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Bes R Walker

Lara Biron

My Liberated Wedding- Bes R Walker

Three weeks prior to my wedding, one of my more adventuresome, some would say kinkier, friends, Delores gave me a bridal shower. Actually Delores is more than "just a friend" she is my best friend and has been so since are high school days.

At first, I assumed the shower was going to a very nice little affair. You know all of us girls getting together drinking a few cocktails and swapping stories about coping with men and their peculiar habits, weaknesses and proclivities. The kind of shower I grew up with.

Let me tell you, I was absolutely wrong about the nice part.

I did not know just how wrong I was until Delores announced, in an unusually odd formal and rather somber voice, her intent to play a special video, just for me, she said.

"I am obliged to resort to these feeble gestures because Tess is so vanilla, so timid about sexual matters that she flat out refused to even consider going somewhere like Jake's Cabin, or somewhere similar where we could all have a fun bachelorette party suitable for women of our maturity. It's a pity really, because I am sure the atmosphere at Jake's, although a little disconcerting at first, would have given her the opportunity to observe other females who are extremely comfortable with using men for their pleasures and who are not content with the straightjacket that have stunted the sexual personality of so many women."

She said this last part in a light, almost teasing, manner, in stark contrast to the tone of the first part of her little announcement.

Light or not, I still felt that it would have been best not said. I mean just because I do not jump into bed with every man who asks or engage in the various kinds of strange acts that some over publicized gaggle of weirdo perverts have labeled as the trendy thing of the month, does not make me a prude.
Nevertheless, every one else at the little get-together, all my closest girl friends, either nodded in agreement, giggled or outright laughed at Delores' somewhat catty little witticism.
Now let me put this in context. Jake's Cabin is a place where a bride to be can go and satiate her vulgar, juvenile taste for a variety of phalluses, pardon me for being some blunt about mentioning the male sexual organ, prior to her marriage.

I know about these things because I own a specialty bridal gown company and I have heard a few of my customers talking about it. But, I have no need to fondle, kiss, lick and/or suck some male trollop's penis, there I said it, I said penis. And it is perfectly appropriate that I be blunt concerning such matters, as it is a rather despicable practice that no decent woman would ever endorse. I must say that Delores' interest in such lewd activity is unusual for her for in fact, she has never indicated such a prurient fixation before. If any one would have asked me, I would have quickly affirmed that she and I were almost spiritual twins when it came to such matters.

Delores is twenty-five, I am twenty-four, she's three months older than I. She is married, as I soon will be. She is a very successful entrepreneur just as I am. So, where is all this Jake's Cabin talk coming from, I wondered, unless some of the others have pushed her into this unfortunate position.
Indeed I was rather shocked that so many of my other friends actually seemed to share Delores' articulated twisted view of the proper behavior of a bride to be during her last days as an unattached woman. It is certainly not a perspective I embrace or approve.

So, yes, I did indeed rule Jake's out and for good measure I had firmly rejected the whole idea of a bachelorette party.

You can see why I was more than a little disappointed with Delores. Her behavior was absolutely inexcusable and inappropriate for my bridal shower.

I had not expected her to try and turn my bridal shower into some kind of substitute bash for oversexed party girls like, well like that Hilton woman. After I had explicitly ruled out such a party.

I was particularly disappointed in her because we have known each other since we met in our freshman homeroom back at Myrna Loy high school. As I have said she is my very best friend and I would have thought she would have had the decency to respect my wishes in such a deeply intimate matter.

But, I did not want to make a scene, so I made no objection to her playing the video. Although, I knew that it would be a disgusting film with a bunch of derelict drug addicted or alcoholic Hollywood rejects posing as thespians lying around naked doing God knows what with and to each other, all this in the name of the cheap exploitation of peoples' libidos and twisted sexual desires. No doubt intended and designed to inflame the viewers so that they too would begin to behave in a similarly lewd and unbecoming manner.

And what followed once the video commenced only affirmed my fears.

The very first thing you hear when it started, even before you see any of the so-called actors, or any other images, was the sounds of a woman's pre-orgasmic moans…it couldn't have been mistaken for anything else. I do know what a woman in the throes of an orgasm sounds like, you know.

To satisfy my curiosity, I looked around at my girlfriends and found that they were all riveted to the screen in great anticipation of what was to come next. It is sad to see so many otherwise intelligent, urbane women almost salivating at the thought of seeing a gang of rejects from Tinsel Town having their way with each other in such a mercenary manner.

I turned to Delores and asked, "Delores, what is this video called?"

"The Ultimate Bachelorette Party," she announced with a distinct smirk-like smile on her face.

Just at that moment this nude woman appeared on the screen. She was on her knees in a doggie like position, and as the scene expanded you could see the woman reach behind herself and inserting one of those dildo devices into her privates.

And here is the really strange thing, all the while that the woman with the dildo was abusing herself in such an inappropriate manner, it turns out that there was an actual man in the picture with this actress. I use the word actress to avoid using more appropriate, but less lady like terminology.

Now I have to admit that this man was well endowed. I actually felt a twinge of admiration for his anatomical beauty. Plus he was licking the privates, you know her vaginal area, of the woman engaged in the act of "self-pleasure" with the rather intimidating dildo. It was amazing how well he performed his role. Indeed his tongue action was in perfect synchronization and harmony with the woman's dildo strokes.

I groaned quietly to myself, not a groan of excitation mind you. A groan of growing disgust would be the best description, but nonetheless, I elected not to complain. I just preoccupied my mind with thoughts of the wedding and my business concerns.

However much I preoccupied myself with more sane thoughts, I must admit I did steal more than a few glances at the man's reproductive equipment. He was, as I said, extremely well endowed in that area.

Not that such a thing was all that important to me, no, not at all. It was just, how can I explain it, it was just interesting to see such a finely formed penis and testicles as if they had been sculptured by the Gods of Olympus or something.

Then the video's perspective panned around the room until it stopped on another woman, who was using another enormous sex toy on herself.

This dildo was perhaps as much as 12 inches or more. The woman wielding it was kind of riding up and down on it in a squat position with her legs sort of spread apart and the dildo braced in something like a stand that helped her keep the monstrous thing in place. She would lift herself up until much of the dildo was exposed to the world and then slam herself down on this gargantuan thing until she had engorge herself with it again.

I looked at her face and saw that her eyes were tightly shut and she had this almost other world look on her face. She was moaning loud enough to wake the dead in Paris or Tokyo. You could even see her moisture beginning to seep down the dildo as she drove that obscene thing in and out of herself.
I can still picture that long thick ivory colored dildo moving in and out of her privates with such furious force. It was like she was insane or something.

Then this guy came over and stood over her for a minute or so waving his erect penis in her face, close to her nose, until she must have smelled his masculine musk or something because she opened her eyes and smiled. She retrieved her toy from her vagina and offered it to him. He readily accepted and proceeded to imbibe her excretions by means of licking her juices from the thing while she watched and fingered herself.

"How do I taste?" she asked, or rather moaned and purred.

The guy mumbled, "delicious", apparently he did not want to stop sucking and licking the vulgar masturbation tool long enough to make a full sentence in reply. Or perhaps he was just some dumb jock with tasty looking pecs and a general physique to match who could not handle full sentences, I don't know.

Delores did a little bit of color at this point, like on those sports broadcasts Henry, he is my husband to be, likes to watch. "Doesn't this guy know its bad manners to talk with your mouth full?" she asked sarcastically.

She got quite a ripple of laughter and snickers for this little pearl from almost all in attendance. Well actually everyone as far as I could tell except for me.

About this time I was growing more and more uncomfortable with each passing second. The whole thing seemed to be very sordid and not very lady-like.

I mean, as I have explained, I am no prude by any means. Not like some petty, envious, mean spirited, small-minded people say.

It's just that I am not interested in the things people do in the privacy of their homes or where ever they decide to shed their clothing and go at each other with such unabashed and obvious abandon.

I thought to myself, Why didn't Delores pick a nice adult romance if she had to show a film, something with a lot dancing and dining and finally the mutually love struck couple tentatively at first, but with a steadily rising desire tear each other's garments off and go at it. You know one man and one woman who love each other in a beautiful dance of desire.

Now, that I would have liked, but all I had seen was, well to be polite, let me call it rather odd sexual behavior.

But, nonetheless, I sat there and did not complain. After all they were doing this for me I reasoned, although in the back of mind I had the sneaky suspicion that they were doing this for themselves. My wedding was just a convenient excuse.

When the guy who was licking the juices from the dildo, oh wait, I have to tell you a little bit about the woman whose juices he was savoring, she was an extremely attractive red head, for her kind, with stunning breasts that most have been 44 DD's or thereabouts, and a rear that I have to assume most men would have described in various vulgar terms such as a nice big juicy ass. Anyway she grabbed him by his testicles and snatched him to the carpet in front of her. He knew exactly what to do.

I must say, he did a very thorough and extensive job of eating her out, sorry, I should say performing cunnilingus. Eating out is such a vulgar phrase, don't you think? No proper lady would ever use such an expression. I learned that simple truth even before I was in high school.

Anyway, the really odd thing about this woman was that while he was eating her...oops given her head, no, I should say performing oral sex, which I prefer to call the act of cunnilingus, on her... with such care and attention, you could even say with great gusto, she seemed to take it all in stride. I guess she was accustomed to being serviced that way.

I must say, watching this part was a lot more interesting than the first couple of scenes. I admit that though I was embarrassed at my reaction to those scenes, the truth is that I found that part extremely stimulating, much to my surprise and chagrin.

If I was receiving such attention from that guy, I do not think I would have been so cavalier about his performance. Not that my lover boy, I mean my beloved Henry, of course, doesn't pleasure me in that way, its just that he agrees with me that even things we enjoy have to be done in moderation, at least until we were actually married.

Just about that time, I heard Samantha, one of my other close friends, pretending to whisper, but in fact broadcasting to everyone in the den with a very loud voice, that she wished she had "a long talented tongue and an 11 inch cock to service her about now."

