The Newlyweds Ch. 01

Literotic asexstories – The Newlyweds Ch. 01 by Pinkender,Pinkender Chapter 1- The Sleepover

Morgan and I have been married for three months now. Three months of absolute bliss, and not a single argument. Three months of nearly constant sex in every room and on every piece of furniture we own when we are not asleep, or working. Not that our little economy apartment is all that spacious.

It’s strange to think that just nine months ago we met at a concert. She just so happened to be standing near me when I asked her to dance. Honestly, she didn’t look anything like what I usually was attracted to. Long blonde hair. A square face. Luscious lips. Enormous breasts. Big blue eyes. That was what I liked, or, at least, what I thought I liked and wanted. However, Morgan was stunningly beautiful all in her own way. Short cropped curly coiling brown hair. Big brown eyes. A wide plump mouth. A teardrop-shaped face with a sharp jawline. Broad shoulders. Tiny, A-cup breasts. A flat-as-a-board belly. A slim and yet athletically square waist. Exotically wide, vase-like hips. Thick thighs. Thick calves. Thick ankles. And the thickest, roundest, fattest, most “Oh my god! I just want to bite it!” behind I have ever seen!

We danced to that song, and then everyone after it as well. When we left the concert, we left together and so started our romance. It was a whirlwind, and then, six months later, we got married.

Me, for my part, I am roughly 6 feet tall with dark strawberry blonde hair that turns golden in the summer. I have green eyes. I am athletically built. But, besides that, I feel like I am unremarkable though Morgan says that I’m not. Whatever the case may be, she loves me ravenously, and I am happy with that!

After we were married, we got this little apartment in a town exactly in the middle of where my family lives and where Morgan’s mother and sisters live. Three months later, we are both working hard. However, the cost of living here is much more expensive than we expected, so we’re thinking of moving toward either Morgan’s family or mine. In the meantime, it is May and in a couple of days, my girl is going to be nineteen while I am twenty-three going on twenty-four later in the year.

“Hey, babe!” Morgan said softly since we were in the car driving home from work.

“Yeah,” I replied as I glanced from looking ahead of us to her.

She was beautiful! Her curly brown hair was still cut short like a boy but had grown out lately so that little ringlets fell down her brow to end just above her finely arched eyebrows. Her big, slightly tilted-up, almond-shaped eyes gleamed with an inner glow of joy. Her head was small, her face narrow, and her features sharp and pixieish with a turned-up nose. And her mouth, oh god, her mouth was full and wide with unbelievably defined and beautiful vermillion borders edging the perfection that was her soft pink lips as she grinned sensually at me!

“Since it’s the weekend,” Morgan said, “Athena wanted to come over and stay with us and hang out.”

“Maybe we could go see a concert or a movie?” She finished in a promising purr.

She always did that. Teased me with purred nonverbal promises of sensual and sexual delight that always elicited from me the answer she desired. As she spoke she even leaned in, across the car, and ran her small hand down my inner thigh before finding her way to my crotch and cupping my manhood.

“I promise,” She purred, “I’ll make it worth your while…”

She just continued smiling and left her promise hanging there in the air between us pregnant with meaning. I thought about eliciting promises from her since sometimes those teases never actually materialized. However, I chided myself for greediness. I could not let my lust for her overrule my good sense, nor my knowledge that eliciting such promises, or calling her out on her failure to keep her inferred promises, would only result in a fight where neither one of us would be having a good time this weekend. And so, I gave her a naughty grin and took my hand from the steering wheel, and slipped it between her thighs. They were thick and bare and milk-white and oh so soft. I slid my hand up her inner thigh until the base of my hand rested lightly on the gusset of her white micro g-string and I could feel the heat of her pussy radiating outward before I answered in a meaningful and promising purr of my own, “Sure baby. You know I can never say no to you.”

