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Wedding

By: naomiknowsit



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Vera, 45, sat at a table with a few other women attending the wedding. A couple were relatives and one other a friend of the bride, as was Vera.

The conversation was of little consequence until one of those other friends, Carol, asked if any of the others had found their bedroom experiences with their husbands "limited," the word Carol used.

No one looked astonished or shocked but in a way smiled or nodded.

"I always thought it would be a bit free wheeling after marriage, at least for awhile. Instead my husband seems to think anything but missionary or a slight variation on it is a sign I am a whore," another woman , Sandra, said.

"Exactly," Carol said and others nodded with Vera herself nodding.

Indeed it was just that way for Vera and she felt confined when she wanted to be free to do more than missionary, etc.

The women's ages varied and so it seemed a truth whether for someone newly married or married for years, like Vera.

******

Jack went to weddings in the hope of finding a woman who wanted to explore what she did not have in her marriage, much as the women had discussed. Usually nothing transpired but sometimes it did.

So he was at this wedding. No one asked who he was.

He danced with women there and sat and talked wither with women there or even with some of the men, just to avoid any suspicions.

He overheard the conversation about married bedrooms.

"If you will forgive a male for butting in but just to back you up I've talked to married men I know and I has to agree," he said to one of the women at the table with Vera and Carol and the others.

The women let Jack join in and he backed them up.

After a while Vera wanted to head up to her room and excused herself and headed for the elevator and went to her room where she changed and freshened up and thought about her "missionary" life with her husband.

When Vera left her room Jack was heading for his room which happened to be on the same floor and they said hello.

******

Later there was a pre-wedding dinner and dancing and again Vera found herself heading for her room at about 9 o'clock with Jack also in the elevator.

"You dance nicely," she said, having danced with Jack.

"Thanks but it's easy with a woman who likes to dance, like you," He said.

She smiled a thank you and they got off on their floor and went to their rooms with Vera seeing him enter his.

Not long after she found herself knocking on Jack's door and then entering his room.

"I am certainly a "missionary" woman," she said standing uncomfortably.

"And wanting to go beyond?" he asked.

She nodded. "I guess that makes me the whore my husband would say I am," she said.

"A woman who is open about her wants is called a whore,": he said. "So in that sense you are a whore."

Afer a small pause Jack asked, "What is it you need?"

His use of the word "need" and not "want" was helpful to Vera.

"I want to be fucked in the ass," she said, her needs and purpose not amenable to holding back on her words.

Jack very carefully removed his clothes. He had a good body and mainly Vera could see that he was well hard already, not requiring as her husband did her hands or mouth.

Vera went to the unmade bed and turned her back to Jack and took off her slacks and panty and go ton the bed on her knees, spread wide, her ass up and offered.

Jack respected Vera's apparent need not to be seen and after applying a condom got onto the bed with her and slid his cock length wise along the length of her ass crack while his hands pulled apart her ass cheeks, the actions making Vera shiver with anticipation.

"Oh God yes," she said seeming without emotion ass she felt his nicely sized cock move between her ass cheeks and into her ass hole.

Her sounds were prime3val, deep. She repeated for him to fuck her in th3e ass over and over, each time with more emoticon and desperation and much to Jack's surprise she suddenly stiffened and cried out with orgasm.

Unlike most men she had taken in the ass before her husband Jack kept at it and she came again, and yet again, each time her orgasm almost as if she had never had one before.

Finally Jack dumped into the condom with a groan and they collapsed onto the bed.

Wedding Anniversary



The dappled sunlight begged it's way through the leaves and soaked through her warm, brown skin. She yawned contently and adjusted her skimpy string bikini. Summer always made her happy, she could sit out in the sun and tan, getting her daily dose of vitamin D. The jasmine that crept over the fence smelt exotic, taking her away to a far away place.

She stood up, picking up her glass, walking towards the back door. The house felt so cool, and the tiles beneath her feet seemed ice cold. She looked at the clock: 2 pm. Good. She still had 4 hours before her husband Marco and her were going out to dinner. Today was their 4th wedding anniversary, and they always celebrated by going to 'Del Mattinas', their favourite Italian restaurant.

She walked towards the bathroom, not bothering to close the door, removing her bikini, and looking at her reflection in the mirror. She was 26; her smooth Latin features made her a stunning beauty. She touched her skin; it was still warm from her day out in the sun. She touched her breasts, imagining they were his hands, stroking her nipples until they were erect. She let her hair down from the butterfly clip, and her hair fell gracefully around her shoulders. She walked over to the shower, and turned it on, adjusting the temperature to lukewarm. The water cascading over her body felt like one hundred wet hands stroking her to arousal. Her right hand brushed down her body, until it reached her hot clit. How she longed to feel Marco's touch, his strong hands stroking her skin even so gently. She slowly began circling her clit, her body tingling. Her left hand caressed her smooth breasts, and she closed her eyes, her desire increasing. 

She didn't hear him enter the front door, and now he had the best view in the house. His woman was masturbating for him; he was practically cumming in his pants. He quietly removed his clothes, and sound unheard by her through the running water and her moaning. He walked up to the shower stall and gently tapped on the glass. 

"You need any help in there?" He seductively asked.

She spun around in fright, but when she saw his naked body on the other side of the glass, she exhaled slowly, and opened the door. 

"Are you trying to give me a heart attack? You scared the shit outta me!" She said, trying to sound angry, but she was laughing. 

"Actually, I'm here to give you a helping hand…or any other body part you desire. Although you seem to be handling everything quite well on your own" he said, winking, and he stepped forward into the shower and grabbed her around the waist, kissing her neck. "Can I wash you?"

She leant her head back and moaned, his cool lips against her warm skin made her suck in a breath in shock. He reached past her and grabbed the loofah and the body wash, and languidly began washing her body, his hands gliding over her curves. He turned her around, so her back was facing him, and began stroking her breasts. He gently pulled at her nipples, their erectness stood out from under the foamy soapiness. His left hand snaked down her belly, circling her belly button, and then his fingers began weaving amongst her long, black pubic hair. She moaned as his talented fingers slipped through her labia, finding their way hungrily towards her pussy. She moved her hips to grant him better access, and he slipped two fingers into her hot, wet pussy. He kissed her neck as he explored her pussy, stroking the walls until he found her g-spot. 

"Damn, that feels so good. Don't stop." She moaned breathlessly, moving her hips against his hands, as she felt her climax rising. "Oooh, I'm going to cum…"

He moved his hands faster, his thumb finding her clit. He could feel her body tense; she was about to orgasm. He circled her clit faster, her knees nearly buckling under her weight, and her body exploded into an intense orgasm. His fingers probed deep into her spasming pussy, it was now dripping with wetness. She pulled his fingers away from her and turned around to face him, hungrily kissing his lips. He kissed her back intensely, their tongues probing deep into each other's mouths. His cock was hard and she hadn't even touched it yet. He turned off the shower and pulled her out of the stall. They hurriedly dried each other off, and they worked their way into their bedroom, kissing passionately. She climbed up onto the bed, getting on her hands and knees:

"I want you to fuck me, now." She said to him, almost in desperation. He climbed onto the bed, rubbing his hands over her nice, round ass. He placed the tip of his cock against her wet hole, and pressed the head only in slightly. Her back arched, and she tried to pull his hips towards her, but he resisted, he wanted to tease. 

"Please, I want to feel you deep inside my pussy, fill up my cunt." 

He grabbed her hips and thrust inside her, going in the whole way in one swift stroke. He slowly began pumping inside her, retracting his cock nearly the whole way, before pushing his whole cock in again. She reached her hand back and began fondling his balls. He grunted loudly and thrust harder, pushing deeper into her love hole. He could feel his arousal rising and he reached forward to fondle her breasts. 

He pulled out of her, pushed her gently down onto her back, and thrust deep into her pussy. She moaned loudly, and he leant down and took her left nipple hungrily into his mouth, running his tongue around her little bud. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, and snaked her hands around his shoulders, up his neck, until she was pulling his hair; pulling his mouth harder onto her erect nipple. They were both panting hard now, softly moaning. She pulled his lips off her nipple, and kissed him passionately, her tongue swirling past his lips. He thrust harder; he was close. He pulled his torso slightly away from hers, and began gently rubbing her clit again, it was still engorged from her previous orgasm, and she purred into his mouth, stifling a loud moan. The movement of his huge cock in her pussy, and his fingers on her clit, bought her close to cumming again. He slowed down his movements; he wanted to feel her cum first, her cunt walls massaging his cock always brought him to an intense orgasm. She arched her back off the bed, pulling her legs tighter around his waist. She groaned as her body shook into orgasm, her eyes closed, her breath heavy. He grunted as his cock pulsated in orgasm; her pussy was so tight. He came deep in her pussy, their juices mixing. He breathed heavily as his orgasm subsided, rolling over onto his back, and pulling her into his big strong arms. Her eyes were still closed, and she nuzzled into his neck to regain her breath. 

"I think I need another shower," she whispered into his ear, trailing off, still finding her breath.

She leant back and looked him deep in the eyes, her eyes glazed with an intense passion. She pulled his face up to hers, and kissed him hard. She lay back down in his arms and relaxed with the warm afterglow. She gently nuzzled into his neck, giving him light kisses and licks along his jugular. She sat up and stroked his taut belly. He had a bit of chest hair but his belly was almost completely smooth; except for the odd strand of hair and his 'snail trail'. 

"I think I'm going to start getting ready. Wanna join me to a nice warm bath?" She looked him in with a sparkle of cheekiness, her hand briefly brushing over his cock. "Though, I'm not sure I'd be able to keep my hands off you, so we might end being late for our reservation." 

"I'd promise to keep my hands to myself…" He winked at her, "but I think I'd break it." He pulled her back onto him, and kissed her hungrily, tasting her delicious lips. She pulled away, and laughed, jumping up and walking towards the ensuite. He could hear her turn on the bath, and she came and stood in the doorway. 

"So are you coming?" She asked, insistent he join her, "It's a bubble bath…" she trailed off, giving him an enticing look. She was so sexy, how could he resist. He reached into the top draw of his bedside table and pulled out a blindfold.

"How about you get in the bath, put this on, and wait for me, Ysabela. You'll find out whether I'm going to join you…" Walking over to her, he gave her the blindfold, and kissed her deeply. They wrapped their arms around each other, and increased the intensity of the kiss, but he gradually pulled away, teasing her by slightly licking over her lips. 

"And remember to put on the blindfold." He walked out of the room, looking back over his shoulder as he went through the doorjamb. This is insane, she thought, as she walked towards the bathroom door, but when she climbed into the bath, she obediently put on the blindfold, a powerful feeling of excitement washed over her. He was always coming up with erotic games to play, always knowing what she liked…and how she liked it.

She sat in the tub patiently, waiting for a cue from Marco. 2 minutes passed. 5 minutes passed. She was getting impatient. Just when she nearly lost patience, she heard him walk into the room. He was trying to be quiet, but because she could no longer rely on her vision, her other senses had heightened. 

"Oh, so you are going to join me after all?" She smugly said. Then she felt his hand running up her arm. He pulled her arm out of the water, and languidly kissed down her arm, until he was lightly sucking on the tips of her fingers. 

"I'm not going to join you, I just want to wash you. I've set out some clothes I want you to wear tonight, so when you've finished bathing; I want you to change into them. I've got some more surprises for you, but you'll get them after dinner. Consider them dessert." He was still sucking on her fingers, pulling at the skin ever-so-slightly with his tongue. He reached over her, and got the sponge, and dreamily began washing her neck, shoulders and breasts. She leant back against the back of the bath, and enjoyed the delicious sensations. He slowly worked his way down her body, making sure not to miss any of the 'vital' areas. When he reached her feet, he gently pulled her right leg out of the water, and while supporting it with his hands; he bent down and drew her big toe into his mouth, sucking hungrily. She purred, feeling his tongue exploring the skin. The sensations she felt were amazing, she could've come right then, but he pulled her toe out of his mouth, latching onto the other one, the intensity rising once again inside of her. She slowly stroked her hands up and down her own flesh, feeling her own heat. She was getting very close to cumming, but he back away, leaning up to her ear, and said:

"You can get ready now, my pet. I'll be waiting in the kitchen for you."

With that, he got up and took off her blindfold, and helped her out of the bath. He dried her off, and then walked out of the bathroom. She went over to the vanity and searched for her 'Paris' body lotion. She liberally applied the lotion over her still moist skin, knowing he found the scent irresistible. She then sprayed herself with the 'Paris' eau de cologne, to finish. She brushed her hair and then applied her makeup, completing her sexy look. When she walked into the bedroom and saw what Marco had chosen for her to wear, she couldn't help laughing. Lying on the bed was her black thigh-high stockings, suspender belt, a black lacy bra with matching g-string, black high heels and a little black figure-hugging dress. She got dressed, accenting her outfit with some jewellery that Marco had given her for her last birthday. When she was completely dressed, she went to find Marco in the Kitchen. He had been getting dressed while she was, in the guest bedroom, and was sitting at the kitchen table wearing a dark red shirt, red and black tie, and black trousers. She could smell him from the doorway; he was wearing 'Latitude-Longitude', the cologne that drove her crazy with desire. He looked up, and smiled when he saw her. She looked so beautiful. 

He stood up and walked towards her, "You look absolutely amazing," grabbing her around the waist. "Shall we get going?" 

"Yeah, I'm all ready." She smiled at him. 

They entered the restaurant, and were swiftly escorted to their table by the host. Their table was in an intimate little booth, towards the back of the restaurant, out of the sight of other diners and passer-by's. They sat at the table and were both poured a glass of Champagne. Clinking their glasses together, they each took a small mouthful of the bubbling liquid, instantly heightening their arousal. Marco reached across the table and grabbed her hand, stroking the smooth flesh with his long fingers. She looked deep into his eyes; she could see the flames from the candles dancing in his dark eyes. 

"Happy anniversary, my beautiful wife." He said, pulling her hand up to stroke his face, "I wouldn't be the man I am now, if it wasn't for you," and kissed her hand.

She melted at his words, and for an instant was too choked up to say anything. She could feel tears brimming in her eyes. "And I wouldn't be the woman I am now, if it wasn't for you." She leant across the table and kissed him lightly on the lips. "I love you." She said.

"I love you too" he replied. 

The waiter came to their table, bringing a big plate of their favourite dish, and two forks. "Enjoy your meal," he said, giving the both of them a knowing look. She looked at Marco, nearly laughing, as he passed her one of the forks. 

"Now. I was thinking, just eating a meal can be romantic, but feeding each other is even sexier." His eyes were twinkling with cheekiness, and he dug his fork into the pasta. "You can taste test." He brought the fork up, and she opened her mouth, pulling the pasta off the fork in a deliberately sensual way. 

"Mmmm…good," she closed her eyes, savouring the taste, moaning slightly "Here you try it." Ysabela, then fed him a bit, trying not to giggle. They continued to feed each other, taking sips of champagne in between. They kept their eyes on each other, making love with their eyes; arousing each other with their silent need. The champagne began to take affect, and it became harder to keep their forks level when directing it to the others mouth. They got a few envious looks from couples from other tables, their laughter floating around the small restaurant. When they finished the meal, the waiter came to the table to collect their plate, and turned to Marco and said: 

"Have a good evening, hope we'll be seeing you again here soon." He left with the plate, and Ysabela gave Marco an inquisitive look as if to say "No dessert?" Marco just smiled, shushed her and took her hand. He stood up, helped her out of her chair, and they walked out of the restaurant to the car. Once they were sitting in the car, Ysabela went to say something, but he interrupted her, "No talking my sweet, all your questions will be answered when we get home."

The drive home was completely silent. Marco's hand had wandered to Ysabela's knee, and he gently stroked the sensitive flesh. He kept his eyes on the road the whole trip home, not looking at her once. She, on the other hand, was looking deep into his face, trying to work out what he had in store for her. His mysterious dark eyes concealed all. He was deliberately driving slowly, dragging out her rising sexual frustration. They reached their house, and he got out, telling her not to move. She sat in her seat, and he came around and opened her car door: "This way, my lady". He grinned at her, and ushered her to the house. 

"I've got a few things to prepare, so I hope you don't mind sitting in the lounge while I attend to the task at hand." He told her. "Get comfortable, and I'll get you another glass of champagne."

She sat on the chaise lounge, reclining back sexily on her side. When he came back into the room, he nearly stopped. She pulled her dress up so the top of her left thigh-high was showing, her hair cascading over her shoulders. He grinned and walked over and gave her the glass, leaning down to kiss her. "I promise I wont take long." 

She sat on the couch, slowly sipping her champagne; her head felt light, her body felt warm. She wondered what he was up to; she couldn't hear any noises in the house except her own breathing. Her heart was pounding with both excitement and anticipation. After about 10 minutes, he emerged from the kitchen, slowly walked over to where she sat, and perched on the edge of the chaise. He had removed his tie; undoing the top two buttons, and had rolled the sleeves of his shirt up. 

"Now, first we're going to have to get you out of those clothes. I want you to strip for me." He winked at her, running his fingers up her stockinged leg, tugging at the elastic band at the top, as though to start her off. She smiled and stood up, placing her hands on his shoulders, pushing him back into the chaise. "Just sit back and enjoy."

Ysabela walked over to the stereo, and put on a CD. Swaying her hips seductively to the beat, she worked her way back over to Marco, standing right in front of him; she placed her high-heeled foot on his lap, and told him to take off her heel. She then swapped legs, and made him do the same with her other heel, gently massaging his semi-hard cock with her foot. She spun around and sat down in his lap, "Can you unzip me?" she asked, glancing sexily over her shoulder, giving him a sexy smirk. He unhurriedly unzipped her dress, kissing the back of her neck as he did so; his moist lips brushing over her warm spine. She stood before him, her back to him, and little by little let the silk dress fall from her body, the dress falling into a pool of light fabric at the base of her feet. She flicked the dress aside with her right foot, and look back into Marco's eyes; his arousal was visible in both his face and his rising cock. She ran her hands up and down her body, moaning with her own touch. She undid the suspenders from her stockings, and gradually rolled them down her silken legs. Slowly she pulled each stocking off her leg, bending over and giving him a good view of her round, taut ass. Moving her hips subtly to the music, she pulled the suspender belt down her legs; standing in front of him in only her bra and g-string. She ran her hands over her body, brushing over her pussy and breasts. She undid her bra, letting it fall quickly to the ground; kneading the flesh with her hands, and then removed her g-string; she now stood completely naked. 

"What would you like me to do now, my darling?" She flashed him a seductive look, her black hair framing her brunette face. 

"Now you can take off my clothes." He told her, easing back into the chaise. She submissively knelt before him, undoing his belt and fly. She tugged his pants down, until they were completely off, and then removed his socks. She stood up and sat astride his lap, kissing his neck softly as she undid the buttons on his shirt. Her right hand reached inside his shirt to play with his nipples, pulling them roughly. She pulled the shirt off his arms and focused on his boxers. "Lift your hips," she almost ordered, and she took them off. They now sat together completely naked, and he kissed her cheek and asked: 

"Are you ready for dessert now?" She nodded, and he led her to the kitchen. On the floor he had placed a tarpaulin, and an old blanket, and he had set up a picnic. Her mouth dropped, and all she could do was stare. He led her to the blanket and sat her down, handing her yet another glass of champagne. Surrounding her were bowls of strawberries, grapes, pieces of chocolate, cream, and other edible delicacies. She grinned at him and grabbed a strawberry, taking a bite from its soft flesh and then kissed him, sharing the taste with his tongue. He then reached for the cream and rubbed a dollop into her breasts, leaning down to lick it off the smooth skin. He gently pushed her onto her back, and reached for the chocolate sauce. He drew a love heart around her belly button and then licked it off, sucking the flesh with his warm lips. She arched her back, purring at his touch. 




Wedding Anniversary



He entered the darkened living room with trepidation. It was, after all, his first ever encounter with his fantasies. The women were seated all around. He could hear their soft whispers, the giggles, the murmurs of anticipation and, for an instant, he felt all his inadequacies exposed in a manner he had only fantasized before. 

He knew he wasn't a perfect specimen. After all, it was his shortcomings that were the essential driving force behind his fantasies. 

His old athletic body had softened with age: he was too fat around the waist, had grown 'A' cup-size breasts with large aureolas and sensitive nipples and his penis was not spectacular either. At just about 5 inches, it was not very long, but rather thick and temperamental. His erections vacillated between perfect, indestructible hard-ons and embarrassing melt-downs due to lack of appropriate stimulus. But then, this was probably the other driving force behind his fantasies. 

He had asked his wife, Maryah, more often than not, to treat him differently; to master their sexual relationship and guide it with a firm hand (or foot); to punish and humiliate when appropriate and keep him wanting when she found him straining at the bit. She had rarely risen to the occasion, but only gave him a little clumsy pain, every now and then. It was a miracle that they had any sex as it were. 

Then, on their sixteenth anniversary there was an opening. Or rather, it was like a curtain lifted from their mundane sexual world. He had picked her up from work on the Friday, expecting another romantic dinner and the usual, awkward bout of sex. Upon their return, however, he was told that she had invited some of her friends over instead. Feeling somewhat miffed at the prospect of so many undesirables he opened his mouth to voice discontent only to be told to shut it, listen up and strip! 

He immediately felt that there was an imperative in her voice. It wasn't the wording, or the expression...there was true intent that rose above all verbal forms. And it was exciting! He shut his mouth and played along, wondering all the time. 

Then, all hell broke loose: Before his shorts had barely touched the floor, her long fingers were around his nipples squeezing and twisting hard, very hard. She lifted him almost entirely off the ground with a strength and commitment that he had never witnessed before. He grunted to complain only to receive a hard knee in the groin along with a smiling reprimand. There would be no moaning, or groaning or begging. He would have to endure in silence, or else! Was that clear? He could only nod through the excruciating pain in his lower belly. 

As the pain subsided she became a force of softness once again. He was told to go to the bathroom and clean up, internally and superficially. Before he had time to ask what she meant she was right behind him with an enema kit. She seemed so certain of herself as if she had been practising at a hospital ward. And this was getting all the more exciting! 

In the half hour that followed, he suffered again and again as she cleansed him with warm water from behind, taking care to be less than gentle with his orifice. The show was definitely on. 

Despite his excitement his penis showed its usual temperamental self: from soft to hot-hard and soft again, within minutes. If he was perplexed his penis was absolutely terrified. Just before the end of the series of enemas he tried to ask her once again, taking care to use his most submissive tone of voice, what she had in mind. He was rewarded with a strong clutch and twist of his genitals, her fingernails almost piercing his penis and told not to speak for the duration or until ordered to do so. He was under her total control and he was loving it! 

The next session was an even bigger surprise. Maryah had changed into her black, sheer body form without wearing any underwear, which made her delicious, large aureolas and shaved vagina shine through the thin material. In her forties, she had lost none of her sexuality but had gained some weight around her thighs and her perfectly round buttocks, which made her seem more powerful than ever. Her perfect B+ tits were as luscious as ever, putting to shame many twenty-year-olds.

In their bedroom she had set up a T-shaped rig and hanging from it were three different whips. A heavy, mop-like whip with dark leather thongs, a sharp horse whip and a flat paddle whip. He was then told to choose his instrument of punishment for the evening. Fearing the worst, he chose the first one. He was then told that the first whip, being softer, guaranteed him no less than two dozen strokes. The other two options would have cost him less. 

Again, her air of detachment and self-confidence proved to be a great aphrodisiac. Her handling of the whip, however, was less than amenable. She had tied him to the rig with special tailor-made leather nooses and the whipping began in deafening silence. He was beaten so hard that he only remembered the first ten or so hits. She was targeting his back and buttocks, taking care to wrap the thongs around his torso, legs and finally his groin. On a couple of occasions he moaned as the thongs bit into his now semi-erect penis and he was immediately informed that he had just gained another dozen for his lack of respect. 

When the whipping subsided he was almost on his knees trying to hold on to the T rig. His back, buttocks and penis were on fire and he was feeling weak and trembling. But it was far from over. He was then told that he was also to be whipped spread-eagled and would need to choose another instrument. Totally bewildered he managed to point at the paddle whip only to be informed that this was a special whip for genitals. This time he was tied facing her and his legs were held wide open by a metal bar fastened to his ankles. 

She was much more gentle this time, caressing his balls and his growing erection before the whipping began. She was taking care not to cause terminal damage but even this pain was almost too much. His short Pavlovian training about maintaining silence had had the expected result and he bit himself in order to keep quiet. It was fortunate that when the paddle hit his balls he could only gasp, unable to moan or make any other noise. 

After the sixth stroke, he finally collapsed. She stopped the whipping for a while and firmly caressed his balls, taking care to make it obvious that his manhood did not belong to him but was hers to do as she wished. He felt his erection rising through her fingers but was then told that having an erection without her permission was definitely prohibited and that he had ten seconds to lose it, or else. This prompted a very stout hardening of his erection which was rewarded with an extra half dozen paddle strokes over and under his balls. 

He collapsed again in debilitating pain and, despite her earlier warnings, started begging for a respite. Instead of more hard punishment she came over, kissed him full in the mouth while harshly twisting his erect nipples. She then moved lower groping his genitals and ass. When she came to his ass hole, she slid a middle finger inside and lifted him as if she were holding a hook. Her other hand was lifting him by his penis and balls and the overall experience was very stimulating. His manhood, or what was left of it, was totally IN HER HANDS! 

Never was a submissive more dominated than he felt at that moment and this feeling of utter surrender proved to be a most powerful emotion causing him to break out in tears of sexual release. He had reached sexual nirvana without even coming! She kissed him again tenderly and left him tied to the rig closing the door behind her. Her guests were just beginning to arrive.

It was almost an hour before she came back for him. She untied him without a word and again warned him that he could make noises only at the behest of a female voice. He then followed her, hands tied firmly behind his back, to the darkened living room to meet his mistresses.

He was completely naked, tied and whipped, surrounded by seven women in their mid-thirties to mid-forties. Maryah had invited a few of her close women friends as well as a couple of her colleagues from work. Obviously this was not a game for everyone and he could gauge that her guests had been selected for their liberal approach to life and then some. 

As his eyes became more accustomed to the dim light, he noticed that they had all been dressed for the occasion as if going to a theme party. Only he was to be the theme! His embarrassment at knowing most of the women present only served to heighten the anticipation. And then the party began in earnest.

First off the mark was Bess, one of his wife's oldest friends and the only one he did not really like. It wasn't her looks, as she was possibly one of the most attractive of the entire group with her Asiatic eyes, dirty blond hair, long legs and heavy, commanding breasts, but they had exchanged words in the past and he, being the righteous male, had then prevailed treating her with disdain. 

She was very sexy wearing a leather mini skirt, long boots and light top. She approached him slowly, looked at him straight in the eye and smiled. She had not forgotten... She grabbed him firmly by his nipples and stared at him from up close for quite a while as the others spurred her on; then, she retreated a couple of steps and unleashed her right leg kicking him hard in the balls. 

He went down on his knees without a sound. She approached him again and with a look of contempt dropped her mini skirt around her ankles. No panties. She stepped out of her skirt revealing to all her perfectly groomed (for the occasion?) mound of pubic hair. She then lifted his head and thrust it with unnecessary violence on her vagina lips, ordering him to lick her. He was informed that he had ten minutes to bring her to orgasm using only his tongue, or would be made to suffer unbearable pain. 

Being less than adroit with his penis, he had developed his cunnilingus skills to a degree of excellence but this was no comfortable erotic encounter. This was do-or-die and the other women had started joining in the fray making it very difficult for him to concentrate. To make things worse Bess moved her pubis away from him every now and then and his tied hands allowed him no control over her clitoris whatsoever. 

As the ten minute mark approached he was sweating quite profusely from the unequal struggle and his knees were killing him. Then, a breakthrough: Bess, in a very excited state, pushed him harshly away and grabbed her own clitoris finishing the job with her experienced fingers. She came right in front of his mouth with a wrenching grunt and then proceeded to rub her wet vagina all over his face. Just before moving away she slapped him very hard twice and warned him that she was not finished with him yet.

