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 A FUN KIND OF GIRL 8

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   Author's Notes: A FUN KIND OF GIRL is the third book of the Gold Club
Series.  Book Three is the story of Ed Morgan, a young man who idolizes his
older brother Jack.  Jack teaches him about sex and sexuality and about the
fun kind of girls.  (Mm+/f, Mm+/Ff+, Mm, mF, MF, cons, anal, oral, light
bond, inc, interr, voy)

   A FUN KIND OF GIRL (Gold Club Book 3) By Art Martn

   CHAPTER 8



   My frat brothers and her sorority sisters couldn't believe it.  The
satyr and the virgin were tying the knot.  Bets were made whether I would
fuck her before the ceremony.  Those who had bet on her continued chastity
won the bet.

   We had planned for a simple wedding at Christmas break and a honeymoon
in Cancun, but plans got out of my hands as soon as I told the Delvacourts.
As Anne had no parents, Sylvia took on that role and as always, what Sylvia
wanted, Sylvia got.  The simple wedding was fine as long as every male,
wedding party or guest was wearing a tuxedo.  Sylvia picked up the tab and
male guests only had to show up at the rental store and pick something out.


   Jack was my best man.  Mr.  D, leering at her bosoms, gave the bride
away.  When we left the lavish reception, James and the Bentley were at our
disposal and whisked us away to Delmar Manor.  Mr.  D and Sylvia discretely
flew to San Francisco for a few days.  We were to stay at Delmar Manor for
two days before flying on Mr.  D's private jet to New York to connect with
a flight to Rome.

   Anne was awestruck at the splendor of Delmar Manor, especially the
artwork.  I could hardly get her to sit down for a light meal in the
dinning room, as she was so engrossed in the artwork.  She was especially
interested in the nude of me, sprawled out with a massive hard on.  After
studying the painting she seemed a little nervous.

   We retired to the master suite were we made love for the first time.  I
laid kisses all across her lips, her neck and her ears as I slowly
undressed her.  Seeing her completely nude for the first time made my dick
throb so hard I thought it would rip out of my pants trying to get to her.
Those magnificent natural 40D's looked better than any silicon job I had
ever seen and they were breathtaking.  I ran my fingers through the soft
yellow curls of her pubic hair, and yes, she was a natural blonde.

   I had to restrain myself and take it slowly as she knew nothing of sex
between a man and a woman.  For the first time, my hands roamed freely
across her completely nude nubile body.  She certainly wasn't frigid as she
was practically hyperventilating and I had hardly begun.  Finally I shed
the last of my clothes and my thick, 8 inch hardened male flesh stood out
rigidly erect, thick blue veins swollen, pulsating, early come dripping
from the urethral slit of the angry purplish head, ready to ravage her
virgin cunt.

   "Oh my god!" she cried when confronted with the reality of the
dimensions of my masculine knob and what I was about to do with it.  "You
really are as big as all the girls said you were!" Fear replaced passion. I
really had my work cut out for me.  If I went too fast or too rough, she
could wind up being one of those women who hated sex.

   I comforted her and took everything at an excruciatingly slow pace.  I
decided my best course of action would be to bring her to orgasm before
penetrating.  I kissed my way down and past her unsullied pussy to her
toes, where I gave her a good toe sucking.  She liked that.

   Then nibbling and kissing my way backup her legs, paying lavish
attention to her sensitive inner thighs, up to her delicious navel and then
back down to her other toes.

   The next journey up her inner thighs ended with me licking and nibbling
on the coral colored fleshy outer folds of her vulva.  I couldn't believe
it, she started bucking about in the throes of an orgasm and I really
hadn't touched her.  I penetrated between her sopping wet outer lips and
gently licked the insides of her pussy.  She moaned loudly at the sensation
of a tongue sliding up the heavenly slit of her very pure puss.

   Her cunt tasted wonderful.  I slowly circled the base of her clit with
my tongue, and she exploded with another orgasm.  Driven by her response
and drunk with my own passion, I shoved my long tongue deep into her wildly
convulsing genitals finding her hymen still intact.  I tongue fucked her,
driving her headlong into an abyss of intense sexual pleasure where orgasm
followed orgasm in a swirling vortex of unbridled passion and new found
lust.

