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After The Vows: Part 2
After The Vows: Part 2
The Consummation. A chaste couple’s epiphany of pleasures.
From the Awakening, By Estcher
Listen to thePodcast
at Steamy Stories.
Into the Depths
He smiled at me and then sat up and
knelt before my spread legs. His skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat,
just like me. I looked down at his hardness, pointing at my pussy. He held his
cock in the middle and pushed it toward my opening.
“I love you, Emma,” he whispered,
tearing his eyes from my vagina to look at me. “You are the most
beautiful woman in the world. Thank you for marrying me. Thank you for trusting
in me. I will never do anything to hurt you. I will protect you all my life.
Give you everything you desire. Just say the word and it’s yours.”
“I want your beautiful hard cock
inside me, Daniel. Make love to me, husband!”
We looked,
watching, feeling, sighing, as he pressed his large cock to my small pussy
opening. He pushed and his large head spread my lips apart, soaked his head in
my juices, and his head slipped a little further down, rubbing me in a
delightful way, before my vaginal opening trapped his cockhead in place.
We looked at each other and grinned and
looked back down. He pushed and his cock head entered me. The pressure was more
than I had imagined. His hardness bore into me, pushing past my lips and into
my tight tunnel. I gasped at the enormity of it. I watched his large head
disappear somehow inside me. I could feel him spreading me open. His cock. My
cock. The only cock that would ever be inside me.
He held himself there and panted. We
stared at one another in surprise.
“Daniel, it feels so good!
You’re huge, baby! Push inside! You won’t hurt me! Push it
inside!”
We watched as he pushed another inch
into me. I moaned at the pressure and pleasure. I felt something small tear and
realised what little remained of my hymen was gone forever and sighed
contentedly. The pain was nothing compared to the pressure. I squirmed a
little, adjusting myself, and Daniel pushed a little deeper.
Our eyes were riveted to the scene.
Watching our love join in the most amazing union possible. Only two inches were
inside me. He pulled back a little and we watched as his cock pulled the lips
of my pussy out with him. It looked obscene and glorious.
“Daniel, look at you! Filling me
and stretching me! Does it feel good?”
He grunted and pushed those two
marvelous inches back inside me. My wetness lubricated him, and I felt his
shaft sliding delightfully inside me. I was so stretched, my clit was touched
so very lightly and it sent a ripple of pure pleasure through me. There was no
way sex felt this pleasurable, I thought. My head fell back, and I moaned, the
sound escaping me of its own volition.
He pulled back and then slid the same
two inches back inside me. My head snapped up to watch. His glorious black cock
was inside me and I needed, and wanted, to feel him deeper.
“Deeper, baby! Deeper!”
He pushed an extra inch into me as I
watched. Three inches of his male cock was inside me. A fucking hard male cock.
My male cock. I felt something inside me stir. A crazy deep desire I had kept
pent up inside. Caged like some demented demon. The cage was opening. Daniel
was the key.
He pulled back and I groaned at the
pleasure. His cock rubbed me inside. Touched me in a place I didn’t know
existed or could give me such pleasure.
He pushed back in, and I gasped when
four inches filled me. My vaginal walls hugged him, squeezed him, claimed him.
I could feel his massive head encroaching my depths, claiming me. My pussy was
his and he was taking it. He pulled back and we watched his cock, slick with my
wetness, slide out until just his head remained inside me. I could see his
glans and wanted it back inside.
He pushed back inside but this time my
hips rose to meet him. I pushed hard against him and felt his cock drive deep
inside me. I don’t know how much it was, but he was stopped hard by my
cervix. His cock rammed up against it.
My cage door was flung open. All my
desires flew free like from Pandora’s box. I could be as carnal as I
wanted with my husband. I could give in to all my secret desires. This was my
husband, my lover, my man, my cock. I looked down and saw two inches remained
outside my vagina. I wanted it all inside me and knew he simply wouldn’t
all fit.
Daniel grunted hard and pulled back his
cock. We watched. My labia clung to him, stretching out and wrapped around him.
His cock gleamed with white wetness. My white wetness. It looked delicious to
me. I needed to taste my pussy on his cock. I smiled. I would. Later.
He drove his cock back into me and we
both moaned loudly. He pulled back and pushed back inside. My legs lifted and
wrapped around his lower back. He moved up and over me and thrust. And thrust.
