Charles and Diana Ch. 06

Diana Maitland Richards was having another dream about John Wayne, but it was not like any dream she'd had about him before. The big man was kissing her and saying good-bye and that she wasn't his little girl any more; then he backed away from her, his fingers trailing from her face as he disappeared into a mist while she pleaded, "No! No, please...don't leave me alone!" When she could no longer feel his fingers on her chin, she saw another man coming toward her through the mist...a man with handsome features—dark brown hair, piercing gray-blue eyes with heavy, expressive brows, a straight, chiseled nose, a strong chin and square jaw with a dark, thick mustache over his firm, yet soft, lips. He walked up to her and stared at her as he put his left hand on her waist, walked around behind her, and then ran his hand up her body to her bare breasts as he whispered in her ear, "You belong to me now, pretty lady."

Diana recognized him instantly; her soul mate...her true love...her sexy man...her new husband, Charles Richards. She murmured, "Charles," as she leaned her head back to kiss him. His lips and mustache felt so real, as did his warm, firm hand on her breasts...and his large, hairy chest against her back...and his hard cock wedged between her thighs. She opened her eyes to a dimly lit room, daylight being blocked by closed curtains on the windows, and she looked up and back into the handsome face that had appeared in her dream.

"Oh, Charles!" she moaned as her hips squirmed against him, and she reached down to grasp his hard cock between her thighs and guided him into her as she leaned back against him more and spread her legs, throwing her left leg over his thighs as he entered her from behind. He slid is right arm under hers and used both of his hands to caress her breasts as he began to thrust his hips toward her, moving his long, hard cock in and out of her.

Charles had awakened before she had; he'd watched her face as she was dreaming—her eyes moving back and forth under her lids, her body twitching slightly, and he heard her murmur softly, "No...don't leave me...!" so he'd wrapped his left arm around her a little tighter, and caressed her breasts. Then he heard her murmur his name and she turned her face toward him like she wanted to kiss him, so he leaned down and kissed her, and then she started to squirm her ass against him as she opened her eyes and moaned his name again.

Then she grasped his cock and guided him into her from behind, throwing her leg over his as he started to thrust in and out of her. He managed to move his right arm under her so he could caress both her breasts as he continued to thrust in and out of her. But he couldn't get very deep into her at this angle, so he pulled out of her and told her to roll over onto her hands and knees, which she did so eagerly. He sat up and moved onto his knees behind her and positioned his dick at her already dripping pussy.

Again, he went as slowly as he could, grasping her hips and sliding all 8 inches of his rock-hard dick into her soft, tight pussy—his head leaning back as he pushed his hips forward, groaning softly as every inch of him disappeared into her. Diana was groaning right along with him as her back arched, putting her pussy at a better angle for him to get deeper inside her. When he was fully buried in her, he grasped her hips a little tighter and ground his hips against her ass and said, "I've never been this deep inside a woman—does it feel as good to you as it does to me?"

Diana moaned, "Oh, yes! I can feel you deeper inside me than any other man has ever been! You so easily stimulate a place deep inside that gives me the most pleasurable orgasms I've ever had! Oooh! Just keep grinding against me like that...I can feel one coming on now...Oh, yeah! That's it...oooh! Oh, God! Aaaaggghhh!!!!" she wailed as she collapsed from her hands down onto her forearms, shoving her ass back against him as her pussy tightened on him and then started to throb.

Charles groaned when he felt her pussy tighten on his dick, and when it started to throb on him, he started thrusting quickly in and out of her to the rhythm of her throbs. He pulled out as he felt her pussy relax, and as she tightened again he would thrust into her; it was allowing him to only make short, shallow thrusts, but the sensation was incredible. It felt like her pussy was drawing him back into her as she pulsated on his inward thrusts. Then he noticed that the throbs of her pussy were not stopping, and she was starting to thrust herself against him harder, driving his dick all the way into her again as she continued to groan loudly.