   I raised my head and mounted her missionary style, holding her hands
above her head at the wrists.  Pussy juice coated my face, trickling down
my neck.  I positioned the spongy hot head of my penis against her
drenched, wildly palpitating pussy.  She was some hot!  Her eyes were out
of focus; her face was flush and twisted with sexual desire.  Her body was
begging for release and she hunched forward, pushing my cock crown in
between her pulsating pussy lips.

   I slowly pushed the entire head into her and stopped.  Her eyes were now
wide open and as I pushed in a little more, she cried out, "Oh
....ahhhhhh!"

   I stopped for a moment and let her adjust to my thick dick.  Then I
began thrusting with tiny, shallow strokes and drove in a little deeper
into her virgin vagina.

   "Oh, please, easy Eddie darling, easy!" she begged.

   I penetrated a little deeper.  Her breath was coming in short, puppy
dog-like pants.  She had the tightest pussy I had ever had the pleasure to
visit.  I was barely in two inches when she was again wracked by an orgasm.
"Mmm.  Mmmm.  Mmmmm!" mumbled Anne was she twisted below me.

   I felt the thin membrane of her hymen, protecting the inner sanctum of
her sex.  I paused to let her fully adjust to my girth.  Grunts and moans
babbled incoherently from her mouth.  I pushed against the membrane and it
tore away.  Her eyes went wide and she grimaced in pain.  I held still for
a moment before relentlessly pushing deeper.  At long last I had all eight
inches buried in her, her tight pussy squeezing and contracting.  I ground
my pelvic mound into her clit and she orgasmed again.

   I had never before seen a girl come that easily and that often.  I
slowly withdrew until only the head of my penis was still inside her and
then slowly drove back down deep into the velvety ribbed tunnel of her
previously unfucked love canal.  Reveling in the tight clasp of her virgin
cunt around my meaty prong, I settled in on a long slow loving screw.

   Her orgasms kept coming and coming.  My nuts were screaming for release.
A boiling cauldron of semen was seeking avenues of escape and there was no
stopping it.  I felt the semen roar through my penis and squirt load after
load into her as tiny stars danced before my eyes.  We lay together for
some while, not moving as my penis deflated.  I rolled off, pulling out
with an audible 'plop'.  Anne was no longer a virgin.

   "Oh, Eddie darling!  That was soooo incredible!  I never imagined it
would be like that.  I wish I had married you years ago."

   "I've been telling you that you would enjoy it."

   "Oh, I loved it!  Thank you for making me your wife.  Thank you for
being such a considerate lover.  Thank you for showing me what I've been
missing." Anne started laying kisses all cross my face and chest.  No
reason to fear that she might end up hating sex.  She liked it!

   I ran my hand across her silky smooth skin and gazed at the magnificent
creature lying next to me.  She was mine and mine alone.  Only I had
enjoyed her and only I would enjoy her hence.  She knew nothing about sex
and I was going to be her teacher.  I was the luckiest man in the world.

   Softly kissed her sultry lips and I knew that I wanted my penis there. I
started to make the adjustments to do just that and glanced at my
semi-flaccid dick.  It was covered in a mixture of cum and blood.  For some
reason I thought of Joey's cousin Courtney.  I wouldn't hesitate for a
moment to put a blood-coated dick in her mouth, but Anne, I was certain
that it would gross her out and then ruin her for oral sex.

   The silk sheets were also stained with blood and pecker juice.  As much
as I like wallowing around in post-coital liquids I didn't think she would
like it as much.

   "Come on Baby, let's go get cleaned up." I guided her to the bathroom
and into the large swirling Roman bath with the peeing boy and his gay
friend.  Several lit candles in jars surrounded the bath.  We stepped into
the hot water and were enveloped in its relaxing embrace.  I had to pee and
while I rummaged around in the plants to find the urn, I also found a
bottle of waterproof lubricant.  I peed in the urn and placed it to the
side when James appeared, wheeling in a cart with a bottle of champagne.

