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By zachattack163 for Literotica

Alexis walks the short distance from student parking, to the Health Sciences building. It’s late in June and the campus is almost a ghost town. She‘s glad of that, because she doesn’t want anyone to know she’s having to make up a course in order to enroll in fall classes and begin her sophomore year. Why had her fundamentalist mother’s repressed sexuality become her damn disability! At least now that she’s living with her aunt & uncle, in this college town; she can start learning, and unlearning.

But remedial human sexuality? Why the heck is that class so hard to comprehend? Maybe if she was a slut, then she’d at least have some familiarity and practice? The virgin college student wants her secret kept that way.

She walks into the designated room. It’s a lecture bowl with seating for 200, but less than a dozen are in the room. She sees them scattered down near the front.

“Good afternoon students.” The male & female professors greeted the freshmen. The small assortment of students sat in the lecture bowl, mostly fidgeting and looking at the floor. The male professor pressed a button near the chalk board, which remotely locked the doors. Then he began handing out the syllabus as the female professor wrote some names on the board.
“My name is Doctor Phoebe Garza, PhD. Our other instructor is Doctor Antonio Garza, my husband of 7 years.”

“Let’s be honest about why you’re here. For whatever reasons, you didn’t attain the required human sexuality credit during your first two semesters. In order to enroll for fall classes, you’ll need to pass this one.”
The pit of the lecture bowl room was reset without the customary classroom tables, lectern, and common furnishings. Instead, the instructional aids included; a chaise lounge, a Leather sofa, rectangular ottoman, and a sturdy oak table and several chairs aligning the wall, below the chalkboard. The middle of the pit also had what looks like a 12 by 12 foot gymnasium tumbling mat.

On the front row of the student seating, on the pit floor, the usual desks were replaced by four upholstered sofas in a semi-circle, with large plush bath blankets covering the seat cushions.

“To help you, we reviewed your academic records and with the help of guidance counselors, we determined that kinetic learning might be a more effective mode for you.” That is why you were given this opportunity to fulfill your requisite credit with this alternative class. If you don’t get your Human Sexuality credit through this class, you can retake the standard one oh one course early next month.

In the same way we employ lab sessions for many of our science classes, we’re going to add that component to this particular experimental course offering. Many of you probably had learning experiences where the textbook words came to life, only after you put the theories to practice in a science lab.

So, the two of us studied some clinical papers from an Amsterdam university, and we collaborated to develop this teaching concept. But instead of using lab animals to study behavioral concepts, All of us will become the lab specimens for this attempt to bring all of you academically, back up to the rest of the upcoming sophomore class.”

Mrs. Garza continued; ”It’s not often that I get to teach with my husband. He is a research scientist. He rarely teaches a college class to undergrads. But this class is also part of an ongoing research, so we’re all going to learn a lot, this summer session.

"Now class today we are going to begin our Human Sexuality introduction," said Mrs. Garza, the very attractive human sexuality professor.

Mr. Garza now addressed the 12 students for the first time, still having a slight accent of his Barcelona upbringing. "Now, before you joined this class, you were required to sign a form, that doesn't allow you to tell anyone what happens, in this class. So, has everyone brought in their signed forms and documents to class, today?" asked Mr. Garza.

All the students nodded their heads to show that they had their forms. "Well that's good" said Mrs. Garza, "Now, the reason we asked you to get those forms and documents signed; is because this is to prove that you have passed your eighteenth birthday and because this is going to be a very different kind of human sexuality class, from the kinds of classes you have been in before." The females all had signed notes from their physicians, affirming they are all on birth control pills for at least 6 weeks.

Session One

"Now we want you all to be very comfortable in the lab. Usually, labs require special protective gear. But for our labs, the opposite is true. And we want you all to become comfortable with your sexuality and we feel that the best way for all of you to do this is with full participation in the class," said Mr. Garza.

"In order for everyone to fully participate we are going to require everyone in the class to remain naked at all times while you are in this classroom," Mrs. Garza told the students.

The class all began to talk at once protesting the fact that they were going to have to be naked in class. "Now calm down class I know all of you may be uncomfortable with being naked in front of your fellow classmates, but believe me this will help you become more comfortable with your sexuality," said Mr. Garza "and to make all of you feel more comfortable Mrs. Garza and I will also be staying naked for the duration of the class also." With that both Mr. and Mrs. Garza began taking off all of their clothes. Once they had finished undressing they stood before the class completely naked and needless to say every eye in the classroom was focused on the two naked teachers in front of them, or at least on certain parts of them. Every male student's eyes were focused on Mrs. Garza' large 36double D breasts, while all of the female students were focused on Mr. Garza's large penis hanging between his legs which was about seven inches long even in its flaccid state. Both of the professors had trimmed their bushes, but were not completely bald.

"Now as you can see we are perfectly comfortable with our nudity, and we want you to be as comfortable with your nudity as we are with ours," Mrs. Garza told the students. “When you’ve removed all clothing, leave it there and come sit down on the sofas, so we can begin the lab.”

"Now get those clothes off. Come on let’s get a move on," Mr. Garza ordered the students. This was quickly followed by all of the students beginning to remove all of their clothing. Some of the students struggled with taking off their clothes because they continued to pay attention to their naked teachers at the front of the classroom. Eventually all of the students were naked in the classroom, most of the students were shyly covering their genitals.

"All right; now that all of you are naked we are going to go over the first thing that happens to begin the sexual cycle; arousal," said Mr. Garza.

"Who can tell me what the signs of arousal are in a man?" Mrs. Garza asked the class. Devon, a slightly nerdy looking student raised his hand and started to reveal what looked like an impressive erection he was trying to hide under his hand.

"Yes Devon?" Mrs. Garza said.

"Well the most obvious signs of arousal in a man is, that his penis will become hard and erect, which is known as an erection," said Devon "another sign of arousal in a man is that his testicles will swell as they prepare to release semen."

"Yes, that is correct, Devon," said Mrs. Garza. "Now, there are many different ways to get a man aroused and cause him to have an erection. The first and most obvious way, which I'm sure many of you young men are experiencing, is seeing a naked woman. I'm sure that since I took off my clothes many of you began to have an erection, which was only increased when your fellow female classmates also took off their clothes; so you should not be ashamed about having an erection right now."

"As you can see I am also beginning to produce an erection from seeing my wife and all these lovely young ladies naked," said Mr. Garza, which prompted many of the female students to look at his hardening penis, which was now pointed almost straight out and had increased in both length and thickness.

"We will discuss other ways you can cause arousal, but for now could someone tell me about what arousal looks like for a woman," Mr. Garza asked. Michelle, a brunette girl of average height raised her right hand, while she continued to use her left hand to try and cover her full C-cup breasts.

"Yes Michelle," said Mr. Garza.

"Well when a women gets aroused, her nipples get hard and erect, and sometimes her breasts swell so that they appear fuller and her vagina begins to get wet," Michelle said nervously.

"That is correct, Michelle," said Mrs. Garza "I'm sure many of you young ladies are beginning to feel several of these sensations. Now, women also get aroused by seeing a naked man, particularly if he is sporting an erection, but it usually takes slightly more to get a woman aroused. Women need more intimate sensations to become fully aroused, such as kissing and caressing from their partner."

"We are now going to begin the rest of our discussion about how men and women become more aroused," said Mr. Garza. "I notice many of you are subconsciously fidgeting. Part of our discussion about arousal will involve talking about masturbation, so if any of you feel the need, we would encourage you to masturbate during this discussion. If that makes any of you feel uncomfortable, change your attitude. It’s important that none of you do or say anything which hampers another student’s learning experience."

"Now the completion of arousal and the sexual cycle is when you experience an orgasm," said Mrs. Garza. "For men, this results in the ejaculation of semen from the penis. I'm sure most of you young men have experienced this sensation, through masturbation, but it is even better if you have a partner bring you to orgasm. I am now going to demonstrate this to all of you, while using my husband as an example."

Then Mrs. Garza approached her husband, and began to make out with him. After she had kissed him for a while she reached down and grabbed his penis with one hand, which was now fully erect. As she stopped kissing her husband for a moment she turned back to the class and said, "Now, I am going to stroke my husband's penis, which is commonly known as a hand job. Now girls, you want to make sure the man is feeling pleasure from this and it is not too dry and causing painful friction." Mrs. Garza continued to stroke her husband's penis while the students, especially the female students, stared intently at her pleasuring her husband. A young girl named Erika, began shaking a bit from an orgasm as she had one hand between her legs and the other hand pleasuring one of her nipples on her large D-cup breasts. Mr. Garza began to moan louder as his wife stroked his penis.

"Now students, you will notice that Mr. Garza is moaning louder this means that he is probably close to having an orgasm. Ladies, another thing you should notice is that a man's testicles will keep drawing closer to his body. This is another indication that the man is about to cum. Now Mr. Garza should cum soon so I especially want you ladies to pay attention so you know what happens when a man ejaculates." Mr. Garza began breathing and moaning very loudly and suddenly began ejaculating, having a very good orgasm. Mrs. Garza continued stroking her husband's penis until his orgasm was completed. As Mr. Garza sat down to relax, Mrs. Garza again addressed the class.

"Now you have seen what happens when a man has an orgasm. Ladies, one thing for you to know is that if you are giving a man a hand job you want to make sure you continue stroking his penis until his orgasm is complete. You don't want to stop right as he starts ejaculating, because that will cause his orgasm to stop sooner, and you want to make sure you give him as good of an orgasm as you can. Any questions class?"

Alexis a shy, short girl with nice B-cup breasts and long nipples raised her hand. "Yes Alexis?" Mrs. Garza asked.

"What was that white stuff coming out of his penis?" Alexis obviously had next to zero information on human sexuality. She just couldn’t comprehend the male anatomy from the textbooks, last fall. So what happened to Mr. Garza totally confounded her.

"That is a very good question, Alexis. That is called semen. When a man is having sex with you and he ejaculates inside your vagina his semen carries sperm to your eggs, and may cause you to become pregnant. For those of you ladies who have never experienced having a man ejaculate inside you it is an amazing feeling and you will all experience it in this course."

Now Alexis was starting to understand the textbooks! Her fundamentalist private school didn’t teach sex ed, and her mother told her that sex is nasty. Perhaps that’s why her father left the marriage when Alexis was just 2, and she never knew him?

Mrs. Garza looked back at her husband. "Honey, are you ready to continue with the lesson?" Mrs. Garza asked her husband.

"Yes, I am ready to continue now," Mr. Garza replied.

"Now we are going to show what happens when a woman has an orgasm." Mrs. Garza climbed on top of the table and her husband came over behind the table, facing the students, and carressed her legs.

"Now boys before you begin directly pleasuring a women's vagina. You can start by kissing a woman's neck and once you do that for a while. You can move down to her breasts. Now each woman is different so make sure that you pay attention to her signals to see whether she is enjoying what you are doing. I know that my wife's breasts are very sensitive and she loves it when I pay attention to her breasts. What I like to do is kiss around the edge of my wife's breasts and slowly make my way to her nipples. This usually drives her crazy."

