0 comments/ 7623 views/ 0 favorites Wed By: Ivy_Isley Her head is on his lap, her body curled up on the sofa. She uses his denim clad thighs as a pillow. She drifts between sleep and drowsy awareness. They are with his friends, watching a movie, talking and joking. He didn't want to go to bed. She was tired and more than a little disappointed. She hadn't spent the whole night with him since they started. She was so eager but he lingers with his friends. So she disconnected from them and pillowed her head on his knees, hoping he'd get the hint. She was convincing enough that she unintentionally fell asleep. She stirs a bit but doesn't want to move, she's too sleepy. Impressions come at her through the haze. The boys banter back and forth, catchwords and stories. Memories she doesn't share. She warms as his hand keeps returning to stroke her long dirty blonde hair. His short blunt fingers caress her cheek tenderly, like she's his charm. She can smell the nicotine on them; familiar and a comfort. Snatches of their conversation mingled with the movie dialogue come through, incomprehensible to her in her drowsy state. He gets up, easing her off of him and goes out with the others. They must have gone to the garage for a smoke. She opens her eyes and watches a little of the movie. Something about gangs. They all love it, it's an old favorite. In a few minutes they return. "Amy," His voice is proud and possessive. His bright blue grey eyes sparkle at her. He might as well have said "Mine." "Hi honey," she murmurs back, smiling up at him. "You want to go to bed?" "Yeah." Drowsy, she really does. "The stuff's downstairs. Greg's not sleeping here tonight, so you can take his spot. Have a good time." Pat breaks in, leering. He doesn't like her but he's happy his buddy's getting laid. She's never liked him either. Oh well, they can be polite. It seems to be enough. Mark holds out his hands to lift her off of the couch. He leads her downstairs. There's a rusty old sofa bed and some sleeping bags tucked in the corner. It's not an inviting option. Together they strip the sofa of cushions and make a nest for themselves on the floor with the sleeping bags. This isn't the first time but so far it's been clumsy, awkward. They've muddled through, she taking the lead. Without someone directing her (as in the past) she's been hurrying to get it over with. To be free of the self consciousness of it. They quickly undress, sneaking furtive glances at one another. She's seen him unclothed before, close up. He doesn't hide but he doesn't make a show of himself either. His build is average, as tall as she. She is still not used to being with a boy her own age, 18. She's always preferred older men. She is still learning how to be with him. Mark always tries to get a better look at her but she hides from him. He usually tells her not to be ridiculous, that she is beautiful but she can't believe him. Her small, firm breasts are a source of shame. She wishes she was more voluptuous like her friends. They say they wish they were slim like her. She guesses no one is ever satisfied with their own body. They get under the covers, lying on their sides, facing one another. His hands encircle her waist and she traces the contours of his body with her fingers. His skin is soft, his body compact. This is the first time they've shared a bed for sleeping since that first night. She hopes it will be like that again. She moves in to kiss him and at the same time reaches for him. Softly, he pushes her hand away. "Don't rush." he says, smiling at her. Mark is so odd. She's not used to someone who doesn't want to be taken care of. He's let her before but apparently he's not been satisfied either. "I don't know what you want." She's upset and at a loss. "Yes you do," he says, "You just don't have to rush. What about you? What do you want?" "I want you to be happy with me." she answers. "I am." He holds both her hands and kisses her slowly. They leave it that way for a time. It's delicious. He curves his arm around her middle and pulls her closer. Her hand is on the back of his neck, fingers brushing his long blonde hair. His free hand moves gradually from her hip and up her side. For a moment his thumb toys with her nipple, playful and light. His hand continues to roam across her, all over. He reads the rounded places of her body with his fingers, exploring her: backside, belly, breasts, thighs, hips; every place that usually gets ignored. She moves her head to the side and pulls in, nuzzling him. She begins kissing the side of his neck, his ear, his cheek. She mirrors his deliberate pace, adoring him with her lips. His hands remain tantalizingly out of reach. They'll move to within millimeters of her sex and then glance away, up to the small of her back or down to her knees. She's close to squirming, it's making her crazy. She reaches out for him again and this time he doesn't stop her. The outer layer of skin is so smooth and soft slipping through her fingers, contrasting with how hard he's become. She strokes him, gently, her fingers echoes of his feather light touch. As she does he finally touches her where she's needed him to so