Delores replied, "Well go into the kitchen and open the fridge and get one of the "cumcumbers" it should fit very snugly between your legs…that's half of your wish fulfilled right there." Again the majority of the group snickered and giggled, everyone except me, in fact.

I had no idea that Delores used and quite probably had actually made up this non-word "cumcumber" and I also wonder if she actually used this noble veggie in such an unwholesome manner. I even feared that I would never be able to eat a cucumber again without thinking of her terribly vulgar "cumcumber" concept.

As you have no doubt guessed by now, I would prefer that my girlfriends demonstrate more decorum as befitting their rank and station in life. I mean after all they were are all professional women, just like myself, some with highly responsible positions in government and the corporate world.

But alas it seemed that on the whole I was fighting a losing battle.

"I need someone to eat my pussy," rang out Anna's voice from another corner of the den.

Then I had this horrible thought, what if this is a prelude to some girl group grope stuff. I am not ashamed or embarrassed to say that this wasn't really my cup of tea…no matter how trendy people, or at least some people, think it is.

I felt a very pronounced twinge of … I don't know what else to call it but discomfort about the fact that as opposed to my own ethical views, all my girlfriends seemed a lot more at ease with such ideas.

And at the same I didn't want my girlfriends to think I was some kind of unrepentant nerd girl or something. After all I wasn't a virgin or anything like that. I was merely behaving in a proper manner for a decent woman.

I glanced at the film again and noticed that there was this guy standing in front of a nicely proportion blond woman. My God he had a monster hard-on; I mean large erection.

I thought to myself, now this is a little better. This guy looked more appetizing, or rather endowed than any of the other men in the film.

Indeed, to be honest, looking at this well endowed young athletic looking actor actually turned me on.

Or rather I felt some signs of arousal, yes that is a more ladylike way of expressing what I was feeling.

However, it wasn't quite what I was looking for either as I soon found out.

It wasn't long before this handsome brute started using the blonde to satisfy his own selfish and sordid gratification. Without much ceremony, well, without any ceremony at all, he removed what little garb the woman had on, pushed her back onto carpet and with the complete absence of any further ado or preparation, rammed his charming, if exceptionally large, cock, pardon me penis, into her.

When he entered her I felt a little electric like tension building in my body, I try to tell myself that it was undoubtedly due to a sense of extreme disgust created by his rude and ungentlemanly behavior and her acquiescence. But to my shame and horror, I realized the feeling was arousal. This brute's behavior somehow appealed to some deep, almost alien, part of me and I was apparently not yet strong enough to resist it. I continued to watch, despite real feelings of misgiving about my own weaknesses.

After what I assumed must have been a couple of very painful - for her - in and out strokes he finally succeeded in lodging that monster penis all the way in her. I looked at the woman's face, and to my surprise, she didn't seem to be in any pain at all.

Then it occurred to me. Oh. yeah, she's probably an experienced slut or something…you know the type, tramps, the kind of women accustomed to huge penises going in and out of their various orifices all the time. I shuddered a bit and my slowly building arousal disappeared in a flash.

Anyway, back to the video, this guy then paid her what I supposed was a compliment of sorts.

"Damn baby, you are so fucking wet…and tight too."

Then he grunted a few times as he continued to ram his dick in and out of her. (Oh my God, did I say that? Did I actually say dick?)

The guy stopped stroking her for a minute and gave her another one of his uncomplimentary compliments. "Fucking you is like getting a blowjob and being jerked off all at the same time."

I guess you were supposed to assume that she was primed and wet already and did not require any foreplay, you know, because of the general tenor of the video's little fuck-fest, I mean party.

Then I heard Judith's always-loud voice, in an unusually loud mode even for her, vibrating across Delores' den room.

"Hey Tess, perhaps you should shut your eyes, I'll tell you when all the icky-poo, nasty stuff is over..."

This uncalled for and thoroughly unappreciated remark was followed by big laughs from all my less sensitive friends and quite a few suppressed giggles from my more sympathetic friends.

I don't have to tell you I didn't like Judith's little dig at all. Of all my friends, you know how friends are, some are good friends, and others, well let us just say they would probably wear yellow open-toed stilettos, fishnet stockings, a red, white and blue summer dress, and a pink party hat to your funeral. This is the kind of friend Judith is.

Judith, I know for a fact, had set her cap for my fiancé. She has even made thinly veiled propositions to him right in front of my face. On one occasion this slut was so brazen, well, she not only propositioned him, but, had the audacity to run her fingers down the front of his torso. I could have scratched her eyes out right then and there…if I weren't such a lady.

Finally Delores' bridal shower from hell ended.

Though, I would be remiss if I did not mention that there were some very nice gifts and Delores had prepared a very appropriate array of things to eat and drink for all my assembled girlfriends.

As I was leaving with my gifts Delores gave me a mauve envelope with the words "Do not open until you are in bed," scrawled on it in her handwriting. .

Around 10 that evening, I remembered the envelope and I decided that I would read it. It might help me sleep I reasoned. Since the announcement of my wedding I have suffered a bit of insomnia. You know how things like weddings are you desperately want it but you can never really feel confident everything will go precisely right. I guess the same thing applies to the marriage itself. Not that I had any doubts about our love.

So I retrieved Delores' little note, sat down on the edge of my bed and opened it.

I was sure it would be some sisterly advice from her, since she was already happily married to her old college sweetheart Richard Tolstoy.

Instead, Delores' little personal present to me turned out to be a printout of an excerpt from the book Linda Jaivin's book Eat Me, that Delores had found surfing the web. I was immediately suspicious of Delores' intent given the title of the book.

Delores prefaced the selected segment with a short personal clarification.

Tess,

As you are my absolute best friend in the whole solar system, no universe, and I want you to be prepared for your next big adventure in life, so I went out on the web and found this for you. I am sending it to you because I want you and Henry to be as happy as Dick are…and I think this is just the thing you need at the moment.

D

Delores often called her husband Dick or sometimes Dickie. Personally I would not use such a suggestive nickname.

The author, Jaivin, I later found out, was Australian, which accounts for the odd condiments used on the French fries and her use of the word vegs for vegetables. Those Aussie are…well, let us just say they go their own way.

I wasn't familiar with the book but I hoped that my initial fears were misplaced and that it would provide me with some excellent, albeit tongue-in-cheek, advice on marital life. You know the kind of mundane and semi-mundane things associated with marriage, plus a little of the spicier stuff.

After all Delores was, as I said, my best friend and she undoubtedly wanted to impart some useful but not really overly exciting bits of knowledge. You know, things I could consider on my own without the distraction of the shower itself. Especially the kind of shower Delores apparently felt she had to organize to placate all our other friends.

Of course, I thought to myself, it was the group pressure that made her show that video, I should have known she would not have done such a thing strictly of her own volition.

I started to read:

Ava held out the other half to the detective and arched an eyebrow. He was striding toward her now. Taking the fruit. Eating with rapture. Dropping to his knees in front of her.

She widened her stance. In one swift movement, she reached out and, grabbing him by the back of his head, brought his mouth up to her cunt. He gasped.

"Eat me," she commanded.

"No, I . . ." he mumbled, panic in his voice.

"Eat me, you filthy spud," she repeated, threateningly this time.

"I . . ."

Ava fumbled in her bag with her free hand until she found her whip. The compact one she always kept in her purse. She cracked it against the floor next to Adam.

He shook his head, but his thick short hair only excited her as it brushed back and forth against her sensitive and swollen sex. The stubble on his chin grated engagingly on her inner thighs.

"Eat me, you coffee stain. You slice of moldy cheese. You slab of five-day-old horsemeat," she taunted, teasing the back of his neck with the handle of the whip.

"No!" he protested. "No, I won't! And you can't make me! I'm a good boy!"

"Naughty boy," Ava contradicted. "Naughty as extra-large French fries with vinegar and salt. Naughty as Heavenly Chocolate Cake." She yanked him closer.

"Not true!" he gasped, clutching onto her legs with both hands. "I'm as unsullied as Sara Lee, as pure as buckwheat pasta. I won't--ouch!--participate in your disgusting little game." She tugged his ear, hard. He whimpered and stopped his struggle.

"All right," he whispered... "All right then. I will eat you. I will. You will be my pâté, my calamari, my pumpkin risotto, my roast and three vegs." He ate now, ate like a man who was starving. He devoured me with his tongue, his lips, his teeth, and his hands. He ate every last trace of fig and strawberry and grape and kiwifruit, transformed by her love blender into a warm and salty tropical fruit yogurt.

Ava dropped the whip. Her hand closed on a bunch of bananas as she slid down to the floor. Adam was kneeling between her legs now, still feeding at her goluptious trough. (I thought this goluptious was an error until I looked it up it seems that it is a perversion of voluptuous roughly meaning luscious...I assumed that this goluptious must have also been a etymological creation of the down under environment…anyway back to the excerpt)

He reached out, grabbed her hands, and pinned them to the floor with his own, forcing her to release the bananas. She raised her head and glared at him. Struggled, but to no avail. He was smirking now. At his own, torturously slow pace, he returned his attention to her cunt. Moaning, she came in his mouth, kicking hard with one foot and sending a high-heeled shoe skimming down the aisle in the direction of the breakfast cereals. Still lapping, he released her hands, which lay limp by her side. He fumbled for the bananas and peeled one. She drew in her breath as he pushed it inside her. He scrambled to his feet, and watched out of the corner of his eye as, with well-timed thrusts, she brought herself to orgasm again. She didn't stop until the banana disintegrated into pap.

After reading this last vestige of "my" shower I turned in, determined to get a good nights sleep. But I failed.

I kept thinking about the fact that my girlfriends, even the more supportive ones, seemed to see me as sort of an old stick in the mud. Like they believed I was too afraid to do anything really, you know, risqué.

That is when I decided. I picked up the phone and called my Henry.

