The day of the wedding dawned bright and clear. The house was in a chaotic bustle. Evelyn had patched up things with her husband, at least on the surface, and played her part with aplomb. The flowers looked beautiful and all the older women agreed Mrs. Ruby had done her daughter proud; this was one of the nicest weddings in a long time.
Kay made her entrance on her father's arm, walked with dignity down the aisle, kissed him on the cheek and entrusted herself to Davey. He smiled at her.
During the ceremony Davey dropped the ring but was quick enough to catch it before it hit the carpeting so practically no one knew what had happened. He spoke up loud and clear when it came time to say "I do."
Mrs. Endicott had prepared herself almost more rigorously than Kay had and was in what was for her, fine voice.
"She's one of the bride's mother's oldest friends and has been planning since Kay was born to sing at her wedding," was the explanation whispered through the church. Everyone was satisfied then that it was truly one of the loveliest weddings in many a year.
To the triumphal strains of Mendelssohn, the newlyweds turned, and arm in arm went down the center aisle of the church. The somber serious part was over and happy smiles beamed on every face. Kay and Davey nodded to friends and relatives they had not seen in years. It was about halfway down the aisle that Kay lost her breath.
There, on the groom's side, was the man who had the boat rental place. She turned beet red and barely retained her smile. The man who had fucked her while the ice cream melted in his car seemed not to recognize her. His face never changed expression.
"Davey," Kay whispered through a permanent smile, "who is that good-sized man in the brown suit with the yellow tie next to the lady in the big hat?"
"That's my Uncle Gene… He has the boat concession out at the lake. Why?"
All through the reception Kay was miserable. She knew how much the wedding meant to her folks and their guests so she went through the motions, everyone making the excuse that she must be nervous and excited and it was only natural she seemed to be dazed. Her smile turned plastic and never came off.
"Gosh, honey, what's wrong?"
"Kay, dear, it's time for you to lead the dancing."
"What's the matter with you?"
"You're the most beautiful bride I've ever seen."
"Thank you, Aunt Sarah."
"Kay, what is bugging you?"
"I want to be as beautiful a bride as you when I grow up, cousin Kay."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you."
"Children, you'll have to start the dancing."
While Davey moved her into the center of the floor and held her in his arms to the music the guests broke into applause. Kay broke, too, and cried uncontrollably on Davey's chest. Everyone thought it was just too sweet for words. Kay, however, felt her heart breaking and the world, her world, coming to an ignominious end.
"Davey, oh, Davey! I lied to you. I wasn't experienced. I was a virgin."
This was a bolt out of the blue to Davey and he missed the beat of the music. Conscious of all the eyes on them he manfully continued dancing and smiling even though his eyes changed from happy to concerned. He turned them a lot so no one would get a chance to see their faces for too long at a time.
Through his now plastered-on smile he asked her why she'd said, "'Was a virgin?' What had happened in the few days since then?"
"I practiced, Davey, I practiced so I'd be the kind of wife you wanted."
"Stop crying, people will notice. Why are you telling me all this now? You kept it a secret, you could have gone on keeping it a secret."
"But… one of the men I practiced with is…"
"Who?"
"Your Uncle Gene!"
Kay burst into sobs and buried her head in his neck. The other couples danced by smiling and beaming and offering congratulations.
Davey spoke in a soft patient whisper, "Did you think I would be so foolish that I couldn't have loved you even if you were not experienced?"
"But I'd lied to you. That was what really worried me."
"Come on."
Their families had each rented a room in the hotel where the wedding reception was being held so they could change clothes. Davey walked past his father, almost dragging Kay behind him.
"Dad, give me the key to the room upstairs."
"What do you need it for son?"
"We're going on our honeymoon right now!"
His dumbfounded father dropped the key into his hand and his son didn't even say thank you, he just grabbed his wife and double-timed out of the hall.
Elevator passengers were surprised to see a bawling bride and a stern-faced groom, his chin set like granite, waiting for the doors to the tenth floor to open.
