Donna Allen
Their horny new mom

CHAPTER ONE

Marilyn Green snuggled closer to her husband and stroked his thigh. He snored and mumbled in his sleep, and Marilyn decided to awaken him. She felt terribly horny and needed sex if she was ever going to fall asleep tonight.

Like a good and grateful wife, she had waited for Paul to make the first move. During the six months they had been married, she had always waited for him to make the first move.

He seldom did.

She moved her hand to his chest and felt his hard muscles and tiny nipples. She knew that Paul's interest in sex was minimal. She knew it before they got married. But she loved him and hoped he would change. She sighed softly. So far there had been little change. If anything he was less interested than ever.

When she'd met Paul Green she'd been so happy. A women in her later twenties had problems if she wasn't married. Even if she looked like Marilyn.

Marilyn knew she was pretty and she knew her figure was as good as a teen's. But, still, a man Paul's age could have his pick while a woman's options demised every year she stayed single.

Now Marilyn snuggled closer to Paul and rubbed her tits against his back. She was so hot she could feel the moisture between her legs. Even when she was single and taking care of her elderly parents, she'd masturbated regularly. Even if her sex life was uneventful, she didn't walk around with a horny cunt.

She reached down and found his cock and balls. She held them in her hand and he thrashed his arms and mumbled. She continued stroking his balls, hoping he would awaken.

When she met Paul, all the sacrifices she had made for her parents paid off. Her mother had just passed away and she was all alone. And meeting Paul had been like a dream come true.

He was handsome and divorced with two teenage sons. His ex-wife lived in England and was no problem and besides Paul had custody of the boys.

Mark and Steve were sweet and bright and they liked Marilyn. She had no problem being a step-mother. She loved it. She wasn't enthused about the fact that Paul's older sister, Denise, lived with them. But nothing in life was perfect and even Denise was nicer to her lately.

She stroked Paul's inner thighs and kissed his shoulder. She could get up and go into the bathroom and masturbate. But why should she have to bring herself off when she had a husband to do it? Why should she have to use her own fingers when she had a perfectly good prick right here in bed with her?

It's not like I didn't know Paul had a low sex-drive, she thought. That had been the one thing about him that turned her off. But again, life wasn't perfect. And she had hopes that he would change. Even after six months, she still hoped he'd change.

It wasn't as if she'd had much experience. She had one boyfriend for years and they fucked regularly, but they never did anything unusual.

She giggled softly when she thought about Harold. They had fucked once a week after her folks were in bed and when she was sure they were fast asleep. She and Harold never did anything fancy. They never even undressed. He fucked her in the missionary position on the living room sofa. He always had a towel nearby to clean himself off. He never asked her to go down on him and he never went down on her. Two weeks before she met Paul, Harold ran off with a stripper. He left a note for her, telling her he felt stifled by his life and by her. He felt stifled! she thought.

She lifted her nightgown and thrust her bare cunt against Paul's ass. She felt so safe and secure with her new husband. When she met him, she had hoped that he would introduce her to all kinds of wild sex she'd only read about. But he wasn't very different from Harold. He, too, preferred the missionary position. Once a week. And so far he'd never touched his lips to her cunt, or let her suck his cock.

She squeezed his cock and he finally awakened. "What's going on, hon?" he yawned.

"I'm horny," she said. "I want my marital rights."

He snickered. One of the things he loved about her was her sense of humor. "I've got a rough day tomorrow, sweetheart. Do you mind if we skip the gymnastics tonight?"

Marilyn said nothing, but she pumped his prick and stroked his thigh. Despite his words, she felt his cock harden in her hand. After a few moments, he turned around and faced her.

"I didn't know I married a hot-blooded broad," he said, his voice husky with sleep.

"But, darling," she whispered, using both hands to caress him. "All evening I thought about nothing but your prick and how good it feels when you fuck me." She thought maybe he would respond to flattery and in truth she had thought about getting laid all evening.

Her fingers played over his dick-tip. She teased the flared rim under his knob and tangled her fingernails in his cock-bush. Her pussy tingled with excitement as his prick throbbed inter hand.

"Darling?" she said.

"What?" he said.

"Is it getting to you?"

"Yeah, I know." He yawned loudly.

"Don't go back to sleep!"

"Jesus, who can sleep?"

"Now that you're all hot and bothered, what are you going to do with this thing?"