   Anne looked at me with alarm and sank lower in the water.  James popped
the cork.  I casually got halfway out of the water to accept the two
glasses.  I handed Anne a glass.

   "Make him go away," she whispered.

   I smiled and turned to my old friend and co-worker.  "That will be all
for now, James."

   "Yes, sir!" he said in his formal best.  He lowered the light level and
disappeared.  The bath took on the soft flickering glow of candlelight.

   "I propose a toast," I said.  "To my beautiful darling wife whom I love
more than anything else in the world."

   "To my handsome darling husband," she countered, "whom I love more than
anything else in the world."

   We drank and started kissing again.  The urge to run the tip of my dick
across her lips returned.  I sat my glass down and stood up.  My dick was
already semi-hard in anticipation.  She was looking up at me, looking into
my eyes as I stood next to her.  She glanced down.  My dick was only inches
from her face.  I started to put the tip to her lips and she pulled her
head back.

   "Eddie!" she protested.  "I can't..."

   "It's okay Baby, you'll like it!"

   "I don't know.  I..."

   "Take it!"

   I brushed the tip of my hardening cock across her lips.  She glanced up
at me with a hopeless look.  She then glanced back down at my now nearly
erect cock.

   She puckered her lips and gave my glans a very tentative kiss.  I then
traced the outline of her lips with the tip, which by now was seeping
pre-cum.  She rolled her lips together like she was applying lipstick only
she was getting her first ever taste of manly-juices.  I traced her lips
again, applying a fresh coat of pre-cum, her lips parted slightly and I
pushed my glans in between her lips.

   She licked the crown of my cock like she would lick a Popsicle, at first
just sliding her lips around it, but soon her tongue was also sliding
across the velvety smooth head of my cock.  She caught on quickly,
caressing my balls with one hand and gripping my stalk with the other.  I
didn't want to rush her in any way, and I restrained from shoving my dick
down her throat.  I am big and I knew she would have to learn the art of
fellatio a little at a time.  Tonight was her introductory lesson.  I let
her just nibble, lick and suckle on the head, not pushing her, simply
enjoying it.

   Once she got started, she made no effort to quit but continued to
torment my glans until I felt in my groin that familiar sensation begin to
build.  I held off as long as I could until an uncontrollable wave of sweet
agony shot through me.  I didn't want to startle her, gross her out or make
her gag by shooting off in her mouth.

   "I'm cumming, I'm cumming," I warned.

   Just as I was pulling out of her mouth, the first pulse of sperm spat
out of the head of my penis and across her lips.  I squirted huge, thick,
globs of semen all over her face and as my last pulse gushed forth, I
pressed my dickhead to her lips so that she could feel the final surge of
ejaculate shoot across her tongue and into her mouth.

   I sank back down into the water and looked her in the eyes.  She was
somewhat startled by what just happen, her face covered in globs of sticky
jism.  She made a curious expression as she smacked her lips, tasting my
semen for the first time.  I became concerned that I might have eaten
something recently that would have given it an unpleasant flavor.  Well,
too late now.  I began kissing her again on the lips and across her face,
tasting my juice, it seemed all right.

   "That was fun!" she exclaimed.  "I know it so dirty, but I liked the
feel of your penis in my mouth.  And your stuff!  It didn't taste bad at
all, nothing like I've imagined it would."

   "It's not dirty," I said.  "It's sex." I scooped a glob of jism from her
face onto a finger and stuck it between her lips.  "Here Baby, have another
taste of your man." She sucked the finger clean.

   We drank another glass of champagne and I poured us another one.  I had
her lying back in a built in chase lounge-like area, dribbling champagne on
her tits and then licking it off.  I could tell she was really enjoying it
by the hardness of her nipples.  I pushed her legs apart and ran a hand up
her crotch.  While suckling her wine coated nipples, I let my index finger
lie next to the base of her clit and slowly rotated my wrist back and forth
about an eighth of a turn.  She was lying back, eyes closed, slack jawed,
and panting.  Her legs snapped together trapping my hand.  She curled into
a ball, and made a peculiar croaking sound as the orgasm hit.

