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An Animal- Living Bride
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
happened in his apartment. He would have thought Kate could at least
listen to him. His day at the office had been sheer hell, and all he had
wanted to do was just sit down and not have to hear anyone talking for a
good long time.
Instead, Kate had lit into him right away, complaining that he hadn't
called, complaining that he had caused her to ruin dinner. If the rest of
his marriage was going to be like this, he knew that he had better end it
right away, before he lost his mind all together. The honeymoon had been
one thing, but he could see now that Kate was not the woman he had thought
her to be. Fucking her during a vacation was one thing, but trying to
make a life with her ...
Whew! She was really a child in so many ways!
"What'll it be, Buddy?" the bartender asked.
"Scotch, straight up. Make it a double," Mark answered in a tired
voice. He knew he was already drunk, and the only thought on his mind was
that he wanted to get more drunk. Damn Kate anyway.
"I'll have a gin and tonic," Niven said as she took a stool on the
right side of Mark. The bar tender looked at her carefully. She didn't
quite look the legal age, but he shrugged his shoulders. Hell, a buck was
a buck, and things were tight without turning away someone who was buying.
The sign in the window affected him about as much as a sunny day in
California.
Niven took her drink and turned to face Mark fully. She smiled when
she saw that he was so wrapped up in his drink that he didn't even notice
that she had sat next to him.
"You look pretty down in the dumps, friend," she said teasingly,
sipping lightly on her drink.
Mark looked up and around, his head stopping when his eyes met hers.
Then he narrowed his eyes and gazed deeply at the total sensuality that
seemed to drip from every pore of this girl.
"I'm Niven Mandel," she told him, feeling a little giddy at her
ability to be straight forward. "You look like you could use a friend
right now, and the bar tender doesn't look like your type."
Mark managed to keep his face bland and expressionless, though
inside, he was shocked. Since he had started dating Kate in college, he
had pretty much stayed away from other women. He could tell a pick-up
when he saw one, though, and this nice looking piece was really coming on
strong. She was arching her back in such a way as to nearly brush her
full, rounded breasts against his arm, and he dropped his eyes away from
her pretty face to gaze at her sensuous spheres. She looked as though she
were dressed to kill. She was wearing a short jacket over her faded work-
shirt, and both the jacket and shirt were open just enough for him to see
half her delightful-looking cleavage. Her shirt was tucked into old, soft
jeans, so tight that, as she sat, the material followed the roundness of
her slim thighs all the way up to her cunt. A fast glance, even in his
slightly drunken condition, revealed that the cloth was creased along her
pussy slit, and he wasn't sure, but it looked as though he could see a
dark stain there. Uuuummmm ... this is one hot little cunt!
"Yeah ... well ... things got a little rough at the office," he said,
not exactly wanting to talk to her, but not wanting to offend her either.
Just looking at her was really nice, and if he weren't a married man, he
would have said something different.
"Things are tough all over," Niven said, leaning forward a little and
inwardly smiling as she noticed that his eyes were blatantly resting on
her breasts, dwelling in this increased view of her deep-fleshed cleavage.
For the first time in his life, Mark found that he didn't know what
to say to a woman ... especially one who was really coming on to him like
this. His first thought that he should just tell her he was married
really seemed like the wrong thing. Besides, he doubted that it would
make any difference to her. Women who pick men up in bars really didn't
give a shit if they were married or not.
"Hey, handsome," Niven said, smiling sweetly, "you gonna let me talk
to a stranger? I mean, I don't even know your name."
"Uuuummmmm? Oooohhh ... excuse me. It's Mark ... Mark Hutch."
"Mark huh? That's a good strong name ... for a strong man."
She gave a little wink that made Mark flush from under his collar.
At the other end of the bar, the bar tender was taking a great interest in
what was happening. This chick didn't waste any time, he thought. Hell,
it would be really nice to have her come into the place more often.
Someone like her would really bring in a lot of frustrated husbands.
