Apparently Shannon’s ability to not be time-frozen along with the rest of the world when I stopped time was just one of many other skills that could be learned. It was intriguing enough to convince me to make L.A my next destination but as I was passing through Las Vegas anyway, I had decided to see what it was all about.
I ruined a magic show for myself by stopping time and looking under the enchanted red curtain and left feeling somewhat bored and disappointed. I was tempted to just cut the visit short and resume my journey when I spotted an elderly man dressed like Elvis coming out of a little chapel accompanied by a girl in her twenties dressed like Marilyn Monroe, having apparently just tied the knot.
It seemed anybody off the street could just walk in and be part of the audience, I felt like I had to go in there just to see if there were any other pairings as crazy as the one I had just witnessed. Most of the people sitting and watching were just waiting their turn to get married too, and almost everybody was hilariously drunk.
The guy performing the ceremony looked like a porn star from the seventies, a wide open shirt showed off some gold medallions drowning in a sea of curly black chest hair. It whole place was just what I’d hoped it might be and I took a seat near the back.
A scan of the seats around me revealed some truly interesting couples. A skinny little guy and a truly massive woman, a guy dressed like an alien and a dominatrix, a barely conscious guy and a woman who was clearly a stripper. It was amazing.
Such was the attention-grabbing nature of so many people around me that I barely noticed who I was sitting next to because, out of the corner of my eye, they looked so normal. It was only after glancing directly at them that I had to do a double take.
They were a young couple, almost certainly still teenagers, and they were actually dressed the way a bride and groom ‘should’ be. The two of them were so conspicuous in their normality that I decided to try to make small talk with them between ceremonies.
It was actually a pretty sweet little story they had. High school sweethearts for the past couple of years, they’d wanted to get married the instant Jessica had turned eighteen, but her family had forbidden it.
Her family was rich, his family was poor, he didn’t go to the right church, his family hadn’t lived in the area for a million generations. Back where they were from in the Deep South, these things all really mattered apparently.
The more we talked the more difficult I found it to concentrate on anything but Jessica. I couldn’t blame Paul for having fallen for her, she was innocently sultry, if such a thing was even possible.
I was mesmerised by her dark eyes and her southern drawl. You could tell by the way Paul spoke that he was working class but, even though their accents were nominally the same, it was obvious that Jessica was from the right side of the tracks.
In righteous teenage rebellion, the pair of them had taken off together so they could get married because they ‘couldn’t wait’ any more. I didn’t have to ask what they couldn’t wait for, it was written in those eyes of hers.
How Paul had managed to hold himself back if she had been looking at him with those eyes for a couple years, I had no idea. She was so innocent, so prim and proper, I bet he had never even seen her naked though he had probably been teased to the point of near-insanity by a bathing suit or two.
Now, their hormone-fuelled hopes and dreams were so close. Her strapless wedding dress seemed pricey and it looked like no expense had been spared on her hair and make-up. She looked absolutely stunning, a beautiful virgin bride. Jessica had clearly wanted to do as much ‘right’ as possible, even if the ceremony wasn’t taking place in the big church back home with the blessing of her family.
The next ceremony started and the crowd hushed to watch the train-wreck. I couldn’t help but keep on stealing glances out of the corner of my eye at Jessica. Her firm little breasts didn’t strain at the material of her wedding dress and sometimes when she moved a little gap appeared, giving me a glimpse down to her strapless bra.
I felt butterflies in my stomach and the more I thought about her, the more I thought about what secrets that wedding dress was hiding, the more I knew I had to take her. I had to take this virgin bride on her wedding night.
*****
Following somebody inconspicuously is pretty easy when you can stop time. Paul and Jessica had said they were staying in the Concordia Hotel, so after watching him kiss his new bride I left before they had even stepped away from the seventies-porn-star to catch a taxi.
Once there I waited for them to arrive and then, after they entered the hotel, I waited for exactly a minute and stopped time with that familiar *twang* in my head. I walked through the silent foyer navigating around the statue-like people, completely at ease these days now that I was more experienced, and found Paul and Jessica waiting in front of the elevator, the doors just opening.
Jessica was looking beautiful, all nervous and excited at the same time, a girl about to become a woman with her husband. I couldn’t wait to have her.
“You’ll be all mine soon, Jessica,” I said.
I started time again, finding myself once more outside the hotel in the exact place I had been before stopping it. This time I waited for one minute and ten seconds before stopping it.
When I headed back into the lobby I could see that the elevator doors were still open but I couldn’t see the newlyweds until I was right in front of them. Peeking inside, I saw button fourteen lit up and smiled. The search for their room had just been narrowed down a lot.
After a couple more time stops and some rather annoying trips up the stairs, I knew they were in room 1418 and I was more than ready to see everything Jessica had to offer. I stood in front of their door and concentrated, hearing the almost-silent constant background noise cease completely.
I reached out towards the handle, already knowing I was probably going to have to get the axe from behind the safety glass down the hallway next to the fire hose. Thankfully, whatever Gods were in charge of helping time-stoppers have their way with beautiful virgins were smiling upon me at that moment and I found it unlocked.
