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Wedding Night

By: IL



"Da da da-da", James hummed the wedding march as he carried Anna across the threshold of their hotel room. He smiled at Anna and his face lit up, he'd never been this happy in his entire life. Anna was crying in his arms and giggling uncontrollably at the same time, thinking to herself how lucky she was, and praying it wasn't a dream.

They had just been married in a beautiful ceremony held in a marquis outside the hotel, the sun had shone, blossom had fallen on them like warm snow from the cherry trees above them. James had worn a dark grey suit with a cream waistcoat and cravat. Anna's outfit had taken James's breath away - he hadn't been allowed to see it before the ceremony. She wore a dress composed of an Ivory corset with a cowl neck and lace up back and a slinky ivory satin skirt, finished off by strappy sandals, white satin versions of the black strappy sandals James loved her to wear. Her hair had been done up, with tendrils escaping here and their to caress the soft pale skin of her cheek.

Anna’s father had escorted her to the end of the aisle where she stood next to James and left to sit by her mother. Anna and James stood staring at each other and grinning at like idiots for what seemed like an eternity - yet it was over so soon. Soon they were repeating vows to each other, both crying as they did so (James wasn't sure whether he wept for joy or for his bank account)

And now here they were, reclining on their hotel bed in their wedding outfits, gazing at each other once more. James lifted himself up to lie on his side, resting on one arm. 'So' he said to his new wife, 'what are you wearing under there?' 'Why don’t you take a look?' Anna replied with a wry smile, 'You own half of it now'. 

James dipped a finger into his wife’s cleavage and traced the neckline of her dress, his smile seemed to make his face glow as he reached down and slid his hand up from her ankle to her thigh, letting the silky fabric of her skirt slide along the soft nylon covering his wife’s legs. 'Please' he thought to himself 'let them be stockings', when he felt lace, rather than nylon, on her thigh and then bare flesh above his arousal overtook him. His cock, which had been semi-erect before suddenly became rock hard, and he knew he was going to enjoy their first time together as man and wife. 'I love stockings' he thought aloud.

At her husbands unexpected outburst of approval, Anna laughed. From the moment they had gotten serious about each other and realised where the relationship was heading James had talked about their wedding night, or more specifically Anna’s wedding night lingerie. As she chose he outfit Anna had thought to herself, 'this is something you only do once - what sort of a wife would I be if I disappointed my husband on our first night together?’ She had chosen her outfit accordingly, thinking of all the conversations they had had about what would be under that dress, which always ended up with them making love until they both cried out in passion. She wasn't going to disappoint him.

James was disappointed as he lifted the satin skirt as high as it would go to reveal her entire lower body to him.....panties....he had thought she go commando for her wedding, but then again, his wife was a dedicated Christian, and he should have known that she'd never go without underwear in front of a man of God. Anna moaned and shifted her hips on the bed as James kissed her thighs, first outer, then teasingly, tantalisingly slowly moving to her inner thighs. She gasped as James’s warm breath crept through her lace panties and warmed her hardened clit. He was so near, yet so far. Instinctively she parted her thighs to attract him to where she wanted him to be, and that’s when she heard him moan, a deep beautiful sound from the depths of his throat which conveyed his arousal and heightened hers. Of course, she thought, he's only just realised they're crotch-less.

James could not help but let out a moan when the two sides of Anna's lacy panties parted to reveal her moist slit. The sight was exquisite. He gently moved two fingers over Anna's intimate lips, feeling the warmth, the wetness, and her hard little clit pointing up, pushing its hood back, begging to be touched. Anna shuddered at the intimate touch of his cold fingers, and sighed, as James moved his face back down to between her thighs and touched her sensitive little button with his tongue. 'Oh honey' she moaned as she stroked the back of his head. James certainly knew what to do with that tongue of his and she knew from experience he'd have her screaming in minutes. He parted her pussy lips with his fingers and pushed on her clit with his tongue, then he sucked the sensitive little pebble into his mouth, sucking and gently nibbling, then withdrawing and pushing it with his tongue again, pushing then sucking, pushing then sucking, faster and faster to match the speed at which his darling was bucking and squirming on the bed grunting, moaning, crying his name, telling him not to stop, pushing her hips into his face hold the back off his head but then her arms would fly back to grip the headboard then move again to grab the bed sheets in fistfuls as she bit her lower lip but soon she could no longer restrain the scream and it left her as she threw her head back in ecstasy.

James was up on his hands and knees over his wife kissing her and holding her beautiful face as soon as she had come. She could taste herself on his lips and loved it, greedily running her tongue on his lips and in his mouth to get every drop. 'My turn?' she asked, reaching down and sliding her hand down the front of his dress trousers, gripping his hard cock. 'I want to taste you now'. 'No' he replied 'I need your pussy baby' 

She wasn’t about to complain, although don't get me wrong she loved giving head, but after James’s work she needed to be fucked, she was ready. James pushed his trousers and boxers down, leaving them bunched round his ankles, unable to remove them completely because of his shoes. Anna took off the crotch-less panties (pretty and all but they do get in the way) and pushed up her satin skirt to reveal her stockings held up by a lacy white suspender belt and one thigh adorned with a blue garter. James moaned at the sight and leaned forward, resting his cock against Anna’s clit, causing her to squirm so that it would rub her more. James reached into Anna’s corset top while he teased her (and himself) with the location of his prick, and pulled her breasts over the top, making her hard little nipples visible and ready for his mouth. To horny to continue teasing he looked his wife in the eyes, and as he sank his thick warm prick into her tight cunt, he spoke to her 'I love you Mrs Wayford'. Her pussy gripped his dick as it slid in, and they both moaned in relief and release. Everything felt right when they were together like this - it’s how it’s meant to be. James started thrusting into Anna increasing his pace - they both liked it hard and fast, as he thrust he leaning forward and sucked on Anna’s nipples as she caressed her own breasts. He leaned back and placed Anna’s ankles on his shoulders, a position guaranteed to get her off, and thrust harder, faster as his wife’s cries became louder, and louder. She tore at his back desperate to feel his flesh give way under her nails but finding only fabric, it didn't matter; she was too far-gone to care. Her orgasm was building, she could feel the familiar tingle in her abdomen, radiating from her g-spot which the tip of James’s cock was pounding relentlessly, her clit was twitching from the glorious electricity that sparked from the most private parts of her body and, as though he had been reading her mind James found the delicate bud with the rough pad of his thumb and he started to rub her. Anna went over the edge, her eyes shut tight, her head back, her teeth clenched, she gripped the bed sheets and screamed his name. 

They quickly changed positions and Anna climbed on top of James and began to rock back and forth, as James jack hammered into her from below. Anna rested her head on James’s shoulder as he fucked her, and whispered in his ear all the dirty things he loved to hear during sex. How she'd love it if another girl joined them, how the other girl would sit on his face while Anna sat on his cock, how the girl would licked both his cock and her pussy while they fucked. It was too much for James, the images in his head, the feeling on his prick, he could feel it, it was going to happen....any....second................

'I'm......going......to.....'

Anna needed no further warning, and somewhat uncharacteristically, she jumped off his cock. James was confused but then his cock was warm again. She'd taken his whole length into her warm wet mouth and was sucking on him as his orgasm came. He shot his cum deep into her mouth and she swallowed every drop. Cleaning his cockhead when he'd finished. She climbed up the bed and lay next to her dishevelled - but still very handsome husband, who suddenly looked at his watch in a panic.

'We'd better get ready for the reception', and with a quick kiss, he jumped up, ran into the en suite and started running them a bath. Anna laid back, a smile on her face; she raised her left hand to her face where she could take a better look at the ring that adorned her ring finger. 'Yup' she said to herself, 'I could get used to this'. When James came back into the room to strip for the bath, she looked into his eyes, and knew that she was going to be happy for the rest of her life.

THE END

Wedding Night



Keep smiling, Carol Cronin thought. Just keep smiling.

In just a week, she would be married, and it was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. Right now, she and Brad were surrounded by friends, relatives, and well-wishers as the rehearsal dinner was winding down. 

I should be glowing with happiness, she thought. Everything's perfect. We have this wonderful hotel, great food, everyone's laughing and talking and having a good time. Except me.

Upcoming nuptials should be joyful, but Carol felt empty. Deep down she knew why, but was unwilling to admit it to herself.

"Are you okay, honey?" Brad asked.

"Just a little tired, that's all." She brushed a loose strand of blonde hair out of her eyes.

"Poor darling." He gave her a small smile. "You have so much to do, and I'm useless."

"Oh, don't say that. You've been doing plenty."

"Not having second thoughts?"

"Only about dessert."

He laughed, and rose to mingle with the guests. Carol toyed with the food on her plate, and decided she needed some air.

"Brad, I'm going up to my room."

"I could join you," he said, his eyes gleaming with hope.

Carol shook her head. "Not until the wedding night."

"I know, I know."

Carol left the banquet hall and strode toward the lobby. All eyes were on her, and why not? Golden tresses danced around her shoulders, a snug emerald gown clung to every perfect curve, and her neckline plunged to plenteous cleavage.

Carol glanced into the restaurant for a second and her jaw dropped. She stopped in mid-stride and took a longer look. Could it be? Carol took a closer look at the man sipping a glass of wine as he waited to pay for the dinner he had just finished. She walked over to his table.

"Dad?" she said softly.

"Oh, my God."

Carol had not seen Jerome Cronin since the trial seven years ago, when she was twenty. Prison had greyed the once-blond hair so like her own, and diminished his once gregarious personality, but he had kept fit over the years, and her heart thrilled at seeing him again. She wanted to embrace him, but he stiffened. And they had once been so close, as close together as two people can be …

"I'm sorry, Carol," he said. "I had no idea you were here, otherwise--"

"Please Dad, it's been so long," Carol pleaded. "I'm getting married next week. We're just finishing up the rehearsal dinner."

"That's wonderful, honey. I wish I could be there to give you away, but that damn no-contact order-- If anyone sees us together, I could get five years. I had no idea you were here. The only reason I am is because it's close to the airport. I'm leaving tomorrow morning."

"Dad, please! Who has to know? I don't know anybody here, it's all Brad's family and friends."

"What does he know about us?"

"I told him you were in prison, but I never told him why."

"Good girl."

"I love you, Dad. I never thought of myself as a victim, no matter what the prosecutor said."

"Oh, Carol, if only--"

Carol placed her fingers on his lips, silencing him. The very touch sent electric shivers through her body.

"I understand, Dad," she said. "But don't you at least want to see me in my wedding gown before you go?"

He smiled. "Of course, dear. Are you staying in this hotel?"

Taking his hand, Carol led her father through the lobby to the elevator. Once the doors closed, at last, they embraced, and as the car rose to Carol's floor, their fingers gently intertwined.

"I've missed you, Carol."

"I've missed you too, Dad."

Carol ducked into the bathroom to change gowns, memories of her affair with her father so long ago coming back to life. The authorities never listened to her, and she still cursed herself for keeping that diary her mother found, the diary that brought her castle in the clouds crashing to earth.

For seven years, there was no word. Her letters to him were returned, and she was not allowed to visit him. Carol never thought she'd see Jerry again, and now, the miracle had happened.

Carol stepped back out into the room. The white satin gown had a daring neckline that dipped low enough to show just a hint of cleavage, and the rest outlined her curves to the waist; from there the long, flowing fabric dipped to the floor so that when Carol moved, it appeared as it she were floating.

Jerry stared at her, rapt.

"Like it, Dad?"

"It's beautiful, honey. Just like you. Let me get a closer look."

With that he rose, took Carol's hands and she twirled for him, a twinkle in her dazzling hazel eyes, a genetic gift from her mother. They gazed at one another for a moment, and then their eyes locked.

"Oh, Carol …"

In that moment, they both knew nothing had changed. Carol's lips parted as her father drew her close, and when they kissed, time and tragedy melted away. How she had missed his kisses, his caresses! He drew her tongue into his mouth and gently mingled it with his own.

"My darling, my darling," Jerry whispered. "How I've dreamed of you!"

"Kiss me again, Dad."

Now the edge of his teeth nibbled gently down her neck as Carol pressed her body close to his. Jerry's dick, stiff, hard and hot, seemed to burn the fabric between them. Carol ground her rapidly moistening pussy against it, her breath coming in short, passionate bursts.

"Dad! Dad!" she cried.

Jerry's fingers found the gown's zipper, and the soft fabric parted. Carol stepped back, letting the gown drop, revealing the perfect, soft cantaloupes that were her breasts, the nipples like cherry pits, as stiff and demanding as Jerry's cock.

As Carol nearly swooned, Jerry gathered them in his palms, his eyes ablaze with lust.

"Oh, honey, they're just like I remember them," he said. "They're ideal, they're--"

"Bite them, Dad!"

Jerry dipped his head and drew one of the fiery nipples into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth. Carol started pulling his clothing apart; when he looked up at her, he kissed her again, and their fingers flew as they removed each other's clothing.

Naked now, except for Carol's white four-inch high heels, Jerry led his daughter over to the bed. Their mouths met again as they caressed each other, their bodies becoming familiar again.

Carol's fingers closed around Jerry's long red cock. 

Could it be longer than I remember? she thought as she stroked it, its heat almost scorching her palm, its throbbing matching her own heartbeat. Lower now, cupping his tight hot balls.

"Keep doing that and you'll bring me off too soon," he gasped.

"We have all night," she replied, and then swooped down, taking his cock into her mouth in one quick gulp.

"Carol!" he cried, falling back on the bed.

Carol bobbed her head fiercely on his stiff rod, her golden hair spilling over his groin, her jiggling breasts bouncing on his thigh.

Jerry lifted her face and maneuvered underneath her, positioning her pussy above his lips. Drops of dew splashed on his chin as be extended his tongue.

Carol shivered. How she had missed this! Brad never gave her any head; he found it distasteful.

"Dad!" she cried as his tongue parted her pussy lips and began to probe inside her hot, damp cunt. Finding her clit with his free hand, Jerry gave her dual stimulation with fingers and tongue.

When the first spasms began, Carol lifted her face from her father's cock. She bucked her pussy against his chin, muffling his grunts and cries.

"Arrgh!" she barked. "Uh! More! Dad! More! Aagh!"

Two, three orgasms shook her body as she drenched her father in pussy juice. He stopped licking her to catch his breath, and she took the opportunity to turn around on the bed and nestle in his arms.

"Oh, Dad, you're just as good as ever," Carol purred. "I haven't come that hard since the last time we--"

"I know," he whispered, and kissed her again. "You're so beautiful, Carol."

Jerry pressed their bodies together. Carol eased onto her back and parted her smooth tan thighs. Jerry positioned himself above her, his prick at the ready. Carol arched her back and the throbbing tip slipped in. Carol shuddered with pleasure as Jerry sank slowly into her steamy depths.

"I love you," Jerry whispered as he maneuvered inside his daughter. "I've wanted this again for so long."

"I need your cock!" Carol cried.

Jerry didn't need to be told twice. As he rammed his rod deep inside, Carol began to respond, another orgasm building quickly. Jerry grunted and humped away. Carol wrapped her legs around his, her high heels digging into the mattress.

As their bodies thrashed on the bed, as they held each other tight in lustful embrace, Carol knew her world had changed forever. Before today, she thought she could let her love for Jerry recede into the past as a tragic memory. But fresh thrills of passion rolled over Carol with every thrust of Jerry's cock. Carol loved him like no other and would never let him go.

"Dad! Dad!" she cried. "Uh! Uh!"

Jerry's eyes blazed with years of pent-up lust, tinged with just a hint of disbelief that, at last, he was in Carol's arms again. His head descended, and their mouths ground together. Whenever Dad did that while making love, Carol knew, it was a sign that he was about to blow his wad. The thought triggered Carol's next orgasm, and then Jerry snapped his head back.

"Arrhh!" he howled, his face a bright crimson, his eyes closed.

Then Carol felt it, the hot streaks deep in her pussy as Jerry blasted his sperm into her. Years of constrained passion, longing and sexual frustration found sweet release at last as his cock continued to pound into the horny young woman.

"Yes, Dad! Yes!" Carol barked. "Give it to me! Give it all to me!"

One last thrust to the hilt, and Jerry stopped, the last of his sperm leaping from his cock into Carol's clamping cunt.

They kissed again, gently, and fell apart, spent for the moment.

"Dad, you've never been this good," Carol sighed as she nestled in his arms, her head on his shoulder.

"Will I ever see you again?" Jerry asked. "What happens after you get married? What do we do then?"

"I'm not going through with it," Carol replied. "I think this was my real wedding night."

"What?"

"You said you were flying somewhere tomorrow. Where are you going?"

He hesitated, then said, "Switzerland."

"Why?"

"Years ago, I stashed a couple of hundred thousand in a Swiss account. I never told your mother, and a good thing I didn't, otherwise I'd be in worse trouble now. I've set up a separate identity. I'm going to disappear."

"But Dad, why?"

"If I stay here, I have to register as a sex offender, live under all kinds of parole conditions, and never, ever see you again. I used to be a doctor, and now I'd be lucky to get a job emptying bedpans. The last seven years have been hell, Carol. I didn't know if you were alive or dead, how you felt about me, or if you cared about me once they put me away."

"I'm going with you," Carol said. "You need someone to take care of you, Dad. Someone to love you. I can't marry Brad after this. We can both have new identities. Don't leave me now."

With that, Carol kissed her father again, even as her skilled slender fingers coaxed his cock back to life.

"Got your passport?" he asked as Carol straddled his thighs.

"Uh-huh," she whispered as she guided Jerry's newly erect prick between her pussy lips. "I love you, Dad."

His reply was lost as Carol rocked gently on his cock, never to be denied again.

END



Wedding Night



Samantha and I met at a social gathering and hit it off almost immediately. Within weeks, we were a serious couple. We had similar interests (though differing opinions) and really got along well with each other. In no time at all, we both knew we were falling in love. In spite of Her great beauty, what I valued most were Her intelligence and Her sense of humor (often indicative of great intelligence.)

I’m sure my marriage proposal did not come as a complete surprise to Samantha. But Her response to me was certainly unexpected. She explained that She loved me dearly and would be very happy to marry me were it not for one problem. I asked Her to explain.


"Our sex life is not completely fulfilling for me," She explained. This came as a shock to me as I (typical male) hadn't noticed any problems. "I mean I love it when you worship My Asshole and My Pussy but I don't enjoy providing you with oral sex. And let's face it, your cock isn't enough to satisfy any woman.

"I never mentioned anything to you because in every other way our relationship is perfect. And as long as we weren't married, the situation wasn't permanent. Up to this point I've been faithful to you but I can't spend the rest of my life making love with a tiny cock like yours.

"If I agree to marry you, I insist on complete control of our sex life. That means, as payback for all the inadequate sex you've been providing me, I will no longer be a one-man woman. I will sleep with whomever I desire, man or woman, You, on the other hand will do any and everything I desire, no matter how you feel about it. If you truly love me, you will prove it by accepting me as your Mistress and ruler of your sex life -- till death do us part. Agreed?"

What could I say? I loved Her and couldn't bear to be without Her. "Yes my love, I will do anything you ask of me."

"Well, then the answer is YES. I'd love to marry you. And until the day we are married, our sex life will be as it always has been. But remember, when we make our vows on the altar, you will be making a silent vow to obey me in all sexual matters for the rest of your life. I will not back down on this. Refusal on your part, at any time, will result in divorce. Understood?"

"Yes my love."

Believe it or not, despite the conversation that had just transpired, I was on cloud nine - I couldn't have been happier. Maybe this is what I always wanted. Who knows?

What I do know is that for the term of our engagement, not another word was mentioned about our future sex life. As for our present sex life, I did my best to please Samantha but she was never overbearing or demanding. She remained faithful to me and continued to allow me to make love to Her.