Niven was having the time of her life. Mark was almost like putty in
her hands, and she could tell that he was really starting to come apart at
the seams. She finished her drink in one gulp and set her glass down on
the counter. Mark was rolling his own drink nervously in one hand,
wondering if he should continue along with this little game or just forget
the whole thing. He reminded himself that he was married, and even though
Kate had caused him to leave the apartment, he had to take her into
consideration.
"Gonna buy me a drink, handsome?" Niven asked in a low, throaty
voice.
Mark felt his penis spasm for the first time ... then spasm again!
What the hell? he thought to himself. Kate was really being a child
about life. Maybe she deserved to see that she couldn't take him for
granted. After the way she had treated him, she deserved to have him at
least toy with the idea of fucking another woman. That would show her
good.
"Sure," Mark told her. He signaled the tender to re-fill Niven's
glass.
"Suppose you tell about how tough things get at the office," Niven
said, seeing that Mark was a little too flushed to say much of anything.
Mark smiled, feeling more and more comfortable. He took a healthy
pull of his own drink, gazing at the lovely woman sitting next to him over
the top of his glass. The warmth of his Scotch filtered through his whole
body, and his mental image of Kate vanished from his mind.
"Oooohhh ... the usual story. Boss thinks I'm not intelligent enough
to think for myself. Hovered over me all day like a mother hen. And of
course, he's a complete ass."
"Of course," Niven agreed sweetly, making her eyes sparkle as she
turned up one corner of her mouth. She dropped her eyes away from Mark's
rugged looking face to see that his cock had swollen and was tenting the
cloth of his pants. For a moment, she lost her composure at the massive
size of it. God! No wonder Kate wanted it so badly! It looked huge, and
in a flash, she pictured herself with her legs spread wide, Mark's thick
penis fucking in and out of her like a hard driving machine. She could
feel her vagina tingle, and she knew that she had to have that cock in
her. Shit, she didn't care anymore about Martin's plan. Getting Mark to
fuck her was all that mattered to her now.
"You know," Niven said, holding her glass on the counter, taking her
hands away from her chest and offering Mark a totally unhindered view of
her shirt-covered breast mounds. "Talking here is really not as much fun
as it could be."
"Hmmmmmm?" Mark was still lost in the trance her totally shameless
beauty cast over his slightly liquor dimmed mind.
"Well ... I don't live too far from here. Right across the street,
as a matter of fact. Suppose we take a little walk and get to know each
other a little better."
"Across the street?" Mark said, blinking his eyes several times to
clear his head. That was really nice. There was only one apartment
building on the whole block, and it would be nice to have this cunt living
right in his own building. That would really give Kate something to think
about.
"Sure. Come on," Niven said, slipping from her stool. "I feel a lot
more comfortable in my own place."
She started to walk out the door, and Mark, after finishing his
drink, hurried after her. The bar tender watched them with increasing
interest. That blonde pussy really knew how to get what she wanted,
almost as though she had been planning this. If there was anything the
bartender liked, it was women who knew what they wanted and weren't afraid
to go out and get it. Women's Lib had done some pretty stupid things, but
thank God for things like that!
Mark followed behind Niven, watching her ass sway from side to side.
Her hips moved with incredible grace, and her jeans, so tight that they
looked as though they were painted on, moved with her. He focused on the
delightful-looking crack of her firm-fleshed buttocks, seeing that they
were firm and hard. In the back of his mind he remembered that he was a
married man and should just tell this cunt that. With all the problems he
was having with Kate, he sensed that the last thing he needed to do was
add to them. He even toyed with the idea that he would just go to Niven's
apartment and talk. In fact, as they entered the building, he had
convinced himself that that was exactly what was going to happen. He
would just talk to her. She seemed like the kind of person who would
understand what had happened to him. He wondered if he had told her that
he was married, but he couldn't remember. Well, he would just start off
the conversation by telling her that his wife didn't understand him. At
least then, she would see that he was married, and would know why he
wouldn't fuck her.
