by Jamie Knight
Seth cupped my breasts and kissed them. He licked my tender nipples and stimulated me. I reached down and stroked his already rock-hard cock. I was no longer tentative about doing such things. I was no longer torn about whether or not what I was doing was wrong. It was right, and I felt right about doing it. I let my fingers explore every inch of his throbbing tool, even gently caressing his balls.
He kissed down the center of my body and then turned around, so I could put his cock into my mouth. He slurped at my pussy as I moaned in joy. I sucked on his cock. I wanted his delicious cum. He tried to pull away to fuck me, but I held on. I had learned how to suppress my gag reflex and pushed him balls deep into my mouth, feeling his dick hit the back of my throat.
“Tina, I’m going to… Oh, God. Uhnnnn,” he moaned.
He came in my mouth and I eagerly accepted the hot cum from his cock. Seth continued to stimulate my pussy and clit with his tongue and I rewarded him with my moans. Clamping my thighs tight on his face, my pussy juice flowed freely. I was overwhelmed by not only waves of pleasure, but relaxation.
“Mmmm,” I moaned. “I love when you lick my pussy. You’re so good at it. You make me cum so good.”
I was prepared to give Seth a few minutes to recover, but he never seemed to lose his erection. He went down a little, but after a few more minutes of eating me out, he was hard again. I gave him a little suck and I explored his balls with my tongue. There were no boundaries now. I was free to explore my sexuality as much as I wanted with him and I wanted to explore more.
Seth got out a condom and slid it over his long shaft. He leaned down and slowly slid his unit into my waiting pussy. I lifted up my legs, so he could have better access, laying them up against his strong, muscular chest. It was good. I felt him moving deep within me, the friction caused by his thrusts making my pussy walls tingle and clench.
Seth could hold out now, since he had just cum. We were in a good rhythm. He knew how to slow down and tease my clit once in a while, but I was anxious to try some thing new.
“Wait,” I said. “Put it in my ass.”
“Really?” he said excitedly by the thought. “You sure?”
“Do it slow,” I said. “I want to feel it.”
“Okay,” he said pulling out of my vagina.
Seth moved down to my ass and placed the head of his cock at the entrance. Already I was starting to get more excited. The anticipation was making me crazy. Then he started to push in and I gasped. I had never been stretched like that before. It was crazily good, but also dirty and that made it stimulating.
Seth was my dirty little secret again, fucking me in the ass. I imagined him sneaking into my bedroom at my parent’s place, fucking me in the ass in the middle of the night while they were asleep.
I squealed very loud. I couldn’t help myself. I should’ve been letting him fuck my ass all along. Seth now was only gently doing it, but I was absolutely going insane. I was squirting from my pussy all over.
“Oh, yes!” I cried. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop fucking my ass. Oh, God. It’s so good. Your cock is so good in my asshole.”
Seth went balls deep, stretching me out to the max. I lost the ability to speak for several seconds. I was totally overwhelmed with these amazing sensations that I had never experienced. He was having a good time too. I was extremely tight down there. Fortunately, Seth had been using the lubricated condoms already, so he slipped in nice and steadily.
“Holy shit,” he moaned. “You’re so tight. Holy shit! Oh! I think I’m going to cum again.”
“Do it. Do it, baby. Cum in my ass,” I begged. “I want to feel your hot cum up in there. Oooooh.”
He came, and I could feel it. It’s amazing how many nerve endings are in there. I could feel every little bump in the shaft of his cock. The veins were pumping and his cum filled the condom. Its sudden warmth sent me over the edge again and I squirted liquid from deep inside me.
There was a deep, physical bond between us now that we had shared this intense new experience. I knew right then, nothing was ever going to tear us apart. Not my parents, not our lack of money, not the world. Seth and I were united by something bigger than what our marriage would be. We had truly come together as two souls, experiencing life together. Although we had fought the mutual attraction mostly for our parents’ sake, in the end it made us more determined than ever to be together.
My doubts were washed away with wave after wave of orgasms. I looked forward to many more nights of pleasure and closeness with Seth. It would always be erotic, but also something more. Because when you find true love and true closeness, there’s something that transcends sex and mere words. We had it. And that’s all either of us really needed.
Seth pulled out. I kissed his panting sweaty face and we laid in each other’s arms.
“I love you, Seth,” I said.
“I love you too, Tina,” he said.
Epilogue
Seth
A few months later…
The next semester, Tina managed to get accepted to Wanewright Junior College for event planning. She took right to the major. It really fit her much better than the ruthless competitive business world. And I was glad that I didn’t have to compete against my future wife anymore.
We decided to get married sooner rather than later. My father wasn’t too keen on me marrying anyone, but I worked on him. He eventually accepted and loved Tina. Tina was way more easy-going and more relaxed now. Without the constant stress of her parents weighing down her, she learned to be her own person.
