Harrison was getting nervous. This was going to be the first time that he was going to get something that had real live hair, and was hot and wet, and hopefully eager, and, even more hopefully, virgin.
Who was he kidding?
Shit, Harrison knew that his bride was a virgin.
Hell, to be elected the most popular couple in 1963 you had to be virgin to be popular.
So he knew Marina, his bride of three hours, was just as virgin as he was because he was just as popular as she.
Marina was in the bathroom, acting the part of the shy virgin bride. Tears were running down her face as she looked in the mirror – they were tern of love and doubt and confusion, because for the first time in her life she didn't know how to act.
But now, how the hell was she supposed to act?
Should she go to him all hot to fuck?
Na, that would probably give him the wrong impression.
Should she smile when she crawled in bed with him?
No, he probably wouldn't even notice because the room would be in pitch-black darkness – God! The room better be in darkness, he might see her naked!
Marina decided to be unnatural, possible. She realized she was ready to join the ranks of women who had had their cunts torn apart for the first time. She was ready to be counted as a fucked woman, no longer cherry, no longer virgin.
Shit, Marina wanted to cry again.
Knock. Knock.
"Er, Marina," Harrison hailed from the other side of the door. "Is there something wrong? Can I, uh, help you with anything?"
Marina spun around, made sure the bathroom door was locked.
Click.
"Er, no, Harrison. I'll be out in just a couple of minutes."
"Oh, okay. I'll be waiting out here in case you need something."
Marina heard Harrison's footsteps retreating away from the door, then she heard the bedsprings squeak as he got under the coven.
"Harrison… Harrison, can you hear me?"
"Yes, honey," came the hurried reply from the other side of the door, then the sound of scurrying feet approaching the bathroom. "Is there something wrong? What is it?"
"Oh," Marina said nervously. "Are the lights on out there?"
"Yes… yes, they are, Marina. Why?"
Marina unsnapped her bra. "Well, could you please shut them off."
"Huh! Oh… oh yeah. Yeah, I guess you're kind of nervous… being this is the first time that we'll… we'll, uh, make real love and all. Is that it? You're just a little nervous?"
Marina replied nervously: "Y-Yes, Harrison." Then she heard footsteps scurrying away from the door.
Click.
"All right, Marina. I've shut off the lights. You can come out now."
The moment was here, the moment that the bride was to go to her husband dressed in her honeymoon-blue negligee and consummate their love.
But the act of consummation was consuming Marina with fear.
She looked at herself in the mirror. There was obvious fear on her face.
What if he didn't like her body? What if he didn't like her size thirty-eight-inch titties? What if he didn't like hairy cunts? What if he thought her thighs were too trim, too firm, too warm?
Marina hefted her titties, looked at her monstrous breasts reflected in the mirror.
God, would he think that these nipples were too big?
No man had ever seen her nipples before, in fact, no man had ever seen her breasts before.
Would he like them? Would he be tender and loving when he petted and caressed them? Would his teeth be gentle when he made little nibbles and love-sucks all over her taut tit-ends?
And her pussy.
Marina bent way over, had to hold her big titties apart as they dangled so that she could see if her pussy looked all right.
It certainly looked very hairy to her. But there weren't any uncommon or unnatural odors coming from her cunt.
But she was very fearful that her husband wouldn't like all that hair. Or worse, what if she was just too tight for him, what if he had a difficult time penetrating past the clam-like tightness of her cunt? Then their marriage would only be half-consummated, and Harrison might go in search of a woman who had a looser cunt.
Oh God, sex was so awfully fearful!
Marina stood up, heard rustling noises coming from the bed on the other side of the locked bathroom door.
It was time to go, time to be initiated into the world of fucking. Yes, she'd be a willing bride and not deny her husband his worldly pleasure. Yes, she'd go to him.
Maria turned, bit her lip and unlocked the door.
She opened it very slowly. God, the room was so dark, but she could make out his shape, her husband's body, on the bed.
From Harrison's viewpoint, the beautiful, voluptuous body that came to him from the bathroom was the mast delectable-looking thing he had ever seen. God, all those curvy dark lines silhouetted in the light pouring from the bathroom – he had never seen anything so sexy.
Which is natural considering it was the first female he had seen that was almost, but not quite, halfway naked.
And now the curvy lines were coming at him – ghostlike, a delightful apparition.
What made his cock grow another inch – which gave him a fill eight inches of overeager cock-meat – was the smell of perfume wafting his way.
And the perfume smell overpowered his senses, made him dizzy with lust, his wife for life was standing next to the bed.
Marina's firm-fleshed titties drew Harrison's attention first – which was only natural considering they were so Goddamn obvious and enormous.
Her nightgown was lifted up in the same gentle manner that he had lifted her bridal veil three hours earlier.
Only this time his lips weren't going to settle for a French job in front of a church full of people. This time his lips were going to settle on those big, fat huge titties that looked like overripe grapefruits on her chest.
It was very dark, but not so dark that Harrison couldn't see what he was feeling.
Jesus! He lifted Marina's titties as she leaned into him; as she stood by the bed and leaned into him; as she stood by the bed and leaned into him and moaned: "Ooooh, please be very gentle, darling."
Oooooh, he was gentle all right. Her gripped her titties like a wino holding his Ripple. But there was just to much tittie to hold all at once!
"Oooooh, gentle, please, Harrison. Gentle, please!"
Harrison was going out of his fucking skull.
Her titties were just overflowing his cupped hands. He just couldn't contain all that meaty flesh in his hot and sweaty hands. And, like a wino sucking from his jug of Ripple, he put his lips to the nearest tit and began guzzling all that delicious tit-flesh.
"Ooooh, Harrison! My God! That feels so good. Uuuum!"
Harrison's tongue felt more like a mop as it swiped across her titties. And his hands were more like shovels that were scooping up more tit-flesh for him to eat.
God, did he eat her tits! He loved it – his face was buried in her tits, sweet delicious tit-meat that smothered him from ear to ear.
Marina had never felt anything so peculiarly delicious. Her tits felt painful pressure from the way Harrison's hands vised around her tits – yet, that wonderful mouth, that wonderful mouth that she was now married to, was doing such strange and wonderful thing to her titties.
Her nipples seemed to buzz as his tongue tickled and swirled all around her tits. And the way her tits felt so warm, then hot, then very hot, as his mouth tried to cool them off with spit and slaver.
"Ooooh God! Harrison! My breasts feel so wonderful!"
Harrison wanted to say the same. Her tits felt so wonderful in his hands, in his mouth – but he couldn't tell her because his mouth was so full of tit-flesh that only moans and groans escaped from his tit-filled mouth.
"Mmmmmmmm!"
Marina couldn't help it, couldn't help falling against Harrison's naked and sweaty body. It felt as if her tits were being yanked off her chest by a wet vacuum cleaner.