He was immediately handled by Constance, a large, powerful brunette, a colleague of his wife. She was taller than him, with long, athletic legs and heavy, full tits and he had always fancied her. She was half naked as she lay on her back and pulled him down on her. Once again his face was thrust in her vagina but this time things were much more comfortable, for his knees at least.

Her musky aroma was stronger than Bess' as she had definitely not washed after work but it was not unpleasant. Suddenly, things got more interesting. Another woman, probably their close family friend Sandra, a middle-aged busy-body who had always fancied him, took control of his exposed rear end. She was equipped with a large, dark strap-on dildo and after carefully greasing his hole with petroleum jelly forced herself deep inside him. 

By now, the exhilaration of being handled by so many women, coupled to the total lack of control over his body, had had a very relaxing effect and he was able to take it without too much pain despite the size of the instrument and the harsh novelty of the experience. 

Constance came with a gush after a few minutes and seeing him enjoying the dildo fucking with closed eyes started rubbing his face hard against her vagina, laughing out loud with excitement. The combination of the feminine fucking, the vagina kiss and the rough handling of his balls by yet another player, gave him his first ejaculation of the evening. It was spectacular and Sandra, feeling very proud of herself, finished her work with another vagina kiss on his face. 

He was now lying on his back, almost spent with exhaustion, aches and post-orgasmic bliss. But only half the women had been served and Bess was not finished with her free revenge. She and another family friend, the diminutive Alex, the one with smallish, perky tits, decided to continue his slave training and, grabbing his legs, lifted them over his head fully exposing his purple red hole. 

After its first-ever penetration his ass hole was extremely sensitive and Bess considered that the best way to capitalize on his new vulnerability was to paste the area with Vicks jelly. The intense burning sensation killed any eroticism within minutes and made the rest of this session a living hell. He screamed out in panic and writhed on the floor while his mistresses looked on with mixed feelings. Alex, however, delighted at finally having him at her command decided to try the dildo on him herself. With Bess' help she turned him over and exposed his ass to the room. As she entered him without any feminine subtlety it was just too much and after the first few strokes he fainted from the pain.

He came to on the carpet in front of the living room sofa lying on his back, his legs spread wide. His mistresses were chatting as if nothing had happened, some half-dressed, the rest showing sexy lingerie. Bess was still totally naked, except for her boots, while Alex, with her perky tits towering above him, had rested one foot on his genitals, like a huntress over her prey, eager to continue with the dildo. 

As soon as he was revived they gathered around him showing some concern, which soon evaporated into giggles and taunts. He was lifted up and made to stand, his wife taking charge. To Alex's dismay, his ass hole was declared out of bounds and so it was his nipples that were next in line for some serious attention. 

Maryah carefully placed rubber-coated clothespins on the edge of each nipple and, when secure, linked the two with a wire clothes' hanger. She then proceeded to hang weights from the wire increasing the strain on his overstretched aureolas and nipples. Then, when she thought he could take no more, she moved back and started the music on the stereo, a classic 80s disco beat. 

He was told that he had until the end of the song to force the clothespins to drop from his breasts, or suffer the same again and again. With his hands tied, all he could do of course was move like an African dancer exaggerating the up-and-down movement of his breasts in a most unmanly way. 

His chest was quite shiny from sweat but the rubber coating of the pins slid only gradually to the very edge of each nipple. Needless to say, this also increased the pain to an unprecedented degree that gradually paralyzed his legs. Every time he stopped moving, however, the women took turns to remind him of his predicament. Three of them had taken a whip each and were striking hard whatever they could target. 

A new player, Diana, was whipping his crotch with the thongs, while another newcomer, Nephe, struck at his ass and back with the paddle. Bess, of course, had decided to be his main tormentor for the evening and she struck frequently and surely his breasts and belly with the horse whip. In a way, although her strokes were causing the most damage, she was also helping the clothespins to become undone. 

Then, just before the song ended, the left clothespin slid free and the wire hanger, hanging only from one nipple, emptied the weights onto the floor. He was left with the right clothespin attached to the very edge of his right nipple which caused excruciating pain, but he was still relieved at having the weights dropped. However, he was then informed that he had failed in his appointed task. 

His wife moved forward intent on re-attaching the clothespins, but he, unable to take any more, rebelled. He begged for this torture to end and Maryah appeared skeptical for a moment. Before she had had time to decide, however, Bess took over once again and, grabbing the clothespins, re-attached them to his throbbing nipples.

She smiled with malice at him and proceeded to make his torture really worthwhile by twisting the clothespins as far as they would go. He thought his nipples would be torn off, but then she suddenly detached the instruments of torture and left him gasping for air from the incredible pain. Then, just as the pain began to subside, she started whipping his breasts hard with her favourite horsewhip. She was really enjoying her revenge. 

Maryah must have decided that he had had enough moving in front of him and announcing that having spoken without permission he would have to choose his next punishment. Knowing his limited but effective talent, she offered him the choice of licking all their vaginas to their satisfaction, or taking even more beatings. 

He felt relieved, although the task seemed almost impossible for his bruised tongue. He begged to have his hands untied only to better serve them. Maryah, once again, obliged and he felt the pain as blood rushed to his freed extremities. 

His wife was first in line and this was quite refreshing as he knew her better than anyone else. The ladies cheered them on and he performed brilliantly. He knew when to press and when to desist and when to change the rhythm. He finished her with his right thumb rubbing her well-lubricated clitoris in a circular motion.

She came with an intense, rising moan that ended in a staccato-like murmur, like a Lazarus rising from the dead. She was drenched and moaned softly in appreciation. The rest of the women literally fought over him and it was the tall and muscular Constance that won him over. She grabbed him roughly, threw him onto his back and sitting on his torso thrust her vagina onto his face. 

He loved the position as it facilitated his access to all her sensitive spots and allowed his now freed hands to play with her anus and large breasts. She came within minutes in yet another gush and with a scream that proved his expertise in this field. 

It was by now obvious that the whole show of unrestrained sexual violence had aroused even the most inhibited of the women and this proved a great help. One-by-one they came and sat on him while the others fondled his genitals and squeezed and played around without causing too much discomfort. 

He loved the wonderful menu of different aromas and the different tastes of their lubrication. This was his finest hour. He gave all seven at least one orgasm with Bess taking her turn last. Somehow, she had completely changed from their earlier encounter as if his suffering at her cruel hands had given rise to a new equilibrium between them. She was very gentle in her thrusts and using her vagina as a gag suffocated him only just enough to heighten his arousal. Finally, shewing away the other women, she grabbed his erect penis and finished him off even before she came. Then she gave him her fingers to lick clean and kissed him passionately. Even his wife realized that something exceptional was going on when she saw an unprecedented new erection rise under her friend's bottom. She told Bess that enough was enough for the day depriving him of yet another orgasm. 

He showered and wore a bath robe over his painful body before rejoining his mistresses. Being naked underneath, gave them full access to any part of his body they wanted but their attitude had changed and they resorted to their friendly, social behaviour, albeit with a twist: he had suddenly become their close friend as only women friends can be. They fondled him and kissed him tenderly and made him feel like a king rather than their toy slave. Seeing him as their helpless sex object had made them appreciate him more than any lifeless dildo. 




Wedding Anniversary



He had become a woman's best friend...



Wedding Anniversary Party



My wife Wendy and I have been married for about 20 years, and have done threesome and foursomes but nothing like this.

One of our friends called us up to ask if we wanted to attend a 15 wedding anniversary party. There was no question about it we would attend, after all these were our friends. "At what time and what do you want us to bring to this party." My wife asks. 

"It's this Saturday at about 3:00p.m. and you just bring yourself and of course this is BYOB."

Saturday at about 3:15 we leave to go to this party, you know woman they are always late I have been ready for about an hour sitting on the couch. We arrive at the party and Linda greets at the door, "hi I'm happy you came, please put your car keys in this bowl."

"Why should I put my keys in this bowl?" I and Linda

"So I that I can stop you for driving drunk."

The party went as all party does drinking, chatting and cake. At about 10:00 p.m. a girl in a drunken state that I don't know, jumps into the pool fully dressed then gets naked seeing that most of the women got naked and jumped into the pool or the spa. It was a nice time about 12 people naked swimming naked. A couple of hours someone got out of the pool and we all followed and went into the house after all this is august in Montreal it get cold at night.

We all wrapped a beach towel around our bodies and walked into the house to get warm.

The swimming took the edge off and we were all on our way to being sober. Linda the hostess of the party says out loud "it's time to play a game".

She walks to the bowl with all the keys in and says "If I pull your keys out of the bowl the couple must take off their towels and go around and kiss everyone in the room, do you all agree." 

You could here a timid YES for everyone. -- then Linda says "O.K. now let me be more precise. Woman must kiss all the men's pricks and the men must lick all the woman's twats."

The room became silent and you could fell the tension in the room as Linda puts her hand in the bowl grabs a set of keys and says "whose keys are these?"

The room was silent then Preston, Linda's husband says "Those are our keys."

Linda looks at the keys and laughs she lets the towel fall and so does her husband. 

"O.K. lets make this easy woman on one side and men on the other."

Linda started walking towards the couch where all the men were sitting got on her knees in front of the guy sitting next to me open he's towel grab his prick and put it directly into her mouth see this made me very hard and I open my towel so that when she will move over to me it would be ready for her. I look up to see that Preston had his head between my wife's legs and by the look on her face he was giving good head. This went on till everyone got the chance to get and give a blow or a lick.

Once that this was done Linda took out a pack of cards. I think to myself "we can not play strip poker we are all in a state of naked. Then Linda takes out 12 cards 1 to 6 in two suites mixes them and gives the pack to the first guy and girl sitting and instructs them to take on not to look at it and pass on the pack. When this is done she and her husband grab the pack tells us to stand and to look at the card. "The girl and guy with the card number one must sit first on the couch facing each other and so on."

We all do as we are told be are all wondering what was going too happened. She then takes out two cards and shows you that she took out a king and a queen. "I will give this to the Girl if she shows a king she must blow the guy in front of her if it's a queen the guy in front of her will lick her pussy; we will all pick the card with our eyes close. When everyone knows I will ring the bell and we all do what we are suppose to. "

I notice that my wife is sitting in front of Preston and she is holding a Queen and the girl that jumped into the pool is sitting in front of me with a king. The bell rings and everyone goes to there business I have this girl that I don't know munching on my prick and by the fell of it she has done this many times and loves the feeling of a penis in her mouth this girl could deep throat like I have never seen within minutes the room fills with moans I look at my wife to make sure she is being served to her delight As my eyes catches hers she goes into a moaning fit and cums Preston gets up tells Wendy to turn and starts to fuck her doggy style. I then explode my load in the girl mouth, I then stupidly and her name by she never told me it was maybe for the best. 

The rest of the night and into the morning was an amazing orgy. I guess this was not a wedding anniversary party but a reason to have a swingers party.



Wedding Anniversary



He slowly opened her legs, covering her pussy with chocolate sauce. She started giggling; the sauce was ice-cold. He picked up a strawberry and ran it along her pussy lips, covering it in chocolate, and then ran the strawberry up her body, leaving a trail of chocolate leading up to her mouth and then hand fed it to her. He licked off the smooth trail of chocolate, returning back to her pussy, and started ravaging her clit and lips, sucking all the chocolate from her warm, pink skin. She moaned as he dipped his tongue into her hot, wet cunt, trying to get all the chocolate. She bucked her hips, grinding her pussy into his face. His tongue stroked her soft skin, until his lips latched onto her clit again, sucking hard, almost painfully. Her body dissolved into a powerful orgasm, shaking her whole body. She moaned and writhed under his body, and he removed his lips once her orgasm had subsided. She reached up and grabbed his shoulders, pulling him onto his back, sitting astride his hips. 

She picked up a few of grapes and lay them on his chest, handing feeding some to him, licking the sticky juice off his lips. 

"Mmmm…you taste good," she said, laughing. She stood up and, walking over to the freezer, took out a tray of ice cubes. Walking back over to where Marco lay, she emptied the tray onto a plate, and took two into her mouth. She sat down next to him and, after taking the ice out of her mouth, slowly ran her tongue around his nipple; it immediately stiffened under her tongue. While she sucked his nipple, she ran an ice cube all over his chest, his skin breaking into goose bumps. He shuddered with both cold and pleasure, and she could feel his breath shallowing. The sensation of her cold, moist tongue exploring his skin drove him wild. She moved so that she was now lying on top of him, kissing his lips. Reaching over, she grabbed the jar of honey, and dipped her finger in, bringing her finger to his mouth. He sucked on her finger, licking off all the sweet stickiness. Returning her hand to the jar, she rubbed honey over her left nipple, and then guided it to his waiting mouth. He eagerly engulfed her nipple, greedily sucking off the sweetness, swirling his tongue around her areola. She moaned, feeling his hungry mouth ravaging her breast. She removed her nipple from his mouth, replacing it with her succulent lips; she could taste a trace of honey in his mouth, making her kiss him deeper. 

Moving languidly down his body, she reached his now rock-hard cock. She slowly started to lick his cock, teasing him. She reached for the honey, and liberally applied some all over his solid manhood. She sensually licked her hands clean of the stickiness, staring deep into his eyes as she did so. She knelt down closer to his erect cock, and stared at her artwork, he could barely contain himself, having her stare at his manhood, almost worshiping it, was too arousing. He begged her to suck his cock, pleading with his dark eyes. She just smiled and continued to tease, sucking on ice cubes and then blowing the cold air onto the sensitive skin. Just when he thought she was going to give in and engulf his hot cock with her moist mouth, she started lightly kissing his balls, pulling at the skin even so gently with her teeth. He grunted loudly at her touch, and bucked his hips up towards her face. Sucking up the shaft of his cock, her tongue ravenously licked off the honey, leaving a sticky residue trail. She continued until most of the shaft was clean and then focused on the sensitive head, alternating between licks and sucks. He was getting close to orgasm; his moans were reverberating off the tiled walls. 

"Fuck, this feels so good, keep going baby, I'm almost there," he said through his moans. His cock head started to ooze gooey pre-cum, and she lapped it up, mixing its warm saltiness with the sweet honey. She could feel his cock begin to twitch, and she slowed down her sucking to extend his arousal. He writhed underneath her, trying to push his cock deeper into her mouth, and when she laughed, the vibrations sent shockwaves through his body, starting a powerful orgasm that rocked his body. She hungrily swallowed all of his warm jizz, massaging his cock to get every last drop. He collapsed in a sweaty heap, panting loudly: "Fuck baby. You can certainly suck cock," and he laughed breathlessly, pulling her body onto his, kissing her deeply. 

They slowly got up and put away all the food, then walked to the bathroom to share a shower before retiring to bed. They held each other close, letting the warm water cascade down their bodies. She reached up, pulling his face down to hers, and kissed his red lips. Distracting him with her tongue, she reached her hand down to his dick and gently washed all the honey residue off. His cock leapt to life under her touch, and started going hard. She stepped away from his body and smiled at the sight of his semi-hard cock. 

"Somehow I don't think we're going to get any sleep tonight," She said, pulling him into her arms and kissed him with passionate desire. "But we'll certainly get a work out."



Wedding Bell Blues



I was so excited to be asked to be a bride's maid at my friend's wedding! I have always enjoyed weddings...the beauty and pageantry, the romance all just made me want to swoon every time the bride and groom kissed for the first time as husband and wife! We had been wondering when, if ever Sheila was going to get married. Finally, after about what seemed like a million different guys, and twice as many dates, she found the man of her dreams. Tall, broad shouldered, and a really sweet smile, he was, and is, everything she wanted.

The ensuing weeks and months leading up to the wedding went by in a frenzy of activity. The dresses, both for the bride and the bride's maids, the shoes, the flowers, the chapel, the catering, the reception, the limousines, the wedding rings... Oh, the details! I loved it all, and was thrilled at being able to help! My only disappointment, really, was that I couldn't be the Maid, or actually, Matron of Honor, as Sheila kind of had some family pressure to have her sister in the role.

We went through the dress selection and fittings for almost a month before we found the right ones, a beautiful off-white wedding gown for Sheila and baby-pink satin dresses for us. I loved the way they looked, with a soft, off-the-shoulder sleeve, form fitting bodice, and a long, full-circle satin skirt. Matching pink shoes and white hose made the perfect dress for the wedding, and the party that would soon follow!

The rehearsal dinner was full of fun, mostly, and good food. The families were together for the first time, including the bridesmaids and groomsmen. As with all large, formal weddings, each bridesmaid and groomsman was paired off, and I was matched with the groom's brother, Lance. I think mainly it was because I am only five feet, four inches tall, and didn't tower of Lance, who also was rather short. I showed up at the rehearsal dinner straight from work. I was wearing a champagne satin blouse, black mini-skirt and heels, and as I sat next to Lance, I could feel him looking me over, very hard. It made me a little uncomfortable, but since I was a little late getting there, I figured I would just have to put up with it.

After dinner was over, there was a little dancing, and Lance was quick to invite me to the dance floor. I tried to beg off, saying I needed to get home to my family, but he grabbed my hand and almost literally dragged me onto the floor. I was chagrined by all this, but did not want to embarrass Sheila, who was having a great time, so I let him lead me around the floor for a bit, until the music began to slow. He wrapped his arm around my waits, and pulled me close, gazing deeply into my eyes, which made me want to run away screaming... I should mention that Lance is barely an adult, at least in terms of age, but it seemed like he needs to bathe more than once a day. He was rather clumsy, and awkward, but he knew what he wanted. He demonstrated that by trying to kiss me. When I balked by turning my head, I then felt his hand reach under my skirt, and cup my butt!

My eyes burned with anger as I pushed away from him, and fortunately, he let me go. Otherwise I am sure there would have been a seen. My last glimpse of him that night was his eyes following me, a weird kind of smile on his face... The big day finally arrived two days later. The sun was out, and it was a great day, although it was rather breezy. For the ceremony, it would be no bog deal, but the reception was going to be outdoors at a resort hotel, and I worried about how it would go. My husband dropped me off early at the chapel, and as we pulled up, I could see Lance, and another couple of groomsmen standing around, all prim and proper in their tuxedoes. I opened the door to our SUV, and nearly had my arm ripped off as the wind caught the door. I stepped out, and as I did so, the wind caught my skirt, flaring it way too high for comfort! I battled with the wind for my skirt for a moment, and then my husband barked at me to shut the door, so he could park. I loosed one hand, and as I shut the door, the voluminous folds of pink satin took off in the wind, exposing my body to everybody! I squealed as I reached out to lower my skirt, but by that time it was too late. Everyone had gotten a look under my skirt, at my pink satin bikini panties, and white thigh-high hose! I tried to muster what dignity I could, walking into the chapel, ignoring the couple of comments made, as well as Lance's leering stare.

I soon found out that the guys were all standing outside, just waiting for the ladies to arrive, knowing they would get a free show. True to form, two other girls got caught, including one girl whose idea of panties was a g-string. She might as well not have been wearing anything! Sheila arrived, and the limo let her out, but because of the size of her dress, while it did bloom a bit, her modesty was well protected. Which was well for her, because she told us she wasn't planning on wearing anything underneath, so she could consummate her wedding in the limo on the way to the reception!

The wedding went off without a hitch, except for the processional on the way out. That was when Lance leaned over and whispered to me that he wanted to "fuck me silly"! I was shocked by what he said, even more so by when and where he said it, and fully intended on letting husband know that it was time for him to deal with Lance for me. Before I met him, my husband used to be in the military, working in some Special Forces group for the Army, and I knew he was more than capable of protecting me. 

The wedding party went to the reception by limo, and I let on to the other girls about Lance. It was then I had learned that I was not the only one he was hitting on, but none of the others seemed to take him seriously. The reception was starting, and we bridesmaids were fully watching the weather, or more to the point, the wind. It was too hard to hold a glass of champagne, and hold on to my skirt, so I finally settled for letting the back of my skirt float freely, and held my hand down to protect my modesty. When it came to the dances, Lance dragged me to the center of the crowd, and held onto both of my hands, forcing me to let my skirt fly. Fortunately, I was not the only one in that predicament, but it still wasn't a ton of fun. Lance again made some lecherous comments about how he was going to have sex with me, and I could feel his growing bulge when he held me close. I tried to see my husband, desperate to make eye contact, but couldn't find him among the 500 other people there!

As the song ended, Sheila came over to me, hugged me, and asked if I could get something from her room, and handed me to card-key. I ran off to get it, walking across the resort to find her room. The wind got even uglier on the other side of the resort, at one point gusting so hard my skirt flew straight up, the hem of my skirt obscuring my view! I battled with the folds of my skirt as I walked, hearing the whistles and catcalls from others at the resort, including one guy who asked what I charged for one night! As I got my skirt under control, I heard a now familiar voice say "You really should be more careful!" I turned, and found Lance almost right behind me!

I asked him what he was doing here, and he said after I left, Sheila sent him after me to bring something else. It made sense, so I didn't think anything of it, and kept walking, and battling the wind and my skirt. I had one more experience with the wind, but this time I also felt Lance's hand on my butt as I collected my skirt. I spun to face him, snarling at him to keep his damn hands off of me! He just looked at me with that stupid smile he has.

I opened the room, and as entered, leaving Lance to follow me in. He said he was going to take a pee, so I ignored him as I looked for the suitcase I was needed. I had to dig in Sheila's bag for what I was looking for, and as I did so, that was when Lance grabbed me!

I screamed as he did so, only to be rewarded by a hard slap across my face. As my cheek burned my hand reaching up to touch it, I was thrown onto the bed, and immediately crushed under Lance's weight as he leapt on top of me. He immediately started to thrust his pelvis at me, dry humping me as he planted his face on mine, his greasy face against mine as he kissed me! I tried to kick at him, but as I did so, his weight forced my legs apart to the point that I could feel his body against my crotch...It was then I realized he had removed his pants, and the only thing protecting me was my skirt and panties!

He grabbed my neck with one hand, and reached down, pulling up on my skirt, all the while muttering something about me being like all the others... I struggled under him as he did so, my hands trying to grab his wrist, and release my throat, but had absolutely no luck. Soon, my skirt was up to my waist, and Lance lowered himself, thrusting his penis against my panties! He kept mumbling about how I was going to like him, how I was going to be a mommy as he then stopped thrusting, and reached down and gave my panties one swift jerk, ripping them apart!

I tried to beg with him to stop, not to hurt me, but it was like talking to a brick wall. I even offered to give him a blow job, but he wasn't listening. That was when I felt the first push against my labia with his cock. He lowered himself onto me, forcing his manhood into me as he did so! I couldn't help but gasp as he did so; his cock was so large I was taken aback. His thrusting began immediately, and he again mashed his lips over mine, his tongue pressed against my tightly pursed lips as he kissed me again. My arms fell back, my thighs apart as I let him take me. I was stuck, unable to fight him anymore.

His thrusting in me seemed to take forever, but in reality was only a few minutes, but his hand never left my throat... I tried to talk to him, to beg him to at least pull out and wear a condom, but every time I tried to speak, his grip on me tightened. His pace quickened, and I felt some small pangs of pleasure as he ground against my pussy. His muttering became a series of grunts and growls, then he suddenly howled once as he gave a series of large, mighty thrusts into me, his cock fully buried into me as he climaxed, forcing his semen past my cervix. As he was climaxing, I heard the sounds of the door being opened, footsteps, and a gasp. It was Lisa, the Maid of Honor, and I reached my hand out to her, pleading for help. As he finished his ejaculation, he lay on top of me for a moment, both of us gasping for breath as Lisa rushed out of the room to get help. As my strength returned, I tried to push Lance off of me, but he kept whimpering something about me liking him. I screamed at him that I hated him, pushed all the harder. That was when my husband showed up...

He looked at us, then into my eyes, and knew in an instant what happened.... I won't go into the details of the violence that came next. In the aftermath, we did not call the police, mainly to protect my husband from what happened. Lance had impregnated me, and my husband and I had some very serious discussions about what to do. We are religious people, and were uncomfortable with the thought of abortion, but did not want to have Lance's baby, either. In the end, God made the decision for us, and I miscarried at 10 weeks.

My husband later confided in me that he loved the dress I had worn, and had wanted to do to me what Lance did... And later we arranged that, but that is a story for another time!



Wedding bell blues



Friday night, 11:30 p.m.

Mac was pissed. It was the fifth Friday night in a row that he had to work late. Not that he minded the work, hell no, he was the co-owner of one of the hottest Gay/Bi websites to hit the internet in 15 years. The connections were endless, the paychecks were great, but his sex life resembled a fifteen year olds and he was only 28. A lot of masturbation, a lot of frustration and very little one on one contact. He was not one to suffer this enforced celibacy silently either. Kevin, his business partner and closest friend, got his balls busted every day when he walked into the office. 

Kevin was getting married tomorrow and his wonderful bride to be had scheduled something damn near every night for the past month and a half. Showers, parties, luncheons, dinners. . . all bullshit as far as Mac was concerned. He knew why she tied up every spare second before the hallowed event. Little Miss Perfect aka. Paige Thornton, was afraid that Kevin would go out, start talking to another woman, and realize mere seconds before saying, "I do" that Paige wasn't much warmer than the 3.5 carat diamond weighing down her finger. 

Mac stretched, groaning as the muscles across his back strained against the fabric of his shirt. He'd started working with a personal trainer a couple months ago, right after Kevin asked him to be his best man. He wasn't where he wanted to be, but he had come a long way. He gained two inches in his arms, three and a half across the chest, narrowed his waist to a fairly solid 34. All in all, he looked pretty damn good.

"G'night, Mr. . . Mac" The cleaning lady chirped through the half open door. She had been told right off the bat that Mac and Kevin were not Sir this or Mr. that, they were Mac and Kevin plain and simple. Margaret really liked those two boys too, millionaires the both of them and as nice and down to earth as could be. "Goodnight, Margaret. Don't bother locking the door, I'm right behind you." 

Mac finished proofing the pictures for next month's edition of "How hot is hot?" a weekly contest where men send their pictures in and members vote on who's the sexiest, it was time for a drink. 

There was a night club right across the street, but he really wasn't in the mood for "who's looking better than who" tonight. What he could really use was a nice cold double martini, and knew just the place. Victoria's on the Bay, a quiet cigar bar that overlooked the water, a bit out of the way, but he deserved it. He would only stay for one, maybe two, and be on his way home for a good night's sleep like a responsible best man should. 

They spotted Mac the second he walked through the door. He was sexy as hell. Short cropped hair, blonde as far as they could tell in the dim light, tight little goatee. Just their kind of man. 

Mac settled into his favorite seat at the corner of the bar. 

"Good evening, Mac"

"Hey, Sharon. How've you been?"

"Not bad," She put a martini on the coaster in front of him, tilting her head towards two men at a nearby table, "Hell, you haven't been here 5 minutes and you're already getting free drinks. If I could only be so lucky."

Mac followed her motion. There were two men sitting at a high top table, a pitcher of beer, and a couple of shot glasses between them. The bigger of the two smiled and Mac felt his cock thicken. They were big, just the way Mac liked them. Not just muscular, tall too, but the hair and face did it. Ripped from the cover of a trashy romance novel. A Strong jaw, just barely covered by yesterdays shave, piercing eyes and a mane of hair that any woman would kill for. One jet black, the other golden blonde. Mac tipped the drink up in thanks, "Not bad, not bad at all." He turned around ready to say something to Sharon, but she had disappeared into the kitchen.

"I hate it when that happens."

"Excuse me?" Mac turned back around and came face to chest with one of the men from across the room. He leaned back slightly and looked up.

"Sorry," the man said, and stepped to the side, reaching for a stack of napkins, "My brother dumped a shot in his crotch."

Brothers? Very interesting, Mac thought. 

"Why don't you join us for a drink?"

"Sure, why not."

"The name's Terry Wright," the man said, shoving a stack of napkins toward his brother with one hand and sticking his other out to shake Mac's hand, "that. . . is Jacob."

"Pleasure to meet you."