Morgan smiled and her whole face lit up beautifully before she began to massage my dick and balls through the thick fabric of my jeans until I was very very hard. My length grew to a modest 8 inches as she guided it down my pants leg. As for me, she spread her thighs as wide as she could given the confines of our small compact car. This allowed me to turn my hand and cup her pussy, and while she massaged me I also drew my fingers up and down to soft fabric covering her hot labia. Then, I let my middle finger trail down the soft curves of her ample ass cheeks and let my finger linger on the hot, wet g-string resting on her perineum. As I slid my fingers up, I pushed only a little and my middle finger slipped between her labia and into the surprisingly cool confines of her vagina. I ran my finger around the walls of her vaginal mouth and rubbed the spongy wall of Morgan’s vagina covering her pubic bone, then I moved on to feel the soft smoothness of her side walls, and then then ribbed roughness of the back of her vagina which lay against her rectum. I pushed in a little deeper, completely soaking my finger in her vaginal nectar and then I withdrew.

As I dragged my fingers up Morgan’s soft, completely hairless, outer labia, I softly and delicately plowed my middle finger through her pussy, parting her lips and massaging her own vaginal juices into her vulva and small, dainty even, inner labia pedals. She moaned in pleasure and rolled her eyes back and arched her back as she hopped her bottom forward and thrust her pelvis into my hand pressing her pussy against my finger for a firmer and deeper penetration. The action hiked her mini-skirt up her ass and over her cheeks to collect at her waist. It also nearly pulled her pussy out of my hand and reach. And her sudden attack on the tip of my dick, through my denim jeans, nearly had me blowing my load straight down my pant leg!

I hissed as I tried vainly to hold back my impending climax. Morgan moaned and purred as she made another little hop which brought her pussy more firmly into my hand. I moved my middle finger up her vulva and ran a circle around her clitoris as the rest of my fingers raked softly across her smooth outer labia. As my fingers moved up so too did my hand over the smooth, milk-white skin of her completely hairless pubic mound. I enjoyed very much the feeling of my wife’s soft skin beneath my hand and fingers as I rolled her clit around. Also, I could feel her abdominal muscles spasming wildly. I glanced over and loved the way her mouth hung open in a euphoric orgasmic-O. And I loved the way her eyes rolled and crossed as I slid my fingers back down her vulva and labia and delved deeply inside her to whisk her both hot and cool honey pot of fragrant lubrication!

As Morgan came to her senses her mouth closed and she bit her bottom lip before giving me a hot smile that promised sweet, sensual revenge. Her left hand was on my crotch, rubbing my dick, but mostly the tip. She seemed determined to make me cum in my pants. Her right hand however, she brought to her small braless A-cup breasts before pinching them, twisting her right nipple first and then her left, and as she twisted she moaned releasing her bottom lip and opening her mouth in a sensual gasp while staring straight into my eyes.

I could hold her gaze for only a moment, but that was long enough, her desire, her need, her want was very plainly expressed in her features. I had time only to look down and see that her small nipples were standing erect beneath her t-shirt, and then I had to look back at the road in front of me. As I withdrew, my middle finger from her vagina once again I repeated what I had done before, dragging my finger up her vulva and massaging circles around her clit, but this time I didn’t stop. Instead, I stayed there like that for a long time as Morgan’s eyes rolled in her head, her hips and crotch quivered and gyrating beneath my hand, and her hand–her wonderful hand and nails–massaged the tip of my dick!

Morgan’s hand was both wonderful and excruciating. She left my tip periodically, but rarely so. I was so swollen. My testicles boiled and churned and tingled to release my seed inside my beautiful, amazing, sex goddess of a wife! Only, I wanted to release my seed inside her, or on her. Not!– in my own pants! However, this didn’t seem to be Morgan’s desire at all. She seemed to want me to explode. She wanted to make me explode! It was as if it was a personal challenge to her, and she was determined to win!

Her nails slid up and down my pants pumping my shaft then she used her ring finger and pinky finger to slide down and tickle my balls. They quivered and pulled up closer to my crotch, and I almost came at that moment! I hissed as I fought to keep control, and Morgan giggled. She tickled my balls again and thankfully they were marginally less sensitive. I retaliated by using my thumb to massage down the entrance slit of her pussy where I could feel the cylindrical nerve of her clit where it attached to her pubic mound and then ran my thumb down it to where my index finger rubbed the bulbous nub of her clitoris. Morgan gasped and her pelvis shuddered as euphoria and pleasure flooded her mind and body!

She withdrew from my balls then and raked her nails down my long, supremely engorged, ribbed, and vein-entwined shaft to find my swollen to nearly twice the girth of my shaft, mushroom-shaped tip, and then she started raking her nails across the denim. She traced the outline shape of my tip and even found the slit of my urethra.

