"Am I bothering you?" he asked, a trifle piqued at her failure to attend to his wants or properly return his caress.
"Ummm? Of course not, silly. That feels nice. But I'm looking at the ads for people who want to find an apartment."
He scowled.
"Go ahead and play with my cunt, honey," she said.
"Well it's not much fun if you aren't interested."
She grinned. "You sound like a petulant child," she said. She looked down at his swollen prick. "Gonna take your bat and go home?"
Bob had to chuckle at that. For one thing, he was home… the only place he could take his bat was into the bathroom, where he could beat it off. He wasn't about to waste his tool on his own hand.
He slipped a second finger up her gash.
Colleen purred.
She said, "Honey, we really must try to sell the apartment… we need the money bad…"
"Ummm," he agreed. "Not as bad as I need some pussy."
"You always need pussy!" she said, not at all unhappy about the state of affairs.
"Wait until the honeymoon is over," he said. "We'll fuck once a week then."
"Don't bet on it, you horny bastard," she said.
She was pleased that she had married such a potent man, for she was a randy young lady. Despite her concern with the newspaper, his fingers were having a predictable effect on her juicy snatch. She reached down and absent-mindedly wrapped her fist around the thick root of his cock. Already hard, that big weapon flared lustily in her hand.
Bob sighed with pleasure.
Cohen, still reading the newspaper, began to slowly pump his dick up and down.
Bob began to use three fingers to probe up her slick slot, steadily pushing them in to the knuckles and then turning and twisting them about inside the soft sheath.
She began to get interested. She tossed the newspaper aside and opened her lush thighs wide and, looking down the nubile arch of her torso, watched his hand push in ad out of her cunt. Her whole crotch had turned creamy by then time. Silvery cunt juice trickled down her thighs and into the crack of her ass.
She began to squirm with excitement as she matched her body react to his hand. As his fingers pushed up her hole, her cunt made moist, squelching sounds and her clit trembled and started to stiffen. Bob flicked his thumb over her tingling love-bud as he pushed his fingers in and out of her gash.
She tugged at his cock. "Put it in me, honey," she sighed.
Bob, never averse to trading a fist for a twat, rolled over and rose on his knees. He knelt between her thighs. His big dick throbbed over her belly and then, dipping down, he nudged his cock head into her juicy crotch.
Colleen, sill holding his cock at the roots, began to rub his knob around in her slot, dipping the tip into her hole and massaging her love-bud. Bob made no attempt to push into her, content to let her rub his pecker head over her cunt. He began to massage her tits, squeezing the firm mounds and rolling the taut nipples in his fingers.
Colleen arched her back, lifting her crotch and ass off the bed. Bob's hands slid down her flanks and around to her ass, cupping the firm cheeks and holding her up.
Colleen released his cock.
Bob pushed the full length up her box with one long, rippling stroke, his ass dipping as he corkscrewed in. He held the first full penetration jammed in to the roots in her juicy slot, his cock buried in warm pussy and his bloated balls pressed against her uplifted ass. Her cunt pulled and dragged at his hot meat as Colleen thrilled to the sensation of being chock full of dick.
She began to rotate her hips. Her cunt twisted from side to side on his big prick while her cunt muscles began to work in sequence so that her pussy was rippling up his dick from tip to root in a series of clutching contractions.
Bob began fuck her. He started moving in and out slowly, pulling back so that only the knob remained in her slot, then pushing the whole big rod up her. His ass screwed and humped. Colleen met him with eager compliance, meeting him thrust for thrust, so that she was pushing her crotch down over his prick as he lunged in and wriggling back as he withdrew.
Bob began to screw faster, fairly pouring the pork to her. His balls swung in, slapping against her ass. His cock felt like a heated crowbar as it forged up her snatch. Colleen's pneumatic loins responded with equal vigor as he fed the pork to her. Her pussy started to cream. Bob slid easily through the slippery passage with her pussy gripping and clutching at every inch of his stalk and knob.
Her thighs clamped around his flanks, squeezing, as if she sought to force the spunk from him with the pressure.
"Oh," she cried and then, "Ooooh," drawing the wail of joy out in a long, quivering note.
Her cunt sucked on his dick.
Bob groaned as he felt the pressure build up in his balls. He whacked his dong in savagely, gritting his teeth. His whole body began to tingle and his toes curled as the rising ecstasy filled him with joy. His hands were still cupping her ass. He lifted her higher, angling her crotch at his stroke and sending his dick speeding over her clit.
His balls exploded. He felt the thick sap rush up his rod and she felt that rod expand potently in her gash.
"Come!" she cried, already coming herself and wanting his hot cream to pour into her as she shuddered with the thrill. Even as she spoke the word, as if obedient to her command, the head of his dick blossomed with a spurt of love juice as he ran it all the way up her hole.
Colleen felt the burning jism pour into her womb and her own orgasm increased. Long thrills crashed around in her belly and ran up her thighs. Her cunt sucked at him and he shot a second heavy wad up her hole, filling her love-box with so much spunk that it came bubbling out as his plunger pushed in.
He blew a third cascade of cum into her hole, then stiffened and held his body rigid while his horny young wife writhed away under him, working off the final spasms of her own orgasm.
After awhile she stopped moving and smiled dreamily and contentedly. There was a lot to be said for married life.
But there was little to be said for being broke and, after the contentment of her orgasm had ebbed away, Colleen picked up the paper and began to study the ads again. Maybe the estate agents would phone today, she thought.
She went downstairs and made Bob's lunch while he was getting dressed. She hadn't bothered to put any clothing on and when he walked into the kitchen he grinned and licked his lips.
"Is that my lunch?" he asked.
"Tuna sandwich, I'm afraid," she said.
"Naw, fuck the sandwich," he said. "I'll have some more of that juicy cunt, honey."
Colleen, not displeased, raised her eyes.
"Fuck the sandwich," she said. "Instead." And, to her amazement, the amusing fellow whipped his dick out, lifted the top slice of bread, and lay his pecker into the tuna fish.
He gave the deflowered sandwich a few strokes.
"Not as tight as your pussy," he complained.
Colleen was convulsed with laughter at this absurd sight.
"Don't you dare come in that sandwich," she said.
"Is there an alternative?"
Colleen sighed, still chuckling. Pussy was all Bob thought about and she knew that if she refused him, he would simply not go to work.
It was no hardship.
She lifted the top slice of bread off the sandwich. His big cock indented the tuna fish. Lifting his pecker by the hilt, she bent down and licked the mayonnaise and tuna flakes off his knob and stalk, her nimble tongue curling around his meat.
His cock jumped up like an uncoiling spring.
He put the sandwich on the table and put his dick in her mouth. She sucked merrily away until it was humming like a tuning fork. Then she slid her lips away from the glowing knob and sat on the edge of the table, thighs spread and pelvis tilted upwards.
"Lunch," she said.