Wild in the Country
Chapter 10
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 10 - Who would have thought that a dog is capable of raping women...
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Teenagers Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Rape Coercion Incest Uncle Niece Interracial First Oral Sex Anal Sex Bestiality Pregnancy Voyeurism Size Novel-Pocketbook
Desirée Denning stood before the balcony window of the hotel suite and let the warm Caribbean morning breeze wash over her luscious, naked body. It had been the loveliest honeymoon she could imagine, days on the beach, sunning her body to a ripe, gentle tan, evenings of dancing and dining and, yes, champagne, and nights of hot, loving, irresistible sex with her new husband Mark. She had acquired quite a taste for making love, for having a man's, Mark's, penis in her easily-excited needing pussy. Her twenty years of total abstinence and self-denial had built up in her and once unleashed seemed impossible to cool. But now she could indulge without any pangs of guilt, and had, to her heart's content.
Yes, it had been a nearly perfect honeymoon, marred only by her memories, nagging recollections of how she had given herself to Mark beneath the elm tree on her father's ranch, and what had happened after that with three other males that she should never have had to come close to, who had taken advantage of her weakness. And thoughts of that had made her feel unworthy on her wedding day.
Now, it seemed that two weeks of unbounded sexual indulgence with her new husband had purged her mind of that guilt and those cloying, unpleasant memories that threatened her happiness. Now, she knew, everything she said and did had to be impeccable, for Mark was slated to be their new senator to the state legislature. His wife had to be of the highest ethical quality, the highest moral caliber, and except for her brief surrender to desire before the wedding, she knew she would be a shining example of a good politician's wife. Her only real misgivings now were related to Pastor Hemmings, but there was little likelihood that he would ever say anything, for his position was just as precarious as hers. However, she would be expected to be back in church next week, and that would be awkward, at best.
Desirée stood in front of the wall mirror. Yes, her body was lush, creamy-skinned, and perfect, her breasts round and firm like grapefruit, her hips and legs slender, her pussy mound covered with silky, honey-blonde fur, her belly smooth and flat. She smiled wryly. Maybe not so flat for much longer. She would be expected to bear a child soon, and her figure, at least for the few months it took to produce the necessary child, would not be so slender and nubile. But what she regretted was that sex would not be quite as easy during that time. She shook her head and frowned. She was getting to be quite a sensual woman, and she wasn't sure that she liked it.
"Hey, there, nymph," came Mark's husky voice from the bed. She knew he appreciated her new sexual personality. "Come here, you shameless strumpet."
She turned. He was holding out his hand to her. Desirée smiled shyly, then walked forward and took his hand. She let him pull her down to him, and her whole body tingled at the thought of what was going to happen. It never changed, and she loved it that way. He was going to caress her body, climb on top of her and push his lovely, pleasure-giving penis into her vagina. She began trembling with anticipation. She was so happy to be married at last. They could do this all they wanted without guilt. That was the beauty of marriage.
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