6 comments/ 8234 views/ 2 favorites Chasing After Katja By: geesteve11 I met Katja when I was in my junior year of college at Stanford University. I'd been fortunate enough to receive a full scholarship due to my decent athletic prowess. But more than that, I wanted a quality education. So I buckled down and was more than half way through my computer science degree. I was working on my own project in the library when Katja bumped into me. She was a lovely statuesque beauty. Her auburn hair was in a tight pony tail. She was wearing a very tight pair of jeans that showed off her goddess like long legs, and tight full ass. Her flowy shirt exposed just a bit of her sexy tummy and belly button piercing. It was like I was staring at the incarnation of Aphrodite herself. I wanted to worship her body and pay tribute to the flowing of the gods. I stammer out a hello as she apologized for bumping into my chair. "Please forgive." She said in a faint accent. "I am very sorry." "It's perfectly alright." I respond. I stare at the gorgeous beauty next to me. Soft porcelain skin, bright green eyes, full lips. I notice no ring on her finger, and my fantasies begin to spin. "Are you looking for a place to sit?" I ask. "You can share my table with me if you'd like." The library is fairly crowded, so she would have a hard time finding a table otherwise. She flushes, unexpectedly. "No, I should not. Please, thank you. But I will find another." I stand up, my six foot two frame easily towering over her. I would imagine she's somewhere around five foot six. I reach over and pull the chair next to me out, inclining my head towards it. "Please. I promise you won't bother me. Why don't you sit here, the library is pretty full so you'll have a hard time finding a seat." "Thanks." She says sheepishly, and takes the seat. I sit back down in mine and resume my studies. My eyes focus on my work, but my mind is still thinking of the gorgeous stranger with the sexy accent next to me. I notice out of the corner of my eye that she had brought her study materials. Books on finance and accounting liter the area of the desk next to mine. I sigh and put my books down. "I'm sorry." I say, inclining my head to her. "I'd hate to bother you, but my name is Jason. May I ask what yours' is?" She frowns. "I am Katja." The shortness of her response doesn't discourage me. I can't help but stare at the gorgeous woman next to me. I won't let her leave without her number at least. "It's a wonderful pleasure to meet you Katja. Can I buy you a cup of coffee?" I'm trying to be subtle, but I'm having a hard time. "No sorry. I must go." She says, and hops up. I sigh. I can't let her run away from me. I go back to my work, and then begin to plan. I begin to ask around campus over time and gather some information on the object of my affections. Katja is from Belarus. She moved to the US just this year to attend Stanford. Apparently from what I've been told, she's the daughter of a former nuclear scientist and Miss Belarus. That explains the brains and the beauty. But I have to have her. I spend months looking for her, but every time I catch a glimpse of her, she runs away. I try not to stalk, but I can't help it. I'm too obsessed with the curvy auburn haired beauty. So I stage a plan. I managed to convince one of her friends to set us up on a "blind" date. It took a lot of convincing and bribery, but I finally got it set up. I was late to the restaurant on purpose. I knew from months of chasing after Katja that she would run if she saw me first. So I waited until she was seated, then I made my appearance. My dark brown hair was well kept, my face shaved, and my piercing blue eyes focused on my prize. I approached from behind so she wouldn't see me first, and I quickly slid into the chair across from her and grabbed the menu. "So what's good here?" I ask casually, looking at how beautiful Katja looked in her form fitting black dress. It totally accentuated her wonderful body. She wasn't the tiny figure of modern women. But more of a classic beauty. Wide hips, a full stomach, large chest. There was no way she was any smaller than a size 8, but that just made her more beautiful. Shock crossed her face when she saw me. "You?!!" She accused, grabbing her purse. "You set this up didn't you. I thought you'd realize that I was avoiding you on purpose." But she didn't get up. While her face was scowling at me, her eyes were open, readable. So I would take advantage of my opportunity. "Please, just have dinner with me. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since we met. All I want is a chance. I promise that if you absolutely hate me after tonight, I will leave you alone. Just give me a chance." She sighed. Putting her purse back down, she looked at me and her face softened. "One date, but you're paying for whatever I want and after that we're going back to my place. Then we'll see how you feel about me." Whoa. I wasn't even thinking sex on the first date. I wouldn't mention it anymore unless she did. So we had dinner. She was only 20, so she couldn't have any wine. I ordered a nice bottle of sparkling water instead. She slowly relaxed and told me about her childhood. Her parents were clearly the most important people in her life. I began to admire them myself as the night wore on. The more she talked, the more I became infatuated with her. She was beautiful, smart, charming, loving, and most of all she seemed to enjoy my company as much as I enjoyed hers. After dinner and dessert, I leaned back in my chair and gazed at her. "So why have you been avoiding me? Did I do something wrong or something to offend you?" She sighed and looked off into space while she took a drink of water. "No, you did nothing wrong. In fact you were charming and I find your pursuit of me very flattering. But you won't want me when you know the full truth. Which it's time for you to learn. So take me back to my dorm room. It's time for you to know what you're getting into." I shrugged and got up. She followed me to my car, and let me open the door for her. In the car she asked more questions about me, a subject we'd covered very little. She was surprised to learn that I was the youngest of eight children. I shrugged. "I'm from Kansas. It's fairly common out there." She laughed and pointed me towards her dorm. Arriving, she guided me to her room and then made me go sit on her bed. "Now. Let's see what kind of man you are. I'm about to show you a very private secret. Something only my parents are truly aware of. After you know what it is, you cannot tell anyone. If you react well, then we can discuss us. Otherwise, I never want to see you again." I took of my tie and waited, unsure of what I was going to be revealed. She groaned, and then pulled up her dress. At first I didn't understand what was going on. Typically women pull off their dresses for sex, but she just pulled hers up to