Terry settled onto the barstool, the leg pressing against Mac's thigh was more than a simple distraction. It felt like a hot hand stroking him each time Terry would readjust in the seat. Jacob hadn't wasted any time moving in either and it wasn't long before Mac was sandwiched between the brothers with hands replacing the brushing thighs. They spent the next two and a half hours drinking beer, doing shots and feeling each other up. 

Jacob ran his fingers over Mac's crotch, "Want to get out of here. My place is only 5 miles away. we can have a few more drinks?" 

Mac grabbed his hand and pressed it harder against his rock hard cock, "Let's do it."

Terry chuckled and leaned in for a closer look, "Very nice."

Jacob gave Mac's cock a good squeeze before letting him get up. Tonight was turning out to be just what Mac needed, he just couldn't be late to the wedding. He checked his watch.

"Curfew?" Terry asked.

"Wedding at 1:00."

Jacob grinned. "Don't worry, we won't keep you forever."

The ride to Jacob's house seemed to take forever. The brothers insisted that Mac sit on the seat between them. Jacob had Mac's dick out of his pants and was sucking on him before the car was even in gear. Terry put his arm around the back of Mac's head and pulled him towards his waiting cock. Mac half twisted in the seat, it was uncomfortable, but worth it. 

Jacob stopped sucking Mac's dick long enough to watch him deep throat Terry's massive cock. 

Jacob licked his lips. "Yeah, that's it, suck that big cock. You like sucking cock don't you? You little cock whore."

Terry thrust his hips upward, Mac opened his throat and took him deeper. "Oooh, yeah. That's right suck me."

Jacob started rubbing Mac's ass. "Hey, look what I found!" He lifted a fat black leather wallet into the air. 

Mac lifted his head. "Oh no, babe. I want you right where you are," Terry winked at his brother as he thrust rhythmically against Mac's mouth, "Nice fuckin' pull. See what else you can find on our little bitch boy here."

Jacob ran his hand around Mac's throat, his fingers sliding around a thick chain and snapped it. 

Mac started to struggle, but from the half sideways, half laying position he couldn't move very far. Terry laughed and shoved his cock deeper into his throat. "That's enough of that, Mac. We don't want to hurt you, but we will if you don't pay attention." A big hunting knife flashed in Mac's face, "Do we understand each other?"

Mac nodded.

"Good, now finish sucking my cock, and don't waste a drop." 

* * * * * * ***********************

Mac shook his head. His jaw felt like he'd been smacked with a crow bar, it'd been a long time since he sucked a cock like that. His mouth was dry, he licked his lips and looked around at the small room, it was dark, quiet. When did he get out of the truck? He didn't remember taking his shirt off. He reached for his wallet and remembered Jacob taking it out of his pocket earlier. How much earlier? He looked to his wrist. "Goddamn it, those mother fuckers!" The watch his grandfather had given him was gone. 


"Well look at this, he's finally coming around." Terry said.

"Christ, I thought you killed him." 

Terry grabbed Mac by the hair, pulling his face toward the light. "He just passed out from taking my cock. Didn't ya? My cum looks good on your face." 

Jacob's face split the darkness, he leaned over and shrugged, "It's alright. Get up." He said, pinching the inside of Mac's thigh." Hold your arms out to your sides like you're gonna walk the line for the cops." 

Mac winced at the pain, but his body responded quickly, blood pooling in his crotch. His head was spinning and he stumbled sideways. Terry grabbed him by the shoulders and spun his ass towards Jacob, "Looks like he wants to skip the foreplay." 

Jacob bent Mac over, grabbed his ass cheeks and spread them apart. "Looks like he never had a dick in his ass." He licked his finger and probed the tight little rim, smiling as Mac's cock jumped. He pushed his face between Mac's cheeks and inhaled. Day old whiskers scraped the tender flesh. Jacob licked the inside of Mac's ass cheeks, biting the thin hairs and pulling them out. 

"He likes that," Terry chuckled when Mac moaned. "You like this too." Terry dropped his pants and shoved his cock in Mac's face again. 

Obediently Mac pulled the rigid cock between his lips, planting his hands on Terry's thighs to keep from falling forward from the tongue lashing Jacob was giving his ass. The ring on Mac's right middle finger caught the light and Terry's attention. 

"This just keeps getting better and better," Terry nodded to himself and drove his cock down Mac's throat, the motion pushed Mac backwards, and Jacob's tongue straight into his ass. All three men groaned. Terry put his hands over the back of Mac's head and face fucked him until he was about to dump his load. He pulled out with the first pulse and shot his cum all over Mac's hands. 

The taste of Mac's ass drove Jacob wild. He slid his hands down and rolled Mac's balls together, mocking the slow rolling motion of his fingers with his tongue. Filling his mouth with spit, he pushed it into Mac's ass and thrust his tongue in as deep as he could.

"Fuuuck." Mac moaned, leaning over, his ass opening wider. 

Jacob unzipped his pants, stood, and pushed his cock into Mac's hungry ass in a single motion. Terry pushed Mac against Jacob's cock, see-sawing his body between them. Jacob arched his back, planted his hands on his hips, and let his brother determine the speed. 

Terry knew how his brother liked it. Slow, very slow, hardly any movement at all, until the head of his dick was about to pop out. Then Terry would slam Mac backwards seating Jacob's wide cock to the hilt. Mac clutched Terry's thighs with his cum covered digits. Terry stroked his hands, working the rings free as cum seeped between his fingers and the pungent smell of sex permeated the room.

"You're ass is so tight." Ten minutes of fucking was all Jacob could take. When his balls tightened he grabbed Mac by the ass, jammed his cock deep, pulled out and sprayed cum all over Mac's back. 

Mac's ass was a sore gaping hole that Terry moved around and filled as soon as Jacob got out of the way. He couldn't believe that Jacob was hard again but greedily filled his cheeks with the ass tasting mound of flesh. He licked and sucked to the tempo set by the cock in his ass. Fast. Hard and Non-stop until the brothers erupted in a white hot orgasm. Jacob's cum washed over Mac's face, neck and shoulders while Terry cum filled his bowels. 

"Thank you." Mac whispered, using his tongue to swipe the fluid from his face.

"Leave it," Terry insisted. "Our cum slut can't clean up yet."

They pulled Mac to a standing position, surveying their masterpiece. Cum glistened everywhere on his body. Terry pulled his pants back up, smiling not only because he just had one of the best fucks of his life, but at the extra weight in his pockets. A wallet, watch, gold chain, diamond earring, three rings - at least one of them sportin' a nice sized diamond. All in all a very lucrative night. 

"Whew, look at the time." Jacob checked the time on his new watch, "Don't you look pretty with our cum all over you." 

Terry grabbed Mac's right arm, twisted it behind his back and followed suit with the left. They folded his shirt, tied it around his head to cover his eyes, and walked him out to the truck, naked and cum covered. 

"Where are we goi. . ."

Jacob pinched the top of Mac's dick, "You'll like it, I promise."

The brothers took turns stroking Mac's stiff cock, squeezing hard at the base when he looked like he would cum. The truck shuddered to a halt just as Mac thought he was going to blow his load on someone's hand.

"Last stop, cum boy." Terry said, slapping the head of Mac's dick with a small rubber whip. 

"He sure looks like one of those glazed doughnuts, doesn't he?" Jacob chuckled, flicked a piece of dry cum off Mac's shoulder, and worked him out of the truck. 

The brothers shouldered Mac up a short flight of stairs, giggling like10 year olds when they hauled him to a stop. Hot hands roved his body. He felt a wet mouth drawing him to a full 9 ½ inches. His prick bucked and danced, begging for release. 

"Thanks for the night you little cum whore." The brothers laughed. 

Mac was left thrusting into empty air. His legs were trembling. He took a deep breath, and leaned over to try and shake the shirt off his face. He felt something hard and cool touch his ass. It was a wall, he backed up against it sending a quick thanks to God for something to hold him up. 

"Sonofabitch!" The wall disappeared. He stumbled backwards, simultaneously swinging his arms to get rid of the restraints and flipping his head to dislodge the blindfold. 

Disoriented, he spun and landed hard on his knees, his rock-hard erection slapped against the marble floor. His body erupted, sending a thick spray of cum several feet in front of him as hundreds of heads turned his direction, and a priest called for celebration. Mac raised his head just in time to see Mr. & Mrs. Kevin Patterson take their first steps husband and wife.



Wedding Bell Blues



(Jenn)

"No way! There is no way I'm going to do that."

"Oh shut up and suck it up," was the most printable of the replies I received. I looked over all the faces before me. These were supposed to be my friends? My closest friends in the whole world? I saw no mercy, no hint of yielding. Just drunken determination on their faces.

Oh, what the hell. It was a good thing I was drunk myself. I managed to climb up on the platform and stood there, weaving back and forth a bit. Someone, Carol, my so-called best friend, shoved the instrument in my hand. I looked at it. Round and black, about ten inches long, it didn't appear to be a weapon of humiliation but that's what it was. Carol pushed the rounded tip up to my lips and turned me slightly towards the Huge TV type screen hanging on the wall.

"Oh NO, Carol. Not THAT! Please."

"It's appropriate, Jenn. Stop sniveling and do it."

I glared at her. Then I shrugged, mentally anyway. I took a deep breath as the music sounded around us...

"I'm getting married in the morning! Ding dong the bells are gonna chime!" I sang, following the words on the screen.

Well, I was drunk enough that I didn't sound too bad at all, at least to my own ears. I didn't care that my friends were throwing things and pretending, I hoped, to stop up their ears to my singing. And after all, Carol was right. I WAS getting married in the morning. Fortunately, not too early, thank you Lord. And this was my bachelorette party. I might as well enjoy it. No male stripper, thank you for that too, but lots of beer and wine and the chance to embarrass the heck out of me, the bride-to-be, with karaoke.

I thought again, what the hell. I snatched up a half-full pitcher of beer from one of the tables and launched into the second verse. When the song came to its conclusion I tipped the pitcher up and put it to my lips and drank the remainder.

Shortly after that things got fuzzy. I couldn't understand why Carol was trying to stand beside herself. Since she wasn't supposed to be drinking, I thought that it was mighty silly of her. I tried pushing the two of her back into one image but it didn't work. Oh well.

Just as things seemed to finally be getting going, Carol declared that the party was over and it was time to get me to bed. Party pooper. If I could have stood up by myself I would have told her to go away. But I couldn't, so I let her help me towards the elevator. Considering it was all her idea, she seemed to get upset when I insisted on telling everyone that we saw, whether I knew them or not, that I was getting married in the morning. I guess she was tired of my singing.

I shut up though when suddenly Billy Reese popped up in front of us. I was drunk, but not so drunk that I didn't know that this was going to be trouble.

Billy Reese was a handsome, well-off guy. He had been in the same high school class as Carol, me and my soon-to-be-husband Phillip. When we all graduated he went on to college in the capital, the arch-rival school of the University that Carol and I attended while my Phillip enlisted in the Marines.

I had been happy to see Billy go far, far away. He had ignored me throughout much of high school. It was only when Phillip and I became a couple that he suddenly became interested in me. I knew it wasn't for me. I have a pretty good opinion of myself. I'm attractive without being as pretty as Carol, who is a really lovely girl. But Billy and Phillip had always been rivals, and not friendly ones at that. Billy was smug and superior and I didn't like him for beans. He hit on me a lot; I was sure because nothing would have pleased him more than to take me away from Phillip.

Of course that wasn't going to happen. First, I'm not stupid. I knew that if I ever gave in to him, Billy would spend a night with me and then dump me like last week's garbage. He didn't want me; he wanted a victory over Phillip.

Second and of utmost importance, I had loved Phillip since I was 13 years old. Nothing and nobody was going to keep me from him. He was better looking than Billy, stronger, smarter; hell, he was even taller than Billy. And he loved me. We had exchanged high school rings during our junior year, the very moment we got them.

Phillip had stood by me after my parents were killed in a car accident the summer before our senior year. I was an only child of only children and I sank into a deep depression and pretty much ignored him for months. He waited, offering comfort when he could, and respecting my need to wrestle with my pain when I needed to be alone.

He and Carol had pulled me through. Even when I ignored him, sunk in my own gloom, Phillip was the rock I knew I could lean on when I would let myself do that. Carol, she was my closest friend and became pretty much my sister. She had to; I spent that last year of high school living with her and her family.

After the funeral of my parents I had ended up a ward of the state. I didn't turn 17 for another month, when I could have applied for legal emancipation. So I was sitting in the office of a harried social worker who was trying to place me in a foster home when Carol's mom marched onto the scene. She hugged me, took my hand and announced that I was coming home to live with them. Any questions could be referred to Judge Callender of the Superior Court who had already signed the custody papers. She didn't wait for questions, but took me to the sprawling house where Carol lived with her parents and her four siblings and installed me in the second bed in Carol's room.

Between Carol's family and Phillip I had all the love a person needed. I certainly didn't need Billy Reese. Fortunately, neither did Carol.

"What do you want, Reese?" she snapped.

Giving his most ingratiating smile, and giving the devil his due, it was pretty darn ingratiating, he said "I just wanted to give the bride a little kiss. Since my invitation seems to have got lost in the mail, I thought tonight would be appropriate."

Carol was as immune to Billy's charm as I was. Drunk or sober I wanted nothing to do with him. She knew that. She started to give him a glare and then stopped and pasted on the sweet smile she had copied from her mom. That was the smile that told everyone in a three block radius to start running like hell.

"Awwwww, Billy, that's so nice. You want to give ME a little kissy-wissy first?"

Arrogant Billy was, stupid he wasn't. He took a step back, before recalling his reputation as a bad-ass. Backing down before a woman, even a woman cop like Carol, would be bad for it. So he tried to bluster his way through.

"Well, I would, but then you might not ever want to kiss your husband again and he might get upset. I wouldn't want that." 

"Oh," purred Carol. "I doubt that would be an issue. However, I'm already tired of seeing you around here. So we won't wait for Roger." Her voice dropped and in a quiet tone she added, "How about I just kick your butt right now?"

Billy paled. Carol was the one who could do it. But she was giving him an out by not challenging him loudly and he took it. Turning away with a mutter, he left. Carol guided me into the elevator. Then I heard him mutter something like "I could have had her if I had wanted."

I SHOULD have let him go, but I couldn't. "Billy," I yelled. When he turned around, his phone in his hand and a scowl on his face I let him have it. "Billy Reese, you have never had me, you could never have me and it will always be the same until Hell freezes over. Now, fuck you! Phillip is my man."

Having made my announcement, Carol and I sort of staggered into the elevator and then down the hallway to my room. I was drunk enough for the two of us so it wasn't easy. Then, just as Carol opened the door, the beer really hit me and I felt my stomach turn over. I made a frantic dash for the bathroom. I almost made it.

Carol had to get my clothes off, all of them right down to my shoes, and throw a hotel bathrobe around me. I had wiped my mouth with my hand, so she had even taken off my watch and engagement ring and laid them on the counter to clean them. She was washing my face when another familiar voice sounded.

"Carol? Jenn? Are you all in here?"

"In the bathroom Roger," Carol called to her former partner, now her husband. "Jenn way overdid the alcohol. We need to get her to bed." She wet a towel and draped it around my neck and sat me on the commode.

"Okay, but I'm thinking we need to do that somewhere else."

"What is it?" asked Carol.

"I saw Billy Reese down in the lobby, talking to Clara Wilkerson at the desk. You know they've both been at odds with Phillip, and Jenn too, for a long time and for the same reason. Clara has always wanted Phillip. She works here and somehow the sight of the two of them whispering does not set well with me. Call me paranoid, but I wouldn't put it past them to try something nasty."

"You're right," agreed Carol. "But where?"

"Remember what your mom did the night before our wedding?"

"Oh yes. Great idea. How are we going to do it?"

"Already done," I could hear the smugness in Roger's voice.

It was a good idea. Even as drunk as I was I remembered that Carol's mom heard that the rest of Roger and Carol's shift planned to drag him out for the whole night before their wedding, get him stinking drunk and deliver him to the church five minutes before the ceremony. She reserved a room under her maiden name of "Morrison" and Roger got a good night's sleep, and truth be told, a nice snuggle with Carol as yours truly, the maid of honor, watched out for them. So I went with them as they peeked out, checked the hall and rushed me down two floors to another room.

I wanted to figure out a way to call Phillip and tell him about the switch. He was planning on sneaking up to my room after I got everyone else safely away. I wanted some serious snuggles with him, and also was planning on giving him the last blow job he would get as a single man. Tomorrow night we would finally have all out, hard-core all-the-way sex. I was damn well ready and I knew he was too.

I hoped the lessons I had got from Carol and her Mom about sex would be as effective as the training I had been given on blow jobs. When I had first tried to go down on Phillip I had strangled on his cock and darn near bit him in the process. I had been in tears when I got home that night. When Carol asked me what the problem was and I told her, she grinned and told me she could fix it. 

Well, it seems she had the same problem with Roger. Her mom, who was a good bit more sexually aware than most of us ever think moms are, had taught Carol how to suck using a banana. So she did the same for me. It took a while, but when I next went down on Phillip I was a champ. The last month or two my lessons had been covering even more intimate actions. 

I tried to stay awake until Carol and Roger left. I suppose I managed that for all of about ten seconds. Maybe. Actually I think I passed out the moment I hit the bed.

********************

(Phillip)

I was sneaking glances at my watch, waiting for the call from Jenn that the coast was clear. Yes, I know it's supposed to be bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding but I wasn't worried. It's not like Jenn and I could see much more of each other than we already had.

I guess I had been in love with Jenn pretty much my entire life. She doesn't have model good looks or a killer bod, but she's pretty, with long black hair and sparkling black eyes. What may be most appealing is that she doesn't realize just how attractive she is, nor how many guys would love to get hold of her.

We had started dating in high school and by our junior year we were going steady. Our sex life was pretty imaginary, but the imagining was getting quite strong by graduation night.

Up until then we had confined ourselves pretty much to kissing and some occasional heavy petting. We would touch each other and strive to make each other feel good. Once Jenn had attempted to suck me off, but she had choked at the first attempt to go down on me and that had ended that. We knew we wanted to get married and had decided we could wait until things were just right before having real sex.

After the ceremonies at the football field we had slipped away in my old pickup truck and driven to our favorite parking area overlooking the recreation park's lake. We had snuggled and then begun kissing. I had unbuttoned her blouse and had slid one hand inside the bra she had unfastened for me when her hand touched my cock through my pants. She unfastened my belt and unzipped my pants. Sliding her left hand down inside my underwear she pulled my cock and began to stroke it.

"Oh, Jenn," I managed to groan. Her fingers were gentle but insistent and it felt so good. I closed my eyes and leaned back against the seat, enjoying her ministrations. I forced my eyes open, hoping that she was doing something to herself with her other hand. I found that so incredibly exciting when she would slide her hand up under her skirt and touch herself. Not that I didn't enjoy doing that myself, but I was perfectly willing to admit, to myself anyway, that it probably felt much better when she did herself.

Then she surprised me. My eyes really popped open when I felt her warm breath on the head of my cock and then her tongue. I really gave a groan as she teased the tip, licking lightly at the slit. All I could see was the top of her head and all I could feel were her lips sliding slowly down my cock, which by this time was as hard and throbbing as I had ever known it.

I expected her to gag. She didn't. Her mouth filled more and more with my cock, until she had completely engulfed it. Her lips tight against my raging hard-on, she began to slide up and down, slowly at first, then faster and faster. I could feel the suction increase and I realized she was sucking deeply as her head bobbed wildly up and down.

"Jenn, Holy SHIT, JENN!" I tried to warn her I was about to come, but she ignored my warning. Instead, she slid her head all the way down until I could feel the air from her nostrils on my groin. I couldn't hold back. I gave a loud cry, my balls emptied themselves and I shot my cum into her mouth.

I felt wonderful. I was also troubled. How she had learned to suck a cock like that I didn't have any idea, but apparently the lessons hadn't included spitting. She swallowed my cum as fast as I could pour it out.

When we were done, she licked her lips and grinned before snuggling close to me. I wrapped her up in my arms

"What? How?" I stammered a couple of times as I tried to find the words to delicately ask my girl how in the world she had managed to go from gagging to what she had just done to me. I couldn't find them. Any way I tried to phrase the question seemed to come out as an accusation. This was my Jenn. I knew she hadn't, couldn't, cheat on me. Not her. And not withy that sparkling hint of mischief in her eyes instead of guilt. Jenn was as transparent as clear glass. She never stifled her feelings. I always knew just what she was thinking. Didn't I?

I dismissed my worries. Fair was fair after all. Some discreet talks with my married older sister and the careful perusal of "The Joy of Sex" were about to be tested. I pushed Jenn back onto the seat, my fingers lifting her skirt. It was awkward, but by draping her left leg over my shoulder and stretching her right over the transmission tunnel I was able to spread her wide enough to bend over and start kissing her right on the middle of her panties. Panties which were already quite wet. Panties that I decided had to go.

If I had been surprised, Jenn was flabbergasted when I pulled her white cotton panties down her legs far enough for me to be able to reach her black curls with my mouth and tongue. Yes, I had fingered her before, and yes, I certainly had seen her pussy, both when I touched her and when she fingered herself for me, but I had certainly never gone down on her. Oh I had always wanted to; I just wanted to get it right.

Somewhere I had read that the more they have sex, the slower men are to cum and the faster girls are to climax. You couldn't tell that from Jenn. The very first touch of my tongue against her and she squealed "Phillip!" and began to buck her hips up to me. As always in our making out, the more excited she got the more it turned me on. It really was amazing that we had managed to refrain from going all the way.

I used my tongue to stroke up and down, flattening it into her opening, then finding her entrance and pressing the tip inside of her. It was amazing. I could feel her quivering all over and her gasps and moans drove me wild. Besides, I found out that her taste was incredible. Other guys had boasted of eating their girlfriends, but also complained that "Cunt tasted awful". Either their girlfriends didn't keep themselves clean or they were idiots. I thought Jenn tasted wonderful.

I rolled my eyes and lifted my head just enough to sneak a peek at Jenn. She had her eyes closed and a dreamy expression on her face. Her blouse was open, her bra pushed down and her hands were massaging her breasts, squeezing them and rubbing over them. Her lips were moving. I had to strain to hear her. She was repeating my name over and over again.

I wiggled my tongue up to find her clit. I had touched her there before but she had never responded as she did now. I licked it, feeling it roll under my tongue, and she went wild. Jenn cried out and slammed her hips up, grinding herself against my face. I could feel her wetness running to me and dripping into my mouth. Since she had swallowed I thought it only fair I did too. She reached down and grabbed my head, arching under me. Feeling her clit throb against my tongue, I lashed it back and forth until she let out an actual scream and shook violently before collapsing limply in the seat.

I shook my head, trying to clear those memories which were giving me quite an enormous erection. Not that I minded it, but I needed to save it. Jenn and I had agreed that tonight would be snuggling only. We both wanted to be a fever pitch when we arrived at our honeymoon destination.

I checked my watch. She should have called by now. I slipped from my car, which was hidden in the back of the hotel parking lot, and trotted up to the front door. The side door would have been nice but at this time of night it was locked. I peeked in, seeing no one I recognized. That was good, since Clara Wilkerson, a pal and sometimes date of Billy Reese, often worked the front desk. I already had a key card for the room, so I walked quickly across the lobby and got into the elevator.

No one was in the hallway. I all but ran down the hallway to the correct door and inserted the card. The light turned green and I pushed the door open. Rather, I tried to open the door. It moved only a couple of inches and then it was caught by the safety chain. What the hell? All I could see was a partial view of the hallway and a glimpse of the bath. The hallway wasn't telling me anything but I could see clothing piled in the bathroom. There was a bra on top of a pair of jeans. They were Jenn's jeans; I recognized the patch she had sewn over the back pocket. And what was the shinning spot on the counter. It was a ring, light glinting off a diamond. It looked to me like Jenn's engagement ring, although I couldn't tell for sure.

What I could tell for sure was the sounds of passion coming from the bedroom area. The gasps, the moans, the panting. The slap of two bodies together. Someone was having sex back there, raw, powerful sex. As I struggled to grasp the situation I heard a familiar voice. 

"Billy... fuck... me."

Billy? My head swam and I saw red. Billy Reese? It couldn't be. Then I heard him laugh. It was a rich full laugh, full of confidence. I had never liked Billy; we had always clashed, like two male animals striving to be the Alpha Male. But now I hated him. 




Wedding Bell Blues



"Talk to me Jennifer. Tell me who I am."

"You... my man. Have me." Came her voice in broken words, punctuated by the rthymatic slapping of bodies together.

And what about that wimp you were going to marry? Tell me about him you slut."

"Phillip... never had me... you... until Hell freezes over."

I had heard all I could take. I eased the door closed and fled, from the hotel, to my car. I sat there, trying to come to grips with what I had just seen, what I had just heard. 

What could have possessed Jenn to do this? On THIS, the eve of our wedding. And with Billy Reese, the man we both had always despised. Something deep inside me grew hot. I could feel my anger building, about to explode. But one thing I had learned in the Corps was self-control. I sat on my anger and tamped it down. Flying off the handle was not the answer. I needed to find what the situation was before I acted. I needed answers and I knew the best way to find them. I would. And when I did, heads would roll.

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(Jenn)

Oh God. What was that horrible loud noise? The sound echoed through my head, encouraging the wee people who were busily hammering the inside of my skull. One good thing about that, I suppose. They took my mind off the awful taste in my mouth and the upheaval in my stomach.

I managed to sit up in bed and glared banefully at the clock clicking away on the table. I would have smashed it except the thought of the noise THAT would make made my headache even worse. It was kind of a neat idea to toy with though.

Oh SHIT. Was that time right? I needed to get up. I needed to get moving. I needed to... I fell back onto the bed. I needed to sleep for about 48 hours. Maybe I would wake up and find myself married and in the Bahamas.

Married? MARRIED! I staggered up and made for the shower. I climbed in the tub, gritted my teeth and turned the water on. Cold. I moaned but I made myself stand there as the cobwebs began to clear. Finally I added hot water and scrubbed myself.

I climbed out. Right on cue the room door opened and a cup of hot coffee was thrust into my hands. I drank, feeling the coffee burn the fuzz from my throat.

"Going to live?"

I glared at Carol. "Some best friend you are. I hope Roger made sure that Phillip feels as bad as I do." I stopped and thought. "Wait, no, didn't I see him here last night?"

"You did and he'll be here shortly with your clothes. And breakfast. And," she looked sheepish, "I'm sorry about last night. It just got carried away. However you may be happy to know that I spent all night holding your hair and your hand and shot to heck a romantic night my husband and I had planned."

"Well it makes me fell better," I admitted. I looked at my hands holding the cup as I took a deeper swallow. "Oh GOD!"

"What?"

"Where's my ring?" I was in a panic.

"I've got it," came a familiar male voice. Roger backed into the room, holding a tray in his hands. "You left it in your original room last night when you got sick." He started to turn around and then quickly looked the other way. "Jenn? Would you mind getting some clothes on? At least a robe until you can put on this stuff Carol had me get from the house."

"Oops." I scrambled into a hotel robe. Roger set the tray down. With a second cup of coffee warming my tummy the food was actually beginning to smell appetizing. I guessed I was going to live. Roger dropped a bundle of my clothes on the bed and fled. "By the way," I started to eat and for the first time since I had opened my eyes I began to fell human, "What did Roger mean my 'original room'?"

Carol explained what had happened, apologizing again for letting me get that drunk last night. I ate rapidly, gave an extremely unlady-like belch and climbed into the jeans and pull-over top. I pulled on the running shoes and we headed for home, knowing that time was extremely short.

Carol's mom took charge as she always did when a crisis loomed. She got me dressed, got my hair and make-up done. She supervised the rest of the bridal party, including a long look at a certain Matron of Honor that promised a LONG ass-chewing to her oldest daughter. Finally she bundled us all up and carried us to the church, installing me all by myself in a small room off the vestibule. Thank goodness there was a chair for me to collapse into.