badly. She's so close that she's coming almost at the moment of his touch. He continues anyway and she twists away, it's too much. "Are you alright?" he stops abruptly, sitting up, pulling away from her, His face uncharacteristically worried. "I'm wonderful, I just need a second," Smiling up at him. "Oh." Understanding and self-satisfaction replace the concern on his face. He relaxes and lies back down. Once he does she descends upon him, hungry and wanting to make him feel the same way he just made her feel. She takes him in her mouth, it's the first time she's done so. His body language is surprised but he makes no move to stop her. She licks him like he was an ice cream cone, savoring him. She brushes him up and down and around with broad strokes of her tongue. He's panting and moaning, he's not himself at all. The control is gone. Good, she thinks. "Stop." He breathes it out. "Why?" She's stopped but her face stays close to him. "Not yet." "You sure?" she says, playfully, giving him one last long lick. He lets out a gutteral sound halfway between laughter and agony. He pulls her up to him and kisses her. He's no longer slow, he's fast and hard and greedy about it. It's like he's eating her up. She loves it. Not stopping, he flips her on her back and shoves himself up into her. She breaks the kiss and tosses her head backwards, uttering a little shriek. His lips are on her neck and ear, licking, sucking, biting. He slams all the way into her, again and again. It feels so good. With both hands she pulls him into her, wanting all of him. Arching her pelvis up she locks her legs around his waist, pushing right back into him. It is fierce and amazing and goes on till she's had her fill of him. When he breaks inside of her they are both breathless. She loosens the grip her legs have around his waist and waits for him to leave her but he doesn't. He looks down at her, adoring. He brushes the tumbled hair from her face and doesn't say a word, although it looks as though he wants to. "What?" she asks, her voice soft and breathy. "I wish I could tell you how much I love you." He means it. He'd never say such a dopey thing before without both of them laughing at it, but he means it and it's not a joke. She feels so real, so alive when he says it. His eyes are honest and full of his love. She feels blasted by it, completely overtaken. "I love you! I've never been this happy before. Never." The words tumble out of her without thought or hesitation. He kisses her again, still hungry though they've finished. His arms crush her to him for a moment and then he pulls back again to look at her. "All mine?" "No one else's" "Always." "Always." "I love you, Amy." "I love you, too Mark." He withdraws from her and settles back by her side. He grasps her in his arms, still eager, still strong. He holds her and kisses her all over her face, her hair. Sweetly now, less urgent. They spend the rest of the night talking, mostly about nonsense but it doesn't seem to matter. They laugh at their own chatter. They can't stop touching. They can't stop kissing. They can't stop talking. She is his, always. Wedda & Kecho I got up from my bed only wearing my black satin panties and started to pace about the room eyeing the door. My destination was just across the hall from me. There is no reason for me to be this nervous. Today I came to stay here in California for a while since my cousin was getting married tomorrow (Valentine's Day how droll.) I was just restless tonight. I didn't have my suitcase full of clean clothes in my room. Instead, I had the suitcase of the groom-to-be. This stressed me since I had no clue what to do, how to brush my teeth, how to get ready for the following day. I'll simply explain the mistake to that classic tall, dark, and handsome man. I closed my eyes tightly and fixed my mind on something other than how attractive he was. I did not even get a chance to know his first name. We all call him Kecho by nickname. Taking a deep breath, I threw on my blue jean shorts and white shirt. I didn't really recall that I had no bra until I was outside of my room. The door closed behind me. I fumbled in my pockets for the card to open the door. Ugh, my luck once more. The key was in my purse…in my room. No turning back now. I gave a firm knock on the door. It opened and I saw Kecho's surprised, yet sexy, face. Having on only his jean pants, his toned chest and stomach was a welcoming site. He leaned himself on the doorpost crossing one foot over the other. Kecho grinned and crossed his arms looking me up and down. I let Kecho observe me for I had nothing to hide. All right, well I had a lot to hide. Even though I cleared my throat my voice shook, "You have my suitcase." "I was wondering when you would notice," he said with his rich-toned voice. I gulped and asked, "May I have it back?" "Sure," he said nonchalantly, "it's right on the sofa." "Err, can't you get it for me?" "You're a big girl. What is wrong?" he began with a smirk. "Are you afraid I am going to bite?" My body got a slight jolt of tingle. I rolled my eyes and swept past him. I searched the sofa, but could not find my case anywhere. I turned and