"Oh babe stop just talking about it and get over here and kiss me," his wife said in anticipation. Mr. Garza then leaned over and began kissing his wife while reaching one hand down to fondle her very large breast. He continued to kiss his and eventually broke apart from her lips to start kissing her neck. He continued kissing his way down her body making his way toward her breasts. He started kissing one breast while groping the other and Mrs. Garza started moaning louder. He then began paying more attention to her nipples, which only increased her arousal. The students started becoming even more excited as they watched their teacher pleasure his wife. The arousal became too much for a couple of the boys and they began ejaculating into their hands. Mr. Garza turned back around to address the class.

"Now class I am about to show you what is commonly known as fingering a woman. I'm sure several of you young women know what this is like and so I especially want the young men to pay attention so they know what they are doing with a woman. Now the first thing you want to do is make sure the woman has a very wet vagina. You do this by rubbing your finger along the lips of a woman's vagina." He then demonstrated this on his wife, which brought about a very happy moan from her.

"Now once you have determined that the woman is properly aroused you can insert your finger inside of her. Now you usually want to start with only one finger but you can add more fingers depending on what the woman wants." He then inserted his fingers inside his wife and began pleasuring her.

"Now in order to make sure a woman reaches orgasm you want to keep paying attention to what she likes. The best way to know if a woman has reached her orgasm is that you will feel her vaginal muscles gripping your finger or if you are having sex you will feel them gripping your penis. This is an amazing thing to feel especially if it happens while you are ejaculating."

Mrs. Garza then began experiencing an orgasm and her legs shook with pleasure. This final sexual display was too much for the rest of the students as most of them began having orgasms of their own, including Erika arriving at her second orgasm of the class time.

Class Dismissed

As his wife began coming down from her orgasm Mr. Garza addressed the class one last time.

"Now I want y'all to think about what you learned today and if you are comfortable enough you can put some of what you learned into practice. However, our class time is up, so you can all get dressed and we’ll call it a day.”

As the students began dressing, Mr. Garza added one last instruction; “Remember that if you’re found to have disclosed any information to anyone outside this classroom, You’ll be removed from the group and given an F for the course. This class is a success only if you feel safe and respected by everyone. We intend to honor that trust. Is everyone okay with that?”

After all the students had dressed, Mrs. Garza pressed the button to unlock the classroom doors. After the 12 students left the classroom, Antonio walked over to his gorgeous wife who was still naked, sitting with her bare ass on the end of the wooden table. "Well that was an interesting lesson. I think I'm really going to enjoy this class," he told his wife as he pushed a lock of her hair behind her ears and began to kiss her. She spread her legs for him.

"Yeah I bet you loved having all those beautiful, young, naked girls staring at your big cock while they pleasured themselves as I stroked you, especially that one girl with the big tits that had an orgasm while I was stroking you," his wife responded as he began to kiss down her neck. She also reached down to find that his penis was getting hard again.

"Yes, it was fantastic to see those young women naked and I'm sure you enjoyed seeing all those young men stroking their cocks as they stared at your big breasts." To emphasize his point he then leaned in and started kissing and fondling his wife's large breasts. She continued to pull on his hard cock as she responded.

"Yes several of them did have very nice cocks. That nerdy kid, Devon, looked like he was packing some serious meat, and did you see the big head on that one kid's cock? You know how much I love a big cock head," as she rubbed her thumb over her husband's large cock head.

"Well then I guess it's a good thing I can provide that for you. Are you ready for it?" Antonio asked Phoebe, as he rubbed his finger across her slit, feeling how moist she was for him.

"God yes! Fuck me now, please!" He reached down and grabbed his very hard cock and pushed it into his wife.

"Oh yes; your pussy feels so good, baby; I love how it grabs my cock."

"That's because your cock is so big. I love how deep it goes inside me," she moaned in response as he continued to thrust into her.

"I can feel your cock pulsating inside of me. Are you still thinking about those sexy, beautiful, young girls, babe?"

"I might be," he responded with a twinkle in his eye and grin on his face, "like you're not thinking about those young men and their hard young cocks?"

"Okay, you're right. Watching them stroke their young cocks earlier, turned me on so much. I'm still so turned on that I think I'm going to come very soon."

"Good baby, because I'm about to shoot another huge load into your pussy," he moaned into her ear as he continued thrusting into her while groping her huge breasts.

"Oh god, yes! Make me feel that big dick spurting deep inside me. Oh god, I'm cumming!" Phoebe squealed as she wrapped her arms and legs around her Antonio, as she pushed him deeper inside of her as she had another very powerful orgasm. He also began to moan louder, as he emptied his balls deep inside his wife. They both began to calm down from their mutual orgasms. Antonio looked deep into his wife's eyes, and brushed her hair as his dick began to soften inside of her.

"Yes this is definitely going to be a great summer," he said to her.

She looked back up at him and simply said, "Oh yeah."

Session Two

Bethany was the last to arrive, but she was still on time. She took more time to wax her mound, and she had to do it a second time, because her dyslexia led to misunderstanding the package instructions.

She hopes none of her teammates and dorm sisters find out she’s in this course. She’s rather active, sexually, but doesn’t do well learning from textbooks. She relies on her study groups in these ‘book-learning’ classes. She knows human sexuality very well, but does very poorly on written tests.

All the students gradually proceeded to enter the classroom. When all were present, Professor Phoebe Garza pressed the remote door lock, and the students were instructed to remove their garments, and find a seat on one of the four upholstered sofas facing the front. The professors also stripped and left their items behind the leather sofa, in the front corner of the floor. The two professors were standing at the front of the classroom, completely naked. The students all undressed and left all personal items in the student desks, then came down to sit in the sofas, until all their classmates were seated on a sofa, ready to begin.

Mr. Garza commented to his fellow professor, that no one dropped the class, and they all showed positive signs of eagerness to get the most out of the class.

Several students had much less pubic hair today. The gals all had paid more attention to grooming, cosmetics, and hair accessories. Some wore earrings or short necklaces. The guys were all clean, shaven, and smelled great. The gals smelled fresh and flowery. No one came late, and two of the students were waiting at the door even before the professors had the classroom unlocked. The professors noted the good hygiene and were glad they didn’t need to address the topic, openly.

The class participants are as follows.

Professors:

· Phoebe Garza – sports a 36 Double D bust with a buxom figure. A thirty-eight year old with a PhD.

· Antonio Garza – packs a 7 inch flaccid cock which surpasses 9 inches when rigid. He’s a Spanish man with a doctorate. He’s 39 with a hard body from playing Rugby with the faculty team.

The female students:

· Bethany – fills out a 34 F bra. She’s tall with long brown hair. Captain of the cycling team.

· Michelle – has a nice 34 C chest. She went to an all-girls high school. A brunette virgin

· Erika – fills out her 36D bra, with a buxom ass to match.

· Alexis – is a petite 32B with a shy disposition. Her big beautiful brown eyes are captivating.

· Rebecca – has a unique 34B bust. Her nipples are long, on her pert tits. She’s short, with a big ass

· Elizabeth - defies nature with her 34D breasts, on a short, busty, skinny frame, with long brown hair

The male students:

· William – is a gentle and outgoing student with a slender 7 and a half inch rod.

· Bruce – is a wrestler with an upwardly-curved 8 inch shaft.

· Malcolm – is an Irish student with a very thick 7 inch tallywhacker.

· Jackson – is a quiet fella with a 9 inch uncircumcised cock.

· Devon – is a bashful nerd who has never dated. He revealed his 10 inch beast on the first day.

· Thomas – is short, & sports a very thick 6 inch ‘woody’, which only fits in special condoms.

Mrs. Garza addressed the class, "Now class, for today our lesson will focus on oral sex. Now who can tell me what it means to have oral sex?"

Bethany, a taller girl with light brown hair, and very large breasts raised her hand, leaving her spectacular 32F breasts exposed for all the boys in the classroom to see. "Well, oral sex is when you use your mouth to pleasure your partner," she said as she started to touch her pussy a bit.

"That's correct, Bethany. Now oral sex is commonly known by different names. For instance when a woman is giving a man oral sex it is commonly known as a blowjob or fellatio," said Mr. Garza ,whose cock was already starting to get hard from seeing his attractive young students naked and the talk of oral sex.

"Also when a man gives oral sex to a woman it is commonly referred to as eating pussy or cunnilingus," Mrs. Garza told the class.

"Now, we are going to demonstrate on each other, just like in the last class," Mr. Garza told the class. "However, this time we would request that you do not masturbate to orgasm during the demonstration as there will be a special activity after the demonstrations this class period. You can still gently masturbate but we would request that you do not bring yourself to an orgasm." He then laid down across the tumbling mat in the middle of the floor, so the students could see what was about to be demonstrated.

Mrs. Garza continued the instruction; "Now once again I will start by demonstrating a blowjob on my husband," she said to the class as she walked toward her husband. When she reached her husband she got on her knees, to start stroking his cock, which was already very erect.

She addressed the class again, "Now since I will be using my mouth to pleasure my husband I will describe to you what I will be doing to my husband before I start with the blowjob." She got down on her knees facing the students with Mr. Garza laid out in front of her; to better show the class what she was going to do to her husband's penis.

"First, what I like to start with is simply licking up the shaft of the penis, you can also alternate with swirling your tongue around the man's shaft. Also one thing you young women should note is that generally the most sensitive part of a man's penis is the head so you want to make sure you are paying a lot of attention to the cock head when you are giving a blowjob.“

Mrs. Garza was stroking her man, as she continued; ”Now, what I do after I lick the man's shaft is; I will put only the cock head in my mouth and swirl my tongue around the head. This drives most men wild. Once you have done that for a bit you can start bobbing your head on the man's penis. You can also use your hand to stroke the cock while you suck on it and bob your head. Now one of the big things I'm sure you have heard of with giving a blowjob is deep throat. This can be difficult at first and takes practice and also depends on the size of the man's penis. You can try to deep throat a man but it will probably take a few tries for you to accomplish it.” Every young man on the sofas was stroking his own cock, in synchronized rhythm with Mrs Garza’s expert lead.

She looked to the ladies in the class and advised; “One thing you also need to think about when you give a man a blowjob is where he is going to cum. Now I know most of you young women might be a little unsure about letting a man cum in your mouth but I can tell you that most men prefer to come in a woman's mouth when they are receiving a blowjob. The key is for all you young men in the class to let the girl know when you are about to cum so she can be prepared for your orgasm.” The female students were all leaning forward on the sofas, admiring the stiff phallus in Mrs. Garza’s hand.

She lifted and fondled Mr. Garza’s ball sack while she continued. “Now just like when I was showing you how to give a hand job, you should pay attention to a man's testicles while you are giving him a blowjob especially when you feel his testicles pulling closer to his body as this is usually a very good indication that he is about to have an orgasm.”

The female professor then revealed some of her own techniques; “Now when a man lets me know that he is about to come, I pull back so that only the head of his penis is in my mouth and I swirl my tongue around the head until I feel him ejaculating in my mouth. Then I flick my tongue underneath the head of his cock and suck on it harder until he is done ejaculating. For my personal preference, after the man is done ejaculating, I like to give his cock head one last good hard suck, and swirl my tongue around the head again. For most men, their penis is very sensitive after having an orgasm, and this usually drives the man crazy and sometimes I even get one last little shot of semen.”

The young males were now so hard just from listening to her instruction. She wasn’t done yet. She started her lecture in the classic tone of an academic professor. But by know, her tone had become obviously quite bawdy. Her enthusiasm had become evident as she added some of her expert tips. “Also,” she added; “another thing you can do while the man is ejaculating is to fondle his balls. This usually causes the man to release a larger load of semen, and enhances the orgasmic experience." Mrs. Garza was still stroking her husband's penis during her entire explanation.