her stomach. After that, she dropped her tight lace panties. At first the darkness of the room kept me from understanding, but then I realized what I was looking at. Where her panties had been was a cock. Not a tiny one, nor an exceptionally large one. But a decent sized on. It wasn't fake either. It was the full package, cock and balls. But then I realized something else. She had a pussy bellow her balls. I've never been gay or even bi. So the cock at first was a massive turn off. But I shook myself out of the trance and decided to get some more information before I made a decision. "So. I've heard of hermaphrodites before. Is that what you are?" I ask, trying to be objective. She sighed and laid on the bed next to me, her dress still pulled up. "Not exactly. You see I am something different. One of a kind really. My father is a nuclear scientist, and when testing out an experiment, he accidentally exposed my pregnant mother to a high dose of radiation. It transformed me in the womb into what I am. I'm not like anyone else in that I'm a woman in every single way. I can give birth, give milk, my breasts are natural. I just have this cock in addition. It's strange. But that's why I avoided you. I like you very much, and I was worried you won't really want to be with me because of my penis." I looked at her genitals. Both were perfect specimens. Her pussy was actually oozing. It looked like she was aroused. Her cock on the other hand was tiny and shriveled. I looked into her eyes. "Let me ask you this. Are you attracted to me?" She sighed. "Very much so. My vagina is aching for you right now. My nipples are so hard. I've wanted you since the first time you chased after me. " "But your cock isn't." I observed. She looked down. "No. I can't explain it. But I have no desire to use that on you. Thank god. It makes me feel more normal. I don't want you to think I want to fuck you up the ass. I find that disgusting." I sigh. "So do you find girls attractive?" She rolled her eyes. "Of course you ask that. And yes. I do. But I've never been attracted to anyone so much in my life before. I want to ride you so badly. You have to let me know what you think about me." I paused and looked at my shoes. On one hand, she's everything I've ever wanted. On the other, I can't help but find her cock strange. But she doesn't get aroused there, at least for me. So that makes the idea more bearable. Hum. Thinking about it, I can't imagine leaving her. I want her too much. So I decide to take a leap. "Katja, let me make love to you." I proclaim, and grab her. My mind drifts off as the passion of our kiss takes over. I think I love this woman, and I will do whatever it takes to make her happy. ***** Thanks for reading. Please leave a comment for what you liked or didn't like. If you notice bad proofreading, let me know. But please don't nitpick. Thank you. Author's note: This is the first part in a many part story. I will publish more as I come up with them. Feel free to leave suggestions or requests for future stories if you have any. Thanks. Chasing After Katja Ch. 02 Author's notes: Thanks for reading to anyone who's reading this. Especially those of you who read the first part, which was really not much more than an introduction to the plot. I'm going to keep expanding and bringing more ideas and revelations as the plot goes one. But let me say a couple of things first. Firstly, Jason is straight and won't be having sex with any men or be taking Katja's cock at all. So don't even bother me by asking for it or suggesting it. Second, I am open to most other suggestions minus the following: gore, vore, cuckolding, and similar type plot items. I'd like to keep this as a basic erotic fiction with the addition of the female cock. Finally, feedback is really much appreciated. Tell me what you liked or didn't like, or just say something about what you thought about the story. A writer is only as good as what their readers think. So I really would like some understanding of how other people view this story. With that being said, here is the next installment in what will undoubtedly be a series. I hope you all enjoy. Thanks, G. Stevens. ***************************** As we kissed, the resistance in my brain began to waiver. As weird as it was, I wasn't as bothered by this idea as I should probably be. I'm about to make love to a beautiful woman who just happens to have a cock. This is arguably the weirdest thing any man will ever do. Especially a straight one who doesn't care about any cock but his own. "Take off the rest of your dress." I demand as I start unbuttoning my shirt. She moans and pulls the dress of completely. She quickly undoes her strapless bra and lets her massive natural breasts fall free. I have no idea how big they really are, but I can say for sure that they're at least a g cup. I stare at her curvaceous bosom body as she lays on the bed. I can feel my own cock hardening in my pants as I work to take them off. I doubt there could possibly be a more beautiful woman. Her auburn hair flows all the way down her back. Her green eyes catch the light and draw me in. The her alabaster skin looks smooth to the touch. The fullness of her breasts is wonderful, I begin to imagine burying my head in them. Her nipples point towards me, and I lick my lips savoring the taste. Katja's body is wonderfully curvy, her hips are wide and her ass is wider. Her legs reach longer than would seem normal. Her she cock dangles limp just below her waist. It's clearly flaccid, and I would imagine no bigger than an inch or two in this condition. But what I'm interested in is the tight little slit of a pussy that sits just below her balls. My mouth begins to water looking at the tight opening I plan to soon be inside of. "Are you sure you're ready fo-" she starts to complain, but before she can finish I tackle her and lock my lips to hers. My hands trace her body as hers remove my underwear. Exposing my cock. She looks down to see what I'm working with, and then gasps. "How big are you?" She asks, her mouth hanging open. I can see the shock in her eyes, but there is lust in there as well. She bites her lip looking at my proud manhood. I look down and shrug. "I'm not really sure. I've never measured." Her lusty look captivates me. "Remind me to measure that in the morning. That looks massive. Oh you're staying the night by the way. "She proclaims, hands reaching for my cock. A moan escapes my mouth as her small hand grasps the root of my cock. "Wow, your hand really knows what it's doing. I don't think I could give myself a better hand job." She shrugs. "I'm really use to doing it." Then she studies my face wearily. I laugh. "I'm sure you do. But I think my cock is what you really want." I say as my left hand goes for her pussy. Maneuvering around her balls, I begin to push my index finger inside of her pussy. I'm amazed by how tight it is, but given