God! His cock was spasming again. He stood next to her in the
elevator, not noticing which button she had pushed. While she didn't have
her arm around him, she was still standing so close to him that she seemed
to want to blend into his body. The softness and warmth of her flesh was
clearly transmitted to him through her several layers of clothing, making
him wish that he wasn't married. Yes, fucking her would be really
something.
He was shocked when the elevator doors opened and he found that he
was on his own floor. A wave of guilt washed over him, and he nervously
looked down both ends of the halls, checking to see if his wife was out.
She wasn't, but he could almost feel her presence as he walked past his
apartment door.
His shock and guilt increased when he noticed that Niven had stopped
at the door right next to his own. Having her live in the same building
was nice ... but right next door? For a moment he thought that perhaps he
should just tell her to forget the whole thing. He was about to when she
opened up her door and motioned him in.
"Just make yourself at home," she said, setting her keys down on a
small table. "Can I get you something to drink? It's cheaper here than
across the street, and a lot nicer."
"Niven ..." Mark said, smiling, trying to say something that would
make her realize that things had gone a little too far already. If he
weren't so close to his own apartment, he wouldn't have felt so jumpy, but
this was too much of a coincidence. Having a nice looking ready to fuck
woman like Niven just on the other side of his walls was really asking for
trouble, and while Mark didn't mind excitement, this was really stretching
things far. Kate would definitely find out about Niven. There was no way
he would be able to hide anything he did. Better to cut it off right here
and now.
But Niven either didn't hear him or didn't want to. Mark took a seat
on her couch and watched her as she went into the kitchen to pour the both
of them a drink. Just looking at her move in her cat-like way weakened
his resolve, and he decided that he would just play the thing out. After
all, she could come on to him all she wanted, but he was certain that he
could resist.
His cock was really painfully swollen in his pants, and he knew that
once he had bowed out gracefully from this situation, he would swallow all
his pride and fuck the living daylights out of Kate. At least then, maybe
things would work out between them. That had been the cause of their
problems ... his thinking that he didn't have enough time to fuck her this
morning. He almost laughed as he thought of what his wife would say if
she caught him fucking another woman after what had happened today.
"What's so funny, love?" Niven said as she took a seat next to him on
the couch. Mark was pleasantly drunk, and thinking about his wife had
occupied his mind enough so that he hadn't really paid too much attention
to Niven's leaning forward.
"Oooohhh ... nothing," he told her as he took the drink she offered.
Niven sipped on hers and decided that things were moving just a
little too slow. Martin had told her that being the least bit subtle was
totally unnecessary. He had told her to pull all the stops and not worry
about the consequences. Up to this point she had been keeping to the form
and playing the game, but Mark was in her apartment now, and he appeared
to be just a little apprehensive. She sensed that he was also slightly
uncomfortable being so close to his own apartment, even though for some
reason he hadn't told her that he lived right next door. There was no way
he could know that she already knew that, so she assumed that he was just
waiting for a good time to tell her.
And she wasn't going to let him do that. She had been on the attack
ever since she had sat next to him in the bar, and she wasn't going to let
up now.
The slightly drunk husband drank from his glass, feeling as though he
were regaining control of himself. Now that he was so close to his own
apartment, he could tell Niven that this little game had to come to an
end. Damn, he thought to himself. If only she lived on another street.
Having the proverbial "other woman" not only living in the same building
but living in the next apartment was really asking for trouble. The time
had come to level with Niven here and now.
But as this thought flashed to his mind, he found himself staring at
the beaming face of Niven, at the all-encompassing sex that seemed to drip
from every inch of her luscious skin, the full rich softness of her firm,
high breasts. Shit! He'd like to tweak her nipples into erection, take
each one in his mouth and roll it around and around with his tongue.
Again he felt his cock jerk into sudden, instant hardness, as though
it were alive, straining for release from its cloth prison. He sighed
deeply, taking a deep breath to tell Niven that she was really a nice
person, but that he didn't want to do anything ... well, tell her that he
couldn't do anything. His eyes went to Niven's face.