Two nights before our wedding (according to superstition, we would not see each other again until we met on the altar) Samantha reminded me of our agreement and asked if I still wished to comply.

"Yes, most certainly."

"Well then, tonight is the last time you will make love to me for quite some time. In terms of your sexual activity, consider this our wedding night. But I will make it extra special for you if you agree to one additional condition."

"Of course my love, what is it?"

"Underneath your tuxedo, I want you to wear a pair of my worn pink panties and a pair of pink pantyhose. Can you handle that?"

"Of course."

And then we made love like never before. I’d like to think Samantha enjoyed it as well. If not from the physical stimulation then perhaps from the knowledge that She would henceforth and forever more, control when, if, and how I would achieve future orgasms.

The next day was a blur, running errands and tying up loose ends. I had our best man pick up our luggage and deliver it to our honeymoon suite so that we wouldn't have to bother with it on our wedding night. As for the wedding itself, it went off beautifully. When we got into the limo (we had our own limo all to ourselves) Samantha ordered me to kneel in front of her and pull down my pants.

"I'm glad to see you wearing your panties and pantyhose. Pull them down for me so I can install your chastity device. I got you a cb-2000 because it is plastic — you'll have no problem wearing it through the airport.

"Get used to wearing it. Aside from the times I grant you permission to ejaculate or when it is removed for cleaning, it is to remain locked on you. How often it comes off depends on your behavior and my whim though I'm sure we can find time for you to release at least once on our honeymoon.

"But, while I'll be having multiple orgasms tonight, you will remained locked in your cb-2000. And you will obey every command I give you. Tonight is more than our first night of marriage -- it is a test to see if you are a man of your word.

"Now open that bottle of champagne and let's celebrate"

And we drank our champagne as the limo whisked us to our reception. Just before we got there, Samantha asked me to give her my glass. Pulling her panties aside, she placed the glass below Her Pussy and filled it with Her Golden Nectar. As She handed me the glass She said:

"I'm sure you don't want your new Bride to use a cold, unsanitary, public restroom when she has her gallant personal urinal kneeling before her?"

"No Mistress, I’d be honored to serve you in this manner" and then I gulped down the heavenly beverage She had provided for me.

"Not so fast...in the future you will learn to savor My Nectar." And with that She spit into my mouth before we exited the limo.

After the reception, we went to the hotel. Our suite was on the 15th floor so we took the glass elevator. Once inside the glass vehicle, Mistress ordered me to kneel as she placed a collar around my neck and attached a leash to it. When the elevator doors opened Samantha pulled me along with the leash while I crawled on my hands and knees to keep up with her. When we got to our room, Samantha sat on my back and rode me like a pony as we crossed the threshold.

Once inside, Samantha ordered me to remove my shirt and my undershirt. Opening up her suitcase, She removed a black bra. "Come over here" She ordered. I did as She said and suddenly I felt her putting the bra on me.

"OK, now put a white shirt on." You could clearly see the outline of the bra under my shirt.

"As you know, I'm going to have sex tonight. I've already chosen my lover. But I have two problems. First, he wants a blowjob and you know how I hate to do that. And second, he wants to have anal sex, which I refuse to do. That's where you come in.

"I want you to go to the bar and order a drink. When the waitress arrives with your drink, ask her where the men's room is. After she's left, take a cocktail napkin and go to the men's room. Enter one of the stalls, closing (but not locking) the door behind you. Place your cocktail napkin so that it straddles the top of the door.

"The next man to enter that stall will be my lover. You are to suck his cock until he shoots his sperm all over your face. Do not refuse this...I'm sure you don't want our marriage getting off on the wrong foot.

"I will be sitting at your table waiting for your return. You are to step out of the bathroom and return to your seat. Heaven help you if your face isn't covered in sperm. Do I make myself understood?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Then get going."

And so, after having to endure the glares of all the patrons in the bar, especially the beautiful waitress who delivered my drink, I made my way to the Men's room. As instructed, I closed the stall door and placed my cocktail napkin on top of the door. I then sat down and waited for Mistress' lover to enter.

I tried to imagine whose cock I’d be sucking? Would I enjoy it, would he enjoy it? What would he taste like? Would I please My Mistress?

After several false alarms, the door to the stall opened. Mistress had chosen a young stud. Dennis couldn't have been more than 21 years old and had the looks of a classic mid western farm boy, kind of wholesome. Until I noticed his skintight jeans couldn't hide what looked to be a nine inch one eyed monster.

"I want you to know that I'm not gay. But I love to get my cock sucked and I can't wait to make love to your wife — especially on your wedding night. Now get to work!"

I reached out and pulled him towards me. With a shaking hand, I unsnapped his jeans and then I hesitated. This was a turning point. If I maintained my strict heterosexual orientation I would lose Samantha. She promised that She'd divorce me if I disobeyed me. As She also said, this was a test to see if I was a man of my word.

It really wasn't that difficult of a choice. Suck another man's cock or lose all contact with the Woman I loved.

"What's the delay? I thought I gave you an order!"

As I opened my mouth to answer him, he shoved his mammoth cock into my mouth. Suddenly I was filled with his massive shaft. I could feel his pulse on my tongue. His cock tasted wonderful and I loved the texture as it slid in and out of my mouth. Indeed I felt a sense of regret when he removed his cock from my mouth. But I knew what to do next to please my Mistress. I closed my mouth and moved my face into position to receive Dennis' sperm.

Now I know what the expression "hot & heavy" means. I felt spurt after spurt of his glorious come hit my face, coating every square inch with Dennis' sperm.

Dennis waited in the men's room as I left to meet my Mistress. On the way to our table I ran into the waitress who had served me earlier. One glance at my face and her smile was soon replaced by a look of contempt and utter disgust. Mistress, on the other hand, had a very different reaction...She laughed. "Looks like Dennis missed a spot," She said as She spat on my face, covering the one millimeter Dennis missed. "Now get up to the 15th floor and wait on your knees by the elevator for Dennis and I to return. I expect to see Dennis' gift hardening on your face the next time we meet."

"Yes Mistress."

And so I waited on my knees by the elevator for over an hour. Finally my Mistress and her Lover emerged from the elevator. "Follow us on your hands and knees, slave."

When they got to the door, they held each other in a passionate embrace and kissed deeply. Mistress broke the embrace to issue an order.

"Get your head under my dress. You won't find any panties there. Instead, I want you to stick your tongue in My Asshole and keep it there." She then resumed Her passionate embrace. Finally Mistress ordered me to remove my tongue and the three of us entered the suite. I was stripped, handcuffed and ordered to kneel by the side of the bed. The bed was not empty for long as Mistress and Her Lover soon were making love right before my eyes...what a lucky slave I was.

I also got to hear something I obviously had never heard before: the sounds of my Mistress' orgasm. These were sounds that I had been unable to elicit from Samantha. I truly felt a sense of sorrow that She had been denied such joy for so long. And I felt truly blessed that She still had married me. I would do anything for Her happiness.

Finally after an hour and at least 7 orgasms for Samantha, it came to an end. With my Mistress on top, Dennis finally ejaculated. Samantha rolled over onto Her back and ordered Dennis to release me so that I could clean his cock.

After a few minutes of this Mistress noticed that Her Lover was once again erect.

"Slave, kneel between my legs and clean My Pussy. I want it to be sperm free. As a reward, I'm going to allow Dennis to rape your asshole."

"Thank you Mistress," as I began to extract another man's sperm from my Wife's Pussy. I wouldn't rest until She was clean and I could once again taste Her lovely ambrosia.

Meanwhile Dennis was ramming his cock into my asshole. It hurt like hell but once it was in, my body adjusted to it and I began to love it. I had never felt anything so great as this. Alas it was over all too soon. Just as I had removed the last vestiges of Dennis' sperm from Samantha's pussy, I felt spurt after spurt of Dennis' sperm shooting into my asshole. It felt wonderful and I was truly sorry when he removed his cock from inside of me.

Dennis had to leave but Mistress told me to stay on the bed, lying on my stomach with my head resting on a pillow. She got up to walk Dennis to the door and give him a good night kiss.

After the door closed, I heard Samantha rummaging around in one of her suitcases.

"Get up on all fours, spread your legs and face the wall slave. And not one word from your mouth."

Mistress then got up on the bed behind me. Soon I felt something poking my asshole...She was wearing a strap on and She began to fuck me, thus truly consummating our marriage vows. Every so often She would withdraw and have me lick Dennis' sperm off her strap on. When She tired, She simply collapsed on top of me with the strap on still inside of me. As I drifted off to sleep, I reflected on my day. I realized how lucky I was...this was going to be a great marriage.



Wedding Night



This is a work of fiction. No reference to real persons is intended. It contains strong, non-traditional sexual imagery and language. If you don't like this kind of thing, don't read it. (FF, MF, NC, Bond)

* * * * * Start of Story * * * * *

It was love at first sight.

Well, almost.

It would be more accurate to say, she fell in love with him one piece at a time. The first time she saw him, she fell immediately and deeply in love with his ass.

He was huddled with the director over some documents. And his butt was framed so nicely against his slacks she couldn't help but notice. It was firm and athletic; not too fat; not too thin. She could actually see his muscles ripple as he shifted weight. Nice.

When he stood, she loved his dark wavy hair and then his broad shoulders. He reached for a pen; she loved his strong aristocratic hands. And so it went. She couldn't seem to look away. Everything she saw she liked. By the time he'd finished with the director she thought he had the most incredible body she had ever seen. 'So he'll probably have the face of a dog,' she thought with regret.

But when he turned he was more handsome than she could have imagined. His face combined boyish good looks with tremendous strength of will. And he looked so cute as he scanned the room obviously searching for something. He smiled. She melted. Until she realized he was smiling at her.

Caught!

Turning beet-red she quickly looked down, busying herself in the work she was supposed to have been doing.

A few moments later she heard a voice clearing itself in front of her desk. It was him.

"It seems we're going to be working together on the new project." He had the most beautiful masculine voice she'd ever heard. And he didn't seem to notice her flushed appearance and lack of composure. Or he pretended not to.

It was the start of a wonderful friendship.

For several weeks they simply worked together. She loved his competence and friendly manner. It was all strictly professional. Then one night after working late he took her out for dinner. They ate. She talked. He listened. He was a wonderful listener. They had meals together quite often after that.

Somewhere along the line she decided that he was the one. This was the man she was going to marry. She flushed at her own thoughts. This was so . . . so . . . bold of her. It was almost out of character. But damn it. He was so perfect. She just couldn't let him get away. And the project wasn't going to last forever. And maybe it wasn't so out of character after all. She had never been pushy, but whenever she'd really wanted something -- and put her mind to it -- she'd gotten what she was after. And he definitely *was* the one.

So she plotted. She schemed. She invited him to her apartment for dinner.

The evening went well. But again, she did all the talking and he did all the listening. And he wasn't making any moves. She wondered if he might be gay. So she asked.

He laughed and assured her he wasn't gay.

"You're not wearing a ring," she observed.

"No," he said with a mischievous grin. "No wife, no fianc‚e." Then his face took on a curious expression which she couldn't read. "But I'm not quite what you might expect, either."

"What do you mean?" she asked with interest. This would be a breakthrough. He had never talked about himself before.

He looked like he was about to tell her and then seemed to change his mind. He just laughed again. There was music in his laughter.

Now he was not only the most beautiful man she had ever met. He had also become a mystery. And she just loved a mystery. It somehow made him that much more desirable and herself that much more determined. For now she knew she was truly in love.

Weeks past. Time was running out. She'd had him over to dinner several times but he still hadn't made a pass at her and still he wouldn't tell his secret. She began to wonder if he might be a spy. But what kind of secret agent spent weeks doing dull paperwork? The mystery only deepened.

And despite the fact that he'd never made any moves, despite the fact he'd gently turned aside the few moves she'd made toward him, despite his perfect gentlemanliness, she was convinced he was attracted to her as well. He must have found her desirable. Why else would he spend all his free time with her? But when the final few days of the project were clearly in sight, she had the panicky feeling that it would soon be over and he would walk out of her life forever.

Just when it seemed there was no hope left, he invited her over to his place for dinner. She'd never seen his apartment before. There had been an unspoken understanding between them that his private life was not a subject for discussion. She didn't even have his home phone number. And now he was inviting her in. She just knew something important was going to happen.

She was surprised how ordinary everything seemed to be. Just a nice, normal-looking bachelor's apartment. No spy stuff, nothing unusual at all. But it was clean and comfortable. She liked that but it didn't provide any answers.

They ate. He had prepared everything himself and it was all wonderful. Afterward they sat together in the living room but this time she wasn't about to let him off the hook by doing all of the talking. They sat together in silence. He looked like he was working up the nerve to say something. Or perhaps he was trying to find the right words.

"I know how you feel about me," he said at last. "And I feel the same way about you." Her heart skipped a beat.

There followed a long silence.

"But?" she prompted.

"But I'm not at all what you might expect." He looked up at her with a lopsided grin.

"So tell me," she said.

"That's just it," he said. "I can't."

'Can't or won't?' she wondered.

But studying her face intently he asked, "Would you take me . . . sight unseen, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, for the rest of our lives?"

Her heart caught in her throat. This was so sudden and so completely unexpected.

He continued, "Would you take me to love, to honor, to cherish and to obey? Please don't answer without thinking about it. Would you leave with me right now if I asked? No questions asked. To go where I tell you, to do what I tell you, so long as we both shall live? Would you take me as your husband and become what I want you to be, knowing that you'll receive no explanations or promises from me until after we were married?"

This was so weird. Alarm bells were ringing all across her consciousness. But her hormones and desires were racing far ahead of common sense. And some deep internal voice was assuring her that everything would work out wonderfully. She stood, walked to the big window, and looked out over the city. 'Would she leave with him right now?' he had asked her. She wondered where he would take her.

"Another country," he said in answer to her unspoken question. "When the time comes we will leave and may not come back for years. . . . If ever."

She closed her eyes and searched her feelings. Was this really what she wanted? Was he? 'When the time comes,' he had said. She supposed he would want to leave pretty soon. Probably as soon as the project was completed. And that would mean no fancy wedding. She'd always dreamed of a big wedding. But she realized that what she really wanted was him.

"Yes," she said finally, almost to herself. Turning she looked at him and repeated herself more firmly. "Yes. I'll go were you say, and do what you say, and be whatever you want." She rushed back over to him and hopped into his lap. "For now and forever, until death do us part." And for the first time, they kissed. He was a wonderful kisser. It lasted a long time.

When he finally pulled away he looked at her with a mixture of delight and something else she couldn't identify. Something darker and more mysterious.

"With no questions asked?"

"With no questions asked."

He smiled at her. "Well then, I guess you'd better make wedding plans. We can leave afterwards."

She threw her arms around him and gave him a huge hug. This was perfect. Everything she had ever wanted just seemed to be coming to her.

- - - - -

She was sitting in the hotel bar. She'd been sitting there, nursing her drink, for almost half an hour.

He had asked her to wait while he went up to the honeymoon suite to 'make some arrangements.'

She was so excited she could hardly contain herself. Whatever it was, it was going to be great.

She heard a muffled ring behind the murmured conversation of the other guests. The waitress brought her a house phone. "OK," he said. "Come on up." She found herself trembling with anticipation.

He was waiting at the elevator as the doors opened. So was another man. They were talking.

". . . and you're sure?" the man was asking.

He seemed to ignore the question and instead looked at her with approval as she stepped out of the elevator. "Oh yeah," he replied absently.

The man looked at her with curiosity. "But this is so permanent," he said to no one in particular.

"You worry about the travel arrangements;" he said without heat, "I'll worry about my life." It sounded like the man was an old friend. She wondered why he was there.

"No problem," the man said. "Just call down when you're ready." And with that, he stepped into the elevator and was still studying her with interest as the doors closed.

Nothing was said. They simply walked hand-in-hand to the honeymoon suite.

When he opened the door she was impressed with the size and opulence of the room. The lighting was dim, lit only by the glow of incensed candles. Even by the dim light it was clear that the furnishings were magnificent. But that business of waiting in the bar. Something special had to be going on. She took a few steps and scanned the room trying to spot what it was.

Nothing.

She'd just about decided whatever it was must be in the bedroom as he came up and wrapped his arms around her. He gave her a big hug and nuzzled her ear.

"Mmmmmmm," she said, "that's nice."

He slowly and sensually removed her clothing as he continued to squeeze, kiss and fondle her. By the time he was finished she was stark naked and completely aroused. Her nipples were firmly erect and she could feel the heat between her thighs.

"What about you?" she asked with mock chagrin since he was still dressed.

He stepped back and held his arms out at his sides. His beatific smile was all the invitation she needed. She returned the favor, taking her time and using all her wiles to make him as hot as he had made her.

Soon he was as naked as she was, his pole standing at rigid attention. She sank down to her knees and began sensually sucking him off. This was one of the first tricks he had taught her and one of her best. Their relationship had been non-sexual for such a long time. Then it went through a long period of training. He'd introduced her so many new things -- including bondage. In fact, she'd learned some of her best fellatio techniques in much this same position. On her knees but with her hands bound behind her back.

He made delicious sounds of enjoyment and approval as she worked on his rod. But he pulled her off and up to her feet before he came.

He led her to the bedroom and opened the door. "A special little something just for you," he said.

By now her vision had adjusted to the dimness. And what she saw made her eyes almost pop. There, tied down in the center of the large master bed. There was a naked girl. Even by the light of the flickering candles it was clear she was beautiful. She looked to be in her early 20's. She had long blond hair which was pooled around her head. Her arms had been cuffed together and tied straight up toward the center of the headboard. Her legs were widely splayed and tied to the bottom legs of the bed. Her crotch was pulled wide open and fully exposed. Her breasts were heaving with her labored breathing.

The girl was also wearing a padded gag which she knew from experience would very effectively muffle any sounds she might try to make. But she wasn't trying to make sounds. The girl was studying the two of them with great intensity as she shifted uncomfortably in her bondage.

As she stood in the doorway examining the girl, the man had come up and hugged her gently from behind. He tweaked one of her nipples.

"You like?" he asked almost slyly.

She took stock of her thoughts. In the time they had known each other she had changed so much. She'd learned all about his kinks and he had helped her to release her own. She had been so inhibited when they met. And now.

She turned in his arms and kissed him deeply. And as she did her thoughts were still working furiously. Together they had plumbed the depths of her own kinky fantasies. They'd discovered her deeply buried interest in lesbianism and dominance. But this was so much. She'd never actually been with another woman, although they'd talked about it often enough. This was totally unexpected. For a brief moment she was undecided. But that quickly passed. She knew she would hate herself in the morning if she let this opportunity go by. She broke off the kiss and looked back at the bound girl again.

The girl seemed to hold her breath for a moment and was listening intently.

She knew what she wanted. "I like," she said.

"You might want to be gentle with her," he said. "I think she's a virgin." 

That surprised her. She turned and took a step closer to the girl who flinched at her approach.

She turned back. "A virgin?" she said. "Then wouldn't you . . .?" The thought was left unfinished.

The man smiled at her. "Nonsense," he said. "I've had virgins before. This is your special night. You go first."

They kissed again. She let herself be enfolded by his strong arms. She felt so incredibly loved at that moment. Then she thought again about the girl. Who was she? A virgin? She couldn't be a hooker. Someone he knew? Was it possible she was just some girl he had yanked off of the street? At one time that thought would have repulsed her. But she'd changed so much.

When she turned back to the girl her mind was set and she was wearing a delightfully evil expression. The girl who had been watching intently started to tremble.

She moved in to have a closer look while the man took a seat in the corner.

