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The Wedding Night

By: dirtybirdy



I had waited six whole months for this day. Since the moment I had proposed, my fiancée had pulled the plug on our sex life. She said that it would make our wedding night that much more special. I had somehow managed to last through this period of abstinence without attacking her and tearing her clothes off, mainly through a strict regiment of jerking off and an occasional blowjob. But for me, the real joy in life is having my cock buried in her nice, wet pussy. Finally, that moment of joy had arrived.

At the wedding I was so horny that I got a hard-on at the altar as Lisa walked down the aisle. She’s a knockout- tight little body, perfect tits, and a protruding ass that begs to be fucked. Seeing it stuffed into that wedding dress, I’m surprised I didn’t blow my load right there. Luckily, I was able to maintain some composure. I suffered through the reception, shaking hands with countless guests I’d never met in my life, until we were finally able to leave.

We checked into our hotel, a secluded spot in the middle of nowhere. As soon as we got into our room I was all over her.

“Hold on a second, let me get ready.”

“I can’t wait another minute…”

She disappeared into the bathroom. I sat down on the bed, stroking my hard cock through my pants. She appeared a few minutes later, dressed in the sexiest lingerie I had ever seen. A lace halter pushed her tits up, revealing massive cleavage. She had on garters that held up long stockings, making her legs seem to go on forever. Underneath those she wore a sexy thong that rode up the crack of her ass and barely covered her pussy mound.

“You’ve been a good boy for a long time. Now it’s time for me to be a very bad girl.”

She straddled me on the bed and began kissing me deeply, shoving her tongue deep into my mouth and running her hands all over my body. She grabbed my head and forced it into her chest, burying my face between her breasts. While I licked her tits, she moaned deeply in my ear. She pushed me back on to the bed and opened up my shirt. Slowly, she licked her way down my chest, lightly biting my neck and sucking on my nipples. 

She finally reached my waistband and undid my belt, pulling off my pants and throwing them on the floor. She worked her way back up to my crotch, licking my inner thighs. She ran her tongue up and down the shaft of my cock, then took my entire ballsack in her mouth and sucked lightly. Not stopping there, she lifted my balls and spread my legs. She started licking the underside of my balls and worked her way down until her tongue was flicking around my asshole! I moaned in elated surprise, driving her to continue. She kept licking up and down my asscrack, taking extra time to flick her tongue in and out of my anus. The feeling was incredible. She returned to my cock, circling the head with her tongue and working her way down until the whole shaft was deep in her throat. 

She began bobbing her head up and down, sucking me like a vacuum. Meanwhile, she caressed my balls with one hand and tickled my asshole with other. As she started to suck my dick harder, she slipped her finger into my ass. It would hurt a little, then turn to complete pleasure. She kept sucking me faster, rubbing my balls harder and sticking her finger inside me. Just when my ass would stretch out and it started feeling really good, she would slip another finger inside me until she finally had three fingers jamming in and out of my asshole. I couldn’t believe the pleasure of being finger-fucked by my wife while she sucked my cock like a pro. The sensation became too much to hold out any longer. Lisa apparently sensed that I was about to come and sucked harder than ever. I erupted into her mouth and she kept sucking. My asshole was having spasms while wrapped around her fingers, making my orgasm even more intense. After what seemed like an eternity, my orgasm finally subsided.

Lisa again came up to me and gave me a long, deep kiss, but this time her mouth was filled with cum! I pulled away in shock.

“We’re married now- we share everything…” she whispered.

I have to admit the sheer sluttiness turned me on and I went back to making out with her, our tongues covered in the cum I had just spewed into her mouth. She sat up and let the halter straps fall off of her shoulders, allowing her breasts to pop out the top. She took her hands and pushed her tits up to her mouth and licked her own nipples, allowing the leftover cum to drool out and dribble off her chin and onto her breasts. I sat up and began sucking her nipples, feeling them get hard in my mouth and tasting them cum smeared across her chest. I was hard again almost immediately. I had my hands wrapped around her back and was massaging her ass. I slipped a finger under her thong and discovered that she was sopping wet. As I rubbed her pussy, she began to moan again and buck her hips against me. Suddenly she stopped.

“Are you ready to deflower your virgin wife on her wedding night?”

I wasn’t sure what she meant. I always thought you had to wait seven years to be a virgin again, not six months. I looked at her in bewilderment.

“There’s still one part of me that’s still a virgin…”

I knew now what she meant! She climbed off of me and lay down on the bed. She pulled out some lubricant she had stashed in the nightstand and gave it to me. I flipped her over on to her stomach and pulled off her thong. Her tight ass and virgin sphincter were beckoning to me, so I kneeled down and started to lick her asscrack. She started moaning and pushing back against me. She raised up on her knees, pushing her ass skyward and allowing me easier access to her asshole and pussy. I alternated licking her clit and sticking my tongue in her pussy. With my hands on her buttcheeks I spread her asshole wide open with my thumbs and shoved my tongue inside her anus. She was moaning wildly now. I took some of the lubricant and spread it around the entrance to her ass. Slowly, I stuck my fingers inside her tight virgin ass, one at first, then two. I started finger fucking her asshole with one hand and her pussy with my other. I could tell by how wet she was she was gonna come soon.

“Please, fuck me in my ass. I want to feel your cock inside me…” she begged.

I positioned myself doggie style behind her and placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her poop-shoot. I started to push my way inside. It was so tight, but with all the lubrication it slipped in easily. Inch by inch I crept my way deeper into her ass until finally my balls were slapping up against her clit. This sent a shock through her body and her muscles tightened, squeezing me back out of her ass. I buried myself inside her again, this time harder, and when I reached the bottom was squeezed out again. The feeling of her asshole massaging my cock was so intense. I started fucking her harder and harder, grabbing the sides of her hips to give me more leverage and keep myself from being forced out. I reached around and cupped one of her swinging breasts, squeezing her nipple between my fingers. With one of her free hands, she reached under herself and started fingering her pussy. With each moment I fucked her harder and she fingered herself faster. My cock swelled even larger and I could tell I was about to have my second orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum…”

“Oh yes…” she moaned “Fill my ass with your cum. I want to feel you explode inside my tight little asshole. Oh god, I’m gonna cum…”

With that she started thrashing violently, having an incredible orgasm. I couldn’t hold back any longer a started spewing deep in her ass. It seemed to last forever. I must have drained a quart of sperm inside of her. The last of her spasms finally pushed my cock out of her ass and I fell on to the bed beside her. 

I must have dozed off for a while, but she didn’t let me rest long. I woke up to an amazing site. I was lying on my back and she had straddled my face. Her pussy was just inches from my nose now, and for the first time I noticed she had shaved her cunt completely bald! She looked like a thirteen-year-old girl.

“I’m just a little girl…please make me into a woman.”

She lowered her hairless pussy down on to my waiting lips. The feeling of licking her smooth pussy lips was incredible. She slipped back and forth, riding my face like an animal. As she did, her soaking pussy juices mixed with cum dripping out of her asshole and smeared all over my face. I sucked on her clit while sticking my tongue deep inside her, then poked my nose between her cuntlips and licked her cum-soaked asshole. She was bucking faster and faster until finally she came again, drenching my face in even more pussy juice. She came down and kissed me, licking her own juices off of my face.

“I love the way my pussy tastes on your face…”

By now my cock was completely engorged again, and she had worked herself into a position where she was sliding the shaft of my cock between her pussy lips. She would slide up and down, and just before my cock would slip inside her, she would stop and start the whole process over again. This teasing continued for a while until finally she stopped, the tip of my cock just barely sticking inside her tight pussy.

“Are you ready” she asked.

“I’ve been waiting forever. Please, don’t make me wait any longer.

She slowly slid further down on to my cock, stopping after just an extra inch.

“Are you sure? You don’t want to wait any longer?”

“Please…” I begged.

Again, she slipped my cock a bit further inside her and stopped.

“Since we’ve been engaged, I haven’t been on the pill”

I was shocked at first, but at this point I didn’t give a shit.

“I don’t care. Please, let me fuck you.”

“I could get pregnant. Is that OK?”

Rather than turn me off, this had the opposite effect. The thought of making love to my fertile wife was an incredible turn on.

“I don’t care. Please, just let me inside you…”

“Here it goes…”

She slid the rest of the way down on to my cock, impaling herself on top of me. It had only been six months, but her pussy was tighter than ever. She sat up and rode me with long strides, throwing her head back in ecstasy and squeezing one of her tits with her free hand. I watched as my cock slipped in and out of her bald pussy. The walls of her cunt gripped my cock like a vice. I moaned out in pleasure. She leaned over me again and whispered in my ear as she rode my cock.

“I want you to come deep inside my womb. Please, make me pregnant. I want to feel your baby inside me…”

I began to fuck her faster and deeper. My cock started to swell again. I reached around her and slipped a finger into her ass.

“Oh yes…” she moaned “I want you to fuck me while I’m pregnant. I want you to fuck my tight pussy and my ass.”

She sat back up and squeezed her tits together, pinching her nipples like she was milking them.

“I want you to suck on my big tits when they’re full of milk. I want you to drink my milk while you fuck me with my big belly.”

She started grinding even harder. She reached around and started rubbing my balls with her hand. As she leaned back I could barely see the base of my cock between her shaved pussy lips. I was so deep inside her I didn’t know how she could take it all.

“I can feel how swollen your big balls are. I want you to fill me up with all of your cum and knock me up. I want you to make your wife a mommy. I want you to fuck a mommy!”

The pleasure became too intense again. My cock grew even larger inside her, triggering her own orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna fill you up with my cum and make you pregnant!”

“OH YES” she screamed “I want your baby! Cum deep inside me! KNOCK ME UP!! MAKE ME PREGNANT!!”

I exploded inside my young wife’s tight pussy, filling every crack, corner and crevice of her womb. If there was any way for her to get her wish, this was the load to do it. She collapsed on top of me, her hips grinding in the aftermath of her own orgasm. The ramifications of what I’d just done suddenly horrified me. Oh well, I guessed it was worth it. Besides, she was begging for it…

“That was incredible. Do you think it worked?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you think you might get pregnant from this?”

“Did you really think I was serious? Hell no! I’m still protected. I just got married! I’ve got a good job and more money than I can spend. Do you really I would give that up to babysit some bratty fucking kid all day? If you’re in such a hurry to have kids, go knock up one of those slut mistresses you fuck on business trips. I’m happy just the way I am.”

A wave of relief swept over me. Just listening to my slutty guttermouth wife made me horny all over again, and we started making love again on what was going to be a very long wedding night.

The Wedding Night



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Looking into each other's eyes with the sort of expression that makes words obsolete and, for the first time in the ceremony, letting a hint of a smile cross their faces, Anakin and Padmé took each other’s hands, leaned towards each other and kissed the first kiss of their union. The Nubian Holy Man that had presided over their joining bowed and stepped back, turning to walk down the grand stairway to where Paddy Accu, the retreat’s caretaker, was waiting in his wave-riding gondola speeder to take him back to the monastery, a trip which would, at the best of times, take a full day. But of this the newly weds took no notice; they were so deeply and passionately engaged with each other that a droid army could have landed on the grand patio around them and they would never have noticed. But as it was none did, in fact, the only two droids with in a thousand kilometers were R2 and 3PO who were quietly standing under the smaller of the two grand oak trees that sprawled over the northern end of the patio. They had been the only two witnesses of the event as Noobian tradition strictly forbade the presence of on lookers at such joinings. It was only at the special request of a Galactic Senator and a Jedi Padawan that the Holy Man had been swayed and consented to the droids presence. They looked on as the couple continued to kiss, softly, yet with an inner fire that was barely detectable though their gentleness. 

The kiss went on, as from the many planted pots that lined the masonry railing surrounding the patio wafted the fragrance of roses the like of which is found no where else in the galaxy. Finally Anakin broke the kiss by pulling up, out of reach of Padmé’s lips. 

Standing draped in the common brown cloak of a Jedi he continued to look down at her with a depth and feeling in his eyes that has not been seen in all the ages, he being the first bearer of the force to break the Jedi Code and allow him self to fall to the temptations of flesh. Not that one could blame the young padawan; standing before him was the most beautiful and graceful image of a woman ever to rise from the quiet streets of Theed. Padmé stood in front of him at little more than 5 feet, draped in a gown of satin and lace with patterns of pearls woven intricately into the outer layer. Her rich brown hair was twisted into two strands that flowed out from under her pearl and lace cap, running down over the uncovered tops of her breasts and to the slim and subtle curves of her waist. The gown flowed down and trailed out behind her giving the appearance of being nothing but an extension of the environment, which, given the setting, would have been completely appropriate.

Their gaze broke and they slowly turned westward, out towards the setting sun. Holding the warm metal of her lover’s new right had with her left, Padmé looked from Anakin out to over the lake as the sun dipped below the peak of the tallest mountain in the lake country. The few rays that still escaped over the top lit the grand trees, the full green vines and the pots of roses and cast long shadows over the balcony that danced and swayed in the warm evening breeze; a breeze which carried with it a pallet of the richest and most exquisite smells to ever be had; a breeze that along with the smells carried with it a warm humid feeling, a feeling that although somewhat pleasant, fit subtly and ominously with the dark bubbling clouds spilling down through a valley across the lake from some far away plane beyond and gathering steadily, all the while stretching outwards over the lake. The couple stood, hand in hand for what would have seemed to an on looker like an eternity until the last ray of the bright Naboo sun had faded into twilight. 

The silence was broken finally by the sound of foot steps behind them. Turning from the fading light and the growing storm, they watched as 8 of the senator’s servants, wrapped in pure white, simply cut, satin gowns, walked towards them. Once before the couple the servants bowed before beginning their sacred duty. A bow back from Anakin and Padmé and the servants began: one for each of the pair’s hands and 2 more each for in front and behind, the 8 girls in satin lead the couple into Varykino, the spectacular home that had been in the Naberrie family for years. They walked though the great entrance hall, gliding smoothly over the polished white and burgundy marble floor, until reaching a “T” in their path. Anakin and Padmé took a last look at each other before being led their separate ways for preparation.

Anakin was led down a short corridor to the same room where he’d had his last terrible nightmares no more than a week before. The large maple door was folded back and the entrance was blocked only with light silk drapes that the procession passed through as if they weren’t even there. 

The room was dimly lit by the many candles that lined the room in their golden holders and a fire burning low on the hearth along the east wall. Looking around Anakin saw few differences from the way the room was when he left it, the only inconsistency he noticed was the white robe neatly folded at the foot of the bed. 

Padmé had told him little of Noobian first night rituals before the joining ceremony but she did suggest that he should follow the lead of the servants. Although so far they had done nothing more than to lead him down the hall to his room, Anakin was less than thrilled with the system. He didn’t need people to lead him around; there was nothing they could do that he couldn’t do himself if told. But since he didn’t know exactly what was happening and he knew how much the tradition meant to Padmé he swallowed his pride and objections and allowed things to progress as they may. Besides, although they were no Padmés, the servants were more than attractive. 

They stopped at the foot of the bed and the girls that had been holding his hands let go and stepped back to the sides facing him. The two that had been in front and behind him also took a step back and the one in front turned to face him and they all bowed once more to him in unison. Anakin remained where he was, keeping the unified posture customary to a Jedi standing still, looking straight ahead out the window at the now dark sky, acutely aware of what was going on yet seemingly detached. 

Outside the clouds that had only moments before been just a threat on the other side of the lake were rapidly flowing over the sky, blotting out the millions of stars that filled the Naboo sky. 

Nadi and Teckla, the servant girls in front of and behind him, now began to remove his clothing. Nadi started from behind him by taking the cloak from his shoulders and laying it on the bed. Teckla, looking up into his eyes and stepping closer to him then unbuttoned the front of his black leather vest and burgundy Gui. Taking in a deep breath and biting her lower lip she pushed them away to the sides as Nadi reached over his shoulders pulling them back off of his arms. 

Still getting used to his new right arm and feeling slightly self conscious about the bare metal limb Anakin would have just as soon kept it under the wraps of his clothing but the matter couldn’t be helped, he was not the one in control of the situation. His mind’s protest of vanity was quickly crushed by the looks on the faces of the girls as they undressed him. 

As the garments were removed exposing his smooth, young, leanly muscled upper body, the other two servants who had been standing at his sides, Saché and Yané, moved in pressing themselves against his sides and began kissing his neck and shoulders, and gently caressing his strong chest with their supple hands. It had been clear from the beginning that the girls were aroused even before they first walked out onto the patio; their thin satin gowns did little to hide their perk nipples as they pressed outwards and now they were doing their best to bring Anakin up to the same level. And they were succeeding. Although his exterior remained calm and passive, inside he was beginning to warm up to the situation. His nipples were beginning to harden under the sweet attention of Saché and Yané and as Saché slipped her hand down and began to caress his firm stomach he could feel his penis beginning to take note of the situation. Through all of this he remained looking forwards out the window, drawing on every ounce of training to control his mind and body through this experience. 

After carefully removing his lightsaber and gently placing it atop his garments already on the bed Nadi and Teckla then crouched down in front and behind him and removed his boots and pants leaving the Jedi completely naked in front of the girls. Nadi and Teckla then stood up and stepped back, letting the other two do their work. Saché’s and Yané’s hands began to wander lower and lower down past his naval, gently brushing against the upper boarder of the thin hair that defined his groin, but turning immediately on contact. Their hands skirted the boarder and worked up and down his thighs, but never coming any closer to his penis. 