"Hi," I said in my most cheerful, nonchalant, upbeat sounding voice.

"Tess, my God its way past midnight, what happened, is there anything wrong?" he asked in a groggy and obviously concerned voice. Well to be fair, it was 3:30 in the morning.

In the most enthusiastic fake voice I could manage, I replied, "No, nothing's wrong, I just wanted to tell you that I have decided that our wedding would have a leather, latex and rubber theme!"

To tell the truth I was not at all sure my idea was in fact a good idea. But I felt I had to do something to show those airheads that I was as, well, as liberated as the next woman. Especially that bitch Judith.

"What???" he asked me in a stunned voice.

"Yeah, you heard me sweet cheeks. I uhhh…I want to do something really special for you on our wedding night, you know…when we are enjoying the carnal pleasures of the after wedding period…when I can show you how well I can chalk your cue and you can show me the virtuosity of your tongue…and I thought that we might as well start with the wedding. Sort of set the tempo, so to speak." I insisted nervously.

"What in the world has gotten into you?"

"Nothing, just happy about getting married, that's all and I want it…"

Before I could finish he continued with his line of questioning, "But, why the leather, latex and rubber stuff all of a sudden?"

"Not all of a sudden, I er, I just wanted you to see my wild side for a change. But don't worry I will take care of everything, all the clothing, I'll have my firm design and produce my stuff and all the bridal party gear and I have an excellent men's designer who can run-up the proper stuff for you, the best man and your ushers. I'll take care of everything. Trust me."

"But what about our friends? And our families?"

"Well, your friends are pretty liberal guys, let's be frank some of them are complete dogs..."

"Yes, that is true but…"

This time I cut him off, "And my friends are all very much into this kind of thing."

"Yes, I have heard that they were…" His voice was noticeably enthusiastic, maybe too much so.

I didn't like the fact that my friends were you know liberal minded about intimate matters seemed to almost excite Henry, but I let it go. After all I needed him to agree with my plan.

Henry quickly regained his normal demeanor and persona. "Be that as it may, I still have the same concern, what about our parents and the rest of our family members?" he continued..

"Don't worry we'll have a little dinner before the wedding and explain what we are going to do at the ceremony…"

It was his turn to interrupt again, "And for those who think it is a thoroughly disgusting idea?"

"We'll simply tell them that it is our choice and… I know we will have a bifurcated wedding one part a more traditional church ceremony the morning of our wedding day and then that evening we will have the leather, latex and rubber bash for those, how shall I put it…those who can appreciate our avante garde approach to life. That way everyone will be satisfied."

I crossed my fingers, in my mind, not for real, and awaited his reply.

After what seemed an eternity, he said, "Well, okay, if that is what you want…"

"Thank you…thank you…yyyooouuuu…you are just the most wonderful man in the world!"

After some initial shock Henry and I and our two families agreed on the basic idea I presented, with some minor modifications here and there, all of which were sound suggestions which we accepted. With these caveats in place we came to a mutually agreeable compromise.

Henry and I would get married in the church my family attended, in our conventional everyday clothing and the traditional ceremony of nuptial would be celebrated. Everyone would be able to participate in this event, even the infants and children, without the slightest reason for concern.

And my leather, latex and rubber blowout would take place that evening in lieu of the wedding reception in the ballroom we had reserved for the reception. We were going to stay in the honeymoon suite for an entire week.

The children of our two families and friends whose parents opted to participate in our grand coming out that evening would not be able to partake in this second event, of course, so we made plans for them also.

We booked another suite, this one had three rooms, one bedroom, dining room and living room, oh I forgot it was actually four rooms there was also a small kitchenette, at the hotel and informed all our friends and family members who planned to be at our little evening do that we intended to pay all the children over 14 years of age six dollars an hour to care for the younger children who were to be accommodated in our make shift childcare.

We also designated a team of the most responsible teenagers in our families to oversee the whole project in our absence.

We purchased and arranged to show several feature length animations such as Disney's The Incredibles, the first three films of DreamWorks' Shrek series, and its film Bee Movie, for those under 10 in the largest room, the living room, though we did so with a little hesitation, since some of the content was perhaps a little mature. We also provided films such as the British production company, Heyday Film's Harry Potter series, in the dining room area of the suite. We thought that this would provide a range of film entertainment for a wide range of the younger children, you know, 13 and under. For the really young children we purchased some Thomas and Friends (or as some call it Thomas the Train or Thomas the Tanker Engine) videos and I taped several episodes of Jakers! The Adventures of Piggley Winks which were broadcasted by our local PBS station, since I could not find an outlet that sold these animations in either DVD, or VHS.

We made sure the childrens' suite was properly supplied with ample food and drinks appropriate for the various age ranges of the children, things like fresh juice and milk and wholesome snacks including an array of fresh fruits, sliced veggies, healthy sandwiches and carrot cake for the younger ones and plenty of pizzas and soda for the older children.

Then we rented a third suite for our friends and family members who had infants and the youngest of the toddlers. This was intended as an area where the babies could be changed, breast fed or otherwise fed and the toddlers too young to be with the under tens and at the same time, way too conscious to be exposed to our activities, could be watched by my cousin Stephanie's baby sitter and the baby sitter's younger sister. So, we were all ready for our big night.

For the actual event I had a rather risqué cake baked by Hot Goodies bakery, replete with a wedding couple dressed in something that closely resembled what we were going to wear at the event except that their private organs were much more pronounced for example the groom's penis was in a state of erection and the bride was showing so much of her breast it would have been more accurate to say that she was barechested, except for a small pasty on each of her tiny nipples.

Henry was quite the looker in his leather version of the standard black double-breasted peak lapel jacket with the leather rendition of pleated front black tuxedos trousers. His best man was decked out in leather also, as were the ushers. The best man wore a leather representation of the traditional black 3-button notch lapel jacket and pleaded front black tuxedos trousers and Henry's ushers wore very flattering leather tails with plain front black leather tuxedos trousers. They all wore these spiffy leather pre-tied black bow ties and cummerbunds and their cuff links all had real black pearls in the center. Henry's had a small black diamond implanted. By the way he gave me a ring and necklace with white and black diamonds set in platinum and gold. Exquisite and expensive, but he could afford it, his engineering firm makes a pretty nice piece of change. Lucky me huh?

The groom's party all wore formal conventional black leather shoes and formal socks, plus specially made black leather suspenders. The ushers' outfit also included a white latex breast pocket handkerchief. Henry and his best man had silk ones.

You know the kind of stuff you might see in traditional fabrics in men's catalogs from establishments such as Joseph Banks except for the preponderance of leather and the odd bits of latex.

My bride maids wore very stimulating black leather jump suits and black leather ladies western fringed boots made from western lambskin, and each carried a contrasting white leather hand bag and wore suede white gloves and stockings. Delores, my Maid of Honor wore a women's leather blazer, white leather pants, a see through white blouse and these magnificently erotic white boots, you know the kind that nearly laces all the way up your leg but not quite as high as my crotch highs. But, what made them so sexy looking is that the boots were nothing more than the sole and the leather lace, so you could see the flesh of her very shapely legs accented by the winding laces. I have always loved those kinds of boots myself. She wore no stockings

I wore a beautiful white leather gown modeled roughly after a dress a friend of mine had designed for another firm, based on the gown that the character Connie Corleone wore in the film The Godfather. Of course the original was not made of leather. I made a few changes in her design adding some A-Line and Empire style aspects and did away with the veil completely.

For footwear, I chose a pair of white 7 inch stiletto heeled boots that ran all the way up to my crotch ending a mere few inches from my vaginal area. I liked these boots so much I bought them in all three colors, red and black, as well as the white. All this stuff, except for the boots, I had to have specially made for a handy price as it was a rush job and my staff had to work a lot of overtime and one weekend.

I also wore some very sexy underclothing and rather unique white fishnet stockings. I topped the whole ensemble off with a pearl necklace and earring, made with black pearls.

I must say all my bridesmaids and my Maid of Honor looked absolutely stunning in their erotic outfits. I saw many of our male guests literally ogling them, some of whom actually seemed on the verge of drooling. What's more several of those ogling were married man and should not have been doing so. But they did nonetheless.

Now there were problems. First I have to tell you that II felt that I had to include Judith as a bridesmaid and as you might expect she tried her best to steal Henry several times during the evening. Apparently the fact that we were celebrating our nuptials meant nothing to her whatsoever. Or else it made the challenge more irresistible for her.

All the women in our circle of friends who are closely associated with her were doing the same thing. I later found out that three of them had succeeded in seducing three of the groom's men, including the best man. All of these men were married. Their wives were a little peeved at me because they blamed the whole thing on "her explicit theme", as one of them observed, and as another loudly proclaimed after she had downed a half of bottle cognac, "her shameless gang of slut friends."

It would have been more accurate if they had specified the women who had actually acquiesced to the idea of sleeping with their husbands, or rather more appropriately, the sluts who actually slept with their spouses as the culprits, and their spouses who on their on accord entered into these sleazy liaisons right under the noses of their wives, as their co-culprits. Indeed, in a sense these husbands were the main culprit, since they were the ones married, not Judith's fellow traveler sluts.

Other than that everything went absolutely peachy. No children were lost or suffered painful tummy aches from eating too many sweets, no one got drunk and threw up all over the place. So, all in all, with the exception of the little matter of the illicit liaisons (and here I must admit the three I mentioned are the only ones I actually know about, there could have been and probably were others) that caused the little tension between myself and the wives of Henry's cheating friends, everything went very smoothly.

We offered some very interesting dishes that were comprised of food historically associated with sexual arousal, supposed aphrodisiacs such as oysters, figs, strawberries and the like. These aphrodisiacs were all served at the formal dinner for our guests.
Here is the main course menu:

Linguine pasta with black tiger shrimps, sautéed garlic and a basil pesto sauce
Asparagus spears prepared in melted butter and olive oil
Oysters casino
Green salad romaine lettuce, thinly sliced avocado, medallions of cucumbers and whole cherry tomatoes cut into half and tiny slivers of almonds.
We also offered a selection of sweets
Honey coated figs
Chocolate covered strawberries and banana slices
All served with an exceptionally sweet champagne

I think you would agree that our menu was an aphrodisiac masterpiece suitable for the kind of honeymoon I had planed for us.