   By this time I had recovered enough for round three and as she came down
from her sexual high, I greased up my hard shaft with the waterproof
lubricant.  I lifted her butt out of the water, just enough to glob on
lubricant to her pussy.  I pulled her into deeper water and had her
straddle me.  I gently forced her to sit on my dick until it was buried
deep into her still tight vagina.

   "Oh god!" she moaned as my dick slid inside her.  I began rolling my
hips back and forth, stroking her wonderfully clasping snatch.  "Unhg. 
Unh. Oooooh!" she groaned.  "Oh, Baby, what are doing to me?"

   "Fucking you darling," I cooed.  "Fucking you the way a man fucks his
woman."

   "I love you Eddie, I love you!  You're so wonderful.  You make me feel
so good, I ...aaahh, aaaahh, aaahh, aaaggghhhh!" she groaned, then silence
as her vagina contracted yet again in orgasmic convulsions.

   I must have fucked her for over an hour in the water, and not
particularly gently at all times, changing positions, varying my strokes,
punishing her pussy.  She was so delirious with fuck lust that she didn't
notice when James came in with a fresh bottle of champagne.

   James was discrete, but he took his time preparing whatever he was
preparing.  Turned out he was preparing a dessert for us.  When I had
finished screwing her for the moment, we took a break.  She was spent, and
I propped her up in the built in chase lounge, tits above water level. 
James came back in, heated a chaffing dish over an alcohol flame, added
some booze and set the whole thing ablaze.  That got her attention and she
slipped back down into the water.

   James served up the crepes and placed the plates on a small table he had
set up when we weren't looking.  He poured us fresh glasses of champagne.

   "Sir, you know Ms.  Sylvia doesn't allow food in her bath." He held a
large terry cloth robe open for me.

   I stepped out and put the robe on.  I took the other robe from him. 
"Thank you James, that will all for tonight." James left the bath and I
held the robe open for her.  She reminded me of Venus rising from the sea
as she stepped from the bath.  She was so incredibly beautiful.

   As we ate the crepes she asked me, "Where did you meet the Delvacourts?"

   I honestly answered, "I worked for them."

   "When?"

   "All during high school."

   "Doing what?"

   I hadn't planned to divulge that aspect of my past, but the champagne
and sex lowered my inhibitions and I said, "I was their houseboy."

   "Their houseboy?"

   "That's right.  They always treated me very well.  Paid me well too."

   "What are you saying?"

   "What do mean?"

   "Paid you to do what?"

   I knew I had said too much, but it was too late to put the genie back
into the bottle.  "They're very libertine."

   "Meaning what?"

   "Meaning they enjoy living out their sexual fantasies."

   She got it and didn't press for any further details.  "When was the
first time you had sex with a girl?"

   I tried to be honest without being too honest.  "I guess about
fourteen."

   "Did you love her?"

   I thought of gang banging Courtney and her big floppy tits and pink
nipples and tried not to laugh.  "No, I didn't love her."

   "But you made love to her."

   "No, I fucked her."

   "She was your girl friend?"

   "No!  She was just a girl who liked to do it."

   "But didn't you..."

   "Look, love and sex go hand in hand, but at the same time love and sex
are separate things.  It's hard to be in love and not have sex, but it's
not hard to have sex without being in love.  Sex is fun.  Love and sex is
even better."

   I waited for her to react, hoping I had defused the discussion for the
moment.  She seemed troubled.  "Hey, it's our wedding night, let's go to
bed and make love."

   Anne smiled at me, "You're sooooo wonderful, Ed.  Such fireworks!" She
paused and added, "Don't take this wrong, honey, but I'm awfully sore.  I'm
not used to this."

   "It's okay.  I'm sorry Baby.  I over did it.  I didn't mean to hurt
you."

   "I'm not hurt, just sore."

   "The good news is that the soreness won't last very long.  Come on,
let's go to bed."

   James had seen to it that the soiled sheets were changed and the bed
made up.  "Did James makeup the bed?" she asked.

   "No, one of the Mexican house maids did, but I'm sure James told her to
do it."

