Tense and anxious, Millie waited to find out whether her hope or her fear would be fulfilled.
As soon as Danny had removed his robe and slid into bed beside her, Millie was shocked to discover that he was naked.
'Wh-where are your pajamas?' she asked tremulously.
'I don't have any,' her bridegroom responded with a chuckle. 'And you don't need this thing, either.'
Passing his hand quickly across the front of Millie's nightgown and thrilling her as he rolled her full, firm breasts, Danny immediately began sliding the nightie off her smooth shoulders.
'No!' she exclaimed, clutching the diaphanous fabric.
'What do you mean 'no'? Honey, we're going to make love. We can't do that with no nightgown in the way.'
'Danny, I'm afraid!' she blurted.
His hands withdrew and he gazed intently at her shadowy face. 'Afraid? Of what?'
'Of… of you!'
'Aaaw, baby! There's nothing to be afraid of.' He snuggled into her neck and resumed stroking her titties through the sheer nightgown. 'I'm the same guy you've been dating all these weeks.'
'Yes, but… we've never been like this before, without our clothes on and…'
Millie stopped talking and sucked in her breath. Danny had shifted his lower body against her, and she felt the frightening hardness of his penis. It was like a club lying across her thigh.
'What's the matter?' Danny asked as he cuddled her.
'Your… your thing!'
He chuckled softly against her ear. 'You mean this?' He flexed his erection against her thigh.
'Danny!'
'It's pretty hard, ain't it?' His voice had grown husky. 'That's cause I want you so.'
'It'll hurt me!' Millie said.
'Maybe a little bit, the first time. But you'll get over that right away. Come on… let me feel you up. Then you'll want to screw just as much as I do.'
'Danny, don't talk dirty!'
'It ain't dirty to say screw,' the youth replied indignantly. 'What do you want me to call it? There's a worse word I could've used.'
'Don't you dare!'
Danny sat up, the covers skidding to his waist. He stared down at his trembling bride. 'Now look – we're married, honey. I let you put me off all the time we was going together, but now things are different. I'm your husband, and I've got a right to make love to you. I realize how girls are… when they're cherry and all – they've got to be treated gentle. Well, I'm going to treat you just as nice as I can. But we're going to make it, Millie, so there's no sense our being silly about it.'
Millie froze, concluding suddenly that her mother had been right all along. Men were selfish animals – and Danny was like all the rest. She began to struggle.
Hurt and angered, the young bridegroom responded in a way that seemed to confirm Millie's fear. Forcibly pressing her against the mattress, he scrambled atop her. Panic-stricken, Millie attempted to claw or slap him, but Danny managed to catch her wrists and pin them against the bed.
Glaring down, breathing hard, his black hair hanging across his face, the man Millie had fallen in love with seemed to have turned into a monster. He let go of one of her arms long enough to grasp the top of her nightgown. Yanking viciously, he split the filmy garment down the front. As Millie squealed and writhed, the torn edges of nylon flew away from her heaving chest. Her bobbing, round tits were exposed, her coral nipples sticking up.
'Baby… aaw, baby!' Danny groaned, pressing his open mouth to one of the creamy pink-tipped mounds.
Millie gasped as her husband's tongue swabbed moistly across her sensitive nipple. He caught the thrusting bud between his lips and tugged at the firm, rubbery protrusion, stretching her pliant breast upward. His lips slid against the pebbled flesh of her aureole and onto the silken surrounding skin. Then, pulling as much of her titty into his mouth as he could hold, he bathed her erect, tingling nipple in his saliva as his tongue repeatedly stroked the small knot of erectile tissue, gliding and twirling.
Millie's senses reeled. She had turned hot and sticky between the legs. She panted, her gelatinous breast wobbling against her husband's mouth. He wrapped a hand around her other breast and squeezed. Her nipple tingled excitingly against his palm. She was acutely aware of Danny's thick, hard rod sandwiched between their bellies.
Danny lifted his head and gave her a warm smile. 'I'm sorry about tearing your nightie,' he said. 'But we've got to do this right.' His eyes stroked down to her breasts. 'You're so pretty. Gosh, honey, I love you!'
He sealed his lips to hers. Danny's churning tongue filled her mouth, caressing her tongue and the silken inner walls of her cheeks. His hand surrounded a breast and squeezed rhythmically, making the sensitive flesh throb.
Millie's fear wasn't removed. It had simply been overwhelmed by a surge of passion stronger than anything she had ever imagined. As Danny pulled up her nightgown, his cock rubbing moistly against her bare stomach, her nerves drew taut. Her eyes stared up at him in the dimness, wide with fright and wonder.
Danny rolled off her, and Millie relaxed slightly. But when his hand glided down across her smooth, shivery belly and onto the hairy, puffed softness between her legs, the responsive girl gasped. Danny smiled, though there was a tenseness to his features as he fingered Millie's sex petals apart and probed into her moist, slippery cleft.
'Hey, you're ready, sweetheart,' her bridegroom said exultantly. 'You want it. You really want it!'
'No! Oh, I don't know what I want!'
'I do. You want what I've got for you. Feel it.'
Danny grasped her hand and carried it to his upthrust prick. Millie's perspiring fingers curled around the thick, warm column. She was amazed by its bonelike hardness, and her fear took a sudden resurgence.
'That'll hurt me!' she exclaimed. 'Danny…'
'Come on,' he said huskily. 'It's time.'
Danny slid between her full, firm thighs, pressing them wide apart. The tip of his penis probed for the opening in Millie's soft, wet cunt. She held her breath. Her heart was thumping like a kettle drum.
Danny pushed.
She bit her lip to stifle the shriek that welled up in her throat at the pain. Her eyes glazed with tears.
The pain receded as abruptly as it had begun, after which Millie felt a shocking sense of fullness.
'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