We also provided plenty of appropriate reception type foods for the latter part of the evening, such as carved roast beef, honey roasted ham, two whole roasted turkey, Peking duck various standard salads, pasta salads, two kinds of potato salad and two kinds of cole slaw. We complement all this with, an array of breads and rolls, including lavash, sour dough, ciabatta, Kaiser rolls, Italian, French, and the very delicious, subtly sweet and colorful Mexican bread that both Henry and I love so much.
Of course there were lots and lots of imported and domestic liquors, wines and beers.
We wanted to make sure that every one had a lot to drink so that they would all be nice and loose. And legal, frankly some of our friends are extremely fond of less legal forms of highs, but although we had no intention of policing these kinds of actions, we had no intention of acting as the facilitating source of such clearly proscribed actions.

But other than the legal issues we didn't really care what people at the evening ceremony did within reason that is.

Since Henry and I were going to be fucking and eating each other all that night, the least we could do was to help our guests do the same. Again I feel that I have to emphasize the caveat that such accommodation did have certain limits, meaning that in addition to legality we wanted to enshrine and maintain the proper decorum, after all we aren't freaks you know nor where we interested in breaking up established relationships..

Henry and I improvised and rehearsed our own version of dirty dancing that we performed at the beginning of this more adult version of our wedding.

In addition to engaging the area's most popular disk jockey, we also hired an equally popular band and vocalist that performed for the first two hours and then the DJ took over.

When we got up to the honeymoon suite that night, Henry didn't even wait for me to open the special intimate section of my trousseau. (It's was kind of a pity because I had some really interesting things for the evening, mostly leather with a healthy dose of rubber and latex, as well as a few satin and silk pieces. I particularly wanted him to see me in the crotch less panties and my assortment of latex and rubber baby dolls, camisoles, camigarters, chemises and teddies I had purchased from the same London establishment that provided my peep hole bra. However, I did get the opportunity to use all this stuff later of course.)

Before I knew it he had stripped his leather tux off and discarded all his other clothing in what must have been some kind of record time. There stood my new husband in nothing but his birthday suit. I looked him up and down and although I had seen nude before, I am not ashamed to say I actually licked my lips a couple of times that night. I was just that horny for him.

He then helped me remove my ivory colored leather gown. His eyes were immediately riveted on my white peep hole rubber bra, you can see my nipples jutting right through the peep holes, and my cream colored latex panties both of which I had my people purchase from a specialty shop in London that my British girlfriend patronizes. She is rather wild. Just like my American girlfriends.

Henry kissed each nipple before removing the bra. I liked that it made me feel very desirable.
When he kneeled down in front of me and kissed me in that special place between my legs, through the latex panties, of course, I nearly swooned. Seeing the effect it had on me he kissed me there again before removing the panties with his teeth. God it was so sexy.

Now I was almost nude except for my white crotch high leather boots, my elegant white fishnets, which I had specially made so that there was a pattern weaved into them that read "I love Henry" on the calves of both my legs. The word love was not actually used. Instead I specified that a heart design be used.

Henry decided to leave my black pearl necklace and earrings in place. He said they contrasted so elegantly with my rather cream colored skin that it would be a crime to destroy such artistic symmetry.
Now I was standing in front of my nude husband wearing these really hot white crotch high boots with these stunning stiletto heels, my fishnets and the black pearls.

I was salivating at the mouth in anticipation of fucking our brains out, I was just that eager to get started, as was Henry.

Henry embraced me in his strong arms and kissed me and then gently sat me down on the edge of the suite's round bed. He then kneeled in front of me and removed my boots and tossed them aside. Next he turned his attention to my fishnets, using his mouth alone to take them off. Upon removing the fishnets he liberally licked and kissed every inch of my liberated skin, especially my calves and my thighs.

I have to say he was very thorough. It gave me what I guess you would call goose pimples, as I was already a bit tipsy and feeling what I called a little squishy it served as a very appropriate and stimulating additional prelude to what was to come.

So in what seemed to be just a little more than a twinkling of the eye we were both naked in our big round honeymoon suite bed...except for my pearls.

Henry had asked me earlier if I would like to see an adult film before we started to, you know, physically consummate our union. This was about an hour or so before we left the celebration down in the ballroom. I told him that I didn't think I needed a film to get ready for our first night as married people. However, that does not mean I would not enjoy the proper kind of sexual content film, that is proper according to my needs and proclivities. Nor does it mean I see no function of such films as stimulating visual aides, provided the film's sexual values correspond to my on

You know the kinds of films that you find in hotels these days. They are often barely disguised bukkake, I think that is what they call it, this kind of film, as I understand it, originated in Japan but has subsequently become popular in the west, particularly here and in the UK. I think it is disgusting and really degrading to women and if you don't know about it already, take my advice, don't run to see what it is, you won't like it.

If you are lucky the film will be slightly less offensive than bukkake, but not by much. From what I understand the majority of these films are nothing but atrocious random scenes of gratuitous oddball groping strung together in no particular thematic order. Most of them seem to have no real plot or any coherence as a form of art.

But how could they? Most of them are akin to that glory hole porn you can find on the web, or best long bouts of s/m, gang-bang sex with women pretending to be happy about what was happening to them, or perhaps gay or lesbian action

I admit that these films have their fans. Fans who find these "works of art" perfectly acceptable forms of entertainment or self-gratification aides or whatever people who watch them think they are doing, if they were gay or lesbian, or even bisexual, whatever that means, and they want to watch a film that exhibits (and stimulate) their particular sexual appetites I have no problem with these people doing that, I just don't want to be involved in such activities, no way, no how, even if it meant I had to be labeled the world's biggest prude. Then there is the tranny thing…ick, and double ick. That just about sums up my opinion of that kind of behavior, suffice it to say I am not interested in any of these, and neither is Henry.

So call me prudish if you like, but for me, these kinds of genres are nothing more than gratuitous perversity brought to cinematic life by the indiscriminate, extreme ultra-slut philosophies and behaviors of the men and women who make and appear in these kinds of films.

What normal woman - by that I mean straights who do not wish to suck on an anonymous cock protruding through a hole in the wall, or feel the sting of the whip or be stretched on a rack or do these kinds of things to some one else or be drenched in the cum of dozens of horny men you don't even know --- not that I am saying I would do it with men I did know -- or allow man after man to abuse my body, men, who are apparently from what I have heard about gang-bang sex are generally complete strangers to the woman, again here my actual knowledge is limited, and of course this does not mean I would consent to such activities even if I knew the men.

Neither would a straight woman want to perform a 69 or some other similar act with/on another woman or see that kind of stuff, including man on man and tranny action, which seems to me to be nothing other than a gay man who tries his best to look like a woman engaged in homosexual acts with another homosexual man who does not try to look like a woman…I mean be honest how many women do you know who are really interested in these kinds of activities, especially on their wedding night, of all nights, the most sacred night of their marriage, certainly not yours truly.

Okay again I am compelled have to admit there is clearly an audience for these kinds of films, but I suspect most women think along the same lines as I do. I mean who wants to be gang-banged?

Although I have thought about a little harmless spanking play…and a bit of bondage now and again, as long as there are clearly defined and observed rules to protect me, I mean protect all the participants in such experimental play. To be honest I like wearing the leather, latex and the rubber, and dressing up in these clothes did spark thoughts of spanking and being spanked and, I have never told anyone else this, but I secretly wanted to be tied spread eagle to a bed with four men's silk ties, and then be mercilessly tickled, licked and then lovingly "ravished" (not really ravished, more like roughly taken by my lover). So there my little secrets are out.

But I thought these rather aggressive physical experiments should be put off until we had been married a couple of weeks or so. The honeymoon night, at least in my opinion, should be a little more genteel than some of my secret fantasies…the ones I have shared with you are by no means the only ones I plan to share with Henry, but I think you get the idea. If you don't then, you probably are not ready for the big leagues.

My point is that I was ready for some serious fucking…that's right I said and meant serious fucking, and I did not need the artificial aide of some film. I only needed my beloved Henry and a bed. Well, maybe not even the bed. On the floor, on the table, on a sofa, a chair, in the shower, in a bath tub, on a bar, up against the wall, where ever, as long as the fucking was good, any accommodation would suffice.
As I had not only a loving partner but also the proper atmosphere and appropriate accoutrements, everything was right with the world in our little honeymoon haven.
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Henry was the perfect honeymoon fuck partner. He was both take-charge and romantic.
He took hold of me by my shoulders, the strong grip of his athletic hands alone would probably be sufficient for most normal women to cream their panties, and pulled me toward him. Then he kissed me.
A loving, alcohol tinged, gentle kiss that was limited to my lips, but nonetheless send electric charges throughout my body and set my psyche aflame.

I really felt as if I was going to swoon the kiss was so sweet. More than merely sweet, it was sensuous and loving and more intoxicating than any drink and more stimulating that any adult film, of whatever genre.

It was the kind of kiss that only man who truly loves you can give.

As we kissed and snuggled up close to each other I could feel his cock start to rise to the occasion. And I began to tingle all over with the anticipation of the physical love we would share…translation, I intended to fuck his brains out and I prayed that he would fuck me so hard that I would feel like I was going to split in half and wake up the next morning with a sore cunt. In the nicest, most lady-like, metaphorical way, of course, well not to ladylike

I was just about to tongue him, when he, like he was reading my mind or perhaps my body language, as I had already began grinding and sliding my nude body against his muscular frame, slowly, sensuous, slid his tongue into my mouth as far as he could.

As we continued our kiss, I felt his hands massaging my butt cheeks. Then Henry broke off the kiss and put his talents to use on the rest of my body.