The girl really was quite beautiful. As pretty as she had looked from across the room, she was absolutely stunning when seen up close. Her face, as near as she could tell around the gag, was that of a fashion model. Her body wasn't exactly athletic, but she was clearly in excellent shape and her curves were luscious. Her arms and legs were long and well formed. And her torso. Ahh that was truly splendid. Fairly large, very round, and very firm breasts. With large firm nipples set off by small very pink areolas. Lovely. A beautiful, well-formed navel. And her pussy. Well, it was hard to tell in that light, but from what she could see, her slit was full and pale and surrounded by a patch of very smooth bare skin. Someone had carefully shaved off all the pubic hair. From the appearance it had been done quite recently. And from the look on the face behind the gag, it had been done by someone other than the girl herself.

She almost reached down and stroked the tender flesh. But that would come in its proper time. Right now she just wanted to savor the moment.

She walked around the right side of the bed. The girl didn't try to turn her head, but simply followed with her eyes.

She reached down and felt the tension in the rope that bound her arms to the top of the bed. Tight. Nice. She wasn't going anywhere. The girl had beautiful hands.

She moved back to the foot of the bed and looked at the girl's feet. They were just as beautiful. She moved to the left corner of the bed and felt the girl's toes. The girl started at the touch.

She slid her hand up over the girl's foot and felt her ankle. Then as she moved up toward the middle of the bed, letting her fingers lightly trace a path along the inside of the girl's leg, past her knee, and along the inside of her thigh. The girl twitched at the unwonted touch.

The bound girl's gaze flicked briefly at the man sitting in the corner and quickly back to the woman who was hovering overhead.

She let her fingers trace a detour around the bound girl's public area. Sitting on the bed, she continued moving her fingers up across the girl's belly and along the side of her closest breast.

"So tell me, Luv," she asked, "are you a Virgin?"

No answer. The girl just continued to stare.

The fingers moved across the breast and gently grasped the nipple.

"Well?"

Still no answer.

She mashed the nipple with considerable force which elicited a muffled yelp of pain from behind the gag. The girl's eyes started watering. Without raising her voice, the woman said, "When I ask a question, you answer."

The girl nodded frantically.

"Yes?" the woman asked without relaxing her grip.

The girl kept nodding and tried her best to wriggle free of the woman's grasp.

"Yes, you understand? Or yes, you're a virgin?"

The girl whined into her gag, jerked around as best she could, and looked frantic.

The woman released the pressure. "Do you understand?"

Another quick nod.

"Are you a virgin?"

The girl shut her eyes tightly and nodded again.

The woman continued her explorations. Having asserted her dominance, she was taking delight in the look and feel of this delightful young girl's body. She explored everything except her crotch. She was saving that for last. She felt the girl's ears around the gag, her face, her neck, her other breast, her arms. She was having a great time simply running her fingers and hands along the various contours of the girl's smooth body.

After a long time at this she removed her hand and used it to feel between her own legs. God, she was wet. The bound girl had opened her eyes and was watching her.

"Fun time," she said to no one in particular. She reached over to feel the smooth skin of the freshly shaved mound of Venus. She could see the girl swallow hard and try not to move at the touch. Slipping her finger downward into the warm slit, she realized the girl was not particularly wet. A little damp perhaps, but probably more scared than aroused.

She smiled and started to rhythmically rub the girl's clit. She knew what she was doing. The man had taught her well. Quite soon the girl was very wet indeed, in spite of herself. She had futilely tried to close her legs. Failing in that, she had closed her eyes again and tried to shut everything out. Now she was making little mewing noises through her nose.

Never stopping her hand movements through the wet folds of the bound girl's private areas, the woman shifted position and climbed up onto the bed. She got up on her knees and leaning down kissed one of the very erect nipples. She was rewarded to hear a muffled betrayal of passion.

She licked. She sucked. She nipped. All the while her fingers continuing to manipulate the tender flesh and little bud nestled within. And as she became aware the girl was getting close to coming, she suddenly stopped. The girl's eyes flew wide open.

The woman stretched and straightened her hair. She got up off of the bed and moved down between the bound girl's legs. Then repositioning herself she lay with her face only a half foot away from the wetly glistening pussy. She knew what she was going to do next, but had never actually touched another clit with her tongue. She looked at the engorged folds of flesh. She squeezed the sides of the pussy cleft and caused the clit to pooch up and out. She drew in deep breath of the other girl's scent and decided she liked it very much indeed.

Leaning forward she gave the little bud a small kiss. Then she stuck out her tongue and gave it a little lick. She found she liked the taste as much as the aroma. And almost without thinking she leaned forward and took up the manipulations with her tongue that she had been doing with her fingers only moments before.




Wedding Night



Within seconds the girl was moaning and humming again.

She stopped. "Do you like that?"

No answer.

She reached up with one hand and felt for a nipple.

"Um hum, um hum." The girl was nodding energetically.

"Don't make me ask you twice."

"Um hum."

More licking. She brought the girl close to orgasm and then stopped again. "Do you really like that?"

"Um hum." There was a plaintive quality to the girl's nasal reply and looking up, the woman saw tears running down the sides of her face.

More licking. She licked slowly and carefully to bring the girl close without tripping her over. She brought a hand down and used her fingers to tickle the sensitive flesh around her vaginal opening and anus. Then when she judged the time was exactly right, when the girl was twitching and writhing in rhythm to her licking and fingering, she grasped the little bud with her lips exerting considerable force and started licking very quickly and very firmly indeed. 

And the girl exploded in her mouth. She hadn't been quite sure what to expect. But this was delectable. The pelvis under her head was bucking and thrashing. And she could feel the pussy flesh pulsing and throbbing under her lips. She drew out the girl's climax for quite some time.

And when the woman was quite satisfied, and the girl half dead, she wiped her face against the girl's inner thighs. Then she sat up and with a self-satisfied tone said, "my turn."

She crawled up over the girl's body and began kissing her breasts and nipples in earnest. While doing so, she positioned her crotch over one of the girl's thighs. One knee was between the girl's legs, the other outside. And she used the girl's upper thigh to stimulate her own clitoris. Her public hair was painting a wet patch on the bound girl's leg as her passions rose.

She felt the man's hand on her shoulder. Looking over she saw he was handing her a strange looking dildo.

"Perhaps this might help," he said lecherously.

She recognized it as an attachment which would fit neatly into the front of the girl's gag. It was one of the things he had shown her in an adult sex shop during an excursion.

She snapped the device into place and enjoyed the look of near horror which came over the bound girl's face.

Taking a nipple firmly in hand, she said, "now you are going to cooperate with me on this, aren't you."

The girl merely made a loud mewing noise as the tip of the dildo darted wildly around.

Sighing, the woman mashed her nipple again.

"Um hum, um hum, um hum." Her tears were flowing freely now and the dildo was bobbing up and down.

"Good." The woman moved up and squatted over the dildo. Taking it carefully in hand, she sank down until it was well buried in her own cunt and she could feel her tender flesh resting against the girl's face. She carefully leaned forward until she was laid out almost flat against the other girl. Her weight was still mostly on her knees and elbows, but she was comfortably working the dildo in and out of her pussy and using the bound girl's nose to stimulate her clit. She found her own breasts were rubbing against the girl's hands.

She stopped and said, "Well? Are you going to help me or not? I don't feel your hands moving."

And as she went back to stimulating herself by fucking the bound girl's unwilling face, she felt the girl using her hands, as best she could, to squeeze and rub her breasts.

After awhile she realized that while it was good, it wasn't good enough. She might eventually bring herself off this way. But she had tongued the girl to a delightful orgasm. The least the girl could do was to thank her properly by responding in kind. She wanted to free her mouth and thought about asking the man first, but what the hell. He said this was her night. It was time to really take the reigns and assert her dominance over this lovely little bitch.

The bound girl hadn't understood why the woman had stopped. She clearly hadn't climaxed yet. What was next?

The woman lifted herself off of the dildo and repositioned herself on the bed next to the bound girl. For a long time she said nothing and simply stroked the girl's face and looked into her eyes.

Then she reached down and firmly grasped a nipple again. The girl trembled visibly and awaited the crushing pain. But the pain didn't come. Instead the woman said, "Slut." The bound girl almost jerked at the epithet. "How would you like to have that gag out of your mouth?"

'What was this?' the girl wondered. She looked over at the man.

Pain! The woman was mashing her nipple again. "Don't look at him! Look at me. And answer my question."

"Um hum," the girl said quickly through her tears.

The pressure relaxed. "Hmmmmm," the woman said. And looking at the bound girl's breast she started palming it. "Nice." Then looking back into the girl's eyes she said, "Here's the drill. I'm going to remove the gag. You will not make a sound. You will NOT look at him again until I'm through with you. You WILL concentrate all your attention on me. Do you understand?"

The girl didn't understand. But she bobbed the dildo again in the affirmative. "Um hum." Her eyes remained fixed on the terrible woman who's hand was still firmly grasping her abused breast.

"You liked the way I licked you, didn't you?"

"Um hum," the girl replied wondering where this was going.

"And you're going to return the favor now, aren't you?"

The bound girl's eyes got big and began to water even more. A brief moment passed and she realized that if she didn't answer quickly she'd get her nipple squashed again. "Um hum."

The woman went back to lightly scratching the girl's breasts. She clearly seemed to be very pleased with the way the conversation had gone. Then she started removing the gag. But just before she took it out she hissed menacingly, "you fuck with me and I'll make you wish you were never born." There was an intense moment of silence as their eye's locked. "Understand?"

"Um hum."

And then the gag was out. The bound girl breathed deeply through her mouth and made a conscious effort NOT to look at the man. Instead she keep her eyes firmly focused on the woman's face. She lost sight of the woman's eyes only when the lowering pussy obscured her vision.

The woman was back in the same position she'd enjoyed before. Half sitting on the bound girl's face, leaning over and having her breasts massaged. But this time, she could feel the little trollop's tongue working in and around her public slit, massaging her clit. She loved the warm feel of the girl's mouth and the gentle, insistent pressure of her lips. It was obvious the girl had no idea what she was doing. But it was just as obvious she was doing the best she could. And that was, after all, the real turn on.

The woman wanted to tease herself. This was even more delicious than she had imagined. She would let herself get close to coming and then back off, rising up off the bound girl's face. The girl would take a few heaving breaths. The woman loved the sound of that. It seemed to intensify the pleasure. 

Then she would sink back and ride the girl's face some more. She did this several times until she reached a crest which was so high and so unexpected that she tripped over, almost without being aware of it. She found herself climaxing with a jarring concussion. She'd come with great wracking sobs and experienced one of the all time best orgasms she'd ever known.

For a long time afterward she merely lay there. The woman quietly basking in the afterglow of her sexual exploit. The bound girl weeping softly into the wet crotch which was still draped over and around her tired mouth.

After awhile, the man came up and helped the woman to unsteady feet. Nothing was said. They just hugged. The bound girl's muffled sobs were a strange accompaniment to the silent couple as they embraced.

The woman thought to herself, 'He was sooo incredible. He was sooo perfect. Sooo good to her.' Then, remembering the girl, she reached over and refitted her with the gag. The girl didn't protest or offer any resistance.

"You OK?" he asked after she had finished with the gag.

"Fabulous," she said.

He smiled down at her.

She smiled back up. "You're leaving soon, aren't you?"

"Later tonight."

She sighed with regret. "You know where to find me."

He smiled again. "I know."

She gave him another huge hug and said, "thank you" into his shoulder.

When they broke off, he patted her butt and pointed her toward the bathroom. She padded off with huge smile of contentment.

He's eyes followed as she left. And he continued to look thoughtfully at the closed bathroom door until well after the shower had started.

The girl on the bed made a plaintive little noise which recalled his attention. She was still crying and her face was quite damp both from tears and from the other woman's juices.

He looked down at her and smiled his best angelic smile. "I haven't forgotten about you." Climbing onto the bed he lay on top of the bound girl and removed the dildo from the gag. He tossed it aside and gently kissed her on the forehead. "You were wonderful." He positioned the head of his now throbbing cock against her tender hole and carefully worked it in and out until he had pushed past the resistance of her maidenhead. Then, burying himself in her for the first time, he proceeded to consummate his marriage.

* * * * * End of Story * * * * *. 



Wedding Night



It was a storybook wedding complete with the horse drawn carriage carrying the bride and groom away from the crowd in front of the church.

Michelle had been planning her big day for over a year and everything had gone off without a hitch.

The newlyweds had their pictures taken at nearby Gage Park and then were whisked to the Chandelier Club for their reception dinner attended by over three hundred guests.

Everyone enjoyed their dinner with the anti-pasta appetizer and the Prime Rib entrée. Then speeches went on endlessly and eventually all began dancing to a wide variety of tunes supplied by Les Battersby the DJ. 

The booze flowed like water and everyone was in cheerful spirits. All too soon it was time for the bride and groom to depart to begin the honeymoon.

Michelle tossed her bouquet which was caught by Donna Stockard, one of her bridesmaids, and off they went.

The plan was the newlyweds were to catch a plane the following morning to take them to a resort in Jamaica. 

Dave White, Paul's best man was driving them to the Constellation Hotel by the airport to spend the night before catching their early flight in the morning. 

It was about a forty-five minute drive to the hotel. There was not much traffic so late at night and Dave's Buick gobbled up the miles at a steady 60 mph. 

Michelle still wore her bridal gown as they checked in. She wanted to wear it as long as she could on this her special day.

The bellhop showed them to their suite carrying there luggage with Paul in tow.

Michelle thought it was strange Dave coming up to the room with them but figured he just wanted to make sure they got settled in alright.

As soon as the bellhop left Paul went to the mini-bar and got him and Dave a shot of whiskey to drink.

It appeared as if Dave was in no hurry to leave.

Michelle was surprised to hear a knock on the door, they hadn't ordered anything from room service?

Paul opened the door and there stood half-a-dozen guys, all guest from her wedding. Four of them being members of Paul's wedding part and the other two a couple of Paul's friends.

"C'mon in guys!" Paul greeted them raising his drink in a salute.

Michelle wondered what the hell was going on with this sudden intrusion of guys on her wedding night.

"Baby, you're going to have a night to remember!" Paul promised her.

Right away Michelle realized what was happening. It was a long time fantasy of Paul's to see Michelle being gang-banged by his horny friends. She had avoided it until now but it looked like time had come for him to get his wish.

"O.K. guys, she's all yours!" Paul grinned as he took a seat to watch the show.

Michelle realized she was going to get little sleep that night. She was now Paul's wife and she had promised to "honor and obey". If this is what her husband really wanted it was her duty to impress his friends with his choice of a wife.

Dave kissed her first. It was not a casual, friendly kiss, but his tongue entered her mouth entwining with hers.

His hand grasped her ass, caressing it in small circular motions enjoying its round firmness.

"Give somebody else a chance!" she heard one of the others exclaim.

As they broke their embrace she felt a hand sliding up her leg beneath her gown.

The hand reached the top of her thigh-high stocking and kept moving upwards until it found her silk covered crotch.

Her attention was diverted by someone unfastening the back of her wedding gown. Button after button popped open allowing the bodice to loosen on her breasts. She felt hands peeling the gown off her shoulders and tugging it down to her waist.

She had carefully selected the white silk half-bra that cupped her breasts for all to see.

The hand moved from her crotch allowing the gown to be pulled over her hips and fall to the floor. She now stood before them in her panties and bra, a pair of white thigh-highs and her white satin covered pumps.

Suddenly someone yanked my panties down over my hips to my ankles revealing my freshly waxed pussy. I was as smooth and soft as a baby's bum in front of my to-be studs.

"Holy fuck!" someone cried out and then the commotion began.

It was a stampede to get their cocks in me.

Cocks came at her from every direction, she had never seen so much stiff meat at one time. Michelle braced herself for the onslaught.

"Easy guys, everybody will get their turn." Dan cautioned the rushing herd of bulls.

Gently Dan took Michelle over to the marriage bed and laid her on it still wearing her stockings and bra.

"O.K. Ralph, you can go first." Dan decreed.

Ralph Declarico was Paul's boss. A middle-age guy with a bit of a paunch and two adorable children Michelle had met.

Uncertainly Ralph approached the sacrifice bride with his cock in his hand.

"Give it to her!" the onlookers cheered.

With Dave holding one of her ankles and Paul the other Michelle lay on her back with her long shapely legs wide open exposing the moist pink between her parted pussy lips. It was too tempting for any man to resist.

Declarico covered the trembling bride and felt his cock slid into her sanctuary.

Michelle' vaginal walls stretched to accept the invader and she instinctively thrust her hips upwards to meet the plunging cock.

Paul and Dan released her ankles once Declarico was fully into her and Michelle's legs wrapped around Ralph's hips pulling him further into her.

Everyone cheered as the couple began to fuck.

Declarico came quickly, blasting his load of sperm into Michelle's hungry fuck hole.

A lineup had formed beside the bed of anxious guys wanting to dip their hard-ons into Paul's new wife.

As Declarico withdrew from Michelle's cock holster Barry Lillicrop stepped up to the plate.

Barry was one of Paul's ushers from the wedding party. About the same age as Michelle and Paul he was betrothed to marry Karen Gardner, one of their very good friends, in the upcoming autumn. Michelle had promised to be a bridesmaid for Karen. 

Barry slipped effortlessly into Michelle's already enlarge tunnel. Declarico's cum lubricated her hole.

Barry's cock felt good in her and Michelle responded by gyrating her hips pulling his cock in eccentric circles as he danced in and out of her.

"Oh yes, screw me!" Michelle moaned as she felt a stirring deep within her belly.

Everyone watched wide eyed as the couple fucked passionately working themselves up to a climax. 

"Give it to her!" Paul encouraged his buddy.

Before her husband's curious eyes Michelle entered the throes of her orgasm with another man fucking her. Her body began to tremble and shake as the ecstasy yanked control of her body from her. 

"Oh my God, I'm coming!!!" she screamed for all the room to hear.

Michelle was taken by one of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced. Spasms shot from her head to her toes causing her to loose control and squirt her juices all over Barry's deeply embedded cock.

"Oh shit! I can't help it. She cried as she bathed Barry's cock in her nectar. 

Barry wasn't complaining, just driving his cock deeper and deeper into her as his sperm spurted from its head.

Michelle was exhausted after her super climax with Barry but relief was not in sight. As Barry withdrew his dripping spent cock from her now sodden fuck hole Ernie Taylor was waiting to take his place.

Taylor was a geeky looking guy, spectacles and all. He was Michelle's age and had had a crush on her since high school days. Michelle liked him as he had an jovial personality but she never had any romantic feelings for him. Now his dream was about to come true, he was going to fuck her!

"Hello Michelle." He said as his cock slid into her.

Michelle was still recovering from her climax with Lillicrop and offered no resistance as Taylor kissed her and started his cock in motion inside of her.

Taylor fucked Michelle's motionless body as she lay with her legs wide spread allowing him to add his sperm to the others.

Taylor came mercifully fast draining his balls into the girl of his dreams.

"C'mon Taylor, we're waiting our turn." Someone hollered as Taylor's cock soaked in Michelle's cunt.

Begrudgingly he climbed off Michelle leaving her open for the next hard cock.

Michelle wasn't even halfway through the lineup of studs when Dave White climbed aboard her.

White was another one of Paul's ushers, a not bad looking guy that worked with Paul at the auto repair shop. Dave had a pretty girlfriend, Candice, and Michelle knew they were fucking.

Dave's cock slipped into her now sloppy cunt with no resistance. Michelle's cunt was throbbing and she could not longer feel the cock in her. 

Dave fucked her as if she were an inflatable doll, hammering his cock in and out of her wet hole until he blasted his load into her to mix with the others'.

Jim Malcolmson and Larry Gooding both had their turns before Dave came in as clean up man. 

Michelle's crotch was coated with a thick layer of glistening white cum. The cum of half-a-dozen men trickled from her pussy and the insides of her thighs were smeared with sperm.

Dave buried his face between Michelle's open legs.

A shiver went up Michelle's spine as Dan's tongue began licking the cum cocktail from her shared chalice. 

