21 comments/ 108514 views/ 14 favorites Virgin Bride Ch. 01 By: MrLurker -All fictional characters in the story who are involved in sexual situations and incidents are over the age of eighteen.- I dropped the expensive calligraphy pen back into the small vile of red ink. Pissed off I ripped out several pages in another long line of attempts, wading them up for a missed shot at the waste bin. I shake my head and stand up from my desk gliding my leather chair back. I press the power button's on my computer and head into the kitchen for breakfast while it loads up. Only slightly hearing the microwave chiming lost in my thoughts. I had been downloading and watching recent movies and classic's off the internet. Why oh why? had I gotten it into my head that writing my memoirs would be easy and cool. Of course, Having the grand idea from one of the films that when I was older I would sell them and retire played a large part into that. Its not the story that I was having trouble with. I do love a challenge so. Figuring I would do this right I had gone to an office supply store and spent the last of my allowance on that damned pen and a thousand piece bundle of decorative stationary. Now three days later having emptied my waste bin twice and procrastinating doing it again all I had to show for it was red ink stained fingers and two nasty paper cuts. I have come to realize my hand writing is shit and I can't live without a spell checker function in this digital age, Teachers don't really teach penmanship these days. I punched the button and removed the bowl of maple and brown sugar oatmeal from the micro, grabbed a glass of strawberry milk and a banana and returned to my room. Setting the bowl down on the desk, 'I sigh' pulling the keyboard towards me. Lets start again shall we. As a master story teller once told Scheherazade. You begin at the beginning, go on through the middle until it end's. So to have context about my life we start with my Mother roughly in the fall of 1992. With a bright future ahead. She spontaneously over bloomed and was constantly asked out by every boy in school, to bad for them she was more the shy good girl academic type. At the end of the year she had just won Prom Queen based on being the most voluptuous and beautiful 4.0 GPA Honor student with lots of friends that the school had ever seen. This was unfortunately the time she discovered. When your making other plans, Life does not play by any fair rules and will kick you in the privates till you crumple. Her home life fell apart. Her father having been diagnosed with cancer, He flipped out the last eight months of his life and went on a end of life partying spree wiping out the family bank account on gambling, hookers and booze and drugs to kill the pain between more hookers. Total 'Cancer Patients Gone Wild' before he died. Her mother financially and emotionally broken filed for divorce then lost herself in the bottle which over time turned out to be her ending as well. Just when she started working on a plan again her mother was, due to her forth DUI and wrapping the car around the back end of a parked ambulance hauled off to prison, three weeks later she found herself evicted by the bank foreclosure on the family home. Mother was on the streets job hunting for several hungry months. Homelessness & starvation overrode Pride, she turned to temporary Prostitution while applying for anything and everything she could find. She landed two jobs she could live with. A part time morning shift waitress at a bistro and night time stripper at a near by sleazy club. Mother was eighteen at the time. She dated a few guys, considering her job's and where she had met them they treated her badly, Yes there where hospital visits involved so she flat out stopped seeing guys for a time. ~~~~~ Fast Forward seven months, Mr. Trenton my bio-father was sitting at the base of the stage. He was a great looking 46 year old VP of a large investment firm out partying with the guys after work. During his mild heart attack staring up at the sparkling cherry red g-string sliding around in my mothers heart shaped gyrating butt crack, He spilled his drink while emptying the impressive amount of cash from his wallet at my mothers high heeled feet. Three months of dating later She quit both jobs and married him. Life kicked her again, Mr. Trenton turned out to have serious bedroom S&M fetishes and he abused her regularly. Most of it she loved doing but somethings he did were just wrong on all levels of insane. Since he was bringing home seven figures a year she figured she could put up with the really bad things. Six months later during a backyard Corporate party for the firm she was hosting with efficient perfection for her new demanding husband. Meeting his coworker's and having a rather decent time of it. She