His tongue and lips explored every inch of my body. All over my head and face, kissing and licking my eyelids, chin, nose, cheeks, neck and ears, oh! It gave me such a wonderful feeling, such a powerful sense of stimulation that I thought I might come before we actually made love.

As he moved lower he painted the top of my chest with broad strokes and gentle sucking kisses. He followed these up with careful attention to both nipples. First one and then the other felt the wet magic of his mouth and tongue until they were so erect and wet that I could have written a sonnet with them. It would have been a short sonnet that would be essentially invisible, of course.

My eyes had been shut for quite some time. With each and every lick, kiss or suck, as he skillfully performed his magic on my eager body, I visualized an identical action in the theater of my mind.

Henry made my skin tingle everywhere he visited and with each new location he generated more wetness and horniness in me. By the time he left my breasts I was grinding against him furiously and I had this wonderful image of him eating my pussy as I gyrated and slammed the full force of my body into his face.

Delicious is the only word I can think of that accurately described what I felt as he went down further and further south on my body.

I shuddered and moaned uncontrollably as Henry dragged his tongue down the center of my body stopping to suck on my navel's tiny outsie just as he had my nipples, but without the same amount of time invested. That was perfectly fine with me because I was more interested in having my bridegroom eating me out and as soon as possible.

He kept making a wet trail down my body until he arrived at the very juncture where my torso meets the top of the area where my juicy, fragrant pussy resides.

This is it, I thought and shut my eyes even tighter. When he started to suck on my pubic hairs I nearly fainted with excitement. He is getting closer I mentally noted to myself.

But, he bypassed my needy pussy altogether and spent quite a bit of time licking and kissing my inner thighs. That was very hot too, but I really wanted him to get to the center of things rather than spend additional time on the peripheral areas. However, I did not think it was a good idea to actually follow my first instinct, which was to grab his head and place it where I wanted him to dine. I knew he would get around to my cunt in due time. In the meantime I would enjoy the sensations he was generating in the areas he visited on his tour of my lovely assets.

Henry, upon parting with my thighs, placed kisses on both sides of my knees and then my ankles and finally sucked each of my toes. That is a great feeling… to have your man literally at your feet and blowing your toes. It makes me giggle even as I tell you this, just as it did when he was actually honoring our love in that manner.

After he finished the toes, he lifted my feet, one at a time, and kissed my soles, the charge that generated seemed to move from my sole to my soul, you can well imagine the powerful emotional response it generated in me. If you have ever had an experience like that, you know exactly what I am talking about.

When he finished with my soles, he rose and walked over to the suite's honor bar.

What the fuck is he doing I wondered, this was no time to mix another cocktail I want more action I thought. After all we already had imbibed quite a lot of alcohol over the course of the evening. But, I didn't say anything I just waited and watched.

Henry took a small bottle of Cutty Sark, that's a scotch for all you teetotalers and a second tiny bottle, this one contained bourbon, and bore the label Wild Turkey, from the bar's fridge. He opened them both and turned so that he was facing me, then he opened both bottles and emptied their contents into his mouth in quick succession. But he did not swallow.

I thought my God he is going to be sick drinking all that liquor mixed together like that…and just when we were really having fun.

I was just about to say this to him when he walked over to me grabbed me by the shoulders, pulled me to him, my breasts and nipples happily crushed against his oh so masculine chest and kissed me. As we kissed he transferred some of the liquor mix into my mouth and used his tongue to swish the stuff up in our mouths.

I replied in kind and we sort of gargled the liquor mixture between our mouths occasionally stirring this rather unusual cocktail or transferring it back and forth with our tongues. Then I swallowed some of it and Henry did likewise. We kept doing this in turn until there was just a little bit remaining in my mouth.
And then I did something I would have never even imagined anyone doing, not even a confirmed whore like Judith. I gathered all of the remaining scotch bourbon mixture in my mouth I could and then literally spit it all down Henry's throat. His dick actually jumped with a force that was categorically different from all previous twitches and jerks. He clearly liked my bold ad lib.

We parted for a second and there was this broad happy kid smile dominating Henry's face which made me smile effusively. He then drew me to him again and gave me a loving, but highly sensual, hug and our tongues were once again engaged and intertwined like two tiny wet, slightly inebriated lovers.

The amorous hard liquor cocktail flavored tongue wrestling that followed was so sexy. I grew wetter and Henry grew harder until his dick was bobbing at a faster rate than ever at any of our previous fuck sessions. I felt its every move, no matter how slight, as it was nestled or perhaps camped is a better description, in absolutely the most sensitive areas of my naked lower half.

I reached down between us and started to gently jack him a bit, just enough to generate a little pre-cum, which I scooped up with my right index finger. I broke off our kiss and stuck that finger in my mouth.
"Ummm that is so fucking good", I said, looking Henry straight in the eye with a sultry expression on my face and a voice to match. Both the voice and expression were totally new to me and were completely spontaneous reactions.

Henry smiled and his eyes twinkled. He liked this new me much better than I would have dared imagine.
So, I pushed on a little bit more. I started jacking him again, but not as softly this time. As I teasingly hand-jobbed him I again looked him squarely in the eyes and said, "I look forward to tasting more of you…"

Henry actually groaned and his cock started twitching even more than before and more of his juices leaked onto his dickhead, which I quickly scooped up and sucked into my mouth, making sure to do it very slowly and seductively. This made Henry not only emitted a loud guttural groan, he shook noticeably and he shut his eyes tight.

I realized that I was a sexier woman than I had ever dared imagine. Growing more confident with each passing second, I reached up to his face and placed both my hands on his mouth and then using the finger that I used to scoop up his pre-cum, entered his mouth. Henry, right on cue, began sucking the finger. All the while we were enthusiastically grinding our body together as if our bodies were desperately trying to speed up the process of transformation of what had been for the most part our mostly spiritual union into an actual effective anatomical union.

After a minute or so of letting him suck that special finger, I removed it, grabbed hold of his face with both hands and pulled it down to my face. Then I gave him a fierce tonguing which made him not only groan, but even moan. Physically he seemed to be on the verge of melting into me. I loved it, as did Henry.

I had never been so take charge in any of our previous fucking sessions, nor for that matter with the few other men I had fucked. And I liked it. I was elated that I was able to excite Henry this way and proud of myself that I could exude, more unconsciously than consciously, such unabated sexuality in response to our love.

On hindsight I realized that it was just the natural reaction of my mind and body to the way we felt about and treated each other. This is where the sweet, sultry, almost randy words I was uttering and the hot girl facial expressions originated. Its ultimate source was our mutual love, the love that Henry feels for me and the love I feel for him. It was and is the most wonderful and comforting feeling in the whole world.

I realized right then and there that within the context of such mutual feelings of deep love, there is no sexual mountain I couldn't conquer and there was very little in the realm of sexuality that I would not try to satisfy Henry. Especially with a little scotch and bourbon plus the other intoxicants we had imbibed during the reception cruising through my system.

But even we had elected to forgo the slight liquor high I believe I would have been equally confident that our first night as a married couple would have been delicious. The high was just a perk.

Although I felt very much in charge and knew that I had established a great deal of control over our bedroom sports, Henry was still the lead in our wonderful marital dance.

Every time he touched me somewhere with his fingers or one or both of his hands, every time he tongued me deeply, kissed, sucked and licked my neck, or my chin, or my eyes, or my ears, I felt as if I was going to faint from the affect of our joyous, semi-sacred, erotic love.

When he started to consciously grind his dick into the area around my cunt, I nearly came, well it felt like that anyway. I was definitely getting even wetter in all the places that mattered.

The odd thing is that in my mind I didn't think about "making love", I thought about fucking and screwing…I guess I really had changed a bit since the bridal shower, as more and more I was using terms like fucking, sucking, blowjob, hand job, cock, dick, cunt, clitty, clit, pussy, eating out, muff diving, all those things I used to shy away from. And the more I used them the more excited Henry would get.

Perhaps his response to my vernacular change was reinforcing my use of such terms and spelling the doom for more clinical terms such as coitus, fellatio, cunnilingus, masturbation or as I like to call it in my more innocent days, before the bridal shower, self-pleasure. If you think that was pathetic, l used to, when I was a freshman, and even into my junior year, in high school, call it self-abuse.
Well, you live and learn. Although if the truth were known, I had experimented with my body earlier in my life and upon the mature reflection of an experience adult married woman, I think I might have accidentally given myself an orgasm.

Whatever the case I was a married adult woman now and none of that stuff from my, admittedly rather stuffy past, really mattered.

Back to my honeymoon fuck fest, my darling Henry was slowly backing me to the edge of the suite's round bed and then, as I felt the mattress caress my thighs and lower calf, he confidently pushed me onto my back.

This was the big moment I thought and braced myself accordingly.

Henry lay down next to me and squeezed and nibbled my nipples and told me he wanted to suck my pussy and play with my ass. I had goose pimples and I am not ashamed to say it.
All I could say in response was a muted, "Yes, yes do me, do me now…"

Before the words were completely out of my mouth, Henry had buried his face in my hot needy and extremely wet pussy. After the first few preliminary licks and rather tentative gentle tongue insertions, he looked up and told me I tasted "…eloquent, you are so sweet and wet, like special honey."

He then lowered his head again, not without my eager assistance I must confess, and began licking, kissing and sucking my labia, I mean my pussy lips, sorry about that, old habits die hard you know. He licked every inch of my lips several times, making me squirm and wiggle with uncontrollable, unabated, totally luxurious sensual pleasure.

Then he cupped his mouth over my pussy and tried to inhale all my juices into it. It felt as if he had lit a rocket inside me. It was so damn exquisitely delicious, it is literally indescribable.

In fact he was so good and thorough in his actions that I was ever so close to screaming out loud under the influence of Henry's preliminary "sexpert" actions. Indeed, I would have loudly screamed if I had not muffled it by jamming the side of my right hand into my mouth.