My world reduced to the sensation of being so fully penetrated. Stretched and
probed. His so very hard cock driving relentlessly into my depths, filling me,
pleasuring me in ways I didn’t know were possible. His cock head was the
best part. It was large and drove inside me, spreading me for his long shaft. I
clenched my pussy instinctually and felt the pleasure heightened beyond what I
thought my brain could handle.
The cage inside my mind exploded. I
thrust my hips up to meet his and felt his cock pound my pussy without end. It was
a blur of penetration and withdrawal. Over and over. Each little motion sending
ripples of such pure joy I could only thank God for this gift.
I awoke.
Not literally.
Something inside me awoke. A hunger. A
need. I was free to be whomever I wanted or needed to be for my husband. Words,
foreign to me, stirred in my mind. I had to voice them. They needed to escape.
A vibrating intense pleasure was rising inside me. I could feel and see the
same thing happening to Daniel.
Words poured from my mouth. Vulgar words
that only gave us both more pleasure.
“FUCK ME, DANIEL! FUCK MY CUNT!
FUCK ME!”
The words left my mouth and seemed to
echo in the suite. Daniel kissed me then. He pressed his entire weight down on
me and pressed me into the mattress and duvet. He thrust harder. His rhythm was
off but that did something to increase my pleasure. I felt his cock grow
thicker. His thrusts shortened and then, recognising my husband was about to
cum inside me for the very first time, I came.
We came together. His cock erupted
inside me. The feeling was indescribable. He made me a complete woman in that
moment. The pleasure I had been feeling expanded and flew out of me. I came. My
first true orgasm. God’s gift to me for showing him the pleasure a
husband and wife can experience together.
And more words flowed from me. Vile
nasty words that I felt only brought me closer to the God who allowed all this
to be. With my husband there were no lines in the sand. We could cross as many
as we wanted. We were with God, and he blessed our union.
Later, my mother would confess she had
had the same epiphany as me on her wedding night. She had cemented her husband
to her. He would only have eyes for her after that.
My husband’s cock lurched and
spasmed deep inside. His hot fluids splashed inside me and added to the
pleasure. Each jerk of his cock sent my pleasure rocketing higher. My nails dug
into his ass cheeks and pulled him harder against me. The last two inches
somehow disappeared inside me and did something to me that took my orgasm to
the next level.
“I fucking love you, you fucking
black beast! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck your fucking wife! Fill me! Oh my God! The
pleasure! Daniel! DANIEL! I LOVE YOU! Keep fucking me! Don’t you fucking
stop! Fuck me with that beautiful hard cock! Give me babies! Oh my God!”
We crashed from that high. Daniel lay
limp on top of me. His gorgeous body pressed against me and kept me in place. I
wanted to be held down and filled. His shoulders shook and I scrambled for his
head and held it. Like me, tears leaked from his eyes.
“I love you, Emma. I love you so
much!”
I kissed his tears and face. I found his
mouth and sucked his tongue into mine. He moaned and his cock, still hard
inside me, lurched.
Fun Cleanup
I looked into his eyes. “I need to
clean you up.”
“What?”
“I need to clean your cock.”
“Why? It’s not dirty, Emma.
It’s just a little sticky.”
“Yes, exactly. I need to clean all
that off you.”
“Um, okay? We only just started.
I’ll go get a washcloth if that’s what you need right now.”
I growled and pushed him over and
followed him somehow keeping his cock inside me. “No baby. With my
mouth.”
His eyes widened. “You
mean…”
I slid down him, groaning with him as
his cock slipped out of me. His cock slipped along my stomach, leaving a trail
of our combined juices. I could smell us now. A rich musky flavor coupled with
something sharp. A smell I knew was his ejaculate and my pussy wetness.
I slid down his body and leaned back. I
admired his long, hard cock, gleaming black, covered with our cum.
“Daniel, you have a beautiful
cock, baby.”
“Thanks, love. But look at you!
You are every man’s wet dream. My Italian Goddess. Your olive skin, your
gorgeous black hair, your eyes! You are the most beautiful woman in the world,
Emma.”
“And I’m your wife. And you
are my husband.”
I took his cock in my hand and felt just
how slick it was with my wetness.
“Always,” he said and moaned
as my thumb stroked just under the head of his cock. I squeezed gently and
watched a bead of cum appear.