and several others went into the house to restock on snacks and drinks. There he was in the kitchen pecker deep in the teenage daughter of the company's owner and president and shoving a turkey baster in her butt, his career ended that day upon the company owner finding out about it. The divorce papers were filed four days later as he was being hauled off to jail for corporate account fraud. Due to a pre-nup she received a check for 100k from the lawyers and later found herself in a tiny apartment once again applying for any available jobs. I was born six months later. ~~~~~ Enter Mr, White. Mother was near broke from the hospital bill's of my birth, utility's, food, car and gas and of course the never ending needs of her new bundle of joy,(me). Mother and I share the very same end of spring time birthday, only she was born in the early morning and I was born just before midnight. She began working as a customer service clerk in his store. After a couple of months thing's stabilized for her and me. Then she started dating her boss the small franchise of hardware stores owner Mr, White. It was to be another impulsive marriage three months later. Mr. White was a hardworking, sweet quiet man in his early fifties, occasional rare vanilla sex, he was mostly unable to perform. But still the safe choice or so she thought. This time life lasted peacefully for two years until she decided to surprise her husband at work, he was staying late at one of the stores getting holiday things in place just before Christmas. When she entered the back loading dock area, ironically named for what was taking place. There he was thoroughly going to town totally in drag dressed as Mrs Clause getting reamed by Marcus a twenty'ish year old stock clerk. She just stood there, reached into her purse and pulled out the digital camera. Click, Click, Click... went the device freezing them mid orgasm with deer in headlights looks. When she finally spoke it was two simple and blood chilling words. "No pre-nup." "Husband, when you get home where going to have a long talk." She stated matter of factually. That was fifteen years ago, they are still married. He keeps us well provided for and she keeps his secret's. She has remained faithful to her no sex gay husband ever since. Mr. White has his trophy wife during company events to show off several times a year other wise he's at the stores working hard and expanding the franchise with eleven new locations, He keeps a loft above one of them when not working and at a "Private" resort playing golf on the weekends surrounded by all the male 20ish year old caddy's and tennis players he can handle. When he is around Mr. White spoil's me rotten and sees me as sort of the growing heir apparent to his little franchise throne. ~~~~~ Lets return to the present shall we, here I sit my life having changed in the most remarkable way possible. Its Saturday one day after Mothers 36th and my 18th birthday. Here begins the event that changed everything for us. We had decided to make a day of it, that it would be fun to go on a joint shopping spree at the large mall for each others gifts. We stopped in at many electronics and toy stores for the computer games I like playing. Mothers shopping cart was full of things, A few novelty's slightly caught my attention or amused me but I didn't really find anything worth buying, Mostly over all it was just fun for her and she noticed. Several more of her purchases already in hand we found are self's in the clothing departments section when we got partially separated for about thirty minutes as she had gone to find some new decent fuzzy slippers. When she located me, I was in the back aisle two stores over in the Victoria's Secret shop. In my hand was a seriously expensive naughty hanging six piece package. Cover photo simply labeled "Virgin Bride." The Professional model on it wasn't even a Hundredth as pretty as Mother period. Narrow curve-less, near flat chested skinny chic. I however was transfixed, the world didn't exist in that moment. Lost in my thoughts of what mother would look like in it, for the first time in my life overtaken by a feeling of soul crushing need and pure lust, I moaned softly with pleasurable longing as my right hand stroked the Silk smooth all bright white flower patterned shear lace sample material. It included a shiny corset, garter belt, short silver and white petaled crown with shoulder length back hanging mesh veil, shear stocking's, and matching elbow length lace gloves. And the panties, OMG! the panties it was only a tiny piece of completely see through white mesh with flower pattern around the edges... matching inch wide fluffy trim around the waist and string up the back side. I don't know how long Mother stood there behind me, until I felt her soft left hand placed on my