However, after that I realized that I needed to just let myself go and from then on I just screamed whenever my body and soul dictated me to, after all this was our honeymoon right? And husbands and wives should make each other scream whenever possible, honeymoon or otherwise.

He continued to suck on me with this vacuum kiss of his and I screamed not once, not twice, but thrice and very loudly I must say. Several time he got me on the brink of coming and then he would change his pace so that I would come down a bit and we could start that pleasant climb all over again.
Each time Henry would slide his tongue in as deep as possible and then lick every inch of me he could reach. All the while his hands were busily exploring me, one tweaking the nipples of each breast in turn and the other playing with my ass.

Henry was like a man on a sacred mission, that is the feeling he gave me as he continued to slowly lick, suck and otherwise use his tongue and mouth to gently play my pussy like it was a musical instrument.

In a very real sense it was a musical instrument in Henry's hands or rather mouth, as whenever he hit a particularly stimulating stroke or lick he would make me virtually sing when I screamed or even moaned.

He continued this way until with a sudden deft move he had completely enclosed my clit between his lips and sucked it furiously, but gently. At the same time he lowered his hands from my breast and found my g-spot and began to push on it like it was a hot spot button…I came - equally furiously -- right away.

I screamed so loud all my previous screams were reduced to mere whispers in comparison. You could have heard me on Venus or at least in the next suite.

Not only did I scream like I have never screamed before, but my body convulsed so violently that I nearly dislodged Henry's mouth from me, but he hung in there his mouth attached to me and my juices flooding, okay slight exaggeration, seeping into his mouth.

After I settled down and come back to planet earth we just lay there precisely as we were, his face glued to my cunt, still sipping my juices for perhaps a further five minutes or so.

My energy having generally returned, I sat up ready to begin giving him as great a blowjob as his fantastic muff and clit dining gift to me.

But, Henry was not yet finished pleasuring me.

He too sat up, kissed me deeply and then pushed me onto my back in the same position on the bed as before.

Henry grabbed my legs and opened me even wider before starting to eat me again. As he did so he told me that he wanted to make me squirm, wriggle and make me utter those cute, funny little woman noises again. He adjusted his position so that his head was further up between my thighs and continuing to chow down like he was starving for my pussy, even though he had dined on it mere minutes before.

As he ate me again I started to imagine a scenario where an imaginary Henry was busily licking and kissing an imaginary version of my whole body, my breasts, legs and feet and every conceivable part of me his mouth could reach. As I grew more agitated from Henry's real cunt eating I visualized him eating my gushing pussy and drinking from it like it was the fountain of youth.

Then Henry stopped before I came again, I assumed that was my cue to do him, but it was not.
Instead, Henry rolled me over onto my stomach, put one of the pillows under my stomach so that my essential areas were raised higher than the rest of me and started licking my cunt again, however, this time he alternated between my cunt and my ass a few times. He lustily kissed, licked and bit my ass cheeks several times during each short visit, thankfully he did not try to stick his tongue in there, as I was not going there then or ever.

After his short round of ass play, he abandoned this and concentrated strictly on my pussy. He ate with such a gentle ferocity that I could not hold out any longer and in some ways this second climax was as powerful as the previous. It seemed as if my whole body was hot and cold at one and the same time and a great charge of delightfully invigorating electricity was cruising throughout me.

Just prior to climaxing, I couldn't stop writhing and quaking. And even after I came I couldn't stop trembling and for some reason I hugged myself and rolled back and forward on the bed for a few seconds.

All the while Henry's mouth was firmly attached to my pussy drinking all of my goddess cum. I really did not think Henry could make me feel like that…and for one playful minute I wondered if Henry had become addicted to my cum. I quickly dismissed that however.

I had never experience this kind of oral lovemaking before and I certainly had never had these kinds of orgasms. Well, to tell the truth there was only one man other than Henry that had ever did anything like that, my first boyfriend kissed me down there once and until Henry that was the extent of my experience with oral play.

Henry finally detached himself from my more than satisfied cunt and looked at me with a big smile and said, "Tess, I want to eat you again right now…."

I quickly shook my head no and the hurt little boy look on his face was absolutely priceless. But I did not let him suffer any longer than it took for me to tell him what we were going to do next.

"No darling, we are going to fuck first and then I intend to give you the world's greatest blow job."

Now this would not be the first time I had him in my mouth. Although, generally speaking, I had not had a lot of experience in that area. The first time I had ever taken a man in my mouth was with Henry right after my bridal shower.

Henry and I had just finished screwing when I thought back to something I had seen on that video at Delores, where a couple of the women sucked these guys dicks right after they had come inside them, what I mean is these women were sucking and licking cocks right after these men had withdrawn from them following their ejaculation.

My thoughts surprised me but I really wanted to try it but at the time I still had a tiny bit of a reservation…so, I compromised.

I took hold of Henry's cock, still wet with our combined juices and rubbed it against my cheeks and kissed the tip. He loved it. His face lit up like a little boy who had just got every Christmas present he had ever dreamed of asking for before he even asked for them.

"You want every last drop don't you…like that old coffee commercial, good to the last drop, eh?"

I nodded sheepishly, after all this wanton stuff was still a little new to me then.

So, I took one long lick on one side of his dick and imagined what it would be like to taste a full load of his dick juices. You know let all his juices slide down my throat as he filled my mouth with spurt after mighty spurt of his cum. But I wasn't quite ready to do it yet.

From that day on I have been eager to give him a real blowjob and I decided that our honeymoon would be the right time. Well, there we were in our honeymoon suite and I was determined to drink everything I could coax out of him…right after we fucked as a married couple that is.

To help things along, I got up and made him a scotch and club soda. Before I offered it to him I walked right up to his face and rubbed the rim of the glass with my pussy, you should have seen how big his eyes got and how they lit up when I did this…"just a little something extra…for flavor" I told him as I handed it to him.

He licked the pussy juice coated rim thoroughly and then downed the drink in one lusty swallow.
Next, taking my cue from him, I asked him if he wanted to watch one of the adult movies, just as he had earlier asked me, and he said maybe later. I noticed he was sporting a little surprise for me also, for within the little time it took me to make the drink, to coat the glass's rim with my juices, for him to lick the juices from the rim, drink the concoction down and ask him if he wanted to watch a little action in one of the sex videos offered at the hotel, he has sprouted an even healthier hard-on than before.

Obligingly, he offered the treasure he held in his hand to me.

I did not need any more incentive.

I lay down on the bed again and quickly pulled him to me. He kissed me several times and then rolled over onto my body.

I shut my eyes as his dick slid deep inside my cunt. My cunt grabbed it like it was an old pro at these kinds of things, which is pretty good since I had only been with three other men in my life before Henry. And to tell the truth the fucking was not very good with these men nor with Henry previously. I guess I hadn't learn to let myself go although clearly in the case of the first three slime balls none of them gave the slightest thought to my needs.

I was surprised at the degree of control my pussy was asserting on his cock. It was like my cunt was dining on his dick, which was great. I wanted him to feel like I was made for fucking him and he for me.

Henry gave me such truly fabulous, fantastic fuck that I came rather quickly…that is once I had relaxed enough to let it happen. It was sort of like all the sensations his fucking was generating in my body just ganged up together and swept over me in one gigantic tsunami. Within a matter of seconds Henry followed squirting into me.

My orgasm was, if anything, more all encompassing than the ones from his oral skills. Henry made my whole body tremble, it felt as if every nerve in my body was tingling and generally speaking my body seemed to be twisting itself into knots until I seemed to explode like a volcano in the midst of an earthquake.

Within less than a minute I was ready to initiate part two of my plan.

I kissed the tip of his wonderful cock and then I told Henry that, "I want you to fuck my mouth with your cum covered dick."

As I told him this, I imagined that the whole world could hear what I had said. And I did not care even if they could. I loved what we were doing to each other. I didn't care who heard my words or the sounds of our sucking and fucking, for that matter. I liked the way our fucking and sucking made me feel, sort of like a whole woman for the very first time in my life.

At that moment I wanted his dick so badly that I would have fought off whole armies if they attempted to prevent me from having more of it.

I to took complete charge of matters into my hands and my mouth and dived right in.

I sat on my knees, bent over little, lower my head between his leg and inhaled his glistening, moist dickhead into my mouth… and I then mumbled that, "I intended to suck out and drink whatever cum you have left in you … I intend to suck you dry dear hubby…"

His dick twitched noticeably at these words and a little spurt of his juice seeped into my mouth. I was so in love with him that I felt as if the blow job was going to be an even grander gift for me than him, as for the first time in my life I was going to dine on a man's cum, a man who I loved unconditionally and who felt precisely the same about me.

I kissed his dick head a few more times and then slowly slid my mouth down until I finally felt his pubic hairs on my face. You should have heard his groaning and something akin to a male cooing, I guess you might call it...these melodic masculine sounds encouraged me to suck him off with even greater enthusiasm.

As I sucked I realized how much I truly enjoyed sucking and fondling his dick, his balls, his ass…in fact, every single inch of him.

I fully intended to take advantage of every opportunity to kiss, suck, jerk-off and fuck him for as long as we both shall live.

I slowly pulled my mouth up his staff, licking and gently biting him as I did so until I reached the top of his fleshy scepter, teasing his delicious dickhead with my tongue for a few seconds before I quickly pushed my mouth down the length of Henry's wonderful cock, twisting and turning my head and torquing my tongue as I did so.

I stuffed his dick deep into my mouth. And even though at first I merely held him in my mouth and did nothing else, he was squirming like mad.

However, he eventually started to fuck up into my throat. It seemed to be more of a reflex motion than a conscious act. Conscious or otherwise, I was perfectly happy to have my mouth fucked by my champion. After all, my objective was to give him one hell of a blowjob and make him feed me his cum.