Dave licked and sucked her cunt lake a starving dog, scavenging every drop of cum he could find. He licked the insides of her thighs clean and her belly where a few wayward shot had landed.

Paul smiled as his bride had been initiated and would serve him well. Paul had many more men in his mind who would like to mount his wife. 



Wedding Night



The wedding took place in a grand manner. The whole crowd was quite delighted. The Couples were getting tired and exhausted. Yet, the upcoming night for them kept them awake. Both of them were excited and curious. Akash looked quite tall compared to his wife Priya as she stood just a mere 5" in her slender frame. She was wearing a pink colored silk saree with matching pink earrings and slippers. Akash glanced at his wife and gave her a naughty grin. She blushed and her big black eyes faced the floor in utmost shyness. Akash loved the feeling of making this pretty girl blush so much. He poked her hips through her saree which made her yelp loud. But she controlled herself to minimize her noise.

"I think you should try to control your yelps and squeals more often hereafter," Akash said with a grin.

"Don't do this again," Priya scolded him, pretending to be annoyed and poked his ribs.

As it was almost 10:00 P.M. in the night, the guests have started moving out one by one. The emptiness in the marriage hall, gave more space for the couples as they were already getting intimate. 

"Shall we go back to our room?" Akash enquired priya pretending a serious look.

"I know what you are upto, my sweet husband, but our parents will be arriving here soon." Priya said.

"What they have to do with this, Priya?" Akash asked as he took the tip of her pink saree and rolled it between her fingers.

"They will decide whether tonight is our wedding night or maybe after some days." Priya replied back with a sly smile on his face.

"No Way," he blurted out annoyed and sat down in the seat behind him.Priya sat down beside him and held his hands in hers.

"Don't worry. I was just playing around with you, Akash," She said.

Akash suddenly bend forward and planted a quick kiss on her chin and grinned wide.

"Hey..." She squealed as her fingers wiped her chin.

"No one is around, Priya. And I don't need to ask anyone to kiss my wife. Do I?" Akash enquired.

"No," Priya replied blushing and bending her head down.

  ***

I was waiting anxiously in the room for her arrival. The room was filled with a scent of jasmine. The bed and its sides were decorated with flowers all over. I was really excited at the same time equally curious about my first night. I took an apple and ate it slowly to pass the slow moving time. It was almost past half an hour when I decided to go out and look out for pry.

I was greeted by her fully decorated with flowers and jewels all over her curvy body. She looked really pretty in her blue colored silk saree. She faced the floor as her sister nudged her to go inside the room. I smiled and came inside the room.

After a few seconds she entered the room and closed the door behind. She lifted her head up and smiled at me.

"Did I made you wait too much, Akash?" she enquired.

"Not really, Priya..." I blurted out. "Actually...Yes."

She came forward and seat near me on the bed. She took her hands into her palm and cupped it. Her hands were soft and cold. I felt a wave of naughty thoughts running through my mind by her touch. I grinned which she noticed in a glimpse of my face.

"I think I know what you are thinking," she said scanning my expression.

"Oh, really. Tell me, What was I thinking brilliant lady?" I asked her back.

"You thought of something bad and naughty. Didn't you?" She questioned me with a false anger.

I looked into her eyes with a naughty grin as I spoke out,"You are really my perfect wife." 

"But I actually planned to be a good boy tonight for atleast sometime, Priya. I promise." 

"I won't mind even if you turn out to be a bad boy sooner." Her face filled up with shyness as I moved my hands over her smooth hands.

***

I was nervous as his hands trailed over my hands and reached my ankles. I thought he would move it sideways and reach the spot where often men stare at(my breasts). But instead he stopped there and pulled me close. 

"I want to atleast act for sometime, Priya" he continued, "so that you may show some interest as I am."

I looked at him again and admired his form. His chests were quite broad with freckles of hair on it. His face was round and handsome. He was quite dominating in his body language and speech which turned me on. I like men who are bold enough to ask what they want and take it from me. I was staring at his face for quite a long time when his laugh broke my admiration.

"You were admiring me. Weren't you, Priya?" he questioned me as if reading my mind.

I just nodded my head in positive and felt quite embarrassed.

He stood up and went to switch off the light. Actually, I planned to speak a lot with my husband tonight. My friends had told me quite a few things men do after they switch of the lights which had scared me to the core. But my husband's care and friendly talk eradicated my initial fear. Moreover I changed my mind and felt I should go his way rather than spend with cozy night with some boring speech.

All my life I had never been this close with a man before. I never knew much about sex but gathered the basics from my college mates. The final penetration is what scared me the most as I know I am a pure virgin. But I consoled myself that my husband would take care of me and deprive me of my virginity without hurting me.

He switched off the light as the room plunged itself into a sudden darkness. But the windows were open through which soothing moonlight flooded the room. He came back to the bed and sat real close to me.

"Would you like to say anything, Priya?" he asked enquiringly."Because I want you not to speak but to make some other sound with those inviting lips of yours."

I blushed and closed my eyes as I felt his warm hands cupping my hips inside my saree.

***

I moved my hands over her hips as her brown skin was sparkled in the silver moonlight. I traced it inside her saree and rested my hand on her belly. My fingers slipped inside her naval which was curvy and inviting. I traced my finger inside it as I made her lay back on the bed. The flowers strewn over the bed got crumpled along with our weight. 

"Priya...Priya.." I called her but she didn't respond.

She just made a slight "mmmmmmm" sound as response. I knew she was getting aroused. I cupped her entire belly in my grip and grasped at the soft flesh hard. She squirmed in the bed but didn't move out of position. I rested comfortably on her right side as she turned around and wrapped her arms around my neck. She kept her arms around me pressing her breasts tightly into my chest. Her mounds were round and really soft as if a globe of cotton pressed on my body. I hugged her back passionately. 

I slowly untied her saree and pulled the knot open. She raised her hips up and offered me more convenience. I was glad my wife was as much interested as I am. Before sometime, I felt I was kind of forcing her to bed sooner than she expected. 

But now I know for sure she likes sex and would love to explore her first time with her husband.I rolled the saree off which was clutched tightly onto her body moments before. I threw it onto the floor as she rolled to the edge of the bed with her back facing me. I admired her back beauty adorned only in her blouse and skirt. Her skin expressed goosebumps as the cold air from the outside hit her. 

I cupped her shoulders and turned her around to face me. She made a cross over her breasts with her hands hiding them from my eyes. But I knew she wanted me to see her breasts but her initial shyness is bothering her to do so. I moved her hands off her breasts getting them into view. It heaved up and down as she breathed. I stood up removed my shirt and replaced myself near her. She was lying on her back with her eyes closed accompained with a sly grin on her lips. 

"I am feeling too shy..." She spoke out after a long time much to my surprise.

"But why aren't you hiding yourself now, Priya?" I questioned her naughtily.

"Cause, I want you to admire them."

***

I felt surprised at my own sentence. But in reality I wanted him to admire and devour my beauty. Even with my eyes closed, I could sense the things happening around me.

I felt him removing my saree and then his shirt. The hairs in his chest tingled my back as he laid himself near me. I felt his eyes eating every inch of my body. Seeing me in such a position and exposed wearing only my blouse and skirt. 

Suddenly I felt his lips near mine and the next second it was pressed tightly onto mine. My lips involuntarily parted themselves as he probed his tongue inside. He was kissing me feverishly and I knew this was a french kiss from my theoretical knowledge. I felt his tongue play inside my mouth as I slowly moved my tongue. I slowly touched his tongue with mine and soon we were playing ferociously. I hugged him tight as he laid on top of me. He was quite heavy compared to my petite form. But he balanced his weight on the bed and kept kissing me.

After what seemed like eternity, he finally broke the kiss much to my dismay. I inhaled deep breaths of air inside which I held in for such a long time. I opened my eyes ever so slightly to find him totally nude much to my astonishment. I clutched my eyes tightly shut again. I could see the image of his hard hanging organ in my mind and licked my lower lip without my knowledge.

"Priya, What made you lick your lips like that?" he asked me mischievously.

My heart was filled with embarrassment and shyness. But deep in my heart I know this is my dream all my life. I need not shy away or hide myself from this loving husband of mine. I opened my eyes smiling and ran to him. He was still standing nude as I hugged him tightly. He wrapped his arms around me and carried me back to our bed.I felt his hard organ press to my belly as he lowered me onto the bed. When it touched my skin, I could feel it was quite big and thick. 

I felt quite intimate with my husband and broke myself out of the wall of inhibitions I had developed around me.

"I would like to join you nudity. Mind helping me out here, my sweet hubby?"

***

A smile crossed my face.....

continued...



Wedding Night



Liam watched the woman who had come to mean the world to him as she floated down the aisle on her father's arm. She was radiant, her clotted cream-colored gown swirling around her, the long train bringing up the rear. When they came beside her mother, Mrs. Markham stood and walked with them the rest of the way to the altar. They stood there, all four of them, but Liam and Lydia had eyes only for each other. When the minister began to speak, they tore their eyes away from each other reluctantly and listened to his solemn words.

"Who gives this woman to this man?" he asked.

"We do," her parents said in chorus, and took both her hands and laid them in Liam's hands. He looked at her for another long moment, and then turned with her to face the man who would say the words to make them husband and wife. The church was packed, with police officers, family, and friends from everywhere, including overseas. Liam and Lydia spoke their vows in clear voices, promising to love and care for each other, to remain friends and lovers, and to grow old together through every season of every year of the rest of their lives. He invited them to put the rings they had for each other on their fingers, and Liam kissed Lydia's hand and Lydia his, when they placed the token of their love on each other's ring fingers.

"Liam, I know you've been waiting for this moment all morning, so I guess I'd better take you out of your misery." The minister chuckled merrily. "You may kiss the bride!" 

Liam turned and faced Lydia, pulling her slowly into his arms, and when his lips touched hers, the church erupted into cheers and wolf whistles. Liam barely heard it over the roaring in his ears from the thundering of his heart. He fought to keep the kiss light, and promised himself a much better, fuller one later. He smiled into her eyes, and watched her eyes light up as she smiled back at him. 

"I love you," they whispered to each other.

The rest of the day was a blur, from the horse-drawn carriage ride from the church, to the multiple stops for pictures, to the reception line, to the first dance – a snappy tango, of course – to the final goodbyes. Liam only knew he was dying by the end of the day to be alone with Lydia. So when the carriage returned to take them to the yacht, Liam was more than ready to leave the happy crowd of well-wishers, he was eager. He held Lydia's hand in his, then scooted closer and put his arms around her, holding her as though she were a precious cargo. He pressed light kisses on her cheeks and hair, and even though the ride through the quiet streets to the dock was romantic, with the stars twinkling in a clear sky, and the moon on the rise, Liam knew he needed to feel Lydia under him, on him, and soon. He thanked the carriage driver, and helped Lydia down, pulling her to his side as the horses pulled away.

"Come on, honey," he whispered in her ear, "let's go aboard." He led her along the dock to the large white yacht that was moored at the end, and helped her climb aboard, her long cream-colored dress hiked up around her legs. He went ahead of her, so he could catch her in his arms when she stepped down.

"Welcome aboard the Ladylove," Liam said. "I'll give you a full tour in the morning, before we cast off, but for now I need you." His voice was a thick soup of emotion, rough and warm.

Lydia followed Liam below, to the stateroom. It was hard to believe she was on a yacht not in a hotel room. The room was beautifully appointed in red and gold, but Lydia had no time to admire its lavish beauty before Liam was pulling the tiny buttons at the back of her dress. 

"How long did it take you to do up the back of this dress?" he asked laughingly. "It's certainly taking me a long time to undo them!" 

"I don't remember how long it took," Lydia replied. "Everything seemed to go incredibly fast this morning, and before I knew it, I was standing next to you." 

Lydia turned as she spoke, and raised her face to his. And Liam could no more resist her silent invitation than he could resist breathing. He lowered his head and kissed her slowly, deeply, his tongue making contact with hers in fuller and fuller passes. She moaned as the kisses grew more fevered, wetter, more drugging. Liam felt his heart thudding in his chest, and he grew harder with every sound that came from her throat. He pressed his thighs against hers, and felt her press back. 

"Oh, baby, yeah," he whispered. He needed to know she wanted him as much as he wanted her. "Hold me tight, baby," he begged her, and tightened his grip on her.

Liam felt Lydia's arms wrap around his neck, her hands tangling in his hair. He plunged into her mouth again, sucking and tasting her, fueling his desire with every pass of his mouth over hers.

"Lydia, baby, I need to feel you, honey, now!" he said hoarsely. He pulled the dress down her arms, and watched her full breasts burst from their restraints. He inhaled deeply, and passed trembling hands over them, clad in black lace. He bent his head and sucked on the taut nipples through the lace, then blew on them, making Lydia shiver. He raised his head and looked at her.

"Okay, so far?" he wondered, waiting anxiously for her answer.

"Yes," she breathed, barely able to think past the feelings that were engulfing her, feelings she had never had, not even in her first year with David. "I've...I've never felt like this before, and it's wonderful and..." she stopped, not wanting to spoil the moment.

"And what, baby?" Liam asked, caressing her through the lace.

"Scary," she whispered, hiding her face in his chest. "I feel so vulnerable," she confessed. 

Liam raised her face to his. "Darling, I will never knowingly hurt you, and if I do without knowing it, I want you to promise to tell me. Okay?" 

"Okay," she promised. "I do love you, Liam," she added.

He smiled at her, and kissed her shoulders, sliding the bra straps off as he did, and bending once more to her heavy breasts, now exposed to his view without the covering of lace. The areoles were dark and silky to the touch, and the nipples stood at attention stiffly, waiting for his touch, wanting it. He licked and sucked them, caressing them with his hands when he kissed his way back up her throat to her shoulders, then to her cheeks, before settling on her mouth. Tongues, as hearts, met in passionate connection, and Liam groaned with desperate longing.

"Help me get this off, babe," he begged her, puling off his suit jacket and beginning to unbutton his shirt. Frantic hands undressed him, and he kicked aside shoes, socks, pants, boxer briefs, before taking her trembling hands and placing them on the evidence of his need for her.

"Feel what you do to me, every time you touch me, every time I think about you, every time we kiss," he said passionately. "I will always love you, honey, with every part of me, all the time, everywhere." His voice grew thicker with each word, and he swallowed before continuing, 

"The first time I saw you, I knew you were special. And when you didn't look at me, I knew we were going to become more than friends." He raised her hands to his lips, kissing them and pulling her into him.

"Did I ever tell you that I dreamt about you the first time I met you?" he asked. "We were a couple, and you were waking me up with coffee. Your smile was so brilliant, and so full of love, it blew me away." He kissed her gently on the cheeks.

"I've been wanting to get inside you since that first day," he admitted, "although I didn't admit that to myself for a while. Now, I can make that dream come true." He paused, looking deeply into her eyes. "But I don't want to scare you, and I want to erase every hurtful thing Daniel King ever did to you."

He dropped to his knees before her, pushed up the dress, and removed the stockings from the garter straps, then rolled them down her legs.

"Lift up, honey," he said, and when she lifted each foot he rolled the stocking off. 

"Hold this up," he said, pushing the gown into her hands.

Liam bowed before her, kissing her ankles and moving slowly up her leg, till he was at the apex of her thighs. Lydia's legs were trembling, but Liam held her steady, kissing her mound and groaning. When she couldn't stand it any more, she moaned and Liam looked up at her. What he saw in her face told him she would not reject him. He pushed her legs apart and kissed her in that most intimate and sacred of places, and Lydia cried out his name.

"Liam!"  He licked her, once, twice, again, and then plunged a finger inside her, making her come in a crashing explosion of feeling. 

"Liam!" she cried out again, and her legs gave way beneath her.

Liam caught her and pulled her down to her knees in front of him. He hugged her and rocked her, kissing her face and smoothing her hair, waiting for her tremors to subside.

"Oh God," she said, tears seeping under her closed lids, " that was incredible!"

Liam smiled in triumph, and stood with her, stripping the dress from her before lifting her and taking her to the large bed. The yacht rocked gently as he placed her in the center and sank down beside her.

"I'm going to kiss you everywhere," he announced, and proceeded to suit action to his words. Lydia squirmed and writhed under his sensual assault, and wished she could make him feel what she was feeling.

"Liam, I want ..." she paused, not sure how to do what she wanted to.

"What do you want, baby?" he asked, pressing wet kisses around her navel, licking his way up her belly to her breasts.

"I want to touch you, too," she said, "to make you crazy like you're making me." Her eyes widened at the lust that flared out at her when he looked at her.

"Anytime you're ready, babe, go for it!" he encouraged her, rolling to her side and pulling her on top of him.

Lydia looked down at the big broad body under hers, and watched the dimple in his cheek grow deeper as he smiled at her. She felt suddenly shy, and knew he knew it when he took her hand and placed it on his twitching erection. She gasped, looking at it for the first time, and wondering how she would ever accommodate him. It felt so good to touch him, and she smoothed her hands up and down, then circled it, then tightened her grip and repeated the motion. She felt Liam stiffening under her hands, and watched his face to see what he was feeling. His eyes had drifted shut, and his cheekbones were flushed with color. He swallowed when she tightened her grip again, and she suddenly felt the urge to taste him, as he had her. She bent her head and let her tongue touch the head of his penis gently. Liam almost shot off the bed, but he smothered the sound he made, fisting his hands in the bedcovers. She touched him again this time with her open mouth, and watched him squirm. She licked him up and down the impressive length, and then she sucked again on the very tip.

"Lydia!" he growled, opening his eyes and looking straight into hers. "Baby, don't do this to me," he groaned. "Let me come inside you," he begged.

"I'm not done yet," she answered, feeling the awesome power of love that she held over this man who was hers as surely as she was his.

"Yes, you are," he gritted out, catching her off guard and flipping her over. "I can't wait another minute," he said in a rough voice. "I've got to have you now!" He turned her over onto her belly, and pulled the pillows under her, so that her luscious bottom was raised to him, and then he plunged inside her.

Lydia gasped at how he filled her up completely, leaving no space untouched by him. She swallowed, and Liam pulled out slowly. 

"No!" she whimpered, needing all of him back inside her.

"Yeah!" he growled, and plunged back in. They both cried out at the intensity of feeling, and then Liam pulled out again.

"Liam, stop teasing," Lydia begged him.

"It's killing me, too, babe, but doesn't it feel like heaven?" Liam's voice was scarred with need. He plunged in a third time, then withdrew and plunged in again. Lydia thought her heart would burst from the feelings welling up inside her. She followed his lead, matching every thrust with a push backward, keeping pace with his increasing rhythm. She could feel her climax rushing to meet her and she said,

"Liam, I want to see you when I come!"

"Baby, yeah," he answered and turned her over, leaving the pillows under her. He plunged in again and Lydia came, crying out uncontrollably, feeling the waves wash over her. She felt Liam pushing inside her, and incredibly, she came again, as he fell over the ragged edge and joined her in heaven. He could not seem to stop himself from plunging into her sweet depths, and he brought them both to another climax, the yacht's gentle rocking adding to the sensations soaring through them. He fell into her arms panting, his body slickened with sweat, his heart thundering like wild horses stampeding in his chest.

"Honey, I love you so much," he whispered. "You'll never be rid of me now. I know what you've got to give." He pressed wet kisses on her dampened skin, and finally took her mouth, loving the feel of her tongue on his. He groaned as he felt himself growing hard again. He hugged her tighter and pushed against her. 

"God, I want to fuck you so hard..." He stopped, unable to explain the strength of his need. "You make me ache for you," he said, his voice hoarse. Everywhere you touch me, I burn. Babe..."

His words made Lydia's heart quake, and she felt her body responding to them, felt the pull of desire in that space between her thighs, felt it grow wet with need.

"Liam," she breathed against his neck, "I burn for you, too." She sniffed. "Thank you, darling!" she whispered, pushing up against him, moaning with desire...