“If you don’t stop, you’re going to make me cum!” I moaned.

“Good!” Morgan gasped and then giggled, “It will be revenge for making me cum!”

“When you cum you don’t make a fucking huge mess!” I hissed as she tickled my balls again.

Morgan giggled again and raked her nails across the head of my dick mercilessly and I thought I was going to explode! But, then, to my relief, she stopped and moved up and started unbuckling, unbuttoning, and unzipping my pants. I nearly came again when her hand grabbed my dick and testicles and fished them out of my pants.

Now, just so you can understand where we were, and our surroundings, let me explain. We live in a city that is large enough to have stop-and-go traffic. And that is exactly where we were. In stop-and-go traffic when Morgan pulled my hand away from her pussy and suddenly unfastened her seat belt. She twisted around so that her knees were now in the seat, her skirt was still around her waist so her wide hips and fat, round, bubble butt was fully exposed. She wore only a g-string and that was twisted and misshapen to such an extent that it was sitting to the side of her right labia completely exposing the slit of her pussy when she moved my arm out of the way and leaned over to bury her face in my crotch as she devoured my dick!

Her ass! My beloved wife’s ass was fully exposed! Her pussy and vagina were completely exposed! And her ass was so high in the air that anyone and everyone in all the vehicles next to us, those we were passing and being passed by, could see, ogle, point, gasp, laugh, and photograph her beautiful wet pussy and voluptuously round bottom!

I almost came as soon as Morgan’s mouth covered the tip of my dick, and I hissed with the strain of not doing so. Her tongue lashed my glands and then she was past, sliding down my shaft as my head hit the back of her mouth and slipped into her throat as she made a purring sound that kept her from gagging. Simultaneously, her back arched and her ass went higher and higher into the air as her head slid down and finally stopped with her nose smashed against my pelvis and thigh.

She was using her left arm to brace herself on the middle console with the E-brake and the shifter, however, her right hand she used to cup and massage my balls. I took my right hand off the steering wheel, and, at first, placed it on the back of my wife’s head and combed my fingers through her tight, brown ringlets. From there I ran my hand to the back of her neck and down the spine of her back until I came to the bottom hem of her seemingly two-sizes too small, untucked t-shirt and pulled the bottom up to her armpits. Then, I reached around her left arm and placed my hand on her left breast. She was so small that her breasts were little more than small fatty hills forming the barest outline of two crescent moon hillocks that curved down from her armpits to meet in perfect symmetry on her sternum.

I let my fingers feel her soft skin and the meager but dense cushioning of her breasts. I felt the contrast of her body in the rigid strength of her ribs. The flex and movement of her muscles. And then, I felt her ultimately tender nipples. I knew from memory more than sight at that moment that they were such a light pink that her areolas were nearly invisible, melding seamlessly with her milk-white skin. Only her nipples were pink. A vibrant rosy pink that always drew my eyes and my desire!

I played with them. I pinched and I twisted. Softly. Not too hard. They tightened beneath my touch. I strummed my fingers over her nipples like my fingers were the strings of a guitar and her nipples were the picks. I loved the way her nipples caught between my fingers and I loved the way her skin was so, so soft! And, I loved the way touching her took my mind off of the fact that Morgan had now withdrawn back up the length of my dick and was licking my glands while she positioned her left hand to press down on the base of my shaft while her right hand cupped my balls, her fingers raked smooth skin between my scrotum and my anus, and her thumb pushed the underside of my dick up so that it began to swell larger and larger with blood engorging it!

Very quickly my dick took on the shape of a real mushroom, curving up from my crotch like it was reaching for the sun. That mushroom stun though was more a thick, very veiny, stalk that kept expanding in girth until I was painfully aware that my skin was stretched so tight it was nearly transparent. Atop that curved stalk was a huge mushroom cap tip so swollen that it resembled a misshapen bell crushed so that the flared bell of the cap was no longer perfectly circular, but rather, it was oval. Also, the misshapen bell-shaped mushroom cap tip appeared as if it had been rung and was in mid-swing so that the bottom edge of the bell, where my glands were, was relatively flat with the arch of the curving, stalk-like, penile shaft. That, then, gave the sides of the head of my dick a very wide flared bell shape while the top still had a distinct bell shape but was otherwise flattened somewhat. And all together, it gave my large somewhat flattened, bell-shaped, mushroom cap, dickhead the appearance that it was nearly twice again as girthy around the bell of my tip as my shaft. Therefore, Morgan’s favorite thing to do when she was sucking me off was to hook her top teeth behind the bell flange of my dickhead and then use her tongue to lick my glands and try to press her tongue into my urethra.