“My mother told me what I needed
to do with my husband. I understood her words. But now? Daniel, I understand
her words. She never said just how much I would enjoy this. Daniel?”
“Yes, love?”
“In the bedroom? You and me? I am
your woman to do anything you want with. Anytime. Anywhere. Anything.”
“Emma?”
“Shush. We are one now.
There’s no shame. No sin. Just our pleasure. Let me pleasure you. And you
will pleasure me. Okay?”
“Okay, Emma. This is wild. Crazy,
even!”
“This is where love leads, Daniel.
I’m only just realizing it. I love you, so much.”
Daniel went to respond but I took half
his cock into my mouth. My tongue swirled around his cock and lapped up our
juices. I was prepared to hate it. Expected to hate it. Instead, it tasted
divine to me. It was our love on my tongue. Daniel moaned and thrust into my
mouth.
I suctioned my mouth and popped it off
him. “Daniel! We taste amazing!”
He stared at me. My lips and mouth
covered in our mess from our love making. “Kiss me,” he whispered.
My eyes went round, and, in a flash, I
had my lips on his. He moaned and sucked and licked at my mouth. We shared our
love and tears escaped me in the beauty of it. He was just like me.
Throughout our marriage, we did that.
The taste always reminds us of our love. It’s as simple as that. Some
might grimace and shake their heads. But not Daniel and me. It tasted of the
divine. It was our love made real and substantial. Our
‘eucharist’(gratefulness).
Her New Toy
I went back to his cock and loved it
with my mouth. I cleaned every part of his cock and he stayed hard the whole
time. I spread his legs when I was almost done and then pushed his knees up a
little.
“What are you…” he
groaned when my flat tongue licked his scrotum.
He had a clean-shaven scrotum. He had
done that for me. Later I would find I liked it hairy for some reason. I loved
all the hair on his body. He just seemed more manly to me that way. I lapped
gently at his scrotum and coated the whole thing in my spit. I loved how his
testicles felt under my tongue, and how they rolled and moved. Daniel was in
heaven. I could hear him.
I stroked his cock gently as I did it.
He had a good ten inches of length on him, so I kept my hand at the top and
felt his cock head, slick with spit, thrusting through my loving hand. My
tongue lapped at his balls and then I dipped lower a
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The Consummation. A chaste couple’s epiphany of pleasures.
From the Awakening, By Estcher
Listen to thePodcast
at Steamy Stories.
Into the Depths
He smiled at me and then sat up and
knelt before my spread legs. His skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat,
just like me. I looked down at his hardness, pointing at my pussy. He held his
cock in the middle and pushed it toward my opening.
“I love you, Emma,” he whispered,
tearing his eyes from my vagina to look at me. “You are the most
beautiful woman in the world. Thank you for marrying me. Thank you for trusting
in me. I will never do anything to hurt you. I will protect you all my life.
Give you everything you desire. Just say the word and it’s yours.”
“I want your beautiful hard cock
inside me, Daniel. Make love to me, husband!”
We looked,
watching, feeling, sighing, as he pressed his large cock to my small pussy
opening. He pushed and his large head spread my lips apart, soaked his head in
my juices, and his head slipped a little further down, rubbing me in a
delightful way, before my vaginal opening trapped his cockhead in place.
We looked at each other and grinned and
looked back down. He pushed and his cock head entered me. The pressure was more
than I had imagined. His hardness bore into me, pushing past my lips and into
my tight tunnel. I gasped at the enormity of it. I watched his large head
disappear somehow inside me. I could feel him spreading me open. His cock. My
cock. The only cock that would ever be inside me.
He held himself there and panted. We
stared at one another in surprise.
“Daniel, it feels so good!
You’re huge, baby! Push inside! You won’t hurt me! Push it
inside!”
We watched as he pushed another inch
into me. I moaned at the pressure and pleasure. I felt something small tear and
realised what little remained of my hymen was gone forever and sighed
contentedly. The pain was nothing compared to the pressure. I squirmed a
little, adjusting myself, and Daniel pushed a little deeper.
Our eyes were riveted to the scene.
Watching our love join in the most amazing union possible. Only two inches were
inside me. He pulled back a little and we watched as his cock pulled the lips
of my pussy out with him. It looked obscene and glorious.
“Daniel, look at you! Filling me
and stretching me! Does it feel good?”