With a little shove, I watched as the door swung on its hinges and then came to a rest, revealing the room to me. The Concordia was a nice hotel and the room was comfortably furnished with Jessica standing in front of the most important piece of furniture, the bed.
The pair of them had been frozen in a beautiful, intimate, moment. Jessica was facing the bed and Paul was standing behind her, reaching up towards the zip at the back of her dress as she looked at him over her shoulder.
Nerves and excitement still clearly shining in her eyes, Jessica’s arms were crossed over her chest as if she was already holding the dress up. She was just about to give herself to her husband… but first she would give herself to me.
“Sorry, champ.”
I pulled Paul backwards and dragged him to the corner of the room, propping him up facing the walls, and then turned my attentions back to the lovely Jessica. Taking her husband’s place behind her, I slipped one arm around her waist and the other over her shoulder , pulling her body against me and leaning down to kiss her on the lips.
Gradually I forced her mouth open and touched the tip of my tongue on hers as I explored her body, feeling that taut navel through the thick material of her wedding dress and her ass pressing against my hardening cock. I slipped my hand up under hers, feeling the small but firm bump of her left breast that had tantalised me so much back at the little chapel.
“Let’s see what you’ve been saving for this magical night, Jessica.”
Leaning back slightly, I began pulling the zip down seeing the smooth and lightly-tanned skin of the slender teen unveiled with every inch. Once the zip was all the way down, I tugged the dress at either side until it loosened enough and slid downwards.
When it reached her hips I got down on one knee, almost as if I was proposing to her, and pulled the garment over her athletic little rear end. A second later, the most meaningful d
ress the teen girl would ever wear was in a heap around her ankles.
When I saw her ass I had to bite my knuckle in awe of its perfection. Partially covered by pristine white panties completely befitting a virgin bride, it looked so tight you could have bounced a quarter off it.
Pulling at each side, I wedged them into the crack of her ass to get a better view, turning the panties into a G-string. I saw the faint tan-lines of her bikini bottoms and smiled, they only reinforced the exclusivity of the skin I was seeing, and everything else Jessica would be showing me before my time with her was through.
I leaned in and literally kissed her ass, hearing the wet smacking sound disappear quickly into the time-frozen air before I slowly came back up to my feet, sliding my hands up her thighs, over her hips and then over the flat expanse of her belly. The twin curves of her ass cheeks nuzzled against the bulge in the front of my pants and I kissed her again, feeling the heat of her skin against the palms of my hands.
Her hair smelled fantastic, I buried my nose in the dark brown waves as I worked at the clasp on her back before carefully tugging the strapless bra away and looking over her shoulder at the swells of her chest, with just enough room between the tips of her erect nipples and her hands so the view was not obstructed.
Clearly she had been aroused at the moment I stopped time, she knew what wedding nights were supposed to be about. She was still looking back over her shoulder with those smouldering eyes of hers, though her mouth was now wide open like a sex doll.
How far had Paul been with this girl? How untouched was this bride? As I cupped her tits and pulled her against me again, I thought there was a very real possibility this girl-from-the-right-family had never been groped like this.
Her hard nipples pressed into my hands and I squeezed her youthful flesh enthusiastically. Leaving one eager hand on her breast, I slid the other one down and into her panties, feeling her pubic hair trimmed into a neat little landing strip before my middle finger was caressed on both sides by the folds of her sex as it delved between her legs.
I was only slightly surprised to find her a little bit wet already. The teen bride must have been looking forward to this night almost as much as our good friend Paul in the corner. If I had known what I’d be doing this evening, I’d have looked forward to it too.
This southern belle had made me as hard as a rock, my dick was practically screaming at me to get inside her, and I had no intention of resisting such a heartfelt plea for too long. With one finger, I pushed on her chin and closed her mouth, then kicked my shoes off and undid my pants.
These days I would no more leave home without a tube of lubricant than I would leave without my wallet. After fishing it out of my pocket and throwing it on the bed, I resumed disrobing.
My pants and boxers were around my ankles in no time at all and my stiff rod was sticking out from under my shirt, almost as if it was straining towards the vulnerable virgin. I put my arm around her waist again and pushed her forward until her head was resting on the bed, pulled my shirt off and then stepped back to admire the view.
It would have been a pretty good feat of balancing if she weren’t frozen in time. Her well-toned legs were dead-straight and led the eye from the ground, inevitably, towards the bright white patch of underwear peeking out and just barely covering her most private and well-guarded area. It was such a beautiful pose.
Once more going to my knees behind her, I curled my fingers around the elastic of her panties at her hips and pulled them downwards, agonisingly slowly. Inch by inch I removed the last scrap of clothing from the innocent bride until her pretty pink pussy was presented to me.
I stuck my middle finger in my mouth to wet it and pushed against her virginal entrance. Slowly, almost reluctantly, her unused folds gave way to the pressure of my finger and soon her slippery warmth was all around the tip until I pressed up against exactly what I had been hoping to find, her hymen.
I pulled my finger out as I stood and tasted her sweet juices, like pure honey. Pushing her ass forward and to the side, I rolled her on to the middle of the bed and got her on her back with her legs sticking straight up in the air.