She planned our wedding on a shoestring budget, which made sense and scored her some points at school. But she couldn’t get her parents to agree to attend. I was a little shocked that someone that religious wouldn’t take a wedding seriously. I mean, wasn’t this what they were pushing for all along? I even tried to call a bunch of times to explain that I was fully committed to their daughter, but they never answered the phone.
By the day of the wedding, we had just resigned ourselves that they wouldn’t be there. If they rejected our new family, so be it.
Her parents rejected us, but her church did not. They happily rented us the chapel and rec room out to us for our wedding. It was a small affair, but we did our best. Tina and Lindsay decorated the church aisle with streamers, carnations, and cut out paper hearts. They made the bouquets themselves and the centerpieces for the small reception.
Tina even sewed her wedding dress herself. When she walked down the aisle after Lindsay, for her big reveal and I saw her for the first time, I was stunned. Ivory satin hugged her curves, bunched in small folds on the bodice and in the narrow sweep of her skirt. The soft fabric pooled around her feet in a small train, giving her a statuesque look. Her long blonde hair was swept up in an elaborate updo, with several curls loose to frame her perfect face. A short bird-cage veil accentuated her sky-blue eyes. She looked beautiful. It was a beautiful moment that almost made me cry.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her. My beautiful bride. My beloved. We had wasted so much time fighting our mutual attraction over what? Constantly trying to please each other’s parents, I suppose. Now we wouldn’t do that anymore. We were grownups and the only people we had to please now was ourselves. As Tina walked down the aisle, I was prepared to take her hand.
“Stop,” said a voice.
It was her father. Her parents had come, apparently to stop the wedding.
“Daddy?” Tina said, turning to look. “Why are you here?”
“To give you away,” he said, walking up to the front of the aisle accompanied by Tina’s mother. “I’m sorry for the way we acted. Please forgive us.”
Tina hugged her dad and mother. They smiled. Well, good for him. I’m glad he got over his own ego to enjoy this day.
“Good luck, son,” he said to me handing me Tina’s hand. “And I mean that.”
Well, maybe there’s hope for the old man yet.
The rest of the wedding ceremony went off without a hitch. Tina could not
stop beaming. Everything had really come together.
The reception was small and quaint, but Tina was able to dance with her father. I could see the joy and relief on her face. I even offered to take her mother for a spin around the dance floor. When the song ended, Tina’s father lead her back over to me and put her small hand in mine. I twirled her and then held my new bride tight in my arms often kissing the top of her head as we swayed to the music.
I saw her father approach mine and I started to worry. Not now, I thought. It’s almost over don’t fight now. I turned both our bodies to watch. Unexpectedly, her father held his hand out to mine. My father stared, blinking his eyes in confusion.
“I’m sorry, Dave,” Tina’s father said as my father finally took his hand. “I’ve been a judgmental ass. I should have been there for you when your first wife left, instead of talking about you behind your back at the plant. I should have tried to help you with the loss and I should have welcomed your new wife when you married her. I was un-neighborly. And I apologize.”
My father smiled at him. “We’re family now, Paul. I love my new daughter-in-law. I will gladly make peace with her father.”
They shook hands and walked towards one of the tables together talking animatedly. I pulled Tina, my wife, back into my embrace. I leaned down and pressed my cheek against hers, feeling it wet with tears of joy. There would be only peace and friendship between our families now.
***
We didn’t have money for a honeymoon yet, which made me a little sad. Going back to our small apartment was a disappointment, but we did our best to continue the festive mood. I carried my bride over the threshold and laid her gently in our bed.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, sensing my sadness, looking up at me with eyes the color of a clear sky.
“It’s that we don’t have any money for a honeymoon,” I said, leaning down to take off my dress shoes. “I’m sorry.”
“Hey, don’t be sorry. Don’t you dare be sorry for today,” she insisted, poking me playfully in the chest with a slim finger. “You made this the greatest day of my life. I don’t need a fancy trip to confirm that. Besides, we’ll get some money some day and take a nice trip. I have faith. In you.”
I kissed her, tasting her perfect pink lips. Feeling their pillow-like softness against my own. My heart yearned for her as much as my body. This was a different level of love and sex like I had never experienced before. There was a trust between us that made me feel great. It made me felt like I could do anything.
Tina flipped over to lay on her stomach, so I could start unbuttoning the line of dainty buttons that held her ivory dress together. They parted antagonizing slowly, revealing a white lace bustier. As I got lower, her rounded butt cheeks immerged with a white lace thong settled sweetly between them. My dick woke at the sight. It stirred against my tux pants, straining for that thin strip of lace that covered her pussy.
She sat up and turned to me. Her ample breasts were gloriously rounded by the constraint of the bustier, but I wanted them free. I leaned forward, slowly kissing down her neck, and reached behind her to undo the snaps. The bustier came free of her torso; her breasts bouncing just a little from the movement. I pulled back to set my eyes on her perfect curves.
Her nipples were hard already. Her full breasts were pert, rounded, and just waiting for my touch. I reached out and brushed a finger gently against her skin. Her lips parted, and she briefly closed her eyes.