her concern for my reaction it's doubtful she's had many if any cocks inside of her. My thumb instinctively rubs up, and I'm surprised to find she has a clit as well. She moans and her body shakes with pleasure. The lust dominates her face as her hand intensifies rubbing my cock. Her long smooth legs wrap around me and moans. "I don't know how much more I can take of this." She proclaims through moans. "I need to be on top of you. I need to have your cock inside of me. Please please. " I smile and nod. "I'm all yours baby." A bright look enters her eyes and she bites her lip and moans. "Don't say stuff like that. It turns me on too much. I have to have you inside me me. Now and forever." She let's go of me with her legs, but then shoves me down on the bed. Katja wastes no time mounting me, she kneels over top of me, guides my cock and then slides down it. "OOOOHHHHH!!!!!! FUCK!!!!! FUCKING FUCK FUCK!!!!" She screams. My cock is having a hard time entering her absurdly tight pussy. At first only the tip enters her. She slides up and down until more and more of my cock enters her. "I don't think I can take all of it right now." She screams as she rides me. "My pussy is super tight and you're super hung. You're going to have to fuck me a lot to stretch me out enough to take all of it." I lay back and grab her firm ass. "Then I'll do just that my lady." I say, thrusting into her lightly. "OOOOOHHHH!!!!! You mean it!!! You'll keep fucking me!!!" Katja moans as thrust into her. She grabs her tits and massages them while we fuck. "Of course. I've chased after you for months, you're mine now. And not just sexual, but emotionally and romantically as well. "I try to stay calm, but the sheer tightness of her pussy forces me to use almost all of my concentration to keep from cumming. But I want almost nothing more than to full her pussy with cum. I can't take it much more. I need her closer. So I grab Katja around the waist and pull her up. She instinctively wraps her legs around me as I hold her up. "Wow!" She moans and wraps her legs tighter around me. "You're really strong. Come on baby, fuck me. I've dreamt of this cock for months. I'm not letting you out of my pussy just yet. " "Of course my dear. Swallow my cock with your pussy. "I growl as I thrust deeper and deeper into her super tight puss. The fucking continues for another ten or so minutes. I couldn't take any more at that point. "Have you cum baby?" I ask, slowing my fucking. She laughs. "Like three times. You haven't noticed?" she asks, still moaning. I look into her eyes and focus. "I hadn't actually, your pussy just feels too good. And those lovely breasts rubbing against me are too sexy." "I can't help it. Your cock is so massive. I'm surprised I've only come three times." "Ah. Okay. So unless you want me to cum inside of you, I should pull out." I casually mention, while using all my focus to keep my cock from exploding inside of her. She shakes her head and lets me set her down. "That would be a bad idea. I'm very fertile, and I don't think I want a baby yet. Why don't you finish in my mouth?" That was too tempting of an offer to resist. I set her down, and she dropped straight to her knees and opened her beautiful mouth wide for me. Rubbing my cock while looking into her eyes, it didn't take me long. I shoved the tip into her mouth and shot my entire load of cum down her throat. It took a minute for it to stop shooting out of my mouth, but soon the pulsing subsided. I sighed and pulled out. What was shocking was that she swallowed it all hungrily, like she enjoyed the taste. When finished, she gave me a sexy wink and licked her lips. "Wow." I've never actually done that, but it's always looked sexy. I can't believe it tasted so good. I guess it's because I'm so aroused by you. "She said. Then she sighed and laid her naked body on the bed. I laid next to her and wrapped my arms around her ample body. She sighed and snuggled against me. "Finally." I proclaimed, laughing to myself. "Finally." She agreed. "I never thought sex could be that good. I'm glad I finally experienced it for real." I didn't notice what she said at first, but then it dawned on me. "Wait, you're a virgin?" I ask. Shock crossing my face. Katja looked at me with a strange expression. "No. Not anymore. But before tonight, yes. I've had a vibrator in my vagina, but that was it. You're the only guy I've ever felt comfortable enough with. " I sit there for a moment and ponder over what she said. Then a bright smile crosses my face as I realize how lucky I am. "I'm glad it was me." "Me too." she responds, as we begin to drift to sleep. The next day: I wake up sometime in the morning in Katja's full bed. A flash of the day's events comes running back to me. I spread my arms out, reaching for Katja, but I come up with nothing. "Katja?" I call, beginning to sit up. "Good morning lover." a voice calls. I look around and realize she's sitting at her desk wearing a rob. It's open so that her breasts are practically bursting out, but everything else is covered. "Good morning to you too baby." I say, stretching out. She looks my naked body over and bites her lip. I'm not sure why, until I realize that I'm still naked and my cock is hanging out of the blanket. Katja walks over and lays next to me, her body pressed tight against mine. Her eyes roam across my flesh as mine roam over hers. Though, she seems to be paying particular attention to my cock. "May I?" She asks, her hand resting on my thigh. I laugh and grab her hand to place it on my cock. "Of course my lovely Katja. It's your's whenever you want it." We don't say anything to each other. I kiss the nape of her neck while massaging her breasts with my hands. She rubs my cock. I can feel it growing from its small flaccid state to the proud erect display that she incites in me. Once she has my cock to full hardness, she gets up and goes in search of something. "What are you doing?" I complain, not wanting to forgo my contact with her. "I'm getting my measuring tape from my sewing kit." I hear her call from the closet. "Why?" "Because I want to see how big you are when you're hard." she yells. "Ouch! Stupid sewing needles." She returns a moment later with the measuring tape in hand and first measures my length. Shock crosses her eyes, before she moves on to my girth. When she's done, she doesn't say anything. But her hands are back to stroking my cock in earnest. "So......?" I ask. Curious, but also not. Her handjob is getting me in the mood to fuck again. She doesn't respond, but her mouth looks like it's drooling almost. Without a response, she goes down on me and begins to suck at my cock like a vacuum cleaner. Her mouth is almost as good as her pussy, and with the combination of her continued stroking while she sucks, it feels incredible. "Oh!!! FUCK!!" I can't help but say as she devours my cock. I let her swallow my cock down for a