I watched the clock. An hour to go. Just the second hand sweeping around the dial was making me excited and feeling better as that excitement took my mind off my hangover. Then the door opened and Phillip slipped in, closing the door softly behind him. I sprang to my feet, okay, slowly levered myself is more like it, and was about to throw my arms around him when I noticed two things. First, he was still in the same clothes I had seen him in yesterday and second, he looked AWFUL. He was unshaven and his eyes were bloodshot. And when I looked deeply into those eyes I could see something else, something that nearly scared me. Of course I could never be scared of Phillip but I could see anger burning deeply in him and wondered what in Heaven's name could have him in such a state.

He took my hands. "Jenn, we need to talk."

******************************************

(Billy)

"A toast!" I cried aloud. "To the happy couple." I tipped up the beer mug and let the cold fluid pour down my throat. This was a time to celebrate. I finally had got the opportunity to pay back Phillip and I must admit it was a stroke of genius on my part. It shows what happens when you grab what just falls into your lap.

I hadn't liked Phillip Harding since I had first met him and I had liked him less and less as the years went by. He had never shown me the respect I deserved. He was so sure of himself, and why? What did he have? He never had my clothes, my cars, or my style. But somehow he thought he was better than me. And that damn girlfriend of his! I offered her the greatest thrill known to women, ME, and she not only turned me down, she laughed in my face. More than once. Sure I just wanted to fuck that skinny, black-haired female to show up that asshole Phillip but she would have loved it. I know how to pleasure a woman.

Wasn't it lucky that I just happened to have my phone on when that bitch told me off. I recorded it as a matter of course. I thought about kicking her ass right there but I didn't want to get involved with that cunt cop friend. Not that she worried me of course; I just didn't want her to drag her husband into it. Or her dad or mom. There was a couple that thought their shit didn't stink just because they were high up in the Sheriff's Department. Why my parents could buy and sell them ten times over.

Well, I'm smart. I figured, with a little help from Clara, how to download Jenn's words onto a computer, separate them and then string them together to say what I wanted. I knew that Phillip would be coming over later; someone overheard Jenn talking to him on the phone. When I got tipped off about the Wilsons moving Jenn to another room, I got Clara to give me a spare key card to the original one. I looked in there and lo and behold, what did I find? Jenn's clothes and her engagement ring, right where they had left them when she threw up all over them. I cleaned off the ring and set it so that it, and Jenn's jeans and panties, placed so the upchuck didn't show, right where they could be seen from the door. Then I got Clara up there and waited. 

When Clara's co=worker at the desk called to say that Phillip was on the way up, we put my plan in motion. I let Clara get on top so I could monitor the situation and play back the tape we had made. I couldn't even keep from laughing out loud as I fooled that lunkhead into thinking his precious Jenn was fucking me.

I was pretty proud of that. I was also proud that I gave Clara her reward too. When I heard the door close I rolled her over and did her right. Why I must have fucked her for almost five minutes before popping off into her. I know she appreciated that. Not many guys have THAT kind of stamina.

I looked over at her to see if she was still glowing from last night. She wasn't. In fact, she was staring over my shoulder with an expression of panic. I started to turn to see what was going on when the chair I had my feet propped up on was jerked out and someone sat down.

Oh CRAP. It was Phillip. I figured he would still be dusting up with his hopefully EX-fiancee. What the hell was he doing here? I thought maybe I would not take the time to find out, but when I tried to push my chair back it wouldn't move. I looked up and back, right into the face of Roger Wilson. Double crap.

"Why Johnny Ringo, you look like someone just walked over your grave," said Phillip.

Who the fuck was Johnny Ringo? Was Phillip going psycho? I mean, he had been a Marine for Chrissake. Everyone knew they were trained killers and all that. I better talk fast.

"Hey, she came on to ME, Phillip. I wouldn't have done anything but she made me. I..."

"Oh shut the fuck up, Billy. I must admit, you nearly had me. I got so upset it took most of the night to stop and THINK. Then I realized that although it was Jenn's voice, it sounded really strange. So I did the only logical thing."

"What was that?" I couldn't help but ask.

"He came to see me." Oh brother. Jenn sat down next to Clara and smiled at me. I didn't like that smile. I tried to think of something to say, but I couldn't.

"That's what you do when you love someone, you know," commented Phillip. "You don't go off half-cocked, you don't do anything rash. When something seems terribly wrong, you go talk to them and find out what the answer might be."

"I have to confess, I knew I had run across you Billy, but I was too drunk then to remember what I said to you."

"Fortunately," came another female voice, "I wasn't." Carol Wilson dropped into the chair on the other side of Clara. I noticed that except for Clara, everyone else who had been sitting here seemed to be gone. Chicken-shits.

"I thought and recited to Phillip what Jenn had said, before he told me what he had heard through the door. The words were the same, just rearranged."

"The delay between some of the words and the slight hiss I heard made me realize you had tried to set us up. Jenn was never in bed with you last night. She was passed out in the other room, with Carol keeping watch on her."

"Hey, maybe they were in on it together." I tried hard. "Carol was covering for her. And Roger too."

"Gee, let's see, who to believe. The guy I despise most in the world as a loud mouth arrogant ass with nothing to be arrogant about, or the girl I love and my two best friends." Phillip looked at his watch. "Well, enough time wasted. We had the wedding, took all the pictures and ostensibly we are just a little delayed on the way to our reception. Jenn was there anything you wanted to add?"

Jenn scooped up the pitcher of beer and in one movement poured it over Clara's head. "No honey, I think that's it. I think you had something though."

I looked at Phillip. It was a mistake. I heard Clara squawking but didn't pay any attention to her. All I could see was Phillip's fist coming closer and closer and...

***************************************

(Jenn)

I wiggled on the blanket spread over the sand, the hot sun beating down on my back. I sighed happily as a firm but gentle hand rubbed lotion onto my back.

"What?" I could feel Phillip's smile, as warm as the sun.

"I'm just glad you didn't damage your hand on that asshole."

"Well, he went down and stayed down with that one punch. I suppose I could have hit him again but I had made my point. Besides, he wouldn't have felt it anyway."

I giggled deep in my throat. "And then you might have had to have that hand iced at the reception instead of just on the plane coming here."

He laughed back. "Aren't you glad I stopped using the ice before we got to the hotel?"

Oh my God, yes I was. People talk about the wedding night, but from the moment we had been, relatively speaking, alone on the flight here, the tension had grown between us. In the hotel limo we had held each other's hand tightly because if we had touched any more we might have gone at it right in front of the other passengers. The check-in took forever, the walk down the hall to our room an eternity. Then finally the door closed behind us and we were alone.

Phillip's hands rested lightly on my shoulders, his thumbs rubbing gentle little circles on the sides of my neck that made me shiver. I reached back and tried to touch his hips as lightly as he touched me. But I couldn't. I gripped him, my breathing getting faster. We had waited for years for this moment and it was finally here.

I turned, slowly, allowing my husband's hands to slide down my body. Now they were on my breasts and even through my dress and bra I could feel their warmth. They tightened and I lifted my face to him. 

"Please," I whispered.

His mouth descended on mine. He kissed me as though he had never kissed me before in our entire lives. His tongue dueled with mine, and won. I all but collapsed against him, moaning into his open mouth. His fingers found the zipper of my dress and it fell to the floor. I felt the clasps on my bra give way. My own hands were pulling his shirt from his slacks. He took a moment to pull it over his head and I shook my bra down my arms and flung it aside before I reached for his belt.

I pushed his slacks down and he kicked them away. Now only his briefs, straining with his cock, and my panties, soaked with my own excitement, separated us. He kissed me again and scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the bed. He stood there, then lowered me, one arm before the other so my head and shoulders touched the bed first. As he released my hips his fingers caught my panties and drew them down my legs. Another quick movement and he was nude.

I stretched out on the bed, lifting my arms to him. I wanted him. God, I wanted him so much. My legs parted and then he was on top of me, covering me with his firm muscular body.

There was no more foreplay. I wanted him in me, now, as much as I knew that he ached to be there. The head of his cock pressed between my swollen pussy lips. I wondered briefly it would hurt. There was just a moment of resistance to him and if it DID hurt I was so lost in the moment I didn't notice it. His hips thrust and finally, FINALLY for the first time in my life, he penetrated deep inside of my body.

"My woman," Phillip whispered as his eyes met mine.

"My Man," I replied. My man. The only man who ever was going to have me. The only man I ever wanted.

MY sexy new husband rose up on his hands and braced his arms. Slowly at first, he began to move in and of me. Just a little each way at the start, soon he was pulling back and thrusting the entire length of his cock inside me. I began to meet him each time his hips pushed down and in, driving in further. He speeded up and I matched him. 

Our bodies were covered in a little sheen of perspiration now. Our breathing grew ragged. My heart beat as though it was going to jump from my chest. A delicious warmth was building deep within me each time Phillip bottomed in me. It spread through my entire body. My moans were no longer inaudible, they were becoming louder, as were his gasps for air. Spasms were running through my body. I felt like an earthquake was about to happen.

And then it did. I was thrashing under my man, crying out his name as he plunged into me and held there. I felt his hot wetness flooding me and I matched it with a rush of my own juices. The shocks and then the aftershocks were like nothing I had ever felt before, but I knew that I would again and again as the years went on.

A low laugh right in my ear broke through my memories.

"Jenn? You're squirming and your heart rate is speeding up. Something you want to share with me?"

I rolled onto my side and looked up at the handsome, grinning face of my husband. Springing to my feet I started up the beach towards our hotel.

"I do indeed, and you better gather everything up and get moving. If I get to the room before you I might just start by myself. But I think it would be better if you were there."

He was, by the way. And it was not only better, it was fantastic.

(The End) 

(The quote Phillip mocks Billy with in the confrontation scene is from Val Kilmer's marvelous portrayal of Doc Holliday in the movie "Tombstone". Thanks to my friend and editor Marian for putting up with me for so long and for not even sighing when i tell her I'vce lost yet again another copy of a story and she digs it up for me.) 



Wedding Belle



My name is Sandy Baker. In school I got teased because Sandy could be considered a girl's name. I got picked on a lot actually. I was a bit short, never grew beyond 5'5", and always too skinny. While most people have trouble losing weight, I am one of those people that had the opposite problem. No matter how hard I tried, I could never seem to get any bigger. So as a child and a teen, I got pushed around and teased a lot by the big bullies in our school. Nor was I strong enough to do much about it.

Out of high school I got a job at a law office called Clayton, Ludlow and Berringer. At first it was just filing paperwork, and then I began entering things into the computer system, and answering phones. Although I hate to admit it, over time the position evolved into the role of a legal secretary. I did typing, and administrative work for the firm's fifty attorneys. It wasn't a great job, but it wasn't a bad one either. It paid me just enough to take care of my small apartment.

While I was at CL&B, I met Cindy. Cindy Benge. One of the attorneys at the firm. When she started working there she was just out of Boston Law School. You couldn't help but notice her. All the men did. Cindy was an absolute knockout. One of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen. She was about five years older than me, and as statuesque as a model, 5'10", with shoulder length golden blonde hair, a face like the actress Naomi Watts, and a figure as voluptuous as a Playboy bunny. When she strutted through the office in her knee length skirts and 3" patent leather heels, the way her hips swayed back and forth, it sent shock waves through the entire office. Papers blew up on desks, and men's heads turned like they were pulled on a string. 

I could tell that Cindy was quite hip to the leering looks and snide sexual comments the male attorneys made about her, so she turned her nose up at them. She didn't give them the time of day. Funny though, whenever she needed something filed or typed, she gave me a huge smile, one that practically knocked me out of my chair.

Every man in the building seemed like they were trying to get Cindy into bed, well, that was, except for me. Which was maybe why she talked to me. I was non-threatening.

As Cindy was new, and the women seemed put off by her appearance, I noticed the first couple weeks that she worked at CL&B, she kept pretty much to herself. She ate her lunch alone in the cafeteria, or brought her lunch and sat outside under a tree with a book.

One day while she was outside reading, I was going to eat outside too, but grew nervous when I saw her. I didn't want her to think I was just like all the other guys and just out to flirt with her. So I quietly found a bench outside on the other side of the square, sat and began to eat.

Much to my surprise, Cindy seemed to notice my presence, picked up her lunch and her book, and strutting straight for me, asked if she could join me.

"Sure," I mumbled, almost choking on my tuna fish sandwich.

She sat on the bench. I noticed she was reading Paradise Lost by John Milton. Not exactly light fare.

"How long have you worked here Sandy?" she asked, sipping her Starbucks coffee.

"Five years," I said quietly, brushing crumbs off my slacks.

"You're like me. You don't seem to have any friends in the office."

I shrugged. "The associates all hang out with the other associates. So do the partners and the other secretaries. I just do my work and go home."

"Well, I could certainly use a friend here," Cindy said smiling, "and I have a feeling you could too."

I blushed and chewed on my sandwich, unsure what to say. I was afraid to open my mouth, and say something stupid, making Cindy change her mind.

"You do a good job," she said, studying me. "But you are so quiet. Are you always so shy?

"Not always," I shrugged. "I just don't know that I'm in your league. I mean, you're an attorney. You're smart, you've got a great career ahead of you. I barely got through high school. I work as a legal secretary. While you're in court, I'm making coffee for attorneys that can't even remember my name... and I've been here for five years."

Cindy smiled at me prettily. "That's the most I've heard you say since I've known you. I think I'm going to like you."

"I don't know why you would even want to waste your time with me. I've got no education... and no future. You've got dozens of handsome, successful, rich men chasing you. For me, renting a movie on Pay-for-View is an exciting night."

The woman laughed. "Most of the men here are stuck up creeps. You're honest. And... I think you're cute."

I almost choked on my potato chips. "Thank you," I replied awkwardly, "Everyone around here seems to think you're quite beautiful."

"What do you think?" she asked softly.

I looked her straight in the eye. "I think you're the most incredible woman I've ever met."

Cindy's flashed me a smile bright as a flash bulb. 

Thus began the start of a beautiful friendship.

When we were at work, I devoted myself to Cindy. I helped her find everything in the law library, and tried as best I could to help her research her cases, most of which had to do with insurance law.

"Pretty boring stuff," she said one night, when we were both working late.

We sat side by side in the law library, each of us on a computer, doing LexisNexis searches for recent court cases on malpractice insurance.

"It's okay," I said. "Are you getting tired? Do you want to go get some coffee?"

"That would be great," Cindy said, stretching and yawning.

The next thing I knew she had her arm around my shoulder. She looked at me, her golden hair in wisps around her pretty face, her eyes glazed with moisture. Then she pulled me to her and kissed me full on the mouth.

In complete shock, I almost swooned in her arms. My lips parted, as she explored my mouth with her lips and tongue. The room was spinning. And I was feeling breathless.

I broke away. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm sorry," Cindy said taking her arm from around my shoulders and moving away. "I didn't mean to attack you. I just had a moment of weakness. That's all."

I gulped and tried to figure out what had just happened. It was incredible just having someone as incredibly beautiful like Cindy just for a friend. To think that she might actually be interested in a shrimp like me... blew my mind.

Suddenly Cindy looked upset, like she might cry. She pushed back her chair, and excused herself. "I'm sorry. I'll see you tomorrow Sandy."

Like a complete idiot I sat there, in total shock, not having a clue what to do. Later as I drove home to my apartment I kicked myself for being such a slow-thinking, dim-witted clod. Why hadn't I kissed her back? What if I've now insulted her, and never got another chance?

The following day Cindy seemed slightly aloof to me. She avoided my desk all day. Finally I went around to her office, and asked her if I could get her some coffee.

"No thank you Sandy. I don't need a thing," she said, concentrating on her computer, not looking me in the eye.

"W-what are you doing for lunch? Could we eat outside together? It's a beautiful day. I made us each a salad and I brought you some strawberries and cantaloupe, that I know you'll like."

Cindy shook her head and tried not to smile. "Sandy, I'm sorry about yesterday. I just needed a hug, that's all."

"Please. Can we talk about this later, at lunch?" I asked, looking around, afraid one of the other secretaries would over-hear us.

Still not looking at me, she replied, "I'll think about it."

When I got back to my desk I had e-mailing waiting. My heart leapt when I saw that it was from Cynthia Benge. "Meet me outside at 12:15."

I sighed with relief. Maybe I would get another chance after all.

Later, after we sat outside on the bench and were finished eating, I asked Cindy if she wanted to take a walk in the park beside the office complex. It was a beautiful summer day, and she agreed.

As soon as we were in the trees, Cindy reached out and took my hand.

I stopped and looked at her. "I'm sorry about yesterday," I said. "I was just in a state of shock. You know I adore you. I just didn't think a woman like you could even be attracted to a guy like me that way."

"Shut up, and just hug me," she said.

There on the path in the park surrounded by cool pines, we held each other. Once more Cindy's lips sought out mine. Only this time I was ready. I kissed back.

From that moment on, our relationship changed. We ate quickly each day at lunch and spent the rest of our hour break necking like two teenagers either in the park or in her BMW.

Soon we were spending all our time together. All day at work. Then dinner together. The movies. We went to the local state fair together. Bowling. Volleyball at the YMCA. We signed up for an Insurance Law class together. She read me selections of poetry. And I would cook for her. I loved doting on her, doing whatever I could to make her smile, and the easiest way seemed to be through her stomach. I was a fairly good chef, and made her shrimp with pasta... chicken with rice... she loved spinach salads with mushrooms and a ranch salad dressing that I made myself.

The only thing that was at all odd, or should have given me an omen of things to come – was Cindy's request after lunch one day. 

As we strolled back to the office hand in hand, she said, "Muffin," she said. Cindy had this bizarre way of speaking that included calling me all of these silly pet names. She asked, "Would you do something for me?" 

"Anything," I said.

"I want you to grow out your hair." She ran her fingers through my short dark locks. "You have such pretty hair. I'll bet if you grew it out longer, it would be beautiful."

I shrugged. "Sure," I said. It would save me money on haircuts. And if it Cindy think I looked more attractive with long hair, so much the better.

When it came to intimacy, Cindy could kiss like a teenager. But she stopped at first base. She admitted she was not a virgin (and I admitted that I was), but that she did not want our relationship to become sexual unless we were married.

"Sandy, I really do want to get closer to you. I want to sleep with you. But I've made those kinds of mistakes before, and I'm never going to make them again."

Six months later, one night at Cindy's beautiful loft apartment in the city, while we were smooching on her sofa, I could tell that she was getting extremely aroused. Her breathing was coming faster and faster. She seemed to be gurgling, groaning in frustration and anguish.

Pushing me down on the couch, she climbed on top of me, and kissing me passionately, she began to gyrate her pelvis against my hip bone. Her hips thrust against me, faster and faster. She rubbed her pubic area against me, round and round, till finally she froze... arched her back... closed her eyes and gasped.

After a blissful pause, she collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily. Finally she seemed to recover, pecked me on the lips, and said, "Darling, that was wonderful. I'm sorry, but I really needed that." She shook her head and giggled. "I feel like I practically raped you."

A few days later, we took off to the beach for the weekend where we'd rented a motel room together. We spent a day sunning on the sand, swimming in the ocean, and eating fresh seafood on the boardwalk.

That night as we strolled hand in hand down the beach in the moonlight, Cindy turned to me, hugged me with her arms around my waist, and said, "Sandy, will you marry me?"

My heart soared like it was airborne. I was shocked, but this time I didn't have to think. I just reacted. "Yes. A thousand times yes," I said.

"Oh darling, you've just made me the happiest woman in the world," Cindy said kissing me deeply. "Let's get married tomorrow. By the justice of the peace. In the morning we'll go shopping for rings, and by tomorrow night – we'll be husband and wife."

"All right," I said happily. I felt so light-headed, it felt like I was floating in a dream.

That night, in our motel room, Cindy put on a sexy, see-through white negligee, and slipped from her bed into mine.

"Now that we're engaged," she said snuggling up beside me. "I don't see why we can't sleep together."

"This is wonderful," I sighed as Cindy wrapped her arm around my shoulder and pulled me to her. 

Somehow our body language felt reversed. Cindy was taller than me, and physically more dominating. The way she pulled my face to the nape of my neck... felt like the way I should be holding her. She held me like a man, with her arms wrapped around my shoulders, running her fingers through my long hair. Something felt backwards, but I sighed and just went with it. I never felt happier or more excited in my entire life.

"Sweetie," Cindy said, climbing on top of me. "I suppose I'm still a little old fashioned, because I still don't think we should have sex until our wedding night. But, you are so cute, you have me so turned on..."

Similar to the night on her couch in the city, she began to rub the crotch of her silk white panties against my hip bone. Listening to her, feeling her grinding against my body, sensing how wet she became, got me quite excited myself.

I was wearing a pair of sweat pants, boys jockey shorts and a white t-shirt. My own sex began to rise, and as Cindy flailed up and down on my thigh, humping me like a dog, my penis began to rub up and down in my shorts. I wanted to thrust it against Cindy's side – but didn't dare. I was too afraid she might think I was perverted, especially since she said didn't want to have sex till our wedding night – tomorrow night!

After about thirty minutes of steamy dirty dancing, eventually Cindy went into over-drive. Her breath came faster and faster, gasping in time with her pussy as it rubbed against my hip. Till finally she cried out softly – froze for long seconds – and collapsed on top of me. For a few minutes she lay, breathing in gasps like she'd just run a marathon.

"Oh God, that was good," Cindy purred. "We are going to have so much fun in bed together. You have no idea my little cherub." She grabbed my cheeks and kissed me greedily, devouring my lips and invading me with her tongue.

"Come here," Cindy said, moving a warm hand across my chest, and down my belly. "Did you like that? Is your thing... hard?" Her fingers slid beneath the waistband of my green Eagles sweat pants... and teased the lip of my white jockey shorts. 

My entire body quivered in anticipation.

"When we kiss... does it make you horny baby?" A lone fingernail explored inside my briefs... scratching at my thin pubic hair. 

"Oh Cindy, you know I love you so much!" I cried.

"Yes pumpkin, I know. But you never try anything." She bit my earlobe. "It makes me wonder if you're really a man at all. Sometimes I think of you more like a girlfriend, than a boyfriend."

"Really!?" I said sitting up a little in bed.

"Yes," Cindy said pursuing me across the sheets, her hand diving into my jockey shorts. "I'm beginning to wonder if you really even have a penis." Her fingers closed around my erection.

"Oh yes!" I gasped.

"Oh no! You really are a girl! I can't find anything!"

I froze. "What!? What are you talking about. Of course I have one!"

She squeezed my erection tighter and tighter, like she had it in a vice. "No, no, I can't seem to find it."

"Cindy, you're hurting me!" I squealed. 

"Oh, I'm sorry..," she giggled, releasing me. "Aw, my poor little baby." Gently she rubbed a finger beneath the tip. "I think maybe I found something."

"Cindy, please don't tease me like this..."

"My goodness," she whispered, rubbing her fingertip lightly up and down the shaft. "You do have one. Here it is. A little one... my girlfriend has a penis. And it's quite hard."

All I could do was moan and groan as I tried thrusting my hips, to rub my aching peter against her hand.

"It's so cute. Like a little baby penis. I feel like I want to put a bow around it," she laughed, giving my penis a parting pat, and withdrawing her hand. "Good night little peepee. I'll see you tomorrow night. We have a date. Now let's go to sleep."

"What!?"

"Come on," she said sliding her arm around my neck and drawing my face to her sheer white chemise and the outline of her smallish breasts. "Time for beddy bye."

"But... but... you have me so turned on. What about me?" I pleaded nervously.

"Tomorrow my darling," Cindy said kissing the top of my head. "Tomorrow I want you to make love to me. On our wedding night. You can do that for me, can't you baby? You can wait a few more hours, can't you?"

"Yes, I suppose," I said gritting my teeth.

Minutes later the rise and fall of Cindy's chest told me she was fast asleep. 

As I lay there beside her, my entire body was so charged up by her sweet touches, that the tent in my shorts was still throbbing. There was no way I was falling asleep. Not until a certain part of my anatomy let loose.

Waiting till deep in the night, still in utter agony, unable to sleep, I slid my right hand slowly from my side to the front of my briefs. Slowly, careful not to wake Cindy, I began to stroke and fondle myself. The more excited I became, and the closer to orgasm, I began to lose control of my body, which began to shake and I began to moan as I was about to...

"Just what do you think you are doing!?" Cindy cried. My movements had awakened her. Instantly she realized my intentions, and grabbed my wrist. "Don't you dare!"

I was so close to cumming that for a few seconds, I tried to break free... just another few strokes and all the pent up energy inside of me would explode.

"NO!" Cindy said, forcefully moving my hand aside.

"Why not!?" I cried. "You had one," I said defiantly.

"What, my fiancée wants to masturbate, when he could have me?"

"Cindy! It's not that at all! I just..."

"You can't wait? You can't wait 24 hours to make love to your wife? Can't you control your own body?"

"Cindy, I couldn't sleep! I thought if maybe I..."

"That you what? That you jerked off into your panties?"

"They're not panties, they're jockey shorts!" Completely mortified, I rolled away from her. I moved to the far side of the bed and lay with my back to her.

Cindy chased after me. "Stop! You're behaving like a little girl." She reached her hand between my legs, grasping my aching erection. "What? You want to explode?"

"YES!"

She let go of my erection, and used both arms to twist me around and return me to nuzzling against her neck. "Stop it! Stop acting like a baby, or I'll treat you like one."

"What, only you are allowed to have orgasms?" I whimpered.

Cindy tapped a finger against my nose. "Someone has to be in control. Because you obviously have no discipline."

For a minute I fumed. So this was the way it would be? I would be forced to submit to her will? This would be our marriage? The rest of my life...

"Stop it," Cindy said, slapping my bottom playfully. "Stop behaving like a spoiled brat. And just go to sleep. I promise you my darling, that waiting will make everything all the sweeter for you tomorrow."

I sighed. It appeared that this would be the life I had signed on for. It would be Cindy's way or the highway. And there wasn't a thing I could do about it. She was older, and smarter, and more powerful in the legal world... she had the better paying job... the nicer apartment, the better car, the better everything.

"All right," I said, twisting my head and kissing Cindy's check. "Whatever you say dear."

Cindy chuckled. "That is the proper reply my sweet strumpet. Good night my love."

Good night my eye. Within ten minutes Cindy was soon fast asleep again, but here it was 3:00 a.m., and I am still wide awake!

Just to be safe, I waited till 4:00 a.m., before attempting to finish relieving myself. As much as I wanted to wait till our wedding night, my body was wound up like a spring. There was just no way I was going to fall asleep, nor did I want to appear groggy and half-asleep on my wedding day, the happiest day of my life. I had to masturbate!




Wedding Belle



Just to be on the safe said, I waited till 4:30 a.m. before attempting another espionage mission inside my underpants.

As Cindy breathed evenly beside me, her arms wrapped about my shoulders, as careful as a soldier picking his way through a mine field, I began to stroke up and down.

This time I was doubly careful not to lose control... not to shake the bed or disturb my very hard-headed fiancée. This would be a controlled orgasm. A purely physical exercise so that I could get some shut-eye.

"Just what on earth do you think you are up to missy!?"

Good grief.

"I can't believe you," Cindy said shaking her head. She climbed out of bed.

"Where are you going? What are you doing?" I said fearfully, wanting to keep touching myself, but afraid of Cindy's wrath.

The light went on in the bathroom. "I can't believe that I'm going to have to do this. But you've given me no choice." I heard her rummaging around in her purse.

Cindy whisked back into the room, looking especially heart-stopping in her sheer white teddy that left so much of her gorgeous, curvaceous body bare. I nearly came in my underpants just looking at her.

In her right hand she carried a white wash cloth. In her left a collection of clear plastic pieces.

Pining me down on the bed with her elbow, she lay several clear curved pieces of plastic between my legs and yanked down my sweatpants and jockey shorts. Holding me like she was a lady wrestler, she pulled my clothes completely off, so that I was bottomless in bed beside her.

Could it be she was going to finally let me have my way... maybe by performing oral sex on me... could it be that this delicious creature that was soon to be my wife was going to let me cum...?

