“It’s in!” Danny exclaimed, breathing hard. “Baby, it’s in you!”
Danny was pulling and thrusting … jabbing … burrowing … wedging his hard cock deeper and deeper into Millie’s virginal slit. The sensations which she felt were more startling than painful. There was no pleasure. She was still holding her breath, letting only enough air in and out to keep her lungs functioning.
But as Danny’s massive rigidity tore ever more deeply into her belly, bringing no added pain, Millie began gradually to relax. The slight soreness at the mouth of her vagina, though aggravated by the friction of his shaft, was tolerable. With relaxation came Millie’s first voluptuous response.
It felt good to have a cock inside her, stroking and going deep. She writhed and let out a little moan. She resumed active breathing, though her breaths were heavy and uneven.
“Unnh … oh … oh God, that’s good!” Danny panted.
“Yes … yesss.” She closed her eyes and twisted her lips. Almost of their own accord, her hips started moving with his.
The sheathing snugness of his bride’s virginal pussy, now bobbing jerkily around his fast-stroking shaft, gave Danny such intense stimulation that he couldn’t hold off the orgasm which was welling up in him. He groaned exultantly, his whole body stiffened, and his prick rammed deep inside her. She gasped, then mewed with pleasure as she felt her husband’s warm spurts, accompanied by a spastic twitching of his embedded rod.
Danny sighed and lapsed forward.
Millie lay motionless beneath him except for the rise and fall of her cushioning breasts. She felt as if she were on a carnival ride that had slowed in preparation for a new burst of frenzied motion. But the burst didn’t come. Millie found herself experiencing a vague and unfulfilled sense of excitement.
Danny’s cock was softening and shrinking inside her. He was getting heavy. The dull soreness at the mouth of her vagina persisted, but that didn’t bother Millie any longer. She was more concerned about a vague anxiety that mocked both her earlier fear and her briefly awakened desire.
Is it over? she wondered. Was that all?
Danny pushed back, his soft penis slurping out of her. He grinned boyishly. “Pretty good, huh?”
“I … I guess so,” Millie said.
Is this what Mama warned me so much about? Millie asked herself in amazement. This nothing?
“Baby, you’re wonderful!” Danny purred, snuggling down against her, wrapping her in his strong arms. “I love you!”
“I love you, too,” Millie replied almost mechanically.
At that moment she wasn’t sure how she felt about anything, except that her nerves remained taut—not from fear any longer, but from some cause she didn’t understand.
In less than a minute Danny fell asleep, his arms still draped around her, his head resting against her neck. Millie eased herself clear of him and lay staring at the dim ceiling. Finally she dropped off …
“Fuck with me, baby!” Danny was saying excitedly. “Ooh, man! God damn! Oh, that’s wild!”
The room was still dark, and Danny was atop her. He lay sprawled between her thighs, supporting his torso on straight arms planted next to her shoulders, and he was pistoning his hard cock inside her at a frenzied rate. Millie’s blonde hair tossed about the pillow. Her full tits quivered. Her belly was pounding upward to absorb her husband’s rapid strokes.
The whole thing seemed to have happened of its own accord, and Millie hadn’t become aware of what she was doing until she was in the midst of it.
“That’s good … oh, it’s good!” she panted. “I love it!”
“Yeah!” Danny said huskily. “Yeah! Oooh, God damn!”
His prick was a wondrous thing—thrusting, gliding, pumping, filling her with the throbbing power of his love. Millie was reaching for him eagerly, absorbing with her warm, moist pussy his every jarring plunge. She thrilled as his inrushing prick expanded the elastic sheath of her vagina, warming her insides. She felt his big balls flop against her tingling anus.
The carnival ride was really swinging now—wheeling, dipping, climbing.
“Ooooh!”
Fireworks seemed to burst around her … in her. Her brain wheeled giddily.
“Oooh God, baby! Wow! Oh … Unnh!” Danny cried.
The thrusting stopped, and there was a pooling of warmth in Millie’s belly.
She clutched her strong young husband with her legs as well as her arms and they rocked from side to side, moaning and panting from the bliss that had come to them in the middle of the night…
Our new bride’s big problem, and the dramatic tension in this vintage Greenleaf Reader stroke book, is created by the fact that, a week after the wedding, her silly husband just managed to get thrown off a horse and break his leg. So the newlywed sex has dried up and now he’s no good to her at all. But he does have a bunch of loutish and horny brothers hanging around…