Wedding Night



"H-How do you want me to do this, exactly?" Jared angled himself strangely at the end of their hotel bed.

"Well, how am I supposed to know? You're the one with the thingy that goes inside." Madeline adjusted herself awkwardly, trying to work her Reem Acra gown into position. She wanted a lavish ballroom gown, and that's what she got. Although on the expensive side, the gown, composing of a silk satin strapless top with a beaded tank overlay and a full tulle skirt, accentuated the ideal points for Madeline's body. A built in bra also did the trick of adding a generous amount of cleavage (considering her breasts only filled a B cup bra).

"Why do you want to do this in your wedding dress? What if it gets ripped? Or stained?" Jared had already discarded his black tuxedo jacket and crisp white shirt that was beginning to show signs of sweat stains. He hadn't been wearing a tie. "If it gets ripped, we'll just re-sew it, no prob." Madeline flopped onto her back and pulled Jared down with her. He smiled above her but couldn't get a good stable position amongst the fluff of the wedding dress. He fidgeted and tugged at the loud fabric, trying to pull it up, or to the side, or down, or just...off! Madeline giggled and decided it was wiser to remain still.

"Damn it, Maddy. Please, just take it off." His grey eyes, displaying mild anger and want, peeked at her from behind the intense fabric.

"I already told you, no. Now quit it and figure out a position we can do this in." She threw a beginners Karma Sutra book at his bare chest. The cover held on his chest for a few moments before dropping into his hands. 

"You know, if I didn't shave my chest, this probably would've remained where you threw it." He waved the book at her and laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, but if you didn't shave your chest, then how would I determine you from the apes in the jungle?" She teased. He growled at her from the end of the bed. "Besides, Jared, I have to shave special places, too." Madeline tucked her skirt between her legs and wiggled at him while nibbling on her crimson painted bottom lip. He growled again and turned away from her antagonistic teases.

"When you're done mocking me..." Jared tapped a page of the book and held the picture over his left shoulder for Madeline to see. He heard her ruffles of fabric shuffle behind him as she positioned herself about his shoulder. He listened to her breathing for a couple minutes then more shuffling ensued. "Well?" He turned his head slightly.

"Don't look!"

"Why not?"

"Because I said so." Jared sighed and obediently kept his body facing away from her. A minute or two passed before the sounds ceased. "Okay, Jared, you can look now." Her voice was muffled by something.

"Are you sure?" He tossed the book onto the floor and waited for her response.

"Y-Yes, I'm sure. Just, hurry up." Jared about-faced slowly, not quite sure of what to expect. He could hear her breathing rapidly, but couldn't understand why it sounded so strange. 

Then he found out.

Presented before him was the delicate, white, lacy bordered panty-clad bum of his new wife. A cherry-red blush swept over Jared's cheeks as he flinched back and covered his mouth from surprise. An exhilaration of sexual anticipation rushed through his form and excited the loins of his lower member.

"What-What the..." He tried to regain a decent sense of the world around him while his eyes remained transfixed on the tan bottom exposed from the tundra of seemingly inescapable fabric.

Madeline's head appeared from under the skirt and she looked back at Jared, worry written all over her face. "Jared, is there something wrong? I thought this was the position you showed me."

Jared took a deep breath and let it out roughly. It sounded as if he was going to say something but the words stuck in his throat. He coughed once and regained a tiny bit of composure. "No, really, this is good. You did it very perfectly." Jared situated into his part of the position and tenderly put his hands on her curved hips. Madeline's thighs pushed together, allowing limited access. Her legs aren't athletically built, which means her thighs touch completely, with almost no gap near her crotch. However, even though they're not toned, Jared took pleasure at how full and comfortable he felt during their previous cuddles.

"Are you sure you want your first time like this, Madeline?" He pressed his polyester trousers to her raised behind and she tensed as shivers rattled her body.

"Yes. If I didn't want to be like this, I wouldn't have put myself in this position." 

"Well, if you're sure..." Jared looked between their bodies and began pulling the zipper downwards. Even though Madeline had buried her head back into the dress from embarrassment, Jared couldn't help the punishing heat that overcame his cheeks as his penis jumped from its confines. Madeline shrieked as she felt the head of Jared's manhood suddenly touch her clad entrance. 

"Is that what I think it is, Jared?" She fidgeted, her body unconsciously migrating its movements in ways that begged for more contact.

"Y-Yes, I think so." He couldn't believe he was about to enter himself into a whole new world of 'manliness'. "But it's okay, Maddy, I am going to be very gentle. I promise." Jared took hold of the top of her underwear and pulled down. "Maddy, raise your right knee." She did as told and Jared removed the panties from that side. "Okay, now your left." Again, he pulled the undergarment over her knee. Once removed from her legs, he held her size eight panties to the ceiling and admired his accomplishment. The light shined through the fabric and highlighted the fragranced section of where her crotch was just touching.

"Jared?" Her voice brought Jared back to reality. 

"Yes, I'm still here. Sorry." He very gently put her panties on a side table and returned to the more important task at hand. "I'm...I'm going to start now, Maddy." He saw the front of the dress bob with nod of approval.

With an audible gulp, Jared took hold of his penis and positioned the head at Madeline's opening. Her juices slicked over the head and proceeded to coat more of his length. Jared trembled and almost reached the pinnacle of orgasm right then and there. He shook his head and concentrated.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Jared eased his length into her vaginal canal. The two whimpered together as all six inches of his penis became engulfed.

"Maddy...I'm so sorry." The apology caught her by surprise and Madeline lifted her head to see what was going on. Before anything could be done, Jared's body tensed and his manhood expanded within her canal, sending light shivers of pleasure along Madeline's spine, and a rush of sperm shot into her fault, coating her insides with warmth.

Jared buckled over and panted against her back. Sweat coated his entire body, even the parts that remained covered by his suit trousers. His penis slipped out of Madeline as he fell to the side, landing on the padded down comforter of the hotel bed. Maddy pivoted to her side and blinked down at Jared, puzzled by what just happened.

"Are you alright?" She rubbed her left hand along his chest, beads of sweat soaked up by her smooth palm.

Jared moistened his lips and nodded. "Yes. Yes, Madeline, I am better than okay." He grabbed the back of her neck and brought her lips to his for a triumphant kiss. She pulled back slightly and locked her emerald eyes with his grey ones.

"Did we just have sex?" She asked with an awkward tilt of her head.



Wedding Night



Gently you slide your body on top of mine. I have wanted to make love to you as my husband for so long, I wasn't sure how long I was going to last. As our eyes met, you smiled your fabulous smile at me and I melted. You began to kiss me, passionately and tenderly. Our tongues rotated around each other and our hearts began to race. I slide my hands under your arms and down to your ass. I grab it and then find the top of your pants. Pulling at your shirt, it is quickly pulled out and I slide my hands down your pants, feeling your bear bottom in my hands.

I squeeze you tightly and push your hips into mine, feeling your stiffness against me. I roll you over and stand up. You stand behind me and begin to kiss my neck and move down to my shoulders. I watch in the large mirror as you slowly unzip my dress and let it fall to the floor. You get a devilish smile on your face when you see my sheer, creamy, lace bra and panties. Unhooking my bra, I feel your cock get harder behind me. Your hands run through my hair and onto my shoulders. As my nipples harden you begin to trace them with your finger tips. I lean my head back and rest it on your chest. Your kisses coat my neck and I feel my pussy swell with desire. 

I turn towards you and begin to unbutton your shirt, your freshly trimmed chest calls to me as my lips begin to explore. I push your shirt off your shoulders and let it fall to the ground. Kissing each nipple, I slowly move my kisses down. Your stomach quivers with each touch of my tongue. You push your pants down to your ankles as I push you onto the bed. I remove my thongs, revealing my freshly shaven pussy, that's dripping for you. 

I run my hands along your thighs and when I reach your erect cock I take it with both hands and stroke it. Moving my hands up and down you begin to get wet. Needing to taste you, I let my mouth ravage you. With quick motions I take you in my mouth and rotate my tongue around you, tasting your sweet juices. You look down at me, watching me as you slide in and out of my lips, getting wetter with each passing. I run my hands up your stomach and circle your nipples, feeling you shudder with excitement.

Then slowly I kiss the tip of your cock moving all the way up to your lips. Very passionately I kiss you hard, harder than ever before. And while in the throws of our kiss I slide onto you. Your hard cock, feels so good deep inside me. My wetness and heat take you in and begin to ride you. As I rock my hips back and forth you slide deeper in me. My hot tits are pressed solidly against your sexy chest as I fuck you. Moving my lips to your ear, I slide them up your ear lobe and whisper "You are amazing." Hearing me whisper and feeling my breath on your neck almost sends you over the edge. Not wanting this to end, you roll me over on the bed and find my tits.

Taking one nipple at a time in your mouth, you suck them hard, causing my pussy to tighten and my back to arch. I run my fingers through your hair, guiding your movements. I begin to moan with pleasure and the more you sucked the louder I got. I reach down, grab your ass and pull you up to me, forcing your cock into me. With your hands on either side of my head you begin to make love to me, more urgently than ever before. Never feeling so much love, from any man, your hardness and movements send me over the edge. 

My pussy explodes around you sending my juices all around you. Loudly I moan as my breathing gets heavy. Loving the tightness and wetness you pound me harder and faster until I feel you push your come inside me. I grab your ass and force you to continue your lunges as your spent cock continues to pulse. Breathing hard and sweating, your sexy body falls limp upon mine. Feeling sweat run down my breast, I feel more love than I had ever felt before. 

After cleaning up from the passion, we enter the bed with no clothes on and hold each other as we drift asleep. Our bodies seem to mold into each other, like we were meant to be. Fate.



Wedding Night



He sat down across the table from her. Calmly he put his foot on her chair right between her legs. Using his highly skilled toes he started to massage her throbbing clit right through her thin pajama pants. It felt so arousing. She wondered how large his dick must be. Thought about how he must have a raging boner right now. Oh, what did this gorgeous man have hidden beneath his slacks. She couldn't wait to find out. Next thing she knew she found herself starting to slowly grind her hips against him, putting pressure in all the right places. He smiled broadly while staring deep into her eyes and she returned his heated gaze with a cheeky grin. He increased speed, her body was on fire, she was getting so wet. He knew just what to do to her. She could feel herself completely soaking her panties. Every movement he made shot through her like an electrical storm. He saw her hands grasp the arms of the chair, he felt her tense up. Then her eyes broke contact with his and she stared off in the distance. He watched her eyes roll in the back of her head. A tingling started behind her knees, it crept up her thighs, over her butt and exploded around her hips giving her the most intense orgasm she had had in years. She felt so good, yet so empty. Desperately she wanted to feel him inside of her. She knew she was his. He would have his way with her and she would let him. While she enjoyed everything about it.

He leaned across the table and spoke softly "Are we gonna do this?" 

"Yeah, definitely" was her answer. 

"Where?" he asked with a wild hunger in his eyes. 

"I know a place" she said grabbing him by his shirt and leading him into an empty room. Quickly she locked the door behind them, then turned to face him. He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her up against the wall. He kissed her feverishly . Her lips were ablaze as he sought entry to her mouth. Their tongues intertwined, wrestling back and forth from her mouth to his mouth. Seconds turned into hours, as she began to melt into him. He moved his hand gently down from her shoulder and cupped her more than ample breast. Teasing her nipple tenderly between his thumb and forefinger. They both stopped kissing for just a moment to catch their breath. 

" You're a naughty girl," he said. 

"And you're a naughty boy," she replied. Then he kissed her again, oh how she loved his kisses. she was putty in his hands. Her head was swimming, she was entirely lost in the moment.

Then he slipped a hand down her pants, beneath her underwear, to her warm, wet, pussy. She parted her legs allowing him easier access. 

"You're really ready" he said breathlessly. 

" See what you've done to me" she smiled. He couldn't contain himself any longer, placing his hands back on her shoulders he spun her around. obligingly she pulled down her pajamas and panties all at once. She leaned forward to allow him better access. He undid his pants, and pulled his rock hard cock from his boxers. He used one hand to steady his member, and the other to steady her hips. He pulled back the foreskin to reveal his swollen head. Slowly he rubbed himself up and down her slit. she moaned in pleasure. He made little small circles around her clit. She gyrated her hips in turn. Then he found her opening, and lined himself up. As he started sliding into her, he moved his other hand to her hip. He pulled her to him as he entered. even though she was well lubricated from her earlier orgasm, his shear girth made it difficult at first. She tilted her hips some more. That did it. He slid all the way in her. Slowly he pulled back out, and slid in again. It took him a few times before he could fit all of himself inside her. She fit him like a glove. He had never been with someone this tight before. He delved deep within her. She gasped, he was even bigger and better than she had ever imagined. She knew she would always be his, a slave to his cock forever and ever.

He started fucking her in earnest. faster and faster he went until he finally felt that precious tingle deep within him. His ass cheeks clenched, his balls drew close to his body. He came hard pumping load after load inside of her, coating her with his cum. She held him there within her until she was sure she had every last drop. Her cervix contracted again and again to pull his potent semen deep inside her womb. She knew she was ovulating and would soon become pregnant. His sperm raced deeper and deeper into her. She slid a finger along her labia and brought it to her mouth tasting his salty offering. She smiled as she thought about her insides being full of his seed.



Wedding Night



Animated conversation, lots of affection and laughter – he was chatting to some of the guests at the reception, just waiting for her to get changed before they left their party. He stood to move to another table and as he turned he saw her walk in the door...tall, elegant, beautiful, curvy...and all his. She was wearing a long gown in a deep blue, neckline showing a hint of cleavage, fabric hugging her shape. A smile crept across his face, returned when she looked his way.

The reception was likely to carry on for another couple of hours knowing their friends and family, but they were due to leave...the MC called for quiet and wished them well on behalf of the guests. They kissed once again for the crowd to catcalls and wolf whistles, waved, turned and left the venue...a cab waited outside to take them to their evening destination.

He'd gone all out on arranging the wedding night – bridal suite at one of the local five star hotels, checking in earlier in the day so they'd be able to head up to their suite without any fuss. They drove into the basement, the driver got out of the car and opened his door, then as the groom got out. He moved around the car, opening her door – taking her hand, he assisted her out of the car. Bride and groom reunited on the other side of the car and made their way up to the suite as the taxi drove off.

Reaching the top floor they got out of the elevator and entered their room directly – they had the whole floor to themselves. She gaped - "How much did this cost?" she asked in an awed voice. "Need to know basis, honey" he smiled at her. He guided her towards the luxurious sofa, poured champagne and they toasted their union.

She placed her glass on the table, slid across a little closer to him and leaned in towards him, placing a hand on his shoulder and kissing him gently on the forehead...then leaning in a little more, she brushed her lips against his. Succumbing to the passion of the moment they began to explore each others lips, tongues occasionally venturing out to touch, then beginning to dance as the mood deepened.

The kiss found a natural pause, and he stood and offered her his hand. She took it, standing with him, and then followed him as he moved towards the bedroom.

They stood facing each other and embraced, their lips beginning their exploration of each other again...he began to nibble her ear and kiss her neck, moving down towards that hint of cleavage he'd noticed earlier. Sensing the moment she pulled away slightly and slipped the straps of her gown off her shoulders, easing it to the floor...she was wearing an elegant set of lingerie...strapless bra, lovely little panties both in a deep blue shade which matched her gown. She draped the gown delicately over a hanger, then turned and walked back to him. Her hands reached up and began to unbutton his shirt, fingers teasing his skin as she did so...removing it, she draped it over the nearby dresser, returning to kiss him again...this time she moved down his body, backing him towards the bed as she did so. The back of his knees touched the bed and he sat down. She knelt over his lap, lying him down on the bed and began to kiss his chest...her lips brushed over his collarbone, teased and licked his nipples, sucking them into hardness. She continued down, kissing his tummy, his navel, loosening his belt as she did so. Belt, waist line, zipper, all unfastened he lifted his hips to allow her to remove his trousers.

After a moment spent draping them over the shirt, she turned back to the bed to look at him. He was turned on – his briefs were full to bursting – and he looked at her in anticipation. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, sliding it off her shoulders and baring her ample breasts and then moved towards the bed, kneeling between his legs. Kissing his inside thigh, she slowly ran her fingers towards his briefs...he put his feet on the bed and lifted his hips while she eased them off his body, freeing his now erect cock. He closed his eyes and waited – and then he felt the wet warmth of her tongue as she licked his shaft...he moaned in pleasure...and then jumped as her lips engulfed his shaft. 

Soft lips, warm and wet slipped up and down his cock...he gently ran his fingers through her hair as she sucked. Her tongue was licking the underside of his cock and her lips pleasuring him...he was moaning with the pleasure of the sensation as he felt his orgasm slowly beginning to build. As he started to pant, she sucked as much of him into her mouth as she could, then slowly drew her lips back, all the way up, kissing his head as she released him. She repeated this a few times...her sucking drawing moans of pleasure from him. Releasing his cock she kissed her way up his body and lay down beside him...their lips began to touch and their tongues began a dance of passion.

He started to kiss his way down her body...lingering on her beautiful breasts and pleasuring her nipples with his tongue. She ran her fingers through his hair, holding him close to her, then as he began to move lower she released him. As he kissed her tummy, his hands began to slip her panties off...she lifted her hips to let him. 

Panties removed, her cock sprung free and he began to lick and suck her hardening shaft...again one hand found his head and held him in place as he made her feel so good...the other massaged one of her ample breasts. He took as much of her into him as he could, though he couldn't manage her all; 9 inches now that she was hard...

Her hands gently guided him off her cock and pulled him up to her face again...she kissed him then guided him to lie down on the bed. She got up, found a cushion and tucked it under his hips, kneeling between his legs...she found the lube, squeezed a little on his hands and smiled at him. He took her cock in his hands and spread it over, gently caressing her as he did so...she took a little herself and slipped her hands between his legs, covering his opening with the slick liquid. Removing his hands from her cock he lifted his legs and locked them around his back – she moved forward, finding her way to his hole with her cock, then slowly thrust forward into him...his cheeks parted and he gasped as she slid inside him.

His tight hole holding her, she positioned herself, legs behind, his legs over her back and her lips touching his...he loved making love to her when he could feel her cock inside him and her breasts against his chest...he moaned as they kissed and she started to move...gently she moved back and forth initially, then began to thrust into him with more urgency as her orgasm approached. She pushed forward one last time, burying herself deep inside him and then let out a cry of ecstasy as her cock began to pump its hot fluid into him. As the pleasure explosion subsided, she eased down onto her elbows and kissed him, slowly sliding out of his arse. Relaxed and satisfied she began to kiss her way down his face. He was still hard as a rock; taking the lube she slid her hands up and down his cock and then moved into position...she straddled his hips, found her hole with his shaft and slipped onto him. When he was all the way inside she began to move her hips back and forth...he reached up and caressed her breasts as she moved, playing with her nipples and making them hard.

It didn't take long – he began to breathe heavily, focussed on the pleasure he was feeling until he too cried out in ecstasy as he began to cum. As she felt his cock start to pump she pushed back onto him and rode him until she milked him dry. Moving back to his side, they curled up against each other, legs intertwined, her breasts against his chest and their hands and arms locked together gently...

"First night of many, baby" she said to him lovingly, "First night of many."



Wedding Night



Probably don't mention this one to the Wedding Planner.

Or your Mother-in-Law.

Hope you enjoy. 

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Wedding Night

You get used to hearing stories about weddings. When you're engaged, everyone wants to tell you how to have the perfect wedding (like they did) or how to avoid disaster (like Shirley and Jack and the cheese fondue). You smile and nod, or exclaim and deplore respectively. It's usual for the bride-to-be to be in charge of the arrangements, so I happily left everything to Angelica. I bet you've never heard a wedding story like ours!