"I'm sorry it had to be this way," she said holding the white wash cloth against my testicles. It was filled with ice! "But you've given me no choice."

I shrieked as she firmly held a handful of ice cubes against my painfully frustrated member. "Calm down, hush my pet," Cindy soothed.

She pulled the ice away, examining my shrunken penis like an old prune. 

"Any smaller, I'll need a magnifying glass," she chuckled. 

"Cindy, that's not fair! Please don't talk about me that way! You're going to give me a complex."

Cindy laughed, infinitely amused by my displeasure. "What? I'm only being honest my darling. It doesn't matter to me that you're on the small side. I've been with hung men before, and most of them are absolutely Neanderthals. No my princess. I much prefer your pretty little penis."

Taking the pieces of clear plastic tubing from the bed she fit a contraption over and around my frozen, shriveled member. It looked sad, like a helmeted prisoner trapped in a tiny, barred cage. Cindy produced a tiny padlock and snapped it through a hole in the ring beneath my balls.

"Don't worry, I have the key."

"I don't understand. What ... why...?"

"It's a CB-2000 chastity device."

"But I can't..."

"You can't masturbate, or even get hard when it's on. That will keep you under control until tomorrow."

"You will take it off tomorrow," I said desperately.

Cindy grinned and kissed me on the cheek. "Of course snookums. Tomorrow is our wedding night. I can't wait to let the little tiger loose."

I tried to smile. All her comments about my endowment were starting to worry me. I wanted desperately to be able to make love to Cindy like any true man would. I wanted to make her scream in ecstasy just the way she did when she humped her pelvis against my hipbone. I wanted desperately to be her man, her lover, the one that pleased her like no other. How could I want anything less? She was the ultimate woman. 

By this time it was 5:00 a.m. Saturday morning. At that point I actually fell off to sleep with my arms and legs entwined with Cindy's. She let me sleep till 11:00, at which time she woke me.

I stretched and yawned. "Can you take that thing off me now?"

Cindy sipped a Starbucks coffee. She was already dressed and had been out to fetch us breakfast. Eggs and pancakes steamed on the little motel room table.

"Come eat first," Cindy said beckoning me to join her. 

"But I don't have any pants on."

"Here," she said throwing me her short white silk robe. "Just put this on."

"But this is yours. I have a robe," I said, meaning, I'd rather wear a man's robe than woman's clothes.

"But mine will look so much sexier on you," Cindy grinned sitting and munching on an English muffin.

To amuse her, and feeling awkward about the chastity device belted to my manhood, I quickly covered myself with her robe.

I sat across from her and helped myself to a ham and cheese omelet. She'd gotten everything, orange juice, home fries, and even French toast down at the diner on the corner.

"You look so cute," Cindy beamed across the table at me. "I love how your hair is getting longer. It's so pretty. I knew you'd have beautiful hair."

I munched thoughtfully. "You're going to take this thing off after we're done eating? So I can get dressed..."

"After you take your shower," Cindy said evasively. 

After my shower, Cindy said, "After you get dressed."

"But I want it off now, so I can get dressed!"

"Just leave it on for now. While we're out shopping, I don't want you trying to run to the men's room to wank yourself."

"Cindy! I would never do that!"

"I don't know, not after the way you behaved last night. I have a feeling you're a regular little masturbator. Do you masturbate a lot? More than once a day?"

"Cindy!" I said red-faced. "Not at all! Never! Once a week that's all, if that much," I lied.

Cindy chewed and nodded, seeing through me. "You're not a very good liar. I have a feeling you're probably playing with yourself a couple times a day. My fiancé, my husband to be, is a dirty little masturbator."

"Cindy! Please don't talk that way!"

"I think you need to leave that thing on there," Cindy said handing me a piece of white silk cloth. "You need to prove to me that you can be trusted."

"What is this?" I asked looking a pair of women's lacey panties.

"I want you to put them on."

"What!? What on earth ever for!?"

Looking exasperated, Cindy cried: "Will you just listen to me for once without an argument! Just put them on! I bought them especially for you. For this weekend. For our wedding day."

"But for God's sake Cindy, women's underwear," I said looking at the tag, "from Victoria's Secrets?"

"Go ahead, and just put them on."

Feeling foolish I stepped into them and pulled them up.

"They look ridiculous," I grumbled. And I did too, with that damnable cage fitted around my crotch.

"Turn around. Look at your tush." I didn't realize it, but the material was completely see through in the rear. "They look adorable on you," Cindy giggled, patted my bottom, and told me to finish getting dressed.

The rest of the day went exactly as Cindy directed. After breakfast in a tiny corner diner, we went into the first jewelry store we could find on the boardwalk. We held hands as we looked among the jewelry cases. Or rather as Cindy looked. She asked me my thoughts on a pear shaped diamond.

"Just pick whatever you like," I said. She obviously knew more about jewelry than I did. "Whatever you want, is fine by me." 

"Are you sure?" Cindy said sharply. "Are you absolutely sure?" 

"Of course!" I said. "I don't know a thing about jewelry. Get what you want."

"So what do you think of this pear shaped diamond?

"I think it looks beautiful."

"You would wear something like that?"

My heart stopped. "That's a woman's ring."

"I thought you didn't know anything about jewelry," she grinned.

"I know enough to know that's a woman's ring. A man's wedding ring doesn't have a stone."

"I'm going to wear the band. I want you to wear the stone.

"But why!?" I cried. "I'm the man."

Cindy chuckled. "Are you so certain of that... my little cupcake?"

I clenched my fists, exasperated. "It's too expensive. It's five thousand dollars. I don't have that much money." In fact, I hardly had any money at all. Just $837 in the bank and $2200 in credit card bills.

Cindy hugged me, infinitely amused. "You needn't worry about that. I'm taking care of everything. I have plenty of cash. So what will it be?" she asked softly. "Do you want me to get the salesperson or not?"

"I hadn't expected you to want me to wear the woman's ring."

"Darling," Cindy said, kissing my cheek, and waving to a smart looking business woman. "You're going to be the wife in this relationship. Haven't you figured that out yet?"

"Cindy!" I cried. My eyes widened as the saleswoman smiled, amused by my fiancé's comment.

"Can I help you?" the woman smiled primly.

I said nothing as Cindy pointed out the ring she wanted. The woman, whose nametag said "Rose" went to measure Cindy's ring finger.

"No, no," she chuckled, "Sandy will wear that one. I want the matching wedding band. The gold one."

The woman looked at me, a bit confused. "All right Miss. Let me have your ring finger."

I wanted to die. I looked at Cindy horror struck. This stupid lady thought I was a woman. The glimmer in her eye was that she thought we were a couple of lesbians.

Cindy read everything that was going on in my mind, and unseen by Rose, she slipped her arm around my waist and gave my bottom a playful pat. "Go ahead girlfriend." She gave me neck a gentle kiss. "I want to see how your engagement ring looks on you."

Rose slipped the sample ring up my finger. "This should fit you."

It fit beautifully. Cindy beamed as she moved my hand, admiring the way the stones glittered.

"You'll want the wedding ring that goes with it," said Rose.

"Yes we will," Cindy said softly, kissing me and squeezing me in joy.

By the time we left the jewelry store, it was time for lunch. We ate at the friendly diner on the corner, and then went back to our motel room to put on our bathing suits and spend a few hours sunning on the beach. 

By that time I'd been wearing the clear, curved CB-3000 for several hours and had almost forgotten it was there. As I undressed, I grimaced as I looked down at myself. Hastily I removed the white silk panties Cindy had me wear.

"Can't you take it off now!?" I pleaded. "Haven't I proven myself yet? I can't wear this under my bathing suit, it will show. Everyone will be able to see."

"Do you really care so much what other people think?" Cindy said loftily. "What about what I think? I'm the one you're marrying. Not everyone else. I'm the one you're going to live with."

"That reminds me," I asked. "Where are we going to live when we go back. Your place or mine?"

She laughed as if I'd just made a joke. "Mine of course. Here, put this on."

"Good Lord! I'm not wearing a woman's one piece bathing suit! Cindy, this is going too far!"

"But look at the bottom Its got a fringe. If you're so nervous about someone seeing your chastity belt under your boy's bathing suit, just wear this. Or how about this?" She rummaged through her clothes in a drawer, withdrawing a bright orange towel. "Wrap it around your little boy's speedo like a sari and wear it like that. No one will notice."

I handed her the one-piece back. After I pulled on my navy blue speedo, she wrapped the orange cloth around my waist like a skirt. 

Grudgingly, I went along. What else could I do?

We found a good spot on the beach near the surf, where we could enjoy watching the other sunbathers and walk to the water. Occasionally when she got too hot and sweat began to bead on her perfectly proportioned body, Cindy bid me join her in the waves.

"No, I'm not that hot," I said nervously. I was afraid to take off my sari, lest anyone notice the oversized bulge in my bathing suit.

"You're afraid," Cindy said shaking her head in amusement. "You're afraid someone will see the huge bulge in your crotch... and think you've got a big package."

"Well... I wasn't really afraid of that..."

"Good. Then come join me. You only have to walk from our towels to the water. No one is going to notice. And if they do, they're just going to think that you're hung like a Doberman. That's all."

Blushing, but encouraged, I got up and let the sari drop. Quite playfully, Cindy's eyes went right to the curved bulge in my speedo. Play acting, her eyes widened, and she held her hands to her cheeks. "Oh my Lord! You're hung like King Kong," she said loudly. Then she ran off laughing to dive into the waves, where she swam like a fish. 

Feeling awkward, like I was walking funny, I hurried down to the water's edge where cautiously I followed Cindy into the surf.

I'd never learned to swim, and Cindy moved through the water like an Olympic champion. 

"Come on," she called. "Come on out here. It's not that deep! You just float with the waves."

I clung to the waist deep water, where I got pounded and knocked down by the waves over and over. But it was better than drowning, or getting eaten by sharks.

Feeling refreshed, her hair dripping, she emerged from the water like Aphrodite on a half shell... or maybe more like a James Bond girl in a hot orange bikini... with curvaceous hips and a pair of single scoop ice cream cup sized breasts.

"That was fun!" Cindy said throwing herself down on her towel. "Put some sun tan lotion on my back, will you honey bear?" 

"Sure," I said, re-wrapping the sari around my waist. I'd caught a couple of girls on the next set of beach towels staring at my crotch and whispering.

Sitting on Cindy's rump, I rubbed #15 sun block on my girlfriend's strong shoulders. "I didn't realize you had all of these muscles in your back," I said massaging creamy liquid across her pink flesh.

"I swam on my high school and college swim teams," she said, arms crossed under her chin. "And I still swim, in the master's program at the YMCA twice a week. It helps to keep me in shape."

I dare say it did. In her bathing suit, at 5'10" and me at 5'5" and scrawny as can be, I felt my insides shudder slightly as I realized that my girlfriend, my wife-to-be, was undoubtedly more physically powerful than I was. Mentally, morally, financially, and now even physically, I realized this woman had me beat.

We left the beach around 3:00 and went back to our motel room to shower and get changed. "We'll get married, then we'll go get some dinner," Cindy said, then looked at me sadly. "I hope you don't feel like you're being cheated out of a big wedding."

"No! Not at all. I never cared for all the fuss people make This is much better. More personal and private."

"Good," Cindy purred as she stripped off her bathing suit and padded naked into the bathroom. I followed, leaving my speedo on, not wanting to walk around in my embarrassing cage. 

Standing behind her, I watched her lean over into the tub to turn on the shower spigots. When she did I noticed the deep line lines around her back and bottom where her bikini had covered her pearly white flesh. 

God, what a lucky man I was! Looking at her round white ass, it's perfectly engineered shape, made my insides flutter. I gasped, and moaned in pain, as my penis tried to rise and ran into the bars of it's chastity cage.

Cindy glanced over her shoulder at my pained expression. "Take off your bathing suit and get in with me."

"When are you going take this thing off me!?" I whined as I pushed my speedo to the floor. There was no hiding the way my member had swollen and was pressed up against the clear bars of the CB-2000.

Cindy climbed into the shower, and pulled me in after her. The water felt heavenly after being outside in the sun all day. It cascaded over Cindy's apple-sized white breasts, and coursed in little rivulets across her tanned shoulders.

Taking the soap, she handed it to me with a wash cloth and told me to scrub her body. As I did so, being this close, feeling her wet, warm body rubbing against mine, I continued to whimper and moan as my captured little prisoner throbbed in its cage.

When she noticed how I was squirming as my manhood swelled and turned red, filling the tight confines of the CB2000, she took the hand-held shower head, turned the water on cold, and directed it at my crotch.

"OH! Please don't! It's freezing!"

"This will cool your ardor a bit," she said. She continued to spray the icy stream at my poor, frustrated organ, until it shriveled down to withered nubbin of flesh. "There, that's much better. Now we can wash in peace." 

She adjusted the spigots back to a warm stream of water and returned the shower head to its bracket on the wall. Then she took the soap and wash cloth from me, and scrubbed my whole body. 

When she got to my crotch, the way she lathered up my restrained testicles, I was afraid that I would get aroused once more, meaning another cold shower, but fortunately my poor, confused little flesh remained soft.

"Cindy, I've had that thing on all night and all day. Can't you please take it off now?"

"What, so you can play with yourself. Not a chance. You can wait a few more hours," she said giving my hairless testicles a parting pat.

After we'd dried each other off, and went to get dressed, I discovered that the maid must have knocked a cup of coffee onto all my clothes in my suitcase.

"This is what I was going to wear tonight! It's my best shirt and slacks! And now they're ruined."

"That is a shame," Cindy said shrugging. 

"I can't wear my bathing suit to get married," I groaned.

"Well, I brought plenty of clothes. You can wear something of mine," Cindy said hopefully.

"NO! I'm not wearing women's clothes to get married! We can run back to the shops. I'll buy something. I'll put it on my credit card."

"I thought you said you'd reached your credit limit?"

"Cindy, you've got to help me. I'll pay you back."

Shaking her head no, my fiancée rummaged through her drawer and selected a pair of white Capri pants and a white blouse. "These will fit you just fine. I was going to wear them out to dinner later. But I can just keep on my dark business suit."

Mortified, but not knowing what else to do, I let Cindy dress me in another pair of white panties, her white slacks and a sheer white sleeveless blouse.

"With all the color you got today on the beach, it looks marvelous on you," she said giving me a kiss on the lips. "It's just a shame you don't have better sandals, and my heels are all too big for you. You've got very dainty feet for a man."

Once we were dressed, Cindy called me into the bathroom where I sat on the commode as she put on a little makeup. She did her eyes, rouged her cheeks slightly, and then slapped on some lipstick.

"Come here for a minute. Stand up. I want to put some eye makeup on you."

"Cindy! Now that's just going a bit too far." 

"You must not have slept very well last night. You've got dark circles under your eyes. I just want to put a little foundation and power on you. You don't have to wear eye shadow or mascara... although a little eyeliner would bring out your green eyes quite nicely."

Whimpering, unable to say a word, I stood silently as Cindy dabbed brushes beneath and around my eyes.

"Let me look."

"Not yet. Not until I'm done."

"What are you doing? I though you were just taking care of the dark circles. Why are you doing that to me?" 

"It's just a little mascara and a little powder. Relax. You look adorable."

Finally when she was done adding a smear of lip gloss she let me look at myself in the mirror.

I admit, I was shocked. With my long hair now down to my shoulders, in a women's blouse, Capri pants, and a touch of makeup, I actually looked like a real girl.

Cindy stood behind me, and wrapped her arms around my waist, drawing me to her. Behind me, her face over my shoulder, she looked absolutely radiant.

"You look so gorgeous," she said kissing my neck affectionately. "I want to tear all of your clothes off and rape you right now." She twisted me around so that I was facing her, and kissed me passionately. For some strange reason, seeing me dressed like this undoubtedly had an affect on her. The way she was moving against me, grinding her hips into mine, I was soon moaning in agony as the chastity cage cut off the blood flow to my groin.




Wedding Belle



It took a noticeable effort for Cindy to break away. She was breathing hard, looking quite flustered. "Oh God, you have me so turned on. I can't wait to get you back here!"

I smiled, but felt some confusion. If dressing this way obviously enflamed my fiancé, I guess I could endure it for a couple of hours. Why not? It was almost like playing dress up on Halloween. It was a small price to pay for the honor of marrying such an incredibly gorgeous, desirable woman such as Cindy.

Walking down main street to city hall, I felt like everyone had to be staring at me, laughing at the boy in girl's clothes and makeup.

"Will you just relax," Cindy said taking my hand and giving it a squeeze. "You look half scared to death. Take it easy. You look fantastic."

Cindy was right. People either paid me no mind at all, or if they did, they just looked at me, some rather warmly. One young handsome man couldn't seem to stop staring at me. Then, just as he walked past, he winked at me!

"Did you see that?" I gasped. "Was that for you?"

"No darling, he was flirting with you. Not me," Cindy grinned. "How do you feel, knowing some men find you desirable this way?"

"Cindy! You know I'm not gay!"

Cindy only laughed. "Don't worry my princess. I'll protect you."

The wedding service included more surprises. The city mayor said his spiel, and we exchanged vows, only Cindy jumped in first and said the man's vows, leaving me to repeat those of the wife. Feeling utterly beaten, I just went along. When we were finished, a balding fat man in a pin-striped suit announced us "man and wife."

When we kissed, Cindy nearly devoured me. Her hands were all over my body.

"Cindy!" I cried breaking away, trying to catch my breath.

The mayor hid a smile. 

From city hall we went to a fancy restaurant in a casino and had a romantic, candle lit dinner. As we ate we both had a few drinks, and I was feeling slightly tipsy. Even the fact that the waiter seemed to think that I was a girl, and kept calling me "Miss," didn't even bother me. I found myself laughing along with Cindy, who found the entire situation entirely "perfect."

After dessert, we walked down to the beach, kicked off our shoes and walked barefooted along the sand under a starry sky.

At the water's edge we kissed. On the soft sand, with Cindy so much taller than me, I found myself going up on tip-toes to reach her.

"Do you want me to let the little soldier out now?" she asked softly. "Here. Would you like to make love to me on the beach?"

I looked around quickly. We seemed to be alone.

"Oh my God yes Cindy! I would love nothing better in the whole world."

"Take off your pants," she said.

Afraid of being spotted, but at that point I would have taken my clothes off in the middle of Main Street if it meant finally making love to my beloved spouse.

I dropped my women's white slacks to my ankles, and pushed my panties down to my knees. 

Cindy removed her necklace, and using a small key, unlocked the CB-2000, and put the pieces safely in her purse.

With a sly smile, doing a little dance, my beautiful bride, shed all of her clothes. Naked in the moonlight, she looked incredible. Like a vision. A goddess.

"Come on little boy," Cindy said playfully. Getting down on her knees on the sand, she waved her voluptuous, heart-shaped fanny at me. "You do want me, don't you?" she whispered.

She didn't have to ask me a second time. I quickly dropped to my knees behind my incredibly desirable wife. I was so excited, my entire body shook like I had a fever.

"Come on, my darling," she said smiling at me over her shoulder. "I've been waiting for this moment for so long. Don't make me wait any longer. Put your hard little peepee in me..."

And then it just happened. I was so turned on... I'd been teased and tormented for almost 24 hours... that as soon as my excited organ touched her skin... it went off like a loaded gun. The slightest touch, caused my body to explode. Gobs of semen began spurting all over her pearly white bottom and lower back.

"Oh my goodness!" Cindy said, eyes widening. She tried to hide a smile. 

Crying out in ecstasy, relief, frustration, and shame I howled like a Chihuahua at the moon. Thick gooey gobs, thick as tapioca pudding, flew across her perfectly shaped ass, across her tan line, to land all the way up her tan back.

When my eyes began to focus again, I saw that Cindy was now on her feet, her eyes flashing like an approaching lightning storm down the coast. 

"I can't believe that just happened!" She twisted around, looked at the splotches of semen dripping down her backside. "Oh my! You're not only a habitual masturbator... you're a premature ejaculator! Good Lord Sandy! You're not much of a man, are you?" 

She grumbled that she needed to get cleaned off, and ran naked to the surf where she slashed water on her body, cleaning my mess.

While she ran off I pulled up my panties and my slacks. By the time she came back she seemed to have cooled off a bit. Quite coolly, without a word, she pulled on her bra and panties. 

I stood there stammering. "I-I'm really sorry Cindy! I couldn't help myself! You made me wear that thing for so long, and I was so excited... it just happened! I'm sure that next time I'll do much better! I really will!"

"How do you even know there will be a next time?" she asked, stepping into her skirt. "This is our wedding night. That was supposed to be something special. Something scared. This was going to be our big romantic love-making scene on the beach."

The more I blubbered and tried to make excuses, the more irritated Cindy became. She pulled on her blouse, and carrying her heels, my new wife stormed off the beach in the direction of the motel. 

As I chased after her, she shook her head at me. "You run like a girl."

"I do not!" I cried, horrified. 

"Look at you," she chuckled. "In that blouse and those Capri pants, you're so tiny and petite next to me... between the two of us... most people are going to think you're the wife."

"Cindy! That's not true! Once I put my boy clothing back on, people will know I'm the husband."

My wife put the key into the door of our room and opened it, laughing.

"I can only pray that you're tongue is more talented than your little pencil."

"Cindy, you know I'd do anything to please you!" I said chasing after her, stripping off her clothes.

My wife closed the door and locked it. She looked at me coyly. "Do you really mean that? Anything?"

Pulling off the Capri pants and blouse, stripping down to my sheer white panties, I cried enthusiastically. "Anything! You know how much I love you. I want our marriage to work."

While I sat on the edge of the bed, my beautiful wife turned on the clock radio, and to a rock 'n roll song, did a little strip tease, till she was down to her black bra and panties. "I'm going to give you one more chance," she said sprawling out on the bed beside me, posing. She was quite aware of the way the very sight of her body was enough to make me cum.

"If you can't perform as a man... then maybe you can perform as a woman..."

"W-What," I stammered, "do you mean by that?"

Laughing playfully, Cindy scooped me up with her strong arms, and pulled me to her side, where she kissed me. She looked at me, searching my eyes. "You really don't have a clue, do you?"

Squirming, I replied, "All I know is that I want to be your husband. I want to please you like a man should. I want to be your lover..."

Cindy ran her fingernails through my long hair, kissed me warmly, and growled, "You will my darling. You will."

The next thing I knew, she tugged off my panties, and began fondling my surprised sex. "Come on. Get it hard. Make passionate love to me... if that's what you want to do. Hm... What's the matter? Why are you so soft? What, don't I turn you on?" 

She reached behind her back and unhooked her size-38B bra, letting it fall, exposing a pair of perfect breasts.

"Go ahead. Touch yourself. Play with yourself. You were so eager to masturbate last night. Let's see if you can get yourself hard now."

"I don't know what's wrong," I gulped. For some reason, my penis just wasn't responded. It was behaving like it was on sleeping gas. The pressure to perform, to serve as my awe-inspiring wife's stud, was having an overwhelmingly frightening affect on my body. 

"It's not getting bigger, it's getting smaller," Cindy laughed. "On the beach you came in like five seconds. And now you can't even get it up. You have to admit, cupcake... you're not much of a Don Juan, are you?"

"But I really do want to make love to you!"

"Not like this, you aren't," Cindy said giving my useless spongy testicles a squeeze. "Let's try something else."

With that she grabbed my head and pushed my face down between her thighs, ordering me to: "Lick!"

Lick I did, like was lapping at the tastiest ice cream cone in town. "Now that's more like it," Cindy gasped. "Oh darling, what you lack between your legs, you more than make up for it with your tongue. How did you ever learn to do that!?"

She writhed and moaned, unable to keep still, as I found her little button, and flicked the tip of my tongue back and forth across it slowly.

"Oh my, that's good!!" Cindy cried, her voice rising as she experienced her first, very loud orgasm.

For the next 45 minutes, till my jaw was sore, my wife held onto my hair tightly, moving my head side to side and up and down... fucking my face with her hot, steamy love petals.

After she came a second time, she collapsed like a deflated balloon among our pile of piles. "Oh my! You are a lover! I think we've found your true talent."

Wiping my chin, I crawled up beside her, where my bride wrapped her strong arms around me, kissing me passionately.

"You liked it?" I asked weakly.

"I loved it," Cindy said kissing my face over and over happily. "I hope you enjoyed yourself, because you're going to be doing that a lot. Probably every day. Maybe even a couple times a day."

"I'm so glad," I sighed and collapsed on her breast, as she stroked my long hair. "I was so worried that I wouldn't be able to make you happy. I feel so much better now."

Cindy kissed the top of my head. "You don't have to worry about that crumpet," she said softly. "I suppose I was a bit emotional earlier. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings. You know that I love you, and I'd never do anything to hurt you."

"You really do love me?" I said, looking up at her tearfully.

"Of course I do," Cindy said softly, pulling me up into the crook of her arm, kissing me gently. "I'm the one that asked you to marry me, didn't I?"

"Yes, you did," I smiled. Nor could I completely understand why. "You could have any big, strong, masculine man that you want. I'll never figure out why you picked me..."

Cindy stroked my breasts, and pulled at my nipples. "It's because I don't want a macho man. I want a pretty, sensitive, girlfriend like you."

"Cindy!! Please don't tell me that's the way you think of me."

My wife laughed merrily. "What, you don't want to be my lesbian lover?"

"No," I said, brows knit. I felt a stirring in my loins. "I want to make love to you."

"So you want to try again?" she asked, jiggling my testicles. My penis sprouted quick enough to raise her eyebrows. 

"Oh yes please!"

Cindy gave my erection one quick stroke, and then sat up. "All right my darling," Cindy said climbing from the mattress. "But now it's my turn."

"What do you mean, your turn?"

Naked, her white tan lines almost glowing in the dim light through the motel curtains, I watched Cindy go to the dresser drawers and open one. "My turn to be the husband... and you the wife."

"What are you talking about?" I asked nervously.

I watched as she pulled a black leather harness around her waist.

"I'm going to make love to you this time."

Before my astonished eyes, I watched as my wife picked up a large, life-like looking dildo and strapped it to a silver ring in the harness over her thin mustache of pubic hair.

"Cindy, what are you doing?!"

Grinning, the monster between her legs swaying from side to side as she walked, Cindy climbed back into bed. "Well my princess, isn't it obvious. I'm going to fuck you. And I'm going to fuck you good. I'm going to make love to you the way you wished you could make love to me."

I crawled backwards, away from her on the bed. "You can't be serious!!"

"What's the matter sweet cheeks," Cindy said grabbing my ankle, and pulling me back to the center of the mattress, "nervous? Does my manhood frighten you? Have you ever seen one this big before?"

She lay on top of me, flattening me down on bed, immobilizing me. She pressed her 8" dildo against my frightened, shrunken member. 

"Goodness. Your's looks so petite, next to mine," she grinned. "It appears I'm the alpha male in this relationship."

"Y-You're scaring me Cindy..." I whimpered.

"Most wives are a bit nervous on their wedding nights. Why should you be any different? Spread you legs for me, honey pot."

I could feel her cyberskin cock probing between my legs, into the crack of my ass.

"Cindy! Please no!"

"Oh yes I can. I'm going to make sweet love to you tonight my little flower." She squirted a handful of KY jelly into her palm, and used it to lubricate her long, thick shaft.

"I don't understand," I said quietly, as I watched her frightfully large phallus. "Why you want to do this to me?"

Determinedly Cindy pried apart my knees, and lifted my calves up in the air, tilting my fanny up toward her glistening strapon cock.

"I've always been the Dominant partner in all my relationships," Cindy said thoughtfully, sliding her gooey phallus up and down the cleft of my ass. "And I knew from the moment I met you that you were submissive. I know this probably all seems strange to you right now, but my beauty, one day, once you get past your silly old-fashioned feelings about marriage, you're going to realize that I'm right... and we're both going to be quite happy together."

The snout of her well-endowed extension found my virginal opening, and gave it a nudge.

"It's too big!" I cried.

"Don't worry," Cindy said, letting her weight down gently on her strapon, forcing the fat head inside my tight little cherry.

"It hurts!!" I shrieked.

