4 comments/ 31391 views/ 4 favorites Dressed in White Ch. 01 By: Raquel_Mulgrew It had just fallen to her feet and she stepped out of the white, fluffy fabric that had been the center of attention all day. She glanced down at the elaborate lace and silk material that currently lay in a large puddle on the hardwood floor and smiled. Her day had finally come. Amanda now stood naked before her new husband, her soft, supple breasts outlined in marvelous silhouette by the bedroom fireplace. It was the first time she'd completely exposed herself sexually to another person. She felt his judging eyes wander across her skin leaving her to wonder if he was pleased with what he saw. She'd always been critical of her body, unnecessarily so, but critical none the less. She often found herself comparing her smallish breasts with those of women whose were two and even three times the size of her own. She bemoaned the quarter-sized birthmark splattered on her inner left thigh. She'd always been self-conscious about it but even more so now in the presence of new and judgmental eyes. She also lamented over the scar on her right side from when she had her appendix removed. The scar had healed considerably over the five or so years since the surgery, but in her eyes it was simply one more thing to worry about. Minor blemishes suddenly became lavish disfigurements under this new microscope. A mole here, a pock mark there -- it suddenly all stood out like a sore thumb. But little did she know that the perceived flaws were mostly only in her mind. Lionel viewed Amanda with a different set of eyes all together. He stared at his lovely virgin wife, their wedding was not more than five hours ago and all the while all he could think about was getting her home to taste and explore every inch of this beautiful creature for the first time. She was finally his, untouched and untarnished by the hands of another man. He saw no flaws or imperfections. To the contrary. She was perfect as far as he could see. He continued to watch as she stood there silently, almost afraid. She had the countenance of a child waiting for guidance -- approval from some knowledgeable and demanding authority figure. Lionel had been attempting to hide his arousal through most of the wedding and reception. He knew he was the envy of every man in that hall. To have such a beautiful and pristine wife to deflower. Most of the town knew Amanda was a virgin -- they knew she had to be. She was never the type to lull around with the opposite sex as she pretty much kept to herself. She had a relatively small circle of friends and being that she lived in a small town, there weren't very many people to get to know, anyway. Lionel himself was an honest, hardworking man. At thirty-seven, he was easily fifteen years the senior of his new bride and her fresh innocence poured over him like a fine red wine. Lionel was quite experienced sexually as most assumed he was and he was extremely eager to teach his Amanda everything there was to know about pleasing a man. He was also eager to teach her everything he knew about pleasing a woman. Which was more than a little. Lionel reached out and ran one hardened and calloused hand across her left breast, her nipple peaking eagerly in response. Amanda silently quaked beneath his intruding hand, her skin showing freshly surfaced goose pimples. He thought he would start off gently caressing her and seducing her like some story-book romance she no doubt was acquainted with, but the pure longing, lust and need he'd buried so deep within him for so long wouldn't let him be a gentleman tonight. He told Amanda to strip him slowly revealing every inch of maleness there was for her to explore, and he had a lot of it. Amanda gently peeled down his suspenders. They fell from his shoulders and hung around his waist like tinsel on a Christmas tree. She then freed his white, long sleeved shirt from the confines of his trousers. He put his hands up over his head allowing her to pull the garment off all the way. Amanda had to stand on her tip toes to accomplish the task. As she succeeded in pulling the shirt from his arms, her beautiful nubile breasts wiggled as she braced herself back down to her feet. Lionel could barely contain the animalistic arousal that watching her body move so gracefully stirred within him. With the shirt now tossed to the floor at his feet, she let her hands wander through the thick bush of hair on his chest, feeling her way across the hard lines of his masculine shoulders. His body screamed of a man who spent much of his life doing hard, laborious work. His arms were well taught and defined, the skin warm and smooth as her fingers roamed his person. Within the thick, brown and white brush of his chest hair, Amanda stumbled upon a single stiffening bud beneath it. She ran her palm across his nipple and Lionel breathed in deeply in response. Amanda smoothed and pushed her hand delicately along the peak. It took every bit of reserved strength Lionel had not to throw her to the floor and take what was rightfully his. Her body, her