Despite this lack of direct contact he was responding as well as any one could wish. His penis had begun to grow and reached its full and erect 7 inches in but a short moment. The smooth head had partially pushed its way out of its sheath of flesh but had remained mostly hidden. The girl’s reaction to his size was poorly hidden if any attempt was made at all. Although no one spoke a word they all expressed their approval to one another with their facial expressions, Nadi going so far as to place her hand over her lower abdomen and gently squeezing as she fought the image of it slipping into her. 

Deciding that the desired reaction had been evoked, Saché and Yané slowly worked their way back up to his chest and finished their task by each placing as much of a kiss as was allowed on his neck. Stepping back they nodded to Nadi and Teckla who took the signal to pick up the satin robe from the bed and drape it over Anakin. Brought around and buttoned at the front the robe was no more concealing than the gowns the girls were wearing, his erection pushing at the front, the purple of its head apparent under the thin material. With the robe on, the girls once again took up their original positions around him and began to lead him across the floor to the doorway that lead out to the courtyard between his and Padmé’s bedroom.

Since their separation Padmé’s company had also been busy preparing her for what was sure to be the most memorable night of her short life. Turning away from Anakin, Padmé was led in the opposite direction down the beautiful grand hallway of Varykino. After making two turns they reached the magnificent maple panel doors leading to the retreat’s master bedroom. Rabé, the servant at the front of their procession stepped forwards and, turning the great polished gold handles, opened them inwards as they passed though. 

Once inside Sabé, the busty, dark haired servant bringing up the rear of the group turned to close the doors behind them. Padmé was led the short distance to the foot of the bed where she was turned with her back to the bed so that she faced the bedroom’s fire place. The high fire, in conjunction with the many candles scattered around the room in elegant holders, was lighting the chamber with a warm, dancing light that shimmered off the many golden fixtures. The deep red of the velvet draping that hung from the expansive bed’s canopy seemed to almost glow in the light. 

None of these things, however, compared to how the light reflected in Padmé’s eyes. The yellow and orange light shimmered in her deep brown eyes with a depth that would captivate and forever haunted an unwary on looker. 

As the other girls each took a step back from her Sabé stepped into place behind her after closing the door. They all bowed to Padmé together before Rabé and Sabé began their task of undressing the magnificent woman standing between them. They started by gently lifting off her trailing cap with its dainty ring of flowers. Sabé took it and gently folded it neatly so that the ring of flowers sat gently atop of it. She handed it fist to Eirtaé on Padmé’s right, who in turn handed it off to Rabé who slowly turned took two steps forward and, leaning in, placed it gently atop the burning fire. Not waiting to see the results of this action Rabé turned and stepped back to her position in front of Padmé to continue the process. 

Watching the fire with the same apparent detachment that Anakin was displaying Padmé watched as the beautiful lace ceremonial cap was slowly engulfed by the fire. Looking into the flames took her back to when she had been on the other side of the ceremony. It was 8 years ago when she had been standing immediately in front of where she was now helping to undress her older sister, Sola, when she was first joined with her husband at Varykino. Padmé regretted not having her older, more experienced sister with her for this experience; as young girls they had often talked about being at each others ceremonies but as girls they had never assumed that one of them would be secretly marrying a Jedi with out the blessing of their parents, Ruwee and Jobal. She could see he sister standing naked before her as clearly as if she were actually in the room and the thought of her not being here now almost brought a tear to her flickering eyes. Suddenly she blinked and found that she was now, herself, standing naked in front of the fire place, the last piece of her beautiful gown being placed into the fire. 

As Rabé turned and walked back to her, Eirtaé and Dormé stepped in and went to work on her body. The feeling of the fire’s heat shimmering over her body was enough to awaken excitement in Padmé but when the girls on her flanks began gently kissing the sides of her tender little breasts her breathing started to quiver. Anakin was able to draw on his years of training as a Jedi to control the excitement he had experienced when the girls had begun their work on him but Padmé had no such benefit. As they let their hands wander over her body, from her perk breasts, down over her flat stomach, down and down over her hips, it was all she could do to remain standing. The experience was even more in creditable than her sister had described to her. She had never been touched in such a way before and was amazed at how she reacted to it. Dormé’s hand casually wandered down but, not finding the same barrier that had been found on Anakin by another girl several rooms away, continued downwards until, feeling a curve, it skirted back to the left. For her to have gone any farther would have been a disaster and the gravest of insults to Padmé, Anakin and the entire Naberrie family (had they even been aware of what was happening). It was a strict point of Noobian tradition that no person should in anyway touch the genitals of a wed or unwed person until they had been experienced by that person’s mate. This, however, did not stop them from observing them. All the girls seemed to be quite taken with what they saw, just as was the case down the hall. 

All of the girls were beautiful, each with their own special features, some might even argue that some of the girls had individual attributes that exceeded those of Padmé but no one would be foolish enough to suggest that any of the girls had the sort of overall perfection that that she commanded. Every part of Padmé’s body fit perfectly with every other part, giving her beauty beyond words. Eirtaé and Dormé continued to caress her body, almost losing themselves in the pleasure that they were taking from it; gently squeezing her thighs, feeling the contours of her muscular stomach and the firmness yet tenderness of her supple breasts and nipples which were now fully at attention. Finally when the first glistening drip was spotted between Padmé’s beautiful legs by Rabé, who had been taking her duty of watching for just such a sign very, very seriously, she nodded to the other girls as a signal that they had been successful in their duties. 

Reluctantly Eirtaé and Dormé finished off with kisses on Padmé’s glowing cheeks and stepped back. Sabé turned and walked back to the bed, taking the white satin robe from where it had been folded on the foot of the bed. She walked back and, letting it fall out to its natural shape, draped it over Padmé’s waiting body. 

With the senator properly prepared for her first night with Anakin, they led her back to the large canopy bed where she had spent so many nights before alone, and one with her sister on her first night. She climbed on in what was perhaps the most ungraceful maneuver of the whole evening, since there is really no pretty way for some one of her size to get onto a bed of such expanse. Lying back onto the deep feather mattress she placed her hands across her chest while he party of assistants took their positions, two lying on either side of her. Once all were in their prescribed locations, Rabé and Dormé, being the closest to Padmé, took her soft hands from her chest and placed them at her sides, which, in this case, ended up being on their own thighs. With nothing further to do they lay back and waited.

As he stepped through the silk curtains into the courtyard, Anakin was immediately taken back to the morning he had stood under Southern archway for hours after being unable to fight off his nightmares. Remembering how Padmé, dressed in a simple satin gown, not unlike the ones the servants were wearing now, had been so understanding of his needs he was reminded of one more reason that he was, with out a doubt, the luckiest person in the galaxy. 

As he walked he felt the first heavy drops fall on the procession as the clouds began to make their presence felt. The air was warm and thick enough to cut with a lightsaber. Although it was a short distance, the girls had set a snails pace for the journey and it seemed to take forever to cross the courtyard as the clouds opened up and the rain began to beat down upon them harder and harder, bouncing off the ground around them. Looking ahead Anakin could see and almost feel the soft, flickering glow from the doorway to Padmé’s bedroom. He wondered what awaited him on the other side of the drapes that hung before him, as in the door way to his own bedroom. 

Soaked, the group of five finally reached the other doorway. Leaving the storm behind him and stepping across the threshold Anakin felt as if he had entered another world. Although he and his companions were now soaked from head to toe they were far from cold. The fire burning on the hearth across from the foot of the bed seemed to permeate through every inch of his body and soul. With their satin garments clinging to their wet bodies they continued to the bed. 

Anakin had been breath taken by the beauty of Padmé’s bedroom, the marble floors, the beautiful rugs, the canopy bed, the golden candle holders and ornaments scattered around the room on almost every ledge and surface he could find, but none of it, nor anything else he had ever seen for that matter, came even a little bit close to what he found when he was led to the foot of the bed. 

As they approached the girls in front of and behind him stepped off to the side so that he was flanked by two on either side just as was Padmé. With Nadi no longer blocking his view he could see before him Padmé lying contently in her satin gown between her four servants. Her full breasts were pushing against the sides of her satin gown and her nipples pushing against the front of it. As the gown flowed down from her breasts it gave a tantalizing outline of her firm stomach before flowing down over her girlish hips to her lean thighs where it disappeared and her legs were left bare. The sight brought forth a feeling in him he was unfamiliar with. 




The Wedding Night



Any other girl in the galaxy might have giggled looking up at Anakin, soaked from head to toe, water running from his head down the braid on his right side, his white cloak clinging to his body and his still firm erection made no less obvious by the water. But Padmé felt nothing in her heart but complete and utter love, the sort that you cannot describe; if you know it you know it, if not, you are an object of great pity. 

Looking down at Padmé, Anakin couldn’t help but let slip a hint of a smile, growing forth from the right corner of his lip. If he had any inhibitions about the traditional Noobian first night rituals before, they were dripping away with the rest of the water off of his body. Suddenly, breaking the trance the two lovers seemed to have entered, Saché and Yané reached up and gently removed the satin robe from Anakin leaving him standing naked before the foot of the bed. As this was happening the two girls closest to Padmé had reached across and pulled back her satin robe from the center so as to effectively leave her lying atop the robe with her naked body exposed to her partner as his is to her. Slowly and with out a word the girls coaxed Anakin up onto the bed so that he was kneeling between Padmé’s legs. He tried with all his might to hide his nervousness. He was now truly on unexplored territory and had no idea what he should do next let alone any idea what he was expected to do. This, however, was not a problem as Padmé was quite familiar with the ceremony. 

She reached up with her right hand and, looking soothingly at Anakin, gently took his penis in her hand. Using her thumb and forefingers she began to roll his smooth foreskin back from over his head. Slowly, she pushed, feeling it give way ‘neath her loving touch, feeling the texture of his warm, firm and increasingly exposed head glide past under the edge of her thumb that hung back past the front boundary of the sheath. Continuing back Padmé stretched his foreskin just past the point where it began to tug the head down before stopping. The whole while Anakin was looking down at Padmé with the sort of look one might expect to find on the face of a Jedi who had just been run through with a lightsaber. The shock an awe at the wonderful intensity of what was happening to him was overcoming Anakin’s self control and it was all he could do to keep his mouth from flapping open. Breathing in slightly as he felt his foreskin being stretched back just before Padmé released it, Anakin closed his eyes for what seemed like the longest blink he had ever taken. As he did it seemed that all of his already acute senses were heightened ten fold. The splashes of each individual drop of rain bouncing out side the curtains in the doorway grew to explosions; the soft crackling of the logs on the hearth became as a stampede of banthas across the barren planes of Tatooine; the touches of each hand that was in contact with his body be felt to be reaching beneath his outer surface, deep with in him. Before he opened his eyes again Padmé felt a most peculiar sensation run through her hand and up her arm before she pulled her hand away. It was almost as if a warm, tingling electrical charge had begun to flow into her body. Puzzled she continued on, pulling her hands back and laying them palm up beside her head. 

Opening his eyes again and seeing the new position Padmé had taken Anakin felt the hands of his four girls taking his sides and easing him into a horizontal position above Padmé. Stumbling in his uncertainty and hesitation he brought his hands up and slid them between Padmé and her companions to support his upper body. As he did, Padmé felt goose bumps ripple out from where the cold, wet metal of his right arm brushed against her side. Anakin was now positioned mere inches above her looking down into her eyes. With his head tilted down slightly, looking up, almost fearing to be caught in what might be a judging gaze, he leaned in and kissed her softly. His lips meeting hers so gently that it was only when their tongues ventured out to engage one another could they tell that they had met at all. As they kissed Anakin felt the hands of his attendants take firm hold of his smooth and muscular ass and begin to push it downwards, and the same time Padmé’s girls reaffirmed their holds on her shoulders and thighs. 

As he sank lower and lower Padmé finally felt the warm head of her lover’s penis touch the outer lips of her moist pussy. Once again she began to feel the warm tingling feeling moving into her body, except this time starting from where the tip of his penis was caressing the outer lips of her waiting vagina. Warmed by this growing sensation she began to kiss Anakin deeper and deeper. Slowly he began to push himself forward, the muscles in his ass tightening, moving his hips in and pushing his long, hard dick past the outer barriers that it had been skirting. 

As if in synchrony with his motions, at that moment a great clap of thunder burst above them, drowning out for an instant all other sounds one might have been hearing. The rumble of the great explosion went on for what seemed like an age as Anakin continued to slowly but surely insert himself into the waiting woman beneath him. His head slowly passed between the outer folds of skin, the lips dancing over it and then following it as the shape suddenly fell back into the skin covered shaft. Reaching the pert little hole that was the entrance to her vagina he continued on with his slow, steady motion. Despite her preparation and efforts to accept him, Anakin was little more than a centimeter in before the taper of his head began to wedge her virgin opening wider. 

As the thunderclap was dying away Padmé gasped sharply as all of a sudden her insides were stretched far beyond anything she had previously experienced and her membrane of innocence was torn away. She breathed in deeply and losing her concentration, almost tried to wriggle away from the source of this unexpected pain. But she didn’t get far; the four girls lying beside her knew their job well and held her firmly in place as Anakin continued to slide into her. 

His shaft was now entering her vagina, the big head continuing its push inwards. Through the tight opening to her body Padmé was acutely aware of each contour and texture of his penis as it was entering her; the lip at the back of the head, the rippled skin where it joined just behind, every vein that graced its surface; all of these Padmé was experiencing as individual experiences. Anakin too was increasingly aware of his own anatomy as it passed inside of her but his attention was held primarily by the textures of the inside of his lover; the tight opening stretching back the skin of his penis as it entered, the rippled rings of muscle encircling his head as it slid past. Both were completely taken by surprise at the sheer level of feeling from the experience. 

Padmé was now taking deep, rapid breaths, partially from the pain of her first sexual experience but also from the ecstasy that gripping her body and mind. Still being held down, with her hands lying beside her head she lay with her back arched, each breath her chest heaving upwards, pushing her breasts up and accenting every curve of her body. She had her eyes closed, turning herself over to her other senses; the taste of her lover’s mouth on her tongue, the sound of the storm beating down on the lake around them, the smell of the fire on the hearth and the feeling of the Jedi within her. 

As Anakin’s push reached its deepest point he felt the soft lips of Padmé’s pussy grace the base of his penis. Easing off, he slowly began the outward slide of his first thrust into his new partner. As he began to pull himself out he felt the skin of his penis being pulled up by the tightness that encircled it but with each passing breath that she took it seemed to become a little less stretched. Not so much loser for it remained tight around him, but it seemed to him, and accurately so, that it was beginning to stretch out to accommodate him. Had he known more of such matters he might have given credit to the Noobian’s ability to prepare for and so quickly adapt to the requirements of their first night. But since as a Jedi such matters were never discussed at any length, the thought never occurred to him. All he could do in the situation was to follow his instinct. 

He allowed his muscled body to flow through its motions with out trying to control it; his strong chest and arms propping him up above Padmé, his flat stomach tight and firm, regulating the motion of his hips in unison with his beautiful, slim ass. He breathed deeply as he continued his outward slide. His penis finally reached the mouth of Padmé’s pussy once again and Anakin stopped, leaving his head just inside of her. Pausing, looked intently at the expression on Padmé’s face. Slowly she opened her eyes and gazed up at him. With out opening his mouth Anakin asked Padmé’s permission to continue. Smiling, she nodded and reached up, taking hold of his waist she pulled him back into her. 

Seeing that both partners were completely into the act, and now that the rights of each to first pleasure from the other had been satisfied, the girls released their holds and began to take on a more involved roll. Each girl around Padmé reached over and began to run their hands over her body. One hand on each breast, gently squeezing, caressing, rubbing, teasing and playing with her nipples; two hands on her stomach, tracing the contours of her muscles, feeling the curves of her waist and exploring her naval; and two hands beginning to explore her crotch, working their way down, rubbing closer and closer to where Anakin’s penis was now beginning to slide rhythmically in and out of her. 

Anakin’s assistants were also beginning to let themselves indulge in his body. Their hands had left their places and were now beginning to explore the body they had been lusting to have free reign on since they had undressed him. Over his strong shoulders they roamed, down his front over his chest, playing with his delicate nipples, some hands worked over his muscular back, down over his ass, squeezing it and pinching it gently, the hands on the front continuing to slide over his smooth skin, two now venturing to experience his defined stomach. The exploration of their bodies by so many eager hands only served to heighten Padmé and Anakin’s euphoria. 

As thunder continued to shake the building around them and the flashes of lightening lit the room for brief instants, Anakin continued to move his 7 inch penis with in the warm confines of Padmé’s vagina. With each stroke the two of them seemed to understand the other a little better, making small changes to their movements each time. Each stoke was a new experience for the other and each could feel the heat from the other growing as they continued. 

What had started as a tingling in her groin had now spread through out Padmé’s entire middle section. It seemed to be growing in intensity along with the passion between the two lovers and Padmé began to wonder what sort of Jedi magic was engulfing her body. Anakin, however, was completely unaware of any force leaving his body in this way. The hands of the other girls now began to venture further and further, finally reaching their ultimate goal of the couple’s genitals. 

Padmé gasped once more as the index finger of Eirtaé found her now swollen clitoris. All ready well lubricated with the glistening fluids flowing from Padmé’s insides Eirtaé had no trouble beginning to massage this sensitive little pleasure point. As for Anakin he immediately felt the result as Padmé’s pussy began to twitch with pleasure around him as he was gliding in and out of her. His breathing deepened as he fought to control himself despite this new pleasure. 