"Yes, my honey lamb, it's going to be rather painful this first time, as I take your virginity. But that's all a part of experiencing the joys of womanhood..."

I screamed as the fat head popped inside my stretched little sphincter.

"I'll go slow," Cindy said soothingly, kissing my cheek and my eyes. The kisses were a mere distraction from the pain lancing up my spine as her big, hard cock began forcing its way deeper.

"Please stop," I whimpered, tears welling up in my eyes.

She paused for a moment to let me catch my breath, and continued kissing me lovingly. "There, there my darling. I hate to see you in such pain. But I promise you, it won't always be this way. Once you get used to it, you're going to experience pleasures you never dreamed existed."

"Please don't do this to me," I said, tears streaming down my cheeks. I was a man, not a woman, and it chilled me to the bone to be treated this way.

"It's much too late to turn back now, my darling," she said kissing me. Holding me in place with her lips, she undulated her hips forward, driving the rest of her thick shaft all the way inside me me.

When I tried to wiggle away, Cindy wrapped both arms around me, holding me in place. Firmly pushing her pelvis forward, I felt her plastic balls lay flush against my flesh. She was all the way in, and my inner lining felt like it was being stretched to the max.

The only thing I'd ever felt there before was a small rectal thermometer my mother sometimes used when I was young, but that was a pin-head compared to this.

When she tried to move back and forth I let loose a high pitch wail that I never would have thought capable of coming out of my vocal chords.

"Deep breaths, little one," my wife said soothingly, holding me tightly in place as I tried to wiggle away. "Relax. Relax. I know how it feels to be taken like this for the first time... and I want this moment to be as special for you, as it is for me." 

"It hurts," I wailed. My tight o-ring throbbed around the thick intruder.

Cindy looked at me, eyes blazing with something I'd never seen before. Lust. "Oh God, I love seeing you like this. You look so incredibly beautiful to me right now. So petite. So submissive to me. You have no idea how much you are turning me on right now."

I cried and bleated like a bleeding lamb. As I lay there squirming beneath her on the mattress, I moaned and writhed beneath her, impaled to the core.

"Please take it out," I begged.

"Hush now, unless you want everyone in the rooms next door to hear you," Cindy said kneeling above me. She placed my ankles up over her shoulders. "I'm going to make love to you like I've always dreamed of making love."

With that, she began gyrating her hips back and forth, thrusting her 8" phallus in and out of my virginal bottom. 

Crying, trying to obey my wife because I knew this pleased her, breathing hard, I wiped my eyes and tried to calm myself. With each thrust I could see the passion and pleasure mounting in Cindy's face above me. She looked absolutely radiant. I'd never seen her more excited or more alive.

Slowly I felt the burning in my rectum begin to subside as the tight muscles of my sphincter began to relax and loosen. When the length of her shaft slid across my previously untouched prostate gland, I let out a surprised coo of pleasure.

Cindy chuckled. "There we are my darling. I've found your G-spot." She continued at the same angle, driving her hard cock in and out of my tight, virgin ass. 

The harder and faster she pounded, incredibly I found myself growing aroused. My earlier impotence disappeared. Red faced and confused, I gasped as my own little penis stiffened and began to rise.

As her hips slapped against my bottom, Cindy reached between my legs and cradled my throbbing erection in her warm palm.

"Your body betrays you, kitten," she said, smiling down at me. "I'm glad. I'm glad that you are enjoying this as much as I am."

As she continued to make love to me, she stroked my turgid organ. At first I feared I would cum right away. My cries grew louder and louder as I grew closer to the edge, all of which seemed to excite Cindy even further.

Together we thrashed, humped, and bucked on the bed like two Mad Hatters, and insane as it sounds, we crossed the finish line simultaneously... together we orgasmed... each of us screaming out loudly as our bodies erupted.

She punctuated her seismic eruption with three final, strong, hard thrusts... each of which caused a long, ropey white ejaculation to shoot from my penis across my belly. 

When her magnificently voluptuous body finally stopped shuddering and quaking, with her eyes drooping lazily, her mouth wide open, Cindy collapsed on top of me.

I squealed as she landed, thrusting her still rampant hardon deep inside me. Her sweaty breasts heaved against my flat chest. Her moist belly stuck to mine.

Beneath her, I squirmed and wailed. Now that I'd had an orgasm, for some reason the strapon buried inside me went from intensely pleasurable to horribly painful.

Cindy's body had completely shut down. She was still catching her breath, still caught up in the dreamy afterglow of pure bliss.

Gasping, crying out in pain, I wriggled off her huge cock. I lay there beneath her, both whimpering in painful humiliation at having been taken this way by my wife, yet at the same time my entire body felt utterly drained by the power of our mutual orgasm. I'd never felt anything so intense in my entire life. It was the most intimate, soul-satisfying thing I'd ever experienced... and although it would take me a long time to admit it, somewhere deep inside I knew my entire life would never be the same.




Wedding Belle



Fading fast were the dreams I carried of playing the role of Cindy's proud husband. Gone were the images and photo albums of me playing the stereotypical male role. My heart beat rapidly as I lay beneath my wife, her greasy, erection jammed against my hip. Our marriage wasn't going to be anything quite like what you see on TV.

Afterward we both had recovered, Cindy had made me run, weak-kneed to the bathroom for clean wash clothes and towels. I cleaned her weapon, after which she had me plant a kiss on the head. I blushed nervously, but did as she asked. 

Once were both washes and refreshed, she pulled me into her arms and kissed me passionately. She patted my bottom as she smiled happily. "Don't try acting all coy. Tell me you loved getting fucked."

Embarrassed to the core, I tried turning away from her on the bed. She held me as firmly as a wrestler. "No, I won't." 

"Why not!?" she cried. "You obviously loved it as much as I did."

"It wasn't fucking" I said softly. "It was making love."

"Yes, it was my cupcake," Cindy said kissing me. "And you were so worried that you wouldn't be able to please me. You did, wonderfully. Just not in the traditional way that you thought you would."

"I'd still like to try again," I said sheepishly. "To make love to you, as a man should."

"Someday, if we decide we want children, I'll let you try again. But for right now, I have to be honest with you my little cherub, you could never give me an orgasm that way. I don't want to hurt your feelings, but you're just big enough down there. Now please, don't take that as an insult, because do not mean it to be. It's just plain reality. And I want you to know – I don't care about that. So long as you go down on me with that magical tongue of yours, and so long as I can make love to you with my strapon... we're going to have a wonderfully satisfying sex life together."

I shuddered to think that for the rest of my days... years... Cindy would be using me that way. Then she smiled, and I just melted. She was so beautiful, as I lay there in the comfort of my wife's strong arms, my body still trembling from what had just happened, I wanted to surrender, but I still felt a certain confusion. How could she treat me this way, make love to me like that – and still respect me? Deep down in my subconscious still lurked notions that someday I would wear the pants in the marriage, that I would be able to please her as a man, and she would accept me as her traditional husband.

Of course, over time those kinds of thoughts slowly diminished and eventually disappeared. And why not. At 7 a.m. in the next morning, I awoke with my wife sliding her KY-coated cock up my still tender asshole.

I blinked, and tried to focus. I woke laying on my side, with Cindy behind me, and cried out as her eternally erect cock sliding across my prostate and deep inside me. 

"Good morning princess," Cindy whispered, kissing the back of my neck.

She made long, slow love to me. Once she found my prostate, I could not help but begin to moan and thrash beneath her. The louder I groaned, the harder she fucked me... with long, deep strokes until once again both of us experienced a mutual, deeply satisfying orgasm.

After we'd gotten showered and dressed and went out to breakfast, I didn't even argue with Cindy when she suggested I put on a pair of her shorts and one of her halter tops. 

How could I, after she had just made love to me like that? Her position as the aggressor in bed, affected everything. I just couldn't argue with her. About anything. 

Slowly I began to accept that Cindy was right. She was naturally Dominant. And I was naturally submissive. The roles just suited us.

So when she told me she wanted me to put on a little lipstick, or she wanted me to wear my CB-2000 to the beach under her woman's one-piece bathing suit with the fringe around the bottom... I didn't say a word. I just did it.

Cindy smiled knowingly. Thankfully she did not tease me about the noticeable change in my attitude.

So it went the rest of the weekend. Cindy took me to Victoria's Secrets and bought me all sorts of sheer lingerie to wear in bed. Wearing her strapon she took me in the shower... on the couch... in the middle of the floor. The night before we left, we even did it on the beach... with me on my hands and knees at the edge of the surf, and her kneeling behind me, slapping her pelvis against my bare ass, filling me with her hard cock.

By the time we left the motel and returned back to the city, I was as agreeable and complacent as a good submissive housewife should be. I got rid of my apartment, sold all of my things, and moved in with Cindy.

In a month Cindy bought us a beautiful 3-bedroom house on a couple of acres outside of the city. I did all the cooking and the housework. In two months, Cindy convinced me to quit my job. By three months she'd thrown away all of my male clothes, and I was dressing entirely as a female.

For some reason the more feminine I become, the more Cindy loves me. I can see it in her eyes. When I bought my first dress and wore it out to dinner with her, her eyes sparkled all evening. I knew that look. That look of love and lust. All I had to do was shave my legs, put on some nylons and a dress, and my wife was absolutely the most horny creature on the planet. She couldn't keep her hands off me.

Yes, at first it felt strange. I wasn't used to wearing high heels and going to the beauty parlor to get my hair and nails done every week. But if it made Cindy happy, if it put the look of love in her eyes, I found myself doing it, and learning to like it.

Nowadays Cindy has me exploring doctors and hormone treatments. She says she wants me to get electrolysis to get rid of the few stray strands of hair on my face, and we are both considering small implants for me.

"I really don't care about raising children," Cindy said. "So if you decide one day that you want to go through sexual reassignment surgery, that's all right with me. But that really has to be your choice pumpkin."

It has been a year now since our wedding day, and truthfully, I've yet to actually make love to my wife in the traditional sense. My penis just does not play a role in the equation. We've both been so happy with our intimacy the way it is, I said, "Ultimately, I'll do whatever you think is best my dear."

Cindy just smiled.



Wedding Bells



This is a work of erotic fiction. It is not meant to be and should not be read by minors or individuals who do not enjoy erotic writings.

      PART ONE

I don’t normally drink hard liquor, but this had been a hell of a day, and as far as I could see, it isn’t going to pick up soon. So I checked in at the hotel, got my room key, sent my bags up to my room and looked for the hotel bar. The lobby was a mess as I worked my way through it. It was obvious to me that I wasn’t the only stranded person in Chicago tonight. The bar was much bigger than I expected. I don’t know why, I had no experience in hotel bars. I expected, for some strange reason, a small place, much more intimate than this, with a bunch of guys drinking at the bar. This one even has a dance floor. Booths surrounded the room, broken by the bandstand directly opposite from the large and ostentatious bar. The place was practically empty but I immediately envisioned a crowded dance floor and rocking music and I decided I’d come back later to see if that was so. For all I knew, maybe the action had been in bygone years and the place was a bust now. 

There was, at least, a bartender behind the bar. He glanced up at me then went back to his duties and his conversation with the one young man in a “brooks Brothers” suit sitting on a stool at the bar drinking a drink. There were two men sitting at a booth with so many papers on the table there was hardly room for the two glasses of drink they had before them. I could see no waitress. But obviously someone had waited on the two men in the booth so I figured the waitress would be right back or the bartender doubled and waited tables too. 

It seemed so incongruous, this huge room with no waitress, so empty. I almost didn’t enter, but finally I did walk to a table and sat down, placing my small bag on the table. I didn’t know if it would be lady like to sit at the bar or not knowing nothing of Chicago etiquette. I opened my purse, for my compact, to check my make up, which had survived very well, considering. 

You see, I’d just flown from Ft. Lauderdale to Chicago into a snowstorm. I’m headed to my wedding tomorrow evening in Seattle, and it’s beginning to look like I’m not going to make it. I’d been debating calling to let my husband to be know of the problem, or chancing that the weather would clear by tomorrow when I’d spied the bar. 

When I’d landed, and we’d found out that no one was leaving Chicago that night, there had been a scramble by the airlines to get everyone rooms. The hotels near the airport had disappeared quickly. I’d finally been placed at a quaint but upscale hotel, downtown, near the loop.

I looked up as someone cleared their throat near me. I laughed. I couldn’t help it. It was the young man in the “Brooks Brothers’s”suit. He was wearing a traditional white shirt but with a truly outlandish tie. On his feet were expensive Bally boots. What made me laugh was that he had a bar rag over his left suit arm and he had the silliest grin on his face..

He said, cutting off my laughter, “Hi there,” then beamed real big. “The waitress isn’t in yet, but you’re much too beautiful to sit at the bar with us common folk.” 

He looked so silly. 

“I do have some experience at this,” he continued. “I did wait tables when I was in school, whenever that was. So, what can I get you, do for you or do to you, not necessarily in that order?”.

“That rag really makes your suit, you know.” He joined my in good natured laugh. I continued, “Tell you what, I’ll come sit at the bar with you. That way I won’t put anybody out.”

He smiled, “Not only are you beautiful, you’re considerate too.” 

He followed me and my purse to the bar. I sat down near him, but not next to him. I placed my purse on the seat beside me, between me and him. 

The bartender looked up from washing some glasses and smiled. “What can I get you, Miss?”

“Sapphire and tonic, twist of lime,” I responded.

He began mixing my drink. He spoke over his shoulder, “You two sure you two don’t know each other? You drink the same thing.”

“Yeah” Brooks Brother’s says, “Those that drink together, you know.”

The bartender gave me my drink. I smiled at BB, “Drinking the same drink, not yet drinking together.”

“Ha! Ha! The lady has sharp tongue, and uses it well,” he said, and toasted me.

I raised my glass to him, then took a drink.

BB continued, naturally, “You stranded here too?”

I looked up, surprised, “Yeah, you too?”

“Yeah,” he says, “why not me too?”

“Well,” and I motioned at his Brooks Brothers, “you’re dressed for work, aren’t you, even with that tie.” I giggled despite myself.

“You making fun of my tie?” He held it out? “My favorite tie. My good luck tie?” Then he leans over to me, confidentially, as if anyone is going to hear in this empty joint. “It’s a long story. Why I’m dressed like this, and me from out of town, stranded here in Chicago in a snow storm. If we had the time, I’d love to tell it to you. Maybe when we’re alone some time.”

I laughed, “I’m sure it’s a wonderful story.”

“I don’t know, just in a hurry to get out of town. As it turns out, there wasn’t any reason to rush. I’m not going to make it my appointment anyway.”

“Me, either, it seems. Let’s drink to that.” I responded and lent over to clink his glass with mine, conscious, belatedly, that he could see down my dress from his angle, and my unfettered breasts were probably surely in his line of vision.

“Here, here,” he cheered, and that was picked up by the bartender. If he noticed my flagrant, if unintentional display, I realized suddenly he was too much of a gentleman to embarrass me with a public announcement.

I’d finished my drink, so I handed the bartender a twenty. He went to make change.

I turned to BB, “Nice talking to you. I’m gonna go take a nap now. I’m exhausted, and I think that drink went straight to my head, which I intended it too.”

“Nice to meet you. What’s your name, anyway? I can’t call you fellow strandee all night, can I?”

“Sarah,” I responded. “And yours?”

“Sam,” he responded, turning to look off behind the bar at the threatening sky. “Maybe we’ll see each other again if this weather persists.”

“Yeah, probably so,” I responded. 

The bartender brought my change. I left him a good tip, smiled goodbye to Sam, and left the bar. I felt his eyes on my back, or my butt maybe, until I was out of sight. I didn’t turn around. I went straight to my room. I showered, dried off and dumped my weary body into bed. My last thoughts, just as sleep claimed me, were of Sam’s smile. I clutched the extra pillow to me and hugged it to sleep.  
        PART TWO

I woke with a start, shuddering.. I rolled over, felt for, then switched on the bed side lamp. A hotel room. I remembered. It was really strange coming awake in a strange room, waking in the dark. 

I was starving. I found my watch. It was only eight o’clock at night. Surely the dining room would be open. I went into the bath and washed my face. I debated. The restaurant or room service. I decided I’d go downstairs to eat. First, I needed to call Ronald to let him know the wedding may not happen on time.

Ronald is older than I, substantially older, but I’m not marrying him for his money if that’s what you’re thinking. I love him, and I’m tired of being alone, one night affair’s. I teach at a college in Southern Florida. I should say I taught there until recently. Ronald coming into my life, my moving to Seattle, my marrying him, comes after too many sordid affairs. Too many married men I was not married to. It was time for me to have my own man now, maybe even children of my own.

I dialed Ronald’s number by heart. He answered. He was disappointed, but had figured out the problem. We spoke for 15 minutes. The wedding plans were put off for a day. They would be for another day if necessary.

“I’ve got to go downstairs and get something to eat,” I told him.

“Don’t they have room service in. those Chicago Hotels?”

“Oh, yes, but I’ just have to get out of this room for a while.”

He chortled into the phone, “well, just remember, Sarah darling, you’ve had your freedom extended for a few days so you do what makes you happy. Just don’t do anything you won’t tell me about.”

“Why Ronald, I didn’t know you were this lenient, and such a pervert too.”

His laugh was rumbling over the phone lines. I wanted to see him so. He said, “well, you never know what I might get into, Sarah. I’d been thinking I’d be getting into you, my dear, but looks as if that’s delayed too.”

“Yes. I have been thinking about that too. We’ve got to stop this conversation. You’re going to make me wet. I’m going to go down and get something to eat.”

We said goodby and I dressed. Carefully. It honestly never occurred to me to wonder why.

I had put on my slinkiest dress and I noticed lots of men glancing, but that didn’t interest me. I wasn’t looking for a man, was I? I didn’t see Sam, Cutie, Brooks Brothers.

After dinner I wandered through the lobby and read a magazine. Then, bored, I moved to the sound of music wafting down the hallway. Toward the sound of laughter. To the flashing lights of that dance floor I’d seen earlier. To the same room I’d last seen Sam. Cutie. Brooks Brothers.


       PART THREE

The bar, dance hall, pick-up joint, whatever you wanted to call it, was packed. Overflowing I walked into the room and watched the swaying, undulating couples on the dance floor. It was amazing the dancers could identify their own undulating partner in the melee. 

I looked around. There was no place to sit, in the booths, at the tables, or at the bar.. You couldn’t even get to the bar. Men were standing two deep around it. I looked for, but didn’t see Sam.

Some guy got up from the bar and someone motioned me to one of the seats just as I was thinking about walking out. I changed my mind and grabbed the seat just in the nick of time. I ordered a Saphine and tonic from a new bartender. The one who’d been here before was obviously off shift now. 

The bar was loaded with guys. I saw one woman across the way with a crowd of guys around her, all vying for her attention. When my drink was delivered, I paid, then looked around. There was a crowd around me now, all vying for my attention. Everyone was talking to me at once. I couldn’t even discern the words they were uttering. I just keep shaking my head and sipping my drink.

The dance floor was packed. Someone asked me to dance. I said no. Someone else, then someone else. I was beginning to get upset when I looked up and saw Sam staring at me. He motioned for me to leave the stool and go with him. I thought, I’ll lose my seat, but then realized it wasn’t a seat I wanted anyway. I reached across the guys and took Sam’s hand. I heard all those left behind moan and gripe as I was led away.

“Boy, I’m glad to see you,” I admitted to him, as Sam led me to a booth he was sharing with another couple.

“Sarah, this is Joe and Selma. They are trapped here too. Joe and Selma, Sarah, another of us. I met her earlier when the place was a little quieter.”

I shook hands with the couple and we sat down, “Where are you too coming from,” I asked as I sat down.

“Minneapolis.” Selma said. If I’d heard her speak before I wouldn’t have had to ask. She was obviously the group talker, “we’re headed to Fargo to pick up our kids. They are with our parents.”

I smiled at her.

She continued, “Okay hubby, let’s dance.” 

She took Joe’s hand and stood. As she led him over to me, Sarah leaned over and whispered, indicating Joe, “he didn’t want to leave Sam alone.”

She laughed as she led Joe onto the dance floor. .

Sam turned to me, “Aren’t they cute?” 

I laughed, because cute was the moniker I’d given him. “Yes, they are. But, poor kids.”

Sam laughed. “Yeah, exactly.” 

A waitress approached our table. I ordered another Gin and Tonic because I’d left my last at the bar. Sam was nursing his.

“So,” he asked, “how did you sleep?”

“Well, what about you?”

He smiled that smile, “I slept too.”

The waitress brought my drink. Sam insisted on paying for it.

“O.K., I said, “but next rounds on me,” 

He shrugged his shoulders, “I called my airline. They say we might be able to get out of here tomorrow.”

“Are you missing anything important?”

He shrugged. “Just a family thing.”

“Hey, don’t complain. I was an only child and my parents are dead now.”

“You miss them, hug?”

I smiled at him, he has soft looking lips, “Yeah. I do. I guess I should check with the airline too. I’m just so mellow now, after that crush at the airport, and then the bar. Thanks for saving me.”

“”No problem. I’m glad I saved you too.”

He sipped at his drink, “That was quite a scene. I couldn’t figure out if they were trying to impress you or just outtalk each other.”

“Yeah, it’s like some kind of mania.”

“Looked to me,” he looks up and smiled that smile, ”as if I spoiled they’re day.”

I laughed.

“Do you dance?”

“Sure. But not with all of them,” I responded. I didn’t really know exactly how that sounded till after I’d said it. Sam’s smile was big and I know he’d taken that as a compliment I hadn’t meant to give. I didn’t want to lead him on. I continued, “and I didn’t want to dance in that mess out there.” I concluded, waving at the mass on the dance floor.

“Yeah,” Sam said. “Maybe it’ll calm down later.”

“I doubt it, doesn’t look like it“ I said.

Sam was now dressed casually. Slightly rumpled as I thought might be in style these days. We sat and drank our drinks and watched the people. I’ve always been a people watcher and it seemed as if Sam was either one too or he was lost in his thoughts. 

Suddenly a modern and very fast dance sounded from the band and half or more of the dancers left the floor. Our two table mates slid back into their side of the booth.

“Too much for me,” Selma explained.

Sam looked at me, “can you do this,” he asked.

“Sure,” I said, 

He jumped up, pulled me up, and pulled me onto the floor. We were both laughing. We did the dance. It was a really hot number and Sam was a good dancer. It was funny but I kept thinking I was hearing taps on his shoes. I had everything I could do to keep up with him.

Then they played a tango, and we got into it. Apparently the crowds were still resting. There were about a half dozen couples on the floor with us and we were all, it seemed to me, doing it well. I was so impressed with Sam. He was such a gallant dancer. I told him so at one of the moments I could breathe. He just smiled and led me into the middle of the floor. I could hear clapping now, as the other people started to notice the group of dancers doing the tango so well. I looked around me and found the other dancers had stopped now and were clapping too. For us? Wow!

Sam was so slick. 

The band picked up on him and swung into a Spanish dance. He did indeed have taps on his shoes. He began to stamp, and snap his fingers in time and I just stopped dead in my tracks and moved to the sidelines as he did the fandango. Slapping his hips, stamping his feet, snapping his fingers. I joined the clappers as he did his thing, swirling and stamping his feet.. Everyone was standing now, and clapping, and Sam was dancing. He was dazzling.

It ended. Everything has to end, doesn’t it? They did a slow tune now and he took me in his arms and I put my forehead on his shoulder. The floor wasn’t too crowded at first and he led me around the room gracefully. 

“That had to be a set-up,” I whispered into his shoulder.

He laughed into my ear, his hot breath ticketing my ear lobe. “Wha...?”, he whispered.

“Come on,” I said laughingly.

“Well, the bandleader spied my shoes earlier and asked me about them. I didn’t really know they were going to do it though,” he whispered.

But then it got crowded and I led him back to our table and finished my drink in one gulp. 

Selma and Joe went back to the dance floor and left us alone again.

Sam drained his drink too. We looked at each other and smiled. People came by and clapped Sam on the back and shook his hand. A woman, a black woman came up to me and said, “You go girl.

I couldn’t stop smiling, and I knew I must have looked like an idiot. If so, a happy idiot. That had really been fun. I looked at the dancers jumping around for awhile but then I began to realize that Sam had eyes for only me. I tried not to notice, but I did. A girl can tell, you know.

“So,” I asked him, “is that what you do for a living.”

“You mean dance for a living? No. I’m much more boring than that.” He smiled.

“Okay, tell me about the dancing.”

“Simple. I’ve always had good timing. Well, an ex-girlfriend was a professional dancer. So I took courses and we entered some contests, that’s all.”

“Did you win?.”

“Sometimes,” he said.

“You said ex.-girlfriend. What happened to her?”

“Misha, still in New York. Still dancing. Different partners.”

“You sound a little ticked off about it to me.”

“Well, yeah. I was a little bitter, I guess.”

“Want me to ask what happened?”

He laughed. Those teeth. “She fell in love, I guess you could say.”

“Oh. Sad, huh?”

Not really. A blow to my ego maybe. But since it was with several different guys, then there wasn’t anyone for me to be mad at.”

“Ah. That is sad. I hope it doesn’t leave any scars.”

He stared at me, “No scars at all. What I need is one good night and I’ll be fine.”

I felt that one in the pit of my stomach, or lower maybe. “Well, looks like you’re having a good night to me?”

It felt like he was looking into my soul, “We’ll see as the night progresses.”

Somehow it was suddenly after midnight and the band was now doing mostly slow tunes. But the bar had cleared out by now. I guess everyone made contact with each other or whatever. I’d been asked to dance many time during the night but I refused. I know Sam liked that I refused them all. 

I thought I out to leave, but looked at Sam and knew I wouldn’t, not just yet. He led me onto the dance floor again. 
PART FOUR

The band was playing all slow songs now and Sam pulled me into his arms and we floated among the other couples for a while until he tired of that. He slowed, and almost stopped, almost to a standstill. We were just moving lightly to the music, he pulled me close. I hesitated. Did I want to do this? I’m supposed to be married tomorrow, well, sometime soon, I thought. Then I went to him. Amazing how easily, how quickly the thoughts faded from my mind. His body felt strong, but I didn’t feel the pushiness that I’d felt from other men in this position. I moved in closer and put my head on his shoulder. I smelled his after shave. I moved my hips to the music and I felt him grow against my stomach. It felt like steel. It felt big. It felt good. Still, we danced in place, and when the song ended I walked with him back to the table. His fly was bulged out but he didn’t seem to care. I’m not sure anyone noticed. I’m not sure I would have cared either if I were some other woman sitting at some other table. We sat down and I felt him looking at me.

“Will you stop that?”

I turned to him and he kissed me. Just a peck, but it was fire. He hung his head. “I’m sorry, but I’ve wanted to do that all night.”

I’d wanted him to do it all night too.

He looked back up at me, “you’re so beautiful.”

The words every woman waits for a lifetime to hear, then doesn’t know how to respond to them. Do I say thanks? Do I scoff? Should I be sarcastic?

Eventually I just said, “thank you.”

“I like the way the lights dance in your hair.”

I wasn’t going to keep saying thank you, but he was definitely making points.

He got us another drink. We got up and rubbed each other on the dance floor some more. We left the bar, together.


       PART FIVE

In the elevator he kissed me, and I kissed him back. I melted into his arms and stuck my tongue into his mouth, searching. His tongue touched mine just as we reached his floor. I reached over and pushed the button for my floor and he pulled my ass to him as we raised two more floors. It seemed so short a time.




Wedding Bells



Sweat beaded at Saija's temples, distracting her attention from her best friend Tula. Gowns were spread across several brocade chairs, and the look on Tula's face was pure frustration. Saija dabbed at her brow with the back of one neatly manicured fingernail, and smiled half heartedly.

"Sure, I know you regret accepting the position as my maid of honor, but is it really that bad, Tula? We have already chosen a gorgeous peach colored dress you look stunning in, now I need something!" 

Tula brushed an imaginary stray golden lock back into her tightly hair sprayed French twist. Her tongue swept from her lips into a cat like grin.