Angelica is sweet. From the moment I met her I was captivated. She has a bright smile, a very cute dimple in one cheek and gorgeous blue eyes. Her short, strawberry blonde hair gleams in the sun. She's shy and affectionate. I really don't know what she saw in me, but whatever it is, I'm glad she found me. Angelica is a doll.

So, to the wedding.

Angelica's family were very conservative, so she wanted to have a very traditional ceremony. Church, priest the lot: very formal. And so we were married in high state at one of the city's cathedrals, the sound of the organ echoing up through the vault. My Angel -- as I call her -- wore a stunning white gown with a train. Candles everywhere. Flowers and bunting on the pews. Pages and flower girls. Confetti, tears and laughter. 

The reception afterwards was a testimony to my girl's taste and style. It was elegant, but not over-done. Sophisticated, but not expensive. Classy, but comfortable. I'd say 'really nice', but guys aren't allowed to get away with weak descriptions like that. Oh, it had the odd moment with awkward relatives and misunderstandings after a few drinks, but on the whole it went off well. Even the speeches were tasteful. A dance or two, the usual hilarity with the bouquet and garter and then we were gone. It was a whirlwind day.

We drove ourselves to the hotel we'd booked a room at for the night. The lads had done the obligatory stunt with the 'just married' tag and tin cans, but we didn't mind. Angelica snuggled up to me as we drove and I remember feeling a strange mix of emotions; I was elated, exhausted, sentimental and horny all in one.

Let me explain that last bit. I mentioned that Angelica's folks were traditional. So was she, in a way. She'd looked at me seriously during our second date.

"Paul, I haven't dated many guys. I'm still a virgin, and I want to stay that way until I'm married. I want my husband to be my first."

I respected that, though. I really liked the girl. Don't get me wrong, she wasn't frigid. We had some pretty hot make-out sessions. Several times she had to stop me before I lost control! Though thinking back later, it occurred to me that her condition was pretty carefully worded. Was that a coincidence?

Anyways, now we were married and I was really looking forward to tonight. I knew she was too, because she'd been winding me up the whole day. Secret touches and caresses. Smoky looks. Disguised kisses with way too much tongue. There was almost a moment where we were going to cut the cake and me with a huge boner bulging the front of my trousers. Fortunately, good old Aunt May decided that was the time to show off her 'famous' dance moves, which bought me a few minutes. Angelica just gave me a saucy smile.

I wasn't the only one having troubles though. Angelica had three bridesmaids. I'd nicknamed them the 'three musketeers'. Lena, Justine and Chrissie. They were nice enough girls but, together, they had 'Danger!' written all over. Lena was slim and athletic and, though I thought her face was a little hard for my taste and her personality a little too edgy, that wasn't the first thing you noticed. Well, guys anyways. Lena had a fantastic rack. And she wore her dark hair just below the shoulder so, if you just happened to miss them the first time, your eyes followed the natural fall of those wavy locks right down to ... what was I saying? You get the idea. So did most of the men at the wedding.

Angelica had chosen strapless dresses for the bridesmaids. They were a beautiful design and really very tasteful. Except that they really emphasised Lena's assets. I actually didn't mind because it kept the unwanted attentions of half-pissed young men away from my girl. Even odds, though, as to how many of the wet stains on the tablecloths were spilt drink or drool. Or worse. I'm pretty sure 'dirty' Uncle Frank, who'd stared sleazily at her all night, made the most of the dimmed lights to jerk off under the table.

My boys had managed to behave themselves pretty well. It was probably fortunate they sat beside me without a direct line of sight to the bridesmaids. Josh did get a bit flustered giving the 'bridesmaids' toast'...

I've gotten off track again. Well, I haven't really -- you needed to know about the 'three musketeers'. Trust me.

We arrived at the hotel and the best sound I'd heard all day (other than my Angel's voice saying 'I do', of course) was the latch of the door as it closed behind the bellboy. Angelica and I were alone at last. Alone and married! She shot me a smoky look over her shoulder as she went into the bathroom. I had to be really firm with myself (seriously, no pun intended) to stop racing in after her. The effort was worth it. When the door slowly opened, she stood there in a sheer negligee which left absolutely nothing to the imagination. And believe me; I've a pretty good imagination.

I've told you she was sweet and unaffected. Indulge me for a bit here while I -- respectfully of course -- tell you a bit more about my Angel. Her figure was petite and trim; her breasts medium-sized and perky. Just right-sized for her. A gorgeous cute ass and great legs. Watching her standing there I was struck by just how perfect she was. The mirror light in the bathroom behind gave her strawberry blonde hair a flame corona. She was divine. My Angel.

She tried hard, but couldn't pull the siren thing off without bursting out laughing. So did I. She ran across the room and jumped into my arms giggling, smothering my face with kisses.

"I love you, Paul, so much!"

"And you, stunning Angel, are soon going to find out just how much I love you!" I replied.

She left my arms, laughing and skipped -- seriously -- to the bed. It doesn't sound hot, but trust me it was. Think Goldilocks, but with nothing on underneath! The glimpses of her naked ass as her negligee swished were pure poetry. I was seriously hard as I followed her to bed.

She pulled a couple of towels from the top of her suitcase. I was non-plussed for a moment as she laid them out on the bed. Oh, virgin. Right. It was a timely reminder that I needed to be gentle with her. She had saved herself for me and deserved a wonderful first experience. Start slow. Down boy!

I took her in my arms and kissed her slowly; mouth, neck and downwards from there. Somehow we lost our clothes: I really don't remember. What I do recall clearly is her perfect breasts. How the nipples hardened as I licked and kissed them to attention. Her fingers through my hair as I ran my hands down the beautiful curves of her body. The soft down between her legs. Her moan of pleasure as I carefully parted her and began soft, smooth strokes. The desire urgent in her voice.

"Please Paul, take me", she whimpered.

"Not yet, Angel".

I ran my tongue slowly over her stomach, kissing her navel. I teased the hair on her mound with my mouth. I gently explored her glorious pussy, reverently licking every fold and feature. I told you I had a good imagination. And she was everything I'd pictured, and more. How could a guy like me get this lucky?

She groaned as she came. It was magic to my ears.

"Oh... oh ... oh, Paauuullll. Paul! Paul, baby!"

I continued to caress her as her body spasmed as the orgasm washed through her. After a few minutes she sat up slowly and took me in her arms.

"Darling, that was really wonderful. Please, will you take me now? I want you inside of me so badly."

A tremulous smile and a little tear rolled down her check. God, I love her. My sweet, precious Angel.

She reached down to touch my cock. My soldier was standing proudly to attention.

"Paul, you're huge!"

"Thanks for the flattery honey", I laughed, "but I don't think I'm that big!"

I figure I'm about average. Then it occurred to me that Angelica -- so innocent and all -- had probably never seen an erect penis before.

"I've watched a few a dirty movies, but they show a lot more of the women than the men."

OK, maybe not quite so innocent.

"We -- the girls -- also discuss stuff and they've told me a bit. Shown me some stuff, too."

The 'musketeers'? Bloody hell, scratch innocent altogether!

She must have noticed my expression and blushed. She blushes beautifully by the way. Did I tell you I'm totally captivated by her?

"I may have been saving myself for you, darling, but that doesn't mean I haven't prepared for you."

Umm... 

"My turn now. Before you fuck me."

What the ...? Where did that come from!

I didn't have time to think anything else before I was completely absorbed by the feeling of her mouth on my cock. She ran her tongue around and underneath my head. She sucked and licked me gently, then hungrily. She took half my length down her throat.

"Angel, I'm going to explode if you keep doing that", I gasped.

She looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes, through lowered lashes. Her lips were stretched around my cock and yet somehow she managed to look as though she was smiling. God, that was hot!

"I 'ow", she said.

And slid down my entire length. The heat of her throat, the feeling of her tongue around my shaft was sensational. I couldn't hold it.

"Aaaaggh, Angel ..."

I shivered as I felt the cum erupt from me into her throat. Then she gagged and choked. I withdrew from her as quickly as I could while she coughed and spluttered by semen over the bed. I felt like a right bastard. I stroked her head while she recovered. Tears rolled down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry, Paul. I need a bit more practice", she rasped.

"No honey, I'm sorry. You were pretty brave taking me like that. I should have given you more notice."

I rewarded her courage by taking her in my arms and laying her gently back on the bed. I stroked her and kissed her, murmuring little endearments in her ear until I felt her start to respond. Her body awoke. Suddenly her hands were all over me as much as mine on her. Her mouth fastened to mine like a leech and her tongue invaded me aggressively. She threw a leg over me and rolled me to my back and sat on my stomach. She was panting hard and her beautiful tits were heaving up and down.

"Steady, tiger", I cautioned her.

"Thank you", she said, and leaned forward to kiss me. "I'll be careful, just let me pace it."

And she lifted her hips. The bathroom light was still on and I will never forget the sight of her in silhouette. I could see every detail of her magnificent pussy defined in sharp contrast. A string of thick fluid as she spread her lips to take me into her. I watched the thread sag as she slowly lowered herself and pause momentarily before contact. I felt its gossamer touch on the tip of my pulsing cock. It's lucky she was on top, because I would have lost it right there otherwise. She was driving me insane with need!

She lowered herself slowly onto me and every moment of that glorious descent was agonising ecstasy. I could feel her warmth, her heat, the supple velvety texture of her vagina. She paused as we reached the point of her resistance.

"It's OK, baby", I murmured and reached out to stroke her hip and thigh. She was trembling like a leaf.

"Paul, I want you so badly. I want ... I need ... the hurt."

And she pushed herself down. A quavering intake of breath. A hot rush over my groin. Another tear rolling down one cheek. I levered myself up carefully so as not to disturb her and, half propped, reached out to gently wipe it away. She nestled her cheek into my hand and nuzzled my fingers. She stayed like that, kissing me softly and gently, licking my fingers and my palm as she started to slowly move. When she raised her head, I drifted my hand downward to play with her breasts, trace around her nipples, revelling in the feel of her body.

She reached down and grabbed my shoulders, pulling me up to her. We held each other as we came, my Angel sitting in my lap. I felt her fluids over my balls at the moment that I thrust upward to spray myself deep inside her. She kissed me hard, moaning my name and rocking with the sensations of her orgasm. God, what a woman!

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We cleaned up the towels. Then we took a shower together. She had bled and we were both sticky. It's these practical things that don't feature in the romance novels. Or those dirty movies.

We popped the cork on a bottle of champagne. I raided the mini bar for chocolate while Angelica poured. We snuggled comfortably on the bed enjoying our impromptu supper. Angelica was a little restless. Eventually, she picked up her phone, texted briefly and then tossed it back on the bedside table.

"Bragging?" I quizzed her.

She gave me a mysterious look and a funny little smile.

I was surprised by a knock on the door. More surprised when Angelica got up to open, not the main door, but the one which connected the adjoining room. We had one of those suites that could be connected to form a much larger set of rooms for larger parties or VIPs, but which are mostly just locked off. I jumped off the bed to grab her robe -- she didn't have a stitch on -- when she opened it and in trouped our bridal party, also completely naked!

They were laughing and chatting, obviously quite comfortable with each other. My mouth must have been hanging open because Angelica walked back, closed it gently and kissed me.

"Honey, this is for you. You waited so patiently for me. I think you've got some catching up to do. Besides", she said with a wicked grin, "you won't be able to think about much else in a few minutes. It took a little while to talk the girls around but, you know them; up for anything!"

She talked them around!?

"I decided to leave your boys to the expert. She didn't have any trouble."

Holy shit!

Lena waved and blew me a kiss. Her massive breasts jutted out very prominently in front of her and I felt myself getting hard. And the room tilted. Angelica steadied me and reached down to stroke my shaft.

"I added a little something to your champagne to help you enjoy yourself. Now I'm going to leave you to the girls for a few minutes."

I felt an odd mix of emotions for the second time that day; I was confused, horny and absolutely terrified.

"OK, Paul", purred Lena as she walked around behind me. "Angelica has worked very hard to organise this, so we're not going to let you disappoint her."

Lena pressed her huge tits into my back and reached around to caress my chest. The hands slid down to my hips and around to my grasp my buttocks. I don't know what Angelica had slipped me, but the chemicals raging through me were sending me into sexual overdrive. My cock felt so hard it felt like it was going to explode. It looked larger than I'd ever seen it. The veins standing out along its length and my head a deep purple, engorged with blood. I watched Chrissie kneel in front of me and take me into her mouth. Justine entwined herself around my neck and began licking my shoulder, then down to my chest. I felt Lena part my ass cheeks and lick around my asshole. I thrust forward in response, deeper into Chrissie's mouth.

None of my previous girlfriends had been particularly adventurous and this was the first time anyone had touched, let alone licked, my ass. It felt depraved and utterly wonderful. I groaned as she continued to explore my crack, fondling my balls as she licked and pushed at my anus with her tongue. The swords, sorry tongues, of the 'three musketeers' did their work. I let out an animal roar of pleasure as cum tore from my throbbing cock into Chrissie's mouth. She licked the last couple of drops from my tip before standing up and giving me a smirk. A dribble of cum escaped from the corner of her mouth to run down her chin. It was obscene, and fucking hot. I watched her stalk over to the bed.

"What a good boy", Lena breathed in my ear. Justine gave me a kiss on the neck before turning away.

Released from sexual slavery, I turned looking for Angelica. She was watching me from the bed with a look of absolute hunger. She sat astride Josh, his cock buried inside her. She was also helping Greg and Trent to jerk off, one hand on a cock either side of her as they stood beside the bed.

I'd married a sex-crazed nymphomaniac! Who knew starving yourself could result in such sexual degeneracy!

"I 'ink 'is 'elong' 'ou", garbled Chrissie.

She kissed Angelica and I realised she was sucking my cum out of Chrissie's mouth. Some of it dripped down onto her breasts. She licked her lips as her tongue left Chrissie's mouth.

"Thank you Chrissie. Paul, baby, that was delicious. See, it's just my technique I need to work on."

Chrissie moved Trent aside and helped Angelica turn to face the bedhead, rotating on Josh's shaft. Justine grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bed. I'd just cum, but my cock was still a steel bar. She pushed me up on the bed as Angelica arched her back, giving me a wonderful view of her ass. Josh's member filled her pussy and her tight little rosebud moved and contracted as she slid up and down him.

"You know what to do, stud", whispered Lena in my ear.

Suddenly Greg shot his load all over Angelica's back, covering her with thick white cream.

"Oh, dessert!" purred Chrissie and began to lick his cum off my Angel. As she leant over, Trent moved behind her and sank his cock into her cunt. He thrust into her fiercely. Chrissie grunted, then moaned with pleasure as she kissed the last few drops from Angelica's back. She spat on her fingers and started to rub Angelica's asshole. It glistened, wet and wildly inviting.

Angelica looked over her shoulder at me, with those smoky blue eyes.

"Come on Paul, I loved what you did with my pussy. Now fuck my ass. Please, honey?"

Wild horses couldn't have stopped me. Kneeling behind her I pressed the head of my cock against her little hole and watched in awe as it disappeared inside her. She gasped. Lena reached over from behind me to massage her buttocks and get her used to my size. Again I felt Lena's massive breasts pushed against my back. I slid a little further in and Angelica pushed back against me.

"Fuuuuccckkk", yelled Josh. 

The tightness of Angelica's almost-virgin cunt, together with my entry into her rear had sent him over the edge and his hips bucked beneath her as he thrust against her weight. I tried not to push deeper although the urge to do so was almost irresistible. I let her ride him until he'd finished.

"It's OK ... Paul ... he's wearing a ... condom" Angelica gasped raggedly as she fought to control two cocks inside her.

What ...?

"It's your wedding night mate, I can't cum inside your wife!"

The insanity of the situation got the better of me. An eight-way orgy on my wedding night and he's worried about sexual protocol! I laughed like a maniac -- I told myself later it was the drugs -- and plunged myself as deep as I could into Angelica's ass. She screamed. A small part of me was appalled, but I was in the grip of sexual insanity.

"Don't you dare stop", she yelled at me. "Ride me like I'm your fucking mare. Fucking ride me!!"

And I obliged, grabbing her hips with my hands and ploughing into her hot anal canal again and again. Lena nibbled my earlobe and that she-devil's voice whispered in my ear once more.

"OK, stud. I'm going to blow your fucking mind. Justine, get me that lube."




Wedding Night



My ass was still wet from Lena's earlier attention. She jammed a couple of fingers up into me and began stretching and working me. Surprisingly, she was firm but not rough. Or perhaps the drugs had numbed me to everything except pleasure.

"Grease me up, Jus."

And then an enormous rubber cock was rammed into me. Lena grabbed my hips and guided the movements of the three of us: she taking me in the rear with a strap-on, while I drilled Angelica's ass. She aligned our rhythms and the motion of the dildo against my prostate was both exhilarating and disconcerting. The world began to spin.

Chrissie was watching us, still bent over with Trent grinding into her from behind. She clutched my shoulder for support and grabbed Angelica's closest breast with the other as her eyes rolled up in her head.

"Ggnnnhhh...", she groaned as she came, a stream of fluid, washing down the inside of her legs to drench the carpet around her feet. 

"Like fucking a fire hydrant ..." murmured Justine.

Trent's balls slapped soppily against her as he accelerated into his own orgasm.

"Shit ... fuck ...", he grunted.

"Don't you dare!" screamed Chrissie. "I want that in my mouth you fucker!"

She ripped off him and spun around, opening her mouth just in time to catch the jet of fluid which erupted from him. She slid onto her knees as his second and third ejaculations splashed around her mouth, her face and into her hair. Trent milked the last few drops onto her eager tongue and then she sucked him hard for anything that might have been left. Judging by what covered Chrissie, that couldn't have been much.

Angelica's movements became frantic and I knew she was close to climax as well. She was grinding down onto Josh's cock and I wondered how the poor guy was coping. His balls must have been mince, but he didn't seem to mind. She gave an almost inhuman shriek as she arched her back, slammed herself back against me and came. If hers was anything like mine seconds later, there are no words. Lena was right. My mind exploded.

Staying inside me long enough until my orgasm had subsided; Lena withdrew herself and ripped the harness from around her hips. She threw the straps and dildo to the floor, collapsing on her back on the bed beside me.

"I don't care who, or how, just someone fucking take me!!"

She'd devoted a good deal of attention to me and was desperate for relief. Justine sank her face between her legs and hungrily devoured her. Greg picked up the discarded dildo and pressed it into Justine's hand. Justine turned for a moment and grinned at him. Lena had already put her feet up onto Justine's shoulders to give her better access. It gave her access to both holes: and Justine rammed the dildo straight into her ass.

"Bitch!" Lena gasped hoarsely. "You fucking slut!!"

Lena clenched her fists into Justine's hair and shoved her face hard down into her pussy. Moments later she came, those massive tits bouncing backwards and forwards as she rode the waves of her orgasm.

Justine got to her feet and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Even now, you whore", she grinned down at her.

I wasn't sure that Lena wasn't going to punch her. I saw she still had the dildo buried in her ass. Then she grinned back.

"I still think I'm one up, bitch", she laughed.

What sort of relationship did these two have!? 

"It's not fair!" Justine pouted. "Everyone's got off except me. And I even had to do 'tits-for-brains' here!"

Lena propped herself up to take a playful swipe at her. Justine danced out of range, eyes twinkling.

"Well, I'd be happy to assist a fair maid in distress", said Greg who, judging by the stiffness of his cock, had recovered admirably from his previous release.

"Maid, my ass!" chortled Chrissie and we all laughed.

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It took us a while to untangle and longer to clean ourselves up. Fortunately we'd left the cover on the bed, so the sheets underneath were clean. Angelica and I collapsed exhausted, arms around each other. Thankfully the drugs were also wearing off. The others had gone back into the adjoining room, closing the door. From the faint sounds through the wall, Greg was making good on his offer to Justine. Angelica burrowed into my chest.

