They had always been very good. Their
souls belonged to a seemingly bygone age, when “premarital” was still a
dirty word. Innocence had been
their trend throughout their years of old-fashioned courtship.
They had known one another all their lives, never questioning their
destiny. Somehow, even in the
sandbox days, they sensed that they belonged to one another.
He claimed her one day, the summer after kindergarten, as they hunted
for fishing worms under a hollow log. “I’m
going to marry you,” he said boldly, burrowing deeper into the riverside
mud. She only gave a sidelong smile and whispered, “alright.”
Now they stood before one another, their worm-searching days long past,
but their wedding vows spoken only hours before. The wedding night. All
their lives, they had waited for this.
She was the very portrait of virtue, the epitome of virginal purity.
She would not be had before she had her legal promises.
He would, but he would never push her.
He had always been somewhat shy, a trait which endeared him to her. There were times when the scent of her hair alone made him
feel he could devour her if she let him; but she would not let him.
But now she would, and now he believed she had been right.
After the years of desire and love, mounting day by day with every
touch and every gesture, the intensity and emotion they were experiencing
was immeasurable. The age old
cliché, “worth the wait,” was proving true.
She stepped toward him, the flowing silk of her endless white nightgown
making waves at her feet as she glided across the floor.
To him, she never walked. She
always seemed to float just above the earth, graceful and light, his
personal angel. She was only a
breath away from him now. He lost himself in her eyes, an almost incandescent blue in
which time seemed to hold still. She
His hands on her shoulders, he held her out in front of him and gazed,
only for a moment before he slipped his fingers under the tiny straps on her
shoulders, letting them slide over her arms as they followed the rest of the
gown to the floor, baring to him for the first time the woman he loved; his
wife. He visually drank every detail of her body, his eyes traveling down
over her milky throat, her graceful arms, her perfect rosy breasts, the
smooth skin of her torso leading down to the epicenter of her femininity.
As he stood paralyzed by the vision before him, she reached for his
belt and unfastened it, taking it with his pants to join her shimmering gown
on the plush floor. She
unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it back off his strong shoulders, and before
long they stood face to face with nothing left to hide.
He scooped her off the floor, his hands for the first time groping her
bare skin in places the previously he dared not touch.
He laid her on the bed and stood beside it, trying to calculate his
next move. She gazed up at him,
never before having seen a naked man, and relishing the site of him.
The sight of his thick penis engaged her and she subconsciously
spread her legs slightly as the wetness began to flow there.
She watched in utter captivation his every movement as he advanced
toward the foot of the bed. She
propped herself up against the pillows to better see him, spreading her legs
more as she pushed herself up.
These small flashes of his new bride’s most closely guarded secret left
him almost breathless, and left his virgin member in a frenzy as it began to
grow a mind of its own, rising under the intensity of the moment as he
crawled on the bed over her. The
independent movement of his cock intrigued his wife and she sat up, now
eyelevel with his growing erection as he knelt above her.
In a sudden decision that both shocked and amazed him, she reached
for his thighs and pulled him to her face, licking his reddening head.
The overwhelming surprise sent him reeling as he fought to keep his
balance, grabbing at the headboard for support as he felt her lips encircle
his penis, her hand closing around the long, thick shaft.
He closed his eyes and reveled in the feelings coursing through him
as she massaged and coddled his desire.
She worked magic with her tongue, caressing every sensitive inch with
utmost care and surprising aptitude.
Instinctively he began to pump against her, when suddenly without warning
she stopped. Opening his eyes,
he looked down at her, her full, pouty mouth red and swollen from its
ministrations as she quizzically studied his straining erection.
The head had grown quite purple atop the engorged shaft, standing at
attention. She guessed it to be
at least nine inches in length. It trembled with need and seemed to become more torrid by the
second. Cocking her head to the
side and studying it further, she found it beautiful in an odd sort of way,
and the mere sight of it intensely erotic.
That’s when she knew; he’d
experienced her oral experiment, now she wanted to experience his.
