waves of pleasure throughout her midsection, and she wanted to scream and scream the wonder of the unearthly sensations blessing her flesh with their fury.
Bill's cock dragged roughly along the ragged flanges of her cunt as he fucked her. The furiously penetrating shaft seemed to gain yet more length with each succeeding thrust, so that presently Bill imagined he was jabbing the organ's immense glans far up into her innards. Her vagina was so well lubricated that his shaft seemed to be violating a tube of hot, thin grease, going deeper into the tube, deeper, deeper.
“I can't take much more!” Marilyn gasped, enraptured by the sensation of her pussy convulsing on the edge of orgasm about Bill's punishing erection.
Raking grunts of ecstasy tore up out of her throat, and the juices in her sheath replied to the hoarse sounds with gross, squishy noises of the most deeply intimate communion.
“Honey, you're not alone!” Bill bellowed, teetering on the edge of madness and unimaginable joy.
He rammed in so hard his glans almost bashed through Marilyn's small, rubbery cervix, and his urethra dilated to a painful extent.
Then he was pumping copious blasts of his seed into her, one after another, on and on, almost in time with the slapping of the ocean against the sides of the yacht as it cruised steadily onward through the night.
Marilyn's hips swept her midsection high off the mattress, and she shouted, “Oh, screw me, darling! Keep screwing me! It's wonderful!”
Her head slammed from side to side, and she squeezed her eyes shut out of fear that they would pop out from the sheer, breathtaking wonder of what she was experiencing.
“Oh, golly! Oh, Bill! It's happening! It's happening!”
After shuddering and spasming unrestrainedly for long, long moments, Marilyn's genitals writhed from the neck of her womb to the raw, inflamed lips of her cunt about the hosing length of Bill's cock.
Her eyes glowed up at Bill's, and she shared with him her certainty that their honeymoon would be a time of magic, of endless wonder and joy.
CHAPTER THREE
The Wanderlust was cruising through the calm waters some miles north of Palm Beach late the next morning when Bill stirred and slowly opened his eyes.
He wondered what was causing the dull, pleasant ache in his loins as he stretched and yawned to help bring his body fully awake. It almost felt as if there were a small hand wrapped tightly around his cock and gently, possessively milking at the length of flesh, but he knew he was only imagining—
The hell I am! he thought, suddenly throwing the covers to the foot of the bed as his mind cleared of the cobwebs of sleep.
The small hand was Marilyn's, of course; she was frigging him in her sleep.
Bill groaned with increasing pleasure, and he propped himself up on his forearms and, gazing down over Marilyn's naked tummy, saw that her pussy was open and thickly creaming all over the upper parts of her inner thighs.
“Marilyn,” he sighed, slipping his hand under her head and maneuvering with a sense of urgency to bring the glans of his cock and her mouth together.
Marilyn began to come awake as he plunged his shaft roughly into the hot depths of her throat.
“Ah,” Bill grunted as he watched her suck dazedly, mindlessly, still half-asleep, on the fat, stiff column of his cock.
She nursed the heavy length of flesh with gusto, her flying lips and scraping teeth bruising the delicate skin stretched painfully tight around the hard shaft, and Bill thrust into her mouth in a surge of frenzied lust, stabbing his sensitive knob deeper into her throat.
Marilyn grunted and gasped, near to choking. Her eyes were wild, inflamed with passion, as she raised her head, withdrawing her throat until the glans of Bill's cock popped back into her mouth.
She commenced screwing her head rhythmically, shallowly up and down, and she snorted, her nostrils flaring. She dragged and dragged the tip of her tongue over Bill's cockhead, delighting in the pungent taste of his juices welling up the stem of his throbbing organ.
“Oh, honey, suck the head off the thing!” Bill shouted. “Ooh, you're going to make me come!”
Marilyn jerked her head up with a violent snap of her neck, evicting his cock from her lush wet mouth.
“First do like that to me for a while,” she said softly by way of apology.
Bill's blazing eyes launched shafts of anger at her.
“You're a little bitch, aren't you?” he scolded, his anger quickly beginning to cool.
“Please,” Marilyn murmured. “My thing needs it something awful.”
Not giving Bill time to turn her down, she simply scooted up and threw one of her legs over him, straddling his neck.
“Ooh, you don't know how hot it is,” she grunted.