   Smiling I thought of James, relieved of his duties for the night, in bed
with both of the maids, fucking the hell out of them.  I thought of the
times when James and I would put on lewd sex shows for Mr.  D with one or
both of the maids.

   I plopped down on the big bed and looked into the ceiling mirrors at my
reflection.  Soon Anne was at my side.  She started to cover up, but I
stopped her.  I wanted to look at her sumptuous body in the mirror.  Soon I
had started our nuptial games again, this time in a 69, lapping at her
delicious cunt while she eagerly mouthed my penis.  I splayed her legs wide
as I attacked her groin region, licking her clit, tongue fucking her cunt
and licking at her anus.  I thought that she was going to protest the anal
action but she allowed me to rim her while fingering her clit, bringing her
to her final orgasm of the night.  I considered continuing my anal play,
but I thought it would be better if I waited until another day.

   We curled up together and dozed off.  I woke up around three AM with a
raging hard on.  We were in a spoon position with her ass nestled into my
crotch.  She woke up as my dick penetrated her sex.

   "Eddie, please, darling, I'm so sore."

   I didn't pay any attention to her protest.  I just firmly planted my
dick into 'my' cunt, cupped 'my' tits and then dozed off to sleep again.  I
woke up again before dawn, still in the same position with her, my hands
cupping her breasts and my flaccid prick still embedded in her pussy.  I
lay still, savoring the feel of my dick growing erect inside her.  I dozed
off again awaking after dawn.  My dick started growing, sliding back up her
vagina.

   "Eddie," she softly said.  "Are you awake?"

   "Yes, Baby," I whispered.  She wiggled her butt, driving my dick in
deeper.

   "I love you Eddie."

   "I love you too Anne." I started to slowly thrust her.  After five
minutes of slow trusting I slipped one hand down her abdomen and found her
clit.  That did it.  She came with muffled cry into her pillow.  I stopped
trusting and fell back asleep.

   Next time I awoke, we were in the same position, only she had reached
down and was gently running her fingers over my balls and the exposed
portion of my shaft.  I grew erect inside her again.  I rolled her over
face down and began another good morning fuck.

   My left arm had been under her all night and was tingling.  The change
of position felt great.  I gave her another, long protracted fucking,
changing positions frequently, but relentlessly fucking her.  I figured
that she didn't mind, as she kept yelling, "Don't stop!  Don't stop!"
between the incoherent babbling and chirping noises during her organisms.
We were covered in sweat and I finally let it rip as I was becoming
exhausted.  I rolled to one side, and lay spread eagle next to her.

   James was standing next to the bed.  "Good morning sir, ma'am.  Would
you like breakfast in the dinning room or in the bath this morning."

   I could hardly think, "Uh, in the bath."

   "Very well, sir." He disappeared.

   I looked over at Anne expecting her to be upset by James' presence.  Her
eyes were still glassed over.  I don't think she knew what day it was.  I
got up and helped her up, guiding her to the Roman bath once again.  The
hot water was heavenly.

   Anne was standing, running handfuls of hot water over her shoulders when
James came in wheeling a cart with coffee and tea.  She didn't duck into
the water like last night.

   As he poured the coffee, James asked, "Would Madam care for some
assistance with her bath this morning?"

   Anne sank back down into the water.  "No thank you."

   "Very well.  Breakfast should be ready in ten minutes." James
disappeared.

   Anne turned to me, "If I said yes, was he going to get in the bath with
us and wash me?"

   "No, I don't think so.  He probably would have sent for a maid.  She
would have gotten in the bath and washed our backs."

   "Anything else?"

   "Anything you want," I honestly replied.

   "You don't mind James looking at me naked?"

   "Well, he's just doing his job.  He's used to it."

   "I'm getting used to it too.  Did you know he stood by the bed and
watched us make love for nearly twenty minutes?"

   "No.  I just knew that he was there when we finished."

   "It's so kinky!  His watching us really made me feel funny, not really
funny, but very naughty.  It was exciting." She paused.  "You know I've
never done anything like this before."

