Harrison Bussey was a fucking animal.
Sometimes he was as ferocious as a lion, or stubborn as a moose, or as elegant as an elk, or as bashful as a beaver.
The only times that he wasn't an animal was when he was fucking his wife Marina or on Friday nights when he had his Kiwanis club meetings. Otherwise, all the other nights of the week Harrison had to attend all those animal social clubs like the Lions, the Mooses, the Elks and the Beavers.
As for his wife Marina, well, she was a true animal of a different nature – a savage, carnivorous woman who preyed on men, gobbled up their cocks like a cannibal going crazy at Custer's Last Stand.
The reason Marina Bussey became such a cock-hungry, hot-fucking, frustrated housewife was because her husband was never home to attend to her needs – you know, those crazy itches women pt all the time when they want to fuck, or eaten, or fingered.
It's the kind of cunt scratch that a lot of women get when they've given birth to a couple of kids and who are now at the prime age for some real fucking – twenty-eight years of age.
Once upon a time her husband hadn't always ignored Marina. There was a time when he was even in love with her.
But that was almost fourteen years ago when they were petting steadies in junior high school.
But even way back then, Marina should have foreseen the handwriting on the wall. Harrison was just one of those popular people who had to be popular because people kept making him more popular.
Hell, when she was eighth-grade Queen of Hearts, an award given on Valentine's Day for the girl who had the least amount of pimples and the most amount of tits, and Harrison was elected the King of Hearts, they even got to snowball the first dance togs then they even danced cheek to cheek, and it was the first time that Marina had felt how big a guy's cock could get.
But, of course, she was too young to know that guys could get erections by just dancing with a girl, so he thought that prominent bulge at Harrison's crotch was his comb, or maybe he had a big set of keys, or a lot of bus change (even though they didn't have busses in Tweedy).
But being the King and Queen of Hearts, Marina Hemlock and Harrison Bussey were very well suited for each other, made to be melded together in some future contract.
Then high school came, and Harrison was everything to everybody – football captain, freshman dance king, chess champion, ROTC drill captain, honor student, student body president.
Shit, there wasn't a club or organization or event or assembly that Harrison wasn't a member of, or chairman of, or leader, of.
And Marina Hemlock – shit, she had just as much photo space in the Tweedy High School annual as Harrison.
Head pom-pom girl, drama-club president, first in the Pillsbury High School bake off, D.A.R. Debutante.
People always thought that they had to get married.
Oh, Marina wasn't pregnant or anything like that – it's just that Tweedyvillians knew they were fated to be married.
So they got married, right after graduation.
And they settled down – the most popular boy marrying the most popular girl and being the most popular young couple in Tweedy.
The only problem was Marina had come to the realization that she didn't love Harrison because Harrison could only love being an animal four nights a week and a husband only on weekends.
Marina recalled her wedding night – since it usually is a very important night for mast brides of eighteen who are dumb enough to still be virgins.
She recalled the night because she thought that was the happiest time of her life.
They were in room fourteen of the Travel Lodge just outside Tweedy, and to really make the night a big event, Harrison had managed to steal some of his daddy's beer so they could really celebrate in style.
Harrison was already naked.
His cock was already hard.
And he was also already drunk and stupefied because he was a nervous groom and because this was going to be the first time he had ever fucked a girl.
Oh, he had come close before.
Like when he had almost scored with Tina Morales, the high-school humper as most of the guys called her at Tweedy High.
But shit, Tina wasn't any challenge. She was a Mexican girl – so fucking her was nothing to brag about.
Shit, everybody in Tweedy knew that Mexican girls were born to fuck, that's why they had so many kids, and being that those kids were all born to fuck, the kids would only bring more kids into the world who were born to fuck.
Shit, who was kidding whom?
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.
She sprawled across her husband, her tits gouging into his eyes, his nose, his cheeks, his mouth.
Hungrily, Harrison ate more titty. And now, her tits weren't the only things to feel wonderful. His cock was feeling very wonderful – it felt as full as the tit he was eating. His cock was just as erect as the nipple that he was gagging on. His prick felt just as warm as the tit he was chewing.
It was remarkable – her tits were like cocks, and his cock was like a tit.
The only thing that felt different was that his cock was dribbling lots of juicy pre-cum while her tits didn't have the ability to do that yet.
Now that the pre-cum was making pasty-like stains all over Marina's beautiful nightgown, and Harrison was reminded that there were other ecstasies to be enjoyed, other pleasure pastures to be plowed.
"Oooooh, please don't stop, Harrison! My breasts feel soooo gooood!"
Harrison had to stop because Marina, in her writhing and wriggling, was moving her thigh hot and oh so hard over his cock. And there was a lot of friction and warm-feeling flesh that his cock felt as he jabbed here and there and everywhere.
Marina felt those cock-jabs – like that one that hit her at mid-thigh, and that one that smashed the mole near her hairy cunt-mound, and that one that scored a direct hit on her cunt!
"Aaaaaiiieeee!"
Her scream rattled Harrison's brain. It had to, because Marina was so close to his head when she had belched forth.
But Harrison didn't give a shit, didn't give a damn that his left ear had suddenly gone deaf, didn't give a rat's ass fuck for any kind of moans or groans from his dear wife because his prick had become the plow that was putting a furrow into a very pleasurable pasture.