As she did just that, I moved my hand from playing with her breasts and nipples to the spine of her back between her shoulder blades and ran my hand up the steep slope of her lower back, and grabbed a meaty handful of her upper left ass cheek. When I pulled her ass toward me, higher into the air, Morgan accommodated me by sinking down my shaft taking my full length. After a few seconds, I relaxed my arm and Morgan withdrew and continued sucking and licking the glands. Unfortunately, in the last three months, Morgan had gotten very very good at making me cum. And so, within a few minutes, Morgan started using the fingers of her right hand, which were cupping my balls, to gently yet firmly dig her nails into the back of my scrotum and massage the epididymis and vas deferens of my testes. In sheer moments my balls started to tingle and then quiver. They felt like they were boiling, they were spasming so hard inside!

“Oh! Fuck!” I gasped, and then, my balls felt like they exploded as every sperm within them blasted from my dick and filled my darling wife’s mouth!

I could barely keep my eyes open as rope after rope and rope of cum squirted from my dick into Morgan’s mouth. Caught up in the throes of her making me cum and moaned wantonly as she received my seed, and then, after what felt like several minutes of shuddering ejaculation, the torrent abated and Morgan withdrew. She kept her hand on my dick, her finger pressed into my urethra like a cork, but she righted herself in her seat. I followed her with my eyes as she looked out her passenger window and smiled at the men who were grinning, waving, and shouting for an encore. She smiled, and then she opened her mouth and showed them my creamy load of sperm. It filled her mouth. And then, she swallowed!

Honking ensued as the men begged for more and so Morgan twisted around in her seat again and put her ass high in the air as I said, “Giving them a show, huh?”

“Might as well,” Morgan purred as she kissed me.

“Yeah, might as well,” I said less than enthusiastically, but Morgan didn’t catch my tone as she moved down and started sucking on my head again which arched her back and put her ass and pussy on full display for all the viewers in the cars on her side of the highway.

My dick didn’t go down, but neither did I climax again for the rest of the trip home. Instead, my dick just kept squirting aftermath for the rest of the trip.

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It was 4:30 pm by the time we got home. The first thing we did was bathe, and that we always did together. Morgan led the way, completely naked, her wondrously wide hips and perfectly round ass a hypnotizing visage that took all thought from my head except desire, and per our usual routine, I washed her and she washed me. We ended with her facing the wall, her hands out and bracing her as she arched her back and stuck her ass out for me to slip my dick between her cheeks. I had been hard again since she spent a long, long time washing my genitals with her soapy hands, and so, I slid my dick between her ass cheeks and played my tip across her labia, pushing just my head into her vagina before withdrawing and rubbing her lubrication around the puckered lips of her anus before sliding up her tailbone and fucking my dick between her thickly muscled, fat as fuck ass cheeks.

I fucked her ass for several long minutes and enjoyed the wonderful press of her cheeks on and around my dick. I enjoyed the feeling of my balls slapping her pussy. I loved the sound of Morgan moaning as she enjoyed the feeling of my shaft sliding up and down the valley of her behind. She moaned the most when I slowed and hesitated and played my head at the entrance of her asshole, or when I slid my dick down between her pussylips, delving quickly into her vagina before running my head down her vulva to her clitoris. She would press her ass backward sliding my dick deeper inside her hot wet cunt, or pressing her anus against my head until I nearly penetrated her taut pink lips. But then she would stop and I would slide my dick up between her cheeks. I used soap or conditioner to keep us both well lubricated beneath the spray of the shower spigot, and as my lust rose and my balls began to tingle and boil, my pace quickened until and grabbed her by her hips and smashed my dick into her ass with abandon. Morgan pressed her ass back against me as hard as she could, and still, with every thrust, I smashed her into the wall until my balls tingled and I blew my load across her ass cheeks and lower back!