"Who's hot and bothered?"

"You are and you know it. Your cock couldn't be stiffer."

"Jesus, hon, I'm bushed. Go to sleep and we'll fuck Saturday night."

"Honey, this is Tuesday. I can't wait until Saturday."

"That's what a guy gets for marrying a spinster."

"Who's a spinster?" She pinched his cockhead until he groaned.

"Only kidding, baby, only kidding."

"Oh, honey, I just love your cock," she sighed. "Why won't you let me suck it?"

"Oh, shit, if you want to so badly, go ahead and suck it."

Well, that's progress, she thought. Shivering slightly, she slipped down on the bed and moved her head under the blanket. In a moment she found Paul's prick and fastened her lips, to the swollen tip.

"Jesus, don't bite if off," he muttered.

She worked her lips over his prickshaft. She used her tongue and her teeth and lips to devour him. She'd sucked off a few men years ago, but it had been a long time. Now she worked Paul over like a starving rat.

She fluttered her tongue up and down his pole and licked around the root. She even licked his balls, something she'd never done before, and thrilled at the taste of the life giving appendages.

She knew she was exciting Paul by the way he reached down and tongued his fingers in her long, thick, dark hair. He shifted his hips around and pumped his prick in and out of the succulence of her lips. There was no doubt about it. He was relishing the feel of her mouth sucking his dick.

"Take it all the way into your mouth, honey," he said. "Can you take it all?"

"I'll try," she said plunging her lips down and taking half his prong into her mouth.

She almost choked and spit it out, but she was surprised at how much she'd been able to take in. Paul's cock was big. Bigger than most, she guessed. And it wasn't easy to fit that big thing into her mouth.

Now Marilyn pushed the blanket aside and crouched on her hands and knees between his legs. Her nightgown bunched up around her hips and her bare ass stuck out.

Her ass was one of her best features. It was round and full, and her hips were slim. She had a lovely curve and men always whistled when she walked down the street.

Now she bent over provocatively and deliberately draped her tits over Paul's legs. He reached down and grabbed one boob in his hand and she trembled with arousal.

She plunged her lips down his prick and moaned as he squeezed her tit. Her boobs were very sensitive. She was able to come once in a while just from playing with them.

The horny young wife was totally turned-on now. Despite Paul's reluctance, he was thoroughly aroused. His prick was stiff as steel and seemed as eager as she for fucking. Her cunt was awash with juice and throbbing with heat and hungry for the feel of her husband's dick.

Now that she was getting what she wanted, she didn't mind waiting. She wanted him at the peak of excitement so maybe he would let her get on top. But even the missionary position appealed to her at this point.

She tirelessly bobbed her head up and down over his fuckpole. Her hair flew over her face, clinging to the perspiration dripping down her temples. Her tongue probed Paul's jizz-slit and lapped over his nuts.

She grunted when she sucked his entire fuckknob into her mouth. How she loved the taste and feel of his bloated knob! How she loved the taste of his cock-cream as it leaked out of the tip!

She thought about bow it would feel when his prick was finally inside her. She pressed her tits against him and suctioned half his shaft into her mouth. When he fucked her, he directed his shaft over her cunt. That part was always good. But he didn't do it long enough and she was never able to come.

The truth was she never came when he fucked her. Not once in the six months of their marriage or during their engagement. The only time she climaxed was when she brought herself off. She was determined to change all that now. Now that they were married, she could demand more of him.

Her pussy ached with the need to be filled. And soon it would be filled with a nice, stiff cock. Paul was groaning, lying back against the pillow and clutching her head.

She felt the blood thumping through his body and she longed to get on top of him and sink down onto his dick. But she knew he would be angry if she was that aggressive, so she restrained herself.

Paul muttered and thrust himself forward against her face. His cock surged into her throat and she gagged slightly, but managed to hold it there for a moment.

"Get it in there!" he said, thrusting his dick into her throat.

She held her breath and controlled her gag-reflex. And she held him there against her windpipe and relished the pleasure she was giving them both.

Still, as much as she loved sucking his cock, she was worried that he might come in her mouth and leave her frustrated. She didn't want to wind up in the bathroom using her fingers on her pussy. No! she thought as she released his prick from her throat. Not tonight!

He grabbed her hair roughly and tried to push it back into her mouth. "Why'd you stop?"

She crawled over next to him and lay on her side. "I didn't want you to come."

