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By *est-couple OP Man
over a year ago
Southwick (near Trowbridge) |
I carried my new bride to the bed, just as I had carried across the threshold into the bedroom, and began to prepare her for a memorable deflowering. Despite having celebrated her half-century, Sue looked every inch the bashful bride, and responded with a teenager’s passion when my fingers opened her beautiful pussy to expose her soaking pink depths. As my tongue explored the very centre of her sex, her hands massaged her breasts, keeping those nipples as hard as they had been as a result of my own mauling of them, earlier. Sue just kept cumming – all of the sexual excitement and more than half a bottle of champagne had made a new and wanton woman of my demure friend of yore, and the touch of my tongue on and around her luscious cunt, and the circular motions of my fingertips upon her stocking tops and that smooth expanse of pale inner thigh just drove her wild with desire. As she reached her orgasms she shuddered and trembled, cried sometimes but almost always called my name with affection, prefacing or following it with words such as ‘darling’, ‘husband’, ‘lover’, ‘my true love’. Goodness knows what John was thinking. His wife seemed to have totally forgotten him as she played out his fantasy, and my only reminder of his presence was a creak as he adjusted his position or the rhythmic pumping of his hand on his cock. Making sure he had a good view I kneeled on the side of the four-poster, and Sue rested herself on her elbows to caress and arouse further the cock that was going to take her virginity. She licked up the full length of my shaft, following the bulbous blue vein, and then circled my glans with her delicate tongue. Lascivious and experienced as these actions were, she was the coy virgin once more when she positioned herself over my purple cock-head, hesitated and then delicately took that engorged and shiny bulb into her pretty mouth. A little further, and then she withdrew, and I – and John – could see the imprint of her lipstick in a perfect circle about my girth. She was struggling a little – I was thicker than him, certainly, though about the same length. She descended once more and then, to my surprise and delight, continued down until her lips touch the hairy root of my manhood. For once I looked at John: he was definitely shocked, though said nothing. His bulging eyes, breathlessness and the sudden pause in his masturbatory motions told me all too clearly that she had never gone so far – or was it so low – in all their married life. Not only did she descend to deep throat me, but she withdrew and did it again, and again, and again. I began to feel uncomfortable: this might be too much for John, and in any case I feared spending my copious ejaculate in an unseen rush down her throat to her stomach. Her final withdrawal from my member left her connected to me by some thick strings of saliva that formed a crystal bridge between our bodies. ‘Never, ever, have I felt so intimate with another human being’, she said, ‘I love you.’
‘I will love you too’, I said, ‘As you have never been loved before.’ As she lay back on the bed, in breathless anticipation of her approaching defloration, I reached back into my jacket for a condom. I broke the packet, and as my hand moved down to ensheathe my cock, her hand rested on mine, momentarily. ‘No, darling, not tonight. Not on our wedding night. I want you to enjoy me as nature intended, with no barrier between us. Make love to me as a man should make love to a woman, as a husband should cherish his bride!’ I heard a very audible gasp from behind me: this DEFINITELY had not formed part of their prenuptial agreement for his kinky little fantasy, but in her agreeing to it he had handed his power over to her. It was Sue who was calling the shots. In the back of my mind, I wondered if she was still fertile or on the Pill, because I knew I certainly wasn’t firing blanks.
‘Are you sure, darling?’ I asked. ‘We both know the risks.’ She nodded. ‘Really sure?’ She nodded again. ‘I met get you pregnant…’ On those words I heard a louder noise. John’s chair had fallen over as he had stood up. He really was shocked now, his jaw hanging down. ‘Safe signal, safe signal’ I thought ‘Give the bloody safe signal! Either of you can stop this now. Just say it and I’ll roll the bloody condom on…’ John swallowed, audibly. ‘I’ve considered that’, said Sue, ‘And it’s a risk I’m willing to take.’ She dropped momentarily out of her fantasy – or did she? ‘I’ve never made love without a condom before’, she continued, ‘even on my wedding night. I want to do it now, right now. I’m a married woman’ – she pointed to the ring I had placed on her finger – ‘so if I have a baby, who will think anything of it. Wouldn’t you like to make your bride a mummy, give her a honeymoon baby?’ she purred, irresistibly.
