Mark Smith - Red-hot wife

Maybe it would have been better if he had been a little better looking; I'm not certain. As it was, I might have loved him, but his appearance was just average. He was big, a little heavy, but very gentle.

He kissed me.

I tried to kiss him back, but I was so upset that I really doubt I did a very good job of it. Still, he was patient with me, not forcing his hands down below my neck until I was ready.

Or at least until I gave in; at this rate, I would never be ready.

"Go ahead," I whispered finally.

He nodded, then began to slide his hand down the back of my dress. I could feel my body growing even tenser as he pulled down the zipper.

This was going to be it.

For ten minutes we both lay naked on the bed. I was trembling; he was looking down at me with what could only be described as total tenderness. I hadn't looked at his cock yet; I was afraid to.

This couldn't go on forever. I had to relax or else everything was going to be a fiasco. Or more of a fiasco, it was already bad enough.

"You're beautiful," he said softly.

"Yeah," I answered. Not exactly a brilliant response, but I was too nervous to talk.

Then I saw his cock and practically fainted. It was huge! I couldn't believe what I was looking at; it was like some gigantic sausage. And it was going to go inside me.

I felt like I was going to faint.

"Hold me," I whispered.

He held me, but he also started stroking my tits, running his fingers across my nipples in a way that was tender, but which nevertheless terrified me.

I had to relax.

Had to!

My nipples were hard, but I wasn't turned on. I was frozen; ice cold was the only description that could explain how I felt.

"Spread your legs," Howard whispered, running his hand slowly down my front.

I closed my eyes and did as I was told.

I could feel his hand crossing my stomach, inching closer and closer to my tight, virgin pussy. When he reached my crotch hair he paused.

I breathed for the first time in thirty seconds.

"You know how long I've been waiting for this, don't you?"

"Ummmmm." Another brilliant response.

"And you know how much I love you, don't you?"

"Just do it, Howard."

I was immediately sorry for being so short with him, but I wasn't exactly feeling romantic. I felt more like I was with a dentist who was getting ready to drill my teeth.

"I'm sorry, Howard. I'm just stupid."

"You're not stupid. You're just scared."

"That too."

His hand was cupped over my crotch now, trying to warm me up, while I just lay there trying not to think too much about his cock.

Then he put a finger inside me.

I shuddered. Even his finger felt huge! But he just kept pushing it in, slowly moving forward until he was in me up to his knuckle. "Is it good."

"Ummmmmmm."

I wasn't feeling anything, so I couldn't give him anything but a non-committal answer. My cunt was so frozen that I just wasn't aware of any sensation in any real sense.

Then he began to move his finger in and out, sliding it through my pussy, gathering what little wetness my body had produced onto his digit.

"Jesus, you're tight."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. It's good."

Speak for yourself, I thought. But I didn't say anything.

"Carol?"

"What?"

"I want you to touch me…"

"Where?"

"Down there."

I swallowed hard. How could I refuse him? My mind was racing, but I couldn't come up with any kind of excuse. After all, this was our honeymoon. I considered pretending to faint, but decided not to.

I reached down and grabbed his cock.

"Yeah, that's it. Easy now."

I was holding onto it like it was a garden hose about to shoot water all over me if I didn't keep it under control.

"That's nice," he said, but I knew it wasn't. He was just trying to make me feel better. Christ, what a jerk I was turning out to be!

I forced myself to relax, then softened my grip on his cock.

"That's better. I thought you were gonna strange it."

"I'm sorry."

"Will you quit being sorry? It's only your first time, for chrissake."

That helped a little. At least I didn't feel quite so miserable now.

"Slower, that's it. Nice and easy."

His cock felt strange in my hands, but now that I was getting used to it, the whale thing didn't seem quite so terrifying. In a way there was a strange power in being able to cause a man to get hard and swell like this.

Still, I was scared. What would it feel like inside me? I had no idea, but it didn't take me long to find out.

"Let's make love," I whispered, wanting to get this thing over with.

"All right."

He rolled over on top of me, holding his monster cock in his hand. I could tell from the way his eyes were practically on fire that I was going to have to be careful or he would rip me apart.

He guided his cock to the entrance to my pussy. When I felt the hard, tight skin of his cockhead against my tender pussy lips I suddenly felt so weak that everything got hazy.

If he shoved it in right then, [missing text].

But he didn't. Instead, he waited for me to calm down. After a few more seconds my breathing returned to something approaching normal.

Gently he pushed forward.

"Uuuuuhhhhh…" I grunted, unable to help myself. It felt like he was trying to put his forearm up my pussy. There was no way it would fit.

But it did.

Very snugly, I'll admit, but it did fit. I couldn't believe it at the time, but as he continued to push forward I found that there were muscles inside my crotch that I didn't know about. They spread wider and wider, allowing his hard probe to wedge its way inside me until finally he was halfway in.

He paused.

"You all right?"

"I don't know. I think so."

He rocked back gently, and for the first time I felt something pleasurable. I didn't know what it was, but there was something about the friction between his cock and my cunt that felt good.

"Mmmmmmmmmm."

"Is it good?"

"Just be careful."

He was careful. Slowly, rocking in and out, he made his way all the way into me. It was a struggle, and at the end I felt something inside me burnt. There was a moment of wild pain, and then it was finished.

"Carol," he whispered just then. "What?"

"You're a woman now."

In the back of my mind it occurred to me that he was cornier than I had given him credit for, but it didn't matter. He was right.

I pushed softly against him, responding for the first time. The worst was over, and though I wasn't ready to give in and relax altogether, things didn't seem quite so terrible now.

Then he slowly slid his big prick in and out of me. My pussy was so tight and clinging that each stroke was an incredible experience, and after a while I found myself beginning to enjoy, a little bit, what was happening.

We began to really move together, grinding and shoving, rolling and sliding so that our bodies touched and rubbed as much as possible. I could feel his strong arms around my back and his chest rubbing against my tits.

"Jesus, Carol, it's good."

"Mmmmmmm."

"I can't last much longer."

I wasn't sure what he meant, but it didn't make much difference to me. I wasn't really listening to him; there was something else on my mind.

Something I didn't understand.

Deep inside my cunt I could feel something growing. It was small and hot; like a tiny pinprick of heat that was getting larger and more powerful with each passing second.

I wanted it to pow.

"Jesus, Carol, I'm gonna come. I can't wait, I'm gonna -uuuunnnhhhh!"

Suddenly his cock exploded inside me. I was confused, but I could feel hot, sticky jism shooting deep into me, splattering against the walls of my pussy, filling me with a warm, gooey presence I had never felt before.