He grunted and pushed those two
marvelous inches back inside me. My wetness lubricated him, and I felt his
shaft sliding delightfully inside me. I was so stretched, my clit was touched
so very lightly and it sent a ripple of pure pleasure through me. There was no
way sex felt this pleasurable, I thought. My head fell back, and I moaned, the
sound escaping me of its own volition.
He pulled back and then slid the same
two inches back inside me. My head snapped up to watch. His glorious black cock
was inside me and I needed, and wanted, to feel him deeper.
“Deeper, baby! Deeper!”
He pushed an extra inch into me as I
watched. Three inches of his male cock was inside me. A fucking hard male cock.
My male cock. I felt something inside me stir. A crazy deep desire I had kept
pent up inside. Caged like some demented demon. The cage was opening. Daniel
was the key.
He pulled back and I groaned at the
pleasure. His cock rubbed me inside. Touched me in a place I didn’t know
existed or could give me such pleasure.
He pushed back in, and I gasped when
four inches filled me. My vaginal walls hugged him, squeezed him, claimed him.
I could feel his massive head encroaching my depths, claiming me. My pussy was
his and he was taking it. He pulled back and we watched his cock, slick with my
wetness, slide out until just his head remained inside me. I could see his
glans and wanted it back inside.
He pushed back inside but this time my
hips rose to meet him. I pushed hard against him and felt his cock drive deep
inside me. I don’t know how much it was, but he was stopped hard by my
cervix. His cock rammed up against it.
My cage door was flung open. All my
desires flew free like from Pandora’s box. I could be as carnal as I
wanted with my husband. I could give in to all my secret desires. This was my
husband, my lover, my man, my cock. I looked down and saw two inches remained
outside my vagina. I wanted it all inside me and knew he simply wouldn’t
all fit.
Daniel grunted hard and pulled back his
cock. We watched. My labia clung to him, stretching out and wrapped around him.
His cock gleamed with white wetness. My white wetness. It looked delicious to
me. I needed to taste my pussy on his cock. I smiled. I would. Later.
He drove his cock back into me and we
both moaned loudly. He pulled back and pushed back inside. My legs lifted and
wrapped around his lower back. He moved up and over me and thrust. And thrust.
My world reduced to the sensation of being so fully penetrated. Stretched and
probed. His so very hard cock driving relentlessly into my depths, filling me,
pleasuring me in ways I didn’t know were possible. His cock head was the
best part. It was large and drove inside me, spreading me for his long shaft. I
clenched my pussy instinctually and felt the pleasure heightened beyond what I
thought my brain could handle.
The cage inside my mind exploded. I
thrust my hips up to meet his and felt his cock pound my pussy without end. It was
a blur of penetration and withdrawal. Over and over. Each little motion sending
ripples of such pure joy I could only thank God for this gift.
I awoke.
Not literally.
Something inside me awoke. A hunger. A
need. I was free to be whomever I wanted or needed to be for my husband. Words,
foreign to me, stirred in my mind. I had to voice them. They needed to escape.
A vibrating intense pleasure was rising inside me. I could feel and see the
same thing happening to Daniel.
Words poured from my mouth. Vulgar words
that only gave us both more pleasure.
“FUCK ME, DANIEL! FUCK MY CUNT!
FUCK ME!”
The words left my mouth and seemed to
echo in the suite. Daniel kissed me then. He pressed his entire weight down on
me and pressed me into the mattress and duvet. He thrust harder. His rhythm was
off but that did something to increase my pleasure. I felt his cock grow
thicker. His thrusts shortened and then, recognising my husband was about to
cum inside me for the very first time, I came.
We came together. His cock erupted
inside me. The feeling was indescribable. He made me a complete woman in that
moment. The pleasure I had been feeling expanded and flew out of me. I came. My
first true orgasm. God’s gift to me for showing him the pleasure a
husband and wife can experience together.
And more words flowed from me. Vile
nasty words that I felt only brought me closer to the God who allowed all this
to be. With my husband there were no lines in the sand. We could cross as many
as we wanted. We were with God, and he blessed our union.
Later, my mother would confess she had
had the same epiphany as me on her wedding night. She had cemented her husband
to her. He would only have eyes for her after that.
My husband’s cock lurched and
spasmed deep inside. His hot fluids splashed inside me and added to the
pleasure. Each jerk of his cock sent my pleasure rocketing higher. My nails dug
into his ass cheeks and pulled him harder against me. The last two inches
somehow disappeared inside me and did something to me that took my orgasm to
the next level.