Diana couldn't believe it—she was having one of those long, continuous orgasms again! John Wayne was the only other man who'd been able to do this to her; but Charles' long cock was easily able to stimulate that spot deep inside her that gives her these intense orgasms that roll through her body with wave after wave of liquid, hot pleasure. She slammed back onto his cock one last time and screamed as her entire pelvic area felt like it exploded with liquid heat...she could actually feel wetness flowing onto her thighs as her arms completely collapsed from under her and her face went into a pillow, muffling her scream.

Charles was just about to cum when Diana slammed onto his cock and screamed as her pussy squeezed his dick like a vise and he felt a pulse of wetness at the base of his shaft and on his pubic mound. Then he realized—Diana had cum so hard that she released a copious amount of liquid, enough to flow out of her and start leaking down her thighs. Charles' orgasm let loose as soon as Diana's pussy started to throb again, harder than he'd felt it yet, and he groaned loudly as he kept his dick buried inside her and just let her pussy squeeze the cum out of him—God, how he loved that feeling!

When their orgasms finally stopped, Charles slowly pulled back from Diana, his semi-turgid cock making a soft slurping sound and causing rivulets of cum to squeeze out and drip onto the sheet between them as he pulled out of her...he'd never seen so much cum streaming out of a woman! But then, he'd never believed he would be able to make a woman produce that much cum during an orgasm—Diana was a sexual dynamo and he was starting to worry whether he was going to be able to keep up with her appetite! He sure as hell was going to do his best and, so far, she had been keeping him turned on as much as he seemed to turn her on!

As soon as he pulled all the way out of her, Diana let her hips collapse to her left as she straightened out somewhat, rolling onto her left side, and turned her face to the right so it wasn't buried in the pillow any more. She took a deep breath and exhaled as she sighed loudly and looked at Charles as he flopped down next to her on his right side facing her; they couldn't help but grin widely at each other, and she said sexily, "Good morning, Mr. Richards."

"Yes, it is, Mrs. Richards," he replied just as sexily as their eyes smoldered at each other with remembered pleasure. His eyes traveled down her body as Diana stretched languorously and yawned, then he smiled and chuckled at what she did and said next.

As Diana stretched, she brought her legs together and felt the wetness between her thighs, and she frowned as she finished yawning and then winced as she said, "Ugh! I'm a mess! Look what you did to me!" as she spread her legs and indicated her slightly smeared thighs.

He stopped chuckling as he said provocatively, "Well, you made quite a mess of me, too!" as he indicated his own wet crotch. "So what should we do about this?" he asked with a hot look in his eyes, hoping she'd go for the suggestion he was going to offer. His eyes turned to flames when he heard her next comment and realized she was thinking the same thing he was.

Diana saw the look in his eyes when he asked her what they should do about them making a mess of each other, and she could tell he had something in mind already—she just hoped it was the same thing she was thinking. "I guess we could lick each other clean..." she purred sexily and saw the flames roar to life in his eyes and she knew he was thinking the same thing!

She was astounded when he scrambled up and rolled her onto her back and positioned himself over top of her with his crotch dangling just above her face, said something to the effect that this was what he called breakfast in bed, and he immediately dove his head down to start licking between her thighs. The only thing she could do in this position at the moment was grasp his thighs and spread them far enough so she could lift her head and lick his thighs and crotch where she could reach. She heard him moaning softly, but she didn't know if it was because he liked what she was doing to him or because of what he was doing to her. After a few minutes, she could feel his cock starting to grow and stiffen again so she could get some of it into her mouth, but she was starting to lose concentration because he had worked his tongue up her thighs and was now running it up and down her wet slit, with his mustache tickling her occasionally.

Charles couldn't help but groan at the smell and taste of the fluids that were leaking out of his wife's pussy; it was a mixture of both of their juices—her cum and his. It was lusty—the scent and taste of nothing but pure sex, and it made his blood boil and sent it surging to his dick. He growled deep in his throat as he felt her mouth wrapped around his dick as it hardened rapidly, and he heard her groan in response. He wasn't sure if her groan was because of what he was doing to her pussy with his tongue or because she felt him stiffen so rapidly in her mouth.

Diana groaned as she felt Charles' cock suddenly go from half-hard to full-length stiffness in just a few seconds and her pussy throbbed even harder as she felt the sudden urgency to feel him inside her again. She took her mouth off of his cock and pleaded throatily, "I need you inside me again...please!"

