She Grows Up

    It basically started when I was a little girl, playing mommy's and Daddy's
 with the next door neighbor's kids. Then it progressed to mock weddings and,
 gradually as I grew up it became dirtier and dirtier. Until the time I reached
 my twenties it was so filthy, that for the first time in 6 years, I actually
 went to confession! You see, I am not exactly what you would call experienced,
 far from it, in fact, but I put that down to my hurry to get married.
 Something I could never admit to myself for a long time, and of course, by the
 time it did. So when I met Mark and fell in love, I literally jumped at the
 chance of saying yes. The fact that he was the first person that asked me had
 no bearing on the matter at all, or so I like to think. But if I'm honest
 about it, I would have married anyone who stayed with me long enough to pop
 the question. The ceremony itself was purely magical, I feel wonderfully soft
 and seductively horny. White always seems to have that effect virginal on me.
 As we drive to the hotel for the start of our honeymoon, I let my hands feel
 the silkiness of my thighs thru my stockingtops. Slipping a finger into the
 bridlegarter and moving the lace skirt wide apart so that my husband could
 catch a flurtive glance of what's to come.  Once or twice, his own hand trys
 to intervene, but I brush it away not wanting to ruin a night of unashamed
 lust, now perfectly legal and above board. The champagne is on ice as we walk
 into the room, and two fruit glasses have been placed on the bedside table.
 The waiter hangs around just long enough to pop the cork, and wish us the best
 of luck, leaving us staring with embarrassment into each other's eyes. "I
 think I'd better change out of these clothes," I remark. "Not a very good
 idea," replies Mark, "I want to take you exactly as you are!" He downs his
 drink in one gulp. Puts his glass on the table and comes towards me. "No
 please, please wait, give me a few minutes, it's all happening to fast", but
 he doesn't, just stares at me and moves his hand up to my shoulders and lets
 my dress fall gently to the floor. I blush as his eyes began feasting on my
 luscious body, partially hidden by my revealing underwear. "My god you look
 beautiful," he whispers, "Lie down on the bed and let me worship you." I
 willingly obey my lord and master, trying not to imagine what he intends to
 do, though it is quite difficult.I feel so sencious as I carry out his orders,
 and my little white panties moisten, as if ready for the touch. I desperately
 need to feel the sharp point of his tool inside me, but the waiting is nearly
 over, as he prepares himself for a lustfull invasion of my watery pussy. He
 begins feeling all around my quivering torso, squeezing my saturated vagina
 and kneeding my tits thru the scanty underwear, which I have no intention of
 discarding. I gradually reaching my boiling point as his tongue descends down
 on my cunt, licking the outer lips through my panties and tearing them aside
 to explore my erect love bud. He takes it in his mouth nibbling it making it
 grow harder and harder under his expert touch he spreads my legs wider and
 licks along the outline of my stocking tops, exploring and probing until his
 mouth knows all my intimate secrets.

    I love every insane moment, and press his head down on my furry beaver,
 until I can hear his muffled slurps, ringing out above my cries of delight.
 It feels as if all the juices from my body are being sucked from me, by a
 human vacuum cleaner, literally drain ing my insides of every last bit of
 moisture. He is hunting for more, and I am not sure what he expects, until
 suddenly I have this very strange and alien feeling. Something inside me
 begins to let go inside me, and I being to shudder under his perfect skills. I
 sink deeper into his face, wrapping my legs around his neck, he is still
 sucking but now with hard, frantic actions. Then suddenly, with out warning,
 it all happened, escaping from me in one long forceful stream, the feeling is
 unbearably wonderful. I gyrate up and down, as the sensation goes on and on. I
 can see the juice drip from the corners of his mouth, before he has time to
 swallow, the substance from my body is expelling , only stopping for the
 quickest moment to take a quick breath, he goes on and on. I lay back
 exhausted, panting like a wild animal that has to be chased for the kill. I
 don't think you've had one of those before, he says. I reply no.  We call that
 a multiple orgasm, darling. He laughs, and you tasted beautiful, sweet and hot
 and virginal.  all my defenses have been broken down, my fire has been relit,
 I want him badly and need his swollen cock in my pussy, more than life itself.

    Slowly, I twist my body around, so I can swallow his thick, veined member.
 He sighs in sure ecstasy, as inch by inch, as I incased his glorious piece of
 meat. Moving my tongue gently around the tip, and licking the swollen hole on
 his prick, and then letting the whole thing slide down my eager and awaiting
 throat. I don't let myself go down on him for very long, I can't, it all seems
 so trivial, and I am torturing myself having to wait any longer for his torrid
 penis. Shame lessly, I stradle him, the feeling excites me beyond all known
 bounds, and I revel in the friction. His think skinned cock is causing me to
 shudder. He grabs my shoulders and pushes my down hard. Every part of me is
 filled with his burning fire rod.  He's rough and gen tle at the same time. At
 last, I am complete, a whole women, my longing is fulfilled. I am still
 wearing my bridle underwear, and I can tell the sight of my grinding and
 bouncing up and down while still incased in pure white silk, is making him
 feel like he is invading a puri tanical virgin. He reaches out and grabs my
 headdress, which is still lying by the side of the bed, and skillfully places
 it around my head, draping the long veil softly over my shoulders, allowing it
 to fall naturally and surround my breasts.

    My bra strap has seductively slipped off my shoulder and a pink little
 nipple is hanging out of the cup. I lean forward to keep on riding him, and he
 gently takes the bud like a nursing baby. I want him to take the complete tit,
 to feel the softness of its texture with his masterful mouth, so I forceit on
 him, pushing myself, hastily down until he eagerly accepts my plunge. He
 gropes around to find the tops of my stockings, and finally lets his hands
 rest snugly against my perspiring skin, rocking me back and forth with seesaw
 motions, gyrating, until I can't bear the vigorous sensations for another
 second, but I desperately need to join forces with Mark this time, to
 experience our cums uniting at exactly the same time. Now that I know what
 orgasms feel like, I want then all the time. I want to be one long, soaking
 wet love machine, dripping with insane lust every minute of the day and night.
 As soon as he comes near me I just want to come; then he won't have the time
 or energy to stray! I can tell he's about to inject his come into me, so I
 desper ately try to hang on, rocking gently now to hold back my orgasm. But he
 won't let me, and thrusts his expload ing cock further up into my oozing
 vagina. Everything starts to become hazy as I feel the thick sperm shoot up
 and fill all my inner parts. It triggers something deep inside and I begin to
 shudder and shake under the force of my aching innards, throbbing and
 quivering in a frenzied experi ence. We lay back, thoroughly exhausted, my
 underwear sopping wet, but my veil still intact. Lying there in ecstasy and
 exhaustion, a wave of unbelievable happiness flows over me.  Who could ever
 have thought it could be so fantastic. I think I'll remember this for the rest
 of my life. What a perfect moment. I shift my panties into a more comfortable
 position, as all thru our fucking session they have been pulled over the
 corner of my lips, and they are getting rather itchy, although it's a feeling
 I wouldn't change for the world. I remove my panties and put them to one side,
 thinking how nice and surprising it will be to reuse them on our anniversar-
 ies. I can honestly now say that I can never accept the fantasy over the real
 thing, and who gives a damn what anyone says! I mean you have to agree with
 me. don't you? After all I have had the experience. 

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