I sucked him for nearly half an hour before I let him come and when he did I grabbed his ass and pushed him deeper into my mouth so I could get as much of his cum down my throat as possible.
As soon as I had savored the last drops of his cum I tongue kissed lover boy and then whispered that I wanted him to eat me again later and then gave his wet cockhead a passionate suck-kiss. Henry trembled as I kissed it. But the tremble seemed a little lethargic.

I thought that he might be flagging a little, so, I decided to rev him up a little more.
Improvising on the fly, just as he moved closer to me and was about to commence munching on my cunt, I pushed him away, and in an authoritative, commanding, voice, I said, "Stop!"

I could see he was afraid that he had done something wrong.

"Don't worry", I said, "I just want to give you a little show first." His face lit up like a little boy again.
"Sit over there…" and I pointed to a chair that was located directly across from me.

Henry complied and awaited further instructions.

I inched over a tad so that we were nearly perfectly aligned, facing each other. I began to cross and uncrossed my legs repeatedly. Each time I did so his eyes followed the vision of my moving thighs and inevitably focused on the intermittent view of my wet cunt.

"Play with your dick for me," I commanded

Henry immediately starting jacking himself, his eyes still following the pussy peep show created by my crossing and uncrossing. I monitored his actions at the same time, when I thought he had stroked himself sufficiently, that is to the point where I might not be able to intervene before he actually brought himself off, I once again commanded him to stop.

And once again he immediately complied. He is a good little soldier, well not that little he is 6 feet 1 and 202 pounds of muscle and oh so powerful and graceful in bedroom sports.

I stood up walked toward him, stopped a few paces short of where he was sitting and then…I turned so he could see my back and ass in living color. Slowly I bent my torso forward so he could get a better view of my cunt and my ass.

After letting him feast on this view of my goodies, I straightened up, turned and faced him, moved even closer to him and then started to jiggle my breasts within inches of his mouth. All the while I was fondling them, teasing my nipples and moaning in a seductive and sensual voice.

Henry's eyes bulged and his dick jerked once or twice. But by now he knew the rules of my game and he held off touching me until I gave the word.

For my finale, I started fingering myself right in front of him, something Henry had never seen me do. I told him that I was getting myself closer to coming so he would have a lot of cum to feast on when he began to eat me again. He nodded eagerly.

And after letting him watch me finger myself for a couple of minutes, I put the two fingers I was using, to his lips and he sucked and licked them eagerly. (I like that, I like the fact that he loves the taste of my pussy. Maybe I'll surprise him one day and use a flavor, something with a tropical fruit flavor like mango or guava perhaps. Or maybe passion fruit that sounds sexy doesn't it?)

Then I reached out and grabbed his head and placed it squarely on the spot and he started eating with the same enthusiasm and abandon as before. And when he did the finger job on my g-spot thing combined with his clit blowjob, I had a sudden, bone shaking, electrical storm of a climax. As had become his habit he eagerly lapped up all my goddess cum. With that kind of physical loving it was very hard to remain still. I was kicking my legs up and out, writhing and squirming like mad so much that all I could do was clamp my legs on his head and push him even closer to my cunt.

After waiting a few minutes so I could catch my breath again, I trailed my fingers down the front of his body until I reached his cock. It felt like so hard and rigid, like it was the cock of steel. As I played with his cock, I became almost giddy at the realization that it was getting bigger and harder as I played with it. It was nice to watch it go through such distinct changes all because of my actions and words.
You can't imagine how impatient I was to feel his sweet dick inside my pussy again. I pushed him onto his back and adeptly mounted Henry in what was virtually one single flawlessly executed and coordinated movement.

This second conjugal fuck was like a rousing rodeo event with me bucking on top of him with powerful up and down movements that seem to add additional energy to the fucking I was given him or rather us. I was pulling his dick up and down with my lower body and the grip of my pussy. I was determined to make every spring in the bed sing out loud and figuratively bring down the hotel's walls. Not just the walls, but the windows and the very foundation, until the whole thing came down as a dramatic testament to the power of our love. In short I wanted to rock the house.

Henry was well on his way to fulfilling my fondest hopes for our fucking. He moved up and down in response to my lead with unbelievable vigor and stamina.

He also used an occasional twist stroke that he seemed to have added to his repertoire. Henry was fucking me so hard in response to my riding him that I was not able to direct our fucking.

However, I soon got the hang of this slightly more robust fucking and I started fucking Henry even harder than he was fucking me.

I was truly in control as my up and down movements largely dictated what he could or could not do
But as my body started to respond to our fucking on an unconscious level I gradually lost the conscious control of my actions.

It wasn't long before the only relatively conscious response I could make was to prostrate my upper body onto his chest and bury my face into his muscular neck - he played college football for three years - and sink me teeth into it. I started to unconsciously, but rather gently, biting him

Just about then, Henry put his hands under my ass and pulled me closer to him and I felt him going even deeper.

He lifted my head up to his face and gave me a deep loving kiss, then he literally stabbed me with what I heard my British girl friend once describe as "the man's love dagger". That is when he made me come again. I locked my legs around him as tight as I could, perhaps unconsciously seeking to prolong the physical joy of climaxing.

But he had not yet come himself.

I knew he was close though, because Henry was fucking me at a faster and faster pace; and he was grunting in a way I had never heard from him. I did every little maneuver I had learned in the short period since we said "I do", especially the use of my whole body and his mind, to assist him achieve a climax. I squeezed and stroked him with every technique I had mastered in the short period. Especially milking him with my pussy and manipulating him with the power of my legs and thighs.

I was also talking a little dirty to him. Mostly stuff like, "Oh yes, fuck me," "I love your cock," and such. Of course, the unconscious cooing and moaning that are part of being fucked properly by your man, also played a big part in coaxing him to a climax.

When he did come he whispered, "I have a confession to make."

"Let me guess, you have been thinking about dating women?" I asked, teasing a bit.

He chuckled and then said, "No, of course not, what woman could hold a candle to you? "

"Well, I am delighted to hear you say that, otherwise I would have to lock you in a cage."

Henry laughed softly and then held my wedding ring hand and told me that he really like the new me.

"Especially the way you suck me off."

Okay that wasn't the most romantic thing to hear but I knew what he meant.

As I reflected momentarily on his confession I had a flash vision of Delores smiling approvingly.

For the rest of our honeymoon we did nothing but order room service, other than room service personnel, we restricted the hotel staff's access to those who cleaned the rooms. We did not want anyone to interfere with our lovemaking or if you will, our wild fucking.

We fucked in several different, and I must say, very interesting positions. I particularly like the cowgirl position. I nearly wore him out with that one and its twin, the reverse cowgirl where I ride him just as in the cowgirl position but with my back to him.

The back of Henry's head was firmly in the grip of my right hand while my left held up my left leg slightly dangling over the right side of his head. My other leg was splayed a bit to the tide so all and all he had a clear target to sup on.

Henry fucked me so hard I thought I would fall down the first time I tried to stand up.

The weekend after the honeymoon, Henry said to me, "I must thank Delores."

"For what?" I replied.

"For giving me this new and improved Tess as a wife."

Then he picked me up and carried me up to our bedroom. For the next three hours he dined on my juices and then made love to me. It was bliss.

What a wonderful way to start a marriage, don't you agree? Well, even if you don't, I certainly appreciate it …and to all the women who may be a little hesitant or even timid about sexual experimentation, the reasonable stuff that is, I would encourage you to try it with the man you love. Don't be hesitant, just dive right in and play it by ear.
***
Before our honeymoon, I wondered if my chances of getting pregnant increased if I could make Henry come in a powerful, copious flood.

It didn't work however. My mom eased my concerns when she told me that was nothing to worry about.
"It will happen when it happens, don't fret about it" she said.

Anyway, I continued to ride my steed bareback and eventually I did get knocked up. I was scared to death, I mean pregnancy is a serious thing, but I was also totally elated at the same time. We had twin girls, so now I am shooting for twin boys or at least one son.

Henry is as good a father as he is a lover and a husband, thank God.
***
I must say I am totally into the way our love has improved so radically since my transformation. I actually understand why so many of my friends are so fond of lusty, wildly uninhibited sex and screaming orgasms.

I hope you are enjoying the lusty, wildly uninhibited sexual life-style just like I am. It is simply grand.

Ta-ta, for now, and keep on sucking and fucking.

p.s. come June I will write and tell you about how my friend Delores hooked old Dickie, you'll love it. Delores is such a wild card of a woman. I love her!!!

Winter Games- Lara Biron

“I want to play a game with you.” I said, licking my lips and setting down my glass.

 “What kind of game?” She answered, smiling over the top of her glass and shifting on the couch.

“Well love,” I clicked off the movie and reached over to brush the hair out of her face. “Let’s pretend that we’re trapped here. That the snow buried the apartment, and you have to stay here all night.”

“That would be dreadful.” She purred.  She gently put her glass down and inched closer, I could smell her perfume. “Can we call for help?”

“How can we? The phones are all out.” I grazed her bare arm, tracing a line from her slim wrists to the corner of her lipstick mouth. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh.

“So we’re here all alone? All night?” I pushed my fingertips past her lips. Her warm tongue, wrapped around each finger, sent electricity up my arms. She never took her eyes off me. 

“Totally alone. The heat is out too.” I said. As I watched her suck each one of my fingertips, nerves twinged between my legs, each one like a live wire. “I’m going to have to keep you warm…Somehow. Or you’ll you start to shiver.” Retracting my fingers from her hot mouth I moved over to her, gently pushing her willing body down underneath me. I could already feel the tiny tremble in me as I planted a trail of soft kisses down her neck.

“Well,” she breathed, writhing about underneath me. “How ever will you keep me cozy all night?”  She wrapped her slim arms around my waist and pulled down, grinding her hips into me. She giggled and roughly planted a kiss on my collarbone. Mere centimeters from her wickedly smiling mouth, my tongue delved in and ravenously kissed her, my fingers kneading the soft flesh of her breasts. Straddling her curvy body, I inched her blouse over her chest, revealing a flimsy bra ineptly covering her pale breasts. Her hard nipples cast tiny shadows on her goose bumped skin, and I felt my mouth water. 