shoulder, I jumped out of my skin from the start. She was looking over my shoulder at all three embarrassing thing's....The look on my face, The package in my right hand, and my left hand openly stroking the seven inch tent pole the front of my pants were making. She didn't say a word, she took the package from my hand looking it over with an ear to ear grin on her face when she observed the fact my lust filled eyes were laser locked onto her large 34 DD cup breasts, up and down they moved scanning every part of her flawless figure. She several times looked into my over heated red face and down at my ever growing discomfort. A beautiful smile crossed her face. She finally spoke and it came out as more of a purr, "Mmmmm I love this one two sweetie." She looked into my eyes again, don't be embarrassed my love, your a growing handsome young man. Who's starting to understand his needs in life." Mother read over the package again then switched it for a similar one that would actually accommodate her natural massive breasts. She told me to wait out front of the store for her while she bought a few more things. We stopped in at a few more stores, then deposited are days loot covered up in the back of the suburban to spend the rest of the evening at the movie theater, movie hopping one after the next. ~~~~~ Upon arriving home she had me order a couple of pizza's. We were chatting and laughing side by side on the island center counter stools in the kitchen, and playfully argued over the cinnamon bread sticks, She won and gobbled them up having payed for them in the first place. When she saw the disappointed pouty look on my face. She took on a wicked eyebrow arched grin. Tilted the container on its side, put her finger in her mouth sucking on it making it wet. Then she slide it along the crease of the box picking up all the crumbs then rubbed them on the wet lips she had just been slow licking. She just smiled leaned over and kissed me long and deep. My mouth filled with the of taste of cinnamon crumbs, pizza and her flicking exploring tongue. When she finally drew her mouth back, my hungering head and lips involuntarily tried to followed her's like I was being towed. That was the moment it happened, The moment I didn't just love my mom. But The moment. 'I Fell In Love with Mother' The look of shock on both are faces was identical. I think she liked what she did more then she thought she would because She reached over with her left hand and grabbed the back of my head pulling me off the stool to her, now standing there between her legs as she was still sitting, crushed me to her in a bear hug. She kissed me again and this time she didn't stop for air. After a long, long time she broke off gasping, with sudden realization and surprise at what I had just caused, She looking down. I didn't think about it, I swear, I was just doing it, my steel hard cock was dry humping into her thigh and pussy area on auto pilot until she felt the front of her thin tan material dress slacks suddenly go all wet from me.. . She slide off her stool, unbuttoned her now saturated dress slacks letting them fall to the floor and stepped backwards her right arm flailed outward in an arc across the counter top sending plates and pizza flying to the floor. She bent forward over it smothering her heavy breast's into the marble. Taking hold of the edge of the counter in her hands, bracing herself with both hands in a death grip. Her head side ways facing down towards the wet spot covering the front of my pants. She exhaled in a very long breathy series of quivering moans, and I watched her right hand slide under, grab and squeeze one of her massive flattened breast's, nails digging deep into the fabric of her white blouse shirt and no bra, just painfully into her skin beneath. Her left hand started viciously slapping her black lace panties and pussy area until her entire body spasm-ed and rippled with shiver's, her crotch and panty's suddenly flooded from her own squirting wetness down to her knees and dripping all over the floor. Mother just stood there bent over like that for a long time. A few more ripples trembling through her, till she was breathing calmly again. I stood there motionless only four feet behind her and to the side. I was Star struck, in awe of the Goddess like Beautiful creature before me called Mom. . . In the most sultry of purring voices she spoke. "Sweetie mommie loves you so very much..." She hadn't taken her eyes of my tented soiled crotch the entire time. Her head turned to look up with half closed dreamy eye's and a smile. I think we should go get cleaned up and ready for bed. Would you like to watch some more movies with me before bed. Tomorrow is Sunday so there is no school so you can stay up late if you like. When the moment of shock wore off slightly I backed