On Anakin’s body it was Saché who slid her hand between the legs of the young newly wed to take hold of his bare scrotum. She began to gently massage his balls between her fingers, being very careful to use only enough pressure to excite and stimulate him, never going any further. 

As the ten bodies continued to intertwine, Anakin and Padmé began to realize that eventually this whole experience was going to come to an explosive end. The wonderful signals being sent to them by their bodies were growing in intensity and to their chagrin they could tell that this rapture could not go on indefinitely. 

Padmé’s pussy had now completely accepted its new role in accommodating Anakin’s respectable size and was no longer in any discomfort. As such Padmé was beginning, admittedly with some coaxing from the surprisingly skilled fingers of Eirtaé, to push not only her chest up to meet Anakin’s firm but gentle thrusts but her hips and pelvis, taking as much of his length into her body as she could manage. 

Presently, a gust of wind blew through the window and doorway, throwing the silk curtains off to the sides in a great blast. The rain cooled air from some higher elevation raced over the bodies on the bed, its contrast to their fiery skin sending ripples of goose bumps across them one by one. None of them seemed to mind, if anything the sudden chill served to heighten the experience for each of them. As its final act before being swallowed up again by the thick, warm air that prevailed, the gust swept the many candles in the room, stifling all of them and leaving only the waning fire burning on the hearth as a source of light. The curtains settled back into their positions, hanging so as to block the splashes of rain that were trying to make their way into the room. 

Padmé and Anakin continued their intimate dance atop the beautiful canopy bed as lightening once again lit the room. With the candles no longer burning the brightness of the flash was accentuated. The bluish white light gave for an instant an eerie glow to the party as they intertwined with one another before it vanished and they once again fell into the dim lighting of the fire. As the thunder clapped Eirtaé took her hand from Padmé’s clit allowing the other girls a chance to try their hand at the senator’s swollen gland. She sensuously dragged her wet fingers up over Padmé’s body, before taking them into her mouth. Savoring each drop of the senator’s lubrication she licked her fingers clean before returning her hand to Padmé’s breast, using her fingers, which were still wet but now with her own saliva, to entice the woman’s nipple. 

Still behind Anakin, Nadi had begun to massage his shoulders as he lowered and raised himself with each stroke in and out of his love. Feeling the warmth inside of him growing, he leaned down just that little bit further bringing his lips once more into contact with Padmé’s. They began to kiss more passionately than ever, their lips pressing hard against the other’s, their tongues exploring the most inner regions of each other’s mouths. Lowering his pelvis slightly Anakin began to make shorter and shorter stokes into Padmé, leaving himself deeper with in her each time. Padmé assisted in this, pushing her pelvis further up wards each time. 

She could feel the thick head of his penis now pressing against the upper end of her vagina. The tightness around him conveying to her the exact shape as it moved with in her. Both were beginning to feel the energies with in them growing. Padmé could now not only feel the force flowing forth into her from Anakin’s penis, but another sensation beginning to creep outwards from where her clitoris was being massaged by the girls. Inside of Anakin he could feel the warmth growing around the base of his dick and with in his balls as they were being rubbed so soothingly. 

All parties were now completely working in unison, having come together as if they were not 10 separate people pleasuring one another but a single entity pleasuring itself. Continuing to kiss each other with previously unseen passion, Padmé and Anakin began to feel their own and each other’s climaxes approaching. Neither knew what to expect from either the other or themselves but some instinct told them that what was about to come was going to change everything they knew about pleasure. 

The girls could also feel the tension building with in the couple. Taking the cue, they stepped up their efforts, working harder and harder to stimulate them. Faster and faster the ten moved, losing themselves in their ecstasy more and more with every passing second. Padmé was now no longer arching her back, pushing out her breasts and thrusting her pelvis up in rhythm with Anakin’s motions but leaving them that way not wanting him to pull out of her. Anakin could feel the tight insides of her vagina gripping his penis, trying desperately to pull him deeper into her for longer with each thrust. And as the thrusting goes, Anakin was now putting the most power he had yet dared into his stabs deep with in his lover. Had Padmé’s complete and utter enthrallment with what he was doing not been so obvious he may have worried about hurting her, but by her body language one could easily tell that was not the case at all. With her hips up she was also increasing the pressure between her girl’s fingers and her clitoris, a pressure that relentlessly coursed through her body. Anakin too was beginning to feel a marked increase in the pressure being applied to his balls by the previously gentle hands that were fondling them. Although the pressure added a small element of discomfort it also served to drive him harder and fast, to thrust as if he was doing so in an attempt to get away from the firm grip on his loins. 

The girls were beginning to shift their eyes now, back and forth between themselves and the couple, watching for signs of what was coming, and silently communicating their own pleasure with the situation to one another. Anakin continued thrusting in and out as the strokes began to flow together, faster and faster until finally he felt something with in his groin beginning to change. Something was happening and before he could figure out what it was he felt a sudden surge of energy and sensation exploding into his body. 

The explosion seemed to start out slowly at first but shortly began to expand, bigger and bigger, flowing out through his body from somewhere deep inside of him. His muscles began to tighten in a ripple that flowed outward with the surge of energy in his body. It wasn’t long before he felt something burning down the length of his penis; hot, liquid, but something else as well; a tingling surge that he had only felt before when trying to use the force to move something that could not be moved. Watching Anakin intently Padmé was aware that he was reaching climax, seeing in him a similar reaction to what her sister’s husband had exhibited on their first night. But despite this recognition she was in no way prepared for the rapture that was about to encompass the couple. She was suddenly stuck by a massive increase in the tingling sensation that had been present and growing slowly ever since they had started. The new feeling however was more intense and seemed to penetrate her on a deeper level. Her whole body began to feel lighter and despite the best efforts of the 8 girls to hold them in their places the couple slowly began to rise just above the sheets of the bed. Not so much a levitation, rather as the way a wisp of fog might float above a grassy field on a summer morning. This was followed shortly after by a rush of what felt like burning hot (but in reality was only quite warm) fluid flowing into her. It rapidly filled up the little space that was available with in her, as Anakin’s dick was pressed as deep into her as the two could possibly manage, and began to flow into her deeper regions. Gasping with pleasure she began to feel contractions with in her own body; an immediate spasming of the muscles in her vagina, flowing out to include her outer pussy and, deeper in, her uterus, shortly after passing down into her legs and up into her abdomen, her chest and her arms and head. The two of them remained locked together, their bodies rigid with their intense orgasms as Anakin continued to fill Padmé with his semen until she thought she would utterly burst. 




The Wedding Night



Finally the torrent dwindled to a trickle and they slowly settled back down onto the bed. Both utterly exhausted from the episode they collapsed, Anakin, letting his weight fall onto Padmé, she, letting her body go limp beneath him. Both were breathing heavily and could barely think after such a drain of energy, let alone move in anyway. Anakin’s penis remained with in her, the last of his cum trickling out into her vagina as it slowly returned to its normal flaccid shape and size. 

The other girls were just beginning to recover from the shock and awe that had struck them as a result of the peculiar nature of the couple’s climax. Although they were all well aware of the powers and abilities of a Jedi, none had expected such a show. Collecting themselves and remembering their duties, they leaned in and kissed an easily accessible part on each of the exhausted pair before gently sliding the robe out from under Padmé and pulling up the bed’s exquisite comforter over them. Stepping back they all bowed one final time before falling into line and walking slowly out through the doorway into the courtyard. The thunder had since faded away to a deep whisper over the mountains behind the retreat, but the rain had lost none of its force, still beating down on the stone of the courtyard, trying its best to make it into the warm sanctity of the bedroom. Dormé, the last one out the door stopped and closed it behind her. Turning, she rejoined the others crossing the court yard and like before they were all soaked to the bone well prior to reaching the other side. Not stopping in Anakin’s room they continued on down the hall to their quarter where their warm shower and eight person bed awaited them (but that is a story for another day). 

Back in the master bedroom Anakin had found the strength to roll off of Padmé and the couple now lay on their sides facing one another. Brushing the hair back from Padmé’s face Anakin whispered softly to her, “I love you Padmé Skywalker.”

Smiling with every ounce of strength she could muster Padmé replied, “I love you too, my strong, hansom, Jedi.”

“Good night, my beautiful senator.”

“Good night Anakin Skywalker.”



The Wedding Night



This is a story of growth. A story of exploration, of self-imposed limits and boundaries, and how those limits and boundaries can be passed and extended within a loving, caring relationship. If reading about love and tenderness is offensive to you, I suggest you move to another site more to your liking.

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We are at a wedding party, a grand affair which has required us to 'dress up'. Just who's wedding, is irrelevant, but having received the invitation, our first joint invitation to anything, addressed to 'Kate and Sara' as a couple, I have persuaded you that we will go. I like to think of it as our official debut. 

We are both dressed in deep green.

You are wearing a gown, not dissimilar to a wedding dress. Tight corseted satin bodice, laced at the back, but in such a way that glimpses of your white soft skin are visible through the lacing, leading the eye upwards to the expanse of creamy white shoulder, bare except for the silver chain around your neck, on which is hanging a single green stone in a delicate silver mounting which I had given you that morning.

Your red hair, shining and luxurious, left loose, falls softly around your face, down on to your shoulders, the perfect frame for the sparkling, mischievous green eyes, which always seem to hold a promise of adventure and excitement, tinged with gentleness and softness. And love. 

The bodice has no decoration, it is completely plain, apart from the boned stitching. There is no need for anything else when you are in it. The bodice barely covers your nipples, but lifts and holds your succulent breasts in a way which has me drooling every time I look at you, itching to just stroke that quivering flesh. The stitching for the boning has been designed to be visible, creating elegant pathways along which my fingers travel all evening, transmitting my touch directly to you.

The bodice curves out slightly over your hips, with the front dipping downwards in a point which finishes just above your pussy, taking the viewer's eye there involuntarily, and a shorter, similar curving point at the back, stopping just above your ass - a ploy that draws the eye continually. 

The soft silk skirt flows gently over your hips, to the floor, drifting cloud-like around you, moving in a gentle swishing sound as you walk.

Underneath? I know - because I saw you put them on - that there is only a black satin suspender belt and black silk stockings. No panties. There is, however, a pleasure belt, which it gave me great pleasure to put on you. During the evening - our preparations and since arriving - I have occasionally turned the belt on low, not too much. I want you to enjoy the evening, not be overcome by too much sensation. Just enough to add a distinct frisson to the occasion, and a particular meaning to the glances which pass between us.

My outfit is also in dark green silk, based on an Indian design. Long slightly fitted top, dropping past my knees, with side slits to my hips. Long sleeves which extend to a point over the back of my hand, just at the knuckle line, the neck has a mandarin type collar, with a gap in the front, revealing a similar silver chain around my throat, but without the stone. The collar then drops into a slit which provides occasional glimpses of a deep cleavage and generous breasts. The material hangs in soft folds, and clings occasionally, but otherwise only provides the hint of the shape underneath it.

With the top, I am wearing pants of the same soft material, loose and comfortable, becoming narrower at the ankle. The looseness is necessary to allow the wearing of my favourite black leather harness. And the pants contain an extra surprise, which you will discover later.

We arrive just in time for the meal, our entrance causing a slight stir; and why not. We are an unusual couple. I sometimes wish I was taller for you, but if it doesn't bother you, it doesn't bother me. We get round it. 

During the evening I insist that you have several glasses of wine, knowing how just one glass makes you incredibly horny. I was looking forward to the effects of the wine in combination with the pleasure belt, with which I teased you during dinner; the teasing resulting in your hand spending a lot of time caressing my thigh under the table, occasionally dipping dangerously closely to my centre. I am also without panties, and the wetness caused by your touch was lying in my folds and curls, seeping into my harness, making my lips rub wetly and slickly against each other. 

The silk of my outfit seems to draw your hands to me, like a magnet, you have been touching me. 

All evening. 

When we dance - only the slow romantic ones - in the low lighting your arms are round my shoulders, and your hands trail slowly over my top, around my neck, down my back, and, under the pretence of brushing off a speck, lightly over my breasts, making me shiver. The effects of the wine are making themselves known. To use your own words, it makes you 'as horny as a cat in heat'. 

Occasionally you allow your hands to slide inside the side slits of my top to inch around my sides and back, caressing my skin, but also to drop lower and stroke my belly and my bum cheeks through the silk pants, making me shiver. The first time you did this, you discovered the presence of the harness, and your eyes lit up in expectation, the devil in you leaning closer to me, and whispering in my ear, the things you wanted me to do with that harness, making my mouth dry, my heart pound, and my pussy grow even wetter.

My response to your teasing was to simply flick the remote in my pocket, and feel myself becoming more and more excited and aroused at the sound of your moans in my ear, and the tightening of your hands on me.

The belt? It was a double whammy. Pussy and ass. Your favourite combination. Nothing too big, but enough for you to know they are there, especially when they are activated. I especially love the way, as the evening wears on, your eyes close briefly, and your teeth lightly grip your bottom lip when I turn it on.

I watch your face. I love the way it makes you hold me closer, your hands on my bum, pulling me close against you, and the sound of you breathing in my ear, and your whispering, growing need. After an hour or two of this activity, your teasing had become soft pleading, "Kate, take me home now. Fuck me. Take me anywhere, just fuck me."

The anticipation is delicious, as I turn it off, and hold your gently trembling body against me, "Soon my love, soon. Just a little longer."

The evening is becoming late, and both of us are now far too interested in each other to take much notice of the proceedings or the conversations going around us. We take our leave of our hosts, and as we turn to leave the room, your hand in mine, I reach in my pocket and flick the switch, turning it to the second level. You gasp, and grip my hand, faltering slightly in your walk, and turning to look at me, your mouth slightly open, tongue flicking out to lick your lips, you mouth two words at me, just two words. "Fuck me."

Smiling at you, I nod my head, and lead you from the room, drawing your hand through my arm, as I reach to my pocket and, with a grin on my face, flick the switch up to the third level, the sound of your moan adding speed to my walk.

As we reach the lobby, to your surprise, I turn us away from the main door, and head for the lifts. You falter slightly, and look at me questioningly. I simply smile at you, and with my hand on your back, urge you into the empty lift. 

Once inside, with the doors closed, and the floor selected, you practically pounce on me, pressing me against the wall, your breasts tantalisingly close to my mouth, your arms each side of me, your mouth a breath away from mine. "I hope you are prepared for a long night, because your teasing has driven me wild. I am going to fuck your brains out." Your mouth descends on mine, taking my lips fiercely, as you thrust your tongue between my lips, scouring my mouth with your passion and lust. 

Your kiss is wiping all coherent thought from my head, but through the haze of passion and need, I manage to get my hand to the remote and flick the switch to the final setting, making you move closer against me, grinding yourself against me, moaning deep into my mouth. "Oh God, Kate, please, fuck me. I need it, you, so much." 

Pulling my head away, I move my hands to your face, and kiss your lips softly, lovingly, "Soon love, very, very soon." 

The lift 'pings' our arrival, and I gently ease you off me, and lead you out to the hallway, your walk becoming a stumble in your need. 

Briefly, through the haze of your desire, you again realise that we are not on the way home, and look at me questioningly. "Where are we going?"

I stop in front of a large door, and turning to you, smiling, point at the name plate by the door. "The Bridal Suite". Using the key card I had collected earlier, I open the door, push it wide, and before you realise what is happening, have lifted you into my arms and carried you across the threshold, and using my foot, push the door closed behind us.

"Aren't the bride and groom sleeping here tonight?" you ask me.

"Not this time love, they are going away for their honeymoon, so I thought it would be fun for us not to have to trudge across town to get home after the evening. It's ours for the night. Tonight, we are the happy couple." My smile widens as I watch your face taking in what I have just said.

With the realisation that we are now somewhere where we can fuck, and fuck long, you drop your feet to the floor, and take me in your arms, look into my eyes, and whisper, "If you don't fuck me, now, I am going to explode." I can see the need growing in your eyes, the increase in your breathing, as your breasts rise and fall at a steady pace as the belt continues its assault on your pussy and ass, driving your need ever upwards.

"Then I'd better do something about that, hadn't I?"

Pulling myself out of your arms, I gently turn you around, urging you towards a tall wing-backed chair across the room, and guide your hands to hold on to it. My hands begin to work on the laces at the back of the bodice, easing them apart, loosening the corset top, and as each piece of skin is revealed, planting soft, but lingering kisses there, working my way down your back. When I finally reach the waist, I slide my hands inside, and around your front to cup your breasts, and push the bodice away from you, letting it drop at the waist to hang down over the skirt of the dress.

As my fingers caress your breasts, and alternately squeeze your nipples between finger and thumb, your moaning increases, "Oh god, oh god, Kate, please."

Turning you around to face me, pulling you against me, one arm around your waist, I quickly take a nipple in my mouth, and swirl it with my tongue, gently stroke and flick it, and then move to the other, back and forth, licking, kissing, stroking with my tongue, as I feel your passion rise, "yes, yes, yes, yes, oh god YES," and as I finally take one nipple between my teeth and nip it gently, your rise on your feet and cum for me, suddenly, explosively, beautifully, crying out your pleasure, as your hands grip my arms, holding yourself up.

Slowly, a quietness, a temporary calm descends on us, as your body slumps against me, your head drops to my shoulder, and I gather you to me, holding you against me, soft in your release. Through your lessening panting, you hear me, "Now, wasn't that worth waiting for?"