saw Kecho not even a foot from me. "I thought it was on the sofa," he remarked innocently. "Hmm." "Never mind," I sighed, "I'll look tomorrow." I began to leave but Kecho caught my hand, "What is your name?" "You ask that now?" "Well, there are too many cousins to remember. It would have looked suspicious if I had only asked for yours." "Only mine?" "I was only interested in yours." I wondered if he could hear what he was saying. I doubt if I even heard correctly. "Call me by my nickname, Wedda." "What does that mean?" "Little white girl," I immaturely stuck my tongue out at him. I was the smallest in height compared to my cousins. I was taller than my aunts, but certainly shorter than Kecho. Kecho proved this to me further by walking to me while I backed up till my back hit the wall. I did not realize how turned on I was till the thump of my ass hitting the wall suddenly vibrated my pussy. No other place to go. He placed a cinnamon finger under my chin and lifted my head up so my eyes met his. "Yeah, you are little." "Oh, Kecho, I hope you know what you are doing to me." Ooops! I said that out loud!! He raised an eyebrow. Keeping his innocence he whispered, "What am I doing to you Wedda?" His hushed breath against my lips sent my skin to prickle, and my pussy to be wetted further. My breathing was short, and harsh now. Kecho's was still calm. He knew he had me. He knew I was powerless against him. Kecho's eyes began to close. We where but a hair's breathe away from one another's lips. I had to have him. Kecho's warm lips pressed against mine gently. Speaking between soft kisses he informed me, "I want to play Wedda. That is all." He kissed down my neck and I struggled to talk, "Oh really?" He came back to kiss. I kissed him back, but passionately rough. I want him. I don't simply want him to touch and kiss. I want to fuck! I rammed him against the wall and forced myself hard up against his waist. He groaned. I gasped to feel his hands under my shirt and on my breasts. He was cupping them softly. "Squeeze harder Kecho! Oh, yeah, I like that!!" "Stop, Wedda. Fuck, please stop." "Why do you want to stop Kecho?" "You turn me on so much. Oh, baby, I am so hard. I have never gotten this turned-on with your cousin." "Oh?" I love turning a man on. It gets me so goddamn hot. My eyes fell to see he had a big cock. It was calling me. I unbuttoned my pants and let them slip to the floor. I took off my white shirt exposing my bare breasts. I yet again, only had my black panties. Kecho shuffled with his pants finally getting them off. His fingers began to stroke his cock outside of his blue boxers. I turned and bent over as I slid my panties down. I stepped out of them and turned back around to look at the panting Kecho against the wall. "Kecho, I am so horny for you," I sighed as my fingernails wandered over my tingling skin. Kecho moaned. I slowly walked up to him. I took his hand away from his cock and turned it on my tight pussy. His fingers rubbed just the outside. I continued to stroke his cock with my hand. His head fell back against the wall and his eyes rolled in his head. "Feel how hot it is Kecho? You like that don't you? Mmm, Kecho, I want your hard cock in me." "I'm getting married tomorrow," he murmered. "I just wanted to play that is all." "Fuck me Kecho. I know you want to. Oh Kecho my pussy needs your cock in me. Feel me Kecho. Feel how soft, and wet, and tight my cunt is. At least put your fingers in me." Kecho's hands grabbed me and then pushed me back against the wall then. He kissed me hard. I felt his hands grab my ass and pull me up. He shoved his cock in me and I could not help but let out a scream. I wrapped my legs around him letting him pound my pussy. "Harder!! Fuck!! Yes!!!" I could not stop screaming. His cock was the biggest I have ever experienced. Each thrust got me closer and closer. "Yes Wedda! Scream for me! Cum hard! Yeah! Oh yes!!" I felt myself begin to cum. "FASTER KECHO FASTER I'M CUMMING!!!" He hammered my pussy nonestop! My nails dug into his back as I let out a long cry. I gasped for breath, cumming all over his cock, messaging his shaft with my pulsing pussy. Kecho shouted out and exploded in me. His hot juices mixed with mine overflowing and streaming down the sides. Kecho carried me onto his bed and licked my pussy clean. Then he kissed me. I tasted our delicious mixture still in his mouth. "Your bag," he exhaled, "is in the closet." I laughed, "Thanks." He gave me one last kiss and I got dressed. As he said, my bag was in his closet. I grabbed it and went out of the door. I paused and realized…… "I do not have my card to get into my room." Kecho grinned and grabbed my bag. He placed it inside his room and left the door open. He turned to me and smiled. "Long night. Simple explanation in the morning. I'll be sure to make it worth your while," Kecho winked. Wedded Bliss This time she left no doubt...she wanted me. What else could her intentions be---to recite a dream like that in front of her own husband, and everyone else at my wedding reception? And to put it in terms like that..."I dreamed we were fucking each others' brains out and we were loving