How could I refuse?
As John watched from the side, I positioned the naked head of my cock at the portal of Sue’s glistening cunt. Slowly I eased myself forward, and as my cock-head head entered Sue’s marital orifice, and her labia closed around the instrument of her second deflowering I heard a gasp. The two of us turned to see John’s glistening eye open and pulse out a burst of hot, white sperm some twelve inches into the air. His hands weren’t even on his cock – he just came with the sheer excitement of seeing his wife taking it bareback for the first time, of knowing that I was now in possession of both her pussy and her fertile womb. I made love to her slowly in the missionary position and then encouraged her to raise her knees before she clamped her nylon-encased calves around my backside. She continued to experience mini-orgasms, and kept repeating my name, her body sometimes flailing beneath me as it responded to the rhythm of my movements and my weight upon her sensitive clitoris. Feeling that my body could hold out no longer, I spread her thighs with my arms behind her white-stockinged knees and pushed yet deeper into her. The sensitive tip of my cock was touching her cervix, I was sure, and was already leaking pre-cum. Even with this risk, I knew I had to offer her the chance of my final withdrawal, and the porn-star’s finish of a creamy explosion upon her breasts or face. I offered to withdraw, but she said, without hesitation and looking me straight in the eye, ‘No. Let’s make a baby, darling’. I heard a groan from behind me. She rolled her head slightly, and looked over at her ex-husband, sitting there with his cock lamely hanging between his legs, one little drop of watery semen poised at its tip. ‘Please, Bill, my true and only love, give me a baby… I want your baby!’ I raised her ankles up over my shoulder to enjoy the deepest and most effective baby-making penetration, and paused to appreciate the beauty of the woman I was just about to inseminate. I gazed down upon her auburn tresses, framed in the white froth of the veil behind her head. Her pretty face was ecstatic, once more it was the face of a teenager on a sexual adventure, and the perfect neck with its necklace of simple pearls rested above those ample and luscious breasts – breasts, surely, made for motherhood. The plumpness of her tummy beneath I could, in my mind’s eye, see rounded with our love-child, and the promise of horny demand that is common to pregnant women. Her oft bush was enmeshed with mine, and those long and shapely legs were encased in sheer white nylon, and rubbed deliciously against my shoulders. She had lost her shoes when I spread her thighs, and the silver varnish of her toenails was visible beneath the gauzy nylon, just above the white seam that joined the foot of her stocking. It was delicious.
As I entered my final thrusts she began to intone, deliciously, ‘to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health … forsaking all others (she ignored John and looked at me instead) … Will you have this woman to be your loving wife?’ ‘I will … will you take this man as your husband, to love, honour and obey’. ‘I will’, she said, breathlessly. My composure began to break and my cock swelled massively inside her body, as I expelled a capacious measure of sperm dep into her unprotected womb. She came again on my second pulse of white, hot seed, and her cries of ecstasy mingled with my own roars of release. ‘I do’, she said, deliriously, again, and shaking herself back into shocked consciousness said, rather suddenly, ‘Oh my god, I’m now Mrs –––––––!’.
She refused to let me withdraw, saying that she wanted all of that seed to stay where it was supposed to be – deep in her womanhood, not in a bloody condom to be flushed down the loo. When I withdrew I realised that John had left us, though another bottle of champagne had been left in a bucket of ice near the door. What was to follow the consummation of our marriage, I assumed, was private and for us alone. I did not feel it was the right time to ask Sue just how much of the evening before and after this point had been planned. I opened the bottle, and near-naked as we were, we set to doing what lovers do after they have made love.
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