She tilted her head back and looked up into his expectant eyes, which saw
the pleading in her expression and knew instantly what she craved.
He slid down until they were face to face, and he kissed her heavily,
probing into her mouth as deeply as he could with his tongue, perhaps as a
prelude to what he was about to do. The
kiss traveled down over her chin, down to her throat, pausing in the
delicate little hollow there, then following the sweeping crest of her bosom
where his mouth hovered hotly, tantalizing her untouched nipples with his
tongue before trailing with his tongue down to the golden valley that housed
her most precious gem. He looked up into her face, she bit her lip as an air of
nervousness flickered over her porcelain doll features.
She breathed in deeply and settled back against the pillows, opening
her legs like a gate to a forbidden land, beckoning him to enter and possess
Sprawled over the foot of the bed, his face between her quivering thighs,
he breathed heavily and hoped only that he wouldn’t disappoint her.
He wasted no time, for though he wanted nothing more than to please
her, he was not yet an experienced lover and his own need screamed to be
satisfied. His tongue slid
lightly along her smooth lips, eliciting a low moan and then a breathless
gasp when he found her begging clitoris. He gauged from her reactions which areas were most erogenous,
and found he genuinely enjoyed thrusting his tongue deeply into her and
sucking at her sweet nectar. He
continued this practice until her hands on his head summoned him up again.
She too, being inexperienced, wanted to try everything at once.
Again face to face, she wove her fingers through his hair and pulled him
into the deepest of kisses, her arms and soul and innermost self yearning
for all that he could give. She
kissed ravenously, almost as if she were trying to swallow him whole, for
she had suddenly become insatiable. Her
breathing was rapid and shallow, her breast heaving with every heavy breath. He held himself up over her and watched her for a moment.
The change in her, from the quiet vision of propriety to the thirsty
bedroom serpent intoxicated him. She
locked her eyes on his and without a word, spread her legs as wide as she
could and pulled him down to her.
Pressed against the wetness of her longing, he knew he could no longer
wait. He entered her slowly,
the immense head pushing through her virgin opening, making her heart pound
in her ears. He gazed into her
wide eyes, then kissed her forehead. She
held his face in her hands and gasped until she fell back again, her chest
heaving. He was uncertain as to
whether he should continue, until she looked back up at him and smiled
weakly, pressing him back down against her.
He pulled out just a little before gently thrusting himself in again, this
time almost half way. Inch by
inch he made his way inside her, where he remained for several minutes
before he began to pump. At
first she lay still, absorbing, but then she began to match his rhythm and
rocked beneath him, crying out as tears of ecstasy spilled from the corners
of her infinite blue eyes. They
continued to rock and grind in one another arms, embracing more tightly as
the tension grew.
She could feel something immense building inside her, so incredible that
she could scarcely discern from where it originated. It truly seemed to consume her.
She had not expected to cum at all, not the first time.
But there could be no doubt; her orgasm rolled over her with such
force that she screamed, nearly frightening him off of her, if not for the
fact that he was buried deep within. His
pace grew more rapid as he longed to join in her rapture, and as such he
created an almost euphorically blissful mesh of insurmountable pleasure and
His face contorted as he pumped himself into her faster and faster; he
knew it would not be long. He
concentrated on the feeling his cock was experiencing, the warm, thick
wetness that surrounded his huge member, sucking it back in as he pulled it
out, and massaging it as he thrust it in.
As he neared his orgasm, his erection seemed to grow even more before
it finally exploded in a torrent of thick, hot cum filling the tender womb
of his love. He slowed his pace
as his cock became flaccid, and studied his flushed, breathless bride. She was no longer the golden, angelic picture of wholesome
purity that he had idolized since childhood.
Now she was his vixen: a not at all undesirable transformation.
He laid his head on her breast, listening to the rapid beating of her
freshly overwhelmed heart as it gradually slowed its pace, the sexual
afterglow falling over them like starlight as they slept, on this, the first
night of their union.
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