few minutes before I can't take it much more. "Can we fuck please? I'm dying to get back inside that incredibly tight puss of yours." I beg, groaning from the intensity of her blowjob. She shakes her head and pulls my cock out with a popping sound. "Uh uh. Not now. Later. My pussy is really sore from what you did to me last night. I'll be fine for tonight, but for now I just want to do something nice for you. So just sit back, relax, and let me know when you're cumming so that I can taste every drop." "Okkkaay!!!" I managed to moan when she returns to her sucking with renewed vigor. I've been with, including Katja, three women. The first was my high school girlfriend Jennifer who demanded I fuck her on prom night. Then she moved to Michigan to attend college and didn't bother trying to keep up a relationship. The second was a drunken tryst with a girl name Amber who I met at a party during my freshmen year. She had just broken up with her boyfriend, and probably would've fucked anything. I just happened to be amiable to the idea. The third was six months ago with my then girlfriend Erica. She and I had first met when I put up a posting looking for a partner for a side programming project. A project that I'm still working on, and I hope makes me a ton of cash one day. Erica just happened to respond. As we began to work together, we grew close. Eventually becoming friends, then later lovers. For a time I thought that she and I might fall in love. But before that possibility could ever transpire, she left to move back home to Indiana to take care of her mother, who had recently been diagnosed with cancer. At first I was heartbroken. But over time, I began to move on and focus on my work. Over time, I realized that despite how much I cared about Erica, we were probably destined to break up in the end. So I resolved myself to the fact that I hadn't been missing anything thus far. But now, something about Katja makes my blood boil. Not only does she give the best blowjob that any man could possibly ask for; but she is also captivating. The more I think about her, the less I care about her penis. It's not her fault she was born with it. What's more, so long as I'm never on the receiving end of it, then we're okay. Thinking about her beauty begins to push me over the edge. I know that I'm about to cum once again. "I'm almost there!" I growl to her. She sucks down hard, sucking my cock with all her might while her hands stroke me faster and faster. I break a moment later, and release the expression of my desire into her hungry mouth. She swallows every drop with glee. When she's finished, she lays back and smiles. For minutes we sit there without saying anything. Just satisfied to hold one another. I don't say anything because I don't want to ruin the moment. Eventually my stomach starts rumbling. I look around for a clock, and see the one on her nightstand. "Oh wow, it's already 8:30?" I mention. That explains my hunger. "Care to go get breakfast?" I ask. "Sure. Although breakfast in the US is different than what I am use to." She says, hoping up to go put on some cloths. I don't have anything with me but my clothes from last night. So I put the slacks and shirt back on, but forgo the tie. She returns a moment later wearing yoga pants that show off her gorgeous legs and ass. She's also wearing a crop top that exposes her belly button piercing. The outfit isn't that surprising considering lots of women I know wear similar things when going out. But she makes other people look ridiculous. She's applied make up, dangling earrings and very high heels. "Ugh." I groan. "Why do you have to dress so sexy to go to breakfast. " She gives me a flirty smile. "I like to look very feminine and sexy. It makes me feel more like a woman. My penis has always made me really self-conscious. So it's a personal thing. That, and I really like showing off for you. You make me wet just by looking at me." I laugh, and we go to my car. While driving, I finally ask her what's been on my mind for the past few minutes. "So are you ever going to tell me how big my cock actually is?" I casually ask, but I'm quite curious. She laughs. "is that all you men ever think about? Your cocks? I guess I shouldn't give you a hard time. I have the same problem from time to time." "Yeah. It's tough. Anyway, tell me what you measured." She pauses for a second. "You're huge. Massive even. In your measuring units, it's just slightly over ten inches long. And it's over seven and a half inches thick. I didn't realize penises even got this big." "How big are you?" I casually ask. I am curious given how much I care about her. The fact that she has a penis isn't a big deal, but I do want to know about her. She grimaces and bites her lip in frustration. "Why did you have to ask?" I smile and her and grab her hand. "Don't worry about it. It doesn't bother me. Even if you're bigger than me." She throws her head back and laughs exuberantly. "No, I am much smaller than you. Only eight of your inches. Roughly six inches around. I always thought I had a big penis, but yours puts mine to shame." "Well that's a relief." I chuckle to myself. I wasn't really concerned, but I was at least to some degree. "Men." she grumbles. I laugh. "So how's your latkh?" I ask after chewing a bite of hash brown. "It's good." She mentions after finishing her bit. "It's similar to something we have in Belarus. I'm glad to recommend it." We were both almost finished with our respective breakfasts. I took a sip of coffee and then looked back at her. "So how would you respond if I said I don't want to leave you today?" I ask casually, but there is passion slipping through my speech. Katja reaches across the table and grabs my hand. "I would agree." She simply says. "Okay then." I manage, then lean across the table to kiss her. One year later: The romance between Katja blossomed more beautifully than a field of roses. We spent every minute of time together whenever we could. Slowly, our relationship progressed to where I couldn't imagine living without her. One night, I couldn't hold back any more. I confessed my undying love and affection to her, and in return she did the same for me. That night we made love unlike ever before. While our sex life was always passionate and erotic, this was a bit different. This time romance had been intertwined with our usual passion, making each touch and kiss that much more serene. I couldn't remember a time before it started. It struck me that we had always been making love, and in that moment I knew. She was forever the holder of my heart. We moved in together shortly after. It was more convenient, instead of choosing which dorm room to reside in. I was nearing completion of my software, and already the beta stage was attracting potential buyers. She was taking extra classes to finish her finance degree. I'm due to graduate next month, she'll be done in the