every minute of it." If that's not a statement of intention, then what is? And by the time the words were out of her mouth, my mind was already there...her, in her usual ass-hugging, high-riding, terry cloth shorts, giving full expression to those shapely, olive-colored legs as they carried her hourglass figure up the stairs, with me in tow like an obedient, drooling heel-hound; cock hard as a rock, like a dog's red rocket, ready to launch. Only mine was probably purple, it was throbbing so bad from my intense desire for this goofy, teasing, brown-eyed, brunette tart. We got to her room and she turned around and kissed me deeply with her fingers running through my hair. I put my arms around her and squeezed tightly, pressing my hardness against her. We spontaneously started to grind our pelvises together as I reached down and squeezed her firm, round ass; our tongues break-dancing in our mouths without loosing a beat. She jumped onto me, wrapping her legs around my waist and I said, "I knew you always wanted to jump my bones." She laughed sensuously as I stutter-stepped to the bed and lay down on top of her. Our kissing resumed intensely, and with the new-found leverage we were able to dry-hump with extreme prejudice. She looked sultry beyond imagining with strands of dark hair spread across her face like fingers. Her fawn bedroom eyes peering through with desire that was simultaneously innocent and ruthless. I pulled her top off and almost creamed my jeans at the sight of her large perky aureoles and nipples the size of pencil erasers, pointing to the sky. I slid my hand gently over her right nipple and let it tickle my palm, then twirled her nipple between my fingertips. We kissed and wiggled some more and I decided it was time---before I explode. I ran my tongue down her flat stomach and pulled at her stretchy waistband with my teeth. She reached down and pulled her shorts off the rest of the way. Her legs in the air revealed the "Y" where I would be dining. With her one foot she flung the shorts across the room and with her other leg, she pulled me closer. I eagerly submitted. I kissed her again, then went straight to the point. Her clit felt hard as I dribbled it with my tongue, then lightly nibbled on it; feeling my lips pressed against her labia. Then I started sucking on her clit, which drove her wild and she grabbed the back of my head and shoved my face into her pussy as hard as she could while madly humping my face with her cunt. I struggled to breath, but, managed only by inhaling through my nose and exhaling hot air onto her clit, which made her even wilder. After a couple minutes of this, I had to come up. She looked at me with a pleading desire and it heightened my arousal to an almost unbearable intensity. Standing up, I unbuckled my belt and climbed out of my jeans and onto her. Savoring the moment of initial penetration, I watched her expression as she felt my cock sliding deeply into her. And by then we were very wet, which made her initial tightness easily overcome. We grinded slowly at first, lovingly and gently, holding each others' stare. My fingers clutching her hair, hers clutching my buttocks. Then we both felt it---it was happening. We started to go after it, but, neither of us wanted it to end, so we slowed down again and she wrapped her arms and legs around me like a vice and I collapsed onto her and hugged her tightly. We looked into each others' eyes and began kissing each other gently all over. There wasn't a spot on our bodies that we didn't touch with our mouths. And when we had completely consumed each other orally, we went back to fucking. This time she was on top. Her spectacular tits bounced every-which-way while she rode my cock; grinding forward and backward and up-and-down. I imagined what her ass looked like from behind as she did this and it made me start to cum. "Come on, Honey, it's the Bride and Groom dance." My wife's voice crashed into my head like an anvil as I was bludgeoned back into the surroundings of my wedding reception. I noticed the entire room staring in our direction in anticipation. The thought of my hard cock poking through my tuxedo trousers as we walked to the dance floor terrified me, so I feigned shyness and pretended to resist, while my cock slowly relaxed---all the while wondering, why did Sharon bother to tell me that now and not before I got married? Wedded into Cuckoldry A true story "Please Nick, don't put your cock there. I'm not ready for that." Nick: "Come on Anna, open your legs, let me do you the right way. We've waited too long and I know you're ready for it." "No! I told you I'm not doing that. I can't. In four weeks I'm going to be married and on my wedding night I want my husband to be the one who takes my cherry. I've waited this long. I want to be a virgin for him. He deserves that." Nick: "Let me bust your cherry now and on your wedding night, intercourse will be so much easier for the both of you." "No. Just let me roll over on my tummy and take my ass the way you always do. You're the one who taught me how to enjoy sex without having to give up my virginity. After my husband deflowers me then you can have