Your answer is to lift your head, look into my eyes, and softly but deeply take my mouth in yours and kiss me in a way that leaves me in no doubt that you enjoyed it.

When you pull away, I can see the fire I have ignited in your eyes, and remember your words in the lift. This is going to be a long, long night. The thought produces shudders of delight, and even more wetness.

Turning around, you ask me to finish the job, and as I reach to continue unlacing your dress, I feel your hands reach behind you to caress and stroke me through the silk, making me tremble.

When I have finished, you turn, and allow the dress to just drift to the floor, before taking my hand for support and stepping out, towards me. "Now you," and as your hands reach for my top, lifting it gently over my head, and dropping it on the floor with your gown, I am unable to move, completely stunned by the sight of your glorious body before me, shimmering in the after-glow of orgasm. Your hands reach for me, and your finger tips trace an unknown path over my skin, along my shoulders, easing my bra straps down to my arms, then along the skin at the top of my breasts, making me shiver, down my sides, around my waist, and round to my back to unclasp my bra, pulling me close to you, as you drop it to the floor, pressing our breasts against each other, rubbing your nipples against mine.

Mentally shaking myself, as I feel the evening getting away from me, I step back from you, still in my pants, and move to the bed, where I retrieve a bag from the floor beside it. As I pick it up and place it on the armchair, I see your face light up. You have recognised it. It's our 'toy kit'. 

As I reach for the remote in my pocket and turn of the still thrumming device I ask you to remove the belt. Quickly you unbuckle it, and with a slight shiver, remove the inserts, throwing it on the bed. I take out a vibe, bigger than the belt insert, but not too big, we have a long night ahead of us, and as I move towards you, I show you the surprise in my pants. Reaching for the centre seam I pull the two halves apart, all the way round, from the waist at the front, to the waist at the back. The pants are now effectively two separate pieces of clothing, and you have free access to me, without taking them off. This is my version of your silk stockings, knowing how much you love the feel of the silk on your skin. 

The huge grin on your face, tells me that you approve, as I hold out the vibe to you, to clip on my very wet harness. "Ooh, what a wonderful idea," you purr, and kneel in front of me. I know what's coming, and take deep breaths as your soft fingers wind their way behind the harness, to guide the vibe into its clip. Accidentally, it would seem your fingers manage to time and time again brush against my lips, as you apparently have trouble doing something that I know you can achieve in 3 seconds flat when the situation demands it. 

Finally, when the vibe is in place, you raise your eyes to look at me, slide your hands inside my now non-pants, and gliding your warm hands over my hips, pull me towards you, taking the vibe in your mouth, sucking and licking it, all the time pushing it back against me, the nubs on the inside of the harness caressing me, raising my desire to new heights. 

When I can stand it no more, I reach for you, lift you up to me, my arms pulling you close against me, and huskily murmur, "Enough. I thought you wanted me to fuck you child?"

"Yes please, " you moan at me.

Holding you close against me, my mouth a breath away from yours, I ask you "How do you want me to fuck you my love, hard? Soft? Long? Deep?", 

"Anyway. Just fuck me," you moan at me, and I know that that one brief release was just the start.

Not wanting to go to the bed yet, that's the finale, I move you backwards towards the wall, and once you are pressed against it, reach for your pussy lips with one hand to part them, closing my eyes briefly and sighing contentedly at the wetness I find. In one movement, I push the vibe into you, flicking the switch just before it is engulfed in your hot pussy.

"Ooh, yess" you hiss at me, as I push it as deeply as I can in this position. My hands move to cup your bum, urging you to lift your legs, and as I lift you, your legs go around my hips, pulling me hard against you, your arms around my neck, and I press you up against the wall, balancing your weight between my hands and the wall. 

Slowly, I begin to ease back and forth in you, loving the sound of your wetness against the vibe, and feeling the gentle vibrations working their way into me through the harness.

Your moans increase, and you move briefly to cover my mouth with yours. Soon, your movements against me urge me to move quicker, deeper, harder, and lifting your head from mine, your voice echoes my thoughts. "Yes, love. Yes. Harder. Harder. FUCK ME."

I slide one arm around your waist, lifting you slightly, and begin to fuck you as hard and deep as I can, while you, in your limited position, move against me. 

Soon, your moans increase, "Yes, yes, yes, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," in time with the rhythm, and then, as I feel your body drawing upwards, a cry of release, "FUUCCKK" as I push deep and hard into you, feeling your body go rigid in my arms, your hands clawing at my back, as your orgasm surges through you, leaving you limp and breathless in my arms, my own panting a quieter version of yours as I lean our combined weights against the wall.

After a short time, holding you tightly against me your arms and legs tight around me, I turn and with you still impaled on the vibe, carry you to the chair, where I lean forward, and gently lower you into it, as you slide off the vibe and I reach to turn it off. 

Bending down, I gently press my lips to yours, and your eyes open, smiling at me. 

"Mmmmmmmmm, love, that was wonderful." As I kiss you again, you murmur against my lips, "Again please", making me laugh out loud at your delightful enthusiasm. 

You smile sweetly at me, "I'm not joking love, I told you to be prepared for a long night. This is just the beginning." 

I lift my mouth from yours, moving lower to your breasts, loving your soft murmur of pleasure as I gently kiss around their shape, echoing the movement with my hand. I looked up at you, smiling and answer, "Then its as well I came prepared isn't it," I move away to the bag, taking out a cock this time, not a vibe, and bigger. I remove the vibe from the harness, and quickly clip on the new one. Returning to you in the chair, I kneel, lift your legs over the arms, and begin to gently stroke up and down the silky skin of your thighs, dipping occasionally into your enticing wetness. 

"Mmmmmmmmmm, yes, nice, " you moan deeply, closing your eyes the better to enjoy the sensations of my fingers. I reach under your bum, and with both hands, pull you closer to me, so that your pussy and your ass are open to me. My tongue reaches out and gathers some of that delicious cream, the touch making us both moan at the same time, in joint delight and pleasure. I gently push my tongue into your pussy, and then deliver some of that wonderful wetness downwards to your ass, lathering and licking all over the rosebud winking gently at me. As I lather, I gently probe with my tongue, and then, as my tongue returns to your pussy, gently press a finger tip against your hole, and sigh as your muscles relax to allow me access. 

For a while, my tongue and my finger work in tandem, and when I could feel no resistance from your hole, I reach into my pocket and retrieve the slim butt plug I had placed there earlier. Briefly sucking it into my mouth to moisten it, I gently push it against your hole, where it slides easily in, until it reaches the base plate. 

"Ooh yes, love, yes, " was your delighted response.

My tongue continues to lick and tease your pussy and lips, my fingers trailing up and down your thighs, until your moans rise again to a soft pleading, "Please Kate, pleeease, ".

I stand, moving from your taste and aroma reluctantly, and as you feel me move away, your eyes fly open, but your face breaks into a soft smile as you see me holding out my hand to you, to help you from the chair. You take it, allowing me to pull you up and to me, once more lifting you, and taking you to the bed, to gently lay you on the covers. 




The Wedding Night



As I stand at the side of the bed, looking down at your exquisite beauty, I once again, as I had many times, ask myself the question, "Why me?" and just as quickly push it away. This is not the time to doubt myself. 

Wanting to feel you against me, now I reach for the waist clasp of the pants, and quickly remove the two halves, allowing you the sight of just me, and the harness, and the large cock bouncing in front of me. Sensing my doubts, you reach for my hand, pulling me to you, "Yes my love. You. I want you. Now. Fuck me again, please Kate."

Your words start a burning deep inside me, and with a groan of deep desire, I climb on the bed between your legs, urging your knees apart with my own. I lay my body along yours, inhaling at the feel of your skin, your breasts, against mine, your arms around me, your legs twining with mine. Watching your face all the time, I reach down with one hand and slowly guide the cock into your waiting wetness, gasping at the feeling as your silk-covered legs lift around me, to pull me deeper into you. "Yes, yes, wonderful" you groan, and I marvel at the ease with which you continued to arouse me, accept everything I do with, and to you. I ease myself up on my hands, and gently pull back, bracing my knees wider apart, forcing you wider, and then push the cock back inside, in one long slow movement.

Your respond with a long shuddering moan, as the cock slides easily into your depths. Each time I withdraw and push back, you moan and shudder, the sounds of your arousal, driving me on and on, as my speed and depth increases along with your trembling and pleading. Each movement I know is dragging against the thin membrane separating the cock from the butt plug in your ass, creating double sensation, I know it won't take long, but I want to make your pleasure last as long as I can, so reluctantly withdraw from you.

"No!" you wail at me, your hips pushing to me, wanting that wonderful feeling of fullness. "No, love, please don't stop. Please." 

I lower myself on to you again, along the length of you, "Ssshhhhhhhh, child, we have all night, patience, patience," my words belying my own level of arousal. I want you, oh god, I want you so much, all of you, always. Softly I kiss your lips, absorbing your laboured breathing, my hands moving to caress your breasts, teasing your rigid nipples, my lips and teeth nibbling your lips, my tongue darting in and out of your mouth, tasting, teasing, until your hands came round to grasp my head and pull my mouth against yours. You thrust your tongue into me, in a searing, burning kiss, that leaves me moaning and limp with a matching passion and need. As you pull away, your eyes are sparkling and glinting at me, burning with passion. "I can't be patient any more, I want you in me, I want you to fuck me, make me cum."

Smiling happily, I lift myself away from you, your chest rising and falling rapidly in your need for release, and rise to my knees, this time, lifting your legs to sit in front of my arms, so that as I lean forward, your legs are pushed up and back against you, my arms nestled in the back of your knees, opening you up completely to me. 

With one thrust, I push my cock back into your depths, and your head flies backwards, the movement forcing your mouth open gasping at the feeling. Your hands grip the bedcovers and I move mine to settle over yours, bracing against each other. I plunge back and forth, in and out of you, and within seconds you are gasping, moaning, grunting, "Yes, yes, yes, yes, Kate, Kate, Kaaaate, YES", and with a scream, you cum, hard, deep, and I feel your inner walls grip my cock, pulling it deeper and deeper into you, your hands gripping mine in a vice-like grip, as the spasms rush through your body. I continue to push and push, against and in you, the movements stimulating my clit, making my own sensations rise now, and finally, unable to stop, I shudder to a blissful release, my hips surging in and against you, prolonging the sensations for both of us.

Gradually the moans and movement slow and finally stop. I open my eyes to look at you, and see you watching me, with a look of such softness, and feel the heat of embarrassment to my face. 

"Wow!" is all you say through your heavy breathing. 

"Wow, indeed." I smile back at you, my own breathing coming in short gasps still. 

Releasing your hands, I move back to my knees, lowering your legs to the bed, and withdraw the cock from you, reaching under you for the butt plug. As you feel me reach for it, you moan, "No love, leave it in.". 

I smile at you, "Child you won't have room for it with the next one." And chuckle at the sight of you licking your lips in anticipation, "mmmmmmmmmm, that sounds wonderful."

Having removed the cock from the harness, I crawl up the bed to be taken into your soft warm arms, and gently kissed. 

"Are you enjoying this my love, " I ask you, as I kiss over your eyes, and face. "Do you think the real bride and groom are having as much fun as us?"

"Oh I hope so, I truly hope so," you sigh, as you gently stroke my face, and kiss my lips, one hand trailing down my body, over my hip, the gentleness causing me to sigh contentedly, and close my eyes.

I feel you move, and moan in protest. You quickly bend to kiss my shoulder, whispering, "I need the bathroom love, I won't be long."

I stretch myself out on the bed, and my sated body relaxes against the pillows and the covers, almost, but not quite, drifting to sleep.

The next thing I feel is my harness being removed, your soft hands on my thighs, pushing them apart, and your soft tongue sliding up and down my pussy lips, your fingers gently probing me, sliding in and out of my wetness. I sigh happily, I love it when you make me cum this way, and I move myself more comfortable. 

My eyes fly open as I realise my arms are tied. Panic rushes through my body, until my brain, catches up telling me, "Relax woman, its OK, its Sara, she would never harm you." I take a deep breath and open my eyes, to see you watching me and waiting for my reaction to this little twist. You can see the panic in my eyes, and move up to me, to lie along me, looking into my eyes and softly brush your lips over mine. "Its OK, love. I just want to give you some of the pleasure you have given me. If you are uncomfortable, really unhappy with this, tell me, and I'll release you." 

Thoughts fly around my head, producing many different reactions in my body, not the least of which was an increase in my arousal level. I had to admit, I loved the idea of not being in control for once, I just was not used to it. I knew you would never hurt me, in fact would probably take me to heights I had not experienced before. Smiling back at you, my heart pounding, I say the words of agreement I know you want to hear, "Its OK. I just wasn't prepared." 

You smile at me, relieved, and once again softly kiss my lips, "Will you give yourself up to me completely Kate, allow me do whatever I want with you?" Swallowing hard, I manage to utter a simple, "Yes. Whatever," the pounding of my heart increasing by the second, partly in anticipation, partly in trepidation.

The smile on your face tells me I had said the right thing, as does the long kiss that followed. "Just relax, you will love this, believe me."

You move slowly down my body, kissing and caressing as you go, stopping to nibble on my nipples, making me squirm and moan, the sensation increased simply because I could not escape. I am amazed at how much more I feet because of those simple bindings. 


Then once again, your hands are gently stroking my lips, spreading my wetness, occasionally a finger dipping inside, making me moan in pleasure and push up against you. Each time you remove the finger and spread the wetness from it over my rosebud, making me tremble from the delicious sensations created by your fingertip moving round and round that opening. I have an idea what is coming, we had spoken of it several times, and I make myself relax.

As the feelings you are creating increased, and my need rises, the sounds I make change from moans of pleasure, to whimpers of need and frustration. "Ohhh yes, yes, please, ". 

You ask me gently to lift my hips, and you push a pillow under my hips, lifting me, opening me up to you, completely. I feel you push something narrow, long and firm into my pussy, and suddenly know what it is. After a few strokes in and out, by which time the intruder has been well coated with my cream, you whisper to me, "Relax darling, just relax". Once again I feel your finger tracing gently over my opening, and as I feel the tip press against me, I breathe out, relaxing and suddenly your finger is inside me. 

You hold it still for a short while, for me to get used to the feeling, breathing against my lips, kissing my pussy, teasing me with your tongue, the sensations making me tremble but want. Slowly and gently you begin to move your finger back and forth. Oh god, the feeling is incredible. How could I have not wanted this? 

I am breathing in gasps now, "Oh Sara, yes, yes, that is so good, so good," and briefly you lift your head from me, and whisper, "I know, I told you, you would like it. Now relax even more", and you gently withdraw your finger. The intruder is once again pushed into my pussy to gather the wetness that now feels like a flood, withdrawn, and lightly pushed against my ass. I breathe in then out to relax and with a gentle push the tip is inside. Slowly you push more and more, I feel it stretching me, and suddenly, the most incredible vibrations begin to ripple up and down my walls. My body jerks slightly, and I feel myself pushing against it, trying to force it in deeper, wanting the sensations. By now I am moaning loudly, wanting so badly to cum. 

You lift your head to look at me, smiling happily that I am enjoying what you have always promised I would enjoy. "Do you like this love?"

"Godddd, yes, its incredible, please don't stop."

You smile back at me, "Oh I won't stop darling, not for quite a while." You promise, and while still watching me, you enter my pussy with two fingers, pushing them deeply, twisting and turning. 

After a short while, you have seen enough, and move your mouth back to me. With the tiny vibe humming happily in my ass, while you slowly and gently push it back and forth, your fingers in my pussy, you bend and with your tongue begin to gently lick my clit. 

Oh God, my whole body is on fire, I can hardly breathe, and as if all the sensations I am feeling had become one, I feel my stomach muscles clench, pull up, tighten, and my hips lift as the orgasm hits me like an electric shock.

I hear myself cry out, "Oh god" as my muscles take over and I dance to your touch, like a puppet on a string. My mind goes blank, nothing exists except feeling. Raw, hot, red feeling. I cannot see or talk. All I can do is feel.

And then I can breathe, painfully, in gasps, but I can breathe. I can utter sounds. But there are no sounds I can make that could do justice. So I did not speak, I simply gasp.

I feel you withdraw your fingers, but leave the vibe, humming gently in my ass, and then you are on me, your skin blending with mine, your face above mine, your lips, gently, softly kissing mine. You are murmuring softly to me, I cannot make out any words, but the sound is loving and calming. "Kate? Are you OK?"

I open my eyes, slowly, swallowing, and lick my lips, as small shudders ripple through me. "OK? I don't think I'll ever be OK again child, that was.." I pause, breathing deeply, "..everything you said, and more. Thank you."

You smile shyly at me, and whisper, "You're welcome" against my lips. 

For a time we simply lay there, close to each other. I know you are giving me time to get used to the feeling which is gently making itself known in my ass. Before long, I feel the need to push against it, I want more. I am amazed at how quickly I have grown used to it, want it. 

You sense my growing arousal, and as you lift yourself from me, whisper teasingly, "Ready for more?". 

As you move from the bed, I watch you take another harness from the bag, and step into it. This one is different, it has two inserts for you, like the pleasure belt. One in your ass and one in your pussy. We had not used both connections before. My stomach clenches in the grip of desire as I realise now, just how that feels. A thrumming begins in my stomach, as my arousal level now goes off the scale, and you reach for another cock to clip to the front of your harness. Not too big, thank goodness, it won't be necessary, I am almost ready to cum now, just looking at you, just thinking about the sensations we will be sharing.