fall. Sitting in one of my last classes, ignoring the dull drone of the instructor, I can't help but dream about my lovely Katja. In my shirt pocket is a ring. One that I procured weeks ago. I skipped a class to go buy it, because that was the only time I could be away from her without her knowing what I was up to. I'd hidden the ring in an old calculator so there was no chance of her finding it. But I often took it with me. Tonight I planned proposing. Then ideally, we'd get married in the next spring once we're both graduated. After that, who knows what the world has in store for us. "So this is unexpected." Katja mentions as she takes a sip of sparkling water. "Why did you want to go out tonight?" I don't respond right away. I just gaze at her. She's wearing a tight red dress that shows off her full figure and ample curves. The neckline reveals a hint of cleavage, and dress is backless. The sheer effect of her beauty has be shocked and taken back. How could any creature be more perfect or beautiful than she is? "I just wanted to do something nice for you." I mention. I've been practicing this moment in my head for weeks. So there is no nervousness or trepidation in my voice. I don't know if she suspects anything, but she definitely won't pick up based on my behavior. "Hummm...." She says, taking another sip of water. Then she makes a face, I know why. I had the waiter slip the ring into her glass earlier. So she's just discovered it. She grabs her napkin and gently spits the ring out. Shock and awe cross her face. She just stares at the ring with wide eyes, not realizing that I'm sliding out of my chair and to my knees next to her. "Katja my love." I say, she sharply turns her head towards me, a million emotions flashing across her face. "Will you marry me and be my lover forever?" Chasing After Katja Ch. 02 "Are you sure?" She whispers to me. "You know my condition, are you sure you can deal with that forever?" I've had a year to make this decision. I've thought about it time and time again. I've considered if I am really willing to be with her forever despite her penis. But I don't know how that could bother me. In the end, my love for her will override whatever other concerns that I have. "I'm sure." I proudly proclaim. I've thought of little but her for a year. I won't take anything less. "I want you forever. No matter what." She doesn't say anything. She just takes the ring and slips it on her finger. "So how are you enjoying the wedding my previous Katja?" I ask as we sway back and forth. "How could I not? You paid for the best wedding ever. It's everything I've ever wanted." She murmurs as she lays her head on my shoulder. My software took off after graduation. I sold the rights to quite a few major firms, and I've suddenly become a multi-millionaire overnight. That gave me the money I needed to give Katja everything I ever wanted to give her. I paid for just the wedding she wanted. Which wasn't that big. She was more concerned about her family members coming. Her father was a university professor, so Katja's parents had the money to travel to California, but many of her other family members didn't. So I paid for all of them. Her father tried to pay but I refused to let him. So Katja's parents, many of her relatives all traveled to Cali for our wondrous wedding. My parents and many of my relatives came as well. In total our wedding was around a hundred people, composed largely relatives and a few select friends. Every eye in the room followed Katja wherever she went. Her lacy white dress with the plunging neckline and lace sleeves was a glorious tribute to the majesty of her body. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. They were practically glued to her figure, worshiping her flesh. "So are you ready to get out of here?" I ask, pulling her tight against me. She gives me a wink, then leans in and whispers in my ear. "We do have to consummate this after all." Katja says in a sensual tone. With that little encouragement, I whisk her off to the car and to the hotel room. We have a flight to catch in the morning to go on our honeymoon, but I'm not about to be in a plane all night. I'm tired after having to practice my Belarussian and great all of Katja's many relatives. Tonight, I just want to be with her. When we get to the room, she points me to the bed. "Order some champagne. I'm going to go change out of this dress and into something else. You're going to have to be patient." then she's off. I take my jacket off and order the champagne. It arrive a moment later. So I leave it in the ice bucket and wait for her to return. I'm staring at the ceiling when I hear Katja clear her throat. I turn towards the bathroom and see her standing there in bridal lingerie. The lacy white bra and stockings make her already soft body look even more enticing. She walks over to me wearing strappy high heels. Before I know it she's tearing my clothes off, and I don't even bother trying to stop her. In fact I'm tearing my own clothes off at the same time. I roll on top of her and our lips lock in an enchanted embrace. Our hands pull each other tighter. "Let's undo this bra." I complain. I want her breasts. "These magnificent breasts need to be in my hands." "OH! Dirty boy." She says, an unusual amount of her otherwise subdued accent slipping in. She reaches behind her back and undoes her bra, her massive mountains of overwhelmingly desirable and delectable flesh pop free. I moan just at the sight of them. Even with my exceptionally large hands, her breasts still overflow outside of my manly grip. Her nipples are rock solid and pointing right at me. It's an invitation too tempting to resist. So I bend down and take one in my mouth. As I begin to lick and suck at her one nipple, Katja moans more and more. "YES! YES! Oh, I love it when you do that to me. It's so hot. Play with my breasts while you suck on my nipple." She screams. My enthusiasm does not abate as I suck both nipples, rotating between each as to not overly stimulate one over the other. I've learned with my limited sexual experience that over stimulation can ruin sex for a woman. So it's a good idea to move on and come back. So after sucking at her nipples for a while, I begin to slowly kiss down from her breasts down her stomach. I spend a while there, kissing and licking across her full tummy, dreaming of one day putting a baby there. I've always believed that a woman's tummy is one of the sexiest parts of her body. Potentially second only to the breasts. My lips continue to linger around her belly button as I give every inch of her body the service that it so richly deserves. Finally, I begin to kiss further down. She realizes what I'm doing, and tries to complain. But I put my hand over her mouth before she can say anything. I deftly use one hand to lift her cock and balls further up. My tongue slides out if my mouth and begins to tease