"Aaaaiiiieee! Please! Wait! Be gentle, Harrison!Oh God! It feels so big! I didn't know they were. That big! Please stop!"
Harrison couldn't stop.
He hunched his hips upwards, his cock stabbing very deep into the heart of her pussy. And he was sweating like crazy because he had never felt anything so hot and wet and meaty gripping his cock.
"Harrison! You're too big!I'm too tight!Please stop!"
How do you stop a runaway locomotive? How do you stop King Kong from wanting to fuck the shit out of Alice Wray? How do you stop a boy/man from enjoying his first fuck when his first fuck was a tight-cunted virgin with a pussy as pleasurable as Marina's cunt?
No, Harrison couldn't stop – he was Superman, King Kong in heat, and a boy/man with an urge to rip that pussy in half.
Marina tried to crawl upwards, tried to get away from that cock that felt as if it were ripping her up the middle. But that movement caused one of her titties to be thrust into Harrison's hungry mouth.
And Harrison couldn't believe the fact that he had a virgin tit in his mouth while be was fucking the shit out of a now-de-virginized pussy.
No, Marina couldn't get away now. Not unless she wanted to leave an inch-long nipple in her husband's chewing mouth.
Not unless the wanted to have permanent palm prints on her asscheeks where her husband was gripping and kneading her buttocks.
No, she had nowhere to go except in the direction that her husband was directing her to go.
Which was up and down. Up nine inches, then down nine inches. Over and over again.
Now it was Harrison's turn to scream.
"Ooooo! God! Marina. I love you! I love you! Aaaahhhhh!"
Marina cringed as every word of love was punctuated by a thrust of his hips that sent his nine-inch love muscle deep into her ever-loving pussy.
Marina wanted to say thank you, wanted to express to Harrison that she loved him too, but she couldn't because the pain in her pussy was just too tremendous, too agonizing.
So she said: "Aaaiiieeeee!"
Suddenly, Marina held very still – God! Something was happening.
Marina had to hold still because Harrison had such a tight grip on her hips. And he was holding her at a height of nine inches over his sweating crotch. And he was making deep upthrusting stabs into her stationary pussy.
And Marina couldn't believe what she felt between her legs. It was like sitting on a totem pole. Like inserting a Tampax made for a mare. Like eating an enormous Zucchini with the wrong end of her body.
In other words, Harrison's cock was getting bigger and bigger as it bulged heavier and header with blood and the product of his balls. His jizz was getting ready to make its entrance. To make its plunging debut deep into the pit of Marina's cunt.
Marina couldn't move, couldn't get away from the handholds that Harrison had maintained on her hips. But then, she really didn't want to move now. Didn't want to get away from that prick that felt more like a totem pole in her cunt instead of something human.
Because something was happening to her pussy, just as something was happening to his cock!
Her cunt was rippling with tingly sensations.
"Oooooh, Harrison! That feels so gooood! Hold me tighter, honey! Ooooh, that's it – stab harder! Oooooh, please!"
And the tingly sensations were becoming more like ripples of ecstatic delight. And her cunt felt very juicy and very wet.
Her cunt had never felt that juicy and that wet before, unless she was having a very heavy period and she would use up a whole box of Tampaxes. But this didn't feel like any menstrual flow because something bigger than a Tampax was stopping up the flow.
Harrison couldn't believe the delicious sensations that were coursing around and around on his cock. The ripply walls of her cunt seemed to flutter around his prick. It felt even tighter than the times he would try on one or the used rubbers he found in his father's bedside wastebasket.
God, her cunt was so tight and delicious!
"Aaaiiieeee!" Marina screamed. But this scream was not one induced by pain. This scream was induced by a Zucchini-like cock that was ready to spew the seeds of life in her cunt.
And, boy, did she want those seeds of life spewed! Suddenly Marina knew what it was to be a woman, to be a fucked woman who wanted plenty of Zucchini-like cocks loaded with plenty of spewing seed. Consummation was just utter delight, ultimately beautiful, supremely delicious!
And now Harrison had a hard time holding her in place. Marina was moving of her own accord. Where he was trying to punch a bigger hole into her cunt, she was shoving back against him, making her hole bigger.
Now their hips were slamming together, creating very obscene and lewd noises.
Slush. Squish. Slush. Squish.
And their mouths were making very obscene sounds now.
"Oooooh God, Marina! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck, you beautiful bride! Oh God! I'm almost there!"
"Aaaaiiiieeee! Harrison! I love you! Ilove what you're doing to me! I love that feeling! Whatta feeling! It's bigger than a cucumber – bigger than anything I Imagined! Oh, lovely!"
Then Harrison started coming to the end. And Marina began coming to the end. Then the ends of their bodies started coming together as they both started coming together.
And their up and coming juices were making more obscene noises.
Squish! Slush! Squish! Slush! "aaaarrrggghhh! I'm coming! God, fuck me! I'm coming!"
"Meeee, toooo! Aaarrrggghhh!"
After seventeen spurts of semen, and thirteen riotous climaxing cunt convulsions, their organs were overcome with passion, becoming depleted for him and lax for her.