As you climb on the bed, I pull at what I now realise are your stockings tying me to the bed, "Sara?" I question. You smile sweetly, "Oh no, my darling Kate, they stay; they add such a delightful extra dimension to our fucking. I don't want you going anywhere for a while."

At what those words denote, I take a deep breath to calm myself, and watch you approach me, the cock bouncing lewdly in front of you. Suddenly I become all too aware of the vibe in my ass, the wetness seeping out of me, and the unexpected realisation that I want you to fuck me, long and hard. 

You lean over me, between my wide open legs, gently licking and kissing my breasts, teasing my nipples, making me alternately push against your mouth, and then try to pull away as the sensations threaten to engulf me. "Sara! " I gasp, "please,". You lift your head and looked directly at me. "Please, what?" you ask.

After a pause, as my brain churns in time with my stomach, I say the words I know you want to hear, "Fuck me. Please."

Smiling widely, "My love, I never had any intention of doing anything else," you move down my body, kissing and caressing as you go, your fingers finally homing in on my pussy, moving over my lips, dipping into me. These touches, combining with the still humming vibe in my ass, almost send me over the edge, I am on fire for you.

Sensing the moment, you move upright, take the cock in your hand and guide its head to my lips, slowly easing it in. I am so wet, there is no problem, but I know you are being careful because of the added sensation in my ass. So gentle, so caring. But I am moving rapidly past gentle. 

As the cock moves deeper, each thrust and withdrawal sending it deeper and deeper inside me, each movement rubbing against the thin membrane separating it from the vibe, I can hear myself moaning, feel myself shuddering and trembling at the incredible feelings, pushing my hips up against you. "Oh god, oh god, yes, Sara, please. Yesss", and finally it is in, you are in, your harness pressing up against my curls. 

You stop there for a while, letting me get used to the fullness, lowering your body over mine, your hand caressing my cheek. "Is it OK, Kate, are you OK?" Taking a deep breath, I open my eyes, and see the concern on your face. My want is now at a level beyond my control. "I'm OK love. Fuck me. Now. Just fuck me."

With a long look, followed by an even longer kiss, you lift yourself, the movement of the cock inside me making me shiver. Placing your hands over my breasts, you proceed to do just what I asked. Slowly at first, with long gentle strokes that produce ripples of sensation, which move outwards engulfing my whole body. I need more, "Harder love, deeper, please" I am moaning, and with a matching moan, you increase the speed of your thrusting, your hands clasping and unclasping my breasts, your breathing coming in gasps, as vaguely, I realise in the red mist of my approaching orgasm, that you are also close.

With an undeniable need to have you as deep in me as I can, I lift my legs to clasp around your waist, and with a surge, your cock moves even deeper, driving a cry of intense pleasure out of me. "Oh godddddddddddd, Sara, please, FUCK ME! MAKE ME CUM!" and with a final thrust, you push me over the edge, my head rolling back, my mouth flying open and my hips lifting against you, pushing hard against the cock, wanting, needing it deep inside me. 

As the pulsing of my pussy grips the cock tighter and tighter, and the muscles in my ass, do the same to the vibe, I realise this is unlike any orgasm I have ever had, as the moment, the pinnacle engulfs me and my senses. I feel as if I am going to explode. Colours, feelings, heat, all crowd in on me, until I almost pass out.

Vaguely I am aware of your cry, can feel you continuing to push and push in me as your orgasm takes you over, but for now, everything I can feel is centred on that cock inside me, and the feelings it produced.

Slowly awareness begins to return to other parts of me; you lying on me, panting after your own release, your hands still grasping my breasts, the feel of the silk stockings around my wrists, the pounding of my heart echoed by yours, and my own laboured breathing. 

I open my eyes, to see your face looking down at me, concern evident in the frown. "Kate? Are you OK?" your voice filled with such genuine concern and love, that to my horror, I feel myself begin to cry. 

I turn my head away, but you have seen, and I know that you are afraid you have gone too far. "Just untie me please," I gasp, which you quickly do, after withdrawing the cock and the vibe from me. I sit up and quickly wipe my eyes, taking deep breaths to control my emotions. I feel your arms go around me from behind, and hear a slight tremor in your voice. "I'm sorry love, so sorry, I thought you'd enjoy it. I would never do anything deliberately to make you unhappy."

Turning to you, I take your sweet face in my hands, "Sara, you haven't made me unhappy, you have made me very, very happy. That was the most incredible thing I have ever experienced. I was simply overcome by my own feelings. There are no words I can say that can thank you for what you've done for me tonight." 

Finally, you smile, a smile so radiant, it almost hurts to see it. I move my hand to your harness, "Take that off now child, we still have a few more toys to work through tonight, but for now, I need some rest. And I won't rest without you in my arms."

For a long moment you look at me, checking what I have said with my expression. Then, having accepted my words, you gently kiss me, stand and remove the harness, adding it to the growing pile on the floor. We both move to pull back the covers, crawl into the bed, and arrange ourselves into a comfortable position. 

With a tired smile on my face, and a deep sigh of contentment, I switch out the light, and very quickly we fall into a deep, sleep. 

The sleep of the well fucked.



The Wedding Night



James stood by the side of the bed and reached out for Helen’s hand. She laughed and curled her fingers around his, pulling her nearer. Helen’s lips were parted and she poked her tongue out cheekily, grinning in her usual uninhibited way. James could barely believe that this blithe nymph was the serious, reserved teacher he had met as he conducted educational parties through the research lab where he worked. He still could not understand what she saw in him, but there was no way he was going to change her mind, especially now they were man and wife.

James lay beside her and felt the tickle of her hair against his chest as Helen wrapped her arms around him, and rested her head on his shoulder. He felt the heat flare in his cheeks as his cock stirred. They had waited for this moment, since that night in the restaurant when he had knelt and offered her the ring. Helen had laughed in delighted embarrassment and told him to sit back in his seat. He had refused until she had leaned over and whispered one word – yes – into his ear.

Months had flown past in a flurry of excitement and preparation, both of them holding their passions in check, saving themselves for now. Their wedding night was to be a beginning and they were going to begin by making love for the first time. They had kissed and felt the humming in each other’s hearts that told them this night would be just right. The only thing now was to prove it by making love.

Helen lifted her face so that he could kiss her, parting her lips and breathing softly against his skin. He tilted his head and brushed his lips across hers, tasting the sweetness of her mouth. James was lost in the taste of her, especially sweet now that Helen was his wife. He reached across and tenderly laid his hand upon the soft skin of her tummy, feeling the flutter of butterflies beneath the skin. He smiled into their kiss as he realised that her tension already matched his own.

James moved his hand over the soft skin sliding it upwards, touching the line of her rib and recalling his mother’s comments about her needing looking after. He was here now and he would look after her. His hand cupped the swell of her breast, feeling it tighten and fill his hand as though by design. A gentle ripple of his fingers, a slow kneading, and he could feel her nipple harden against his palm. He could hear the excitement making her breathing a little ragged and he knew that his touch excited her. Helen spread her fingers across James’ chest, feeling the throb of his heart. The coolness of her fingers against his skin made him gasp in a mingling of pleasure and surprise. Her hand danced across his skin, until her fingers rested on his nipple. Andrew growled at the back of his throat as her fingers traced tiny circles, making his nipple harden and his cock swell a little more. She smiled and dipped her head to take his nipple between her lips.

James brushed his thumb over the hard point of her nipple, as he tightened his fingers a little about her breast. She sighed in his ear, the warm breath stoking the flames in his loins. A touch more pressure and the sigh became a low groan. James smoothed his hand along her body, pausing with his fingertips ad the edge of the dark bushy vee between her thighs. Helen grabbed his fingers and guided them deeper, pressing them against her warm flesh. The soft curls were damp with sweet juice from her pussy and he could feel the tender lips, already parting to release the hard nub of her clit. His fingers brushed along the moist slit and Helen moaned, softly “Please James, I can’t wait. I want you.” James smiled and murmured gently in her ear, ”I want you too, darling. Just a moment more.”

He pressed on the soft skin inside Helen’s thigh and she relaxed, her knees loose as she eased here legs apart. James’ knee slipped between them and, a moment later he was kneeling between her thighs, the tip of his cock barely brushing against the lips of her pussy. She reached up to him and pulled him closer, wrapping her arms around him and spreading her long fingers against his back. James’ cock slipped inside her pussy and he pressed inward feeling her yielding to him. He felt the resistance of her maidenhead and paused. She looked deeply into his eyes and pulled his head closer to her mouth so that she could whisper into his ear, “take me darling, now!” They both breathed deeply and James pushed feeling the pressure against the head of his cock grow and then something broke and he slipped all of the way into Helen’s pussy.

At the moment he felt the breaking, and his cock slid right up against her womb, Helen cried out, a tiny scream, and tears filled her eyes. James held very still, feeling her trembling in his embrace and he smoothed the strands of hair from her flushed face. His lips close to her ear, he murmured gently, “I’m sorry, I hurt you, didn’t I? Are you alright?” Helen smiled and lifted her head until she could whisper against the skin of his neck,” you didn’t hurt me, well maybe a little bit. You’re so gentle and I love you so much. Now, please, make love to me.”

James eased a little way out of her pussy and then pushed forward. He could feel the folds of her pussy cradling the length of his cock as he rocked gently. The friction against his cock burned a little, at first, but she quickly became very wet and slippery, some of it from the few drops of blood that accompanied the tearing of her hymen. She bit her lip as the first few strokes caused her the same sort of burning discomfort, but then her eyes widened as she became wetter and the friction excited her. She breathed deeply and pulled his hips to her enthusiastically, feeling him filling her. She surrendered herself to him, bucking beneath hi as he sheathed his aching cock in her pussy. She was getting wetter and wetter and with a tiny cry she felt her pussy ripple and a strange set of sensations ripped through her. She arched and went rigid for a moment, then swooned. Her body seemed possessed by the first orgasm James had given her.

James felt her envelop him and the contractions in her pussy. He stopped in his thrusting, trying to hold back, but her rippling pussy and the delicious sensation of her hard nipples and taut breasts as she writhed against him were too much for him to resist and he arched his back crying out as he spurted jet upon jet of hot cum into her receptive womb.

Gasping in delight, he slipped out of Helen’s pussy and lay beside her. They both wore infatuated grins as they kissed their tongues touching and their smiles twined together.

They drifted together into sleep, deep and refreshing. James turned and felt light on his eyelids. The light was so bright that he could feel it against his eyelids. He forced them open a crack, eyes watering against the light. A soft, male voice was speaking to him, calling him by name, “Mr Cooper, can you hear me? Open your eyes James.”

James was puzzled. He had no idea who the owner of the voice was, nor could he place himself in his surroundings. He turned back to Helen and pushed the voice to the back of his mind. 

Reaching over he touched her smooth skin and smiled as she rolled over and rested her hands on his chest. She pushed gently and he rolled onto his back. Helen leaned over and kissed him, her mouth still sweet and moist, even after a night’s sleep. Her tongue slithered between his lips, as she offered him a lingering kiss. He could feel the stiffening of his cock as she reached down and curled her long fingers around the base and stroked the tight sac. H felt her lips curve in a lazy, sensual, smile as she felt him stiffen. She pressed him firmly against the bed and straddled his hips. Taking his cock between her fingertips she lowered herself down onto him. Gradually she sank lower and lower onto his cock, until the whole length was jammed tightly into her pussy, still wet from last night. She shuddered deliciously, a ripple in her pussy caressing the hard shaft of his cock. James reached up and took her breasts in his hands, the hard nipples pricking his palm. He felt the smoothness of her skin, like silk against his palm. She rocked her hips slowly, head back and eyes closed, luxuriating in the feeling of his cock inside her. She knew that she possessed him now that he was more than her betrothed, now he was her husband. She leaned forward, her breasts pressed tightly to his chest and she began to slide over his body. Her long dark hair, like a curtain of silk, fell around her face, making a tent as she lowered her lips and kissed him hungrily, her mouth open for his tongue to slide inside and explore her mouth as his cock pierced her yielding pussy. The slow building of his cock within her pussy, as she slowly rode him, tightened his balls and he arched his back, driving into her. His hands went to her hips and he stilled her gliding movements while his thick cock spurted into her. His offering this morning was a little weaker, but he still filled her tight pussy to overflowing and they lay locked in each others arms as their mingled cum seeped down his shaft to wet his balls.

Exhausted for the moment, Helen rolled away from him and cuddled closer. He kissed the top of her head and held her. Something at the back of his mind, like an unreachable itch, bothered him. Helen was as generous and adventurous a lover as he had imagined, but something seemed distant within her, even at the heights of their passion. He lay awake for a moment, puzzling, then closed his eyes and surrendered to sleep.

The bright light woke him again and the strange voice saying things that made no sense. He struggled from the grey fog of sleep, wrestling with the words in his mind. He tried to speak, but his mouth was so dry that no sound would come. Gradually the fuzziness cleared and he could see that the voice belonged to a young woman, dressed in what he recognised as a set of surgical greens.

“Mr Cooper, can you hear me?” She asked insistently

James nodded; talking seemed to be such an effort. His throat felt dry and sore and his head ached.

“Mr Cooper, you’re in hospital, you were involved in an accident. Can you recall anything?” the doctor continued.

James shook his head and looked at her as though she were irrational. He was sure that they didn’t let visitors, even wives, make love with their husbands in hospital, no matter how newly they were wed.

He looked around and saw monitors, tracing their spiky lines across glass screens. A tube led from a clear bag into his arm and he looked down at his legs under a light blanket. The doctor poured a little water into a cup with a straw and held the straw to his lips. He sipped a little feeling the cool moisture slake the parchedness of his throat

“What about Helen?” he asked, croakily.

“Helen?” the doctor responded.

“Yes! My wife.” James continued.

The doctor’s face became rigid, almost detached. James knew that he did not want to hear what she had to say. He knew that no matter how badly Helen was hurt, he loved her and would care for her. Then the weight of the dreadful pause fell upon him.

“I’m afraid Mrs Cooper didn’t make it. She died before the fire service could get her out of the car. Her side of the car took the full force of the impact you see. They did everything humanly possible.” Said the doctor, her voice catching a little as she tried to keep a professional demeanour.

“That’s not possible, She’s here. I saw her last night, this morning.” James insisted. 

“You probably mistook Nurse Simpson for your wife. She does look remarkably similar to your wife. We saw her photo in your wallet when you were admitted.” The doctor explained, reasonably.

James shook his head but realised that if he insisted, they would never believe him. He knew that he hadn’t mistaken the nurse for his wife. The doctor left him to his thoughts and the nurse smiled kindly at him. James just withdrew into a shell and waited for his body to heal.

Helen still joined him in his bed, they were wild and passionate, her touch was warm and she tasted sweet. He knew she was there but when he insisted upon her presence, the doctors had a psychiatrist visit him for long chats. He mentioned something called Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and suggested a mild sleeping pill. They changed the nurse who was caring for him and even moved him to another room.

Eventually, his body was healed and, apart from a scar behind his ear and a stiffness in his shoulder, he was pronounced fit. He had stopped mentioning Helen to anybody, knowing they would just pass it off as disturbance due to the accident. She had never stopped visiting him though and he knew it had not been an imagining.

Mike and Clarissa had been best man and maid of honour at the wedding and Mike insisted on driving James back home from the hospital. James knew, just knew, that it was so that Helen could arrange a special homecoming for him. After all she had told him how much she missed him, every night.

The house was dark and empty. Mike carried James’ bag into the hallway and snapped the light switch on. The house smelt dusty and unlived in. Mike put the case down.

“Jim, are you ok?” Mike asked, “Do you want us to stay?”

James shook his head mutely and Mike backed gratefully towards the door. As Mike left, James stepped into the empty living room and flung himself onto the couch, the wedding present from Helen’s parents. He took a deep shuddering breath and leaned forward, his head in his hands. Deep, wracking, sobs shook his body as he began to weep. His arm nudged something on the arm of the couch sending an oblong of plastic crashing to the floor. In front of him, the television burst into light and life. The bright screen showed a wedding in progress. His wedding. He looked around desperately and found his eyes drawn magnetically to the screen. There, captured on tape was his wife, Helen. He fell to his knees, peering at the screen and pressed his hand to the cool glass. He could barely hear through the roaring of the blood in his head and the pounding of his grief-rent heart. Then, suddenly the sound from the speaker burst through the red haze. They were repeating a part of their vows. He was saying “Until Death us do part.” But as he watched, Helen said something different, “And Death shall not us part. 

The light of realisation was almost painful but now he knew. Now he had to decide what to do. James smiled as he quietly climbed the stairs and decided to wait for Helen to come up to bed.



The Wedding Night



Never mind the wedding! That isn't the story you truly wish to read about. Dark elves in all forms of nobility, both wicked and wondrous, gathered in a dark place to witness the joining of General Ursule of House Maedryn to the Lady Orbb of the House of Weavre. They came, they witnessed, they dared not eat for fear of poison, they dared not dance for fear of frivolity, and they left early for fear of their lives. A typical Drow ceremony of marriage. 

It's the wedding night that most good citizens of the underworld will want to hear of. That's a tale worth telling! 

Ursule put her hand out to the lady stepping from the floating disk and helped her down. She noted with a grin the delicacy with which her new wife gripped her fingers. When Orbb had landed safely on Ursule's courtyard, she moved to take her hand away from her new partner's but found the gripping fingers would not release her. 