   "We're married.  We're guests here and he's a servant.  Believe me he's
seen a lot working here.  I wouldn't worry about it."

   "You know Eddie, I never imagined, much less knew, how great sex is or
how much I enjoy it.  Thank you, thank you, darling!" She laid on a
passionate kiss.

   I was standing in the water with Anne nibbling on my dick when James
appeared again wheeling in a cart with our breakfast.  She was reluctant to
stop and didn't break away for about a minute after James came in.  James
held a thick terry cloth robe open for me and assisted me when I exited. 
Then he held a robe open for Anne.  I was surprised as she rose from the
water and allowed him to dress her.  She was very relaxed at Delmar Manor
after that and thought nothing of James being present during our intimate
moments.

   We spent the rest of the day and the evening playing in the bath or
playing in bed.  James was always ready at a moments notice to assist us in
any way.  By that afternoon she wasn't complaining about vaginal soreness
anymore.  She always seemed to want more.

   I suggested to her that we get the maids in the bath with us, but she
wouldn't go for that.  She asked if what I really wanted was to screw them
while she watched.  Later on I suggested that she have James give her a
massage; she got a little defensive, and asked if what I really I wanted
was to watch James have sex with her.  How the female mind works sometimes
is a mystery.  I had absolutely no intentions of ever sharing her with
anybody else, and as to the maids, why fuck one of them when I had her to
fuck?  I assured her that my intent was only for a good back rub.

   Next day, James woke us up.  "Sorry, sir, but we need to be at the
airport in two hours."

   We got in a good morning screw and got up to shower and dress.  We were
running a little late, but that was no big deal with a private jet.  Still
the Delvacourts expected to be picked up in San Francisco at a certain
time, and we had to fly from Rockford to New York first.

   The flight on the Saberliner was fantastic.  After briefing us on
emergency procedures, James sat upfront with the pilot and only came back
into the cabin briefly to serve us yet another bottle of bubbly.  We had a
couple of glasses and I suggested we make love at 35,000 feet.  Anne
thought that was delightfully wicked idea and quickly shed her clothes.  We
did it standing up in the aisle, first face-to-face and then by rear entry
with her slightly bent over holding onto the seat backs.  Doing it from the
rear was best as it allowed me free access to finger her anus while I
pummeled her pussy.  Anne went wild.  Unfortunately I didn't have any fuck
grease handy so I had to confine myself to an external massage.  Still the
anal sex issue was open and she certainly didn't protest.

   James interrupted our fun when he came into the cabin.  "Excuse me sir,
ma'am, but we will be landing soon and you need to return to your seats. 
Seatbelt light is on."

   For some reason, Anne blushed three shades of red.  I guess she realized
just how lewd we were acting.  We quickly got dressed and buckled up, and
within minutes we were on the ground taxing toward the general aviation
hanger.  A limo pulled up to the plane to take us to the Waldorf-Astoria
for a one-day layover.  After the baggage was loaded and Anne was seated in
the limo, James took me aside for a moment.

   "Eddie, I have to hand it you.  Anne is one fine looking woman, great
titties, passionate too.  You ever get tired of her, let me know." He
laughed, then handed me a little box.  "A gift for the missus from Miss
Sylvia." We shook hands and he boarded the Sabreliner for the
transcontinental hop to pick up Mr.  D and Sylvia.

   At the Waldorf, we were treated to a large suite.  Very nice
accommodations.  The concierge provided us with tickets for that evening's
performance of 'Les Miserales' and another bottle of champagne.  By that
time, Anne and I were growing tired of champagne, but I graciously accepted
it as it was paid for.

   Anne had never before been in New York.  I'd been there twice with
Sylvia for a weekend, but usually my duties of servicing one or more of her
many friends kept me off the streets and so I wasn't all that familiar with
the city either.

   We wandered around Central Park and went into the Metropolitan Museum of
Art for a quick look around before dinner back at the hotel.  The Broadway
musical was fantastic and we partied late into the night.  By the time we
got back to the hotel we were too exhausted to mess around.