out of the room doing as I was told. During the third movie as I started to fall asleep I asked mother if she had bought the special package I liked. She oh so gently kissed my forehead, as she whispered to me "yes my love..." I fell asleep in her arms, lying along side mothers body on the couch. She had unbuttoned her blouse and I was using her huge naked breast's as my pillow's. I can't wait for my birthday present this year. Virgin Bride Ch. 02 WARNING: This is an adult story, containing sensitive material of a sexual nature, including graphic descriptions of consensual “vanilla” sex within marriage. If you find such material offensive or are underage, do not read further, but please bypass this story for one more suitable for you. This story is written for enjoyment and entertainment purposes only. And also because I felt Angela should have a more satisfactory experience than she had in Part 1. 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Feedback is welcome and accepted at the link below. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Prolog: After their wedding, a bride and groom, both virgins, retreat to their honeymoon cabin and consummate their marriage. Nervous, lacking control and finesse, he takes her virginity quickly, leaving her only the satisfaction that she has pleased her husband. To alleviate her worries, the groom reassures his wife that her small breasts are ‘large enough for him’, and that he finds her narrow hips ‘incredibly sexy!” Chapter 4 – in the kitchen He had said her breasts were big enough for him, and that her hips were ‘sexy’. She didn’t know how that could be true, but if he said it, she had to believe him. Now that she had experienced sex, Angela wanted to try it again. She wondered if Jerome would say more of the wonderful things he had said. She was thankful that he was holding her close. It made her feel important, wanted, loved. There is life after the wedding, Angela concluded to herself. Let life begin! Jerome rubbed his chin over the top of her head as she snuggled against his chest. “Steve said he had prepared an ice bucket on the table with some sparkling cider.” ”Sparkling cider?” Angela asked. “Steve says it the closest thing to non-alcoholic champagne that’s available,” Jerome answered. Neither he nor Angela drank alcoholic beverages. “I’d like to drink a toast to my new bride! Shall I get some?” “I’ll come with you. But will you bring me my bathrobe? It’s in my overnight case.” Angela admired her naked husband as he moved from the bed to his bag and got out a Black Watch Tartan bathrobe, which he cinched around this waist. She also saw him take a small package, which he slipped into his pocket. He went to her bag, but hesitated and looked at her. “It’s all right. You may open my bag. I have no secrets from you. “ He opened bag and found a white terrycloth robe, which he brought to Angela. Hand-in-hand, they walked to the kitchen. Jerome found and opened the cider bottle. The pop sounded like a champagne bottle opening. Retrieving the cork, Jerome showed it to Angela pointing out that there was a coat-of-arms inscribed on the inside of the cork. The cork had swollen around the coat-of-arms. Jerome explained that wine manufacturers keep the wine bottles lying on their side. The inside of the cork soaks up some wine and expands, completing the seal of the bottle. When the cork is removed, it is impossible to insert the cork again with the coat-of-arms on the inside. This prevents an unscrupulous wine merchant from opening a bottle and adulterating its contents. Jerome poured two glasses of cider. They sat in the swivel chairs at the kitchen table to toast each other. Feeling shy, Angela asked, “And what are we celebrating with the toast?” Jerome smiled, and thought, before answering. “We can celebrate that we’ve lived another day. Or we can celebrate falling in love, or getting married. Or we can drink to making love! Or we can celebrate that we each gave each other our virginity. Or - - - -“ “Or,” Angela interrupted. “We can drink to all of the above!” They raised their glasses, touched the rim of their glasses together and drank. Things became quiet as they sipped the sparkling semi-sweet cider. Jerome smiled. “Do you remember how flustered Steve’s wife was when she was telling us about this place? And how we could only stay here for six days.” Jerome chuckled. Angela remembered the incident during the reception that afternoon. “She said seven days would make an entire week.” “Those were not the words she used.” Angela thought. “She said seven days makes a --- whole week.” Jerome snickered. “That’s what she said.” “And Steve couldn’t keep a straight face either,” Angela continued, puzzled by Jerome’s amusement. “That’s right.” ”Steve has a renter next week, that’s why we can only stay here for six nights.” Jerome nodded. Angela raised the wine glass almost to her lips as she asked, “So what’s wrong when she says that seven nights makes a whole - - - “ Angela stopped mid-sentence. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. Jerome couldn’t resist his laughter any longer and it began to bubble over. “Is that true?” Angela demanded, horrified. Jerome snickered. “Seven days does make an entire week.” He responded. “That’s not what she meant!” “Of course it’s not! But it is funny to here those words coming from the wife of an elder of the church. Angela began laughing as she visualized the embarrassment that Steve’s wife had experienced and the flustered attempt to extract herself from the words she had spoken. They both laughed. As he laughter subsided, Angela raised the glass to her lips again, but once again, was wracked with laughter, spilling the champagne over her chin and some ran down her chest. “Oh, I spilled some,” she said as she set her glass on the table and reached for a napkin. “No, I’ll take care of it!" Jerome said quickly, taking the napkin from her hand. Still chuckling, Angela held her chin up for him to wipe. But he didn’t use the napkin. Instead, to her amazement, he licked the cider from her chin. Angela’s laughter stopped, replaced with . . . amazement (?). He bent beside her and began to suck the drops of cider from her neck, and knelt beside her as he followed the trail of cider drops down her chest, licking and sucking the wine-like liquid from her skin. Angela felt a response growing in her that was new to her, but extremely enjoyable. He positioned himself between her legs, as the droplets reached the closure of her robe. Somehow the reality of a man, even her husband, kneeling between her spread legs was uncomfortable to Angela. But when she tried to pull away from him, his hands gently, but insistently, held her thwarting her retreat. She tried to move her legs so that she was no longer straddling him, but he drew her closer to him, so there was no way she could change their proximity with each other. Jerome took two hands and separated the bathrobe, revealing her breasts to him. There were droplets of the cider that had run down between her breasts. Jerome carefully sucked the droplets from her skin, and then licked the residue. His hands settled on the outsides of her breasts, not holding them, but still enclosing them between his palms. She looked into his eyes, watching the boldness with which he was laying claim to her. She couldn’t read the expression on his face as he gazed into her eyes. Finally she saw a small smile cross his lips, almost as if a decision had been made. Jerome dipped a finger into the nearest wine glass and carefully circled her nipple with the cider. Immediately, his lips began sucking the sweet liquid from her skin. He dipped a finger again and drew a line from her collarbone to her nipple. Then, starting at her shoulder, he kissed, licked and sucked all of the cider, from her. As he completed his oral bathing of her, she slipped to her knees before him and they held each other in a deep kiss. As the kiss drew to an end, they slipped to the kitchen floor, holding each other. Jerome’s hands began to roam and soon Angela’s robe was spread beside her; she lay exposed before her husband. His hands continued to caress her and his intentions were obvious. “The bedroom - - - “, Angela gasped as his fingers explored her lower regions more extensively than they had before. “No, here!” her husband whispered in her ear. Angela felt extremely naughty as she nodded her head and began to press into his hand. The hard, cold kitchen floor was not nearly as comfortable as the bed had been, but the excitement of doing something ‘naughty’ thrilled Angela more than she would have thought possible. There was an awkward pause as Jerome paused to open the box. Surprised and impatient at the interruption, Angela glanced down to see what was causing the delay. She saw Jerome fumbling, trying to get the condom in place. And she also saw HIM! Quickly, she averted her eyes, but the image remained seared in her mind. He was enormous! Even bigger than she had thought when she had touched him! Had - - - that - - - actually fit inside of her? No wonder it had hurt! Jerome moved between her legs and nibbled at her neck. The stimulation caused her to squirm some more. When she felt his manhood making contact with her feminine lips, she hesitantly began to move her hand to guide him, but he found the right place by himself. Anxiously, she waited, afraid of Jerome’s shear size as he began to enter her. There was no pain! She was still a little sore, but, to her astonishment, there was no pain! Angela didn’t know when it happened but somehow her fear was replaced by love and anticipation as he slowly sank