Feeling a sudden urgency, I stood, and I took off my suit in haste. I set it and her dress on the chair beside the bed. She lay before me on the bed, legs slightly spread. Nude, but for the white lace thong that hugged her curves and accented her pale creamy skin. I got out the condoms from the bedside table and she grabbed my hand.
“What?” I said, startled. “I mean, we can talk about kids, but we can hardly afford them right now.”
“No,” she said with a devilish smile on her pouty lips. “It depends on where you put that cock. I think you can go commando if you put it somewhere else.”
“Oh, you’re naughty,” I smiled. “But I think we’d need some lube for that. The condoms have that.”
She reached over into her nightstand and pulled out a bottle of KY. It was a big bottle. I had a feeling I’d be doing this a lot.
“I think we’ll be okay if we use this,” she giggled. “But let me make sure you’re ready, husband-of-mine.”
She crawled over to the bed and started sucking my hard cock. Actually, it was more like she was worshipping it. There’s sucking and then there’s what she did. It was more sensual. It was like she was making out with my dick and using her tongue for maximum pleasure. When I was good and hard, she lifted my shaft up and teased my balls with her tongue. Tina was learning fast, that sexy wife of mine. She flipped over and bent down on the bed.
“Put it in me,” she said. “I’m ready.”
I rubbed the lube all up and down my cock in preparation. I had never been inside a girl without a condom before, so this would be a unique experience. It was appropriate for a wedding night. I slid gently into her tight pink ass hole. It was warmer and felt better than anything I had experienced before. God. And it was tight too. The lube kept everything nice and slick, but the intensity of her muscles. Holy shit.
“Oh. Oh. Right there. Right there,” she moaned.
She reached back and started playing with her clit, providing further stimulus. I was blown away by how amazing the entire thing felt. I was standing on the bed, drilling into her as her sweet, puckered hole pleasured me with its grip.
“Oh, my God,” I said overwhelmed. “I don’t think I can hold it.”
“Do it!” she cried. “Cum in my ass. I was to feel you cum inside me. Cum deep inside me ass. Do it.”
I did, and I saw stars. I thought I would literally pass out from the climax. My knees went weak as I shot my load deep inside her anus. She immediately started squirting from the experience. I could feel her whole body shake. Wracked from orgasms that she couldn’t control.
It was incredible the amount of pleasure both of us could bring to one another. Isn’t that what love was all about? Why had I fought this for so long? We were in love and now we would be together always. Always happy. Always bringing each other joy.
THE END
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Chapter One
Devon
“We know your life has changed drastically and you don’t even know who you are,” the doctors and nurses have told me. “But just hang in there.”
Well, that’s easy for them to say.
It’s a whole other matter to have to be the one trying to put the pieces of my life back together when I don’t even remember the pieces in the first place.
“Things will start coming back to you slowly,” they’ve also “reassured” me. “We think your memory will be restored eventually, or at least parts of it will be.”
Gee, thanks for that fucking hope there, guys, I want to tell them. To have “at least parts” of my memory “eventually” restored.
I try not to show them how frustrated I am. I want to be grateful that I’m even alive, and for their help in making sure that that is possible. But it’s very hard to remain in good spirits when my memory was taken from me, even if my life wasn’t.
My ID says my name is Devon Dennington. The face in the picture is the same as the one I look at in the mirror. But I don’t even know this person. I’m a stranger to
myself.
The building I’m in has a familiar feel. I’ve seen rooms like this one before — on television. Yes, that’s what that flat screen on the wall is called. And I know that the place I’m in is called a hospital, because they’ve been telling me that, too.
I was told it is good to be able to name things. I couldn’t, during the first few moments after I woke up. I wasn’t even able to provide a name for myself.
But some things came quickly and recognizing what a television set is and the concept behind it was a good step forward. Or so the experts tell me.
They gave me my wallet and my phone to help me remember. “Wallet” and “Phone”: two more words to signify items. More re-connections via neurons and synapses. I would probably go crazy if I wasn’t able to hold onto such things.
Each old word is now imprinted anew, and then it means something. It makes me more a part of this world.
It’s not that I don’t know what words mean. And it isn’t like I need to relearn how to do things like brush my teeth or chew my food.
But everything does seem new again in some ways. And there are times when I get an odd sense of Deja Vu.
I have slept a lot these past few days and woke up several times from bizarre dreams, only to find myself back in an environment I barely understand. It is strange, knowing you’re a person, but not being sure exactly who that person is.
You could go mental trying to crunch in your head just how that works: how you can walk, talk and breathe without really comprehending who you are or how you got to where you are.
And now, in this world, in what feels like a waking dream, I am in a hospital room putting on my clothes. Apparently, I wear athletic style outfits when I’m not working. Under Armour seems to be my favorite brand. Although from what I’ve read, their popularity is on the decline. Does that mean I am somehow out of touch?