"Come, my wife. Let me show you around." 

"I've been here enough, Ursule. Let me go to my quarters now." 

Orbb tugged her fingers out of Ursule's, but found that the other woman gripped her wrist instead and pulled her close. Her eyes darted around, looking to see who would protest this treatment of a lady. There was suddenly no one to be seen. Orbb frowned and looked up into the taller woman's red gaze. 

"Oh my sweet wife," the General began by whispering as she drew Orbb to her great house. "You will not sleep alone. You will never sleep alone again. You must have guessed that yourself." 

It was happening, Orbb realized. It wasn't just a horrible nightmare concocted by some vengeful nemesis and slipped with poison into one of the wine glasses Orbb had drank from. It was real. 

The General was her life mate now, her partner. And Orbb's purpose in the General's life was to produce an heir. It was why she had been granted special favors by the great councils of the underworld, why her body had been changed just so. The General needed an heir and Orbb was to be the vessel of that child. 

She didn't barely noticed the halls they passed through, even as they moved passed her usual chambers and suites of rooms to the General's wing of the great underground castle. Ursule was nuzzling her styled and coifed hair and keeping her tightly in her embrace, barely letting Orbb's slippered feet touch the smooth marble of the floors they moved across. 

At last, they arrived at the great door to Ursule's rooms. She pushed it wide with one hand and guided Orbb within. The rule was opulent and masculine, as she had expected. Ursule excelled in a world usually ruled by men. War and the military were for the most part left in men's hands, an unusual thing in a world dominated by women. The justification was of course that the men were worth the risk, and women were safer at home. Let the boys play with swords and lances. The women stayed home, under the earth and in the safety of their cities and great Houses. Daggers and other hidden blades were their weapons of 

choice, poisons and noxious potions that could turn favor this way or that. What need did the dark elf women have of war? 

Ursule, of course, had taken another path. And she had endeared herself to every Drow council beneath the dirt of the earth by defeating invasion after invasion of intruding light dwellers. She'd taken all rebellious cities by storm, marched on any House that did not play the way the councils wished they would play. She was a great war hero, revered by the women of the council for her domination of that abhorrent male-infested realm of military. She was adored by all who were worth something, by anyone who knew power when they saw it. 

Orbb hated her with all of her dark little heart. And most of that was simply because out of all the eligible women in the underworld, Ursule had chosen her to be her wife. Why not one of her older sisters, more experienced in the ways of sex and mating? Why not someone from a higher House with more respect? 

Ursule had explained all of this already. Orbb came from a House that could truly afford the General's influence in the courts of the cities of the underworld. Where other families found their own way, Orbb's family had the nasty job of being one of the down trodden and sorely diminished Houses affected badly by the war. They'd sent many sons to Ursule's army, and had few daughters to spare for the worship of the goddess or for politics. They didn't have the time to scheme and plot that other Houses had. Ursule could rest safely with Orbb next to her, knowing full well that for Orbb to murder her new wife would be a devastating blow to her own House. One her family would not forgive her for. Ursule would not have to worry about Orbb assassinating her. Orbb's matriarch and sisters needed Ursule alive, to push their House up the ranks in their home city whenever she visited. 

The other reason for Ursule choosing Orbb was more typical, more blatant, and more disgusting to Orbb personally. She wanted a virgin, it was a must, something she insisted on. It had to do with her new device, the favor the councils had granted her. It had changed her status and her importance in the underworld. It made having a wife and then an heir possible. And she did not want it sullied by a woman experienced in sexual practices that even Ursule hadn't learned. She wanted a fresh girl, a young beautiful wife that could honestly say she had not had any other men. Orbb was just such a girl, foolishly saving herself against her mother's wishes so she might join the priestesses one day and offer her maidenhead to the goddess. 

Ursule, learning of the girl, had immediately made other plans. Orbb's intention of serving the goddess through worship was ruined. Now she would be wife and mate to this freak of a female. 

Was Ursule even a woman anymore? Orbb knew she was about to find out first hand. She gulped as the General closed the door behind them and latched it firmly. When Orbb blinked at the locks, she smiled. 

"Just incase you scream. You do know it hurts at first, yes?" 

Already Ursule was taking off her weapons belt. She nodded to a door and didn't meet Orbb's eyes as she spoke. 

"The lavatory is through there. You can change your clothes or get fully naked, it's up to you. But do ready yourself. I'm ready to begin our marriage, and I don't like to be kept waiting." 

The General spoke with the authority of a woman used to having her way. It wasn't a mean tone, it was simply the voice of a dark elf female. Firm, strong, and clear. And it instructed those lesser than her in exactly what they ought to be doing. 

Orbb was not from a poor family. Poor families didn't have Houses behind them. On every other day in her life, she had been the one telling others what to do. She had her first slave drawing her bath and brushing her hair before she was old enough to speak. The only women who ever spoke down to her were her older sisters or her mother, or the great matriarch of her House, the woman that had orchestrated this mockery of marriage. As Orbb quickly moved into the lavatory and shut the door behind her, she mentally cursed that dread woman. She didn't know if the old crone was her grandmother or great grandmother. She felt no love for her, just as she cared nothing for anyone in her family. But on this day, she hated that wizened old woman with a deep passion. 

Panting, Orbb searched desperately through all of the wall cabinets, praying one would actually be a window to outside. Where she would go, she didn't care. She just knew she wanted to flee. 

Minutes passed but no window availed itself to her. She breathed heavily, leaning on the large stone basin that served as a tub. For a moment, the young girl considered drowning herself in it. But it would take too long to fill and she knew time was running out. She began to rummage through the ointments and unguents in the room, praying that one of them might just be lethal. It was a hopeless search. 

Suddenly there was a pounding on the door. Ursule called through the wood to her wife, and Orbb could hear the grinning in her voice. 

"Nothing in there can kill you. I've prepared well for tonight, my child. Come now, and be a woman! I'm waiting, and I've already said how very much I hate to be kept waiting." 

There was nothing to be done for it. Slowly, Orbb opened the door, head down. She would have cried if she could remember how. 

"There now, you should not be so afraid. That only makes it hurt more. Have you been taught nothing?" 

Ursule took Orbb by the hand, pulling her to the large bed that took up the whole center of the large room. Orbb had been given the basics of sex, but had purposefully ignored each lesson, intending to never need it. 

The General put a hand under Orbb's chin and lifted it. 

"I want to see your eyes, your lips, your face, as I undress you." 

She began to undo the laces and strings on Orbb's elaborate dress, muttering as she found the more complicated ones. Orbb did nothing, did not help at all. She stifled her laughter when the General found knots she was not familiar with and simply could not undo. But she felt cold shock go through her when the General produced a knife from no where and began to simply cut her way through the dress. 

With one final slice, the dress fell in shreds to the floor. Orbb shivered, suddenly quite chill. She moved her arms slowly to cover herself, her hands cupped over her sex. 

"Ah now, that defeats the point of wrecking your dress, doesn't it?" 

The General pulled Orbb's arms away and put her large hands on the girl's ribs gently. She seemed happy with what she saw, and Orbb hoped that would be enough. It was not. 

Ursule loved the sight of Orbb naked in the torch light. The girl's body was unmarred in any way. No whip scars, meaning she had always been obedient. No bruises, meaning she was not physical and rather delicate. There were all the right curves, from the slender calves and thighs to the rounded hips and thin waspish waist. Ursule trailed her fingertips up Orbb's sides, noting how the girl gasped at the touch. She really was unspoiled. No one had touched her like this before. The General grinned and put her hands under the smallish breasts. The girl was so young that she hadn't finished developing her womanly proportions yet. That was how Ursule preferred her lovers, young and fresh, unspoiled. She left the experienced courtiers to others, and stuck with the younger daughters of the many Houses that threw their marriageable girls at her. 

It wasn't unusual for a woman to marry a woman. But it had never before been said that such a union would produce a child. Ursule would be the first to do that. 

She moved her thumbs over the small dark nipples of Orbb's breasts, then, unable to resist her own desires, she lifted a small tit and put her mouth to it. She suckled lightly, then teased it to a hardness with her teeth. Orbb's hands lifted, fingers clawed, but she didn't move to stop her new wife. She didn't dare. 

Ursule grinned. 

"Well, let's lay you down on the bed. I don't think I have the patience I thought I did." 

She pushed Orbb backwards until the girl's legs met the soft plush mattresses and she tumbled back onto the fur blankets there. Ursule was immediately ontop of her, nipping at the young girl's neck while one hand removed her leggings. 

Here it comes, Orbb thought. It was the moment she was dreading. She knew that only after that moment could she hope for it to all be over, and she dreaded it as much as she anticipated it. There was no doubt that Ursule sucking her breast had excited her but she had expected that. She could learn to deal with that, teach herself to not react and to stay cold and calm during these necessary sessions. She intended to bore Ursule into forgoing sex with Orbb altogether. She would find other playmates, and would probably enjoy them more. Orbb didn't intend to accept Ursule as her lover, even if she could not deny the other woman as her wife. 

The General forced Orbb's thighs apart suddenly. She sat back on her knees and grinned down at her bride. Orbb's eyes locked to hers hatefully. 

"Do you want to see it beforehand?" 

Orbb blinked, doing her best to look unimpressed and ignorant. 

"As you wish. I have no time for games." 

With that, Ursule lifted Orbb's buttocks, one in each hand, and levered the girl to an angled slant with her tailbone resting on the General's thighs. 

"I'm told this is one of the best positions to ensure conception," she grunted and grinned. "And this way, I can see your face." 

Mercilessly, she plunged her long, thick veined penis into young Orbb's cunt, ripping the girl open by sheer force. Orbb screamed, every muscle in her body tightening in shock and surprise as the General pushed deeper into her virgin pussy. 

"Told you that you might scream," Ursule grimaced meanly. She plunged onward, using her grip on Orbb's legs to draw the girl back against her groin. She thrust upwards, her penis tilted at an angle inside her bride. She could feel the heat of the tight vaginal walls around her, their dryness evidence of Orbb's intense pain and displeasure. But she cared nothing for any of that. She'd fought long and hard for this moment. The look of agony on the girl's face made up for the friction burns she might receive. 

Ursule had used her new tool already, many times, on various women of the courts in the underworld. Some had gladly opened to her. But most, such as the first she had encountered, had shrunk from her cock like it was a deformity. Ursule had not been born with a penis. She was a woman through and through. The new appendage was an additional benefit to being the General. Along with having the right to fuck as many women as she wished, winning the wars she had won had also granted her the adoration of the councils. Particularly the wizard council, the most powerful of all the political bodies that ran the dark elf nation. When they had impressed upon her that she should cease to battle and fight, and should take some time to marry, become pregnant and produce at least one heir, she had wanted to cut off all their heads. They spoke truth though. She needed an heir and to have an heir, she'd have to get pregnant. 

Or would she? 

With some clever and rather blunt brainstorming, she'd come up with a solution she knew they'd appreciate. Putting their greatest abilities in magick to use, they had changed her. They had adjusted her physical makeup just enough for her body to produce a viable and working penis with a matching set of testicles. And she had been given full rights to the female population within reason. She could marry and produce an heir, the sooner the better. And all without giving up her love of blood and warfare. 

Orbb wasn't screaming anymore, Ursule noted. She thrust harder, and the girl's cries for mercy started once again. Ursule smiled, bucking hard against her bride until she began to cum. Then she gripped the girl's hips and forced her to sit up and ride the thick long cock inside her. 

Orbb beat her fists against Ursule's muscular breasts, pushing hard to get away from her. There was no escape. It felt like someone had driven a pole up inside her body and had pumped her very guts to a pulp inside her. She was lifted up and down by Ursule's strong fingers tightly gripping her hips and then her ass, forcing her to bounce. She cried, finally remembered how to cry, and sobbed for release. 

"Oh, I will give you release, my little cunt. But this one is all for me!" 

At last, Ursule was done pumping her evil seed into Orbb's aching orifice. She let Orbb drop to the bedding, and fell beside her. Orbb squeezed her legs together, 

found that only increased the pains, and lay with her thighs spread. Wetness dripped from her vagina, coating the furry blankets on the bed much like her tears did. 

The General leaned on one arm next to her, watching her and panting breathlessly. Orbb put a hand over her eyes to hide her tears, but the General just pulled it away. She thumbed the salty wetness on Orbb's face and smiled. 

"These tears you shed? They are only the beginning. I will make you cry, my little wife. Often." 

Orbb believed every word. 

"At first, you will cry because of the pain. Then, I will make you cry in shame." 

Orbb sniffled and turned her head to look at Ursule. Shame? That was a rare thing indeed for a Drow to feel. The General nodded, and rose above Orbb, moving her body between the younger girl's thighs. 

"Oh yes, you will feel shame. I've never owned another person before. I did not grow up having slaves, as you have. To me, my wife, you are my first slave. And I fully intend to make use of you. So prepare yourself for more tears." 

Orbb drew her breath in, but did not have time to finish before Ursule's cock was pushing inside her. It burned like a fiery poker, and Ursule seemed to be going slower this time. Orbb felt every inch as it entered her. It was eight, ten, twelve inches in length, she was sure of it. 

"You will feel shame. Not only because I own you, not only because you will be as my slave." 

Ursule was moving now, her hips lifting up off of Orbb's body and then slowly coming back down. The burning sensation was terrible, but something else was tickling inside of Orbb's young body. Something else was awakening. 

The General put her lips against Orbb's, and drew from her a very deep and sexy kiss. It was the kind of kiss given to a wife, not to a whore. It was wet, and where their lips joined, their mouths may have truly become one. She slid her tongue inside the other girl's mouth, finding Orbb's own tongue and toying with it deliciously. She continued to pump into the girl's body, and could feel the wetness there. Was it all maiden's blood? Or something else, at last? 

Orbb looked up at Ursule when the other paused and drew away from the kiss. 

"You will feel shame because you are my slave. But also because I will make you want me, and want this. You will cry tears while you beg for me to fuck you." 

Orbb bit her lip, wanting to be angry and to shout words of rejection and denial. But that being inside of her, the one awakening to the feel of that fat cock inside her tightness. It refused to let her speak. 

Ursule took first one, then both of Orbb's wrists in her hands. She put them above the girl's head, holding them tightly in the same hand she used to steady herself and hold herself up. The other hand she placed on Orbb's breast. She teased at the nipple carefully before tweaking it hard. Orbb gasped, and the sound was like music to Ursule's pointed ears. She loved the sound of a girl objecting to her play. 

"Tell me you want me to fuck you harder," she whispered coarsely as she watched Orbb's eyes. 

"No!" Orbb responded. 

"Tell me you want it harder," Ursule said, twisting Orbb's nipple painfully. 

"No! Stop!" 

But Ursule wouldn't stop. She demanded Orbb to beg for her to go harder. And no matter what response or objection Orbb gave, Ursule did fuck harder. She could feel the tightening again, the refusal of Orbb's body to yield to Ursule's cock. And she loved it. Oh if only it would always be so. She tilted her head back, feeling herself ready to cum. She squeezed Orbb's small breast so painfully that the other girl began to scream again. Was she drawing blood? Some part of Orbb was going to bleed, she knew that was truth. It didn't stop her from thrusting harder and harder into her begging bride. 

When Ursule had finally orgasmed once more, she lay heavily ontop of her small wife, almost suffocating her. Orbb beat her fists against the General, but to no avail. Soon, Ursule was snoring, and Orbb was effectively trapped until she woke. For hours she lay beneath Ursule, weeping and struggling to move the larger woman off of her. Her own body felt broken, either by the sheer weight of her wife or by the constant ache her lower abdomen was experiencing. 




The Wedding Night



She finally gave up the fight and tried to sleep. Her breathing was labored and shallow and her dreams were full of nightmares. Great horned beasts leapt onto her from above, pouncing on her repeatedly. There were so many, she couldn't fight them off. And they all wanted to gore her with their large pointed horns. 

She awoke to a gentle touch on her face and for a moment forgot where she was. She jumped to sit up and pull away but Ursule had her by the wrist too quickly. 

"Shhh, now. None of that," her wife said, pulling her back to the bed. 

Orbb tried to pull away and Ursule laughed as she slammed her tiny fist into the General's hard and well muscled forearm. 

"Our first fight! I'm so glad we're getting all of our firsts out of the way so soon!" 

With that, Ursule released Orbb and let her dash away. Too busy laughing, she didn't give chase. Orbb ran to the door, trying to undo all of the locks as quickly as she could. Before she'd even managed one, Ursule was next to her, pinning her to the door. 

"My, aren't we confused. You are my wife, you see. I own you. You're the wife of the General, and not just any wife. You are to be my slave. I should have put that on the marriage contract, perhaps." 

Ursule was turning her around, putting Orbb's face to the door now and pressing against her with her chest. Her hands were grabbing Orbb's hips, lifting her upwards and off the floor. 

"No! Please, not like this!" 

"Oh yes, just like this. I intend to have you in every corner of this room, of this whole house, given the chance!" 

Orbb felt Ursule enter her from behind, her bruised and battered pussy no longer able to squeeze and try to deny that long vicious penis. It pushed hard up inside her, this time hurting just as terribly as the first. Orbb screamed and pounded on the door. 

Ursule drew back a bit, letting the girl's face be her leverage. Supported just so, she fucked into Orbb's pussy, loving the feel of the tightness around her cock. She could see the blood dried on Orbb's thighs and it made Ursule shiver. 