deeper and deeper into her depths. Consciously, she spread her legs . . . and let him in! She was sharing her body with her husband. And she was glad! He was much gentler this time. Angela groaned with pleasure as he slid into her. She arched her back and unconsciously wrapped her legs around him, crossing her ankles behind him, pulling him to her. It seemed to take forever before his pelvis pressed against hers and she knew that again he was ‘fully’ inside of her. Jerome began a slow pumping which stimulated her beyond comprehension. Words of endearment began slipping from him as he thrust into his wife. Angela began breathing heavier as the two of them began moving faster and he thrust harder into her. She gasped and moaned, not caring about anything else. She felt Jerome’s gasps and grunts in her ear. Angela threw her head back and cried out. She was totally absorbed in what was happening to her. She wasn’t sure what it was, but she loved it! They continued pounding each other hard and fast until Jerome came hard deep inside of her. Barely aware of her husband’s orgasm, Angela pulled him as deep into her as she could, using both her arms and legs. She wiggled her hips against him and suddenly her world shattered into a prism of sensations as she climaxed. She convulsed in a wild frenzy of muscular contractions. Her sweet body rhythmically kissed him and massaged him in the throes of her orgasm. Chapter 5 – afterglow Jerome’s entire weight rested on his beautiful young bride. Both were panting, desperately trying to get enough oxygen to let their bodies return to normal. Angela’s head fell to one side, as the grip of her legs around Jerome relaxed and her heels slowly slipped past him until they rested on the floor. “Wow!” What a beautiful thing for Jerome to say! Angela’s glorious smile returned as she felt loved and appreciated. She turned her face back and gently rubbed a cheek against Jerome who lay inert above her. “Yeah. Wow!” There was nothing more she could say. And it definitely was a ‘wow’! “That was incredible!” “Yeah, it was.” “Wow!” Breathing hard, they lay kissing each other. Eventually, Jerome rolled to one side. After disposing of the condom, he rolled to his back beside is wife. Angela rolled to him and climbed on top of him, letting him support her weigh the same as she had supported his a few moments before. Her arms were still in the sleeves of her bathrobe, so effectively her robe covered them both as she lolled on top of him. “Jerome?” she asked, her face beside his. “Mmmmm?” he responded, his eyes closed, totally relaxed but not sleepy. He really enjoyed the feeling of his wife’s bare body on top of his. “That was wonderful! I loved it. I love you! But I have to ask a question. Having sex wasn’t the only reason you married me, was it?” As quickly as her question had been asked, she knew that she shouldn’t have asked it. Or at least not now. Then, suddenly apologetic, she raised her concerned face so she could see his eyes. “I mean, it was wonderful, and it’s alright if that is why you married me. But I was just wondering. I . . . .” Jerome gave his wife a smile that ran from ear to ear. Deep in his heart he blessed Mr. Johnson. That man seemed to have anticipated every worry that he or Angela might have. He had even anticipated this question. Jerome gave the answer suggested by Mr. Johnson. Not simply because it was a good answer, but because Jerome truly felt that this was the correct and only answer he had for his wife. “No,” he whispered, his eyes looking deep into Angela’s eyes. “No, wanting to make love with you isn’t the only reason I married you.” After a hesitation he concluded. “But it is one of the reasons I married you.” Angela absorbed the answer. She smiled and let her face drop beside him, pressing her cheek against his. She couldn’t have wanted any better answer! That was exactly the way it should be! Lying on top of her husband, her legs limply beside his hips, she felt him stir beneath her. Was he growing hard again? Gooood! They still had six nights in this cabin. But then they were going somewhere else and it would be two weeks before they had to return home. Angela smiled. Steve’s wife had really put her foot in it when she made that remark about ‘seven days’. Idly, Angela speculated as she felt Jerome stirring more beneath her. Yes, he was definitely becoming harder! She smiled as the thought teasingly crossed her mind, “now what do you suppose that means?” She was still a little sore, but it was a good sore. Jerome kissed her cheek, and she snuggled against him. She wondered if seven days would make a hole weak. She doubted it. But somehow, she suspected that she and Jerome would find out. The end. # # # You are encouraged to vote. Fives are always best! Feedback is welcome and accepted at the link below.