Extracting a pillow from under the covers near the head of the bed, I managed to stuff it under her shoulders and pushed her head backwards so it appeared that she was looking straight up. I bet her wildest dreams had never envisioned what would actually happen on her special night.
I climbed on the bed and straddled her head facing towards her, my balls resting against the bridge of her nose and my cock twitching above her chin, dribbling a thin stream of pre-cum that slowly flowed down her neck. Once more I opened her mouth and then rubbed the tip of my cock over the shiny pink lip gloss she had applied for the ceremony, making it even glossier in the process.
She looked so perfect, lying there with my cock on her lips, she still even had a little white flower in her hair. I pushed forward and felt her tongue unknowingly caress the head of my stiff shaft as I advanced inside her.
Once my cock was safely inside her mouth, I let go with my hand and leaned forward, pushing her legs to each side until it looked like she was doing the splits there on the bed. She surely was a flexible girl, but even with her legs spread so wide her unused pussy lips barely parted. I was most certainly looking at heaven on earth.
I rested my elbows on the bed to either side of her waist and reached around her legs to cup her ass cheeks with my hands, using them as the sexiest handles possible to keep her still while I thrust forward with my cock until I felt it hit the back of her throat.
There was no way of telling for sure if Jessica had ever given Paul, or anyone, a blowjob before, but for my money, I would have bet that an innocent little prim and proper girl like her would certainly not have been able to master the art of deep throating yet, especially not at the tender age of eighteen.
However, since she was frozen in time and didn’t have a gag reflex or a need of air, experience was irrelevant, all that was required was enough pressure to pop into the tight confines of her throat. I thrust forward slowly until I felt my balls come to rest on her nose again and savoured the feel of being as deep into her mouth as I could possibly be.
Before me were the pink folds of her sex, and I lowered my mouth to it, eager to taste her again. Gently, I traced my tongue along above her pussy and caressed the tiny bump of her clit before circling around her labia.
My hips rocked backwards and forwards almost automatically, fucking the teen bride’s face without needing to interrupt my pleasure to let her breathe. She felt so good I let out a soft groan of pleasure before thrusting my tongue into her virginal entrance and letting her wholesome flavour fill my sense of taste.
Never again after tonight would she be so perfect and unspoiled. Paul was a lucky man, but I was going to use her for everything I could first. Faster and faster I pumped my cock into the unwitting teen’s mouth, until my balls were slapping against her face and I was lapping at her pussy like it was my first meal in weeks.
I couldn’t help but notice her little puckered asshole right in front of my face as I licked and sucked her pussy. Jessica was such a good girl that she might never give Paul anything but missionary sex. To be fair, missionary sex with her would be pretty damn good, but I saw an opportunity to explore somewhere that might remain otherwise unknown until the end of her days.
Feeling around to my right, my hand fell on the tube of lubricant and I paused my attentions to her slit while I unscrewed the cap and slipped the nozzle up her rear entrance. Had she been aware of what was going on, I imagined Jessica would have squealed like the schoolgirl she so recently was when she felt that cold jelly injected into her.
As it was, she didn’t complain in the slightest and I resumed defiling her face after I cast the lubricant aside again. Curling my hand around her thigh once more, I pointed a finger at her asshole as if accusing it of something and pressed against the formerly one-way street.
Though it was even tighter than her pussy, it
had no hymen to halt my progress and my digit was soon buried to the knuckle in her ass. Compared with the pace my cock was jack-hammering into her throat, the in-and-out motions of my finger were positively leisurely, there was just no other way to move in that tiny space, heavily lubricated or not.
It was so fucking hot seeing her take my finger up the ass like that, knowing it would be something so far off the table if she wasn’t frozen in time. Even if it wasn’t her wedding night, even if I was her husband, it would be a long shot at best.
I was taking so much more than she would normally give, and it felt so good. Every thrust into her mouth sent a tingle of pleasure buzzing from the tip of my cock to the pit of my stomach and I was sorely tempted to unload my balls straight into her stomach. Deep down, though, there was only one place I wanted to put my cum.
After leaning back on to my knees I watched as I pulled my cock out of her mouth, seeing the mess my pre-cum and her saliva had made of her face. She looked like an absolute sex goddess, a champion of cock sucking, and when combined with her otherwise innocent features it drove me wild with lust, I wanted to look deep into her eyes as I gave her pussy its first taste of cock.
I shifted position to between her legs and wrapped those toned limbs behind me as if she was stopping me from escaping. Naturally, I had no intentions of going anywhere else.
With another generous serving of lubricant on the tip of my cock, I smeared the slippery concoction over Jessica’s well-licked slit as if my manhood was a paintbrush. Her sex was as wet as it could possibly be when I pushed forward.
The lips of her pussy parted as if giving the tip of my length a kiss, but her virginal entrance was more resistant. It had been a snug fit on my finger, and I imagined she would have been wincing if she were able to, but I didn’t have to worry about that, I just kept pushing and pushing until I felt something give and then the sweet sensation of tight virgin pussy flesh was sliding over the head of my cock.
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