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An animal-loving bride
CHAPTER ONE
Her internal mechanism waking her up moments before the alarm was due to ring, lovely, petite Kate Hutch opened her pale hazel eyes and stared at the clock resting on the night stand beside her half of the bed. She watched as the second hand made another sweep, using the minute to bring herself to full consciousness before she drew one naked arm from the loving warmth of her blankets and pushed in the button, making sure that her husband, sleeping next to her was not disturbed.
She shivered slightly as she brought her arm back under the blankets, her fingers brushing lightly first against her satin-smooth flesh, and then against the muscular hardness of Mark's powerful body. She turned over lightly, making sure that he did not waken because of her movements, and allowed her eyes to fix on his handsome, rugged face. She couldn't hold back a face-splitting smile of total, unfettered love as she stared at him, watching him with his mouth slightly open, his breath rasping in a half snore, half hiss. A tear of happiness came to her eyes, and she bit on her lower lip, her cunt already seeping its warm lubrication as she anticipated the pleasures he would be bringing her in just a short time. Uuuuuummmmmm… It was all she could do to not think about how things had been with her before she married him less than a month ago, on the day after their graduation from college. Even though she had been dating him for almost a year at that point, she had never allowed him to go all the way with her. His hands would roam lightly, lovingly over the soft suppleness of her firm young body, dipping here and there, pressing against her sensitive, swollen breasts through her blouse or shirt, rubbing tightly against her vagina through her skirt or jeans, exciting her to no end. But she had remained steadfast in her desire to be a virgin when she married, and she had managed to uphold that promise to herself, keeping her hymen intact until that first satisfying thrust of her husband's thick cock up into the moist, hot depths of her vagina, tearing her maidenhood forever…
And making her see that she had been a fool for putting off such incredible pleasure until she was married. The delicious pleasure of having her vagina filled with the searing hardness of his cock until she was certain it would split at the seams… the indescribable bliss of feeling his mammoth shaft of lust-engorged flesh dragging across the throbbing little bud of her quiveringly excited clitoris… the amazement she experienced as she felt Mark's ballooned-cock swelling even more right before he flooded her pussy channel with the scalding river of his thick, creamy semen at the precise moment she washed her own cum juices around his deeply implanted cock…
Uuuuuummmmmm… She thought passionately as she rested her gaze on Mark's handsome face. As long as she lived, she knew she would be bathing in the sensuous after glow of her first fucking. And while she was just a little disappointed that she had put off receiving the pleasures of sex that were hers as a woman, she relished in the fact that her husband, her own Mark, was able to provide her with those pleasures again and again, just as he had for two solid weeks on their honeymoon. Even though they had flown from St. Paul to the west coast, they were hardly ever out of their hotel room. The days then had all seemed to blend into one tremendous orgasm as Mark taught her the pleasures of sex one step at a time. Things that Kate had thought were dirty or perverse were shown to her patiently by her husband. She remembered the initial revulsion she had felt as he trailed his lips lightly along the flat expanse of her belly, inching closer and closer to the flaming red triangle of her glistening cuntal mound, nibbling with his mouth at the stray wisps of hair at the base of her abdomen. She had tried to tell him that she did not want him to kiss her there, but before she got the words out of her mouth, he had sliced his tongue through the passion-flushed lips of her seething cunt, bringing her such pleasure that she was utterly speechless.
Then he had fucked her with his tongue, flashing the warm, damp organ in and out with such skill that she thought he had another cock coming out of his mouth. The exquisite pleasure she had felt as she orgasmed against his tightly pressed lips had been wonderful. There were no other words for it!
And then he suggested that she take his cock into her mouth, and again she had felt an initial wave of revulsion. She could remember the conversation word by word as she lay on her side, her hazel eyes gazing at the sleeping form of her husband.
"You… you mean… you want me to take… your… your cock in my mouth?"
"Do you love me?" he had asked patiently.
"Of course, but…"
"And do you trust me?"
"Yes, but…"
"I think you'll like it. What have you got to lose?"
And even though she was certain that she wouldn't like it, she decided that she would give it a try.
And was she ever pleasantly surprised, she reflected. She lashed out with her tiny pink tongue experimentally, and found that the sensation of her husband's cock was wonderful… different than anything she could think of. Eagerly, she experimented some more, ovalling her lips and inserting the hugely swollen, mushroom-shaped head of his penis into the warm wet cavern of her mouth shivering with the strangeness and deliciousness of the act. She swirled her tongue around and around the bloated shaft of her husband's penis, coating it totally with the heated wetness of her saliva. Then she moved her lips down to his scrotum, where his huge, sperm-filled balls hung loose and free. She cradled them in one palm while she stroked and squeezed with the other, never once taking her mouth away from her husband's towering rod of flesh.
And then she re-inserted his cock into her mouth, taking the hot shaft as deeply into her throat as was humanly possible, sucking and licking as through her very life depended on it, reveling in her new-found knowledge, and delighting when, finally, her husband ejaculated a river of sperm into her face, ballooning her cheeks and forcing her to swallow each precious drop lest she choke on the waves of cum flooding her gullet.
And there had been more during those two weeks… so much more than Kate was certain she would never tire of the memories. She remembered Mark taking her from behind… taking her as they both stood… sixty-nining…
But the greatest pleasure of all had been last night. Seeing that Mark was still sound asleep, Kate closed her eyes and allowed her mind to drift to the recent past, remembering everything that happened as though she was actually going through everything again.
They had just made the trip from the St. Paul airport to the apartment they were renting until Mark managed to find the type of house they were looking for. They were suffering from a little jet lag, although they had become used to the west coast time. Even though it was mid-night in St. Paul, their bodies were telling them that it was only ten in the evening, and they were still carrying over much of the exuberance brought about by their incredible two weeks.
Mark had laughingly carried her across the threshold of their apartment, and then set her down in the middle of the floor while he went back to collect their bags. As she stood and watched Mark hoist the four suitcases and bring them in, she had to chuckle. Two of them hadn't even been opened, since they had spent so much time naked with each other. It was a Sunday evening. Mark would have to be going to work the next day, and Kate would start her life as a housewife. She and Mark had talked about the possibility of her getting a job, but at the moment, there were a number of things that had to be done, and Kate was going to use her spare time to get those things organized.
As she watched Mark bringing in their baggage, she could sense that the honeymoon was almost over… Almost but not quite. There was still one more night left, and she was determined that she was going to make the best of what was left.
"Whew… these things are really heavy," Mark breathed, setting them down on the inside of the door. "Next time we go on a honeymoon, suppose we take about half these things."