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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.
forward and planted his towering penis half-way up the wet, slippery
channel of her naked, seething pussy.
" Uuuuuuuuuu ggggg hhhhhhh mmmmmm ... oooooooo hhhhhhh ..." Niven
moaned as she felt her cuntal passage flowering open to accept his deep
thrust. He continued to slide forward, feeling the soft willing walls of
her vagina slip around his engorged penis like a wet, velvet glove, until
he finally hit bottom, the hard rubbery head of his cock touching the
sensitive membrane of her cervix, and his contracting balls wedging neatly
beneath the whitely rounded spheres of her backside.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh ... ooooooohhhhh ..." Niven sighed again, feeling
replete with his masculinity, completely impaled on his lust-inflated
penis. She could feel the crisp dark curls of his pubic thatch tickling
the soft skin of her ass, and she knew that he had sunk every millimeter
of his cock in her depths. She knew she had been right to go through so
much trouble to get him to fuck her. The feeling of his penis in her cunt
from behind like this was sheer bliss, and to think ... he lived right
next door. She could have him any time she wanted. The near wicked
sordidness of having an affair with a married man who lived less than
twenty feet from here really appealed to her. It was a liberating
feeling, and Niven had liberated herself a long time ago!
Slowly, Mark began to withdraw, easing his bloated shaft out of her
soft welcoming depths, until just the head was wedged between the
resilient moons of her buttocks, before ramming forward again, almost
overturning Niven with the strength of his thrust.
"... Ooooooo gggggg hhhhhhh nnnn . ." she gasped again, "that's
lovely ... ooohhh ... that's beautiful ... lovely ..."
Mark began to move his heavy penis inside her, rotating it gently,
feeling the responsive throb of her inner pussy walls as she flexed her
supple interior muscles with a clearly practiced ease. Her cuntal muscles
began a milking, rhythmic contraction and squeezing, until he felt that he
would explode in her at any moment from the delicious pressure.
He began to saw in and out of her, loving the way she thrust back
against him as he plunged to enter, and thrilling to the way she tightened
as he pulled out. Not even his own wife, his own sexual creation, had
been this skillful, and Mark felt himself possessing a new and vibrant
vitality. He had lost none of his own skill ... a skill that had made him
very popular with a lot of women at his college before he had met Kate.
His hands reached forward to squeeze the ripe melons of her breasts
hanging enticingly from her gently undulating body. He rubbed the
hardening buds of her nipples, running them between his fingers, making
her shriek with pleasure. In the back of his mind, something warned him
that his wife would be able to hear her shrieking, and think that
something was happening to her, but he quickly put that thought out of his
mind. There was no way his wife could possibly know that he was fucking
Niven. There was no one in the entire world for the cheating newly
married young husband for Niven now. No one ... NO ONE could possibly
derive as much pleasure from fucking as Niven was right now, and her
enthusiasm was transmitted to him, making him experience more pleasure
than he would have dreamed possible.
The heated pressure in his body was building up to a fever pitch, and
his furiously deep pumping increased in velocity. Their bodies were
bucking soundly against each other, jerking and twisting and gyrating and
merging as one.
"God ... Niven ... that's it ... fuck back ... fuck back hard ...
move that ass of yours ..." he gasped, his face a sweating mask of lust
and passion, his head flailing from side to side.
"Oooohhh ... you .. . feel ... soooooooo gooooooooodddd ... inside
... me ...!" Niven panted, her body cavorting with paroxysms of pleasure.
"I'm going to cum ... I'm cumming ... cumming ... almost there ... there
... I'm ... I 'm ... there ... AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
And Niven was cumming, her buttocks waving like a flag in the wind,
the force of her spasms jerking his penis unbearably. Her mouth was
uttering incoherent mumbles, and her shrieks were as wild and unabashed as
the rest of her vibrant way of thinking, but Mark didn't have time to
consider any of this, because he was cumming too. A deep, harsh strangled
moan escaped his throat as he pounded his hips against Niven's thrashing
buttocks with the power of a jackhammer, and he moaned again and again as
he felt the first rumblings of his seething sperm escape the darkness of
his balls and rush headlong like molten lava into the depths of her
milking vagina. Stream after stream, like a flooding unending river,
entered her cunt from the throbbing tube of his penis, filling the hot,
slippery canal of her thirsting pussy.
"Keep ... fucking ... back ... fuck back ... fuck back!" he hissed,
his voice hoarse with the lust he felt. Finally, though, it was all over
for him, and he noticed, with disappointment, the last dregs of his cum-
juice being drained from him. Finally he was satiated, and they lay
against each other, his penis deflated and flaccid, both panting, their
commingled juices flowing from Niven's pussy lips and staining the carpet
below her.