She was looking directly at the bulge in his pants.
"Uuuuuummmmmm ... I like a man who has an erection like that," she
said, knowing that she would shock him so much that he wouldn't have a
chance to think.
She was right. Mark's mouth fell nearly to the floor!
"I ... I ... I ..." he stammered, feeling his face turning a beet
red.
"I'll bet you want to put that big hard cock in me, don't you," she
breathed. "You want to put that cock of yours right between my legs and
fuck me, right?"
"Jesus," Mark hissed, feeling his strength leave him. Her timing was
perfect. He could hear his mental voice telling her that something like
that was out of the question, but he couldn't make the words form in his
mouth. He could have handled her if she had just made the suggestion that
they go to bed or something, but the graphic blatantness of her words took
all the wind out of him. He had never been seduced like that, and her
words threw him completely off balance. His balls began to ache from the
presence of quickly gathering sperm. He needed to do something. He
needed to fuck, and even though his wife was so close to him, he couldn't
find the strength to just get up and leave. Niven's lovely round face
held him to his seat as securely as if he had been chained.
The young blonde girl leaned close to him, and he could feel her hot
breath on his cheek, like the scorching air from a branding iron. She
touched his knee lightly, and her fingers seemed to burn him through the
cloth. "Well, love?" she asked with raised eye-brows. "Wouldn't you like
to fuck me?"
"Niven ... there 's something ... something ..." he tried to tell her
that he was married, but she broke in.
"My cunt's on fire right this minute, and the only thing that will
make it feel better is a big, hard cock. A big hard cock like this one."
And with that she reached out and touched his pulsating, cloth-
encased penis!
The young husband nearly leapt off the couch to the electric reaction
of her fingers on his swollen, throbbing member. Niven cooed softly as
she lightly traced her fingers along its searing length. She inched her
hips closer to his, pressing her breasts lightly against his arm. Then
she leaned over and found his jaw line with her lips, tracing a pattern
upward along her cheek. Her fiery pointed tongue lashed out like a whip
against his skin, freezing Mark in his sitting position while her hand
pressed harder down in his greatly swollen penis.
"Niven ... I ... we ... this ... you don't understand ..."
His words were barely audible, and Niven ignored them completely.
Obviously Mark didn't suspect that, in not fucking his wife when he had
the chance, he too was more ready and eager to relieve himself.
"You want to fuck me, don't you?" Niven asked in a mesmeric voice.
"You want to fuck me, and I want to fuck you too. Why do you think you're
here?"
Mark thought quickly. He really hadn't wanted to fuck her, he
decided. He had just wanted someone to be with, and she had made herself
available. He wanted to tell her that, hoping that she would believe it.
"You want to fuck me ... you want to fuck me ... you want to fuck me
..." she droned on, moving her hand over and over along his painfully
throbbing cock, punctuating her words.
"No ... no ... I can't ... I ... Christ, yes ... yes ..."
Mark couldn't help himself. In the back of his mind, he could see
his wife watching him, but he put her out of his thoughts as he twisted
his head and found Niven's lips with his own. The young blonde squealed
her delight as her hand moved faster and faster along his turgid shaft,
and she sucked and nibbled at his tongue, swirling her own around and
around in his mouth, keeping up her attack by darting her tongue into his
mouth and them withdrawing it in the rhythm of fucking with her remaining
the aggressor. Without thinking, Mark's hand moved slowly up along the
smooth side of Niven's body and pressed against her left breast, his
fingers squeezing and kneading the soft, hot pliant flesh, then dipping
inside her shirt to unbutton the garment and draw it away, exposing one
naked breast with its lust-hard nipple and dark pink aureole. He could
feel the wetness from the seminal fluid which had seeped from the gland at
the hard tip of his cock as she continued to massage him through his
pants.
Then, suddenly, with his fingers kneading the soft resilient flesh of
her round, firm breast and his massive erect cock jerking nearly out of
control, the full impact of what he was doing blasted into his mind.