my pussy anytime you want it." Nick: "Yeah, I taught you everything there is to know but the one thing I didn't do was to take your cherry." "You did teach me a lot. God you were so gentle and so patient with me, especially when you taught me how to accept anal intercourse. You're my father's most trusted employee. He would murder us if he ever knew what we were doing." Nick: "And he's never going to find out. Is he?" "No. I remember that first day that you came by my house to pick up blue prints my father had left for you. I was getting ready to go out to the pool and I had on my bikini. Your eyes were popping out of your head." Nick: "Yeah, you had just gotten home from college and I asked if I could see your tits." "No. I remember your words exactly. You said, "Anna, in the interest of art, why don't you take off your top and let me see your breasts? Just for the sake of art." Nick: "I remember it took you a long time to respond." "It took me a long time to comprehend what you had asked of me but you seemed so honest and sincere. Here you were, this rough and tough, older man, asking to see art for the sake of art. I felt like I was preventing you from seeing a beautiful sunrise or something. Maybe I should not have done it but I stepped back and took off my top. You have a wife and yet you looked at my breasts with such admiration and then you were gone." Nick: "Yeah. I got real nervous. I just knew I had to get out of there before I did something stupid." "After you left I went into my bedroom to look in the mirror to see what you saw. I'm not big in the bust department but your admiring of me made me appreciate what I have." Nick: "That whole day I thought about you and I knew then that I had to have you." "Having exposed my body to you made me feel like there was an intimacy between us and I guess there was. After that day, I could not believe how aroused I would get whenever I was around you. I mean you're fifteen years older then me." Nick: "These past few years I've given you every sexual experience there is except one. Now I want you to feel the sensations of my cock sliding in your pussy. Taking your virginity is the one thing I've held back on. Now I want to be the first to bring you that pleasure." "Why do you have to be the first? Is this some kind of superior male thing?" Nick: "I just know that an older man like me, can give you what your future husband can never give you. I know that you're addicted to my dick. You can't do with out it can you?" "No, I can't but please don't do this." Nick: "When you make out with him does he make you cum?" "Yes he does. Sometimes with his fingers and other times with his tongue." Nick: "Does he make you cum like I do?" "No. He's never fucked me in my ass and I'll never let him. I don't want him to think that I'm a slut." Nick: "If you don't want him to think of you as a slut then how do you make him cum?" "With my hand. I give him hand jobs." Nick: "Don't you ever give him one of your expert blow jobs? You know, the way that I taught you." "Never. He tries to get me to do that but I tell him no, I'm not that kind of a girl. He does have a cute little peter and if I wanted to, I could fit all of him in my mouth. I wouldn't choke on him like I do with you. I just want him to think of me as pure and chaste. When he sees me walking down the isle in my white dress, I want him to always think of me as a religious, dutiful, faithful wife." Nick: "I'll be at your wedding and when I see you in your bridal gown, I want to know that I was the first man to fuck you before he did. You can tell him, that when you were younger, you broke your cherry when you were riding a horse." "No! No. Please, I've got to keep my virginity. I've been sucking you off and you've been fucking me in my ass for over two years now. You love how tight my ass is. Why, after all this time, do you have to take my cherry now?" Nick: "It's a male thing. I've gotta mark what's mine, besides, your fiance thinks that I'm a buffoon. Thinks that he's smarter then me because he went to college. I want to be one up on him and he would never suspect that I'm fucking you." "Please Nick, after I'm married, I promise, I'll do anything for you. I'll fuck for your friends like you always wanted me to but please, let me keep my virginity for my husband." Nick: "You're saying that after you're married, you'll suck and fuck for my friends?" "Oh yes but my husband must never know." Nick: "Trust me, he'll never know. Now, why don't you roll over on your tummy and let me tap this sweet, tight little ass of yours." "There's a new bottle of lotion in my pocketbook. Bill thinks that I carry it so I can give him hand jobs. He has no idea what we really use it for." Epilogue: Two or three times a year, several of Nick's friends would gather like some secret club. Nick would bring Anna to them and they would take turns with her. She loved the attention and excitement that these men gave her. This went on for years until Nick passed away in his late fifties. Anna and Bill are now in their eighties. They have been happily married for over sixty years. To this day, Bill doesn't know that he is a cuckold.