As he lay there, Mark found that he was now able to think clearly ...
more clearly than he had been able since he had walked out of his next-
door apartment. All his frustration and lust had been spent, allowing his
mind to dwell on what had just taken place.
MY GOD! I'VE JUST FUCKED ANOTHER WOMAN ... A WOMAN WHO IS NOT MY
WIFE!!!
Even though he realized that she had all but raped him, he knew that
he should have managed to keep himself under control. When he had made
his marriage vows, he had truly meant them, and here, at the first chance
he had had, he had merely cast them aside in favor of a few moments of
pleasure. No matter how seductive Niven had been, there was no real
reason for him to weaken as he had. He had married his wife because he
loved her, and trying to hide from their problems by running out, getting
drunk and fucking another woman wouldn't solve anything.
In fact, since Niven was his next-door neighbor, it would only make
things worse. Meeting this lovely young blonde woman again was
inevitable, and he wondered how he could look her in the face. She had
been nothing but a vent for his lust. That was all she was to him, and he
didn't know how he would be able to tell her that ... not after what they
had just done!
He heard Niven stirring next to him, getting her strength back before
he did.
"Are you always this quiet after you fuck?" she asked, lifting her
naked body up and looking down at him. There was a playful smile on her
face, as though she didn't take any of this seriously.
Mark opened his eyes and looked up at her, his face no longer
contorted with conflict or arousal, but wrinkled with worry ... and a
sense of guilt.
"There ... there's something I have to tell you," he said, his voice
barely above a whisper. Now that his mind was cleared, he was actually
afraid that his wife would hear him through the walls.
"Ooohhh ... do you have a disease?" she asked, her voice sounding
strangely child-like. For the first time since he had met her, Mark
wasn't certain about her age. At first, she had acted and carried herself
as though she was his age ... college age.
But now he wasn't so sure. She seemed ... younger ... much younger!
"Uuuuhhh ... no. No, Niven, this might come as a shock to you ..."
"But you live in this very building?"
Mark opened his mouth in shock. Niven smiled teasingly, remembering
that Martin had told her to keep Mark off balance as much as she could
without telling him everything.
"How ... how did ... how did you know?"
Something wasn't right. It hadn't really occurred to him before, but
things had fallen into place just a little too easily. Niven had come
into the bar right behind him, and she had acted as though he were just
more than a casual pick up for her. There had been other men in the bar,
but Niven had singled him out. This had all the smell of a set up ... but
who ...? Why ...?
"Lucky guess, love," she said, enjoying the conflict that was evident
in his face. She came to a standing position and held herself over him as
he remained on the floor. Like most people, Mark felt a little funny now
about being naked in front of a near stranger, especially since he had
just fucked her. But Niven was prancing around as though she were wearing
a nun's habit. Clothes or no clothes were both the same to her, and it
placed her in the superior position of command, as she had been all
evening.
"I could make some other guesses about you that would really turn
that nice brown hair white," she said teasingly as she picked up her glass
from where she had set it and began sipping on it.
"Like what?" Mark was getting a little pissed. She was too cock-sure
of herself ... knowing something that he didn't.
"Well ... I'll bet you live right there," she said, pointing to the
wall that separated his apartment from hers.
Mark stiffened.
"And I'll guess ... you're a newly-wed, and you and your wife have
been having a few problems. Hard day at the office indeed."
She was acting as though she were leading him on to something, and
Mark finally came to a standing position. He was going to find out what
was happening here. He walked threateningly toward Niven, rage beginning
to form in his eyes.
"And I would guess that your wife isn't alone right now," she said,
timing her information perfectly. Mark stopped dead in his tracks, his
teeth gritting. She was playing games with him, and he didn't like games.
He liked everything up front so he could deal with it on a rational level.
"Suppose you tell me just what you mean by that," he seethed between
his teeth. His hands were clenching and unclenching in tight little
balls, and Niven's coy, child-like smile wasn't helping him any.
"I ... uh ... I don't exactly live alone," Niven said with a flourish
of her hands around the apartment. "I have ... shall we say, a lover?
Martin, and he's a really nice man."
"Yeah ... So?"
"So he's not here at the moment, and I don't think he'll be back for
a while. But he's not too far away. Right next door in fact. You really
shouldn't go away and leave your wife without fucking her when she really
wants you."
Mark could feel his blood starting to boil. The innuendoes she was
making her having a powerful effect on him. He reached out to her, but
she moved cat-like away from him, his hands grabbing empty air where her
throat had been. Niven wasn't frightened, but she sensed that she had to
top off Martin's plan fast before Mark lost all rational control.