"Are you angry with me, Paul?" she asked in a very small voice.

"Not angry honey. Surprised -- well shocked, actually -- and now rather curious. I think I saw my Angel transform into a succubus for a bit."

Nothing. I pushed her away a little so I could look at her face while I held her. Tears leaked down.

"I'm not angry, baby, honestly. I love you."

I kissed the tears away. She sobbed.

"I did it in a moment of madness. It was my hen's night and I think we egged each other on. The girls -- what do you call them -- 'mouseketeers'...?"

"Ah, 'musketeers'. After Dumas. I think there would be rather a lot of very disturbed parents otherwise."

"Well, we egged each other on. As I said, Lena convinced the boys. I don't think any of them thought I'd actually do it. But part of me wanted to experience all at once what I'd missed out on for so long. And I wanted it with you. And then once I'd had the stuff Chrissie gave me for our drinks I couldn't do anything else. I guess first time sex and first time drugs are probably not a good combination ..."

"No, I'd say not."

Then nothing for a little while, before the small voice returned.

"But was it OK for you?"

"I'd be lying if I said that wasn't the most amazing experience I've ever had, Angel."

"I'm glad, because I've been feeling so bad about it. Especially since I sort of liked it too. A bit. But only with you", she added quickly.

"Lying little rogue", I grinned and pinched her cheek. The dimple peeped out. "Poor Josh isn't going to be able to pee for a week!"

"Well, maybe I did enjoy it", she giggled.

Then nothing for a little while longer.

"Paul?", she said sleepily.

"Hmm ..."

"For our first anniversary, I was thinking ..."

"Angel!"

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Wedding Night



Monica looked at the clock as she and Charlie walked into their hotel suite. She had been married for exactly 5 hours now, and the butterflies that had started on the limo ride over from the reception had not stopped. They had intensified if anything. She wondered how long it would take Charlie to get them both undressed, and figured however long that was, she had about that plus 5 minutes left of her precious virginity. She still didn't know exactly what to expect. Her parents has raised her in the box of the church, and although her faith was but a fraction of her mothers, she somehow managed to not learn what sex even was until she was 16, a mere two years ago. 

Sex just simply wasn't spoken about in her house. When her and Charlie had first started dating, she hadn't really known what the differences between men and women were. Monica's mother had sat her down, and embarrassingly stumbled through a child's definition of intercourse. Despite the simplicity of her explanation (he puts his thing inside you 'down there') Monica had laid back and tried to visualize how it happened, and it resulted in the first (and only) time she had ever tried to masturbate. 

She had laid on her bed, cautiously and slowly opening her legs as she ran her hands up the inside of her thighs, her skirt bunching at her waist. She had tried to imagine the feel of a mans body on top of her, Charlies body - and as she did, a sharp tingling began to radiate from deep within her belly. The feeling intensified as she let her fingers caress the sides of her panties, sliding over that delicate skin that wasn't quite the lips of her pussy. Slowly she let her finger tips go lightly over her cotton panties, and as she drew them up her slit, her breath escaped her. It seemed that a lightning bolt of pleasure had shot through he body, starting between her legs and going all the way to the top of her head. She wanted more. 

Feeling a little bolder, her hand slipped under the waist band of her panties, cupping her pussy. Her finger pressed between her lips, in to the wetness that was now there. Her breath quickened. Monica's finger had found her opening. She rubbed around on the outside of it, trying to imagine how big a mans 'thing' was - a detail her mother had left out. She was about to slide her finger tip in to herself when she heard her mother coming down the hall. Panicking, she quickly pulled her skirt down. As her mother walked in, Monica felt like she had what she had just done written in huge letters across her forehead. Her cheeks blushed a deep red, and when her mother asked her is she was alright, Monica claimed it was just warm in her room. Her excuse sounded hollow to herself, but her mother didn't press it. She had a feeling she would of gotten an ear full if her mother knew what she had been doing

Her courage gone, and her arousal fading, Monica didn't try to resume her exploration. Now, she was married and about to learn first hand all of the answers to the questions that had raced through her mind (and body) that day. The feeling of butterflies came on strong in her stomach, and as she thought about what was about to happen, that feeling sank down lower towards the chaste folds of flesh between her legs. She felt heat rise to her face and realized she was blushing furiously.

Charlie embraced her from behind, his arms wrapping around her slim body. He cupped her firm breasts through the flimsy evening dress she was wearing, and as his hands caressed her, she began to tremble. Her breath quickened as the butterflies and nervousness intensified. She felt Charlie press his lips to her ear and as he kissed them softly, an enormous heat seemed to fill her crotch and a soft moan escaped her lips. Charlies hands now traced along the fabric covering her shoulders and reached for the dresses zipper. Monica stood as still as she could as the metallic sound of her impending undress filled the room. The dress dropped and bunched around her feet, leaving her standing now in only the bridal lingerie her friends had helped her pick. Her skin broke out in goose bumps despite the heat of the room.

Charlie turned his new bride around, drinking in her beauty as she stood in what would be the last thing she ever wore as an innocent woman. Monica could feel his gaze upon her mostly naked body. She stood frozen, unsure of what to do - if anything. Charlie took the lead. He was as physically inexperienced as her, but had a better understanding of what to do. Charlie was no stranger to self pleasure and had had the benefit of a few porns his friends had so eagerly shown him. He took off his tux jacket and tossed it on the floor. Unbuttoning his shirt, he stepped closer to Monica. His hands caressed her face, and lifting her chin, he brought his lips to hers. She kissed him slowly, her mouth opening just enough to allow his tongue to slip between her lips and slide against hers. She moaned softly in to his mouth as his hands reached behind her, unclasping her delicate bra. It dropped to the floor and his hands went down her lower back, his fingers tracing the waist band of her lace thong. He cupped her exposed ass cheeks and pulled her body into his. 

Monica felt her naked breasts pressed into his chest. Her hardened nipples poking into the warm flesh of he new husband. Monica felt as if her body was on fire. Charlie broke off the kiss and scooped her up off of her feet, carrying her to the bed. He sat her down on the edge of the bed and continued to undress. Monica watched with an eager nervousness. She had never seen a naked man before. She had an idea of what would come out of his pants, but when Charlie finally dropped his boxers, exposing his hard member, Monica gasped. She had no idea it would be so large, or have so much texture. In her mind she had always pictured a smooth cylinder, slightly larger than her index finger - but what she was looking at now, almost face to face, was a veiny, throbbing shaft topped with a thick mushroom head. It had to be at least 3 of her fingers wide, and if she had to guess, it was 7 inches long. Her anticipation now turned a little more than slightly to fear, as she thought back to the day she had touched herself, remembering how small her own opening had felt. Surely he wouldn't be able to fit this inside her! 

She stared, not taking her eyes off it. As much as her conscious thought may be in disbelief, her body clearly wanted what she was looking at . The fires that had been stoked in the lowest part of her belly now burned with desire. Charlie took her hand and guided it to his shaft. Slowly she curled her fingers around it, feeling for the first time how warm it was. Charlies cock twitched from her touch, and Monica gasped a little. He guided her hand up and down, showing how to stroke him. As she did, he reached down and ran his finger over her stiff nipple, causing her to breath hard. Charlie couldn't wait any longer, and as he pushed her on to her back by her shoulders, Charlie crawled between her legs.

Her legs spread open before him as he lay on top of her. Monica could feel his thick shaft pressed against the front of her barely there thong. The small triangle of lace barely covered past her clit, and now it was the last thing that kept her husband from thrusting in to her. She couldn't concentrate on any one thought, her mind was a torrent of emotions - excitement, fear, anticipation. Charlie kissed her neck, and as his warm tongue touched her skin, Monica shivered and moaned. His mouth moved down her neck to her collar bone and then down to her firm breasts. Charlie kissed lightly and then took one of her erect nipples in to his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming for Monica at first as she moaned out and moved her body. It was quickly replaced though by an even greater sensation, as she started to move her hips against the hardness of Charlie's cock. Pleasure erupted from beneath her thong and radiated out through her body as her clit pressed and moved against her husbands shaft. Monica moaned out uncontrollably at these new sensations, and the fact that Charlie was now taking her panties off didn't even register until she felt the warmth of his tip press against the virgin flesh of her pussy.

Monica froze. She could feel her pussy throbbing with excitement and eagerness, but her mind was terrified. All of her friends had told her the first time hurt, but none of them would tell her how much. Now that she had seen what was meant to go inside her, she thought it would be quite a bit. Her breath trembled and her hands shook as she grasped Charlie's shoulders. Her stomach was one giant knot and she barely felt it as Charlie positioned the head of his cock between her lips and on to her opening. He pressed very lightly, but the sensation immediately brought Monica's attention back to the matter at hand. She desperately tried to relax, but couldn't, and right as she was about to ask Charlie to go slowly, He penetrated her. Hard.

For a second, Monica didn't know what had happened. Her entire mid section seemed to explode in pain. Her breath stopped, and then as sensation came back to her, she let out a loud scream as every muscle in her body tensed. Her pussy felt as if it was being ripped open, and she could feel him insider her, the head of his cock pressed deep into places she didn't know existed. Monica's eyes filled with tears, and body writhed against his intrusion. His hips pressed against hers and she knew he was all the way inside her. The pain was intense and she was overcome by the sensation of being stretched wide and torn, her insides being pushed out of the way as he husband filled her. 

Charlie began to move himself slowly out of her. As Monica's walls closed behind his shaft, she moaned out, and then he was inside her fully again. Monica's stomach heaved and twisted as he moved in and out of her, and her mind was swimming in the pain that only comes with defloration. Monica locked her legs around him, instinctively drawing him deep in to her. Her finger nails bit into Charlie's back as he kissed her and wiped the tears away that were streaming down her face. 

Charlie's thrusting had picked up speed, and he was now slamming himself in to Monica's tight pussy as hard as he could. She cried out each time the head of his cock pressed into her back wall, and soon He was ready to cum. He was helpless to stop himself, and at the moment of his orgasm, he thrust hard in to her and held himself there. Monica didn't know what was happening, only that she didn't think she could take anymore. Charlie moaned out and Monica felt his cock twitching inside her along with a faint warmth spreading against her walls.

Slowly he pulled out of her, and stood up next to the bed. Monica's pussy was sore and throbbed, and as she closed her legs, Monica cupped her red, swollen lips protectively. As her hand slid against her pussy, she felt wetness seeping out of her. She looked at her hand and saw cum for the first time. A globule of white, still warm, and tinged with the redness of her hymenal blood. She groaned as her insides ached, painfully aware of the feeling of emptiness as her body tried to calm down from the strain of defloration. She took a deep breath and curled in to a ball on her side.

Charlie laid down next her, draping his arm over his new brides slim body. He cupped her breast and lightly rolled her nipple between his thumb and index finger, pressing his semi hard cock against her ass. Monica could feel the thickness of him pressed into her and as he played with her nipples, her lower belly began to tingle again. Her mind played over what had just happened, and as the thought of Charlie's cock inside her, the throbbing pain in her pussy became a throbbing desire. Charlie pinched her nipple, and a moan escaped her as she felt Charlie's cock stiffen against her back, still slick with her juices and the blood of her innocence.

Monica moved her hips against Charlie's body as the desire to feel him inside her again rose quickly. Charlie rolled her onto her stomach, and grabbing her hips, pulled her ass in to the air until she was on her knees, chest pressed in to the bed. Monica had never felt so exposed in her life as she did just then, the cool air of the room passing over her fully exposed pussy lips, which now throbbed with excitement. Her breath quickened as she felt Charlie get behind her. The head of his cock press against her lip, but this time she was more than ready for him. She wanted him. NEEDED him inside her. As the head of his thick cock slipped in to her opening, Monica let out a loud moan of pleasure and pain. Her pussy was sore and aching, but as her walls spread with each inch that entered her, the pain melted away to dull ache and pleasure over took her mind.

Monica gripped the sheets tightly in her hands as Charlie grabbed her hips and thrusted himself into her until she could feel his balls pressed against her lips. Her whole body shivered with pleasure at the feeling of fullness and of being taken from behind. As He started to move in and out of her, Charlie slipped a hand around her small waist and began to rub her clit. As soon as his fingers touched it, Monica cried out loudly in ecstasy and pressed her hips back against Charlie. Monica wouldn't have believed so much physical pleasure was possible if she wasn't feeling it for herself right then. She relished the sensation of Charlie's cock moving in and out of her while he rubbed her clit, thinking this was the height of sexual enjoyment and pleasure. Then, she came.

Her orgasm came on quick. The pleasure built rapidly in the lower part of her stomach as Charlie moved his fingers in a small circle over her clit, and then suddenly as he thrusted especially hard and deep in to her, her body exploded. Monica screamed and moaned loudly as her orgasm over took her. Her already tight pussy contracted over and over around Charlie's shaft, squeezing him tightly as he held himself deep in side her body, continuing to rub the sensitive nub of flesh at the top of her lips. As her orgasm subsided, her body trembled as Charlie began to once again move, slowly this time. The sensation of her orgasm has sent Charlie to the brink, and after only a few thrust, Monica once again felt the warmth of his cum splash against her back wall. 

He withdrew slowly, and as her lips once again closed behind him, she collapsed on to her side, breathing heavily. Her pussy and mid section tingled with the after shocks of orgasm, and she noticed that she consciously aware of feeling empty down there for the first time in her life. Her insides throbbed and ached, but no longer outright hurt. As she lay there, she felt Charlie's cum begin to leak out of her and on to her inner thigh. Monica found this oddly satisfying and smiled, not bothering to wipe it away as Charlie laid beside her. She once again looked at the clock. An hour had passed since they had come in to the room, and she had learned more about sex in that 60 minutes than she had in all of the 18 years if her life.

Her mind was still swimming in the afterglow of pleasure as Charlie cupped her firm breast. She felt his limp shaft against her back as he spooned up tightly against her, and as she drifted off to sleep, looked forward to to next time he took her. 



Wedding Night



Rebecca sighed as she stared over the horizon on the lovely yacht known as the Lady Veritas. She was dressed in her white silk lingerie gown that her twin had given her as a wedding gift. She took a long drag off her cigarette, crying silently, praying that Papa Joe didn't hurt any of her family.

'Yer too beautiful ta be destroyin' yer body like tha', love.'

Rebecca jumped. She turned around, her eyes wide. She breathed a sigh when she saw who it was.

'Oh...' she said in a dejected tone, 'hi, Connor.'

Connor sighed. He slowly walked up to Rebecca, wrapping his arms tightly around her.

'Baby...' he said softly, 'why are ye cryin'?'

Rebecca sighed. She turned around, looking over the horizon again.

'Papa Joe fuckin' Yakavetta,' she snarled, taking another long drag off her cigarette, 'that's why I'm fucking crying.'

Connor took the cigarette from Rebecca's hand. He tossed it into the water below, drying her tears with his thumb.

'No more tears, love,' he soothed, 'yer safe now.'

Rebecca closed her eyes. She hung her head, shaking it as more tears flowed down her cheeks.

'This isn't what I wanted...' she whispered, 'I didn't ask for this...'

'We're still goin' ta Ireland,' said Connor, tightening his hold, 't'is wha' ye wanted.'

Rebecca snorted.

'Yeah,' she said sarcastically, 'hiding from Papa Joe instead of celebrating our wedding.'

Connor chuckled.

'T'is still our weddin' nigh',' he mused, kissing Rebecca's neck, 'I believe I owe me new bride some lovin'.'

Rebecca giggled.

'You do, do you?' she teased.

Connor laughed softly.

'Aye,' he said, 'I can' let this lingerie go ta waste, now can I?'

'Really, now?' purred Rebecca.

Connor smirked deviously.

'Time ta make tha bride blush.'

Rebecca laughed. Connor picked her up, slinging her over his shoulder. Rebecca giggled as Connor carried her to their room, forgetting all about Papa Joe.

'Someone's frisky,' she teased as Connor opened the door of their special room.

Connor chuckled.

'I can' 'elp it, love,' he said, kicking the door shut with his foot, 'ye look sexy.'

Rebecca giggled.

Slowly and carefully, Connor sat down on the bed. He remained sitting up, leaning back against the pillows, purring as Rebecca straddled his lap.

'God, yer sexy...' he drawled.

'So are you,' teased Rebecca.

Connor chuckled. He cupped the back of Rebecca's head, bringing her lips to his.

Rebecca wrapped her arms tightly around Connor's neck, feeling her own desire mixing with his. She forgot all about Papa Joe crashing her wedding reception. All that mattered now was her new husband.

Connor moaned softly as Rebecca deepened the kiss. He knotted his fingers in her hair, pulling her closer to him. He took her hand, gently placing it on his penis, showing her how bad he wanted her.

Rebecca pulled back from the kiss. She looked deep into Connor's eyes, rocking her hips against his erection. Connor purred softly, guiding her hips.

Rebecca became slightly impatient now. She reached down, pulling Connor's shirt over his head. She ran her nails along his bare chest before reaching down to un-fasten his jeans.

A low moan erupted at the back of Connor's throat. He lifted his hips as Rebecca slid his jeans and boxers off his hips, freeing his throbbing cock. He stripped her of her gown, dipping his head down to draw one of her nipples in his mouth, his other hand pressing against the small of her back.

Rebecca moaned softly as Connor used his mouth and hands to explore her body. She gently pressed her lips to his Virgin Mary tattoo, stroking his cock, enticing his erection more.

Unable to wait any longer, Connor gripped Rebecca's hips. He slid inside her in one fluid motion, throwing his head back against the headboard, moaning with pleasure.

Rebecca growled as Connor filled her completely. She gripped his shoulders and began to ride him, her eyes locked on his as she circled her hips, drawing him in deeper. She brought her lips to his again, moaning softly as she rode him.

Connor sunk his fingers deep into his bride's hair. He lifted his hips, matching her thrusts. Rebecca felt nothing but bliss and happiness as she rode him, not caring that she would be celebrating her honeymoon with her friends rather than it being just her and Connor.

Connor became impatient now. He thrusted harder, guiding Rebecca's hips to do the same.

Rebecca snarled as the pleasure in her body increased. She pressed her body closer to Connor's, her breasts rubbing against his chest as she rode him faster. She threw her head back, letting out a scream as her body orgasmed.

Connor roared ferociously as Rebecca's body clenched around him. His body released in a sudden rush of pleasure, panting hard as Rebecca stopped. He held her tight as their bodies began to settle down. Then, suddenly, before either of them could speak, there was a knock on the door.

'Connor! Rebecca! We're in Ireland now!'

Rebecca laughed. It was Michael.

'Let me get my clothes on first!' she called.

'Alright,' said Michael, walking away.

Rebecca laughed. She got up off the bed, grabbing her jeans and a black t-shirt. She didn't bother with her bra or panties, she just wanted off this boat.

Connor chuckled softly as he watched Rebecca tie her hair in a loose bun as he got dressed. When he was done, he walked over to her, gently kissing her lips.

'So...' he said, 'are ye ready?'

Rebecca smiled.

'Ready as ever,' she said confidently. 



Wedding Night



It was finally here, my wedding night. I was a traditional girl through and through. We'd been dating two years and I'd never seen him naked. I glance over at my husband and blush. He's checking us into our hotel room and I can't keep this loopy smile off of my face. He glances down at me and smiles back. He tips my head back and gives me a quick kiss.

He's older than me, by quite a bit, and my opposite in so many ways. He's confident and charming, with a gorgeous smile, and these alluring green eyes. I'm only twenty, ten years his junior, and he always teases me by calling me his baby girl. 

We finish checking in and take the elevator up to the honeymoon suite. I'm getting so nervous now that its almost time. Jim has done this before, you know, sex, but I never have. 

"Don't worry baby girl." He says as we get off the elevator. "You're going to love it." 