   Next morning we took a quick trip out to the Statue of Liberty and to
the top of the World Trade Center, and then we rushed around to get to the
airport by 3:00 PM to catch an Air France flight to Paris and then on to
Rome.  The eight-hour flight to Paris was long but we mostly slept except
for the times I played with her clit under a blanket.  She nearly ate a
pillow trying to stifle her moans.

   We arrived in Rome around 9:30 AM local time completely screwed up by
jet lag and somehow losing a day in the process.  We checked into beautiful
old hotel in the heart of the Eternal City.  Rome is GRAND!  We made all
the stops to the Roman Forum, the Coliseum, the Sistine Chapel, St. 
Peter's and made a two-day excursion to Naples.

   Since we consummated our marriage, Anne seemed to change.  I had noticed
how she welcomed the admiring looks of men in New York and now she welcomed
the flirting from the Italian men who were always appreciate of any
beautiful woman they saw.  Before we got married, she'd run and hide if
anyone flirted with her.  I asked her about it.

   Seems that the nuns had her convinced that all a man wanted from a woman
was sex, and that men were never to be encouraged if she wanted to remain a
virgin until she was married.  Once she was married, the nuns had
instructed her to give herself completely to her husband.  Now that she was
married and I was her protector, she could enjoy the flirtations without
any undue risk.  Didn't make a whole lot of sense to me, but what the hell,
she was mine and I liked the part about giving herself to me completely.

   The most significant event occurred after we arrived and had
recuperated. We were relaxing in the hotel room, fresh from a bath,
enjoying each other intimately.  I was giving her pussy a tongue-lashing
and she was bucking around.  I put a finger to her asshole and she let out
a guttural moan as a tidal wave of shameless lust swept her conscious
aside.

   I knew she would consent to anything I wanted.  I changed tactics and
spread her gorgeous ass cheeks, and began to tongue fuck her ass while
finger fucking her pussy.  She went into orbit.  She was trashing about so
much I could hardly keep contact with my tongue.  I greased up her hole and
my fingers and began worming a finger into her rectum.

   When I manage to get past the second knuckle, she cried out, "Oh Jesus!
Eddie don't!  Eddie don't!  That's so dirty, it's taboo."

   I eased my finger back out and she seemed to calm down a little.  I
pushed back in and she cried out again, "Oh god that feels good!" she
gushed.

   I was getting mixed signals so I pressed ahead and gently finger fucked
her ass while licking up and down her pussy slit.

   "Oh no," she whined.

   I stopped.

   "Don't stop, darling, it just so dirty!"

   I continued reaming her butt, loosening her tight sphincter, preparing
her.  She was shaking with wanton desire, now a willing participant in that
most filthy of sex acts.

   I pulled my finger from her ass.  "Don't stop!" she begged.  "That feels
so good!"

   "Do you want me to show you how the ancient Romans practiced birth
control?"

   "Oh god, Eddie!  Will it hurt?"

   I wanted to be sure she knew what I was talking about.  "What will
hurt?"

   "You know, what you're going to do to me?"

   I kissed her tenderly and toyed with her shit hole.  "I won't hurt you
Baby.  It may hurt a little at first, but it won't hurt for long."

   "Like when you broke my cherry?"

   "Maybe a little more.  If I'm hurting you too much, tell me to stop, and
I'll stop.  Trust me, you're going to like it."

   I put her on her back with her legs across my shoulders, rolling her
butt off the bed, like I was going to deep fuck her.  I wanted to do it
like this so that I could watch her expression and stop if I was hurting
her.  I was so excited I thought I might come with just a touch.  I put my
throbbing tip, oozing with precum, to her virgin anus and rubbed it around
her anus, adding natural lubricant to the glob of KY smeared into her hole.
I applied pressure to her tightly clinched hole but was unable to
penetrate.

   "Come on Baby, relax.  Push down like you want to shit."

   The tip of my dick forced it's way inside just a little, the rim of the
crown was still visible.  I gently bumped and nudged her tight little anal
ring a few times and her sphincter relaxed enough that the head slipped in,
just barely, but in.

   "Owww!  Eddie, that hurts!  Ah!  Stop!"