"You can't really blame her, after what you just did to me," she
said, calmly, evenly, softly.
Again Mark stopped. Visions passed through his mind ... visions of
Niven sitting next to him in the bar ... of him coming to her apartment
with her, trying to make himself believe that nothing was going to happen.
He could see that he had just been fooling himself. If he didn't want
anything to happen ... if he hadn't really wanted to fuck her, he would
have just told her to get lost.
And there was another vision in his mind now ... his wife, her naked
body, her long legs spread wide, her cunt throbbing and eager ...
That vision made him see red before his eyes, and he took a
threatening step toward Niven, who slowly walked to the door of her
apartment.
"You're lying," he said, hoping that, by saying that, he could
believe it. Even now, he wasn't sure but that he was being teased and led
on for some strange reason.
"Could be," she said, shrugging her naked, softly rounded shoulders.
"But suppose we go take a look."
And with that she opened the door to her apartment and slipped into
the hall. Mark stopped at the door, watching her walk the short length to
his own apartment. She stood at his door and looked at him.
"This is your place, I believe," she said, chuckling when Mark,
uncaring that he was as naked as she was, moved with determination through
the hall.
"Get away from there," he said roughly, pushing her aside. He flung
the door of his apartment open, and stepped inside ...
Only to halt himself just in the door-way.
There were two people right there in the middle of the floor ... two
naked people ...
AND ONE OF THEM WAS HIS WIFE!
SHE WAS RESTING ON HER HANDS AND KNEES, WHILE SOME TOTAL STRANGER WAS
FUCKING HIS LONG THICK COCK IN AND OUT OF HER ASS!!!
Mark couldn't believe that Kate would actually allow another man to
touch her, let alone fuck her in her rectum. This had to be a dream ...
some sort of joke. That couldn't be his wife there! She had to be an
impostor ... an actress hired by Niven and that creep behind her for some
reason.
"Oooohhh ... fuck me in the ass hard ... hard," Kate moaned, so
wrapped up in her impending orgasm that she failed to notice her husband
standing some three feet from her.
"Looks like I was pretty good on the guessing," Niven chortled into
Mark's ear.
"Shut up, slut," Mark said, too many things happening all at once for
him to know what to do. He turned around to strike at Niven, more out of
frustration than hatred, but his hand motion was stopped by the high-
pitched wail of his wife crouching on the floor of his apartment.
"Ooooohhhh ... I'm cumming ... I'm cumming ... NOW ... NOW ... NOW!!!
CCCC UUUU MMMMM IIII NNN GGGG!!!"
Mark spun around just in time to see her body flailing and thrashing,
and he was seized by a powerful determination to rush into his apartment
and beat the living shit out of both his wife and that creep behind her.
But he couldn't move, so total was his shock, and he stared with
hate-glazed eyes as the man behind Kate increased the speed of his pumping
into her ass, his hips moving so fast that to Mark's liquor-dimmed mind
they were but a blur.
As she cried out, Martin could feel his own body responding to her
orgasm. He felt the white hot sperm gathering and surging in his
throbbing balls, welling up like a churning seed!
He was cumming too!
"AAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!" he cried, feeling himself almost ready to
shoot his mighty load like a canon into her hot steaming anus.
"OOOOOOOHHHHHH ... HERE IT COMES!!!"
He was seized by convulsive spasms as his bulging, blood-gorged cock
shot the torrent of searing, white hot cum deep into her. She could feel
the boiling, surging river enter her like molten steel, streaming into her
loins and seeming to spread out through her entire exploding body. On and
on it came, a never ending rocket-load of turbulent jism. Martin could
feel it streaming through his long penis and gushing through the rubbery
head of his cock.
"Ooooohhhhhh ... YYYYYEEEEESSS ...!!!" Kate moaned. The sensation of
having a man's semen in her ass was strange and exciting, and as it went
stinging through her stretched rectal walls, her throbbing cunt secreted
its own thick fluids as she responded to his wild moans and cries.
Still standing at the door, Mark could no longer stand the sight of
another man fucking his wife ... especially in her ass ... a place where
he himself had not placed his cock.
Forgetting that he was naked ... that Niven was also naked ... Mark
emitted a low, threatening snarl and stepped into his apartment, walking
quickly toward the man who was sodomizing his wife.
"You fucking ass hole," he said, his hands moving up to grip Martin's
throat. "I ought to ..."
And the room was shattered by a low animal growl, and Mark felt the
blood leave his face as he saw the massive German shepherd slowly, but
surely, placing himself within striking range of his naked body.