He always seems to know just how I'm feeling. Despite the differences in our age he's perfect for me. I've never met another man like him. He slips the key card into the door, and then sweeps me up into his arms and carries me across the threshold. 

I get my first glimpse of the room as he sets me down. Rose petals cover the floor and the bed. scented candles flicker all around the room, filling the air with the heavy scent of lavender. A jacuzzi tub dominates one corner of the room, and the bed fills a large portion of the rest of the room. I gulp as I look at that bed, I'm not sure what I'm scared about, but I am. 

"How about a bath to help us relax?" He suggests. 

He starts the tub and begins stripping off his clothes. I'm watching in rapture as the layers of his suit come off. He is the best looking man I've ever met. Another blush mantles my cheeks as his pants and underwear crumple to the floor. His penis is so big, and now I don't know what to do. 

Jim steps towards me and gives me a big hug. I relax against his chest. His hands deftly pull the zipper on my dress down, and he pulls back to let it fall away from me. 

"There's my beautiful girl," he says. 

I'm blushing and staring at the floor, but from the corner of my eye I can see his penis getting harder. I can feel my stomach tightening as I wonder how it will feel to finally make love. 

He quickly unbuttons my bra, and I snap out of my daze long enough to slip out of my undies. We climb into the tub together, and he pulls me close to his side tilting my head back for a kiss. We start making out as the warm water creeps up our legs and across the seats. I relax into the act of kissing and loose myself in the sensation of his lips. 

The jets turn on, and I jump nearly out of my skin. Jim just laughs and pulls me closer, as the water churns around us. I'm up on his lap now, and I can feel his penis pushing against my leg. He doesn't do anything with it though, he just keeps kissing me. 

I don't even notice at fist that he's shifting me, until suddenly I'm astride him. His hands drop from my face to my chest for just a moment and he chuckles as I give out a little gasp. He kisses my neck, and lets one of his hands slide down between my breasts, towards my belly. My hands are buried in his hair, and I'm trembling from his touch. 

His fingers stroke my thighs, and I'm a hyperventilating mess. His lips close around my nipple, his warm mouth is a contrast to the cool air. His hand strokes my vagina then he slips two fingers inside. His tongue works in circles on my nipple, and his free hand is cupping my second breast. I've never felt something so good. 

His fingers inside of me are sliding back and forth, rubbing against my walls, and twisting side to side. He's driving me crazy, and he knows it. I'm not breathing any more, I'm panting. Every move he makes is building something up inside of me, and I feel like I'm going to explode. He twirls his thumb over my clitoris and suddenly I'm over the edge. My body shakes, and I can feel myself contracting around his fingers as he continues to rub them inside me. I'm letting out a sound, its half squeal, have scream, and I don't care how much noise I'm making. It just feels so good. I collapse against him as the sensation passes.

"That's my baby girl." He murmurs in my ear. His hand pulls away from my privates and strokes my back. He lets me rest against him for a while, then finally we climb out of the tub. 

My shyness around him is gone now, after an experience like that I'm not ever aware that I'm naked. I do bend down to grab a towel to dry myself, and I feel him come and stand behind me. His throbbing penis pushes against my bum for a second and I can hear him sigh. 

"I'm going to take you like this some day baby girl, but not tonight." His serious tone sends more shivers down my spine. 

He lets me stand up, and pulls me towards the bed. I follow willingly, and lay myself down in the centre of the bed at his direction.

"I wanted you to know how good it can feel before we had sex for real, I know it can hurt for a girl the first time," he tells me. "but I can't wait any more, I just need to feel how tight that little pussy is right now."

His dirty talking winds me up way more than I thought it would. His hand slips between my legs, and I'm rewarded with a smile from him when he feels that I'm already getting wetter. The idea of his penis inside me was scary an hour ago, now it all I can think about. He slides my legs apart and kneels between them. He grabs some lube from the side table, and coats us both liberally with it. Once he's ready he guides his penis forward with one hand, and lets the head of his penis rest against my opening. He leans forward so that he is hanging over me and gently presses himself inwards. 

I understand what he means about the pain, its so big, and I'm so little. My body doesn't like stretching to fit him. He goes slow though, stopping after every cementer to let me adjust to his girth. I never imagined a man's penis could be so big. He uses one of his hands to stroke my face, and we're staring into each others eyes as we slowly join together. Its the most intimate moment of my life. 

Finally he's all the way inside of me, its an interesting sensation, being so full. I can feel my muscles adjusting to him, and it feels so good. He pulls his hips up, drawing his penis part way out, then gently thrusts it back in. The feeling of him pressing against my sides makes me moan just a little bit, he seems to love my noises, I can see his face light up every time a sound escapes my lips.

His pace increases, thrusting faster and faster in and out of me. He props himself up with one hand, and his free hand is roaming over my body, playing with my breasts, running through my hair, and caressing my hips. My own hands are gripping the sheets tightly as I can feel that pressure building in my stomach again. I begin gasping and moaning uncontrollably, and he redoubles his efforts. I feel like we're going to start a fire with all the thrusting and rubbing he's doing. I'm not complaining though, it feels so good. 

I'm screaming again, coming with him inside of me feels so much better than it did the first time, my muscles squeeze his penis, and I can feel him shudder. He pauses, then thrusts really hard, again and again into me, then collapses onto my chest. His hands play with my hair, and he is murmuring into my ear as we lay tangled together.

"Thats it baby girl, you took it all in just like a pro."

I sigh in delight at his praise, I can feel his soft penis pull out, and the coolness of his sperm dripping out of me, but he doesn't seem to want to get up, so I stay laying on the bed with him. We fall asleep like that, and its the perfect end to my perfect day. I've never been so happy in my life.

"Hey baby girl." The room is dark and I'm not sure what going on at first. Jim is shaking my shoulders, I'm a bit cold, stiff, and my vagina has a dull ache. Its not too unpleasant, just different.

His hands are moving over my skin again, but I'm so tired, I'm not sure what he wants.

"I'm so fucking horny, my beautiful wife is naked in bed with me, and I need her," he keeps talking dirty in my ear, and once again like magic I feel myself becoming aroused. 

"Roll onto your back baby girl, and kneel."

I do as I'm told, he guides my hands up so they are braced against the headboard. Then his hands drop to push my legs a little farther apart. He slathers us in lube again and pushes his penis back in side of me. Its different than last time, he doesn't take it as slow, but it doesn't hurt much more than the first time. His hands grab my swinging breasts, and cradle them while he sets a slow pace, thumping against the back of my thighs. We keep going like this for a while, I don't like it as much as laying down, but it still feels good to have him inside of me. He lets go of one of my breasts and uses his hand to gently pull my head backwards. 

"I'm going to teach you how to be my dirty little girl, I want to fuck you every night, at least once." His hand on my boob shifts and his fingers begin playing with my nipple. I let out a little gasp.

"Louder," He says. "I want you to scream for me again baby girl." 

He lets go of my hair and his hand drops to my vagina, he massages my clit in rhythm with my breast and I start going crazy with pleasure. My body starts to swing in time with his, we're hitting harder now, and he's pressing deeper inside me with each push. I'm moaning and gasping for him. My noises drive him crazy too. We're like animals, throwing ourselves against each other with no thought but for the pleasure waiting on the horizon. His hands go to my waist and he's pushing hard again, coming already. 

I mewl pathetically and his hands return to their previous locations, forcing me closer to where he is, closer to the edge of bliss. He's getting soft inside me, but it doesn't matter now. I've reached my orgasm. 

We lean against the headboard for a minute catching our breath, but he doesn't pull out of me this time. His penis is already getting hard again. 

"Just one more baby, I just want to try one more with you." I'm getting sore, but I can't resist his begging. I want to be a good wife, and I love pleasing my new husband. 

Once he's hard he pulls out and instructs me to kneel on the floor next to the bed. He perches on the end and guides my head forward with his hands. I don't understand what he wants at first.

"Suck on it baby girl, as best you can. I want to feel your lips."

My stomach churns but I kiss it anyways. Our fluids are all mixed on it and the taste is interesting. I'm not sure I like it at first but the more I kiss and lick his penis the more I come to like it. Eventually I'm cleaning it with relish, and I find myself a little disappointed when its all clean.

"Slide it into your mouth, and use your tongue to play with it, Oh fuck, yeah, just like that."

I keep playing with him for a long time, letting him slide around in my mouth. My tongue runs up and down his shaft, and I swirl it around his head. 

"Good, okay, stand up baby girl."

He lays me on the edge of the bed and he stands while we have sex one more time. My legs are wrapped around his waist. He gets so much deeper than before, I can feel him pressing up all the way inside of me with each thrust. His hand is on my clit again and it doesn't seem to take any time for me to reach the edge. We come together, riding the waive of ecstasy. 

Once were done he crawls into bed, and we dig our way under the sheets like excited children. I fall asleep curled against his chest. Now my wedding night is really complete.



Wedding Night



The girl yawned and rolled over in bed, where the sheets where cool against her bare skin, and away from that furnace she called her husband, her Dom and her God. Usually she loved how warm he was, but in August it seemed like she couldn't sleep even one night without sweating, even under the thin sheet he insisted was the only thing they needed to keep warm despite her claims that she liked the feel of a comforter and blankets. Sighing softly, she moved the curly brown hair out of her face and looked at his magnificent body, the strong shoulders and biceps, the curve of his back, the tattoos on his back, calve and forearms. Shivering with a mixture of lust and happiness, she stretched and stood up, her thighs sore from her first night sleeping in his bed, it seemed like all the pent up sexual tension he felt for the two years that they'd been sneaking around and making love only once a week had been released their wedding night. Her firm round buttocks, that were streaked with red from the whipping he'd given her after jokingly refusing him, swayed softly with her hips as she made her way to the kitchen. Looking in the mirror she saw her neck was stained with wine colored bruises and was sore from his hand being wrapped around it, her thighs shivered as she remembered, allowing him to choke her made her feel so secure, like she was willingly putting her life in his hands, it felt like she could trust him with everything. Her hands trembled as she got a glass of water, she had rope burn all around her wrists and ankles, but she didn't care, it was him, all him, he was the one that set her blood on fire.

Smiling softly she crept back into the room and loudly shut the door and stretched, positioning her arms above her head and leaning against the door, accentuating her large breasts and slim waist. His eyes watched her, dreamily and he smiled and propped himself up on his elbows and watches as she gently swayed her hips on her way to him and crawled across the bed, kissing his calves, slowly up to his thighs, up to the throbbing member that told her all she needed to know about how much he wanted her. Soft rose colored lips kissed his shaft, teeth gently biting down, her tongue slowly licking him from base to tip then sucking on the head. Soft moans escaped his lips as he fell back against the silky sheets and shivered. She slowly brought her breasts up and worked them around his enormous cock, his hips gently thrusting from time to time. Slowly she pulled away, the heart-shaped metal tag on her collar that read Princess clanged against the D-ring, creating a soft chiming sound as she crawled on top of him, her lips searching for his nipples then softly sucking then biting them and pulling the metal rings. Then, without any apprehension or shyness, she straddled him and rubbed her soft wet pussy against his cock and gently moves it into her, sighing and moaning. His hands clamped down over her hips and pulled her down onto him then up again, moving him in and out of her, her soft folds massaging his cock. Leaning her head back and arching her back she let's out a sensuous moan and bites her bottom lip as she bounces up and down on him and moves her hips in a circular motion. Reaching back with a hand and forward with another, she reaches between his legs and gently rubs his balls, feeling the silky skin between her fingers and moving her fingers in circular motions, then, she moves her other hand to her clit, softly rubbing it, her thighs trembling and her thrusts becoming uneven and wild as she verges on climax. All night he'd came on her belly, her back, her ass, her thighs and in her mouth, but now, as she grabbed him by the hair and nibbled his earlobe, she told him to come inside of her, and with a few more hard thrusts, he did, just as she climaxed.

She collapsed beside him and kissed his neck softly and smiles as she wrapped her arms around him. She's made love to him many times, but never like this, never able to call him her husband, the feeling was wonderful, as was the thirteen hour sleep that followed.



Wedding Night



As she stood in the door way brushing her teeth he couldn't take his eyes of her. He always thought she was the sexiest woman on earth but today she was positively breathtakingly beautiful. Tonight was the first night he would get to make love to his wife and he planed to make it last. He had been waiting to take that dress off her since he first saw her at the altar. Even though the dress was beautiful he still wanted to see it on the floor of their honeymoon suite. The dress fitted her perfectly, it was made of white lace with a full skirt and long train, it also showed off her perfect breasts beautifully. But he had an idea that what was underneath was even more spectacular. 

As he slowly made his way across the room to her he remembered this morning when he was getting dressed in his hotel room and there was a knock on the door, when he opened the door no one was there. But he noticed a small box on the floor. He bent down and picked it up. When he got back into the room he opened it and found a note and a pair of white lacy panties. The note read " I just thought I'd give you a little seek preview of tonight, hope I can manage without them all day. Can't wait to become your wife xxxxx". He put them in his pocket for safe keeping but throughout the day whenever he put his hand in his pocket he was sure people would notice the stirring in his trousers. Every time he touched them he had to fight the urge to just drag her, caveman style, to their bedroom, or any secluded spot in the hotel and fuck her senseless.

But now it was finally time. They were alone at last and he would get to make mad passionate love to his wife, he loved how that word sounded. When he reached her he slowly wrapped his arms around her and trailed soft kisses from just below her ear down to her collar bone. She gasped as he made his way back up the curve of her neck, he continued on slowly till their lips met. He kissed her gently and pulled back. He kept one hand on the small of her back and pulled the panties out of his pocket. He held them up in front of her and said "I believe these are yours". When she tried to take them from him he pulled away and said "oh no I'm keeping these as a momento of what is going to be the best night of my life". 

Then he kissed her with all the passion and hunger he had felt all day. He couldn't wait to get inside her but he knew he had to take it slow. As he explored her mouth with his tongue he pulled her over to their bed. As soon as he felt the bed behind him he turned her around and laid her gently down. As he stood over her he could see the lust in her eyes. She was panting in anticipation of what was to come. He also noticed her eyes wander south to the rather large bulge in his trousers. All at once she sat up and grabbed his waist band and began to undo his zip. She freed his cock in one swift movement and slowly began to run her tongue along the length of it. He let a soft moan escape his lips when she put her mouth over the tip. He knew she loved sucking his cock and that turned him on even more . She soon had his whole length in her mouth and was sucking hard. He loved watch her head bob up and down as she fucked him with her mouth. He reached down the front of her low cut dress so he could play with her big tits as she pumped away on his cock. When he grabbed her nipple and pinched she moaned on him which sent vibrations shooting up him. He knew if he didn't stop her soon he would cum and he didn't want it to end just yet so he reluctantly pulled out of her mouth and bent down to kiss her.

As he continued to kiss her he began to feel around for the opening that would free her from her dress. But as much as he tried he just could not fathom how to get the god for saken thing off her. So she helped him out by opening the zip on it. 

As soon as she had the zip fully down she pushed him away and stood up, letting the dress fall to the ground as she did so. He gasped as his eyes wandered the length of her delicious body. She was stood before him in what could only be described as the sexiest underwear known to man. It was a snow white basque with suspenders attached to it. It pushed her breasts up so he could see how perfectly large they were, but it was also see through enough that he could see her beautifully large, hard nipples. As his eyes scanned further down he could see her carefully waxed pussy, she knew he didn't like a clean shaven pussy so she always left just enough hair down there so he could enjoy it. He could clearly see that she was true to her word and had indeed spent the whole day going commando. 

The sight had him nearly panting in his want to taste what was between her legs. So he pushed her back onto the bed and spread her legs wide enough so his head could gain access to her most delicate of areas. He started off slowly by kissing from her inner knee to the top of her thigh. When he reached the top of her thigh he began to spread small sensual kisses back down her leg, much to her obvious annoyance. she wanted to feel his tongue lap at her tender pussy more than she had ever wanted before. She needed to feel him devour her juices, but he continued in his slow torture of kissing and gently nibbling on her thigh, he would get so close to her sweet spot and then he would make his way back down her leg. The anticipation of what was to come was turning her into a quivering wreck.

When he knew she couldn't take the teasing any more he gently kissed her between the legs. She left out a slow moan of pleasure as he began to slowly run his tongue along her slit. He quickend the pace of his tongue as she spread her legs wider to allow him deeper access . As his mouth found her clit he inserted a finger in to her moist pussy. She bucked against his hand and she grabbed the back of his head to insure he wouldn't pull away. When he felt her grab his head he knew it was time to put another finger inside her. He spent the next few minutes ferociously ficking his tongue over her erect clit and he fucked her with two fingers. Her moans got louder and louder with each thrust, he knew she was close so he slowed his pace and began to gently suck on her lips instead. As he alternated between liking and sucking his fingers found the illusive "g spot". He had read somewhere that if you stimulated that it could make a woman "squirt". He had never actually seen a woman in real life do it. His friend had told him about his girlfriend who always did it and the idea of it really turned him on, so he decided to give it a try. Aparently all he had to do was stimulate her g spot and she would squirt everywhere. 

He began by gently rubbing the soft spot inside her. As he did this he grabbed her big juicy tit and gave it a good hard squeeze. She bucked hard against his hand and moaned loudly. She reached down and grabbed hold of his cock so she could pump it. She copied the rhythm of his fingers and pumped him slowly. 

He continued to massage that sweet spot as his mouth found her pussy again. He slowly licked her clit as she continued to stroke his throbbing cock. He pushed two fingers inside her until they were dripping wet, then he began to gently probe her anus with his pinky. When she pushed down onto his pinky he knew she was ready for him to insert it into her tight hole. It wasn't their first time experimenting with anal and he knew she enjoyed it almost as much as he did. He took it slow but as soon as his finger was all they was inside her he quickened his pace.

He had two fingers fucking her glistening pussy and one finger fucking her ass, he was also sucking hard on her clit and tugging hard on her nipples, this was his best chance he was ever going to get to get her to squirt on him. He knew she had to be super relaxed and turned on for it to work.

While he continued with the same pace he rubbed harder on the little nub just inside her tight pussy. He could feel that she was getting very close. She was bucking hard against his hand and moaning so loudly that he was sure the people in the next room would complain soon. But he didn't dare stop, he wanted to make her cum harder than ever before.

He had been imagining this moment all day and now that it was so close he just hoped that he wouldn't cum first. He was using all his concentration to focus on her pleasure and he could tell it was just about to pay off. So with two more deep thrusts of his fingers he felt her begin to fall apart. Her orgasm started slowly but after a few more sensuous licks the most powerful orgasm ever rocketed through her. Her moans grew even louder and as he continued to lick her clit, but he had to pull back due to the sudden gush of juices from her. He used his hand instead to continue to stimulate her. He had never seen anything quite like that before, she was writhing in pleasure and squirting her juices all over him and the bed. 

As soon as she seemed to be over the shuddering orgasm he positioned himself at her opening. She moaned gently as he slowly pushed in. Her vagina was still pulsating and was squeezing on his hard cock. He knew it wouldn't take him long to finish. In fact just watching her squirt had nearly pushed him over the edge, he had thought of just finishing himself off as he rubbed her dripping pussy, he had imagined his own cuming mixing with hers and rubbing it into her cunt. But he wanted to fucked her so he waited till she was finished.

He started to pump into her, he knew she loved to be fucked hard after her first orgasm. As her moans grew louder again he knew she would soon cum again. He quickened the pace and grabbed her legs to spread them wider. He fucked even harder and bent his head slightly to get access to her nipples. As soon as his mouth reached her hard nipple he felt his release begin. He bit gently on her nipple and thrust once more into her and his orgasm rocked hard through his whole body. As his cum pumped into her she came again. They both finished together with a load moan. As they cuddled afterwards he was very excited about spending the rest of his life trying to recreate the best night he ever had.