Christ! There was no way Kate wouldn't know what he had done! She
would find out! She really wasn't all that stupid! Living next to the
woman he was fucking instead of his wife was just foolishness!
He pulled himself desperately from Niven, yanking his mouth away from
hers and turning his body away from here so that her hand left his bulging
cock. His face was flushed with his desperate attempt to regain control
over himself. He averted his eyes from the lovely blonde woman.
"What's the matter?" she asked coyly. "Don't tell me ... let me
guess. You're a married man, and you're worried about what your wife
might think."
Mark opened his mouth. He was going to say something like that, and
he was certain that, now that at least part of the truth was out, she
would understand and just let him leave. He started to add that he was
her next-door neighbor, but she smiled at him the way she had been smiling
all evening ... coyly, seductively, teasingly.
"I'd say you don't have much of a wife if you were sitting all alone
in a bar after a hard day at the office," she observed. "Besides, I've
felt enough of that nice penis of yours to know that there's plenty of you
to go around."
"No ..." he said, his throat dry and rasping, "I can't. Kate would
... I mean ..."
"I don't care about your wife, and neither should you. I just want
you to fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me ..."
"NO!" he shouted, a surge of strength rushing through him, enabling
him to jump from the couch. His heart was hammering in his chest, and he
was aware that his cock was still seeping hot droplets of pre-cum into his
pants. He started walking to the door, seeing that he had to get away.
There was no way he could make this woman understand everything. Not now!
Maybe tomorrow he would be able to talk to her.
He was half-way across the room when he heard the low, throaty voice
of Niven calling him.
"Where are you going, Big Fellow?"
He turned around to tell her that he was her neighbor, his last ditch
effort to make her see how impossible this whole thing was, but when he
saw her, his words froze in his throat.
Niven had quickly shed her clothes, and was presenting him with a
totally shameless view of her naked body.
If Mark had thought before that she was lovely, he could see that he
had underestimated her. Niven had tossed her shirt to the other side of
the room and was standing in the puddle of her jeans with her legs spread
wide apart, her head and shoulders pulled back, her hands knuckled at him,
her mouth parted and her tiny pink tongue playing a peek-a-boo between her
lush, full lips. The moist, petal-like, golden fringed flanges of her
cunt were presented lustfully, unabashedly, to his eyes, and the yellow
triangle of her cuntal mound glistened with the thick drops of moisture
that had seeped out from between her pussy lips. Her high, smoothly
rounded breasts quivered with an internal vibration, the nipples hard and
distended. Her shamelessly slim thighs were moist with the flowing juices
of her passion-flowered vaginal opening.
"Now ... why are you standing there? I want you to come here and
fuck me."
"Niven ..." was all he could say. His mind, already slowed with his
drinking, refused to form a coherent train of thought, and he could only
stare at her. His cock began its maddening pulsations again.
Slowly, deliberately, Niven lowered her hands, her eyes sparkling
with her seething passion, and pressed her fingertips to her golden
curling pubic mound, slowly inching her hands up along her inner thighs,
her fingers glistening as they became coated with the river of moisture
that was washing from her cuntal sluice. When her hands reached the pink,
hotly throbbing slit between her legs, she placed the thumb and forefinger
of one hand on either side of the soft, shining lips and spread them
apart, revealing the fully hardened bud of her trembling clitoris to the
young husband's lust-ridden gaze. With her other forefinger, she traced
up her cuntal slit until she made contact with the quivering, blood-hard
bud. She tweaked at it, increasing the flow of her cuntal lubrication
down her inner thighs, making them sheen as though they had been carefully
polished. Then her middle finger went lower until it poised at the lips
of her vagina, then slipped easily inside all the way to the palm of her
hand. She pulled it out slowly, and re-inserted it. pulled it out ...
slid it in, finger-fucking herself with glazed-eyed abandon. Her hand
moved faster and faster, her finger sliding in and out of her pussy
sheath, causing her hips to roll and twist with the shivers of delight she
was bringing to herself. Then she began to talk to Mark again, making her
voice as seductive and hypnotic as she could.