Mr. Garza was now squirming from the slow pace of the instruction, and the sultry erotic instructions. He loved his wife’s increasingly lusty voice, foretelling what he was going to experience. And he loved that all these students were going to watch it happen to him.

To be continued.

By zachattack163 for Literotica

By IAmJohnGalt1. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Life’s twists and turns are never what one expects. When I decided to tutor young students in history, I thought I was just doing something good – for the youth, and for myself. After several years of working at a Big Law firm, I decided I needed to do something that didn’t involve poring over legal documents and old case law. I’d always loved and thrived in history, which was my major in undergrad, and I’d always pestered my professors with questions about legal history during my years at Harvard Law.

 Teaching wouldn’t pay the bills, hence my pivot towards courtrooms and boardrooms, but it was something I thought would be a nice post-retirement gig. Many of my teachers in high school were former attorneys, which was quite common at Michelle’s upscale preparatory school in Manhattan.

Michelle. One of those timeless, elegant names. The Beatles even used it for a song, though I don’t think Lennon had a young, Asian girl in mind when he wrote it. Her family had been referred to me by a colleague, and over the course of her senior year I’d taken her from a struggling student to a pretty good scholar of history. She was no Ron Chernow, but she could at least articulate a good analysis of social movements in Victorian England.

When Michelle and I first met, I was struck by her beauty, but I wasn’t necessarily attracted to her.

She was tall and thin, but with a shapely form. Think of a swimsuit model. I think it was the fact that her mother was white while her father was Chinese-American. Michelle was a social butterfly, most definitely one of the “it” girls at her school. She seemed to have it all, or at least all that high schoolers cared about: good looks, pretty good grades, money, nice clothes. Lots of nice clothes. Michelle was something of an influencer; she wasn’t going to be on The Today Show any time soon, but she had a healthy following of fellow preppy cool NYC kids. Vacations in the Hamptons, dining out with friends at the trendiest restaurants. If you grew up in the area, you knew the type. Although she would have been content to live that life forever, and her parents’ money could certainly ensure that, her parents’ values wouldn’t entertain it. When the son of Chinese immigrants and a woman who went from her dad’s small-town Ohio hardware store to a director’s corner office at a major investment bank raise a kid, you better believe they’ll expect that kid to at least get a degree.

Despite her seeming disinterest in academics, she was actually pretty smart; “just needs to apply herself more” was a common critique in her report cards. I guess I felt like somewhat of a kindred spirit in that regard; I’d only shaped myself up in college. Over the course of the school year, we’d developed a friendly rapport. Our tutoring sessions were pretty open-ended, and towards the end we’d end up talking a lot about life, her plans for the future, etc. I always saw myself as a mentor to Michelle.

Which is why what happened one summer day was… unexpected. I was spacing out in my office after a particularly contentious meeting with a corporate client when my phone buzzed.

“hey Milo, I hope this isn’t weird but I wanted to know if you were available this weekend” read the grey chat bubble. I wasn’t sure why she was asking me about availability – she’d graduated high school a month before, and was enjoying her last summer before starting at Bowdoin.

“hey Michelle, what’s up?” I replied.

Over the course of a few texts, she explained that she missed our conversations and she wanted to catch up and maybe talk about college and whatnot. It seemed a bit strange to me because we weren’t necessarily on texting terms. We’d exchange messages just to set up tutoring sessions, but we weren’t chewing the fat over text outside of that. But hey, who understands teenagers? I didn’t have any plans that Saturday and figured it’d be nice to spend some of it guiding the youth.

“how about dinner at your place? I know you said you like to cook and I’d love to try something tasty” she responded, with that little emoji licking its lips punctuating the proposal. Now that was out of the ordinary. She wanted to have dinner? A coffee “date” was what I’d had in mind, but her message triggered something in me. Maybe it was the not-so-recent breakup I’d gone through, or pining for the lost days of my own youth, but suddenly I thought it’d be quite nice to have dinner with her. It’d be fun to whip up one of those Italian dishes that’s dead simple to make yet impresses people, and maybe even flirt a bit. A pretty, fit, 18-year-old Asian girl batting her eyelashes at me would be enough of a reward.

I agreed and told her to come to my apartment at 7PM that Saturday. She responded “awesome!” and left it at that. I returned to my work and the next few days flew by me. Truly, I figured I would just be entertaining a young ingénue for a couple hours and assuring her that she was, in fact, smart enough for college (a repeated concern of hers during our tutoring sessions).

When I answered the door that Saturday evening, I was taken aback. Not for any good reason: Michelle was wearing a smart but modest top, short jean shorts, and wedge sandals. Her hair was done up in a pony, and she had well-applied makeup on as usual. This was her typical outfit. What took me by surprise was how I felt looking at her. Her breasts, probably a 32C, looked like two round mounds of heaven. Scanning down her lithe torso, I arrived at her shapely legs and hips. They looked great – not necessarily muscular, but not lacking in tone (or skintone; she’d clearly been getting her fix of Vitamin D up in the Hamptons).

Of course, that all happened in a split second. I greeted her with a warm smile and let her in to my apartment. Taking a deep breath, she exclaimed “oh, something smells good!” There’s nothing like a good spaghetti alla carbonara to tantalize the senses. As the dish was almost ready, I invited her to take a seat at the dining table while I put on the finishing touches. Two modest portions of the Italian classic sat tantalizingly on their plates as I sat down across from Michelle and poured myself a glass of wine.

“None for me?” she pouted.

“Well, I wasn’t sure whether to offer, after all you’re still a minor,” I chided.

Of course, I knew that she drank. She was a recently graduated high schooler about to go off to college. But I still felt a bit uneasy about offering booze to her. After some pleading and puppy eyes, I relented.

“Just one glass for you, this isn’t Beach Week” I teased as the cabernet sauvignon flowed into the glass. Taking a sip, she smiled and complimented my taste in wine before swirling it around and admiring the “legs.” How I wished to say something about the much nicer legs sitting across from me.

Taking a bite of her food, she let out a loud “mmm” and dug in to her plate. I ate a bit slower, catching myself just mesmerized by this young beauty at my table. I didn’t really know what was happening, but I was looking at Michelle in a way I never had before. She was no longer Michelle the Student, she was Michelle the Hot Young Chick. The cliche stirring in my loins began to fire up.

“God, I’m such a slut for pasta!” she exclaimed, stirring me out of my gaze and making me choke a bit on my food. I was not expecting to hear a word like that come out of her mouth, but I quickly saved face and said “hah, yeah, it’s the best isn’t it? I’m the number one ‘thot’ for pasta,” chuckling as I used slang that was probably already outdated.

As we ate and chatted, both our inhibitions were loosened by the wine. The conversation gradually turned to college and I asked Michelle what she was most nervous about.

“Honestly,. dating.” This surprised me; I expected some nerves over academics, or balancing school with clubs and socializing.

“Really? I’m sure a girl like you would have no problem meeting a nice young man.”

“I don’t know… I haven’t ever had a boyfriend. And guys don’t ever seem to want to talk to me. They like my friends, but I’ve never even had a guy ask me out.”

If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my thirty years, it’s that the most attractive women are often lonelier than you think. Guys are intimidated by smokeshows; they figure a 10 must have a long line of suitors and figure there’s no way they’d have a chance. Anyone will hit on the girl next door, but talking to someone with literal model looks might as well be like trying to talk to God.

“I think you’ll be fine, Michelle. You’ve got –” I caught myself briefly, trying to think of a diplomatic way to say it without sounding lecherous. “You’re smart and well-read, you’ve got a charming personality, and you’re an attractive young woman.”

“You think so?”

“You don’t? Aren’t you an influencer? People don’t follow you for fashion and makeup looks because you’re not pretty, after all.”

She blushed and smiled. “That’s true. But guys my age are so obnoxious anyway. They’re so immature. They’re not like you, you know.”

My turn to blush a bit. “Well, I’m a lot different than I was at your age, Michelle. I think guys might just be nervous to talk to you because they think you’re out of their league. But you can be the change,” I said somewhat jokingly, “and be the one that asks a guy out”!

“Hah! My mom always said a strong woman just goes after what she wants… but you think I’m out of guys’ leagues?”

“Well, I don’t really buy into the whole ‘leagues’ thing. That’s a very naive way of looking at things. But I do think guys can be intimidated by a woman who’s smart and pretty.”

I poured myself another glass and decided to top her glass off as well. As the wine worked its magic on me, I started to amp up the flirting and banter. I figured it was a bit of harmless fun and would help boost her confidence. Clearing the plates, I told her I’d have dessert out and that we ought to sit on the sofa. She made her way to the living room while I scooped out a couple servings of gelato.

Taking a seat next to her, but not too close, I couldn’t help but notice her beauty again. Her shorts had hiked up a bit, exposing almost all of those long, long legs. Her lips looked luscious as she licked the gelato from them between bites. I noticed her nipples poking through her shirt, no doubt caused by the strong A/C that was blowing over us, but quickly averted my gaze before she caught me. My eyes landed upon her wine glass, which seemed fuller than when I had left the table. The little minx had poured herself a bit more.

“Well, that was delicious” I proclaimed as I turned on my speakers and put on some jazz.

“It really was. Thank you for cooking for me, Milo,” she responded as she took a big swig from her glass.

“Easy there, slow and steady” I said. We talked a bit more, enjoying the sounds of Coltrane’s “Kind of Blue” as we worked on the wine. I excused myself to use the bathroom, and when I came back I noticed she had polished off her glass.

I sat down and she smiled at me. “I brought some dessert for you too,” she said. What happened next was unimaginable.

In the blink of an eye, she moved around and swung one leg over my lap so that she was straddling me, and she immediately kissed me on the lips. Feeling shocked and a bit unsure of what the hell was going on, I didn’t reciprocate, and then pulled away.

“What the hell, Michelle?”

“What?” she responded, somewhat curtly.

“We can’t… you’re my student –”

“I thought you found me attractive –”

“Yeah, I think you’re gorgeous, but –”

“So just have some fun with me,” and she went in for another kiss.

Blame it on the wine, or the breakup, or the fact that I had a hot, eager, willing young temptress on my lap, but something in me finally broke. This time, I opened up my mouth and met her kiss with vigor. Our tongues swirled around each other, engaged in a dance of lust and passion. My hands moved from my sides to her body, grabbing hold of her pert, tight booty. Her arms were over my shoulders, her fingers scratching my back. The smell of her perfume was intoxicating, and I felt like I was losing all sense of time.

As the kissing continued, our arousal grew. I was hard as a rock, spurred on by her hips moving back and forth, grinding her womanhood against my crotch. After what seemed like ages, I moved her off of me and had her sitting on the couch again, facing forward. We made out like horny teenagers (which made sense for her) while I decided to push things further. With one arm over her shoulders, I pulled her top down until her beautiful tits were spilling out over the shirt and bra.

It had been quite a while since I’d seen such perfection. For an Asian girl, she had pretty big breasts, with quarter-sized areolas and small, very erect, brown nipples. Using my right hand, I started to tease and twist one nipple, eliciting a sexy moan from the teen beauty.

“Does that feel good?”

“Oh; yes; yes.”