“I fucking love you, you fucking
black beast! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck your fucking wife! Fill me! Oh my God! The
pleasure! Daniel! DANIEL! I LOVE YOU! Keep fucking me! Don’t you fucking
stop! Fuck me with that beautiful hard cock! Give me babies! Oh my God!”
We crashed from that high. Daniel lay
limp on top of me. His gorgeous body pressed against me and kept me in place. I
wanted to be held down and filled. His shoulders shook and I scrambled for his
head and held it. Like me, tears leaked from his eyes.
“I love you, Emma. I love you so
much!”
I kissed his tears and face. I found his
mouth and sucked his tongue into mine. He moaned and his cock, still hard
inside me, lurched.
Fun Cleanup
I looked into his eyes. “I need to
clean you up.”
“What?”
“I need to clean your cock.”
“Why? It’s not dirty, Emma.
It’s just a little sticky.”
“Yes, exactly. I need to clean all
that off you.”
“Um, okay? We only just started.
I’ll go get a washcloth if that’s what you need right now.”
I growled and pushed him over and
followed him somehow keeping his cock inside me. “No baby. With my
mouth.”
His eyes widened. “You
mean…”
I slid down him, groaning with him as
his cock slipped out of me. His cock slipped along my stomach, leaving a trail
of our combined juices. I could smell us now. A rich musky flavor coupled with
something sharp. A smell I knew was his ejaculate and my pussy wetness.
I slid down his body and leaned back. I
admired his long, hard cock, gleaming black, covered with our cum.
“Daniel, you have a beautiful
cock, baby.”
“Thanks, love. But look at you!
You are every man’s wet dream. My Italian Goddess. Your olive skin, your
gorgeous black hair, your eyes! You are the most beautiful woman in the world,
Emma.”
“And I’m your wife. And you
are my husband.”
I took his cock in my hand and felt just
how slick it was with my wetness.
“Always,” he said and moaned
as my thumb stroked just under the head of his cock. I squeezed gently and
watched a bead of cum appear.
“My mother told me what I needed
to do with my husband. I understood her words. But now? Daniel, I understand
her words. She never said just how much I would enjoy this. Daniel?”
“Yes, love?”
“In the bedroom? You and me? I am
your woman to do anything you want with. Anytime. Anywhere. Anything.”
“Emma?”
“Shush. We are one now.
There’s no shame. No sin. Just our pleasure. Let me pleasure you. And you
will pleasure me. Okay?”
“Okay, Emma. This is wild. Crazy,
even!”
“This is where love leads, Daniel.
I’m only just realizing it. I love you, so much.”
Daniel went to respond but I took half
his cock into my mouth. My tongue swirled around his cock and lapped up our
juices. I was prepared to hate it. Expected to hate it. Instead, it tasted
divine to me. It was our love on my tongue. Daniel moaned and thrust into my
mouth.
I suctioned my mouth and popped it off
him. “Daniel! We taste amazing!”
He stared at me. My lips and mouth
covered in our mess from our love making. “Kiss me,” he whispered.
My eyes went round, and, in a flash, I
had my lips on his. He moaned and sucked and licked at my mouth. We shared our
love and tears escaped me in the beauty of it. He was just like me.
Throughout our marriage, we did that.
The taste always reminds us of our love. It’s as simple as that. Some
might grimace and shake their heads. But not Daniel and me. It tasted of the
divine. It was our love made real and substantial. Our
‘eucharist’(gratefulness).
Her New Toy
I went back to his cock and loved it
with my mouth. I cleaned every part of his cock and he stayed hard the whole
time. I spread his legs when I was almost done and then pushed his knees up a
little.
“What are you…” he
groaned when my flat tongue licked his scrotum.
He had a clean-shaven scrotum. He had
done that for me. Later I would find I liked it hairy for some reason. I loved
all the hair on his body. He just seemed more manly to me that way. I lapped
gently at his scrotum and coated the whole thing in my spit. I loved how his
testicles felt under my tongue, and how they rolled and moved. Daniel was in
heaven. I could hear him.
I stroked his cock gently as I did it.
He had a good ten inches of length on him, so I kept my hand at the top and
felt his cock head, slick with spit, thrusting through my loving hand. My
tongue lapped at his balls and then I dipped lower a