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An Animal- Living Bride
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her husband had finally reached a breaking point, and, as Siegfried's long
thick tongue shot out, this time to bury itself up inside her soft vaginal
opening, seeming to send a million tiny fire-tipped needles searing
through her aroused body, she knew that she couldn't help herself. It
would serve Mark right if he came home and found her being licked by a dog
while their neighbor watched. In fact, the whole idea of Mark actually
seeing her like that would probably teach him a lesson.
Somehow, with her mind now made up, she found the strength to tear
her blouse from her chest, popping all the buttons in her haste to get
naked. She didn't care that a near stranger was watching her doing this.
She didn't care that a dog was giving her such incredible pleasure. All
that mattered was the pleasure itself, and she was going to take full
advantage of it, come what may.
Her full, sensuous breasts spilled to either side as they were freed
from their confining garment, and before she could find the side zipper of
her skirt the dog's darting pink tongue flickered over her still-covered
loins once again, taking the breath from her lungs. She drew her legs up
and spread them, letting the bottom hem of her skirt ride all the way up
to her waist, completely exposing her panty-covered pussy to the dog's
skillfully lashing tongue. Was this actually happening? she thought to
herself. Could this be real, and not just a strange dream? Again and
again she thought that the very least she could do was ask Martin to
leave. No one but her parents and her husband had ever seen her naked!
But her body would not listen to the reasoning of her mind. This was
the pleasure that had been denied her all day ... the pleasure she had so
desperately wanted, that had been so cruelly withheld from her by her
husband. What difference did it make that Martin would see her??
By the time these thoughts had sorted themselves out in her mind, she
had already found the zipper of her skirt, and she pulled it down,
spreading the garment out beneath her, panting as though she had just
broken the world record for running the mile. And even though Siegfried's
body was in the way, she still managed to hoist her firm buttocks up off
the couch cushions.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh ..." she moaned in soul-satisfying relief as she
stretched her now completely naked body out on the couch, letting the
curling, dipping, thrusting tongue take total control over her body,
lapping molten fire into her pussy with each loving stroke. Yes! Yes!
Why bother to fight it? she finally thought. She had wanted something
like this all day. She had even prevented herself from fingering her body
so that she would be all the more ready for her husband, and he had just
walked out. And Martin certainly didn't seem like the kind of person who
would think this was wrong or depraved.
"Oooohhhh ... ooohhh ..." she heard her voice moan. "Do it do me!
Lick me! Lick my cunt ... my cunt ... Oooohhh ... make me cum ...!" The
last of her resistance gone, Kate's hips started a slow grinding up toward
the dog's pleasure-giving tongue, thrusting her steaming cunt tightly
against his long snout, her heels digging into the couch beneath to give
her more leverage. Out and in, out and in, the long thick tongue flashed
wetly. Kate lifted her head and watched with passion-glazed eyes as
Siegfried licked her skillfully, starting down at her tiny little anus,
gliding hotly over the quivering mouth of her vagina, splaying aside her
fever-pink cunt-lips and slicing through the soft moist flesh to finally
rasp maddeningly across her erect, budding clitoris.
Martin smiled and watched as Siegfried licked tirelessly, happily at
the soft, red hair-fringed treasures spread so wantonly before him. He
knew that Siegfried was savoring the hot musky taste and odors, and was
trying to slip his tongue as far as he could up into Kate's fluttering
pussy mouth. The handsome animal looked and acted happy, and even though
he had broken training, Martin would forgive him this one transgression.
Kate seemed to have gone crazy beneath the slavering animal.
Continuous choking mewls of abandoned pleasure streamed from her half-
parted lips and her buttocks churned wildly on the couch, lashed into a
frenzy by the long tongue slicing deep into her most secret parts.