Drunk with passion, I then began snaking my other hand down along her taut, firm tummy and arrived at the waistband of her shorts. Deftly undoing the button, I then pushed down behind her panties and felt around for the real prize. As my fingers brushed her labia, she moaned. The little slut was soaking wet, and she began grinding her mound onto my hand as I switched from one nipple to another.

“You like that?”

“Yes; oh god!” she breathed heavily.

A couple fingers made their way into her tight hole, while my palm rubbed against her clit. I pumped my fingers in and out, and I could tell she was rapidly working her way to a climax. I was running on pure instinct at this point, and one of my instincts was to tease. I liked to work a woman up quite a lot before letting her cum, and I intended to do just that with little Michelle.

Her breaths grew shorter, and I pulled my hand away as she was preparing for the peak of pleasure.

“Oh my god” she panted, “oh my god!”

She reached over to me and pulled me in for a sloppy, horny kiss. This time she moved her hand to my pants and began to rub my dick, and I decided to help by undoing my belt and pulling my pants down.

“Have you ever sucked a dick before?”

“I did one time at this party last year… it was a stupid drunk hookup,” she responded as she moved down to her knees. I didn’t even have to ask her to do it, she just did it. Michelle marveled at my penis. I always figured I was a bit bigger than average, but not pornstar huge.

“His was definitely not as big though.”

Michelle opened her mouth and greedily began to work her magic on my shaft. For a supposedly inexperienced girl, she was surprisingly adept at pleasing me. With a bit of guidance, she got the stroking just right while she teased the tip with her tongue, and she even paid attention to my balls.

“Oh; oh god, that feels fucking great” I told her.

“Um, you like it?”

“I fucking love it.”

After a few minutes, she pulled away briefly to shed her clothes. She peeled away her shirt and undid her bra, letting those beautiful orbs hang freely. I had forgotten how perky and firm teen tits were. Standing up, she wiggled out of her shorts and tossed them aside unceremoniously before resuming her position on her knees. This time, she got very sloppy with the head, and within minutes she had covered much of her face in spit and pre-cum. I was approaching my own climax, and didn’t want the fun to end with just a blowjob.

I pulled her away and asked, “where the hell did you learn how to do this?”

“Well,” she blushed, “I watch porn. A lot of porn.” God bless the internet.

I stood up and took off the rest of my clothes as well. We embraced and made out, passionately but not too intensely. I felt up her perfect tits and ass while she continued stroking my cock.

“Let’s go to my bedroom,” taking her by the hand and leading her to my quarters.

“Lay down on your back.”

Michelle crawled onto the luxurious bed and turned over on to her back. My eyes drank up the tantalizing image before me. Michelle was no longer my student, she was my Venus. A sex goddess. Her long legs, her shaved mound, her lovely breasts, that cover model face. I noticed the tan lines around her pussy and on her tits and imagined her laying out in the nude to tan and take care of them.

“Have you ever been eaten out?”

“No…” she responded shyly. “But I need it.”

I dutifully knelt at the foot of the bed, gazing at the perfect cunt before me. Shaved, as I had mentioned, with thin pussy lips and a small but aroused clit. Glistening with her womanly juices, ready to be lapped up. I dove in and began working her gingerly at first, teasing her folds and her clit with my tongue. I wasn’t the best at eating pussy, but I knew not to overthink it: just explore their sacred part until you find what really flips the switch.

As my tongue darted around, Michelle began the climb up the hill of orgasm. Her breathing intensified, and her tunnel was practically flooding with arousal. Her moans echoed throughout the bedroom and I could feel her hands gripping the comforter. This time I made sure to take her all the way over the edge; I wanted her first oral experience to be one to remember. My fingers went to work on her clit, rubbing it frantically.

“Oh… oh… I… oh… OH… Oh Fuck! Fuck!” she shouted as her body began to convulse, her mound involuntarily pushing back onto my face as she came.

“Fuck… fuck… that was… so good…” she panted deliriously. I couldn’t help but feel a bit proud of myself for what I had done. Any inhibitions I had had an hour before were gone. Student and tutor, friend and mentor, all those relations were done. We were two horny lovers, and I decided to push for the final prize.

“Michelle, have you had sex before?”

The girl was still coming down from her orgasmic high. “No… I’m a virgin.”

“Could have fooled me,” which she chuckled at.

“Like I said… I watch a lot of porn. I’ve never had sex, though. I’ve never been with a guy I wanted to have sex with.”

“I understand.”

“But now I have. I want you, Milo.”

I laid down next to her and kissed her and caressed her. We carried on the heavy petting for a few minutes and then I pulled away, turning over to grab my condoms from the nightstand.

“If you’re not ready, we don’t have to.” I may have been horny, but I was still a gentleman, and I did not want to pressure the young girl into doing something she’d regret.

“I’m ready. I need you” she responded while looking me in the eye with the kind of gaze you only get from a woman who’s ready to take you.

I quickly fished out the rubber and slipped it onto my cock. I stood up and walked around to the foot of the bed again, pulling Michelle a bit closer. I mounted the bed, spreading her legs as I placed the throbbing head at the entrance to her pussy.

Looking her in the eyes, I asked if she was ready. She nodded and I began to push.

Much like the perkiness of young boobs, I had also forgotten just how tight a fresh cunt could be. As my penis parted her, I could feel her tighten up. She was operating on another level of ecstasy. My head met her virginal wall, and we locked eyes again. I held one hand and she simply nodded.

Michelle let out a quick yelp as I claimed my prize. Her hand squeezed mine for a moment, and I made sure to give her a few seconds to adjust. Once her breathing slowed a bit, I kissed her passionately and began the ancient ritual. I slid in and out, in and out, maintaining a steady rhythm as I savored the tightness of her velvety walls against my dick.

“Oh… god… oh… it’s… so… good…”

“Uh, uh… god, Michelle, fuck…”

As her vagina continued to loosen up to accommodate my shaft, I picked up the pace. I moved my arms to go underneath her shoulders, sort of hooking them with my hands. Her legs wrapped around my back and her hands were below my shoulders. As I pounded her harder and faster, she seemed to be pulling me in with her legs, while her nails began to scratch at my back.

By IAmJohnGalt1 for Literotica

Now for the really scary part

By AarontheBaron. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

The tension in that honeymoon cabin was so thick you could cut it with a knife. I gently rested my hands on my virgin bride’s hips, and her shoulders twitched, I leaned forward and planted a very soft kiss at the base of her neck. She moaned softly, and then again as my hands slid upward, past the swell of her hips and her slender waist, gliding over the silky fabric up her back until, so very softly, my fingers left the satin and traced across the exposed skin of her back.

It was intoxicating. Her skin was hot to my touch, almost burning my hands, or at least that's how it felt. Her head was drooping forward and I could hear her breathing turning shallow. I slipped my hands into the back of her dress and gently slid them outward, across her quivering shoulder blades, taking the fabric along until my fingers curved around her shoulders.

Her dress began to fall with a gentle rustle, to bunch up around her waist. I heard myself moan aloud as I looked at her bare back, and my hands skimmed back down her flawless skin, to settle at her sides. Goosebumps suddenly emerged across her entire torso.

She gave a little cry and her head went up and fell back, and I couldn't resist: I pressed my lips to her exposed neck again and she writhed against me, gasping as she reached back and grabbed at me, whatever part of me she could get her hands on. My hands slipped lower, to her bare hips and pulled her back against me, and then swept upward across her stomach to cup her full breasts.

Her hands covered mine as I kneaded the soft flesh within her bra. Looking down over her shoulder I had a perfect view of her creamy breasts, and the way the soft skin yielded and gave in to my touch, and the way she moaned when my thumbs grazed over her now-hard protruding nipples, which were trying to poke clean through the thin fabric, my boxers were getting tighter and I was fighting to keep from just throwing her to the floor and screwing her brains out.

"That's really nice," she whispered, turning her face to kiss my cheek. I tore my eyes from the enchanting swell of her breasts and kissed her again, this time our tongues going straight in and caressing each other, and my fingers accidently discovered the front clasp of her bra and it gave way.

She gasped into my mouth, and I groaned and nearly fell to the floor as I felt the warm, soft, yielding flesh drop into my bare hands for the first time. Her nipples were hard and pointy under my thumbs, making her shiver as I tweaked them, and my cock was straining dangerously in my shorts, and all of a sudden I tore myself away and stepped back.

She swayed unsteadily for a moment, and turned to face me. There was confusion in her eyes, her hair was wildly askew and her hands impulsively covered her heaving globes.

"What's wrong, Josh?" she breathed unevenly, with a slight frown. She blushed as she glanced down at herself, her dress wantonly bunched at her lovely waist.

I gulped hard. "Nothing," I managed to get out. "But if we don't slow down, we'll never make it into the shower." She gave a breathless little laugh, and I grinned back, then let my eyes rove over her body, brazenly, obviously, willing her to feel my burning desire for her.

Have I mentioned how beautiful she is? Her long dark hair was a frame for a face that was pale and lovely, slender, with finely formed features that to me were just perfect. Her neck was slender and delicate, curving out into exquisite shoulders, with the most beautiful pearlescent breasts I had ever seen, and the only real ones at that, swelling from her chest. She dropped her hands as she saw my eyes gazing over her, and with a very pretty blush she showed me her charms, and I was enraptured. They were full, and round and perky, and as I had already experienced, they filled my hands to overflowing, and I have fairly large hands. Her pink nipples stood proudly, belying the shrinking shyness that seemed to overtake her, just begging to be kissed and suckled, with the darker area, the areola I think? about the size of a quarter-dollar, they were utterly perfect. Her nipples saluted slightly upward.

It took some effort to look away from them and continue my visual feast, but I was rewarded with the most beautiful, flat abdomen and finely sculpted hips, just flaring out from her slender waist before disappearing into the tangled white satin that still clung to her womanly hips, and the top of her lacy black panties, peeking sensually out, and providing an awesome contrast to her pearly skin.

I glanced back up at her face. She was blushing and biting her bottom lip, and there was an unmistakable fire in her eyes, a desire that was consuming her core. That's how she expressed it to me later, at the time I could only marvel at the beauty of her flushed face and lovely young body.

But we had to keep going, couldn't spend the night there in the bathroom. I took a deep breath to steady myself.

It didn't steady my nerves.

So, I just stepped back a few feet & took another breath; and without stopping to think about it, shoved my boxers straight down to the floor. My rod sprang back upward as the elastic cleared the tip. As I stepped out of the boxers, my stiff manhood stiffly swayed a bit.

Now it was my turn to get warm in the face, but Sara gasped and her hand went to her mouth again. She was blushing furiously and staring at my groin, more accurately, at the very erect part of me that was protruding from my groin.

"Oh my," I heard her murmur. "Is that, um, will that fit?"

Now, like I said, I'm an average guy, so I don't think I would have had anything to be ashamed of anyway; but the way she said that, I felt like I was a heck of a lot bigger. I couldn't help giving a smug grin at her tone.

"Sure it will, you'll see," I assured her. "You'll get bigger too, remember?"

Her eyes were still a bit wide as she looked back at me, and I gestured toward her waist. "Your turn," I said hoarsely.

She blushed again. "Um, okay."

How I love this woman!

Hesitantly, her hands went to her waist and poised, thumbs sliding in between flesh and fabric. She looked down, and her breath turned shallow again, and then she pulled her dress and panties down together with a sharp exhale.