innocence, her love. But he could wait. Or at least that's what he told himself. He patiently and silently stood there letting Amanda explore a man's body for the first time. Lionel loved the exquisite feel of her tender hands on his flesh. The tips of her fingers ran down the center of his chest in a straight line right down to his belly button. Her fingers scampered around the vicinity moving back and forth over his finely toned abs and back down again to his navel. She was unknowingly toying with him. She had absolutely no idea how much this simple gesture was tearing him up inside. All he wanted was for her to touch him. To touch him like a woman touches a man. His stiffened cock begged for her to do so. Unable to take much more of her prodding, Lionel grabbed her hand and roughly ran it along his hardened shaft protruding from his slacks, his hips pumped in unison with the strokes. "The pants -- now, Amanda," he whispered, commanding her to release the swollen muscle from its material confines. Amanda looked up at him and saw nothing but hunger in his eyes. For a moment, it frightened her. She was not familiar with the expression at all, but she didn't hesitate at his command. She unhooked the button of his black trousers, and slowly unzipped them. An even darker patch of hair than on his chest quickly sprung out from the newly loosened material. Lionel was never a man who felt the need to bother with underwear. He was always much more comfortable and a lot less chaffed without them. Amanda hooked her thumbs into the insides of his pants, gently pushed down and slowly knelt down to the floor with them. This new and incredibly buoyant flesh sprang out at her all at once. She was captivated by its innate ability to stand at attention on its own. His erect cock seemed to beckon her. It stood at full mast trying earnestly to capture her attention. And capture her attention it did. She marveled at its girth and the slickness of the skin around it. Its veiny surface piqued her curiosity even more. "Touch it," Lionel whispered having waited more than long enough for her to do so on her own. Amanda looked again at the commanding shaft in front of her and cautiously took one hand and lightly wrapped her fingers around it. She did it delicately as if with some naïve and unwarranted fear that it would break. It was hot and smooth to the touch and she felt it pulse inside her fingers. "Suck it, Amanda. Please, God put your mouth on me." Came his next request. Amanda gripped his dick more tightly in her hand and slowly tilted her head toward the large mushroom head at its top and pursed her lips. She opened her mouth wide and slid the tip of his manhood past her lips. Lionel hissed the moment the heat from her warm and inviting mouth touched the skin of his cock. His knees buckled and he had to grip one arm on the fireplace mantle to keep from falling over. She sucked gingerly at the tip, not pushing more than an inch or so inside her mouth before removing it again. Lionel was dying. He needed to claim as much of her warmth as her mouth would allow. "Deeper," he cried. "Take it down your throat, sweetheart -- as far as it will go." Amanda braced herself on her knees and opened her mouth wider as she slowly pushed forward even further. She closed her eyes tight and drew in as much of his manhood as she could. Just as he felt her about to withdraw, Lionel unconsciously grabbed her head and held her there. He gradually pulled his hips back, watching his now slickened shaft liberate itself from her perfect, pink lips before pushing forward again, still delicately holding her head in place. He did this a few times, each time holding her there longer than the time before. He pivoted his hips at each entry, expertly guiding himself closer to satisfaction. He had begun to gain a soft, sensual rhythm with his movements and Amanda was quickly catching on. "Like that. Now you do it", he said finally releasing her head. Amanda braced her hands against his thighs and matched the same motion and pace as Lionel had just shown her. The and wet slurping sounds her lips made as his cock slid wickedly in and out of her mouth drove him crazy. Amanda felt the warmth of the bit of precum that seeped from the head of his cock. It rolled over her tongue with a slightly salty taste. Lionel instinctively grabbed hold of Amanda's head again, letting his hips fuck her mouth like he had earlier. He suddenly felt the familiar tightening of his balls and knew he was on the verge of his first orgasm of the night. He wanted to cum now, like this, in her sweet mouth. If he had made any attempt to wait to cum inside her untouched pussy, it would be over all too soon. He didn't want that -- so he needed this for him, for her, for them both to enjoy what the rest of the night promised to offer. Lionel let his hips guide themselves to any and all pleasures his body desired. Sometimes his movements were slow and deliberate, other times he moved in and out of her recklessly, reveling in the sensations the hot, wetness of her mouth released upon him. Lionel's release