Flailing, thrashing, moaning, the completely conquered woman twisted
beneath the animal-lover in wanton acceptance, welcoming his long pink
tongue in her innermost depths, totally lost in the ecstasy which was
washing away the frustration her husband had caused her.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh ... aaaaaaaahhhhhhaaahhhhh ..." she chanted
mindlessly, each moaning utterance matching a burning swipe of Siegfried's
wildly flicking tongue. She knew that she was going to cum, that nothing
could hold her back now. A throbbing force had taken possession of her
belly, just waiting for the moment when it would sweep over her entire
body, making her a helpless puppet, pulled by the age-old strings of
culminating passion. She had never known anything like this ... not even
with her husband! This was so wonderful ... so totally, wickedly
wonderful ...!
The gasping young wife's eyes opened to stare at the ceiling, and she
felt as though she were floating up to it. The force inside her belly was
growing relentlessly, stretching itself thinner and thinner with each
wonderful swipe Siegfried made with his glorious tongue, seeming to fill
her belly with a shuddering tension that would have to burst or split her
wide open.
Then suddenly, the orgasm that had been denied her by her husband
exploded through her like fireworks, searing her insides with white-hot
bolts of pure energy ... pure and unfettered passion! A long low wailing
moan hissed from her throat and her screaming loins thrust upward one last
time as her legs held her whole body rigid in an attitude of shuddering
tension.
She couldn't move beyond that. She just held there, the cords in her
slender neck standing out sharply against the translucent white skin while
the incredible explosion went on deep up inside her spasming body. It was
an endless moment of climaxing for the young red-head, without time or
special reference, just going on and on in a kind of silent explosion that
swept away every thought from her mind.
When it was finally over, Kate's whole body went limp as if someone
had cut her strings, and she rolled off the couch onto the floor in a
gasping heap. She lay on her belly for what seemed like an eternity,
letting the pleasant little after-shocks of her orgasm ripple through her.
It was a long time before she could even begin to think.
Still on the couch, Siegfried looked at her. He liked licking her
seething little pussy. It had been moist and hot and very, very sweet,
and he wondered if something was wrong with the woman as she lay moaning
softly on the floor. He lowered his furry head and sniffed the air,
trying to pick up the scent of something wrong. There was nothing but the
heady aroma of her passion fluids still dripping from her quivering
vaginal flanges. He whined once, and then looked to Martin, waiting for
further instructions. While he had been licking Kate, his long animal
penis had emerged from its furry sheath, and he could feel a dull ache in
his dog-balls, letting him know that, if everything was all right, he
wanted to fuck the lovely red-head.
But at this point, Martin was hardly concerned with what Siegfried
wanted. In the back of his mind, he knew that Siegfried would be
disappointed, but he also knew that his chance to relieve the ache in his
animal loins would come a little later, when he was alone with Niven.
'Let him think that this is some sort of punishment for not waiting for
the signal,' Martin thought. At least then, he won't be doing something
like that without being told again. Secretly, he was glad that Siegfried
had not waited, for now Martin had Kate right where he wanted her ...
naked and still weak from her orgasm. The young man knew there was
probably nothing Kate wouldn't do now, and that was very much to his
liking. Helping her was one thing, but he might just as well help himself
as well. And that was just what he was going to do.
Taking several steps to the quivering naked young wife, he bent down,
his eyes fixed on the luscious flesh of her firm ass-cheeks. His cock was
really throbbing, as it had been ever since Kate had completely lost
control of herself and ripped her blouse from her. Even though she was
laying on her belly, flattening out the roundness of her full, eye-
pleasing breasts, she still looked lovely, and Martin was damned if he was
going to leave without getting a piece of her.
Slowly, lightly, his hands reached out and rested on the warm
softness of her left buttock. He opened his hand and spread his fingers,
caressingly kneading the dough-like skin there, delighting in its satiny
smoothness. Again he opened his hand, closed his fingers, squeezing and
kneading the resilient flesh of her ass.
At first, Kate seemed to be oblivious to what he was doing there.
Still lost in the throes of her orgasm, his light massaging seemed to
merely in crease the strength of the aftershocks, prolonging the
delightful ripples waving through her passion-spent belly. Then, as
Martin placed his other hand on her other ass-cheek and inserted his
thumbs in the cum-moistened hairless crevice, Kate began to come back to
life.