Maiden's blood. The blood of a true virgin. She had been told and hadn't been sure. Every pussy felt tight to her and everyone acted virginal when she entered them, either by choice or force. But here was a true virgin. Or here had been. 

Ursule grinned and fucked harder then pushed Orbb forward, letting her legs drop as the girl cried for someone to help her. She leaned forward and continued to pump into her wife as she whispered in Orbb's ear. 

"No one can hear you, and no one would answer if they could." She pulled the white silky locks of hair away from Orbb's ear and neck, biting the exposed skin hard. As she sank her teeth into the soft yielding flesh, she came inside the girl again, pushing herself as deep as she could with no care for her wife. 

Panting, she held Orbb there, waiting for her dick to soften so she could withdraw it easier. 

"You can run all you like. Out there is no different from in here. I will have you, whether you fight me or accept me. And I will continue to fuck you, child or no child. I have never had so wild a woman as you, my sweet one. Pregnant or no, you're going to be my wife until I die." 

As much as Orbb wished that would be soon, she knew it was a false hope. Ursule let her slide to the floor, where she curled up into a ball and cried. Her dreams were shattered, her body broken inside. And she hated the person she had married more now than ever before. 

Back on the bed, Ursule was talking raucously about how tight Orbb was. She reveled in the fact that the girl had been a virgin, and mocked her for saving herself for the goddess. Sighing, Orbb knew she was right. The goddess hadn't chosen her. If she had, something would have happened to prevent this monstrosity of a marriage. 

The General sat up and beckoned to Orbb. The girl on the floor blinked. Ursule beckoned again, smiling. 

"If you do not come to me, I shall just come to you. You should learn that sooner rather than later." 

Slowly Orbb forced herself to get up. Staggering on unsteady feet, she moved to Ursule. Her wife took her by the hips and pulled her close. 

"Now, let me see what damage I have done that can't be undone by a few gentle caresses, hmmm?" 

Orbb looked down, pushing her fears away as Ursule's fingers reached out for her tender and aching sex. 

"Your pussy. It's so sweet, Orbb. You have no idea how sweet though, do you? You've never even had sex with a woman, never mind a man. So tight, right in here..." 

Ursule's fingers parted Orbb's sex, pushing the puffy and bruised lips aside. They slid easily around the crevices of Orbb's inner folds, making her wince and close her eyes tightly. Ursule ignored her, instead watching her own fingers. She found the young girl's clitoris and stroked it. Even in its disheveled state, her wife's pussy was willing to be tended to, if it was done correctly. 

Orbb felt heat flood her body. It wasn't the burning sensation of Ursule's cock. It was the hot touch of her large fingers. They spread her open for Ursule's eyes to see. And they teased at her in ways she had only ever pleasured herself in privacy. She felt a familiar wetness there and put a hand on Ursule's shoulder to steady herself. Then she looked down again. 

Ursule had placed her entire mouth against Orbb's pussy. It wasn't her fingers invading her folds but her tongue. It flicked over Orbb's clit, and she felt herself harden, the clit turning into a pebble sized bud of stiff flesh. One of Ursule's fingers slid into Orbb's aching hole. It wasn't too large. It was almost too small. Soon her tongue joined it. Together, the two fleshy tools fucked Orbb's tightness. It was a good feeling, a right feeling. Orbb put both hands against Ursule's head, and tilted her pelvic bones forward, forcing Ursule's mouth harder against her body. The General's hands reached behind her now, cupping her smooth round ass and lifting her slightly. Orbb was on her tiptoes now, rocking forward to meet Ursule's tongue. 

Suddenly, the General flipped her around and tumbled her to the bed. She pushed Orbb's legs apart, then lifted them up to over her shoulders. She'd loved many women this way. Girl on girl sex was more typical in Drow society than man and woman. Ursule tongue fucked Orbb's pussy, her free hands either moving over the girl's thighs or teasing her clit. Orbb bucked upwards, unaware of her own desire and wanton cravings. She just wanted fulfillment and she wanted it from whoever was making her feel so good. 

With another quick move, Ursule leapt up on the bed and ontop of her bride. 

"No, shhh, don't stop moving..." 

The head of her cock teased against Orbb's lips and parted her sex. She tightened to feel the pain again, and winced as Ursule entered her. But she was already so slick with blood and pussy juice that it wasn't as tight as it had been before. Ursule pushed only halfway in, whispering encouragingly to her wife as she half thrust against the young girl's cunt. 

"That is how it's done. That is how it should feel. Yes...keep moving against me. It can be good for you too." 

Orbb ignored her voice but continued to buck and writhe. That inner being, the sexual one that had never before been brought to the surface, wanted more. Even though it hurt, she lifted her legs. Ursule, surprised, tucked them around her waist and pushed more of her thickness inside her wife. 

Orbb could feel herself stretching. Ursule was simply too big. Some proud part of her wanted to take it all though, wanted all of her wife inside her. She forced herself down onto Ursule's thickness, pushing against her more. More cock inside her, more thrusting and fucking. 

Orbb tossed her head side to side, uncontrolled now. Ursule too was losing control. She had wanted to be gentler this time, as gentle as she knew how to be, at least. But this serpentine creature beneath her was too exciting, her pussy too inviting. She gave up and pushed all of her cock into her wife. 

Orbb screamed. But it was different this time. It was in pain and anguish, still. It was also in desire. It was enough to drive Ursule to her own ecstatic heights. Orbb was brought with her, and together they climaxed, clinging to each other 

tightly. Breast to breast, hip to hip, the two women writhed and fucked against each other. They rolled as they began to descend from their mental heights, and Orbb was ontop of Ursule, panting. 

For a few moments, they stared into each other's souls. A sudden and unexpected contract was written then, one that bound them to each other eternally. 

"It can be good for me," Orbb whispered, a finger caressing Ursule's cheek. "But only when you give it all to me. Only when you do not hold back." 

She leaned down, surprising herself as she kissed her wife deeply. She tasted her own pungent blood and didn't care. Ursule grew hard inside her immediately. Orbb sat up slowly, feeling the thick rod inside her like a pole. She drew in a breath carefully as she sat straddling Ursule's hips. 

"You think you can ride me like a professional courtier, already, little one?" 

"I can do anything. I married you, didn't I?" Orbb countered. 

Ursule nodded, knowing now it must not have been an easy arrangement for the girl. She seemed to be accepting it though. Much better than hours ago. 

She put her hands on the girl's hip bones, and pushed her slightly forward, slightly back. Attentively, Orbb followed Ursule's rhythm. She had to brace herself against the woman's sheer size. Her cock was not a normal cock. She didn't need to compare it to men to know. But it was the depth within her that that cock went to that woke the inner sexual beast that slept inside Orbb. She craved that beast already, wanted it again to rise and take her over. 

If I have to endure this, let me not be who I am or was. Let me be someone else. 

She looked again at Ursule, saw the pure adoring gaze looking back at her. 

This is what she wants. This I can give. And this will give me back control! 

She rocked, taking over now. She placed each of Ursule's hands on her breasts and squeezed them there. Taking her cue, the General pinched Orbb's small tits hard, thrusting up into her. Soon, she was cumming, the General was cumming, and their bodies were grinding hard against each other. 

Later, the General curled Orbb's body in against hers, smelling deeply of her wife's hair. 

"You will be pregnant with my heir in no time." 

"How do you know it works?" 

"Others have become pregnant," Ursule answered, a hand playing on Orbb's hip. "Do not fret though. I let none of them come to full term." 

"What happened to them?" 

"They held the child within long enough, then were forced to abort. The infants were perfect, each one. And they were strangled or drowned, usually by their mothers." 

"Whores, then?" 

"Whores or slaves," Ursule said, nodding. "You will be the first to have my child, no worries of that." "And if anyone comes later from some exploit of yours, presenting a child they swear is your own?" 

Ursule didn't say anything. Orbb turned to look at her. 

"What would you do, General?" 

Ursule just grinned. 

"What would you do, my wife? You tell me what you would do." 

Orbb pushed Ursule onto her back, straddling the woman's hard stomach muscles. 

"If that happened, I would have to poison them. I'm very good with poison." 

"The mother or the child?" 

"Both, I suppose. I cannot have another daughter of yours vying for your name and fortunes. Otherwise..." 

"Otherwise...all of this trouble has been for nothing?" 

Ursule was grinning at her, teasing her. Orbb was very serious. She would not let anyone make all of her sacrifices in vain. 

Being the General's wife had greatly elevated her station, something that she didn't appreciate at first. Other women would have killed for her position, even if she warned them of what they were getting into with the General. Orbb was determined to accept her new station, and to make the best of it. No illegitimate bastard daughter would take that away from her. 

I need to get pregnant, as soon as possible, she decided. 

And she threw herself to the task with new relish. Ursule couldn't be more pleased.



The Wedding Night



I was a virgin on my wedding night, and I was glad I waited. I could give my husband, the man who was going to love me for the rest of my life, this precious gift I was saving.

My husband was not a virgin, and I preferred it that way. He was fifteen years older than me, more mature, more experienced, established, successful.

Our wedding was a fairy tale dream, just like I imagined since I was a little girl. Traditionally, the bride's family pays for the wedding, but I come from a lot less money than my husband, and he insisted on paying. I'm glad he did. If my mom had to pay, we would have had an outdoor barbecue and invited maybe 20 guests. With my new husband footing the bill, we were able to throw a party for all our friends and family in a five star luxury resort. We had an open bar, a live band, a three-course meal, a layer cake, a chocolate fountain, flowers on the walls and at every table, and ice sculptures of swans. Swans! Made of ice!

It was a whirlwind night that passed all too fast. Men in tuxedos and women in gowns congratulating me. Everyone smiling, drinking, and dancing. My husband held me close at every dance, his eyes filled with love.

And now, he carried me over the threshold into the honeymoon suite. And all the anticipation of all those years was going to be met by a night of passion. I heard about it nonstop since I was barely done with childhood. I dreamt about it. I saw it on TV and movies and once or twice online. I read about it. I came close to it a couple of times but never went all the way. And tonight was the night. I was more than ready.

When we entered the suite, the scene was set. The lights were dim, and candles were burning on either side of the bed. There were a dozen roses in a vase on the table in the corner of the room. The bed had been turned, and the corner of the covers had been pulled back, inviting us to lay between the sheets.

And then I got nervous. I wasn't ready to be thrown on the bed. "Put me down," I requested. My new husband complied. He set me gently on my feet. I breathed a series of long breaths.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine. I just need a minute. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. Take your time. We have the rest of our lives."

I breathed again, and decided to explore my surroundings. I walked over to a soft, plush loveseat by the wall. I brushed my hand against it, and then sat down.

"Perhaps I'll sit here all night," I thought to myself.

It's not that I didn't want him inside me, badly. I was just so nervous.

Sitting down relaxed me. I shortly realized I couldn't sit there all night, and I didn't want to. So, I brought out my usual feminine charm that my mom had taught me, that I learned from other girls at school, that I learned from TV. The feminine charm that had landed me the man before me.

I leaned back into the couch, thrusting my chest out at the same time. I threw my hair to the side and bobbed my head. I dropped my mouth open, and flashed a warm, inviting smile.

"You look terrified," he said.

I thought it was a warm, inviting smile. I guess I couldn't mask my emotions.

I tried again. I played with my hair, turned my body sideways away from him, while turning my head back towards him, and batted my eyes. Before we entered the suite, as the party was ending, I made sure that my makeup was perfect. My eyelashes were thick and lush with mascara. My eyeliner accentuated my natural coloring. I drew one hand to the shoulder strap of my dress, signaling that I was going to take it off at any moment. If he wasn't going to come to me, my eyes batting, my dress about to come off, then he wasn't human.

It was all silly, really. I was his bride, and it was our wedding night. What more feminine charm did I need to use on him? I already had him, and we were already going to make love. But it was my habit to tease, and pout, and play. And so I teased. I brought my finger to my mouth and kissed it, while the finger of my other hand was still playing with my hair. I cocked my head to the side and gave him my best come-hither stare. I was ready for him again. I couldn't make it any clearer short of holding up a sign.

He walked over to me, slowly, cautiously, not making any sudden moves, like I was an easily startled deer, and he didn't want me to run.

He gradually approached the side of the loveseat, leaned down, and kissed me. The electricity from his lips made it all come back. Of course we were going to make love, and it was going to be wonderful. Why did I even doubt it for a second? He could have taken me right there. Wetness flowed inside me, and I wanted him immediately.

I felt his rough, manly stubble scratch against my face. My new husband was one of those men who always had stubble, except for an hour or two after shaving. I liked it. It showed me he was a man. A grown man.

Some of my girlfriends teased me for dating an older man. They said I had daddy issues. But I say to hell with those jealous bitches. I found a man that makes me feel safe and protected, a man who has money so we won't ever have to worry about the power shutting off or getting evicted or going to a public hospital where the reject doctors tell everyone, including gunshot victims, to get some rest and walk it off.

And he wasn't that much older, only 15 years. He was in his mid-30s and I was in my early 20s. It was a perfectly normal age difference. Women marry older men all the time. Most of the time even.

And most importantly, he made me happy.

He kissed me deeply, tenderly, gently, taking his time with my mouth, easing me into the thrill of tonight's romance. He brushed his hand against my cheek, softly. He knelt down beside me, just like he did that magic night that he proposed. I loved to see him kneel at my side, while I sat erect, imagining myself a queen, and him my loyal subject. Most of the time, he was my king. But right now he was my subject, and he was going to please me.

He kissed the side of my neck, as I lifted my head up and to the side, exposing the full length of my vulnerable neck to his lips and teeth. He reached a hand up and placed it on my left breast, over the dress, and then brought his hand up to the back of my neck to pull me in closer to him. I undid the straps of my dress, and down fell the top, exposing my naked breasts to him.

Like a hungry child desperate for milk he suckled on my nipple, squeezing the bottom of my breast passionately with one hand, and holding the other breast in his other hand. I looked down at him, licking, sucking, rubbing, and he looked as though he was transported to paradise.

He worked himself into a frenzy playing with my breast, until he wanted more. He lifted me up under my arms, off the loveseat, and pressed my back against the wall. He kissed me again, and placed his hand on my sex, over my wedding dress. With manic hands, he lifted more and more of the skirt of my dress until he could place a hand underneath. This wedding dress was awfully bulky. It was going to have to come off soon or we would never get to feel each other.

His hand under my dress, he started rubbing my dripping wet pussy. He placed two fingers inside, and moved them up and down inside me. Up and down. He kissed my other nipple, the one he missed when I was on the loveseat. He always gave equal time to my breasts. Suckling on one nipple, fingering me harder and harder, I was getting more and more excited for the moment he would penetrate me and take the wedding gift I had waited so long to give to him.

He lifted me up in his arms, just as he had when we first crossed the threshold into the suite, except this time I was ready. My arms were around his neck, and I was admiring his handsome face. There was power and strength in his face. And signs that he was experienced in life. He had one or two wrinkles from worrying about work, and burdens, and investing money. His hairline was just barely starting to recede. He had a few grey hairs in his otherwise brown stubble. A grown man's face.

He carried me to the bed where I was to lose my virginity. Four solid cherry wood bedposts, a silk canopy, and so many pillows arranged by the headboard, way more pillows than we would ever need. 

He lay me down on the plush bedcover, and leaned down to plant a kiss on my lips, while I lay still on the bed, like Sleeping Beauty, or Snow White. And just like those Disney princesses, I lifted my body up the moment he kissed me, my lips tasting his.

He placed his hands gently on my shoulders, turned me so that I was now sitting on the side of the bed, legs dangling down, and he gently pushed me back, back, into the soft downy mattress.

"There you go baby," he said. "Lean back."

He lifted the skirt of my wedding dress up, up. Hiked it up ever higher, as I moved my hips to allow the fabric to rest under me. This dress was definitely going to have to come off. It was very bulky.

He knelt down at the side of the bed, once again my servant kneeling to please his queen. He pulled off my panties, the final barrier to my sex. He pushed my legs apart and back, and gazed at my virginal pussy, already wet for him.

He stared at my exposed pussy for ten seconds, admiring it like it was the greatest work of art he had ever seen.

"Your pussy," he said, his lips nearly brushing my sex. "It's beautiful."

I lifted my head up and looked at him. My jaw was dropped and I was already starting to feel tingles up my body, even though he hadn't licked me yet. I heard his breathing get heavier and heavier, he was so excited to put his lips on my pussy.

Two large fingers of his left hand spread my lips. Two large fingers of his right hand rubbed my clit in strong circles. Each circle sending a shock wave through my body.

"You smell fantastic," he declared, and he dove his mouth right on top of my wet and stimulated clit. Up and down he licked. Up and down, his mouth clasped tight against my pussy.

"Oh," I moaned, as my eyes rolled up to the back of my head. I grabbed the back of my thighs and lifted them back, presenting myself to this wonderful man who married me and was now bringing me to ecstasy. He'd only just started to lick me, but even so I was ready for him to enter me and never leave. I didn't need any more foreplay. I was ready for him. Heck, I was ready for two of him.

But he wasn't going to enter me yet. He was taking his time, enjoying himself. He was watching me as I moaned, and taking pleasure in every one of my gasps. He kept licking my sensitive nub, harder and harder.

"Oh," I moaned again. I smiled broader than I ever had in my life. And this was just the beginning.

He slid two fingers inside me, and pushed them back and forth.