was immense. He exploded violently into her mouth. His juices pulsed out in streams as he held fast her head on his shaft. He plunged deep into her mouth and held himself there as torrents of cum flowed from his body and into hers. Amanda felt the hot streams hit the back of her throat and she again closed her eyes tight at the unfamiliar feeling. Lionel's hips kept pumping rhythmatically in and out of her pert mouth, milking his body of every ounce of his seed there was to give at the moment. As his climax subsided, he knew this would be the first of many times he would fill this (his) woman up with his juices in the years to come and he felt like the luckiest man in the world. As he slowly withdrew his softening cock from her mouth, he saw drops of cum paving a white path down the side of her mouth. He raised her chin up toward him and spoke. "Swallow it, baby. Swallow it all for me," he said as took his finger and scooped the escaped seed from her chin and put it to her lips. Amanda swallowed hard, then opened her mouth to welcome his cum soaked finger. She suckled his seed from his fingertip, using her tongue to stroke it from top to bottom, eager to please and making sure to lick it clean. "Thata girl", he said as he brushed the fallen, brown, hair from her face. He leaned down and kissed her warm and swollen lips, eager -- desperate - to help her awaken that sleeping beast of lust buried somewhere deep within. He couldn't stand it anymore. It was finally time to make a woman out of his new bride. Lionel helped her to her feet and swung her up into his arms. She gasped and giggled as she clasped her hands firmly around his neck. He walked her over to their bed and gently sat her down on the edge. Amanda released his neck and lay down beneath him. Her hair fell into a dark brown pool around her head and her legs hung over the edge, slightly parted, revealing the faint glistening of desire from between her thighs. The scent of her arousal fell heavy on him and his spent cock was slowly reawakening at the thought of what was to come... Dressed in White Ch. 02 "Go slow." She pleaded, her body quivering beneath him readying herself for her first real taste of womanhood. "Slow?" Lionel thought. She had an excuse. She was young and inexperienced but he knew better. Taking it slow would only prolong her discomfort. He wanted the loss of her virtue to be over quickly so that she could experience the exquisite pleasures of sex, of intimacy, and love. He would have been lying to himself if he said he didn't feel some perverse excitement in knowing he would be the first (the only) man to fill her up with his cock and seed. Knowing that he was the one to conquer the untouched innocence of this incredibly beautiful creature beneath him made him feel more like a man than anything he could imagine. The last thing he could fathom doing at this point was taking it slow. He had waited so long to be with this woman and if there was anything he was sure of, it was that his wait was over and there was going to be nothing 'slow' about what he'd planned to do next. He'd spent the last year being a saint in his mind. Holding hands with Amanda, kissing her on the cheek and maintaining a decent courting distance. She was his now and, as far as he was concerned, the waiting was over. He turned her over on her belly and let her hips rest on the edge of the bed; her pussy served up to him like a fine meal. He ran his hands across her luscious bottom, spreading her cheeks and inhaling the intoxicating scent of her arousal. His cock throbbed and twitched with readiness. He let one finger slide along her moist slickness. It briefly peeked through her outer folds soaking it with her juices. Lionel removed his finger and eagerly suckled at it, tasting her for the first of many times. He closed his eyes and groaned. It was exquisite. He'd never loved the taste of anything so much in his life. Lionel quickly bent down behind Amanda and buried his face in her pussy. His tongue darted expertly between her soft lips as he tried his best to consume every drop of wetness that wept from her body. He spread her cheeks wide and flattened his tongue out along her clit all the way up to the puckered rose button of her ass. Amanda was writhing in ecstasy. Her moans grew louder as the backward grinding of her hips intensified. She never would have believed she could experience such pleasure in her life. Every time Lionel made one long sweep of his tongue from stem to stern and back, Amanda felt as if her entire body was floating off to heaven. No. Heaven had nothing on this. There were no words, no metaphors, and no imaginings to describe where her body was taking her at that moment. All she could do was lay back and enjoy. Lionel, knowing that he was sending his new bride to the brink of the abyss with every lick of his skilled tongue, didn't want her to come like this for the first time. He wanted her first real orgasm to be a proper one. It should come from him filling her up completely. His male muscle pulsing deep inside her claiming its territory