Her hands covered her crotch as she straightened back up, her legs were absolutely gorgeous. I can't tell you how many times I had thought about those glorious legs, imagined them bare past what her shorts ever revealed, imagined them wrapped around me, the silky smoothness, the intense warmth they would radiate. Is that lust? Maybe; but at some point I am allowed to lust for my wife, right?

Sara was struggling to put her previous life of abstinence behind her, in that bathroom. But she needed guidance.

"Hands by your sides, my love," I said, my voice lower and shakier than I intended. She looked at me with a mix of shyness and lust, and her hands drifted away from her sex and left her open to my gaze.

My mouth fell open a little and my breath went out of me in a rush. She was so utterly lovely there, her lips swollen and pink, completely bare, and glistening slightly. Her breath was coming hard and fast, and when I glanced at her face, her head was up and slightly back, almost like she was trying to look defiant, but my eyes instantly went back to her womanhood.

"You shaved?" I muttered; the only semi-coherent thought left in my brain. She nodded breathlessly.

"Waxed. My mother taught me." A fleeting look of concern crossed her lovely face. "You like it, right?"

I walked the few feet back to her and took her face in my hands. "I love it," I whispered, and kissed her deeply. She moaned and leaned into me, her hands caressing my back, and I felt the heat and softness of her breasts rolling against my chest.

We disconnected with a sigh, and I held her eyes with my own as I stepped back. Silently, I raised one finger and twirled it around indicating I wanted her to spin. A shy smile crept over her lips and she slowly and coyly turned around, watching me over her shoulder as my eyes feasted on her nakedness.

And as for her arse, if you took sexy and mixed it with adorable, and gave it a playful bit of jiggle, you might have some idea of the incredible beauty I was treated to. Her arse was firm and round, and just the right size. The cheeks bounced perkily as she gave a little wiggle, and I looked back up at her and we laughed.

Then I nodded toward the tub. "Will you do the honors, my lady?" I asked chivalrously, and she giggled breathily and stepped over to the tub faucet. She bent, perhaps a little more than strictly necessary, and turned on the tap while I gaped at the cleft between her arse cheeks. Her cunt peeped out coyly, the damp lips pressed together by her thighs, and seeing me watching, she gave another playful wiggle.

My mind was still trying to process the fact that I was alone with a naked girl, and that she was mine. The blood was charging through my veins and throbbing in my manhood. She looked so soft and smooth all over, so delectably good. Her nipples were begging my affections.

Once the water was warm enough, she stepped into the spray, with gentle a sigh as the water cascaded down her body.

"Aren't you going to join me, my lord, please?" she said, with another shy blush. I love her ability to blush.

And I didn't wait to be asked again. I stepped down into the tub with her and gathered her wet, slippery, nubile body into my arms. Our lips met again under the showerhead, and we made out with reckless abandon. My hands stroked all over her back and sides, teasing the flanks of her breasts, and she moaned into my mouth as her lips writhed and her tongue danced with mine. Her hands swept down to grab my arse, and my cock stiffened as it was caught between our heaving bodies.

I leaned her backwards a little, pressing my lips hard against hers, and caught her tongue between my teeth. She whimpered as I bit down just a little and her hands came up to cup my face. My arm went around her to support her, and the other hand found a wet and squishy breast, and squeezed. She jumped and her head fell back with a laugh, and I took the opportunity to devour her sweet neck while the hot nipple yielded in my grasp.

Then, and I'm not exactly sure how, she was sliding to her knees in front of me and came face to face with my manhood, erect and proud and very happy to see her. She blushed again, looking for all the world like a lovely water nymph, with her hair hanging wet across her shoulders and her lips, kiss-swollen and parted. She looked up at me from under her eyelashes and whispered, "Can I touch it?"

Just hearing her say that, made the member in question twitch and she jumped a little, I should mention that Sara is rather easily startled, and this situation was so new and all, yeah. Back to the story.

I could only nod, and the anticipation made my head feel light. My breath was coming in shallow gasps, and I braced myself against the warm stone wall as her delicate little fingers stroked across my shaft.

It was heaven. I closed my eyes and moaned, tilting my head back in the shower, and almost jumped out of my skin when something very wet and very warm and very alive suddenly engulfed my cock head. My eyes flew open and there she was, naked, soaking wet, kneeling before me with her pretty lips wrapped around my shaft and her big, lovely eyes staring straight into mine.

"Oh baby," I moaned, my hand coming to rest behind her head as she started to bob. "That's incredible, don't stop,"

Her mouth was snug, and her tongue was playing wicked, wicked games with the underside of my cock. Then there was a sucking sensation, and things got tighter and slicker and I watched as almost my whole cock disappeared into that beautiful mouth. She was sucking hard, and I threw my head back and groaned again as I felt her swallow, repeatedly, the contractions rippling down my shaft in exquisite torture.

Then she hummed.

And I lost it.

The whole world exploded in brilliant waves of pleasure and I could only grunt as my hips jerked, spewing my pent-up cum deep into her willing throat. I cried out, writhing in ecstasy, how can I possibly describe the sensations? Never had I felt anything like this; and she kept faithfully sucking until I came back down to earth, lightheaded and braced against the shower wall,

I heaved a deep, shuddering breath and opened my eyes. She was still kneeling in front of me, my spent cock dangling near her lips, and she looked very happy with herself. She smiled and opened her mouth, and I gasped when I saw her tongue coated in white. She swallowed noisily and then gave my cock a very dainty little kiss.

"How was that, my lord?" she asked in the same shy tone, looking up bashfully. I was still breathing heavily, and I reached down and grabbed her and hauled her up to her feet, planting my lips firmly on hers as she giggled in delight. I could still taste a little of me in there,

"That, my lady," I answered, my hands groping her arse and her arms around my neck, "was absolutely fantastic." I kissed her again and she sighed. "But how on earth did you learn to do that?"

She actually looked a little embarrassed. "Um, well, I practiced. With, with bananas."

My eyebrows went up. "Bananas?" I could just see it now: my beautiful wife, sucking whole bananas down her throat, I swallowed a laugh. "Why bananas?"

She was tracing circles on the back of my neck, and I kinda wanted to lean my head back and just purr. She was so pretty, the water streaming down over her and me.

"Well," she said, "I figured they'd be about the right size, and I knew you would love it if I could go deep, you know; and if anything went wrong, well, bananas are easy to swallow."

My hands were wandering over her wet back, and she closed her eyes and sighed. "I suppose they are, never thought of it that way," I said. She smiled and leaned her head back a little. I took the cue and nuzzled her neck. "You know I'll never be able to look at a banana the same again," I murmured against her skin.

She made a noise between a laugh and a gasp, as my lips found and sucked on her earlobe. Then I spun us around so that she was against the wall, and as her eyes opened I planted a tender kiss on the tip of her nose.

"Now," I told her, "My turn."

Her eyes widened for a moment, and then fluttered back shut with a moan as my lips slid down her neck and across her chest. She tasted so good, so warm and smooth, and her head fell back as I skimmed her breast and sucked a whole nipple into my mouth.

"Oh Josh!" she gasped, arching her back to offer more of her breast to my ravenous mouth. "Oh! Oh my goodness!"

And then my hand slid down across her stomach, right to her crotch and gently, so gently traced the outline of her puffy lips. She squirmed and her hips bucked as a gentle cry came out of her mouth. Her hand seized mine and dragged my fingers through her dripping cleft, and then she opened her eyes wide and scared when my lips left her taut nipple and trailed southward, across her quivering, delectable flesh.

"Oh!" she gasped, as I gently nibbled at the joint of her thighs, her skin is so impossibly smooth! "Oh my," she whimpered, feeling my tongue swirl across the swell of her mound. "Oh Josh, please," she moaned, stopping me and looking into my eyes, "you don't have to, Josh, I don't need,"

"Shush!" I stopped her, laying my finger on her lips, while her eyes were very big above it. "I want to," I growled, and then, without breaking eye contact I dragged my tongue straight through her slick, hot folds, as I gently raised one of her legs and set her foot on the raised stone ledge.

She gave a shuddering moan and wilted against the wall, and I ravenously licked her again and again. Her flesh was soft and yielding and so exquisitely sweet, like nectar. With her legs now spread sufficiently, I buried my tongue as deep inside her tight opening as I could get it, and I felt my cock hardening back up again.

Then it happened. I placed my hand on her waxed mound, to hold her squirming hips still; she was writhing above me, whimpering with pure need, and I was in awe at the sight of such wanton nakedness and pleasure, when my thumb brushed the top of her slit. Suddenly she cried out, almost a scream, and her thighs went rigid, clamping my jaw between their silky heat. Her torso throbbed and jerked, and a look of panic came over her face.

"Oh Josh!" she wailed. "What's happening! Oh! Ah! I feel it, It's coming, Ah!"

I had to grab her soft hips and pin her to the wall as she began yelping, her body spasming hard and out of control. Her eyes rolled back and her mouth opened in one long wail of pure ecstasy, and a flood of nectar streamed out of her sex into my mouth, which I had managed to keep glued to her cunt the whole time.

Her hands found my head and compulsively ground my face deeper into her wet crotch, her hips bucking and squirming as the aftershocks of her orgasm rippled through her. I tried to keep my eyes on her face, but her breasts kind of got in the way, quivering and swaying with her body. I reached up and pinched one nipple and she jerked, and then all at once she went limp and I had to hold her up, my hands sliding up the backs of her soft thighs. I stood and scooped her up into my arms, and she wrapped her arms and legs around me, and buried her face in my neck. She was still spasming, and I was in awe of the beauty I had just seen, and the fact that she could be so vulnerable with me, and share her most sacred pleasure so openly.

It actually brought tears to my eyes, and then I heard her sniffle against me.

"Are you okay?" I whispered into her hair.

"I don't know," she moaned. She raised her face to mine; there were tears streaming done her cheeks. "That was so wonderful," she whimpered, shivering. Her forehead drooped to rest against mine. "I feel like I've been taken apart and rebuilt, I've never felt anything like that."

She was still shivering, despite the hot water streaming over us, and I wrapped my arms around her and held her close. "I love you," I whispered.

Carefully I eased us down to sit, her still perched in my lap, and hugged her close till the trembling faded. She raised her head and fixed her lips to mine again, and her fingers started trailing though my hair. It was a tender, sweet, gentle kiss, and it brought me roaring back into life beneath her.

She must have felt me growing, directly under her cunt, because she giggled into my mouth and pulled back. "Ready to go already, huh?" she asked with a smile. "I think I'm gonna like you."

"You better," I quipped, nipping at her nose. "Cause if you don't, I might be tempted to betake my hand to this very cute arse." And I gave her a playful smack on the backside.

She jumped and squawked. "Hey!" she laughed. "Watch it mister!"

I captured her lips again and we shared another kiss. How could this ever get old? She wiggled a little on my lap, which only served to make me even harder.

"Come on," I said against her mouth. "Let's get out of here."

I helped her up to her feet, she was a little weak in the legs, she said, and turned off the water. We stepped out and I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around us both.

She snuggled up to me as I dried her back and tousled her hair a bit, and her hands found their way down to my manhood again.

"Hm, you're so hard," she murmured dreamily, she was decidedly more relaxed now. Her hands were so soft, much softer than mine had ever been, and she nuzzled affectionately at my neck as her fingers stroked and squeezed gently.