her pussy. She complains against my hand, but I refuse to give in. I've wanted to go down on her for a while, but it has taken me some time to resolve myself to the fact that she has a cock right there. But after careful consideration and planning, I've managed to do it. My tongue slide further and further inside of her pussy, caressing her wetness with my careful movements. The moaning soon takes over her mouth. So I pull my hand off her mouth. My free hand now roams her smooth body. Her frame is fuller than most women, so I have more to caress. It's also advantageous because she can handle my weight on top of her. "WOW!!!! I can't believe you're eating my pussy. I've wanted you to do this for so long, but I was worried you wouldn't want to since my cock is right here. But WOW!!! I can't believe I didn't let you. All I want is your tongue." Katja moans, grabbing my hair as I munch on her pussy. I begin to lick harder and faster, paying attention to the whole area. Every now and then I stop licking and nibble on her inner thigh or lick right outside her pussy. My tongue travels her beautiful majestic pussy without rest of caution. My tongue enters her and licks as if I was eating an ice cream cone. My gentle flicks on the tongue across her clit never fail to enact moans from her. I'm gentle with it, due to the fact that her clit can't take much. I eat her pussy for around ten minutes before he moaning reaches a climactic fever. "I can't take anymore." She begs. "I've already come twice. I just need that cock. Please give it to me." She pleads between moans. "Your wish, honey." I say, rising up and lining my cock up with her entrance. We both gaze at each other with a look of never ending love and lust. With that, I began to slowly push my engorged cock past her swollen pussy lips and into the depths of her warm sexual embrace. "OH FUCK YOU'RE SO HUGE!!!" Katja screams in carnal lust, throwing her head back in ecstasy. "Every time I think I get use to have massive you are, and each time you make me shake. I'm not sure you'll ever stretch me out. " "I like it this way." I mention as I begin to pull out, only to push more of my man meat back inside of her. "You feel amazing every time. Your pussy is one of the most fantastic things in the universe. I wouldn't change a single thing about it." "OOOOHHH!!!!" is all she can manage as I begin to pick up the force of my thrusts. The fullness of my cock makes it to where her pussy walls grip tightly on my shaft. I order making love to her. More than anything I could have imagined. As I fuck her, I gaze into her eyes and begin to whisper things to her. Some about my love for her and how much I adore the fact that she is my wife and now mine forever. Other whispers involve the extent of my passionate lustful cravings for her body. She doesn't respond with any real words, just moans and pleas to keep fucking her. We make love for three quarters of an hour. I lose track of the number of orgasms she experiences, but she tells me it's been four. After the fourth, the strain on my cock becomes too much to bear. I inform her that I want to cum. "Then fill my mouth baby. I want a belly full of cum!!!" She moans as I pull out. Rarely do I cum any other way, but down her throat. She doesn't want to get pregnant yet, but she doesn't want to "waste the cum" she always says. So as usual,she drops to her knees and sucks my cock until I empty my massive load into her. We haven't had sex in three days because of wedding related things, so I had a built up cum dose I needed to give her. When I'm done, she licks her lips and rubs her tummy. "Baby. You're so delicious. "Katja purrs. I lay down on the bed and she lays next to me. I pour us both some champagne and we enjoy the glasses in silence. When we've both finished our second glasses, the sleep begins to come. We both drift off, too happy to stir. When we wake up in the morning, she rushes off to the show to primp and prepare for the day. I try and convince her that we're just getting on a plane, but she won't listen. We do share a shower together, which involves lots of making out and fondling. As soon as the show is complete, she shoves me out of the bathroom so she can get ready. I can't help but shake my head and get ready myself. It takes me all of ten minutes to put on my khakis, button down and shoes. My short hair is easy to fix. So now I just have to wait for her. So I just wait and flip through tv channels. Nothing interesting is on, not even reruns. So I just flip through channels not paying attention to anything. It's over an hour and a half later when Katja finally comes out. She's wearing a pair of form fitting jeans like she was the day we met. As well as stiletto heels and a sexy crop top that accentuates her glorious breasts and lovely tummy. Her belly button has a heart piercing, and her ears have large hoop earrings. Her hair is pulled back with a broach. I doubt anything could be sexier than the way she looks today. I get up and grab her by the ass and pick her up to lock my lips with hers. She wraps her legs around me to hold herself tight to me. When we stop, she winks. "So don't we have a plane to catch?" she casually asks. I chuckle. We easily make the plane with plenty of time. We have first class seats, so we slide in and sip on mimosas while we wait for the plane to take off. "So why did you choose Vancouver?" Katja asks while we look out the plane window. "A few reasons. First, the skiing is supposed to be great. I thought the climate might remind you somewhat of home. But also for another reason, I know you don't like wearing swimsuits in public because you worry about getting hard when bikini babes walk by. That, and the spa we're booked in should be great." "You're really thoughtful." She responds and then takes a sip of mimosa. "I'm sorry I have this problem." She says embarrassed. "Don't worry about it." I say, rubbing her thigh and giving her a kiss. "I understand the problem." "Okay." Is all she says. The plane takes off shorty. It's only a couple of hours light to Vancouver. From there we grab the BMW that I rented for our trip. Katja slides into the set and waits while I load the luggage. I hope in and then rev the engine. Soon, we're moving swiftly along to the Sliverbranch Hotel and Spa. My research told me this would be a fantastic place to have a honeymoon. Katja agreed very easily once she saw what I was booking. What she doesn't know, is that I've booked us into the penthouse suite. I haven't told her because I want her to experience at least one surprise. She argued with me for the longest time, until she finally gave up. No amount of begging or cock sucking convinced me. She's surprisingly crafting when it comes to trying to get information out of me. More often than not, she'll just drop to her knees and try as hard as she can to suck the information right out of me. I generally give