and allowing her a feeling that she would beg for the rest of her life. He rested this tip of his cock at her opening then leaned forward and used his weight to hold her hands down at the wrists in front of her. He readied himself and closed his eyes tight. With that, Lionel quickly and violently pierced through her folds, his massive cock stretching her in ways she'd never felt before. The silky smooth wetness clenched his member like a vice, her vaginal walls straining profusely to accommodate his incredible girth. Amanda shrieked at the sudden ravaging. He tore into her so quickly she had no time to prepare for the intensity of his thrust. Lionel had impaled her to the edge of the bed and held her there. She lay with her wrists twisting beneath his hands as he tried to hold her still. Her fingers grasped at the bed sheets. It was a feeling so unfamiliar and yet so natural at the same time. The feeling of being filled up completely 'down there' was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. He held himself still inside her while she grunted and wiggled her bottom beneath him in an effort to remove him from her body. It felt like it was too much, like he was tearing her up inside. Having something that big invade her body so quickly was unthinkable. She thought that she would never be able to do this regularly. She thought she couldn't take the pain. Lionel kept her writhing in check by pushing himself even further into her wetness. This way, Amanda was barely able to move beneath him. He knew it would take a few minutes for her body to adjust to him. "Shhh," he whispered as he leaned down to her ear and nibbled on its lobe. "Don't move, baby. It'll feel better soon, I promise." His warm lips left her ear and began a light nibble on the back of her neck while Amanda closed her eyes and gasped roughly beneath him. Minutes had passed with his hips pressed tightly against her bottom and Lionel had waited long enough. The muscles straining within her depths were as forgiving as they were going to get – never mind the fact that his balls felt like they were nearly numb with anticipation. It was time to fuck her. It was time to fuck her like a man should. Time to fuck her like a woman deserved to be fucked. Amanda had settled down now, her hands were motionless beneath his as beads of sweat popped up along her shoulders and the small of her back. He felt the moistness of her body against his naked skin. Her previous shrieks had withered into nearly inaudible whimpers and that's when he knew she was ready as well. Lionel made his first withdrawal from the woman he had finally made his. He took one long backward stroke and pulled out of her pussy completely. He looked down at his cock wholly soaked in her juices. The head of his member hovered just outside her newly christened hole as the raging heat emanating from her folds beckoned for his reentry. On the upthrust, he pushed himself all the way inside her once again, feeling her furnace envelope his manhood in the tight grip that made him shudder with pleasure. Amanda shrieked once more at the sudden intrusion. But this time, for Amanda, it wasn't as harsh as his initial invasion. No, this time it was different. She bit her bottom lip at the tightness of his body filling up hers once again, but the pain had eased considerably. She felt the initial sparks of what would be the first of countless climaxes she would receive from her new husband's body. Amanda panted beneath him, she pulled in her breath in short gasps as she held tight to the crumpled sheets beneath her fingers. Lionel's hands still clasped at her wrists with no sign of letting go. He made another brief withdrawal from her body before he crashed his hips into her again. Amanda accepted it all, her eyes closed tight as she felt the new and intense sensations spiral throughout her body. Lionel was starting to pick up his pace, surrendering what little restraint he had mustered from the start. He finally released her hands, leaving red cuff marks around her wrists. His hands grasped toward the curvature of her hips and found a new home there. He gripped at the soft, yet taut flesh and hiked her ass upwards toward him, giving him better access to the task at hand. Amanda slid toward him on the bed as he made plunge after plunge into her tight, drenched heat. Lionel felt himself on the verge on his second orgasm of the night. He let his right hand snake around to the front to Amanda's mound as his fingers wrestled with her clit. This was all that was needed to send her violently over the edge. Her muscles spasmed within her and clenched like a fist around Lionel's tool, releasing the initial bursts of his seed deep within her. Her screams of pleasure seemed to rocket her body to the stars taking his with her on this wondrous journey. They both came in unison as they panted and gasped for breath, their bodies soaked in sweat and each other's juices. Lionel's cock still convulsed inside her, as it spilled as much seed into her as it could. He looked down and watched as he slipped softly in and out of her, each withdrawal allowing semen to drip from her folds and on to the floor beneath them. His final exit made a subdued popping noise as his limp manhood unsuctioned itself from her hole. His cock fell limp at his upper thigh and streams of cum flowed from her opening and made an even larger puddle on the floor by her feet. Amanda lay quivering on the bed, barely able to move and feeling suddenly empty without her man taking his rightful place between her legs. Lionel stood tall on his feet and watched the scene before him in awe. Her pussy lips were still spread open from his girth widening her to fit him, her vulva was red, almost raw with his fucking and her cunt was filled to the brim and dripping with his cum. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. There were so many things he wanted to do to this woman that his head felt dizzy just thinking about it all. There were so many dimensions he wanted to take her to sexually, so many positions, locations – the things he would teach her - and the many ways he wanted to make her body feel so much pleasure that she wouldn't be able to stand up or walk straight most of the time. Oh, if she only knew. She would surely think he was a dirty old man. Well, he was. And he was okay with that. He was also going to make damn sure she was okay with it, too. Lionel walked back over to Amanda and stroked her long, silky hair. He gracefully turned her over and kissed her deeply thrusting his tongue deep inside her mouth again, mimicking what his resurrected cock wanted to do to all the different orifices of her body. Amanda allowed his tongue in and suckled it as he lifted her higher onto the bed. He placed her in the center right between the pillows and spread her legs wide. He had to take her again. Right now. His cock was nearly rock hard again as he nestled himself between her legs and held her thighs down with his hands as he prepared himself to enter her again. This time he would get to see her face as he filled her up with his massive tool. She was his wife and he was her man. She was his to do with as he pleased and she would know and understand this by the end of the night. Her body was his and he was going to use every bit of it in any way that pleased him most. Over the coming weeks, she would learn this well. Just the mere thought of it excited Lionel even more. Lionel grunted as he poised himself at the opening of her tunnel and he took her. His cock forced its way back into its own personal heaven again and Amanda's eyes bulged feeling it stretch her to the max for the second time. Lionel groaned and Amanda moaned at his reentry. Lionel lifted her legs over her head letting her knees rest beside her ears and looked her in the eyes. He violently pounded himself into her body demanding she knew who was in charge here. He was the dominant man and she was his submissive woman. He could see in her eyes that she understood completely and that she needed him to be in control. It gave her comfort and it gave him strength. It was symbiotic and that was the way it was to be. He took her this night. He sometimes took her roughly and others softly. Again and again. Him on top, her on top. He fucked her from the side, from behind, up against the wall and even on the floor. He took her in so many unimaginable ways all through the night and into the morning. He fucked her to the point of pure and utter exhaustion for both of them. *** The next morning had left them both weary and sore. Lionel had awaken first and looked over at the still sleeping Amanda and smiled. His gaze fell to the floor where her wedding dress still lay in the center of the rug by the fireplace. Right beside them were the white silk panties she had worn with it at their wedding. Lionel leaned over and clasped one of Amanda's bare nipples in his lips then playfully rolled his tongue around the stiffening bulb. She shifted in her sleep, but didn't wake. Lionel grinned again and lifted his nude frame from the bed. He walked over to the pair of panties on the floor, lifted them to his face and inhaled deeply. He loved the smell of her pussy. He thought he could die in that scent. He held them up to the morning sunlight as it glistened from the window then quickly bunched them up and threw them in the trash bin by the dresser. He liked them. But it was such a shame that she wouldn't be allowed to wear underpants around him anymore. He had decided last night that he wanted her to be as accessible to him as possible and all panties were, were an additional and unnecessary barrier. He wanted her available when he needed her and if that also meant anywhere and everywhere other people may be, then so be it. He knew he wouldn't be able to control when he needed to have her. And why should he? Her pussy was his and that was all either of them needed to know. She would eventually get used to it – and even come to expect and enjoy it. Even eventually beg for it. But she still had a lot to learn. Lionel looked back at the sleeping Amanda then quietly walked his naked body to the bathroom across the hall.