Chapter 5
The force of her second orgasm was just too much for Kate, and as she
collapsed forward onto the floor, she allowed her head to turn to one side
and her mind to drift to some ethereal plane. Dimly, she heard voices
buzzing around her, occasionally punctuated by the growl of an angry-
sounding dog, but she felt so wonderful that nothing mattered to her. She
lay on her heaving belly, panting to catch her breath, totally unaware
that her husband had entered the' room and was followed by a lovely naked
woman.
But if Kate was completely out of it, Martin was in complete command
of his faculties. Mark's initial entrance had startled him, but with
Siegfried coming to his aid, the young black-haired man quickly gathered
his thoughts. He could see that every part of his plan had worked
perfectly. Niven's lush, naked body was still carrying the warm afterglow
of her recent fucking with Mark, and she gave her lover a little wink.
"Well, looks like the husband has finally found out that he can't
take his wife for granted," Martin said, coming to a standing position and
reaching down to pet Siegfried. He smiled as he watched Mark's fear-
filled face stare at the still growling dog. "Don't tell me you're
surprised that your wife let other guys fuck her to get those things she
really wants."
Mark was having just a little trouble collecting his thoughts. The
shock of seeing his wife being fucked in the ass by a total stranger ...
the nagging feeling that he had been set up ... played for a patsy by the
lovely blonde girl who had picked him up in the bar ... the threatening
massive beast that was in his apartment ... everything was making it hard
for him to think.
"I, uh, believe you were going to tell me what you ought to do,"
Martin said, staring directly into Mark's eyes and waiting for him to come
around.
Mark was finally able to take his gaze away from the dog when he
could tell that the huge beast was under Martin's control.
"I ought to break your neck," he said in a low, seething voice.
"Just who the hell do you think you are, coming in here and fucking my
wife?"
"Will you listen to him," Martin said, smiling at Niven. "He wants
to know what right I have fucking his wife." Then, turning his glance
back to Mark, he said, "Listen, jerk, don't you stand there with your cock
hanging loose next to my naked woman and ask me about my rights. You're a
married man. Suppose you tell your wife just what you and Niven were
doing in my apartment. Playing strip poker?"
Mark clenched his teeth. He didn't care at that point about the dog.
He was going to wring the kid's neck, and no dog was going to stop him.
"Kate," Martin said, moving his foot to the moaning redhead's cum-
smeared buttocks and jiggling her. "I think it's time you woke up. You
have a visitor."
"Uuuuummmm?"
"Come on, my good woman. Your husband has come home to say hello."
Hearing that brought Kate immediately to her senses, and she lifted
her head, her eyes wide open.
"MARK!" she said, her pretty face flushing a bright crimson. How
could she face her husband after all she had been through.
Her mouth dropped open when she saw that he was as naked as she was!
What the hell is going on here? she asked herself.
"You fucking little slut," Mark said in a cold, hate-filled voice.
"The minute my back is turned, you put out for this creep here. "I never
dreamed that you were nothing but a whore. I'll bet if we lived here long
enough, you'd fuck every man in the building but me."
"Hold on there, buddy-boy," Martin said. "She gave you first crack
at her pussy. You didn't want it, so don't go blaming her."
"You keep out of this," Mark snapped. "What happens between my wife
and me is none of your fucking business."
"You two children woke me up this morning with your yelling," Martin
said casually, shrugging his shoulders. "I like to get a good night's
sleep and you ruined it. That pisses me off, so I decided to do something
about it."
"Mark ... why are you naked?" Kate asked, seeing that there were four
people in the room, and all of them were naked. She didn't like the idea
that Mark was accusing her of being a slut when he himself looked like he
had just fucked another woman.
And that thought really hit Kate! How could he refuse to fuck her,
his wife, and still find the time to fuck ... fuck a child, for God's
sake. That blonde girl didn't look a day over sixteen!
"That's none of your business," Mark snapped.
"It's every bit my business," Kate snapped back, pulling herself up
and glaring at her husband. "You wouldn't fuck me this morning because
you said you didn't have any time. You were soooooo tired this afternoon.
All you wanted to do was have a drink and forget about the day. So tell
me ... Why are you naked now?"
All the tension in the room was really getting to Siegfried. He
couldn't tell who he should be protecting from whom. He recognized his
lovely mistress standing naked next to some man who was yelling at the
woman whose cunt he had just licked, and the great dog decided that the
strange man was the enemy of everyone else. He sat down next to Martin
and kept his eyes fixed on Mark.
"Well ... come on, love," Niven said as she walked around from behind
Mark and stood next to Siegfried. "Why don't you tell her where your
clothes are? Why don't you tell her how you just ripped them off because
you couldn't wait to get into my hot little pussy? Why don't you tell her
how you fucked me with that big cock of yours."