"Uuuuuuuuuummmm ..." she moaned as she felt her buttocks spread
almost lovingly, allowing the cool air of the room to blast against her
tight brown anus.
"How do you feel?" Martin asked, almost as an after thought.
"Uuuuuummmm ... love it ..." Kate moaned, still caught in the
soothing grip of her cunt-licking. She felt wonderful ... blissful ...
peaceful ... more so than she could ever remember feeling on her
honeymoon, and it was the totality of the feeling that made it impossible
for her to try and put the feeling into words.
"Thought so," Martin said, grinning broadly to himself. "That
Siegfried is really something, isn't he?"
"Uuuuummmmm hhhuuuuuummmmm ..." He was doing something to her behind
there, working his fingers on her buttocks, and she liked it. She wasn't
sure what he was doing, but she hoped that he kept it up. The feeling of
his fingers in her rear crevice. This was something new to her, a feeling
so totally new that she was caught up in the spell of the act, moving
gracefully from the orgasm she had experienced from the cunt licking she
had received to a strange and exciting re-arousal. Everything was
happening so quickly that she had no time to think that this was not her
husband who was working his fingers into the nakedness of her ass.
"Tell me something," Martin said, his voice totally devoid of
emotion. "Have you ever been fucked in the ass?"
Kate wasn't certain that she had heard him correctly. She would have
sworn that he'd just asked her if she had ever been fucked in the ass.
That was ridiculous. She had never even heard of something like that. It
sounded like it would really hurt.
Rather than try and think of what he was asking her though, she
allowed herself to wallow in the delightfulness that his buttock-caressing
was bringing her.
"Uuuuuuummmmm ..." she moaned, as though she were in a half sleep and
didn't want to wake up fully.
Martin smiled. He would have broken out into a laugh, but he knew
that would break the spell he was bringing her.
"Does that mean yes or no?" he asked playfully.
"Uuuuuuuuuummmmmmm ..." Kate moaned again. She was only vaguely
aware that someone was speaking to her, and she wished the annoying voice
would stop so she could fully enjoy the ass-squeezing she was getting.
"Well!! ... I wouldn't worry about it," Martin said, pressing down
just a little harder with his hands into the warm, dough-like flesh of her
ass. "I think it's about time someone did fuck you in the ass, and as I
look around, I don't see anyone fit for the job but me."
Inserting his thumbs again into the cum-smeared valley between her
buttocks, he pulled her ass-cheeks apart again, looking intently at the
tiny puckered hole of her tight little anus. He could see it shrivel up
against the cool air, and he knew that there, if no where else, she was
still a virgin. Her rectum looked as cherry as could be, and while he
didn't like fucking virgins all that much, he would make an exception in
this case. If things were working according to plan, Mark would see him
doing that. He wondered what her husband would think when he saw his wife
being fucked in the ass. He'd probably blow his stack. That would be a
lot of fun.
He held Kate's buttocks apart with the fingers of one hand while he
trailed his middle finger of the other lightly up and down her still
palpitating vaginal slit, lubricating it in the remnants of cum that
Siegfried had brought about. Then he rested his finger lightly against
the puckered brown hole, waited a moment.
And pushed against it, letting his finger slide as deeply as he could
in one thrust.
Kate was suddenly wrenched from her dream-like state and cast into
the world of painful reality. She had never expected anything like this,
and the swiftness of it took her completely by surprise. She stiffened
her entire body as a wave of pain engulfed her, and she opened her mouth
to scream.
No sound came out, though. The only sound she heard was her own
voice crying out in her mind, making her think that she was screaming.
She gasped then, her breath rasping between her teeth and filling her
lungs ...
And then the pain was gone! Just as suddenly as it had appeared,
making her think that a red-hot poker had been forced up her ass, her
rectal muscles accommodated themselves to the thick invader of Martin's
finger, and she was left with the strangely wonderful sensation of a man's
finger in her ass.