"My finger is not as nice as your cock, love. I want to feel your
cock in my cunt. I can feel my fingers anytime, and I know my hand isn't
as nice as your big, hard, hot penis."
Mark had known some pretty forward women, but no one that was that
blatant. Her words lashed his mind into a swirling frenzy that made
thought impossible. Christ! He didn't know why she was so eager for him,
but it was too late to think about that now. He had to have her. His
will to remain faithful to his wife vanished. He only knew the wild,
burning heat in his pulsing cock and his balls. This seething cunt in
front of him ... DAMN! He was going to fuck her all right. There had
never been any doubt that she wanted it, and now she was going to get it!
As though making this decision took all his worries away, Mark walked
to her, his hands outstretched, his fingers ready to feel the soft
smoothness of her flesh.
When she saw that he was coming to her, she stopped her finger
fucking. Martin had told her that she might have to resort to something
drastic like this. Not that she had minded very much. She moved her cum-
soaked hand up to him and began unbuttoning his shirt as she strained
forward, loving the way his hands were instantly playing with the lust-
swollen orbs of her breasts. She slipped her fingers inside his shirt to
tangle with the hairs on his chest, then slipped them further down to
unzipper his fly, gasping with delight like a child with a new toy as his
frenzied cock leapt into view, already turgid with arousal and passion.
"Uuuuuummmmmmm ... I can hardly wait ..." Niven moaned, her body
swaying with ecstasy as she gave herself to Mark's caresses. She knew she
had won over him, and she was going to reap the harvest of Martin's
carefully laid plan.
Mark couldn't think of anything but the warm succulent body offered
to him ... literally thrown at him. Having given in to the demands that
his cock had been making on him made it possible for him to truly enjoy
the total sex she possessed. His boss, his job, and especially his wife
... all his worries slid off his shoulders as he sank to the floor, soft
with the thickness of the wall to wall carpet, the teasing young blonde
neighbor clasped securely in his arms.
He felt himself taking possession of her, and he covered her luscious
body with hot, eager kisses, feeling his cock swell and grow as it bobbed
between his legs. His hands were searching, probing between the slender
columns of her pulsing pussy, caressing the velvety folds with passionate
hunger, noting how moist her vagina was, her lubricants seeping out of her
tantalizing cuntal orifice.
Her hands reached down and circled the thick circumference of his
throbbing cock, pressuring it tightly, sending shudders of raw pleasure
searing up and down the length of his back, exciting him beyond belief.
SHIT! He could tell right away that this woman would know how to fuck!
There was the hot, soft invitation of her delectable young cunt, pink
and fragile, the petal-shaped opening glistening a chiffony rose,
surmounted by the reddish tip of her already excitedly rising little
clitoris, and framed by the shimmering yellow halo of silky, tightly
kinked curls. He couldn't wait much longer. Her finger-fucking had
aroused him almost to the point of cumming, and he wanted more than
anything to ram his heavy, blood-laden penis home in her tight little
cunt. Nothing was going to stop him now.
"Oooooohhhhhh ... Fuck me from the back," Niven pleaded suddenly,
turning over abruptly on her belly and presenting him the milk-white orbs
of her firm, hard ass-cheeks. Instinctively, his hands went out and
kneaded the pliant flesh, grasping her firmly by the hips and raising her
up until she was on her knees. His eyes stared hypnotized at the
tantalizing globes, smooth and pear-shaped without flaw, and unerringly,
he guided the thick shaft of his cock towards the faint glimmer of moist
flesh visible below the graceful curve of her ass.
In her mind, this was almost the same as being fucked by Siegfried,
and all the more thrilling to Niven for that. She did as she would have
done with her beloved dog ... reached back and grabbed his hardened penis
in her slender fingers to guide it toward the twitching entrance of her
hungry cunt. Mark, his hands digging into the soft, resilient dough of
her buttocks, could stand it no longer, and with a heave, he slammed
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