"You are right dear, as your maid of honor might I press on your memory of that slinky sleeveless Malesco from a while ago? It flattered your figure, and made your best assets front and center..." Tula's voice trailed off as Saija looked away. She knew her best friend's mind had been elsewhere the last few weeks. "Saija, is something bothering you?

Saija thought back to the reason why she had agreed to marry Westin. She really needed to forget the reasons that were making her think twice about why she was planning this wedding. He made her delightfully happy and everything until now had been perfect. Not only was he gorgeous with sandy blonde hair, chocolate brown eyes, and a weight lifter's build, but he was also the charismatic, super smart CEO of a Fortune 500 company. Despite all that, things had still taken a rough turn after such a long romance between the two. 

The betrothed had met when she was a secretary at a company where he was presenting his product. After only several minutes of ogling eyes sent back in forth as he waited for her boss, a date night had been set for the following week. Although there had been definite sparks, and they had been so alike, they dated for several months before taking themselves off the market. The only hurried thing about their entire four year relationship was their engagement, lasting only a shockingly short two months. He proposed, handed her his credit card and sent her off to plan and execute the wedding of her dreams within two months. He however was away on business, thousands of miles away in Paris for the whole time. Tula thought he was trying to distract her from his extended absence. 

Staring down at the shiny exquisitely cut two caret diamonds on her finger usually brought butterflies to Saija's stomach. Excitement of becoming Mrs. Westin Floresk made her glow like no other. It was just recently that her ring became something she avoided looking at. When it was new, its weight reminded her of Westin, of the long splendidly happy life she was going to have. Now it was just a rock, heavy and gaudy, a bobble that her mother would have killed for, but something she knew she was taking for granted.

"Earth to Saija, you've been standing in front of the mirror wearing that dress in a daze for about five minutes now. Do you like it or no?" Tula woke Saija from her trance.

"Oh, man I guess I zoned out," she looked down at the pretty lace floral bordering around the high waist hemline, and the ruffles at the straps. The creamy white did set off her tan, and the fluff of the shirt did not leave much to desire. Glancing up at her face Saija sighed at the start of dark circles beneath her usually green and perky eyes. "Let's take it, and run like hell before I change my mind."

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Skillful fingers tugged at her hardening nipples, turned cherry red from tongue and teeth lapping at their pointed tips. He rolled the ball of her right nip between his fingers until she tossed her head back, pelvis tilting upward to grind against his flat abs. He let more of his weight press her down into the feather topper of the bed, and opened his mouth around her breast. Warm breath seeped around her, but he didn't make contact. Instead he allowed her to moan and writhe beneath him for a moment before he clamped his mouth down around her breast one last time. Shiny white teeth grazed the edge of her nipple, pulling it firmly into the suction of his hot mouth. He suckled the tip until her body jerked then calmed beneath him. 

"That was so great, I don't think I can move," her satiated voice whispered.

"You can't move because I've got you pinned, love." His gray eyes twinkled with mischief. His fingers tickled down her flat belly, circling her belly button with care before settling on the top of her cleft. Fingers spread toying with her inflamed lips below, and curled about her light strip of pubic hair.

"You know I promised to meet with the girls in a couple hours. It's going to take at least that long to return me to my original state," her breathless voice giggled stroking a fawn colored piece of hair that had fallen over one of his eyes.

"If I must let you go, then give me a couple more minutes, I won't see you for three days!" He rested a cheek, shaded with stubble, against her tender breast. The surface did not irritate her, rather made her moan with longing again. It certainly did not help that the stealthy fingers had began to navigate along the outer lips of her pussy, flicking at her burning clit. Fingernails gently grazed the tender inner lips, then stroking her clit from its hiding place. One pinch and her body was bucking against him, shivering. Fingers twisted the bud slightly as another finger delved at her burning hole.

"Oh shit, you've got to let me up, or we'll be wrapped up in bed all day!" She kissed his left temple, then lifted his shaggy head and kissed the other. "Three days is not as long as you think, two nights and I'll be begging you to..." Leaning down she whispered the rest of her racy comment into his ear. He grasped her sides and tickled, then blew a gentle raspberry on her tummy just below her breasts.

"Hahahaha, stop, come on... ACK!" She giggled until he stopped; gray eyes clouding over with sadness he glanced up at her before using strong biceps to lift him off her petite body and then off the bed entirely.

"Come on baby, don't get that look. You know I'll be back. I always come back right? Baby, look at me!" She cooed.

"It's not about that, it's where you go. Sure you come back, but when you do, I feel- never mind. I know you'll come back. You always do." With that said he reached to the floor and pulled on a long black robe across his muscular shoulders until his lithe body disappeared beneath it. Belted he strode out of the room.

"I always come back, baby," she whispered to the door as he shut it.

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Bright and early the next morning Saija awoke to the insistent ring of her telephone. Grimacing she yanked the covers down off her ratty t-shirt and panty covered body and scrambled across the room to the book shelf that housed the impatient ringer. With quick fingers she snatched the phone off of its cradle just before the machine answered instead.

"Hello." The words sounded more like a statement than question.

"Heya baby doll? Just wake up?" Westin's voice drawled across the lines. 

"Yes, its only eight, sweetie. I had a late night." She yawned into the line.

"Doesn't sound like you miss me babe." Westin teased.

"There is a lot to be done before our wedding and without you here it is really a drag. Of course I miss you." Saija's voice sounded annoyed, not sad as though she really did miss him.

"I know you haven't seen me much, Saija, but it's necessary I work now if we plan on taking an extended vacation to Aruba for the honeymoon. We've been separated for longer than this, baby. Don't be blue, Saija, the wedding is just ten days away." Westin ignored her pissy tone and accredited it to the stress she was under. "Do you know how bad I want to be with you lover? I wish you were here, I'd slam you against this counter top and fuck you, really slowly until your cream was sliding down both of our thighs."

"My Westin, you sure can get a girl flustered," even though Saija didn't want to admit it, she did slide a palm down into her panties, feeling the tingling and wetness gathering there, too bad it wasn't Westin's doing.

"Well I'd be licking where I know you have your fingers love." Westin did know her quite well.

"Let's not get started ok? You have a meeting this morning." Saija moved her hand and looked away.

"Ok Saija, but don't be so sad ok I'll see you soon."

"You know, darling, you are right. When you went to Spain two years ago I only saw you every three weekends. At least now I see you every other..." her voice trailed off, she was distracted by the photo that was dangling from her purse.

"There ya go baby, make the best of every situation. I'll be home in eight days, and ready to promise my life to you. Then I'll sweep you off to the beach for two weeks, and we won't do anything but make love, sun bathe, and eat. Not a word about work or anything else that has ever kept me from you. I love you Saija, but I have to go there is a crucial meeting at nine thirty and I have to catch a cab. Have a good day; I'll try to call you this afternoon or later tonight." Westin sounded a bit distracted himself. He was always thinking about the next meeting.

"Westin- not tonight ok? The girls have a bachlorette party planned and I might not be here. I don't want you to worry if I don't answer ok, baby?

"Alright, I'll call you tomorrow morning then."

"Not too early this time buddy!"

"Love you, baby."

"You too." Saija dropped the receiver into the cradle the second she heard Westin hang up on his end. 

Butterflies scurried like a tornado across her tummy and into her throat. She could barely breathe. Hurrying to the bathroom she splashed cold water on her face and sat down on the edge of the whirl pool tub. Guilt drifted over her more frequently these days when he called. At first it was just every now and then, but now she could not even think his name without feeling like a criminal. Grasping her engagement ring she torn it from her finger and flung it across the green carpeted bathroom. It landed against the porcelain toilet bowl and glanced off the oak cabinet. 

"Fucking shit, fucking hell, damn it." Tossing together some colorful words she stomped out of the bathroom and into the luxurious bedroom. Yanking the plaid men's shirt from her tanned skin she dropped it onto the caramel carpet and stepped toward the huge walk in closet. After disappearing inside the closet, she came out dressed in a paisley tank top with khaki pants and high heeled shoes to match the rose color of her top.

Returning to the bathroom she glared into the full wall mirror. Darker circles beneath her eyes had replaced the light ones that had been there a week ago. A brisk application of concealer and a dab of lipstick did not do much to brighten her pale face, or her dismal outlook. Fingers twisted her unbrushed hair into a sloppy bun and she was out of the bathroom securing the ruffled locks with a hair tie.

Shaky fingers once more retrieved the phone from its cradle and cupping it against her with one shoulder she dialed Tula. While the phone rang she pushed the distracting photo further down into her purse. After only three rings Tula answered with a cheery hello, obviously having seen Saija's number on her caller id. 

"Hello! I can't believe you are up, I called you last night at nearly midnight and you weren't home yet. What a party girl you are becoming... and so close to your wedding date!" Tula made light of the real thoughts scrambling her brain, and sugar coated the truth.

"That's me, party girl forever right, Tula? Actually my mother and I went shopping for china patterns, and after a light dinner I went straight to bed. I must have not even heard the phone." Saija's voice still shook with edginess.

"Then that is why you didn't answer I guess." Tula really wanted to believe her, but how could she call herself a best friend if she missed all the signs. "Let's grab lunch ok?"

"I was thinking just that! And then we can stop by the florist and check on my flower arrangements, Mrs. Dothan called, something about the yellow roses."

"Forty minutes at Jack's Deli?" 

"Perfect. I'll be early." Saija replaced the phone, flung her purse over her shoulder, and marched out the door.

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At Jack's Saija was early just like she had promised Tula on the phone. Sitting alone in a window booth she flipped through the familiar menu, already knowing she was going to be getting a BLT with no mayonnaise, crisp apple chips, and an unsweetened tea. She waited impatiently twirling the napkin around her finger and crumpling the paper placemat that described the latest additions to Jack's menu.

"Sorry if you've waited long, I had to find another pair of pants. I noticed the ones I was wearing had started to crease." Tula swept into the booth, once again looking prim and gorgeous. Never a hair out of place, a smudge of lipstick, or a tiny piece of dryer lint would dare alter her perfection.

"Of course, happens all the time." Saija sighed, lips thinning into a tight line as she gazed out the window.

"Saija, you've been a wreck for about three weeks, what in the hell has gotten into you? Westin is a great guy, and he's given you everything you could dream of and more. How many women can plan anything they want for their wedding? Your dress alone cost five figures! Most incomes are that level!"

"So I'm lucky." Saija's voice was distant.

"Do I need to remind you how great he is in bed? How you couldn't stop bragging how he rocked your world after you slept with him the first time?" Tula giggled. When Saija didn't say anything she decided she should let her cool down a minute, so she averted her attention to the menu. A waitress hurried over to the table seeing both parties were seated and set down two glasses of cool water. A pad of paper clutched in one hand she nodded at Tula.

"I'll have a caesar salad with ranch lite dressing, a slice of whole wheat toast, and a diet coke. She'll have a BLT, no mayonnaise, apple chips, and tea-unsweetened." With that the waitress left with a smile as she headed toward the back counter. 

"Westin doesn't ever know what to order for me. You always know no matter what restaurant we go to, you never fail to know exactly what I'm in the mood for."

"Saija, silly question," Tula glanced down at the table where Saija toyed with a salt shaker, "where is your engagement ring?"
 "I took it off. I'm not sure about this wedding Tula." Saija's voice finally broke, and a flood of everything that was bothering her rushed out.

"Just because he doesn't know what you order at a restaurant by heart? I've known you for nearly nineteen years. We've lived here all our lives, visited these restaurants hundred of times. Westin will learn." Tula knew this was only the tip of the iceberg.

"It's not even about that. If you knew, you would be so ashamed, you are utterly perfect Tula. Always have been, it's obvious you always will be. Perfect boyfriend, who will be the perfect husband some day, perfect job, perfect car, perfect hair style, clothes... Too damned perfect." Saija slid out of the booth.

"Where are you going? We should talk about all of this, sweetie." Concern darkened her voice as she also started to stand.

"No, I've got to go." Opening her purse she dropped a twenty on the table and bolted. Out the door she hurried, not sure of where she was going to end up.

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He dragged her into his strong arms as soon as she opened the door. He recognized the reddened nose and puffy eyes and knew immediately she had not stopped crying since they had spoke on the phone thirty minutes ago. Nestling her golden head against his shoulder he guided them both into the back living room and into a chair and pulled her onto his lap.

"Baby, shhhh, it is going to be alright. Start at the beginning. Whenever you are ready." His voice was soft as velvet, and soothing.

After a couple more sniffles, and a tissue to wipe her runny nose she began.

"I had a terrible day. I fought with everyone, over stupid things. I was on edge over the silliest little upsets. I basically had a temper tantrum, and I only wanted to see you. I didn't know where to turn. I walked and walked... and walked." Tears started their flood again, and he stroked her knee while rocking her gently in his arms.

"You've got to get a grip. Things will look up soon enough, and don't pout either. We've both made our beds. There is no sense dragging this out." His voice held the gentle reprimand she needed to wipe her nose on another tissue carefully selected from the box next to the chair, and stand on her own two feet.

"I just thought I had more time to work things out in my head. I mean, did you honestly think decisions would have to be finalized by now? I was counting on months more, possibly another year." Her voice did not contain the whininess it had earlier. She sounded sad, but not swayed by emotion. Sensibility had taken over, and she was trying to rationalize her frantic behavior.

"Of course I was not counting on such a hasty end, baby, but the facts are still there. I don't like this any better than you do. Let's just take things at face value. I need to walk away, and think of my own needs now." He stood, brushing his palms over the wrinkled plaid button down shirt that flooded over his paint splattered jeans. "I can't afford to miss work anyway."

She did not take this bit of news lightly. Stunned silence washed over her tear irritated features as she bit at one plump lip. Lashes dipped down slowly and lay dark against her soft cheek.

"I'm not sure I meant for it to be over right this minute." Opening her eyes again she took a deep breath gathering some strength. "Sometimes you have to think of yourself, and I surely haven't kept your best interests in mind."

"Yes you have, baby. My best interests were being with you. Always will be, so don't you dare start crying again, or this time I might join you!"

He closed the distance between them with only two long strides, grabbing her arms against her sides he slanted his mouth down against hers, tickling his tongue along her bottom one. Gasping she parted her lips and met his tongue with a frantically searching one that was her own. He tilted her back a bit, and then never breaking the kiss lifted her into his arms and took a knowing step forward. He deposited her on the arched back sateen couch, and then knelt in front of her, breathing more quickly from their kiss.

"I'd steal you away in an instant no doubt, but that wouldn't do you any favors." His callused fingertips dragged tiny circles over her palm. Gray eyes smoky with feeling closed as he leaned forward and stole another passionate kiss. Softly drawing his bottom lip between hers she sucked gently, he straddled her thighs leaning her back.

"Don't start this, darling." He moaned kissing at the pearl earring on one earlobe.

She grasped the top button of his shirt, and twirling it inward she began her descent, leaving flesh sprinkled with light hair uncovered as she went. Head lifted she kissed the bottom of his throat where his neck met his collarbone, fingers pushing the worn material off his shoulders. 

"Maybe I should leave it on," his voice groaned as she ripped at the braided belt, yanking it inwardly without care so she could pull out the metal post that poked through the hole.

"If you must," her voice was lustful and hazy as the belt took flight across the room, landing with a ting against something glass. The brass button of his carpenter jeans loosened as her hands worked quickly between their bodies. He was frozen, blood hot as it coursed through him.

"Baby, we've never... never here." His voice wavered.

"Let it be a first."

"Weren't we trying to stop these predicaments?"

"Mmm, I like how you think."

Finally she wiggled farther down the couch, tugging his pants down off his tight ass as she went. He clenched his thigh muscles, reaching for some restraint as the band of his boxers stole downward a couple inches. Wet tongue touched the top of his happy trail, and skirted downward until she was kissing around the on top of his boxers, fingers groping the hardness beneath. With a steady pull his boxers reached the bundle of clothing at his knees, and his thickness plopped forward against waiting lips. 




Wedding Bells



Kate

We got up early. I headed to Mom's, and Ally went to her folks'. Amanda went on home; we would see her later at the wedding. 

Mom was in the kitchen, eating, and told me to sit down, as she had something to tell me. Hmm...I sat and had something to eat while she told me something that floored me! She told me that I was going to be made a Priestess and so was Ally. My initiation would take place at Auntie's. I told Mom that I thought I had more studying to do. She said that I did but that my skill level was at Priestess level.

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Estella

It's been an interesting two days, that's for sure! Lady Jenna and I hit it off really well. 

When I arrived at the wedding, it was outside, but they had a canopy over the guest seating area to make it shady for the guests. I saw the bridesmaids; they were dressed in peach veils that went to their ankles, and they wore matching heels but were otherwise naked. Hmm...well, the invitation did say that the wedding party would be in the nude! They were standing in a row with a space in the middle for Kate and Allison. 

When the last of the guests had been seated, Madam Kwong, dressed in a typical Chinese dress of red and green with a dragon design on it, walked over to a gong and banged on it once. Momma Rose's girls began playing on their drums--a very soft drumming, I should say. And Momma Rose appeared out of nowhere; she was wearing a red dress and a gold necklace, and she had a snake wrapped around her shoulders and was carrying a broom.

In her big booming voice she said, "Let all here honor this couple that is about to be wed. Who presents Kate?"

Kate's father said, "I do." And he walked her down the aisle to her spot. She was wearing a green veil, matching high-heeled boots, and a gold waist chain.

She then asked, "Who presents Allison?"

Allison's father said "I do" and escorted her to her spot.

Alison was wearing a red veil, matching high-heeled sandals, and a gold waist chain as well.

The whole time, the drums were beating and you could feel the rhythm of the drumming. Madam Kwong banged her gong again, and Lady Freya came and stood beside Momma Rose. Lady Freya had on a green dress trimmed in red. She wore red boots, and her dress was split to her waist. She wore a winged headband and carried a sword. I could see a set of keys on her belt. Now I was totally intrigued, as this was a first for me; I have seen lots of weddings but none like this. The gong sounded yet again, and each maid of honor removed first the girls' veils then their footwear; they were now naked save for their waist chains. I swear that their ink was sparkling! Must be the sun shining on it; then again, they are ladies of power. 

I must confess I was very amazed, but it's strange that when the girls got naked I thought, "OK, they're nude; so what?"

Now that they were nude, Momma Rose spoke again. "Kate, Allison, you two were made for each other, and now you are here to be wed. Do you two accept the will of the Gods?"

They replied together, "We do."

She then placed the snake around them and said, "With this serpent you two are joined as one." "Shudders" I am not a fan of snakes, but on them it appeared to be so natural. They kissed each other, but the ceremony was not over just yet. 

After they kissed, Momma Rose removed the snake and wrapped it back around her shoulders. She gave the broom to Lady Jenna and Lady Cathy, who were wearing dresses in red and green as well. They held the broom about a foot high. The gong sounded, and the girls jumped over the broom. 

Lady Freya now took the center of the stage. She removed the keys from her belt and gave them to Kate. Kate then said, "Ally, do you accept these keys to our new home together?" 

Ally replied, "Kate, I do accept them." She then took the chain they were in and placed it around her neck. 

Lady Freya then removed the sword from her sheath and handed it to Allison, who asked Kate, "Kate, do you swear to defend me, our children, and our home?" 

Kate replied, "I swear to defend you, our children, and our home." She took the sword and turned around and held it high so all could see it. Allison turned around then as well and held her keys so all could see them as well. 

Madam Kwong now came over, clapped her hands together, and said, "I hereby declare Kate and Allison as one. May none ever try to separate them, or the dragon will hunt them down and destroy them!" With that, the drums began to play loudly and the girl Lynn began to play on the gong. Needless to say, it was indeed a very moving ceremony. The guests began to hug and kiss the girls like in any traditional wedding. 

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Maggie 

Watching the ceremony, I was very impressed of the mixing of traditions that complemented each other. After all, the girls have ties to all three: Haitian Voodoo, Norse magic, and Chinese magic. Jenna told me that Kate and Ally would be promoted to Priestess rank when they got back to Lucy's. "Smiles" I don't think that wedding can top this one; it will, after all, be lower key and more Wiccan in style, for Silver is in charge of it, but we shall see. I was loosely watching Silver during the ceremony, and I could tell that she was impressed.

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Silverfang

I was amazed at the wedding; I have done several now, but this one was fantastic! No, I will not try and top this one, for the one at Lucy's is more for friends and fellow witches, whereas this was a combination of family, fellow witches, and non-magic-users.

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Allison

Wow, we are now officially married! We will fly up to Lucy's tomorrow, and Kate has already shipped her truck up. I thought Lucy was going to gag about that, but she gave in; after all, it really is the only thing that Kate truly owns. Besides, she looks cute in her pit- girl outfit, which she has taken to wearing when she messes around with her truck.

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Lucy 

"Smiles" The girls are now as one, like they were meant to be. 

"Sigh" I had to agree to let Kate ship her truck up. It's not like it's beat up or anything, but a truck--come on, gee--when she can have any car or truck in the garage? Then again, it is hers, and she does love to tinker with it.

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Jenna

Whew one wedding down and one more to go. Let's hope the second one is just as wonderful as the first.

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Norma

You all may think you know what goes on in a prison, but it really depends on who the warden is. In other words, as long as he gets his cut of whatever is going on-- though there are some that do their jobs totally clueless our warden is in on everything. He has outfitted each cellblock with a brand new widescreen HDTV and has an in-house TV channel, which is all we see. 

The warden wandered in on Friday night and called us together. (Yeah, he's that kind of guy he'd fit perfectly in any of the old southern prison movies. Most wardens wouldn't dare go into a cell block with just one guard.) He announced that since we were all friends of Kate's, we would get to watch the wedding on our TV. Sure enough, Saturday afternoon we had a special channel on just for us. The picture was clear as could be. Damn, I recognized most everyone that was gathering. 

Hector told me and the other two bitchboys to dress nice but sexy. He said, "It's a wedding, after all" and told us to behave while watching it. 

I wore a nice sundress and heels and stockings. (I am forbidden to wear underwear. The other two girls can; they have earned that right.)

The wedding started, and some of the guys asked me how old the hot china doll, as they called Kwong, was. I told them that she was in her sixties. Their jaws dropped; even Hector was surprised. 

One of them said, "Damn, she looks like she's fifty or in her forties."

I just smiled and told them that I had known her forever; she was looking thirty when I was a kid in high school.

One of the guys whistled and said, "Damn, the girls are naked under the veils."

Hector shot him a look and said, "Show respect, and yes, there's gonna be nudity, so behave!"

Well, you could have heard a pin drop when the girls got naked and jumped the broom. Damn, I never could do a standing jump, even back when I was on the track team. 

Hector was proud to see his wife sitting in the front row with Kate's family. Just as the service ended with the drums and gong playing, Hector got a call on his cell phone and the camera switched to show his wife, who was talking to him in Spanish (damn, I need to learn more Spanish than I know now). She waved to the camera, and the guys gave her a shout-out as Hector put the phone on speaker. 

Kate walked over with Allison, and she told the guys in Spanish that they were still all her family as well and that the Lobos ruled! She also told them that Allison was pregnant and they were going to have a girl. The guys let out a cheer at that news and wished her well. 

Fucking Kastle, the bitch, held a sign up saying "Fuck you, Norm." The guys--even Hector-- laughed at that. I just turned red.

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Hector

Kate's new father set it up so we could watch the wedding on our prison TV. Hmm...he is definitely a guy not to mess around with but one to get to know. I saw the damn attorney general of the state there and lots of other state senators and representatives. Even the one that set Norma up, and she was in the second row behind Kate's family. 

Hmm...who is that hot bitch with the bright red hair? She smiled at the camera, and so did the sexy black girl that she was with. I will ask Kate who they are. They looked damn hot. 

My wife Estella was sitting next to Kate's mother and father; now that is a real show of respect. 

I had to laugh when Senator Kastle held a little sign up that said "Fuck you, Norm." All the guys laughed at that as well, and Norma turned a bright red. I wonder if anyone there saw her little message other than the camera operator. 

When the girls stripped off the veils and their shoes, you could have heard a pin drop. Damn, there they were, naked as the day they were born. 

I did spot a real hot lady in a black dress with silver trim. I wonder who she is. Damn, she had an upside-down pentagram around her neck. Lots of the guys, including me, made the sign of the cross upon seeing that. Well, she was with Kate's family, so she must be OK. She had three other women with her, and they were also dressed in silver and black, but they wore their pentagrams star up. 

I've got to admit the sword and keys were a cool touch to a wedding; I have never seen that before. The drums and gong playing together at the end of the wedding was a cool touch as well.

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Kate

The satellite hookup was set up by Ally's dad. The guys sounded like they enjoyed watching the wedding. They told me about Mary Ann's sign; I damn near bust a gut laughing about it. She smiled and showed it to me and everyone else; they all laughed at it as well. 

It's time to get ready to head to the airport, as next week will be more parties and yes, one more wedding. 

We got back to Auntie's with no problems. I found my truck was already there, and Jasmine told me that I had free run of her garage to work on it; she'd tell me where to go to get it tagged, etc. I think she had checked it out already, as she also told me she liked it. I have it painted red with white trim (it used to belong to our local fire department, so I'm keeping with the fire department color scheme). 

The week went really quickly, as it was one party after another, and this time around I had been invited to all of them. Gee, I'm about partied out!

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Allison

I will be so glad when these parties are done with, but gee, we must have cleared a couple of grand in cash and some really cool gifts. The bridesmaids in this one will be nude with flower headbands and belts. Kate and I will also be wearing just the flowers and our gold waist chains. Everyone that was invited said they will attend. 

Sandra has been bugging us for a role, so Kate and I told her she could be our ring bearer. "giggles" I know this is usually done by a child, but it shut her up. She's happy as can be, and she will be dressed (or should I say undressed) like the rest of the wedding party. 

Silver is doing the ceremony this time. Lynn is going to be a bridesmaid, as well as Sally and Jasmine. Sally Monroe and Carmen will be maids of honor. Vivian and Luna will round out the bridesmaids; I never thought those two would get together, but I do believe theirs will be our next wedding unless it's Brad and Janet's. The guys agreed to be ushers again (got to love them for helping out); they will be dressed as before. 

Seems we have a new guest. Sandra's mom, Jill, is going to attend now that her little girl is part of the wedding. Amanda has joined Momma Rose's troop of drummers, so she will also be here, as the girls will be playing for this one too. Hmm...we should get together with her again; damn, she was fantastic in bed.

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Silver Fang

Wow, the Governor's wife is coming now that Sandra is the ring bearer; this will be my most important event ever. Well, the girls are happy with the plans I suggested for the ceremony. This will be your basic handfasting, not the fancy event of the first wedding ceremony.

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Estella 

I am going to attend the second wedding too; we shall see how this one goes. The girls invited me to stay the week, which I accepted. This one is not being videotaped like the last one, as this is a lower key affair. 

I'm impressed with Dr. Morgan's estate. It is very beautiful. I love her formal garden, and there is a vegetable and herb garden as well. 

Carmen is once again maid of honor with Sally. There is another girl named Sally who will be a bridesmaid, but damn, she too is pregnant, with Kate being the father? "Smiles" That girl has gotten around-- not one but two little ones on the way, and both girls! I called Hector and told him about Kate's other daughter, and he just laughed and said that he was proud of her and that now she needs to get herself a son. 

Saturday finally arrived and the guests all gathered on time. The security for the event was tight, seeing how the Governor's wife was going to be here. There was the State Police and Dr. Morgan's own security officers, who were all women and very beautiful ones at that. They all wore their dress uniforms. Even the State Police officers had theirs on; they made a very impressive sight and acted as an honor guard. Hmm...even the State officers were women; in fact, the only males present were Allison and Kate's fathers and the male ushers from the first event. 

The drums began playing, and the members of the wedding party took their places. They marched down the aisle with the ring bearer in front with the bridesmaids, followed by the maids of honor and, finally, the brides. They formed a line in front of the guests, and Lady Silver come out accompanied by her assistant Willow. They were dressed in sheer robes of green and red, not the black and silver they had worn before. There wasn't a gong this time, just the drums. I noticed a new drummer: the girl Amanda who was a guest last time. Lynn, who was playing the gong last time, is now one of the bridesmaids. Lady Silver clapped her hands and the drumming became so soft you could barely hear it.

