July 18, 2024

The Virgin Couple’s Wedding Night: Part 1

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The Virgin Couple’s

Wedding Night: Part 1

A chaste couple’s

epiphany of pleasures.

From the Awakening, By Estcher Listen to thePodcast at Steamy Stories.

My name was Emma Mary Fiore Amato. Now I proudly carry my husband's name:

Emma May Fiore Williams. My brand new, gorgeous, and sexy husband is Daniel

Christopher Williams. He's African American and I am Italian American.

We met in the University of California San Diego (UCSD) as freshmen. We

dated despite my reservations of dating a black man. I was not a fan of

unwanted attention and being seen with him at school and downtown caused eyes

to stare. The United States is rampant with racism. It's everywhere and

palatable and real in every sense. It vibrates across social norms and in the

media and sometimes openly on the street.

But I was attracted to Daniel right away. We shared a class together and the

first time I walked into the classroom, and I saw him, my heart had skipped a

beat. He had felt the same way. It wasn't until a month later that he summoned

the nerve to ask me out. We went to a dinner down at Liberty Station and then

walked the boardwalk past where the San Salvador replica galleon was being made

and along the inner harbour.

It was a lovely first date. Afterward, he kissed me outside my dormitory,

and I kissed him back and told him I would like to go out again. He was so

pleased.

Daniel is gorgeous. He's my height but very slim. He keeps his hair short

and has a short-cropped beard. He wears black rimmed glasses. He does a little

gym and a little cardio. Not a lot, but just enough to keep him fit. He's

strong. His ass is golden.

I was first attracted to his eyes. His glasses have a way of making them

larger than life and they pulled me in. His dark skin enhancing the white of

his eyes and his lovely teeth past his full lips. That first kiss outside my

dorm had melted me.

On our second date I admitted I was a devout Catholic, being a proper

Italian American girl. Sex was not allowed outside the marital chamber. I could

tell he was devastated. We could both feel the attraction to one another. A

look from him would get me all tingly. I was a regular at the confessional at

my church, admitting my sin and lust. I would accept my penance and say my

prayers kneeling at a pew, gazing with adoration to the figure of Christ above

the altar, counting my prayers on my rosary.

Throughout our years at UCSD we were never apart. Our love life was

constrained to kissing throughout our freshman year, to a little petting during

our sophomore and junior years, and as seniors we had performed oral sex on

each other a couple of times. My penance for that consisted of working at

various soup kitchens in the Gaslamp District of San Diego. Daniel joined me

and I think I truly fell in love with him when he did. He shared my penance and

I rejoiced.

My parents were shocked when I had introduced Danial to them. They aren't

racist, but they had hoped I would meet someone "more like me", my

mother had said. But it was too late for me. I adored Daniel and together we

were wonderful. In time, they accepted our relationship. It helped that Daniel

was so well spoken and so intelligent. They could see the good in him and

although he was Baptist by his christening, he believed in God and that was

enough for my parents to accept him.

It was so hard not to cave into our sexual desires. We wanted each other so

terribly badly. But I was a good Catholic girl and took my faith very

seriously. Daniel understood and somehow, he stayed with me throughout college.

Our friends always tried to pressure us. My girlfriends thought I was archaic;

disillusioned about values they said no longer applied in the modern world. His

friends were no better, urging him to leave me for "someone better".

By the end of college, we had few friends, but by that point in our

relationship, I only needed Daniel and he only needed me.

We decided to wait until our careers started before we took things any

further with our relationship. He started work at an architectural firm in San

Diego, and I accepted an accounting position out in Coronado. One year later he

proposed to me. My heart soared on that day, and I will never forget it. It had

been magical and perfect, and I accepted right away, and he spun me around.

My parents had known. Daniel has asked them for my hand in marriage and they

had happily agreed. We set a date for end summer, and I dove into planning and

preparations. My only remaining girlfriend, a friend from church, became my

bridesmaid and helped with everything.

The wedding was beautiful. Standing before my future husband in front of God

and my family and friends and making my vows was the most beautiful thing I had

ever done. He looked so gorgeous in his tuxedo. I never loved him more. We said

our vows, exchanged rings, and then he kissed me in front of everybody.

Claiming me as his bride and wife.