in. But who wouldn't? However, I've managed to successfully avoid revealing any information no matter how hard her mouth has tried to convince me to. So as we roll up to the hotel valet, she still is grumbling about the surprise. "It's good for you." I say as I hand the valet my car key. Without even blinking, a bell hop comes to grab our luggage out of the trunk. He has everything loaded on the cart and headed into the front lobby before Katja and I even have time to say anything. So I just follow him in and head for the reservation desk. Behind it sits a woman in either her late thirties or early forties, although she's aging quite well. Her dirty blonde hair is pulled back, but unlike with many women it doesn't reveal any harsh lines on her face. She's wearing faint makeup and small stud earrings. Her dark blazer and white shirt are impeccably pressed and clean. Her ample breasts are hinted at, but well hidden due to her ensemble. As we walk to the counter, the reservation lady looks over Katja and I and then focuses her eyes more on my buxom bride. "Hello there and good day." She purrs, giving Katja a thorough examination. "My name is Peta. Are we here to check in?" This is not the first time a woman has made eyes at Katja before, but it's the first time I've really noticed all the details. What's more is that Katja seems to be noticing as well. She looks at me for a moment before looking at Peta, studying the woman in return. I'll be asking her about it later. But not now, I'm ready to go to the room. "Yes." I respond. "We have a reservation under Jason and Katja Phillips." "Of course." Peta says in a silky voice. "If I can just see your ID and the credit card you used to book with us?" She doesn't even look at me, her eyes are glued to Katja, whose eyes in return are roaming over Peta, no doubt imagining what's hidden under that blazer. I pull out my passport and my amex and hand it to Peta, who's finally forced to look at something besides my goddess of a wife. Peta takes my documents and starts punching information into the computer. Her eyes widen a little "Oh. Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Phillips. It looks like you booked the penthouse suite with the full honeymoon package. I wonderful choice." Katja looks at me and mouths the word "penthouse." I just shrug and wait for the documents to sign. So I keep my hands on the desk as Peta punches in the information and then hands me the papers to sign. I look over it to make sure everything is kosher, and then sign my life away, so to speak. "Thank you Mr. Phillips." Peta says, directing her attention back at us. This time her eyes look me over, with the same level of intensity that she ogled Katja with. "So Kyle our Bell Hop will take your luggage up to the room if you'd like to follow him. Here's a map of the facilities here, and another map of sites in Vancouver." I look over the documents, while Katja continues to look over Peta, who continues to look over me. I just ignore them both and try to focus on the paperwork in front of me. I grab the key cards and the papers. "Thank you very much." I say to Peta. "Oh of course.....Mr. Phillips." She responds in a sultry voice. Then she pulls a card from her desk and hands it to me. "And if you need anything else, absolutely....any-thing, just call. Either of you." She looks back at Katja and whispers. "Anything at all." "Thank you very much." I respond. "We'll be sure to remember that." With that I whisk Katja towards the elevator. We ride in silence to the penthouse. I can tell Katja's mind is thinking about Peta, but I'm not about to say anything with Kyle the bell hop in the elevator with us. As soon as we get to the room, he walks us in and unloads our luggage. "Is there anything further that I might be able to assist you with sir?" he asks. "No. Thank you." I say, handing him fifty dollars Canadian. He smiles and then nods and heads back to his work. Katja starts unpacking, and I do the same. But the suspense is killing me. "So Peta is very hospitable?" I casually mention while hanging up shirts. "Oh thank god you mentioned it." She says, sighing. "I was worried my cock was about to burst out of my jeans when she talked. I'm so sorry about that, I just get so horny when a sexy woman like that undresses me with her eyes. Although, she looked like she wanted you just as much." "She did look like that didn't she?" I'm thinking about that and my brain starts to turn over ideas. I know how much Katja has a hard time due to her dull urges between her pussy and her cock. But as of yet, she's assured me that it won't be a problem. But now, I'm starting to think that I'm doing her a disservice. She could use something to ease her pain. "Katja, if you want you can jack off now." I mention, trying to give her what she needs. "No. I'm okay. Really, Jason. I'm fine. I love you, I'm sorry about that." She assures me. But I don't believe her. "Baby. You don't have to resist your nature because of me. Why don't you just do it? Please. I don't want you to feel like I'm depriving you." She just shakes her head and goes back to unpacking. I sigh and do the same. I don't know how I'm going to help her. But I have the makings of an idea. I just need to implement it. Maybe later tonight. In fact, I have the perfect idea. I just need the right circumstances to make sure everything goes to plan. But for now, we have a couples massage to attend. "Ready for a message?" I ask. She just nods and goes to freshen up. An hour later both of us are lying face down. I'm not usually much of one for massages, but I'm doing this for Katja. So both of us are presently getting our backs massaged by our respective masseuses. I have a weird man name Sven, who is a massive Swede with bear paws for hands. As weird as I feel, he's an amazing masseuse. Katja on the other hand is getting massaged by a lovely Brazilian named Nadia, who looks like a professional volleyball player. Her small but firm hands press tightly against my bride's back. I'm looking right at Katja, and I can tell she's very aroused by what's going on. She's trying not to make eye contact with me, but I can tell that she's undoubtedly getting hard under that towel that hides her glorious lower half. Her eyes momentarily meet mine and they have a look of embarrassment on them. "It's okay." I mouth to her. "It's who you are." "But not who I should be." She mouths back, and then lays her head face down. I just sigh and work on my plan. When the massage is finished a half an hour later, the masseuses leave us. Katja doesn't say anything, so I sit up and look back at her. "Baby. You really need to let me help you with this. I'm not saying jack you off or anything. But you've got to let out all this pent up sexual frustration." "No. I don't need anything but you. I promise." She says without even looking at me. "Katja. It's okay. I understand. I'm not