When he began to pull it out, she actually experienced a feeling of
regret, and this time, when he thrust it in again, she relaxed her ass
muscles, letting the finger slide in painlessly. It was ... it was
something like when Mark thrust his finger up her ass while she was being
fucked in her cunt, and ...
But this wasn't Mark doing this to her. This wasn't her husband!!!!!
This was a man she had met only an hour ago!!!!! And his was sticking his
finger into her nakedly squirming ass!!!!!
But what bothered her the most was the fact that she actually liked
it! She enjoyed the fact that she was being caressed and massaged nakedly
by a man who was not her husband. The mere thought that Martin was just a
neighbor who she hardly knew titillated her. For all she knew, he could
be a mass murderer hiding out from the police. Well ... If Mark wasn't
going to fuck her when she wanted him to, then he would just have to
expect that that some one else would step in and take his place. The
honeymoon is over, Mark, she thought to herself. I wanted you and you
didn't want me. You deserve nothing less than to have some stranger fuck
me!
Her thoughts were broken as Martin jammed his finger in further up
the tight crevice of her ass, making it wider, stretching it. This time,
Kate couldn't help but scream out in pain.
" AAAAAAAGGGG GGHHHHHH ..."
The shrillness of her yelling actually frightened Martin some. He
knew she would be tight there, but the last thing he wanted to do was hurt
her. Maybe he had been wrong to think that he could fuck her there, and
he began to pull his finger out.
"No ... no ... no ... keep it there ... keep it there ..." Kate
wailed out. No matter how much it hurt, she was going to have his finger
in her ass. She knew that once the pain went away, it would feel good.
It had before, and it would again.
And even as she thought this, the pain began to evaporate, leaving
her once more with the delight of having her ass filled and stretched.
Martin shrugged his shoulders and continued. Hell, as long as she
didn't seem to mind, he was going to go through with it, and this time he
wasn't going to stop no matter how much she screamed. He remembered then
the first time he had fucked a woman in the ass ... how she had screamed
and thrashed for a little while until her rectum stretched enough to
itself to the thickness of his massive organ. Kate's back-passage would
do the same. She might not know what kind of blinding pain she was in
for, but he was certain that as long as he continued fucking her there,
she would come around.
He rammed and prodded his finger into her shuddering passage, sending
stinging shafts of pain through Kate's body for a moment, which were
followed by the delightful sensation of his finger there. She caught
herself, determined that she would go through with this. Having her cunt
licked by the dog had been something she never thought she would like.
Why not go on and try to learn something new again? Even as she stiffened
her body to remain in place, Martin held her firmly. While his one hand
and finger was stretching her ass, he used his other hand to remove his
clothes. He was a master of getting his clothes off under all sorts of
situations, and using one hand was as easy for him as using two ...
especially when the hand that was not free was fingering the ass of a
woman as lovely as Kate Hutch. That was an added incentive, making his
free hand move like a blur.
In no time he had removed his shirt and pants, letting the thick,
long shaft of his painfully erect penis spring free, the head blunt and
round, the tiny slit at the end already seeping a clear drop of thick,
heated pre-cum.
While he continued to prepare her ever-widening ass-hole with one
hand, he stroked the loose foreskin of his mammoth penis slowly back and
forth, making his distended, blood-engorged shaft all the harder and
anxious for the tight warmth of Kate's anus.
He knelt behind her, his body arching triumphantly. His thick,
swollen penis, throbbing with excitement, stood erect and arched like his
body! She's almost ready, he thought to himself. Just a couple of
seconds more.
Kate felt the hard rubbery head of his cock exploring her from
behind. It was poised at the head of her anal passage like a hot log,
ready to plunge into her. And then she realized that he had not been
joking in the least bit.
HE WAS REALLY GOING TO FUCK HER THERE ... IN HER ASS!!!!