I felt liberated. He was now my husband. Everything we had always wanted to

do for the past five years were now open to us. We could consummate our

marriage and love. Over and over again. I walked back down the aisle, a woman

and a wife, and my pussy couldn't have been wetter. Lust ran over me in waves

and I gripped Daniel's hand so tightly.

The rest of the day and evening went by in a blur. I had to watch the video

later to see just how much of a good time we had. But mostly I watched how

Daniel and I looked at each other. Everyone said we looked with such love at

each other. In truth, we were looking at each other with unbridled lust.

Then, thankfully, we exited the reception to cheering family and friends and

entered the limo my father had provided, and we were whisked away to our hotel.

In the morning, we were heading to Hawai'i for our honeymoon. But tonight.

Tonight, I would become my man's woman. He would take me and complete me.

I don't recall checking in, or the elevator ride to our suite, or Daniel

carrying me in his arms across the threshold to our suite. What I remember is tearing

off our clothes and collapsing on the large California King bed. Later, I would

peel rose petals off my flesh and Daniel's.

I was a good Catholic girl. I had followed my faith, confessed my sins, and

did my penance. But now? Now I was married and in the eyes of God, I would and

could pleasure my husband. I knew the scripture. My chains were removed.

"Wives, be subject to your husbands, as to the Lord. For

the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his

body, and is himself its Saviour. As the church is subject to Christ, so let

wives also be subject in everything to their husbands." (Eph.

5:22--24).

My mother had given me advice the day before the wedding. She said it was a

long tradition and I would do the same for my daughter one day. She had held my

hands and spoke to me as one wife to her daughter bride. She passed on to me

the secrets of a happy marriage that the priest had never mentioned during our

marriage preparation classes at the church. She spoke openly of things I would

need to learn to do. And often, she had said. And willingly. Her attention to

detail was unnerving to me but I listened to everything. Some things she said

were frightening, sounding foul, but my mother laughed and told me to wait and

see.

"Your father loves me just as much as the day we married, Emma,"

she said, holding my hands and looking into my eyes. "Every day I let him

know I need him and want him. To be intimate with him and he does the same for

me. Marriages fail when that stops. There will be times you don't feel the need

or desire. You must fight that. Embrace him. Kiss him. Fondle him. Whisper in

his ear that he is your everything and his will is yours to fulfil. Do you

understand?"

I nodded, biting my lip. I think I understood. My mother laughed at my

expression.

"Wake him with your mouth in the morning. Not every day. But some days

or it will become routine. Pleasure him. Take his seed inside you. Swallow his

love. It can be daunting. You'll get used to it. He is your man, and his seed

will be yours. Claim it. Only you can receive it through your marriage. Don't

make him regret choosing you over all others.

"And seek your own pleasure. You should never regret choosing him. He

should willingly pleasure you with his mouth. Accept it and bask in it. It is

your husband claiming what is his by marriage. Your womanhood will pleasure

him. So trim down there, okay? Did your bridesmaid take you to the salon?"

I nodded, feeling heat rush to my face. I had been waxed. It had hurt so

badly, but I had found pleasure in it in a small way which frightened me. I

nodded at my mother.

"Good. And all the way between your legs?"

I nodded again, feeling more heat.

"Do you know what sodomy is?"

I nodded feeling horror.

"My priest told me before I was married that sodomy is a sin between

men," said my mother, looking hard at me.

"Yes, mamma."

"And he added it does not concern marital relations between man and

wife."

"Mamma!" I said in shock. I thought of her and dad. "Did you

and poppa...?"

"Oh, yes, Emma. Otherwise, you would have a lot more siblings rather

than just you."

"What?"

"You'll need to watch your cycle. Avoid pregnancies. Anal sex is the

best way to do that when you are ovulating."

I stared at my mother. Questions raced through my thoughts faster than I

could fully formulate and finish them.

"I enjoy it, Emma. Pleasuring your father gives me pleasure. Be

patient. Try it for yourself. Push past the initial pain and I think you will

be surprised. Do this for your husband. For you."

I couldn't speak.

"Throughout your marriage your husband should want to take you all the

time, correct?"

"Y-yes."

"Invite him to take you. Place yourself at his mercy. Let him claim

that which is his by marriage."

"Mamma!"

"And take him when you want, Emma. You are equals in this, despite what

the scriptures say. This is a partnership. If you lust after him, take him. If

he lusts after you, give yourself to him. Do this, this simple thing, and your

marriage will be full of such love and last for eternity. You will join

yourselves in heaven and find such blessings. I'm so happy for you, Emma.

