Unknown - An animal-loving bride

"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 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.