I lifted my hips up and down against his face, up and down, to match the rhythm of his fingers and mouth.

"Oh, fuck," I moaned.

He kissed my clit in response, tenderly, like a lover.

"Does that feel good?" he asked.

"Ah," I whimpered. I couldn't even form the word, "yes."

He kept going. He continued to lick, to suck, and to move his fingers inside me, while I jerked around against his face like a bronco. I was frenzied, and greedy. I needed that orgasm. I was going to take that orgasm.

And then, with one jerky motion of my hips against his face, with my clit brushing up against his tongue one last time, I felt it. The sweet release. I came all over his face with a yelp, as my body quivered. Then I lay back down on the bed, calm and peaceful.

He stood up, and I saw my pussy juices dripping down his chin, and down his neck. My juices against his skin a glistening sign of how much pleasure he had given me, and how much pleasure he wanted to give me.

He wanted me ready, and pleased, and happy, and wet. And I was.

I was flooding down there. More ready for sex than any woman has ever been in history. My husband wiped my juices from his chin, and he knew it was time. He pulled my legs towards him, so that my ass was just barely at the edge of the bed. He took his coat, bowtie, and shirt off - I couldn't believe they were on this long - and revealed the manly physique underneath. The firm pecs, the chiseled abs, the muscular arms, the broad shoulders. He no longer looked like my kneeling servant. He looked like a warrior, about to take the spoils of war. He rubbed my inner thigh, brushed his hand against my tender pussy, massaged my breasts once more. He undid his cummerbund, the fancy sash they use as a belt for tuxedos, threw it to the side, and rocked his pelvis against me, still wearing his pants, rubbing his bulge against my pussy, giving me a taste of what was to come.

He dropped his pants and boxers, and displayed proudly his fully erect manhood, which was pointing straight towards the sky in excitement. He didn't even wait to take off his shoes or socks, or fully remove his pants. With one hand rubbing my pussy and one hand guiding his shaft, he rubbed the tip against my pussy. I scooched back. I didn't want him to enter me while he was standing, so distant. I wanted a glorious first time, with him right on top of me. I understood that he was eager, and I could see the lust in his eyes, but he was going to have to wait another minute until we were positioned just right.

As I scuttled back, on my elbows and heels, he crawled forward, on his knuckles and knees, always just above me, looking down at me like prey. Somewhere during our slow migration across the bed, he managed to kick off his shoes and pants. When we were both fully on the bed, I stopped, waiting for him to enter.

He stopped when I did, and, resting on just one fist, he took his other hand and tried to guide his shaft into my pussy, but was stopped by my wedding dress, which had shifted down as I scooted back, and was now forming a last-ditch guard to defend my precious virginity. That damned dress! That damned horrible, bulky wedding dress, always getting in the way! It served its purpose. Why was it still here?

"One moment," I said. And with a shimmy of my hips and bringing up my knees, I pushed down that infernal dress so it was finally off me, and I threw it down to the floor past the foot of the bed, where it could no longer give us any trouble.

Our fully nude bodies were facing each other. Ready for each other. His ready to give. Mine ready to receive. I spread my legs wide apart and back. He brought his hand down to his manhood, grabbed the base, and guided his shaft, his strong, firm shaft, past my soft and yielding folds, and into my pussy.

Ohmigod. He filled me, and my body felt new sensations it had never felt before. His warm, pulsing cock sent me to an ecstasy I had never known. It felt so right to have him inside me. Even the pain, which was a lot less than I had been led to believe, made it all the much more satisfying.

In and out he moved, gently and slowly. He was still on his fists, with distance between our bodies. I looked down and saw his cock entering me, and moving in and out. Before now, I had imagined what it would look like, and I had seen it before on TV, and movies, and online, but seeing a cock move in and out of me, was more sexy than I ever imagined. I stared in fascination, mesmerized, transfixed by the shaft moving back and forth. And it was inside me!

His pace grew quicker and quicker. Faster and faster he pushed himself inside me, each thrust making me moan. 

His arm and shoulder muscles rippled as he held himself up by the fists planted into the mattress. His handsome face held a grim determination of a man on a mission. And the ecstasy of a man making love.

I moaned beneath him, loving each thrust, each pump of his cock inside me. His firm ass muscles were driving him deeper and deeper into me, and I was smiling, writhing, and moaning as I watched it move inside and out.

I lifted my eyes up from his cock, and stared straight up at my new husband. His face was beet red. His skin was glistening with sweat. His veins were swollen and pulsing with exertion. His teeth were clenched in a lusty and determined smile.

And then he brought his face close to mine and stared into my eyes. Our eyes were locked in love.

"Oh!" he shouted with a final, full thrust. His cock pulsed and sprayed hot fluid inside my pussy. He collapsed on top of me. Our bodies pressed against each other.

We held each other.

A minute later, he pulled out, and pushed himself back onto his knees in front of me, looking down at my sweaty body, taking deep breaths.

I was enjoying the warmth and heat of his juices inside me, laying back, relaxing. And then, I started to feel his cum ooze out of my pussy, onto my ass and from there onto the bedspread. I got up on my elbows to look down at what was happening. I saw a wet spot below my pussy, and in addition to the wet spot, I saw a bit of blood. It was fun to see the results of my popped cherry, right there on the bedspread, evidence for my husband that I was truly a virgin and waited for him. But, unexpectedly to me, my husband's cum was oozing out of my pussy. I watched with curiosity as the cum slowly leaked out. The warm goo trickled, down over my anus, and dripped onto the bedspread. Before tonight, I didn't know that the sperm would come out. I knew all about the sperm going in. I guess I thought it just stayed in there, and all traveled upstream. But now I saw that some was spilling out. It tickled just a bit. I enjoyed the feeling of my man's juices flowing down over my skin.

I leaned back and thought about how new all of this was to me. I'd asked people I knew and trusted all about sex, but they never mentioned the semen spilling out, for example, or the importance of taking off the wedding dress as quickly as possible.

I was lying there, wrapped in my own thoughts, when suddenly I was snapped back into the present. My husband's hand was rubbing my pussy, petting it affectionately. I smiled, and placed my hand over his.

"Your pussy is amazing," he said. "I'm going to spend a lot of time in there."

"Good," I replied. "I hope you do."

"You were worth the wait," he said.

"So were you," I replied. "So were you."



The Wedding Night: The Morning After



Kate awoke.  At least, her head did.  Even before she had opened her eyes, she was completely aware of the soft body in her arms, the smooth silky back pressed against her breasts, the delicious butt pressed into her belly and the soft pliable breast cupped in her hand.  And the smell.  A heady combination of sex and Sara's perfume.  The two aromas that Kate always associated with Sara; the ones that always had her inhaling deeply, wanting more.  

Very slowly she opened her eyes, and was greeted by the sight of Sara's red mane, her smooth, creamy shoulders.  Smiling softly, not wanting Sara to awaken yet, Kate moved her face slightly to bury her nose into the hair, inhaling gently; yet another scent to tantalise her senses, the strawberry shampoo she always used.

With a soft sigh Kate settled back into the warmth of the bed, moving herself closer to the body of the woman who had come to mean so much to her.   Everything to her.  As she moved, she became aware of the slight tenderness in her backside, the tingling in her pussy, the slight increase in her heart rate, and the memories of all that had passed in an incredible night of loving, of experiences, sensations and almost overwhelming pleasure.  Despite all that, she realised she was still aroused; that she wanted, very much to simply turn the soft body in her arms, and make love to her, touch her, kiss her.  She also became suddenly aware of a need to use the bathroom.  Making a compromise to both needs, she gently moved closer, lifted herself on her elbow and gently kissed along Sara's shoulder, moving her hair to one side, so she could kiss Sara's long, enticing neck.  

Sara moved her head slightly at the touch, murmuring softly.  Kate smiled into Sara's hair, whispering. "Good morning, darling." and kissed her neck again.  This time Sara sighed and slowly stretched her body, like a languorous cat, and turned on to her back, her eyes opening slowly.  The smile that covered her face as she became aware of Kate looking down at her was enough to melt Kate's heart; so full of delight, so full of love.  Sara groaned softly, reaching for Kate, pulling her into her arms, kissing her softly, gently.  As their lips parted, both smiled, their eyes lingering on the other.  Kate became aware of her now urgent need to use the bathroom, and reluctantly disentangled herself from Sara's arms, whispering softly as she left the bed, "I'm going to take a shower love, then we can go and have breakfast before going home."

In the shower Kate allowed her mind to drift back over the events of last night, their incredible lovemaking, the way Sara had lovingly introduced her to new experiences, new ways of loving.  She had taken her to new heights of pleasure.  As she remembered in her head, her body followed, began to tingle and pulse with the memories.  Suddenly, she wanted to be close to Sara again, enfolded in her arms, skin against skin.  She had only reserved the room for one night, and they had to check out very soon.  Kate wanted to get them both home.  Soon.  She wanted to make love to Sara, very very much.  

The yearning, the desire propelled her out of the shower, quickly drying herself, calling to Sara, "I'm done, love, the shower's all yours."

Getting no response, she went back to the bedroom, and saw that Sara had turned over and snuggled back under the covers.  Kate was about to gently shake her awake, when her eye caught sight of their toy bag, and she remembered one item that had not been used last night.  Walking quietly around the bed, she bent and retrieved the item, and with a huge grin on her face, approached the bed, on the side where Sara's face was towards her, and began to speak.

"Are you not up yet?  Such a lazy girl.  I wonder if I can think of a quick way to get you out of bed?  .How about the word...she paused before speaking again....... 'feather' ?  Would that do it."  As Kate spoke the word, she gently tickled the feather on Sara's face, laughing delightedly at her scream, and the way she jumped up out of bed.    

"There you go, that wasn't so difficult was it?" laughed Kate, as Sara backed away from her towards the bathroom.

"Kate!  You behave!" Sara warned, her arms outstretched for protection.

"But I am darling, I'm behaving badly", Kate replied, rushing around the bed, towards Sara as she turned, shrieking with laughter to take refuge in the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.  Leaning against the door, trying not to laugh, Kate quietly whispered, "I can wait darling, I'll be here when you come out."

Testing the door gently, Kate could feel Sara's weight pressing against it, trying to prevent Kate from pushing it open.  

Sara's voice, bubbling with laughter, echoed from the other side of the door.  "You know, you are wicked. You know that, right?"  Kate could hear Sara laughing even as she began to lose her footing on the slippery bathroom floor, still wet from Kate's shower.

"Are you OK in there darling?" Kate asked.  "Wouldn't you like some company?" 

Kate gently leaned her weight against the door and felt it begin to move inwards, smiling happily at the sound of Sara's joyful laughter and frantic squealing.  "Behave Kate, BEHAVE!".  

Suddenly the door fell open, and Kate fell inwards, straight into Sara's arms.  She was laughing so much she could hardly stand up, but tried to take the feather from Kate's hand.  

"Oh no you don't," murmured Kate, lifting it above her head laughing softly as Sara tried to reach it, watching her beautiful body jiggling in her efforts, suddenly focussing Kate's desire for her.  Kate felt Sara's arms reach around her, at the same time as her own encircled Sara.  Looking down at Sara's beautiful body, Kate could feel her desire rising, and fiercely pulled Sara against her, capturing her lips with her own, thrusting her tongue in to scour the inside of Sara's mouth, moaning, hearing an answering moan from Sara.  Kate watched as Sara's eyes closed, and took the opportunity to lower her arm to gently brush the feather down Sara's back and into the crevice between her cheeks.  Sara reacted as if being hit with an electric charge, her body went rigid, and a strangled cry reverberated against Kate's mouth.  

Sara pulled her mouth from Kate's, wrenched herself from Kate's arm, and backed away from her, shaking your head, "Noooooo, love, nooooooooooo" laughing again.

Her desire for Sara now fully aroused, Kate silently promised herself that they would not leave the room until ................... well, until.  She closed the door to muffle the noises she knew Sara would soon be making, and turned to her.  Sara had stopped laughing, and was now backed up against the mirror, watching Kate.  Even now Kate could see the hunger in Sara's eyes, the want, mirroring her own.  

Kate walked slowly towards Sara, waving the feather from side to side in front of her.  Sara watched it, almost mesmerised, shaking her head, muttering quietly, "No, please."  

"You mean, 'Yes.  Yes please', my love." whispered Kate.

Standing in front of Sara, Kate held out her hand for her to take it; she did so and looking deep into Kate's eyes, pulled herself into Kate's arms and felt them close softly around her. 

Their mouths joined, melded, as if magnetised; lips parted, tongues softly thrusting, stroking, causing both to murmur in delight into each other's mouths.  Tentatively, Kate lowered one hand, and lightly stroked the feather on the back of Sara's legs, concentrating on the sensitive area at the back of her knees.  Once again, her reaction was immediate, as she thrust her body against Kate, moaned long and deep into Kate's mouth, but, more importantly, made no effort to escape.  

Yes!  

Kate continued to kiss Sara deeply, holding her tightly, breast to breast, with her other arm.  Kate felt Sara's arms tighten around her, 'holding on', rather than 'holding to'.  Kate continued to caress Sara's legs with the feather, and as she moved it higher towards Sara's delicious bottom, Kate was delighted to feel Sara's legs begin to move apart, inviting the tip of the feather to enter her heaven.  "Oh no, my sweet," thought Kate, "not yet, that's the finale."

Kate heard Sara moan as she pulled her mouth from Sara's; while Kate lifted the feather to Sara's back and sides, she bent her head to kiss and suck Sara's already hard nipples.  "Oh god, Kate!" moaned Sara, and Kate felt the shudders begin to ripple through Sara's body.  Her hands were on Kate's shoulders, Kate's head, holding her tightly against her breast, urging it deeper into Kate's mouth.

Kate moved her mouth to Sara's other breast, and continued to stroke the feather up and down Sara's back, sides, buttocks, legs, delighting in Sara's moaning as it became louder and louder, and in the trembling shaking Sara's body.

Kate lifted her head and using her free arm, quickly turned Sara around to face the mirror. 

"Open your eyes my love, I want you to watch, to see how beautiful you are."

Slowly, with difficulty Sara opened her eyes, and Kate watched them widen at the sight of herself.  Sara's body, fully roused; turgid, hard nipples; eyes hooded with desire; heated cheeks; inflamed lips, swollen and reddened from kissing, her mouth open and breathing in short gasps.  And standing behind her she saw Kate, her mouth caressing, sucking Sara's neck and shoulders, one hand around her squeezing and fondling her breasts.  Hands that moved down to Sara's stomach, inching slowly lower.  As Sara's eyes alighted on the feather, they widened in ....... not fear, definitely not fear, but anticipation.  

Kate's caressing with the feather began at Sara's ankles, and slowly worked up her legs.  Sara's breathing became gasps, as the caresses combined with Kate's kisses and squeezing of her nipples and stomach, to produce waves of almost overwhelming sensation and stimulation.  

The feather rose higher, as Kate's free hand dipped lower.  Kate murmured against Sara's neck, "Open your legs for me, darling girl," and Sara obeyed.  As Kate's fingers reached Sara's hard, swollen button, the tip of the feather finished its journey to the top of  Sara's legs, just brushing her lips.  

Sara's intake of breath almost lifted her out of Kate's arms, but she held the panting girl to her. "Patience darling, patience, we're almost there."  whispered Kate, as she trembled herself in her desire for Sara, her desire to bring her pleasure.

Kate lifted the feather and began to stroke it over Sara's stomach, her sides, and up to her breasts, as her hand continued to dip lower, and slid between Sara's wet lips.  

Kate gasped, almost overcome by the softness, the silkiness, the incredible wetness, as her fingers slid easily, deeply into their waiting home, and felt her own wetness increase, along with the thrumming ache between her own legs.   

"Kate, please.' begged Sara, moaning in her need to come.  Sara's breathing was now so shallow, Kate was afraid that she would faint.  Her legs trembled so much Kate was having trouble holding her upright.  She moved the feather back to Sara's centre, dragging it over her lips and removed her fingers, allowing the feather to brush across Sara's clit.  

Kate was not sure of the sound Sara made, but it didn't sound human.  She dropped the feather, turned Kate around, holding her tightly with one arm, and quickly but gently thrust 3 fingers into Sara's wet, wet depths, her thumb finding and pressing on Sara's clit, and at the same time, bent her head and sucked a nipple into her mouth, lashing it with her tongue.

As Kate continued to thrust deeper and deeper, she felt the familiar tightness of Sara's body, heard the strangled cry begin in her throat as Sara's head fell back, and suddenly the scream that Kate loved to hear escaped from Sara's throat.  She felt Sara's muscles tighten on her fingers, and the release of her sweet wetness on her hand,.  

"Kate, oh god, Kate!!"

As Sara's cry died away, and her body slumped, Kate softly pressed her mouth to Sara's, felt the warm tears of  mutual joy on her face and her lover's.  

Kate moved her arms and lifted Sara, carrying her from the bathroom to the bedroom, laying her on the bed, and climbed in beside her, pulling the covers over them both.  Kate held Sara's face, now covered with a thin sheen of sweat, as was the rest of her body, and gently brushed her hair from her face, watching with concern as Sara's eyes slowly opened.  

"Sara, my love?  Did I go too far?"   

The tired smile that covered Sara's face, reassured her.  

"No my love, that was ................"....she  paused to think of the right word.  " Unbelievable."

Gently, softly, Sara kissed Kate's now smiling lips, and whispered against them, "but now it's your turn."