Daniel is a beautiful man. Your children will be beautiful."

"Thank you, mamma."

"One more thing. Are you still intact?"

I knew what she meant. My hymen had been lost as a teenager doing simple

girlish things. Mine opened riding my bike. I shook my head at my mother.

"No, mamma."

"And I know you are a virgin. I am so proud of you, Emma. I saw how

hard it was for you throughout college. Tomorrow night, you give him your

everything. What you do with your husband in your bed, will please God.

Everything your heart desires. Put your soul into it, Emma. Seize your pleasure

and his, okay?"

"Mamma? Did nonna give you this same advice?"

"No. I had to learn the hard way. I promised myself I would not let my

own daughter go into her marriage bed unprepared. We have more to discuss. Are

you okay with all this?"

"Yes, momma. I'm uncomfortable, but thankful."

"Okay, we still have a lot to cover. Like how to truly pleasure your

husband with your mouth. Places on his body you need to explore..."

"Explore? Like what?"

Mother chuckled. "I'm warming up to this now. Your father has always

had the best sex with me. It's okay Emma! You came from our love! Now, the

penis is a strange thing at first. Daniel is likely very large. But a man's

pleasure also comes from his nipples, and his scrotum and testicles. Play with

them. Lightly! So very lightly! And below them. Pay attention there. And below

that, too. Do you understand where I am talking about?"

She meant his asshole. I was horrified.

"Make sure he is clean. You, too. Take the time to keep yourself fresh

down there. Inside a man is a place. You'll need to find it. Put a finger

inside, find it, rub it."

"Momma!"

"Hush, you have much the same place inside you. Teach him to find it.

Your bodies will be one, once married. There is no shame. It is the beauty of

sex between a married couple. Seek your pleasure and give your pleasure. There

is so much on the Internet. Watch with him. Learn together."

"Yes, momma. Do you do all these things with poppa?"

"Oh, God, yes. We're older now and we have slowed down. But yes. We

still do. I adore your father and his body. Have you ever seen us fight? Not

speak to one another?"

"No, momma." And it was true. The love between my parents was

there for all to see. They constantly hugged and kissed. I've seen them mildly

grope each other. I've heard them through the bedroom walls. I only could pray

my marriage would be as close to the beauty of theirs. With my mother's advice

I think I now knew how. If I could be brave enough.

"And now the more mundane things. You and Daniel will be equal in all

things. You are not some toy or trophy the bible would have you believe. The

bible was written by some seriously misogynistic men..."

My memory of that first night with Daniel is seared into my soul. I

subjected myself to my husband. My heart soared. My soul sang. I praised God.

I stood fully naked before my husband, and he stood naked before me. I am a

beautiful woman. Many men have lusted after me. But I was only for my husband,

and I stood proudly before him, exposed so willingly for the first time to his

gaze. I watched his eyes devour me. He stared into my brown eyes first and I'm

sure he saw the same lust as I saw in his. His gaze slowly drifted down and

lingered on my breasts. My nipples were tight and painful, lifting to the sky.

I saw him lick his lips and delight filled me. So far, he did not look

disappointed. His eyes roamed over my flat stomach and then lower.

He stared long and hard at my perfectly waxed pussy. I had left a small,

heart-shaped, tuft of my fur on my mound. My wetness trickled down my thigh and

it tickled. I saw him lick his lips with his hunger and it thrilled me. I felt

exposed. Wanton. But I was married, and this was my husband. A smile crossed my

lips.

I was awakening to my lust and hunger, and it thrilled me. I stared equally

back at my husband. We had done some things together. Fully clothed. I had let

him taste me a few times. My penance for that had been the soup kitchens. And I

had put him in my mouth a few times. I had never swallowed, though. I had spat

it out, shame filling me, knowing I disappointed him. But I could not take his

sperm inside me until we were married.

But now I stared at his slim figure. His brown skin glistened in the dim

light of the room. His chest was lightly sprinkled with dark hair, and I

couldn't wait to feel my exposed breasts and nipples rubbing against it. He

lacked a defined six pack, but his stomach was toned and flat. My eyes traced

that delicious area below his stomach that lowered to his penis. The smooth

skin demanded my mouth.