Smirking, I said, “I’ve got a few ideas.” Pushing the lacey material up I flicked her nipple with the pad of my thumb, pinching hard. Her smooth body bucked gently at the sensation and I felt slightly wicked for enjoying it. But the soft moans and her smiling lipstick mouth agonized me, driving me to do more. I wanted to leave her without words. “For starters, you’ll need to take off all your clothes. We’re going to use each other’s body heat. But it only works if you’re completely bare.”

“That’s so lame.” She giggled.

“Quiet you.” I murmured. “It’s game, you have to play along.”

 I took her breast in my mouth, swirling my tongue around her hard nipple. She shuddered and groped at her belt buckle.  Shifting slightly I worked the belt free and took hold of her jeans, thirsty for more of her. She obliged me and lifted her hips, and as I slowly pulled them off, I became dizzy with hunger. There she was, shivering slightly and exquisitely bare, smiling almost sheepishly. She spread her legs slightly, exposing her velvety folds to the night air.

“I’m cold,” She cooed, and feigned a shiver.

  I wanted to bury my tongue in her, and lick her juices from my fingers.  The perfect curve of her hips beckoned me to the soft mound of flesh that lay between her legs. I wanted to kiss the tender skin before I laid waste to the raw nerves of her smooth, wet little pussy.

 “You are? Well love, you know what we have to do? I’m going to keep your whole beautiful body warm with my tongue. And I’m starting right here.” I let my fingertip graze her clit, teasing. “This beautiful little bit of you.”

Lifting her head, she bit her lip and squirmed impatiently, chilly in the night air.   She reached for my hair, and after firmly entangled her fingers in it, pulled my head down to meet her soft, wet pussy lips. Happy to prolong her pulsating agony, my mouth hovered over her throbbing cunt, torturing her with my hot breath. She squirmed, and I lifted my head to watch her curvy little body wiggle and ache. Her uplifted shirt rode above her firm, inviting breasts, and her mass of curls tumbled over the side of the couch.

“My god,” She gasped, meeting my eyes. “You’re driving me crazy.  Eat me, you bitch.”

The delicious agony in her voice and her squirming squealing body sent me into frenzy. I dove between her legs and closed my lips around her tight little bud; she bucked her hips into my mouth, drenching my face with her juices. Holding her hips firmly in place, I tasted every bit of her velvety, dripping folds. I ran my tongue the length of her silky cunt, making sure to move as maddeningly slow as possible. She gasped and tried to squirm but I didn’t stop. My tongue flicked at her clit and I moved my fingers to her heaving mouth. She took them eagerly, running her tongue up and down each one.

“Since we’re here all night, love.” I pulled her up and covered her lips with mine; kissing her mouth like it was last thing I would ever touch. Her fingers went up my shirt, unhooking my bra.

“Yes?” She answered smiling. The pad of her thumb grazed my nipple, and then squeezed. The pain was beautiful, and I rested my head on her shoulder. I wanted to make this woman moan, her soft laughter sent waves of heat over me. I wanted to touch every inch of her body with my tongue, and feel her shudder against it. I was going to make this woman come, hard. She was going to beg me for release, then scream my name.

            I wrapped an arm firmly around her waist and nuzzled her ear. “Get on top, beautiful. I have some things in store for you.” Within a few seconds we were reversed and I lay between her naked legs. She positioned her sleek cunt only a few inches from my mouth, and I desperately wanted to suck on her tender pussy lips again. She looked down at me over the top of her gorgeous breasts, some of her dark hair brushed across her half closed eyes.  “Touch me, love. I want to feel you everywhere.”

My fingers made their way up her thighs, already damp from arousal. I slid a finger in her moist slit, and I could feel her warmth pulse through her body. Her body twitched and she drew in a quick breath. Juices dripped from her pussy, leaving glistening trails down my fingers and wrist. She moved against me, pushing the tip of my finger deeper into her fleshy hot center.

“That’s not enough to keep me warm all night.” She moaned breathlessly, hiding a smirk. “You’re going to have to do better than that.”

“Well love,” I whispered from between her legs, nipping each thigh gently. At the sound of her challenge my tongue and fingers burned.  I needed to ravish this woman, to feel her body ripple with pure agonized delight. I would leave her body no refuge, and she would have no choice but to scream and writhe and collapse into my arms.  “I was enjoying watching you moan but if you insist.”

In slipped another eager finger, it went in easily. Then another and the walls of her tight cunt pressed in harder. Slowly at first, I closed my eyes and relished in the feel of her. She moved slower, more deliberately now. Bracing herself against the couch, she eased herself down, until my fingertips could almost touch her narrowing passage. Biting her lip, she let out a low guttural moan.

“More. Harder.” Her body was giving over, building agony that could only be released one way.

“Every bit of your pussy is dripping wet.” I smiled, and brought a glistening finger to her mouth. “Do you know how good you taste? I’ve never tasted a sweeter woman.” After dragging her pink tongue across the pad of my finger, I eagerly sucked off the rest. “You’re the most delicious thing, I could eat you all night.”

“One more finger.” She said, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Fuck me with just one more. Harder.”

Her wispy voice, giving over to a soft beg intensified my need for her orgasm. My own pussy tingled and demanded her pink tongue lick and suck it. I wished that she was lapping up my juices and fucking me with her slender fingers, but I could only be appeased until she was coming violently from my touch. Bucking, writhing, cursing, screaming. I felt trapped by her, there was only one way I would be happy that night.

“Lean back, and I’ll fuck you just right.” Her body rested against my bent legs, she spread her legs wide giving me full view of her smooth mound. Entering her again, I slid my hand save my thumb inside her. Her tight slit clamped down on my fingers, and she shook. I pumped, increasing the speed. With my free hand I grabbed hers and guided it down to her tight bud.

“Touch yourself.” Without opening her eyes she began to vigorously stroke and flick her clit, occasionally forgetting to breath. I loved watching her gasp in time with my pumping, by now the smell of her juices filled my nostrils and made me thirsty for her. Her ass rolled against my thighs as she pressed her body down harder and harder on my fingers. Whimpering, she threw her head back, dark curls everywhere. But I wanted all of her, to touch every inch. Reaching toward her mouth with my other hand, she once again slowly took my finger into her mouth covering it with her saliva. Reaching around, I found her tight hole. I traced a firm circle around it, drawing out my particular brand of agony just a bit longer. I slowed my fingers, and leaned forward to quickly taste her pussy just once more before we ended it all. She gasped and pleaded. 

“Fuck me until I come, don’t stop.” She eased her hips down, pushing my fingers inside her. Gripping my hair, she brought her mouth to my ear and moaned desperately.  “Do it, I want you to touch me everywhere. Penetrate me, love.” Her voice was raspy, breathless and it was what I craved all night. Gently, I positioned my finger at the entrance of her asshole and pushed. Slowly, gently relishing in the feeling of her tight asshole allowing me in. I felt her body tighten, and a barely audible gasp escaped her wet mouth. Her black curls cascaded over her heaving breasts, hard nipples showing through the wavy curls in the chilly air. I watched, eyes heavy with slick lust, my fingers pump harder and faster into her dripping pussy. I listened intently, terrified to miss the sound of a single whimper as I slowly fingered her virgin asshole.

“How does it feel? Do you like it?” I asked, punctuating my query with a gentle thrust.

“It feels like a hot wax up my spine,” She breathed. “Don’t you dare stop. I’ll never scream for you again if you stop.”

Her breathing quickened, keeping in pace with how I touched her. She cried out, feeling her body come close to release.

“Just a little more.” She breathed. I pushed harder, penetrating her asshole with delicate rigor, while simultaneously massacring the nerves in her pussy. She gently pushed her ass back into my touch, holding her breath as she shook with pleasure. Strange ecstatic delight took over, I realized I was fucking her where no one else had, where no one else was permitted. I had gained access to her deepest secret, and I was wickedly exploiting it. She shrieked, and responded by easing her fingertips down the thin strip of hair to her clit. I suddenly became aware of how dangerously close my own climax was. Watching her shake as I fucked her the way no one else had, taking pleasure in her little gasps, begging for just a bit more agony before she wanted to let go.

“I want to make you come.” I whispered. “I want to make you come so hard you never want to leave my arms. And we can do it over and over again, every night.”

“I’m close, I want to.” She pleaded.  I pushed her skillfully up to my shoulders. Pumping her delicious cunt like mad, I worked her  tender asshole mercilessly, letting my finger push as far as it could, then gently pushed against the sensitive flesh I found there.  I let my tongue caresses her tight clit once more. Gasping she pushed her body down hard into me, begging to be penetrated deeper than ever before. Needing it. I held her tiny bud between my teeth, making just enough pressure to cause her to yelp. With that, I felt her cunt start to spasm and she moved wildly, screaming, and wrapping her fists up in her hair. She pushed harder, testing her limits. She dragged her nails across her skin and cursed me for making her body writhe without her control. Wave after wave of heat passed through us both, racking our bodies until we were both overtaken with exhaustion. She slowed her movements , whimpering, and licking her lips. As she gasped for air, I carefully withdrew from her body and wrapped my arms around her shoulders. She let her body go limp and collapsed into mine, her head cozily positioned between my neck and breasts.

For a long while, the wind howling through the living room was the only sound apart from our breathing. The window had a thin layer of frost, cris-crossing the pane with its tiny crystals.

“It’s starting to snow, love.” I muttered, getting a whiff of her hair. Vanilla.

 “Really? Maybe we’ll get lucky and they’ll be a real storm. Then I’ll be stranded here for real.” She chuckled softly, giving my waist a squeeze.

“I wouldn’t mind that,” I answered.  I tucked her dark tresses behind her ear and she traced circles on my breasts. “It’s a good thing we practiced in case of a real emergency.” She nuzzled my neck playfully.

“What a good game.”