"Love, you'd better stop that or you'll be the undoing of me," I said softly into her hair, not wanting her to stop but not wanting to cum yet either. She giggled, how I loved the sound of her delight! and we got back to the business of drying off each other's body.

I noticed then that we hadn't even bothered to close the bathroom door, and it made me chuckle a little; but then my mind was otherwise occupied as Sara flashed a seductive look over her shoulder at me and strolled out into the bedroom. And by strolled, I mean swaggered. She swung her hips from side to side, making her lovely naked arse sway and bounce with each step. She reached the bed and bent over, keeping her legs straight while she placed her hands flat on the coverlet, and wiggled her bottom in my direction.

She looked back at me over her shoulder, her hair draped across her back, and there was a self-satisfied smirk on her face as she saw I hadn't moved from the doorway.

"What's the matter, my lord?" she purred. "Aren't you going to join your lady?"

Her cunt was gleaming in the light of the lamp, the slick folds dewy and moist between her legs.

I gulped, and she bit her lip and sighed as I walked toward her. She looked forward, watching our reflection in the mirror across the bed, and moaned as I ran my hand over the soft skin of her arse. I sank my fingers into her flesh, groping her and squeezing her cheek, and then I knelt behind her and dragged my tongue through her sex again.

"Oh my," she moaned, her hips squirming in my hands. I licked her deep and long, and then opened my mouth and sucked her whole sweet cunt into my lips. She groaned and arched her back, thrusting her lady-place harder into my face. My teeth grazed across her lips and she shuddered, dropping her head to the comforter.

I was beginning to notice something: seeing and feeling her pleasure and arousal was actually turning me on more than the idea of her pleasuring me. Hearing her moan, watching as her naked body writhed and squirmed under my ministrations, and knowing that I was making her lose control of herself, it was like a powerful drug, and I dug in deeper and gripped her hips harder as she started whimpering again.

At the same time, the knowledge that she was willing to be vulnerable with me, to allow me to do things to her, to touch her and take her and do what I pleased with her, the trust and the love of it all hit me like a train. I felt humbled, and exhilarated; so I started nibbling on her cunt, letting my teeth sink ever so gently into her hot, wet, quivering flesh. She cried out and clawed at the bed, her whole arse trembling and sweat breaking out on her skin. My hands gripped the backs of her soft thighs, and then my lips and tongue found her little clit, like a third nipple only bigger and very slick, and as I sucked it between my lips and strummed my tongue across it she started jerking again.

"Josh!" she gasped, her toes curling and her thighs starting to quiver. "I think, .ah, I think I'm gonna cum again, .oh my goodness don't stop please!"

She wailed as the spasms took over her pretty, slender body. She was gleaming, a light dew of sweat shining on her skin, and the muscles in her back were contacting and squirming as she cried out into the bedspread. I kept my face firmly planted in her sex, sucking for dear life and gently nibbling on her little button.

Suddenly she threw her head back and let out a yell, her whole body going rigid, and a flood of girly nectar drenched my jaw. Her arse cheeks clenched and unclenched violently, right there in my face, and she was gasping for air.

"Stop!" she gasped, squirming away as her clit became too sensitive. "Too much, " she mumbled, collapsing back onto the bed. I sat back on my haunches and I couldn't help it, I was grinning like a fool. She turned her head and looked back at me, breathing hard, her hair across her face, and smiled back with her eyes half shut.

"Thank you, Josh," she said very prettily, and for good measure I leaned in and gave her one good hard lick before standing up. She jumped and giggled, and I stood back to survey my handiwork.

She was breathing hard, laying half on the bed with her hips and legs hanging off, resting her knees on the floor. I couldn't stop looking at her beautiful arse, so round and cute and perfect, and the moisture dripping out of her sex and running down the inside of her thighs. Her back was heaving, her hands still clutching at the comforter, and her hair was all over the place. The picture of relaxation.

I leaned over her, supporting myself on my arms beside her, and planted a hot kiss in the middle of her back. She sighed and her eyes closed.

"You make me feel so good, Josh," she murmured. "Like a princess."

"My princess," I mumbled into her damp skin, and she smiled, and gasped as my fingers slipped between her legs again. It was so slick and wet down there, and hot, like a mini oven. I grinned as the thought of hot dogs in an oven came to mind. My hot dog was aching for a feel of this oven,

Gently I turned her over, and she smiled up at me as I scooted us both up onto the bed. Her breasts were slick with sweat, so full and round and swollen, and I leaned down and suckled her nipples gently for a few minutes. She cooed and sighed, and then pulled my face up to hers for a kiss.

"Mm, I can taste myself on you," she giggled.

"You like it?" I asked.

She made a production of licking my lips with her dainty little tongue, and frowned consideringly. "Yeah," she said slowly, "I think I do."

I nipped her nose again. "Good. Cause I got more where that came from," and I dragged my fingers through her sex again and presented them to her mouth. She smiled and sucked two into her lips, smacking and swallowing noisily, and even bobbing her head off the bed as if it was a mini cock.

My eyes glazed, and she laughed. "Delicious," she declared.

I dipped my head and kissed her again. "You know you are unbearably cute?" I told her. She smiled again, I swear I'll never get tired of that smile. Then her eyes flicked down, just a touch nervously, and I looked deep into her eyes.

"Are you ready, my love?" I asked her tenderly, gathering her in my arms. She nodded and swallowed.

"Yeah," she said breathlessly. "Please just go slow, okay?"

I nodded and reached down between us, guiding my cock head to rest against her lips. I groaned a little as her slick flesh touched me, and I murmured, "Spread your legs, my love."

She obliged, and I heard her breath hitch as I pushed a little, getting the head seated firmly between her lips. I took her face in my hands and kissed her deeply again. "Try to relax, darling," I told her, and then thrust, gently, into her slick cleft.

She gasped, as the head of my cock slid in an inch or two, and I stroked her face with my thumbs.

"I love you," I whispered against her lips, and then thrust again, this time going in a little more and hitting resistance. I had to stop and clench my teeth to keep from cumming too soon, she felt so good and slick and hot. It was incredible, really indescribable.

"Darling, I have to go deeper," I told her, breathlessly, and she nodded and swallowed. "I love you," she said softly. "Take me."

I heaved a breath and thrust, hard, and something gave way inside her. She cried out, eyes shut and her hands clutching my shoulders. There were tears gleaming on her cheeks.

"Almost there my love," I groaned, and gave one final push, and sank deep into her. She cried out again and grabbed me, her arms around my neck. I held still, which wasn't easy, her cunt was quivering and rippling around my shaft. She was crying softly, but when I tried to say something, she relaxed and lay back, looking up at me with tears in her eyes. "Please keep on," she asked quietly, and I kissed her again and pulled back, then thrust forward. She groaned again, but not as agonized as before and there was less resistance inside her.

"I'm not going to last long," I told her, and she managed to smile. "I'm yours, take me," she murmured, and that did it for me.

I tried to go slow, I really did, but once I thrust in again, and she whimpered in more pleasure than pain, I couldn't help it and started going faster. To my surprise, she wrapped those incredible legs around my hips and started pulling me in, deeper, and harder, and her breath was turning shallow again.

"Better now?" I grunted, as my hips smacked into her arse again and again, her cunt dripping around my cock and sucking and squelching as I withdrew. She nodded. "Much better," she whimpered. "It feels good now, oh my, uh, I think I'm going to, oh,"

And her voice trailed off as she actually started to orgasm again. Her eyes rolled back and her lips parted, and she moaned out one long continuous word: "Josh!"

It was so beautiful. I wanted it to last forever, but no such luck. I gave one last mighty smacking thrust and emptied myself into her with a growl. My whole body locked up and trembled, and I think I saw stars, and then I collapsed onto her, our heaving bodies sweaty and sticky and sated.

I looked down into her eyes as I caught my breath. "That," I said unsteadily, "was incredible."

She smiled delightedly. "Um, yeah. I love you so much,"

I gathered her in my arms and rolled over, taking the bedspread with us and sweeping it over our nakedness, and we drifted off to sleep.

Later that evening, we lay together, me on my back and her curled against my side, her leg thrown across mine and a very pleasant heat from her cunt, pressed against my hip. Her head was resting on my shoulder and her fingers tracing circles on my chest. I stroked her hair and just marveled at the naked beauty laying there in my arm.

"Sara?" I said, after a while. "There's something I'd like to tell you."

She shifted and looked up at me, her big blue eyes full of love.

"I want you to know, that for the rest of my life, I promise that I will always be available for you." I wasn't exactly sure how I was going to say this, so I just adlibbed. She looked a little puzzled.

"I mean sexually," I added. "As much as I can possibly manage, I want you to know that I will never turn you down if you want me, anytime, anywhere. Okay?"

She smiled and kissed my chest. "Okay." Her eyes were soft and gleaming, I could lose myself in them forever. "And I promise that too," she added. "I am yours, and you can take me whenever you want, and I hope you do it a lot." She grinned, and I grinned back and kissed her soundly. She's so adorable,

"So," I began, as she settled back down on my shoulder, "I was thinking, maybe someday I'll come home and you'll be doing the laundry in the living room,"

I paused, and she waited, and then looked up at me. "And?"

"And," I went on dramatically, sliding my hand down to caress her soft bottom, "I might come up behind you and,"

She swallowed and her breath caught. "And pull down my pants and take me right there? Without asking?" she finished, with a gentle heaving of her breasts.

I nodded, my mouth suddenly too dry to talk.

She crawled up me to plant a soft kiss on my lips. "I'd like that," she murmured softly. "I'd like that a lot."

A certain part of me twitched and hardened at that, and she felt it and giggled. "I think you'd like it a lot too," she whispered seductively, and dragged herself down my body, her nipples searing a line down my chest, my abs, past my hips, and her mouth found me again.

I lay back with a groan and surrendered myself to the ministrations of her heavenly tongue.

Life is good, no?

The End.

By AarontheBaron for Literotica

A tale of a terrifying wedding night.

By AarontheBaron. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I took a deep breath and tried to calm the palpitations that were pounding through my veins. I was standing on the edge of a mountain, nothing but vast open space around me for miles. The height wasn't helping me relax, and for the hundredth time I silently asked myself why on earth I had wanted to get married on a mountain?

Then I saw her, veiled and gowned in white, gracefully descending the stairs towards me, and the world was made anew.

Okay, let me back up a bit and start at the beginning.

My name is Josh, and I am, well, let's just say I'm an average guy, reasonably good-looking and very solidly walking a middle path through life. Which is as much as to say I haven't got a lot of money, but I am not hurting either, and I'm certainly no heartthrob but I ain't ugly. I'm the kind of guy that likes to be in the middle of things, without being the guy out in front of everything.

Now that that is comfortably out of the way, let me present the real reason I wrote all this down, and the reason 90% of you are reading it: my wife.

Odd, how small a word that is: wife. And yet, it holds so much meaning,

·         She's my lover.

·         My companion.

·         My homemaker and helpmate.

·         My everlasting.

·         My forever and ever, amen.

Not to belabor a dead cliché here, but she is also the kindest, warmest, sweetest, prettiest and funniest woman in the whole world to me. I've never known anyone like her, and to be honest I have no idea why she would want to share the world with me, but I sure ain't complaining.