She then spoke. "Let all here be silent before the Gods. Kate, Allison, do you two agree to become as one?"

They replied together, "Yes, we do."

Lady Silver then asked Allison to place a ring on Kate's finger, after which she asked Kate to do the same with Allison. She then took the garland of flowers that was around her neck and tied their hands together with it. 

"With this garland and these rings, you are now joined as one. In the presence of the Gods, you are as one. Let no one try to undo what the Gods have made. So mote it be!"

The girls turned and faced the guests, and the drums began playing louder. Lady Silver then said, "I hereby present Allison and Kate for your approval!" The guests rose and applauded, and there were cheers as well. All in all, a very nice informal wedding.

The guests then began to congratulate the girls, but unlike before, the guests were soon removing their clothes and dancing to the beat of the drums. Even the ushers and Mike and Brad joined in for this impromptu dance, and yes, even I found myself stripping off my clothes and joining in! 

We formed a line and danced around the area. Needless to say, it was very interesting to be dancing naked. I was between Lady Jenna and Mary. Hmm...I swear Mary felt my ass. 

Well, soon little groups broke off, and yes, lots of girl-on-girl sex went on, and the guys all had at least one girl (a few had more). I ended up making love to Lady Jenna and Mary; this was most definitely a pleasant surprise. What the...? Allison and Kate were making love, but they were floating? Oh my! So were the three of us, and yes, it was fantastic, this floating while having sex with two beautiful ladies. I must have come several times before we settled back to the ground. Most of the guests had left by that time, so just how long had we been going at it? Well, seems it was like two hours. Wow! I'm lucky Hector doesn't mind me doing girl-on-girl; with a man, he'd flip out. 

I saw the guys still had their share of eager partners. "smiles" I'll bet they didn't plan on having sex at their cousins' wedding!

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Kate

Damn, the orgy was fantastic. Everyone got into it, and yes, Amanda was popular, and so were Ally and I. But the three of us did put on an airborne display for everyone. Giving a blow job three feet off the ground is definitely the only way to do it!

Jack was doing Sandra's mom. Wow, he took her airborne; I didn't know he could do that. 

Bobby was doing pretty well too. He was doing Li and Mei. They weren't airborne, but damn, they were all over him. Hmm...I thought they only did girls.

Even Biyu had snagged a partner. "giggles" Well, seeing that the party was such a success, Ally and I announced that we were heading to our place and instructed the guests to enjoy themselves. 

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Jenna

"Smiles" The little impromptu orgy was a nice twist to the wedding. Jill, the governor's wife, even got in a few licks, and damn, she had a go with Jack, who may be small but knows how to pleasure a woman. 

Damn Amanda is one hot lady boy. She had her pick of partners, but then, so did Mike and Brad. 

Well, my friends, it's time to bring this part of my daughter's story to a close. I hope you have enjoyed it.



Wedding Bells



The wedding was set to begin in about 45 minutes and I could not wait for it to be over. My older brother was marrying his longtime girlfriend, Katya, and he had assigned me as the 'bridal party assistant' in what was a thinly veiled jab.

John, my brother, was a very devout evangelical Christian and he made no secret of the fact that he did not agree with my lifestyle. This was a bit ironic since I was still a virgin, had only been drunk twice, had never done drugs, and was never in trouble at school. For an 18 year-old I had felt a good job of keeping my nose clean. Nevertheless I did not go to church, so my brother did not accept me. 

My tux was sweltering in this 90 degree heat as I walked to Katya's dressing room. Her maid of honor, her sister Aundrea, had told me that Katya needed some water. Katya had asked for everyone to leave her alone before the wedding so she could 'prepare herself spiritually' but apparently the heat had gotten to her as well. I was walking to the back of the church with a sweating pitcher of water wishing I could just take a shower to cool off.

Katya and I had never been alone together as my brother kept her at a distance from the family. They had begun dating as 16 year-olds and they were now being married four years later. Katya described herself as a 'God-fearing' woman but she seemed to be more of a follower where my brother was more of a leader. She was often silent in his presence. 

I could not help but being attracted to her however as her body seemed to have been made in heaven. She was always sporting a natural bronze tan and had thick, shoulder length brown hair that curled ever so slightly. She was little thick but in an athletic way. She had played sports in high school but I think she had to quit in college because of the back pain. She had enormous breasts that had to be 36-DD's and they often bounced around when we would go watch her play basketball. She had a very round backside that was built up from her long, athletic legs.

"Oh Ben, I am sorry." Katya said as I walked into her bridal room after knocking. She was sitting in her chair with her back to me as she stared into a large mirror. If I had not known any better I would have thought she wiped a tear from her face as she turned. 

"It's alright, I was getting a little bored waiting for this show to get under way" I said. She smiled a bit and I realized she was actually crying. I could tell by the way she moved that these were not tears of joy either. I poured her a cup of water and brought it over to her not really understanding what I was about to get in to.

"Can you keep a secret Ben?" Katya asked of me, "I know we do not really know each other but I feel like we could have been friends if things had been a little different in my life." She did not wait for me to respond as she opened her soul. 

"I've been seeing your brother for four years now but I don't know why I am even marrying him. I am questioning a lot of things in my life but he leaves me no room for error. I don't want to be perfect, I want to be human." She had calmed her tears as she was finally getting this confession of her chest. She almost seemed happy now.

"We haven't had sex...he hasn't even seen me with my shirt off. Last night he berated me, saying that if he did not break my hymen tonight he would never let me live it down. He had always been mad at me for kissing Joel Kneebaugh when I was 15. It was just a kiss and your brother and I were not even dating. Yet, he has called me a slut over that for the last four years of my life." I was not surprised to be hearing this; I had always known John was not always what he appeared to be.

"I'm sorry Katya, I know John can be extremely mean but you don't deserve any of it." I said trying to help her out, "I will always be there for you though even if we need to hide it from everyone." I did feel for her, she sounded trapped.

"Thanks Ben. I appreciate it." she stood up and hugged me tightly for several seconds. Her enormous breasts squashed up against me and I felt my dick starting to harden. "You know Ben, my hymen is going to break for him tonight, because I haven't even put as much as a tampon in my pussy. I don't want him to be the first to have me though. I can't take a lifetime of boring, church approved sex the rest of my life."

She leaned over as her tits spilled out of her wedding dress and rubbed my cock through my pants. "I've seen you eye fuck me Ben. You look at me with a desire your brother could never match. I know your brother will have sex with me via the missionary position for the rest of my life. He will never let me give him head. He will never allow himself to fuck my ass. He will never cum on my tits. He would never 'spill his seed' like that. You however can do that to me whenever you need it. I want us to do everything we can think of over the next few years. Only condition is that you can't fuck my pussy right now. I never want your brother to know what his wife is doing when he is not around. It is sexier that way."

I looked at the clock and said, "We have to hurry, we only have 30 minutes before you walk down the aisle." With that she jumped on top of me as we fell backward with me lying prone on my back and her straddling my hips. She kissed me deeply, I thought her tongue might lick the back of my throat. I began to molest her breasts over her dress. She pulled her mouth away and started to try to unleash her bountiful tits. Her dress was on so tight that it took both of us to turn her cleavage into a pair of exposed breasts. 

Her tits were even better than I had imagined, they were almost perfectly circular and they sat very high up on her chest. She had small, stiff nipples that she shoved into my mouth. I sucked as hard as I could as she moaned under her breath. She adjusted her dress so to be able to rub her moistening pussy on my cock. I sucked on her tits for a few moments as she experienced a good nipple sucking for the first time.

"We don't have time to take the dress of but I want you to fuck me ok? We don't have any lube either so we are going to have to use saliva if you are going to fuck my ass." 

"Turn around then, I get your ass ready while you slobber my knob up." She smiled as if she had been waiting for a man to say that to her for years. She turned around so each one of her knees was next to one of my corresponding ears. She pulled her dress up as I saw that her white stockings ended right at the base of her ass. She was wearing full-covering white, lace panties but her generous butt was still spilling out of it. Katya yanked her panties down to her upper thighs exposing a well-tanned ass that was dripping with sweat due to the extreme heat. 

Katya plopped her sweaty ass right on my face as I tried to lick every last inch of it. As she took in my eating of her ass she began to fiddle with my belt buckle. While she pushed my pants down, my cock popped up like a flag pole. She moaned seductively as I licked her moist crack from bottom to top while she began to stroke my dick. Her butthole was now right in my face as she leaned over to could give me head. I spread her cheeks a little more so I could finally lick her asshole while she gnawed on my cock. 

We both moaned in extreme pleasure as we both continued to mouth at each other's sexual organs. I was licking her ass as hard as I could while she started spitting on my dick to get it wet. Katya started slapping my dick, giggling the whole time as I ate her sweaty ass under her overly lacey dress.

"Ok, fuck my ass now!" she ordered. She stood up in a manner that smothered me under the weight of her ass for a brief moment. She walked over to the chair she had been crying at only moments ago and bent over with her tits on one side and her ass on the other. She flipped the back her white wedding up so it rested on her lower back and consequently exposed her delightful ass. 

I wandered over with my cock as hard as I could ever remember it being. Her saliva was glistening on my dick as I wondered how I was ever going to fit my raging hard on in that tight little ass. I used my right-hand to steady my dick as I tried to lightly push it in her puckered butthole. 

"You have to push harder than that!" Katya said as it was clear that she could not wait for what was about to happen. I pushed a little harder as he butthole reluctantly began to open up for me. Soon the tip of my dick was holding the opening of her ass open as her butt seemingly tried to swallow the rest of my dick. The walls of her ass enveloped my cock every time I pushed another inch of it in there. She was sighing in elation as she had her ass violated while beingbent over a chair. After I had the entirety of my cock buried in her virgin ass I began to thrust rhythmically. She got in on the action as she flexed her butt concurrently with my thrusts. 

She continued to balance herself with her left hand as she slipped her right down to her pussy to toy with her clit. I fucked her butt like a machine while she fingered herself. Her ass was dripping with sweat which provided extra lube for this ill-conceived ass pounding.

After several minutes of this she cried out, "I'M CUMMMIMG!" followed by a string of, "OH MY GOD!"'s as I tried my best not to cum too early. After an earth shattering, 30 second orgasm, Katya looked back at me trying not to cum. She pulled her hips forward forcing my cock to slid out of her ass.

"We don't have much more time, I need to get you off pronto." she said as she climbed to her knees. Before I could protest, she buried my dick down her throat. I could feel her tongue swirling around my cock when she would pull my dick out of her throat. It did not take long for me to be overcome as I knew I was going to blow my load.

Katya sensed it as well. She took my cock out of her mouth and put it between her tits. She pushed her huge tits together while bouncing up and down giving me my first boob job. My cock began pulsating as I sprayed my cum everywhere. Copious amounts of semen coated her chest and a few shots landed on her smiling face. 

After I was done, Katya rushed to wiped herself off and readjusted her dress as I tried to gather myself as well. We said our goodbyes as I snuck out of the door. Just a few minutes later I was walking her walk down the aisle, knowing that even though I was not marrying her, I was going to be fucking her for as long as I wanted. Just then I noticed something glistening on her chest. I couldn't tell if it was my cum or just sweat that was shimmering in her cleavage.



Wedding Bells



I fumbled for my card key and inserted it into the door. I turned it and we ran inside. He wrapped his arms around me and said, “why did this take so long to happen? I need you so.”

He kissed me and I began to work at his shirt. We broke apart and he pulled my dress over my head. I was standing there in black panties, black stockings, black garters, and black heels.

I moved toward him, unbuckling his pants. He kicked off his shoes. I pulled down his trousers. They fell around his ankles. I ripped at his shorts. They came away and his penis almost hit me in the face. It wasn’t as long as I’d thought. Maybe seven inches. But, my god, the girth on this man. I took him into my mouth and I felt my mouth stretch to accept him. He pulled me up, picked me up, and took me to the bed.

I pushed my panties down. He crouched. His face just above my vulva. Then he went down on me. I came immediately. He continued to lick me. Then he somehow curled his tongue, and slapped my clitoris with it. Then he began to tongue me. My, my, what a tongue. He inserted his tongue into me, then slapped my clitoris with his curled tongue. He must be the only man in the world that can do that, I thought. I had three or four orgasms in two or three minutes. Then he rose up above me and rubbed that thick member into my juices which were combined with his saliva. I wondered if this was going to be easy, he was so big and solid, but I knew I wanted it in me. Then he slowly inserted it. For a minute I was frightened it wouldn’t fit. But it did. I had nothing to worry about. Then he slowly pulled it out, all the way, right to the tip of his member. 

Then he pushed it back into me, then out, then in, then out, slowing, then almost imperceptible increasing his piston movements as he did so. He moved up on me slightly, so that his penis was rubbing my clitoris and began to pump, faster and faster. I came and I came. My clit was become too sensitized. I was about to say something to him when he pulled out, and got up on his knees. 

“Turn over,” he demanded.

I did as instructed wondering if this is what it means to be a fuck toy. I didn’t care. This was the most lustful thing that had ever happened to me. I got up on my knees and put my elbows and face into a pillow. I knew what was coming.

He entered me doggie style and began to pump. It seemed that it was a race for him but he was hitting my G-spot and after a few minutes of his pounding it I started to come anew. It was one continuous orgasm and didn’t stop even when he jerked upright and shot off into me. It felt like hot lava. He pounded into me once, twice, three times, then stilled. He fell on me, taking both our bodies to the bed sheets. I felt his juices, my juices, I guess our juices leaking out of me. His penis shrived and fell out of my vagina. 

After a moment, I reached for the box of Kleenex from the night stand and pulled it to us. I grabbed some and placed it under me, between my legs. I grabbed more and handed them to him as he rolled off me.

Finally I rolled over and we lay there, Kleenex glued to our genitals. He rose on his elbows and turned to me.

“That was the most wonderful fuck of my life. Hey, I know that doesn’t sound right. I think we just made love. We didn’t just fuck, did we?”

“It was intense,” I admitted. Love? I don’t know.

We rose ad cleaned up. I mopped up our juices as best as I could from the bed sheets. I turned to him. “You’d better go now.”

“But.” He hesitated, then I think it downed on him, “will I see you again?”

“I’m don’t think so.” I walked to the window and I could tell by looking at the sky that things were clearing up. I turned to him.

“Looks like we’re gonna fly today.” He looked kind of happy, empty and lost. 

I gave it to him straight, “We’re not going to repeat this, if that’s what you’re asking. I’m not coming to New York.”

I saw it hit him. I don’t think anyone has touched anyone in one day like we have touched each other. 

“I’m getting married today, Sam.” I smiled, bravely I thought, somewhat ruefully because that’s the way I felt. I had to be strong for both of us. “It would never be that good a second time, anyway, Sam, right?”

I knew I was lying. It would always have be great with him. But it was impossible.

He nodded. He dressed. He came over and kissed me goodby, and left, closing the door softly as he went away. 

After he left, I looked down at myself. Kleenex was still clasped between my legs. I began to laugh, and I laughed for quite awhile. I looked at the clock. It was 4:30 A.M.. Suddenly the phone rang. It was the airline, telling me that my flight would be leaving at eight thirty A.M.. I thanked them.

I went into the bathroom. I threw away the soggy Kleenex. I peed. Then I took a long, luxurious, mindless bath in preparation for my wedding day.

      PART SIX

My gown is beautiful. Ronald’s sister is helping me get dressed. Her name is Elie and she is so sweet.

“Ronald is the happiest man I’ve ever seen,” she told me, as she zipped up the back of my dress and began to arrange and attach my train. “You’d think he’d fallen into a pot of gold.”

I laughed with her, “I’m happy too. He’s going to be good for me.”

“He’s a good man.” She steps back and looks at me critically. “Well, you, my dear, are a beautiful bride.”

“Thank you,” I said. I seem to be saying that a lot these days. For a moment I saw Sam crouched above me, his sweat dripping onto my body. I shake my head to clear it of the beautiful memory. It will go with me forever.

“You all right,” Elie asks.

“Yes, just an errant memory.”

“Oh,” she smiled. “We all have those.

There were hundreds of people sitting in the garden when I made my way to my position. I’d wait for the organ music. Somewhere on the grounds, someone is singing “Your face.” I can’t see the singer from where I am waiting. They’d had a rehearsal without me, yesterday morning, so I haven’t even met the whole family yet. I know there is a brother and his wife and several children, and I know Ronald has a son.

It is somewhat disconcerting, never having met them. And it’s frightening too. Maybe they’ll all be as sweet as Elie. But dear Elie, who is fussing with my train right now, has been a doll and I know my part. She’d recessed me for hours. She assures me that everything is going off without a hitch. I’m confident that she’s right.

The organ is suddenly playing “Here comes the bride,” and I am suddenly very calm. This is what I want, right? Of course it is. 

A good friend of mine, a law professor from the local university, Erik, is giving me away. Erik approaches me, takes my arm, and at the appointed moment, leads me into the aisle. I can see Ronald at the end of my walk, talking to whom, I suppose is his son. Or brother. I can’t see him well because he is facing away from me. Ronald looks up and watches me approach. I’m almost there now. Eric is gripping my arm tightly, but I don’t mind. I’m not going to run away and I feel like telling him that, but I guess that isn’t the right thing to do on your last laced up walk, right?

Everyone seems to be turned in their seats, watching me walk. I look back to the podium and smile at Ronald. He beams at me. The man who seems to be the best man, and I assume to be his son, turns to me as I mount the steps and Eric drops my arm and walks away. I look up at the son, I suppose, and smile as I ascend up to the podium.

My god, I thought to my self. It ‘s Sam. I almost falter, but take myself in hand and push forward. Sam. Dammit, Sam. 

It was all I could do to smile at him and to take Ronald’s outstretched hand as he pulls me in front of the minister.

Somehow I managed all the proper responses. I could feel Sam’s smile behind me. Ronald kissed me at the proper moment, and then everyone threw rice at us as we rushed away to the rented limo that would take us to the airport and onto the Orient where we were going for our honeymoon.

Leaving, my new son, my ex-lover behind.

      FINIS

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Wedding Bliss



This is an event that happened to me about 2 years ago. It was both a surprise and a fantasy come true. I hope you will enjoy it. I know I did.

It was a beautiful spring day and I was flying North to my step daughters wedding. "Laurie" was 35 years old and one hot babe. She was 5'6" tall, 125# and lean as they come. With long flowing brown hair and store bought "C" cups she was my fantasy woman. My wife had passed away the previous year from an automobile accident and though she was missed I had made up my mind that I had to get on with my life. Out of respect to Laurie I decided to attend the celebration alone.

Laurie had been dating "Steve" for about 3 years now and they finally decided to tie the knot. The wedding was in the Northeast part of the US and it was a spring day that was crisp in temperature and cloudless above. I had a room at the local hotel that had been arranged by Laurie and I have to admit I was excited about meeting someone to share the evening with. Laurie and her friends were about 20 years younger than I so I was unsure of my chances.

The wedding started at 6pm and was quite an event. Laurie looked stunning in her rather provocative gown which showed off a fair amount of cleavage. I guess you could say it was a tasteful dress but at the same time, eye opening. Man, she was a hot piece of bride.

After the ceremony everyone headed back to the Hotel for the reception. There were a fair amount of single women and the liquor was flowing so I felt my chances to score were excellent. As the night grew older I gravitated to one of the bridesmaids who Laurie had been friends with for 20 years. She had long flowing red hair, was freckle less and had beautiful milky white skin. I could tell her tits weren't the biggest but she was proportioned like an athlete. In her green bridesmaid gown she was one hot piece!

By midnight everyone was looped and people were passing out left and right. Somehow I had managed to keep my liquor consumption in check. While I was certainly DUI material I was still able to function rather well.

With my eyes glued to the Red Head I was still sober enough to feel that any public display of affection with one of her bridesmaids might make Laurie uncomfortable. But I was not going to let that spoil my evening and I was ready for a tumble. 

Soon things between "Cheryl" and I got amorous and we ended up heading outside. While I was tring to be discreet, once outside my hands were all over her. I held her hand and we walked out behind the Hotel Lobby.

With the Hotel being on a golf course, Cheryl and I headed for the fairway. After walking for some time we stopped, I planted a big kiss on her mouth and she was all over me like white on rice. Soon she was on her back and her skirt was over her head. While it was chilly neither of us was feeling any pain. I immediately worked my way down her body from her perfect tits to her totally shaved lips. I was sucking on these lips like I was giving mouth-to-mouth rescessitation. Her moans told me I was at home.

"God almighty! Lick my pussy. Oh, lick it good", she said. Her screams were such a turn on that my cock was soon granite. Finally when she could stand it no more she grabbed me under the arms and pulled me up to her mouth. She was licking and sucking my mouth enjoying the taste of her own juices like she was starving for food. "Oh God, I have to have you. Put your cock inside me NOW!!!" Without giving me a moment to grant her her wish she reached down and grabbed for fully stiff cock and pulled me inside. I allowed the weight of my body to push through the valley and soon I was close to submerged. She quickly grabbed my ass and pulled me in the full length. We were at it for about 3 or 4 minutes when I could feel my balls a stirrin'. Her timing was perfect and she gave out an "I'm coming. Oh God yes, I'm coming!! Fuck me hard baby. I need your thick cock pounding me now!!!"

Needless to say that was all it took. From my balls to my toes my whole body was ready. Finally I let out a grunt and came as hard as I ever have. I am not as young as I used to be but I am sure her tank was full when I finally finished.

After a short time we both stopped and tried to catch our breath. She smiled at me and planted another big kiss on my face. Then to my surprise she quickly got up, adjusted her gown and said "Thanks, but I have to run. My boyfriend was passed out when we left the party. I don't want him to wake up and me not be there."

I thought to my self, Holy Shit! I thought I had a guest for the evening and she has a boyfriend. The modern woman, what can you say.

Once I made it back to the hall Laurie immediately stopped me and said she had a problem. Steve had passed out and she needed help getting him back to their room. I could tell she was pissed and I voluntered to help in any way I could.

Along with one of the other guys we dragged Steve up to their suite and planted him on the bed. Laurie was so furious that I thought she was going to castrate him. She was starting to tear up and my heart went out to her. 

"I have waited 35 years to find the man of my dreams and get married and what does he do? Pass out. I'm not even going to get laid tonight. Damn him!"

At this time I felt the best thing to do was just sympathize with her and wish her a good evening. I said if she had any problems that I was right across the hall and she could feel free to visit at any time. She thanked me and said that she could always count on me when the going get tough. With this she leaned forward and gave me a short kiss on the lips. Suddenly she leaned back and asked me what that fragrance was I was wearing. I was too embarrassed to tell her that it was Cheryl's, Ode de Pussy.

After getting back to my suite I quickly took a shower and cleaned up. My cock was still slick from the juices Cheryl had so generously shared with me. Then I just put on my robe and hit the bed. 

Too wide-awake to sleep I decided to just watch TV and see what was happening in the world. After about 30 minutes I heard this knock on the door. I thought for sure that Cheryl had dumped her boyfriend at home and come back for a second course. Imagine my surprise when I was staring at a tearful eyed Laurie. 

"Joe, may I come in? I just don't feel like being alone right now." 

"Of course" I said and slowly let her in. 

Closing the door I turned around and she jumped at me and through her arms around me tightly.

"Please hold me Joe. I need to feel the warmth of your arms tonight. I just can't be around Steve at this time. I am so disappointed with him."

Well I am no fool and soon we were holding each other tightly. This went on for about a minute when I felt my blood filled rod start to rise. I was hoping this was not noticeable to Laurie but I didn't see how she could help but notice.

After a short period she pulled away from me and looked me in the eyes. Then she pulled me slowly to her lips and proceeded to stick her tongue down my throat. I returned the favor and soon we were deep in a kiss. 

This went on for about a minute when I felt her hand reach for the opening of my robe. I just stood still and let her reach for whatever she wanted and what she wanted was my cock. Slowly she moved down the robe and untied the tie. With the grace of a princess she moved the robe apart and pulled it wide apart. My cock sprang to full attention in front of her face and she just let it hover right there. I helped slip the robe off of my shoulders and, boom, it hit the floor. Laurie just stared at my cock like it was the last piece of food on earth. 

She then gently reached up and went for the base. Getting a soft grip on the shaft she delicately brought it to her mouth. She managed to look up at me one more time then she buried the full 6 inches into her mouth. While my cock isn't the longest it is quite thick at 7 inches round. She worked on that thing like you wouldn't believe. I have never had such a great blow job. Where this thing went in her mouth I do not know. God, it felt good.

As I was moaning in ecstasy she quickly raised her left hand to fondle my balls. They felt so good in her warm and soft hands that I wasn't sure I could take any more. Just then she released my cock from her mouth and said, "I want you to make love to me tonight Joe. I must get laid on my wedding night, and if Steve is too wasted to perform you are the one I would want to fulfill my evening."

Not being one to think about something like this I slowly took her hand and led her to the bed. I turned her around so her back would be to me and I pulled down her long, long zipper. As I was lowering this zipper I noticed that she was not wearing a bra with her gown. As I went further it was obvious that she was not wearing panties either.

Finally I reached the end and pulled the gown off of her shoulders. It gracefully fell to the floor and there was my fantasy, nude with her back to me. I moved my hands around to her waist and softly moved my hands up to cup her tits. Damn, they felt good as any tits I had ever felt, real or implants. I moved in closer and felt my cock nestle into the crack in her checks and then eventually her legs.

She moaned with pleasure and guided my hands around her now hot tits. Moving my hands up and down her now erect nipples. They were saluting like Farah Faucets tits and must have been sticking out about 3/4 of an inch. I just wanted to devour her right there on the spot.

After more of the breast play I pulled back and turned her around. I moved her away about 2 feet and just stared at her. This was easily the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Her perfectly proportioned body, lean athletic build and the darkest pussy triangle I had ever seen was a site to behold. 

With grace and ease she sat down on the bed and moved herself back. She moved to place her head on the pillow and shyly began to spread her legs. I knelt between them and quickly moved to her wet but hidden lips. Her neatly trimmed bush was perfect with just a hint of pussy showing through. 

I looked her in the eyes and then went to town on her mound. She quickly grabbed my head and guided my tongue to her inner sanctum. Immediately she began to gyrate and grunt as I darted up and down her lips and eventually to her clit. Soon she was groaning uncontrollably and forcefully pushing my mouth all about her nest. 

God she tasted so perfect. The nectar of her lips was like nothing I had ever tasted before. Any now she was flowing with juices that these lips could no longer contain. 

Finally I felt her start to loose it and her body tighten up. Faster and faster I licked her until the spasms started that signaled her orgasm. 

"Oh God, Oh God. I'm coming, IM COMING!!! AHHHHHHHH Oh - Oh - Oh - Oh, AHHHHHHHH!!!!" I had never heard a woman lose it like this before. She was truly out of control. 

Once she started to come down I moved on up and started to mount her. Her right hand came down and guided me into her hot, throbbing pussy. I was in such a state that I thought I was going to lose consciousness right there. She gasped as my rod finally penetrated the front gates and stared to enter her fully. 

"Damn it feels so good. Oh, what a perfect cock you have. Let me have all of it, let me have it all!!" With that I buried myself inside her and granted her request. I could feel the sides of her pussy pulsating and squeezing my cock like a vice. In and out I went, both of us making noises like two people that were dying at that moment. Finally I could take it no more and I released every drop of come I had in me. Laurie's eyes got wide and she said "I can feel all of your warm come. All of your come. Keep coming!!" Again, her throbbing pussy was milking my cock for every drop that my balls would release. 

Finally we began to slow. I remained inside her for the better part of 10 minutes before we started up again. We carried on for a good hour and 1/2 and eventually fell flat on the bed, totally exhausted. Fully spent.

This my friends was to be a relationship that we continued for the next two years. Steve was never the wiser and when ever Laurie is here in Florida we manage to fuck to our hearts content.