Charles growled again as he heard the desperation in her voice; he couldn't resist her when she pleaded with him like that. He gave one last lick and suck on her clit making her hips jerk involuntarily, then he turned around, moved between her legs and buried his dick inside her with one hard, fast thrust as they both groaned loudly.

Diana continued to groan, "Ohhhh, yes! Fuck me, Charles! Fuck me hard! Shove your beautiful, long cock into me as hard as you can! Oh, yesss! That feels soooo good...!" They continued to groan loudly as he pounded into her for several minutes, both of them watching the looks of lust and desire on their faces. Then she couldn't stay silent any longer; he was turning her on so badly and she needed to make him cum soon or he was going to wear her pussy out! "God, you handsome, sexy man...you make me so fucking hot! I love how you fuck me! Oh, yes, yes, yes...that's it! Faster! Oh, God...Oh, God...Oh, my Gawd....!!!!" She took a deep breath and wailed, "AAAAAAHHHHHH...!!!!" as she screamed from another powerful orgasm that flooded their crotches again.

Charles couldn't believe how she was responding to him! He just stared at her as she told him how good he made her feel, and then she groaned loudly as he continued to pound into her. He grunted with each hard thrust into her and then growled as he started thrusting faster when he felt an intense orgasm building because she started telling him lustfully how much he turned her on and how she loved the way he fucked her.

When she took a deep breath and started to wail as her pussy clamped on his dick again, he had no choice but to stay buried in her for a few seconds until her pussy released him enough to buck his hips into her several times as his orgasm roared through him and he let out a deeper, louder yell of, "AAAAAAHHHHHH...!!!" Then he collapsed on top of his heavily panting, sweaty, sexy new wife, as he panted just as heavily with a sheen of sweat coating his body as well.

Diana gasped at him that she couldn't breathe very well, so he lifted his upper body on his forearms so she'd have enough room to take deep breaths, and they stared at each other as they grinned and their chests heaved slowly. Diana reached up and stroked his cheek as she felt the whisker stubbles from the dark shadows of his beard starting to grow back. Then she traced her thumb along his lips and mustache and noted how his mustache felt softer. That's why it feels slightly ticklish sometimes when he's licking her pussy—his mustache serves nicely as a "tickler!"

She grinned wider as she told him that she likes how his mustache tickles her pussy when he licks her. Then she pulled him down for a lingering kiss, and she noticed how much she could smell herself on his mustache, so she told him that when the kiss ended. She chuckled when he curled his upper lip up toward his nose and took a deep whiff and then licked it with his tongue, grinned again and said his mustache was now his "flavor saver" for her. He said that once they had to get back to the real world and he had to go back to work, he could have breakfast in bed between her legs and then he'd be able to recall it all day long just by sniffing and licking his mustache.

Diana cracked up as she pictured him walking around all day sniffing at his mustache, while other people looked at him like he was crazy, wondering what the hell he was doing! She continued to chuckle softly as she said to him, "We've made a mess of each other again!" When she saw him start to grin suggestively like he was going to say they should "clean each other up again," she said, "Noooo...I'm getting hungry...for food...for real food! We can't live on this stuff! We need sustenance if we want to be able to keep doing this, you know! Now get off of me so we can call Room Service and order some breakfast! What time is it any way?"

Charles looked over at the clock on the bedside table and said, "It's almost 9:00. I guess it is time for breakfast! What would you like? I'll call Room Service while you go start the shower for us, OK?" She grinned and nodded, then told him what she wanted to eat—her usual—soft scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, fruit and some orange juice. He raised his eyebrows at her, thinking that was quite a breakfast for a woman as small as she—but then again, she'd had a lot of exercise over the past 10 hours, so he figured she probably needed that much sustenance to get her energy back. Come to think of it, so did he!

He lifted off of her and handed her the towel they'd used after their shower last night that she'd brought to the bed with them, and she wiped between her thighs and crotch just enough so she wouldn't drip on her way to the bathroom. She left the towel with him to wipe off a little while he sat on the side of the bed and called Room Service to place their breakfast order. He joined her in the shower a few minutes later and they carefully washed themselves, as if watching each other wash wasn't enough of a turn-on—they didn't need to make it any more difficult to keep their hands off each other!