   I remained still for a moment watching her expression change from
discomfort to acceptance.

   "Oh, that's better, Eddie.  That feels good now."

   Like the fist time I fucked her tight virgin pussy, I went very slowly,
starting with tiny shallow thrusts, gradually getting deeper and deeper.  I
would pause about every half inch to give her body a chance to adjust.  The
elastic walls of her rectum yielded as I penetrated deeper and deeper until
my pelvic bone was firmly against her buttocks.  I paused for several
minutes until I was sure she was fairly relaxed.  I slowly withdrew until
only the head of my penis was still in her ass before I slowly drove back
in.

   After I had very slowly taken a dozen or so full strokes, I felt her
sphincter noticeably relax.  I changed pace, stroking her a little faster.
Her face twisted in a wild grimace of lust and her shamelessly aroused body
groveled beneath me.  She groaned loudly in obvious sexual pleasure.  I
changed pace again, withdrawing completely from her anus.  Her sphincter
remained dilated and I penetrated anew with no resistance at all.  This is
exactly how I wanted her, completely loosened up.  I began a series of nine
short shallow strokes followed by a hard deep penetration, then eight
shallow strokes followed by two hard deep penetrations, then seven shallow
strokes followed by three hard deep penetrations, and so forth until I was
slamming her ass with all my strength.

   While I was doing the shallow strokes I also gently squeezed her clit
between my thumb and forefinger, and by the time I was at five and five,
she was lurching about in an orgasm, an orgasm that didn't seem to quit
until I shot my load into her rectum.

   I pulled out of the slot formed by her legs and just let her legs flop
down onto the mattress.  She seemed lifeless and remained still for a long
time.  I got up and washed the shit off my dick.  By the time she was
coming around again, I was ready for round two.

   I had brought along four lengths of soft rope for just this moment. 
Before she had recovered, I had her splayed out, tied to the four posts of
the bed, a pillow shoved under her ass, and blindfolded.  She was very
alarmed when she realized that she was completely helpless and she fought
the restraints.  I cupped my hand and spoke as if there were someone else
in the room.

   "Okay guys, fuck her!"

   Then I raped her.  There really is no other word to describe it.  It was
an incredibly intense experience for her.  She actually thought that I was
someone else.

   "Oh, god no!  Eddie noooooo, don't let them do this to me!  Get off of
me!  Don't, oh please don't!"

   Once the fucking started, the protests quickly faded and she let go
completely, urging the rapist to fuck her harder and harder.  Man that girl
really has a hair trigger.  I got up and mounted her three times.  After I
was finished, I got up, cupped my hand again, and said, "Thanks boys,
here's a hundred dollar tip." Then I opened and closed the door as if they
had left.

   I untied her.  She opened her eyes, exhausted.  She looked questioningly
at me.  "Eddie," she finally said.  "Do you want me to be a whore for all
of your friends?"

   "No, I don't.  Do you like being gang banged?"

   She smiled and laughed.  "I knew it was only you!  Actually at first I
didn't but the second time, I realized that they all felt and smelled like
you!  You're really bad, teasing me like that!" She threw a pillow at me in
mock anger.

   We playfully wrestled around.  Somehow she got a dry finger up my butt
and roughly assaulted my ass.  "Owwww!" I protested.

   "How do like the way it feels?"

   "Do it easy baby and you can do that to me anytime you want."

   She lubed up and buried her long finger in me while sucking my soft dick
into her mouth.  It didn't stay soft, and as it grew in her mouth, she
figured out how to accommodate me.  Soon her ovalled lips were sliding
completely up and down my thick shaft, sucking it to the root and slowly
sucking back up to the head while she massaged my balls with her free hand.


   Her finger found my love gland and waves of ecstasy overwhelmed me. 
That wonderful feeling began moving up from my balls into thick base of my
cock.  I didn't try to hold it back, and semen rushed through my jerking
dick and gushed into her mouth.  She pulled off some so that she could
taste my sperm without swallowing it.  She let my spent dick slip from her
mouth and then she kissed me, allowing my sperm to flow from her mouth into
mine.  She was learning.







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