And I stared at his penis. I had stroked it before. Sucked it before. Did

penance for it before. But now I could see it in all its glory. Black men are

endowed and so was my husband. It was long and thick and stood hard and

standing straight out from his body. The tip glistened with moisture. Veins ran

along its length. Below it hung his heavy testicles. His manhood was displayed

for me, and I knew tonight he would put it inside me and fill me. It was darker

than the rest of him. The head was large and round and was even darker.

My ebony husband was panting for me. He wanted the pleasure only I could

bring to him. And I wanted his in return. After my talk with my mother, I did a

little research. Watched pornography that showed how to pleasure a man fully.

Another trickle of my wetness ran down my thigh and I shivered at the

tickle. My husband watched it and his eyes widened.

"My husband," I purred. "I am so wet for you. You are so hard

for me."

"Emma, you are gorgeous. Seeing you walking down the aisle in that

dress? Oh my God, the angels were jealous, baby. All eyes were on you, but you

only had eyes for me."

I had stared at him the whole way down the aisle. My papa handed me over and

when I had stood before Daniel, my legs threatened to fail me. My love for him

in that moment had risen above everything I thought I could reach. And I could

see the same reflected back at me.

"And you, my Daniel, you looked so handsome. The perfect man. My man.

My husband."

Daniel was losing himself in his lust for me. He was shaking, and so was I.

"Tonight, we will make love, Daniel. I've wanted this for years. I give

my everything to you. Do you understand?"

He shook his head.

"We are married now. My body--all of it--is yours to pleasure yourself

with. And I will pleasure myself with you. Over and over, again and

again."

"My God, Emma. You are so beautiful. Look at you! A gorgeous Italian

beauty! I love you so much. I am the luckiest man in the world that you could

love me as I love you."

"And you are my ebony stud. You are so beautiful to me, Daniel. I have

lusted after you since the first day we met. Do you remember?"

"How could I forget? Freshman year. Sitting in class, and in walks the

woman of my dreams! A vision. So elegant and poised. I knew then I wanted to

marry you."

"You did?"

"Oh, yes. It was love at first sight. I would have waited my entire

life to be with you."

"Wait no longer, my love. I am yours. Take me. Take all of me. Whatever

you desire. Anything."

"Anything? What do you mean?"

"All my body is yours now, Daniel. And all your body is mine. I mean to

take it. I want you to take me, in any way you imagine. But first, I want you

to make love to me. To enter me. To cum inside me and seal our marriage in our

pleasure and love. I want to lie back and feel you enter me."

"Okay," replied Daniel, simply. His eyes looked wild.

I moved to him, crossing the distance in two steps, and pressed myself to

him. My mouth found his with hunger and I groaned at the feel of his hard cock

pressing between us, reaching up past my belly button. We kissed, our tongues

dancing, our hands caressing and exploring. His fingers found my wet slit and

slid down along my clit and into my depths. I groaned into his mouth and

reached down and took his hard, hot penis into my gentle hand. I stroked him,

savouring the glorious hardness and maleness of him.

We shuffled to the bed and flopped down hard on our sides. We squirmed our

way further up the bed until we found the pillows. Rose petals clung to us. All

that existed was his body and mine and the pleasures we would pull from one

another.

I found myself on my back, my legs spread in a delicious wanton way I was

now free to enjoy. Daniel crawled up between my legs until he lay on me, his

cock pressed against my wet labia, spreading them apart and rubbing deliciously

on my clit. We necked hard. My tongue driving into his mouth with desire. His

tongue rammed into my mouth, and we sucked on each other's tongues, swallowing

our spit, and sinking into each other's souls.

My mind was purely on my vagina. An ache I hadn't felt before burned down

there. My pussy felt more alive than ever before. I was intimately aware of

every little feeling. Wetness poured from me. I could feel the rivulets

escaping me. My pussy felt like it was opening on its own. Spreading for my

husband. My man. My lover. My best friend in the whole wide world.

The righteousness of it overwhelmed my emotions. I sobbed happy tears. I

held Daniel's beautiful face in my hands and pressed my lips against his plump,

full, sexual lips. Lips I wanted all over my body, tracing his tongue into

places I had only dreamed of. And thanks to my mother's words--and a little bit

of research--I knew what I wanted to do and taste.

Daniel shifted his hips. I felt his enormous cock head press against my

opening.

"Wait!" I said, pushing on his shoulders. "I want to watch

you enter me for the first time! Please!"

To be continued, By Estcher

for Literotica

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