We met a couple years ago, courtesy of some mutual friends at a religious convention we both happened to be attending. She was engaged at the time, or at least was going to be, to some guy she had known for years, but from the moment I first saw her, well, let me just tell you about what happened.

I was travelling with a group of friends and family, and we had come from a couple states away to attend this convention. It was a weekend-long affair, and we had, of course, gotten a late start, so it was a couple hours into the meetings that we finally arrived at the event center. But that turned out to be the best thing that had happened to me up to that time, because the way the event was set up, after every couple hours they would have a short bit of live music, kinda like an intermission, while everybody got up and stretched their legs.

So right as we were coming in the back of the conference room, where it was kept kind of dark, the music was starting at the front, on a bright stage.

And there, standing alone in the brilliance of the floodlights, was Sara.

I didn't know her; I had never seen her before, and if she hadn't been there, at that moment, I probably never would have. But there she was, standing tall in a flowing black evening gown, a beautiful violin tucked under her chin. Her eyes were shining, and her bow was moving gracefully across the strings, and what I heard, the music that she coaxed from that violin, I have never heard anything so beautiful in all my life.

To be honest I had never really been into music that much: I'm more of a writer and artist than musician. Certainly never been too keen on the violin.

But that day, as those trembling chords wafted enticingly and poignantly across the room, I stood, transfixed, unmoving and unable to move. All around me the music swayed and danced, slowly, and on the stage she slowly swayed with it, her eyes now shut and utter peace upon her brow. I cannot tell you how long the piece lasted; but I stood there for a thousand years, like in Tolkien’s fantasy novel, when Beren first saw Luthien; and I knew.

I knew I had laid eyes upon the one, the only one.

And then, as the music came to an end and the spell was broken, my fledgling hope was dashed upon the rocks. No sooner had the crowd begun to applaud than a tall handsome guy sprang up onto the stage and caught her in his arms, laughing and swinging her around in a circle. I can still hear the silver tinkle of her laughter, surprised and delighted, and see the radiant smile on her face, and then all at once he was down on one knee before her, she had clapped both hands to her mouth, and the crowd was going wild as he presented her with a ring.

You ever had that experience where you are dreaming something wonderful, something that you want with all your heart, is just about to happen and you cannot possibly wait one more second, and then you wake up? And no matter how hard you try you just can't get back to sleep? Well, that's what happened to me. I felt strangely hollow, like a part of me I didn't even know existed had suddenly been taken away from me.

The remainder of that weekend was, well, a bit strange. I met her and was introduced, we shared some laughs and stories, and I found out she actually lived in the same city that I did. Ironic, no? Travelling all that way to find what was at home the whole time. I found out that I loved the violin, and she was keenly interested in my art, and after the convention was over we kept in touch, more or less, simply as friends.

The rest of the story is actually quite complicated and rather boring to be honest; it wound up not working out for them, he moved to another state and she stayed, we got a bit closer and became better friends, yadda yadda yadda. She went through some hard times, I went through some hard times, we helped each other out, and for about a year I just never could find the right time to tell her how I felt.

Then my Mom fell sick and passed on rather suddenly. And without dwelling too much on the pain of that time, let me just say that when she reached out to me in a moment of desperate loneliness, I blurted it all out to her, what I felt about her and me; and ran.

I know, I know, dumb move, but no one had ever accused me of being smart anyway.

Turns out, she had actually grown very fond of me too, and didn't previously think I was all that into her, which I guess tells you all you need to know about my communication skills. But the upshot was that we decided to give courtship a go, and see what happened. She was a bit hesitant at first, having already once courted with a guy, but they hadn't ever been really serious and I think she felt more certainty this time.

I knew immediately.

But it wasn't till around six months ago that I thought she might be ready.

There's a State Park in northern Georgia, a small mountain called Fort Mountain, that my family and I had always enjoyed going to, with lots of trails, cabins, a lake to swim in and some of the most breathtaking views in the South. Sara and I shared a love of the mountains, and frequently she and her folks had come down there too, sort of double-teaming our family outings. We also shared a love of figure skating, oddly enough; but where my appreciation for it was purely as a spectator, she had actually done a bit of skating herself, as an adolescent, and if I may say so was very good at it.

But I digress. Along one of the trails at Fort Mountain, there is a wooden deck that juts out over the edge of the ridge, giving you a magnificent panorama. But to make it even better, the way the trail winds up to it you can't really see what is waiting for you until you actually get to the platform, and then it just spreads out before you, like a map hurled from the hand of a giant.

For a fleeting moment, it makes you feel like you are flying.

Call me a romantic fool, but I had long decided that whenever I got married, it would be here. And so, on a chilly day six months ago, I sprung the question.

I had a little help from her younger sister, who I swore to secrecy and took into my confidence, because I wanted to make this moment as special as I could. Our families were both there, about a dozen of us altogether, and her parents were going to Florida for a vacation the next week, so I figured this would be the best time for what I had in mind.

I managed to get her sister on ahead of the rest of us, on the pretense of going to get some good pictures of all of us coming up on the overlook, and then, by a combination of cunning and blind luck, got myself and Sara to the front of the party.

No matter how many times you go there, the view is always just as breathtaking; but this time, I scarcely even saw it. My heart was pounding like I'd just run a marathon, and I was literally breaking into a sweat despite the chill, that's how nervous I was.

Sara didn't suspect a thing. She moved down the last flight of stone steps to the platform, looking out at the view with the usual wide-eyed expression that it always causes, and I had managed it so that we were able to get to the railing where her sister was before the others had quite reached the deck itself.

I knelt, silently, looking up at Sara as she looked out over the valley. The wind blew her dark hair back away from her lovely face, raising a flush on her cheeks, and she closed her eyes and sighed, apparently never dreaming what I was about to do. Her sister was grinning from ear to ear, snapping away with the camera.

I actually had to swallow, twice, before I could make the words come out, and then, just as I was about to speak, we heard a gasp from our folks, who had just seen us. Sara turned, and her eyes went wide as she looked down at me, wide and filling suddenly with tears. She put her hand to her mouth, and every dang word of the pretty little speech I had planned went right out of my head.

So, I improvised.

"Will you marry me?"

And the next thing I knew, her arms were around my neck and she was sobbing in my ear.

"Yes! Yes, oh yes! Oh, Josh I love you! I love you!"

It was only the wind, of course, that made my eyes start running. I mean, it was chilly, right? And then I was on my feet fumbling with the ring and she was laughing and crying at the same time, and her sister's grin was gonna split her face in two and our families were crowding around and hugs and kisses were flying. My Dad thumped me on the back, and I asked her's formally if I could marry his daughter, I mean I would have, if he hadn't grabbed me in the same kind of hug that her mom was giving her.

And when I asked her when she wanted to be married, she said she wanted to leave it up to me; so, like a genius, I said, "Let's do it right here, in June."

Which brings me right up to now, waiting for her to join me on the deck. I glanced around, for the thousandth time, at the little party of us: my younger siblings (I'm 26, and oldest in a large family), her Mom and sister, a few friends and a photographer.

Oh yes, and my Dad, who was actually going to perform the ceremony. I forgot to mention that he was a preacher himself, and very striking in his black suit.

It was a beautiful, sunny day in late spring. The sky was clear and blue and so very vast; all around the overlook the woods murmured and swayed in the balmy breeze, birdsongs drifted plaintively and the whole world buzzed with life and vitality. I reached up and fidgeted with the collar of my tux, they always make these things too stiff. Like I said before, I felt like I was running hard while standing still, and the height and the sheer vastness of the incredible view, wasn't helping. My best man, Jake, who was also my best friend, smirked at me as I shifted a little on my feet.

"Scared?" he asked with a grin.

I snorted. "You have no idea." Jake was a few years older than me and still single. By choice.

I closed my eyes for a moment, breathing a swift prayer for calmness, and when I opened them, there she was.

You all should know that as an artist, I can safely say I have never seen anyone as lovely as Sara, but at that moment, as she descended the steps on her father's arm, I felt like I was looking into heaven itself. Her white gown fit close to her slender body, hugging the perfect curves of her hips and full bosom, before falling into graceful folds to the ground. I noticed the toes of her wedding shoes peeking shyly out from the hem, and I had to smile inside: if I knew anything about her, they would be sensible, flat-soled pumps. She hated any kind of heels almost as much as I did.

The neckline of her dress was tastefully low, leaving her lovely shoulders bare and showing just the slightest hint of cleavage, but I barely saw these things as I caught her eyes, shaded a bit within her veil but still very plainly shining out at me. My own began to well up again as the tidal wave of emotions crashed over me, what can I possibly say to describe the feelings of that moment? It was life and joy and love and all that is good in this world, rolled into one incredible sensation.

"Wow," I breathed, scared to blink lest she vanish like a dream, and slowly I walked forward to meet her.

She was smiling, bashfully, as her father lifted the veil and kissed her on the cheek, and then gave me a strong but brief hug. He's a big man, and she takes after him, tall for a girl and just a little shorter than me. She glanced at me as I took her hand, and a lovely blush rose on her pale cheeks as she looked at the ground.

I led her to the preacher(my dad), standing there with his Bible open, and all creation sang around us. The ceremony commenced and grew more solemn by the minute.

", and do you, Josh, vow to take this woman to be your wife, to love, honor and cherish her as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," I said, my voice a bit higher and shakier than I intended.

"And do you, Sara, vow to take this man to be your husband, to love, honor and obey him so long as you both shall live?"

She looked into my eyes and smiled. "I do," she whispered.

"Then by the power invested in me by our mutual Faith, I pronounce you man," my Dad looked at me, "and wife." He looked at her, and I swear there was a proud tear in his eye. "You may kiss the bride."

It was our first kiss, we both were virgins, determined to wait. And it was sweet, but kinda awkward too,

And we were now married. She was a week shy of her twentieth birthday.

And now, the part you've all been waiting for! But first, hold up a second. A couple things I wanna point out.

Sara and I were complete virgins, never even kissed before our wedding day. I know that sounds crazy, but it was what we as Christians felt was the best way to do it. However, that does not mean we were ignorant of what we were going to be doing together, heck no. In fact, we had actually exchanged quite a few rather lengthy emails, discussing sex and marriage and what we felt was right and wrong, and being honest and frank with each other as much as we could.

Why do I bring this up? I guess just to make the point that we felt that communication was vitally important to our growth as a couple. Too often I have read and heard of young couples going into the start of their lives together with no clear idea between the two of them as to exactly what their intimacy should look like, which can lead to frustrations and disappointments right off the bat. And while I can truly say that there really is no teacher like experience, a bit of background work beforehand goes a long way in prep for the experience.

So, I suppose my advice to others would be to wait, as far as actually doing anything with each other, but don't be shy in talking about it beforehand. It can make all the difference in the world.

The rest of the day passed by in a bit of a blur. Partly just because of the whirlwind nature of such things, but also undeniably because of the anticipation that we both were definitely feeling. It was like the day was going by too slow and not slow enough, which makes no sense at all, but that's what hormones do, you know? I couldn't stop looking at her, and she kept blushing and smiling whenever she looked at me, which always made every thought fly clean out of mind. With the predictable result that by late afternoon both our families were doing their best to get on the road. And leave us to ourselves.

We had booked a cabin there in the park, and after staying the night we would be heading south for our honeymoon, which would hopefully be less stressful than simply trying to take off at once.