Shuddering from head to toe, she forced her thighs out from under her and sat down on his face.
The moment the lips of her cunt descended into his mouth, Bill snapped with his teeth and commenced grinding and grinding them, chewing with abandon on the glutinous folds.
“Unnh, no!” Marilyn shouted.
She fought to rise onto her knees, to free her pussy from Bill's mad, marauding mouth, but her bucking and twisting only made him more fiendish.
“Bill, you're biting it to shreds! Please! You're going to make it all bloody if you don't stop!”
Bill felt her clitoris slurp out from between the lips of her pussy. He licked at the bloated nubbin; then he quickly transferred his teeth to the tormented sprout and chewed the aching length of red gristle with freewheeling abandon.
“Oh, no! Oh, golly! You'll bite it off, Bill! Listen to—oh, oh, it's happening, you mean thing!”
Just then, there was a knock at the cabin door, and Marilyn froze in the midst of her climax, sitting solidly on Bill's face.
“Wake up, sleepyheads,” came the deep, friendly voice of Captain Janeway's roly-poly wife Lydia. “Don't you want to be sociable... meet your fellow voyagers?”
Marilyn couldn't help but giggle. “I thought we were awake,” she whispered, gazing down at Bill's nose pressed against her hairy, fat little mound.
“Unnggh,” Bill grunted.
“You don't need to breathe,” Marilyn told him. “Just start sucking again. Meeting those other honeymooners can wait for a minute... or two...”
CHAPTER FOUR
Marilyn smiled at the image of her face in the mirror behind the bar, and she even giggled a little.
She didn't want to bother herself, but she couldn't help wondering if she was beginning to get drunk. She wasn't very experienced with alcohol; before today, here in the yacht's common room, she'd only tried beer, and no more than three or four cans of that in all her life. And she'd heard that those who are little used to alcohol get drunk most readily.
Well, it was fun to feel as she was beginning to feel, she decided, sitting back suddenly on her barstool and unthinkingly spreading her thighs. It made her warm and friendly and happy; that was all. Surely she had no reason to feel at all uneasy.
And Peter Bryant was such a nice, handsome man—with a cute little shock of black hair that kept falling across his forehead. And he was so funny. And he made Marilyn feel so relaxed.
He did keep saying kind of naughty things every so often, but Marilyn was sure he didn't really mean anything. He was just being playful, and maybe he was getting a little drunk, too.
Peter Bryant. He was Barbara's husband. Barbara was the one with long, woolly red hair a
nd a smile that seemed to want to stretch from ear to ear. They were both nice, Peter and Barbara.
Marilyn craned her neck and looked around. There was Barbara, sitting on one of the bulgy old sofas arrayed before the motion-picture screen set up at the far end of the common room from the bar. Barbara was sitting with Bill, and they were just talking quietly, getting to like each other.
Marilyn couldn't quite recall how it was that she and Bill had gotten separated after entering the common room, but it didn't matter. It was fun to socialize, to make new friends. And the more she drank...
“Oh!” she gasped, then casually pushed Peter's big palm off her thigh for the fifth or sixth time. “You shouldn't touch me like that,” she scolded, frowning playfully.
Peter did keep getting a little too friendly, but Marilyn was sure he didn't really mean anything.
“Everybody take your places in front of the screen!” Lydia called out in her booming, husky voice from behind the bar, where she had set up the movie projector. “Time for the flicks!”
“Just like in a plane,” Marilyn whispered to Peter after dismounting her barstool and allowing Peter to take her hand and lead her through the sudden darkness toward the one of the three sofas that wasn't yet occupied. “I didn't think we'd get a movie.”
“Lydia told me it's going to be a lot better than the movies shown on planes,” Peter whispered in return, and laughed softly.
“Yeah? But I thought they showed all the same movies in planes that you can see anywhere.”
Marilyn allowed Peter to sit quite close to her on the sofa, because she found the darkness rather scary. She didn't even make any protest when he placed his palm lightly on her thigh. After all, nobody could see his hand there in the darkness, and she was sure he didn't really mean anything.
“No, you can't see quite all of them in a plane,” Peter said with a chuckle, giving a little squeeze to her thigh.
“Everybody be quiet now!” Lydia boomed. “I'm going to start 'er rolling.”
The screen lit up, and a title in simple red block letters briefly appeared: The Rod And The Raw.