"Martin ... Martin ... please ... Martin ..." she moaned as the
realization finally dawned on her. She hadn't seen his cock, but judging
from what it felt like nestled between the soft warm cheeks of her
quivering ass, it was huge ... massive! She would have a hard time taking
it into her cunt, let alone her ass. Certainly she had bitten off more
than she could chew.
But Martin was not going to be stopped now. With a sudden lunge, he
plunged the thick gorged rod of his cock into her tight virgin anus. It
drove forward with a jerk that sent Kate's body thrusting forward.
Again her mouth opened to cry, and again nothing came out ... just
the mental voice making her think she was screaming. But if screaming
itself is a release, so is its illusion, and as the voice inside her mind
died down, so did the pain in her ass, and she found that she was able to
take at least as much of the lust-engorged shaft as he had already
inserted.
In her most secret thoughts, she had never thought that anything like
this could happen to anyone, let alone herself, yet here she was, ready,
willing, and as able as she would ever be to take the penis of a total
stranger up into her rectal passage. The mere thought that Mark might
come home this very moment and see her like this, totally naked with a
naked man behind her, his hands on her hips and his long thick cock
inching slowly but surely up into her bowels made her feel giddy with
wickedness. She began to pray that her husband would come home ... not so
he could prevent Martin from sodomizing her, but so that he could watch.
This was a way she should have thought of to get back at her husband for
walking out on her in the morning. It was the perfect way ... the only
way, and her only regret was that she had not actually thought of it
herself. She may have been a virgin when she was married, but Mark had
shown her the pleasures of sex. If he didn't want to continue giving her
those pleasures, she had every right to seek them elsewhere!
Martin was totally unaware of the chain of thoughts running through
Kate's mind. He really didn't care very much what she thought actually.
If things worked out, it wouldn't make any difference anyway. He looked
down at her tightly resisting ass-hole, wishing that he had reamed his
cock several times in the seething slit of her cum-soaked vagina to
lubricate the towering tree-like shaft of his penis, but it was too late
for that now. He grunted, pushing his long, hot penis further and further
into the tense throbbing interior.
"Relax that ass ... come on ... Loosen it up," he commanded, making
his voice as harsh as he could, hoping that he could shock her enough to
make it a little easier on her. He felt her trying to comply.
"Oooooohhhhhh ... AAAAAAHHHHH ..." she moaned, pushing back onto the
searing rod stretching her anal muscles ahead of the blunt head. She felt
his fingers digging into her hips, gripping the tender whiteness of her
flesh to keep her as steady as possible. She reveled in it. She wanted
to feel as much of his cock up her ass as she could. She had never
dreamed that it would feel like this. With each inch he drove into her,
she felt another stab of pain, and as soon as she thought she would never
be able to stand it, the pain vanished.
"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!" she wailed out as the last little bit of his
long thick cock was finally buried up inside her wide-stretched ass, and
she gritted her teeth, determined that she was strong enough to wait out
the rush of pain that went shooting the length of her spine. She could do
it! She could do it! She clenched her eyes shut and gritted her teeth,
sweat forming on her forehead and running down her face.
Martin began to fuck her slowly in and out then, each thrust further
widening the straining elastic channel and easing his entry.
"Getting better ... getting better ..." Martin said softly, noting
that her ass was now almost as easy to fuck as her cunt would have been
... easier, but tighter, and all the better for that.
He could feel his passion rising as he thought of fucking this naked
woman in the ass. Shit! Hadn't she been teasing him ever since he'd
walked in the apartment? Never once had she said that she was a married
woman. If things got really tight, he could always use that as a defense.
He chuckled to himself. These newly-weds were all alike. No matter
who tells them what, they think the whole world is supposed to be a long
honeymoon. Well, Kate could see now that there was reality to live. He
moved into her more quickly now, increasing the speed and depth of his
penetrations. His sperm-heavy, hairy balls dangled freely below his
blood-swollen cock, swinging up in a great arch to slap at the tender
moist slit of her recently dog-licked cuntal slit, increasing the river of
cum that had been there before. His testicles hitting her vaginal slit
actually splashed some of her vaginal lubrication on his penis, making the
towering shaft more slippery.