So as the sun was sinking into the west, we said our goodbyes and gave hugs all around, and Sara and her Mom were laughing and crying together, and my Dad grinned at me and shook hands, and then they were all piling into their vehicles there in the parking lot and driving off, and we stood and waved, bathed in the golden glow of the sunset, till they had gone around the bend, and finally, we were alone.

Alone together. What a delightful paradox. I glanced at her, so lovely it made my heart hurt to look at her, and offered my hand. She took it and we slowly walked back to our car, not saying anything, just feeling each other's presence.

I opened her door and she slid gracefully into the seat, and then I went around and got in.

I glanced at her. She looked at me.

"Hey," I said softly, as if meeting her for the first time. "I'm Josh. I'm your husband."

She smiled a very pretty smile. "I'm Sara," she murmured. "I'm your wife."

"You wanna go?" I asked.

She swallowed and nodded a little. Her hands were folded tightly in the lap of her dress, rustling against the satin as she squirmed a little. I know my heartrate was going up, and I had to take a deep breath to quell the sudden nervousness that hit us.

After all this time, we were gonna do it. Finally, no barrier stood between us, and with a rising tide of excitement I revved up and turned down the road to the cabins.

The cabins were small, but very cozy, with a snug living room and open kitchen/dining area, serviced of course by a massive stone fireplace, and the single bedroom and attached bath behind. Before we got there, somebody in our group had already spruced things up, and even had a fire going behind the glass panels, to keep the heat in but let out light.

When we pulled in, I could see the firelight dancing through the windows, and something about the cheery, homey warmth of it gave me an idea. I shut off the engine and got out, opened her door and handed my blushing bride out of the car. She smiled at me again in the gathering evening, and I raised her hand to my lips.

"I love you," I whispered, and then, impulsively I bent and swept her up off her feet. She gave a little shriek and a laugh, and her arms went around my neck to hold her secure, which also gave me a perfect view down into the shadowy cleavage under her dress. I swung her up easily, she's very light, and strode up to the cabin door.

"I know it is only for tonight, but," I said, as I opened the door and stepped in, carrying her across the threshold, "welcome home, my love."

She looked at me and her eyes got teary in the warm light, and she buried her head in my neck with a little sigh. I carried her to the door of the bedroom, and as I set her down I saw that the end table lamps where the only lights on, creating a soft, warm light that was perfectly gentle.

We stepped into the room, her in that lovely wedding dress and me in my white tux, and just stood there for a moment, looking around. The silence was deafening, and I thought for sure she could hear the blood pounding in my ears.

The warm light played softly across her features as she quietly looked around the room. The skin of her shoulders and neck was so smooth, so inviting, I just wanted to kiss her and take her right then. But I was extremely nervous; this was the first time I had ever been alone with a woman, a woman I had a right to, and my mouth went dry.

She was standing beside the bed, kind of just looking at it, when I gently laid my hands on her shoulders from behind. Sara jumped and gasped, looking back at me with her blue eyes wide and dark, and the skin under my hands was so warm and soft and smooth,

"Hey," I murmured gently. "You okay?"

Sara nodded, shortly, looking back at the bed, and I could see her chest rising and falling quickly. I gently caressed her shoulders, and she let out a little moan as her head fell back.

"Just, take it slow, please?" she asked, her voice unsteady. "I'm, uh, a little nervous."

"Of course, my love." I leaned in and gave her a little kiss on the side of her neck, the feel of her skin against my lips made me suddenly dizzy. "We have all the time in the world."

She leaned back against me with a sigh, tilting her head to allow me better access to her soft, inviting neck, and I was suddenly very aware of her arse cheeks, gently resting against me.

Somehow my pants seemed to have gotten a bit tighter all of a sudden,

"Tell you what," I said then, raising my head to look into our reflection in the mirror that, only now, I noticed was on the other side of the bed. "Why don't we shower first, together?"

She caught her breath with a little gasp and bit her bottom lip as she nodded at my reflection. "I'd like that. But first," she twisted around in my arms like fluid satin and slid her arms up around my neck: "Kiss me."

Her lips were a heartbeat away from mine, and I could feel her breath as her chest began heaving again. I gazed deep into her eyes, and slowly lowered my lips to hers, and we kissed, a real kiss, for the first time.

It was indescribable. It was like heaven and fire and light and sound. It unmade me and forged me anew, the soft touch of her full lips, so warm and gentle, and it was like coming home and being left out in the dark at the same time, at once satisfying and yet leaving me voraciously empty and yearning for more.

It was like being re-born.

Her eyes drifted shut and she melted against me, a soft moan escaping her as I gathered her in my arms. She fit so perfectly; her beautiful body molded against mine as if we had been designed for each other. Her head tilted and our lips slid back and forth, tasting, yearning, drinking deeply of each other, until somehow my tongue touched her lips.

She gasped into my mouth and her eyes flew open. "What was that?"

I chuckled, or I tried to. In truth we were both breathing too heavily to talk coherently, and before I could say anything she glued her lips to mine again, open this time and tentatively exploring, and our tongues met and danced.

She whimpered, and my knees felt suddenly weak; she sagged against me and her lips writhed against mine, her fingers going up into my hair while I clasped her waist tightly to me, dimly noticing her breasts crushing against my chest.

I don't know how long we stood there like that, but it felt like an age before we came back up for air, gasping and panting and flushed. At least, she was flushed, a lovely blush suffusing her brow and bosom, and her lips swollen and parted, I imagine I looked about the same.

"Wow," she murmured, trying to get her breath. "What was that?" She giggled, and I chuckled breathlessly, and suddenly we were laughing in each other's arms.

She rested her head on my chest, and I wrapped my arms closer around her. We just stood, swaying gently, and then she looked up at me with tears in her eyes. "Thank you," she whispered, her soft hand caressing my face.

"Um, for what?" I asked.

She smiled. "For loving me." She cocked her head coquettishly. "You do love me, right?"

I grinned. "Always."

"Say it," she demanded.

"Say what?" I played innocent.

"Say you love me, dummy!" she mock glared at me.

"You love me," I said obediently, and then caught her off guard as my fingers raced up her flanks, tickling her soundly. She jumped and shrieked with surprise, laughing hard and squirming in my arms.

"Stop! Stop it!" she gasped, twisting and out of breath. She finally caught my hands and held them, and looked up into my eyes. I leaned a little closer and whispered in her ear,

"From the moment I first saw you, playing that violin, I knew you were for me. And I have loved you since long before that, I just didn't have a face to add to the soul I already knew was out there. You are my everything, my one, the woman I have been looking for my whole life."

 I paused, and now there were happy tears in her eyes again. "I love you."

She looked so adorable, with her long dark hair up in the back but a few locks loose and flowing around her face, her bare shoulders gleaming in the gentle light, and a look of yearning happiness on her face. I caught her in my arms and swung her around, off her feet, the same way I had seen that guy do at the convention, and her lips met mine again as I set her down.

"Now," I said once we disconnected. "How about that shower?"

She loosed a quick breath, and nodded. "Typical man," she said, trying to sound cocky but betrayed by the breathlessness of her tone. "Just wanting to see me naked."

It was supposed to be a playful taunt, but it came out with a gasp and the tension suddenly rose exponentially. I knew she was nervous, but there was a wild desire in her eyes, a molten fire burning and desperately trying to get out. For my part, well, my hands were starting to shake a little as we moved toward the bathroom.

Just as we reached the door, I impulsively grabbed her arse through her dress, and squeezed, not hard enough to hurt but not gently either. She gasped aloud and her back arched involuntarily, as she actually bent forward a little. Her hands clutched at the door frame, and she moaned as I kneaded her flesh, probing and digging a little, and I could see her trembling.

She was completely vulnerable, and we both knew it.

My heart was pounding and my mouth had gone dry again. I had never touched a woman like this before, and my brain was going into sensory overload, and we hadn't even taken off our clothes yet. She looked at me over her shoulder, and the raging desire in her eyes was almost enough to undo me, but there was a look of fear, too, or perhaps just apprehension, that made me stop and lean forward to kiss her again. She was so delicate, so beautiful, and a part of me wanted to ravish her on the spot, to take her as mine and claim her deeply.

But I couldn't bear the thought of hurting her, and we had agreed to take it slow. I tried to think of her as a rose, a flower that needed gentle care and nurturing to reach its blossoming.

The bathroom was one of the most luxurious features of the cabin, and with good reason: this one was called the honeymoon suite, of sorts, and whoever had designed it had that in mind.

There were variable lights, that could be dimmed or brightened, and the walls gleamed softly with the golden ambiance of polished pine. A thick, soft mat rested upon the floor before the sunken bathtub, which was made of smooth flagstone and actually rested a little below the level of the floor, with steps leading down into it. And I didn't know this at first, but the stone walls around it had heating elements built in, because few things are more uncomfortable than a cold stone shower. It had dual sprayers and room for sharing.

The space wasn't really large, but there was room for us both to stand a few feet apart and be able to move around; and as we stood there and looked at each other yet again, it felt like there was a warm, comforting cocoon around us both.

Sara's eyes were dark in the soft light, and a very beautiful flush was stealing across her cheeks. It was time, and we knew it.

She reached up and pulled the pin out of her hair, and with a gentle shake of her head her lovely dark tresses tumbled down around her face. She peeked out of them as I shrugged off my jacket, and then loosened and removed my tie. There were hooks in the back of the door, and I turned and hung them up as she sat down on the toilet to remove her shoes.

There was something intensely cute about her bare toes, peeping out from under her hem when she stood up, and it distracted me as I kicked off my shoes and unbuttoned my shirt. Sara seemed to be trying not to look at me, whether out of bashfulness or nerves I wasn't sure, but I heard her gasp quietly as I pulled off my shirt and dropped it to the floor.

I am by no means a muscular kind of guy, but I do work hard and I don't carry any extra weight, and I guess it shows. I gave her a little smile and undid my belt, and her eyes got wide and she blushed furiously when I shoved my pants down and stepped out of them.

I stood still for a moment, in just my boxers, and tried to act like I wasn't scared clean out of my skin, no pun intended. But my heart was pounding and I had a hard time controlling my breathing.

Sara watched me with her wide eyes, and when I didn't move, she seemed to remember she was still wearing her dress. Languidly she turned, and, drawing her hair forward to expose the nape of her neck, she bowed her head a little and whispered, "Undress me please."

I gulped and my whole core clenched. I stepped up close behind her and oh so gently breathed on the back of her neck. She shivered and gave a little gasp, and I brought my hands up to the small zipper at the base of her neck. I swear the darned little thing got even smaller as I fumbled with it, my fingers suddenly too big and clumsy, and internally I berated the fashion designers who made stuff like this so ridiculously hard to handle.

But it was only a moment, and then I was watching, almost like I was someone else, as my hand was drawing the zipper down, slowly exposing a widening sliver of skin. She trembled as it slowly ventured southward, past the band of her strapless bra and on down to the small of her back, rounding the back of her black lace panties. Her hands instinctively went to the front of her dress to hold it up. The curve of her spine was so lovely, and my fingers, brushing against the skin of her back, made her gasp and shiver with every touch. I couldn't have spoken to save my life: I was breathing hard and fast, through my clenched teeth.

To be continued.

By AarontheBaron for Literotica

Based on a post by MrJack. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.

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