"What the hell," he muttered. "What were you sucking it for if you didn't want me to come?"

"I wanted to get you excited so we could fuck?"

"Jesus, Marilyn, when a guy gets sucked, he wants to come. Didn't you know that?"

"Oh, Paul, that's not true." She tried to tease him by kissing his navel, but he pushed her away.

"No, seriously, if a women sucks a guy, she's got to expect him to come. That's the way it is and that's why I don't dig it. I warned you I didn't like it, didn't I?"

"Yes, but you seemed to like it just now."

"Jesus, Marilyn, it feels good. It's just that I knew we'd have this argument. Now, will you go to sleep?"

"But, I'm horny," she pouted, draping one leg over his hip.

"And I'm tired."

"Let me get on top and I'll do the work. You won't have to do a thing, but lay there."

"Jesus, you're too much. Where's the timid girl I met and married."

Marilyn giggled as she pulled her nightgown over her head and climbed on top of him. She flung one leg over and straddled his crotch. She positioned her snatch over his up thrust prick. "What timid girl?"

He groaned, but chuckled despite himself. "Who says women don't change once they're married?"

Marilyn giggled as she hovered over him and rubbed her cunt against his cock and balls. She ground herself against him and slipped his cockhead inside her hairy cuntlips.

This was the first time she'd gotten, on top, and she was overwhelmed with excitement. Maybe it was the start of a new era for them. Maybe now they would do all the wild things she'd read about for years.

Without thinking, she sat down on his prick. It soared into her cunt-channel and she gripped it with her strong interior muscles. "Honey, you're in!" she said.

"Yeah, I know."

"It feels so good!" She threw her head back and closed her eyes. Her entire body felt incredibly alive. This was what life was all about. Two bodies becoming one.

Every nerve-ending in her cunt blazed. She held him inside her without moving and relished the feeling of being penetrated. She thought about the last time she and Harold had fucked and how boring it had been. Harold always made sure she came though. He used his finger on her cunt after they fucked and even though it wasn't the most exciting climax in the world he made sure she wasn't left totally frustrated.

Which was more than Paul did and he was her husband. But that was in the past. Tonight was a watershed. She knew that instinctively. It was the beginning of their marriage and from now on things would be wonderful.

She began to bounce and jiggle her ass, raising and lowering herself. A dim light filled the room, the light from the streetlights outside. She glanced down and saw Paul's dick as she raised herself and kept only his cockhead in her twat. It glistened with her juice. It shone with it.

Paul closed his eyes and his face was expressionless. A monotonous groan escaped his throat. But his cock responded to her cunt. It pulsated body inside her.

"Does it feel good, darling?" she said.

"Yeah, fine."

She bent over and kissed him on the lips. He didn't respond. She tried to force her tongue inside his mouth, but he pushed her away.

"Don't do that."

"Suck my tits, honey?" she said, flopping forward and feeding him one of her long pink nipples.

"Jesus, Marilyn, I've got a big day tomorrow!"

"It won't take much longer, honey," she said, trying to push her tit into his mouth. "Just suck a little."

He opened his mouth and she managed to get a good portion of her tit in. But he sucked without enthusiasm and she finally pulled it out and sat up straight again.

She knew she had a tight cunt. Even Harold had told her that. He told her that her cunt felt like a tight leather glove on his cock. Paul never complimented her on her cunt.

"I'm coming," he muttered now, his face contorted.

Marilyn stopped moving. "Not yet, hon," she said, on the verge of tears. They'd been fucking about a minute. She needed more time. It wasn't fair!

She felt conflicted and torn. On the one hand she wanted to be a good wife. On the other, she had needs too. If she told Paul how frustrated she was, he might be angry. If she didn't tell him, she would remain horny.

His cock imbedded inside her tight snatch, Paul came and after a few jerky thrusts he pulled out of her cunt and rolled onto his belly.

Within two minutes he was asleep. Marilyn watched the minute-hand on the clock next to the bed. Exactly two minutes. She climbed off the bed and padded toward the bathroom.

Paul stirred. "Where you going, hon?"

"To pee."

"You always pee after we fuck."

"Yeah, I do, don't I?"

"Night, babe."

"Goodnight, honey."

Once she was in the bathroom she sat down on the toilet and fingered her hot cunt. Well, I'm married, she thought. And who promised me a rose garden?