They found 2 terrycloth robes folded neatly in paper wrappers on the bathroom vanity, so they put them on and then went out into the main room of the suite and started picking up their discarded clothing from last night. They tried to straighten them out as much as possible; they hung Charles' suit jacket and shirt on the hooks on the back of the door in the steamy bathroom and laid his trousers folded sideways and flat on the vanity to try to get the wrinkles out of them. Diana's dress was all right because it was made of a soft material that didn't wrinkle too badly from being left crumpled on the floor.

Her underwear was another matter; her bra and slip were OK, but her panties were a mess! They'd gotten so wet last night that the crotch was a little stiff now that they were dry! Diana chuckled as she took them into the bathroom and tried to rinse and wash the crotch out some so she could put them on later when they went down to the lobby to get some things they needed.

Room Service arrived a few minutes later, and when they sat down to eat, they both dug in like they were starving—which they were! Hot, hard sex really works up an appetite! They grinned at each other every so often as they noticed how heartily they were scarfing down their food. When they were done, they were both keenly aware that it had been a while since either of them had brushed their teeth; Diana's hair was a little tangled and tousled, but Charles' hair was fine once he ran his hands through it during their shower, wetting it down and straightening it out.

They decided they should go ahead and get dressed and head down to the lobby to buy some toiletries and perhaps a change of clothes for each of them. So they dressed, except Charles only put on his underwear, shirt and trousers, foregoing his jacket and tie—and Diana had to leave her underwear off because they were still wet and she didn't like they way the wet nylon clung to her skin. She felt funny as they walked to the elevator, walking out into a fairly public area with no underwear on—it made her feel slightly naughty, and she couldn't help grinning to herself.

Charles looked at her and saw a little devilish grin on her face as they were waiting for the elevator, and he knew what she was thinking; so he put his hand on her ass and caressed her softly as he said, "Feels kind of sexy and naughty to be wandering around without any underwear on, huh? Imagine what I could do to you while we're in the elevator if we're all alone!"

Diana gasped quietly as her pussy started to tingle when he said that and from his soft caresses on her ass. She looked up at him quickly and whispered, "Stop that! If you keep this up, I'll be so wet it'll run down my legs and I'll leave snail trails! That's not funny!" she growled quietly at him when he started laughing out loud. Luckily, his laughter made him drop his hand from her ass just as another couple came out of a room on the hallway and started heading for the elevator. As soon as the other couple walked up, the elevator signaled its arrival and the doors opened with no one else inside.

Diana breathed a sigh of relief that they wouldn't be alone on the elevator so he couldn't tease her worse and make her start dripping—she was already damp as it was! The first articles of clothing she would have to buy were more panties so she could keep switching them out as she soaked the crotches! That was the only thing that frustrated her about being this turned on by a man—she would have to get used to changing her underwear several times a day when she was around him!

When they got to the lobby, Charles and Diana headed into the general merchandise shop to buy some necessary toiletries—toothbrushes, toothpaste, a hairbrush and comb, some antiperspirant and deodorant and a razor and shaving cream. Then they headed over to a clothing store to look for some underwear and changes of clothing. Diana talked Charles into buying a pair of boxers to try on saying she thought boxers looked sexier on a man than briefs, so he agreed to try them and bought an extra pair of socks as well. She found a few pairs of the French-cut panties and showed them to Charles and he grinned and nodded as he imagined how they would look on her.

Then they wandered over to the casual clothing and looked around until they found a casual suit for Charles with a matching shirt, and a simple sleeveless, fitted dress with a jacket for Diana that would go with the shoes she was wearing. As they headed to the front of the store to check out, they had to pass through the evening wear section, and Charles saw a dress on a mannequin that made him stop in his tracks as he instantly pictured Diana in the dress. He felt like he'd seen the dress somewhere before; it was a halter-style dress in a shiny, cream-colored, satiny, pleated material, with a long skirt that had a rounded split up the middle of the front that looked like it ended just above the knees.