offended. I knew this was part of you when I proposed. And I knew this when I said I do. Just let me help you please?" "No." She says, pouting. Just keeping her head down. So I just sigh and start putting my clothes back on. She starts doing the same. I grab her hand and we head back to the room. I'm kind of tired, so I mention taking a nap. "That sounds good." She says, cheered up a little. Back at the room, she strips to her bra and panties and slides into the bed. I remove everything but my boxers and then climb in and wrap my arms around her lovely figure. She sighs in contentment, and then we drift off to sleep. That night: Katja is in the bathroom getting ready for our dinner reservation at one of Vancouver's high end restaurants. She won't tell me what she's wearing tonight. Normally I always want to know so that I can ogle her body before caressing every inch of her. But tonight, I'm leaving her be. Chasing After Katja Ch. 02 She's been in a weird mood all afternoon. Since we woke up from the nap. She won't talk to me about trying to help her dull sexual problem, no matter how I try to broach the subject. So I'm sitting on the deck in my suit, when a thought dawns on me. I look at my watch, and it's 5:13. We have dinner at six thirty. So I guess on how long dinner will take and then pull out my phone and make a call. "Hello? Hi, this is Jason. Yes. Right. Hey listen, I need to ask you about something....." My phone conversation lasts all of a minute, before it's finished. Then I hang up and continue to wait for Katja. She walks out onto the deck at around 6:05. She's wearing the most beautiful, captivating, enticing and sexually arousing dress that could possibly exist. It's electric blue with a plunging neckline. Her ample cleavage is no longer just hinted at, but proudly on display. The dress is backless and has cut outs for the legs to show off the silky smooth gems of polished refined ivory. She walks up to me and I begin to caress her exposed leg. She looks at me and winks. "If I wasn't starting to get hungry, I'd ride you here and now." She says to me, her lips pushed out to make every word sound like a climactic experience. "Agreed." I say, standing up to wrap my arms around her. My lips drifting to hers. For a few minutes, we just make out and let our hands mesh with each other's bodies. I'm glad she seems to be feeling better. But now, her body is making me hungry. I want her. But I'm also physically hungry. So I pull back, only to slide my hands down to her wonder of the world ass. Giving it a squeeze, and kissing her neck, I then look back at her. "Let's go. We don't want to be late." I say, she nods in agreement. With that, we head off to the car and to the restaurant. "How's your quail?" I ask after taking a bite of my steak. "Delicious." She replies with a beautiful smile. "I'm so glad you picked this place. It's so good. I never knew that food could taste this good. I wish I knew how to cook like this. I'd eat things like this every day." I smile in response and take a sip of Pellegrino. "So would you like some dessert?" She asks a moment later, once her quail is finished. "Hummm...." I begin, putting my hands on the table. "I actually thought we might go back to the hotel. I have a special dessert surprise planned for you." "Oh?" She says, her eyes flashing with excitement. "What kind of surprise is that?" I just shake my head. "It's a surprise for a reason." Is all I say. She groans, and we finish off our food. A few minutes later she groans. "I can't take it anymore. Take me back to the hotel. I want to see my surprise." She complains, pushing her gorgeous twin threats towards me, showing them off. I laugh and call over the waiter to pay the check. After that's all settled, Katja and I head to the car and back to the hotel. "Jason. Please?" She begs in the car, rubbing her breasts against my arm. "I want to know what my surprise is." "Nope. You'll just have to wait." "grrr." She complains. "You sure you won't tell me?" She says, her hand rubbing my thigh, towards my cock. Which suddenly begins to grow from her contact. "Still not going to happen." I say. She doesn't stop though. She starts rubbing my cock through my pants all the way to the hotel. When we get back, she just grumbles. In the elevator, she tries to kiss the truth out of me. But still no going. I hold my ground. "The secret is behind this door." I say when we get to the room. "Ooohhh!" She coos. "And what is that?" I don't respond. I just open the door and walk into the room. There, waiting on the bed is Peta. She's wearing a full lace lingerie outfit. Stockings, suspenders, corset and covering. Including massive high heels. Waiting on the bed, she bites her lip looking at the two of us. "Surprise baby. I know you want her. So I arranged for us to have a threesome." I say, hugging and kissing Katja. Peta gets up and slinks over to us. She begins to caress each of our faces with her hands. "And I couldn't say no." Peta moans, turning to rub her ass on myself and then Katja, she tilts her head back and give Katja a sexy look. "And don't worry about your little....problem. Jason already mentioned it, and I adore cock. So I expect you to use it on me." Katja looks at me, and then grabs me in a passionate kiss. "Oh baby. I want her so badly. Thank you so much for setting this up." She moans, out of breath. "Ooooh!!!!" Peta moans, wrapping her arms around Katja and pulling her tight. I grab Peta from behind and sandwich her between us. She moans. "Do I get one of those?" She asks Katja. "Oh but of course." My buxom embodiment of passion and love says, locking her lips to Peta's. They make out for a minute while I grind Peta from behind. She then tilts her head back to me and then she and I make out for a change. Finally, after grinding and kissing for a while, Peta drops to her knees and begins to unbutton my pants. She looks over at Katja and then to me. "Give me these cocks." She demands. Katja drops her lace thong and pushes her cock through the slit in her dress her her gorgeous legs are. Peta pulls my pants down and then grasps one cock in each hand. She just stares up at us with a lusty look while she strokes our cocks. She then moves over and begins to suck on Katja, sucking down my wife's big eight inches. After a while she moves over to mine, not quit being able to take all of it. Peta moves back and forth between the two cocks in her hands, making sure to give each of us plenty of her mouth. "Oh fuck!!!" Katja moans when she's being sucked. "Her mouth is fantastic. Thank you so much for this baby!!!" "MMmmm!!! Of course baby." I reply, before grabbing Katja in a passionate kiss while Peta continues to service us. The lovely Peta stands up after servicing us for a few minutes. She continues to hold our cocks, but then she drags us over to the bed. Looking back, she makes a slutty proclamation. "Time to fuck lovers."