Kate was besieged with conflicting emotions and sensations. On one
hand, she felt as if she were being torn to shreds by the hot, poker-like
shaft of his cock. He pumped his hips back and forth ... back and forth
like a machine, driving his penis in and out of her like a piston of that
machine ... fitting and refitting his loins against the fleshy cheeks of
her ass, pressing his bulbous cock head as far up into her rectal depths
as he could.
But on the other hand, as the pain slowly subsided, she found that as
long as she yielded to the sensations streaming through her body, it was
delightful ... more than delightful. She could feel the beginnings of a
new orgasm starting in her recently satiated belly, and a new excitement
began to ripple throughout her. She felt as if she were melting, as if
her entire being were being bathed in voluptuous waves of pleasure that
replaced the pain, making her actions seem delicious -- ooooooh so
delicious.
Nothing was going to stop Martin now. He rammed and shoved and
fucked deeply into her ass, lust and excitement surging through him. His
body was covered with sweat, and the musky odor of his sweat and her
cuntal fluids drove him on. His straining, battering rod was like the
steel piston of a train, chugging back and forth, deeper and deeper.
Siegfried, noticing the increasing aroma of Kate's rising passion,
slowly walked over to where Martin was fucking deeply into her ass. He
sniffed with his nose, hoping that he, too, might get a chance to relieve
the ache that licking her pussy had created in his animal loins.
"Beat it, dog," Martin said harshly. "Get the fuck out of here."
Shit! Siegfried had already has his share. Martin had to share Niven
with the great animal often enough. This time he was going to have a
fucking all to himself.
Returning all his attention to Kate, Martin grinned almost
sadistically. His powerful body was sweating, tense, alive with
excitement. He increased his tempo and plunged his stalwart penis still
deeper into her heaving, shuddering passage! He rammed back and forth,
driven now with wild, unimaginable sensuality.
Kate received his iron-like blows with a gasping ecstasy. Suddenly
it was happening for her. She could feel herself getting caught up in a
swirling, boiling vortex of excitement. She felt extraordinary thrills
surging through her loins, her body steaming with heightened passion and
sensuality. She would have thought that after the orgasm she had received
from Siegfried's licking, she wouldn't be able to cum for a week, but
there was no doubt about it. She was going to cum. She was actually
going to cum ... and she could tell this climax would be as great as the
last one ...
Chapter 4
If there was one thing about Martin, Niven reflected as she followed
Mark down the hall, it was that he really seemed to know people. Mark
took the elevator and Niven, not wanting to appear too obvious, took the
stairs. She, like Martin, was getting caught up in the adventure of the
thing, and she playfully stalked Mark as though she were a spy and he were
a counter spy.
Something good was going to come out of this, she realized as soon as
she caught her first glimpse of the man. Through the walls of the
apartment, his voice had sounded rich and masculine, and he looked every
bit as handsome as he sounded. Just following him made her vagina tingle,
and she was really glad that she had met up with a person like Martin.
Who else would include her in a plan where all she had to do was what she
did best ... fuck a man? Martin had instructed her to lay it on Mark
thick and heavy, and she knew right off that she wasn't going to hold
back.
True to Martin's suspicions, Mark went straight to the bar across the
street from the apartment building. Niven had been there several times
herself, just to get out of the apartment. She was hardly bothered at all
by the "21 years or older" sign in the window. She had learned that as
long as she acted as though she knew what to do, no one suspected that she
was well under age. Her mannerisms and attitudes made people believe that
she was a good deal older than sixteen, and she wasn't about to set them
any wiser.
It was the dinner hour, and as such, the bar was nearly empty. Two
men were sitting at a window table, sipping on their glasses of beer, and
two other men were busy at the pool table near the back. None of them
paid any attention to Mark or Niven as they entered.
Still unaware that he was being followed, Mark took a stool right at
the bar. His mind was reeling with thousands of thoughts, none of which
made any sense or had any connection. He couldn't believe what had
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