"Come on, Mark," Martin taunted. "It's been so long for her that I'm
sure she's forgotten."
And then Kate took a position next to Niven, and the three of them,
plus Siegfried, were all staring at him. Mark couldn't believe that he
was all alone. Was there no sanity in the world? Was everyone against
him? Didn't anybody understand?
"I'll tell you something, Niven," Martin said after a moment of
silence. "I've never seen such children as these two, and I've seen some
pretty stupid people doing some pretty stupid things."
"And I'll tell you something lover," Niven said almost
absentmindedly. "Mark really fucks pretty good. I would think that Kate
could hold off for his cock. I really can't blame her for weakening to
Siegfried. She did weaken, I gather."
"Are you kidding? All he did was touch his tongue to her cunt and
she was off and running."
"MARTIN!" Kate was shocked. Up to this point, she had been feeling
very self-righteous. Twice her husband had walked out on her after she
had tried her best, and seeing him naked with another woman had made the
young wife feel totally justified that she had let Martin fuck her in the
ass. But now her husband knew about how she had let Siegfried lick her to
orgasm.
"You mean ... you and ... and that dog ..." Mark couldn't believe
that his wife would actually do something like that. What had happened to
that meek, almost shy woman he had married?
"Oh, knock it off, will you?" Martin said, his voice betraying a
great deal of boredom. "You and that wife of yours love each other.
Otherwise, the two of you wouldn't be so shocked by what the other did.
Niven and I set this whole thing up. I figured that the two of you needed
a little outside help, for God's sake. I was right. Now don't go pissing
everything away by worrying about what happened less than an hour ago.
The time has come for the two of you to make up."
"After what she did ..." Mark started.
"After what he did ..." Kate said at the same time.
"Mark ... why don't you just suck your wife's cunt?" Martin
suggested. "I have a sneaking suspicion that if you gave her what she
really wants, you won't have anything to worry about with her fucking all
the men in the building."
Both husband and wife were shocked by the blatancy of his words.
"You mean ... right here ... now ...? Suck my wife's pussy ... with
everyone watching?"
"That's exactly what I mean," Martin said." I set this whole thing
up because I wanted to see the two of you get back together, and I'm not
going to leave until that happens. Of course, if you don't want to supply
your wife with the fucking she needs, I'd be more than willing to stand in
for you."
Martin meant every word of that. He never bluffed, and to prove it,
he reached out and ran his hand lightly over Kate's right breast, letting
his fingers open and close around the succulent flesh of her passion-
swelling orb.
"You keep your hands off her," Mark said quickly. "I ... I can take
care of my own wife."
"Then prove it," Martin said. "Get down and suck her. This I have
to see."
Kate and Mark looked at each other, not exactly knowing how to start.
Mark had licked Kate's cunt before, on the honeymoon. But that had been
when they were all alone in the hotel room. Doing something like that
with so many people watching ...
"Get down on the floor, Kate," Martin instructed. "Make it a little
easier for him. Shit, woman, you were complaining that he didn't fuck
you. What the hell are you waiting for?"
"Well ... there's you and ..."
"Just do it and quit bitching," Niven said, looking at Mark for a
moment and then returning her attention to Siegfried, who was watching the
proceedings attentively. There were two naked women in the room, and his
sense of smell could tell that both of them were aroused. He wondered
which one he would get a chance to fuck!
Seeing that there was really nothing to stop her, Kate took the
incentive. She lowered herself and stretched out languorously on the
floor, her soft round buttocks digging into the rug, her arms stretched
high above her head. Mark fell to his knees beside her, and after
regarding her for a moment, he let his hands begin to roam hotly over her
exposed body. He felt like such a fool for running out on her like he
had. The more he thought about it, the more sense Martin made. Why
shouldn't he lick his wife's cunt with other people watching? It was
pretty obvious that there were no secrets among the little gathering, not
after all he had seen. In a moment, he managed to mold his wife's body
into twitching desire.
Kate felt spasmodic jolts of pleasure ripple through her as the air
of the room played over her feverish flesh. She felt Mark's strong hands
close over her buttocks from underneath, then slip up to her thighs,
drawing them apart, lifting up the plane of her pubis like a lascivious
chalice. His fingertips slid freely into the red jungle of her cuntal
mound, and he wormed them into her willing vagina, sending her into
further spasms of delight. She was responding to him, her whole body
twisting and jerking as he teased her lovingly between her wide-spread
thighs. It suddenly made no difference that there were two other people
in the room. She had her husband back, and that was all that mattered.
Changing his approach, Mark withdrew his hands, then slowly, gently,
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