He dragged her down the carpeted halls so speedily she had to skip to keep up, her veil stretched out behind her, and she kicked over the trays of used dishes set outside the doors.
Inside the room Kay broke down completely and lay on the bed sobbing.
"Shut up and get that gown off. I'm going to fuck you so Goddamn thoroughly all the practice you broke your back to get in before the wedding will be like child's play compared to the fucking you'll be getting from now on. Strip, Mrs. Randal, right this fuckin' minute! Get that off!"
"I can't, by myself."
Exasperated and sweating at the temples, Davey unhooked and unbuttoned her beautiful gown down the back. He left it lying on the floor along with his own garments.
He flung his naked bride on the bed.
"Davey, don't hurt me! Don't!"
"You damn fool, I love you! I'm not going to hurt you. This is us. I don't care if you are virgin, non-virgin, pregnant, a nymphomaniac, if you secretly want to be a nun or whatever. You're going to be mine and you're going to enjoy it!"
Kay was terrified. Davey had never acted this way before.
"You're going to see a lot of this cock; examine it very closely."
Davey let the craving which was hardening his cock control his whole body. He took his hands out of her hair and guided Kay to her feet. When she was standing up he slowly took the remaining pins out of her hair; they had been left behind when he tore the veil from her head. Her wedding bouquet was lying on the floor, she'd never gotten to throw it to Lucy as they'd planned. Staring at her impassioned husband's cock rising, she didn't even remember the flowers.
Davey saw full succulent breasts, her aureoles beginning to stand out. A strand of her shiny hair hung down one breast. Her tummy was flat and soft and her hips spread out in inviting curves. The hair on her pudenda was just a shade darker than her long silken tresses but looked just as soft. Her legs were streamlined ending in dainty feet. Involuntarily, his cock jerked.
Kay obediently stared right into his crotch, then raised her eyes to his face. His jaw was grinding. His arms went around her, and he had her up off her feet in a flash. He carried her to the bed. Kay lay on her back watching his cock bouncing but she couldn't see any details; it was just a blur.
Davey had one foot up on the bed and suddenly he was standing on the bed above her, looking down at her naked body. When his swaying cock came to a halt she was able to realize its true proportions. The red monster was impressively long and its whole length was fat. Its swelling head was much larger than its shaft and was heart shaped. It stood out from his muscular body just like an artist would draw a phallic symbol. His heart skipped a beat.
Davey wiggled his feet to keep his balance on the bed. His cock was radiating heat, it was so excited.
Kay lay looking up at him. Her tongue was sliding out of her lips. Davey understood why she had practiced; she loved him. She was a full-blooded woman who deserved to be satisfied and she expected her husband to be satisfied, too. He laughed silently to himself to realize he had been so concerned with his own fears and trepidations he had not considered her anxieties.
Kay tossed her head to remove a strand of hair from her face. That movement broke the last bit of restraint Davey had left. He jumped onto his knees and straddled her torso. His cock was resting between her ballooning breasts. He leaned down and smeared his face over hers. The heat from their bodies led each of them from one position to another. He squeezed her lips between his. He gently slid his hands down her sides and squeezed her shoulders. He licked her cheeks and kissed her eyes.
Kay slapped her hands on his hips and ran her tongue around in a circle on his neck. She held her mouth open until he would put something, anything, into it. He put his chin in it. She sucked on his chin and then her wet lips crawled into his mouth and she counted his teeth with her tongue.
Davey grabbed handfuls of her hair and rubbed it all over his body. This put his cock over her face and she kissed it violently. It was glistening at the tip and whatever the liquid was, she wanted it in her. She strained her neck to get out from between his thighs long enough to close her lips over the end of is cock and suck it in. She didn't want to know what the pre-seminal fluid was, it was his and that was all she cared about.
Her fingertips sailed over the surface of his balls as she sipped the nectar from his cock. They were tight little knots in a tight shriveled pocket of skin. It felt good to skim her fingertips over the furrows of his scrotum.
She stuck her tongue out and flicked at his pendulous sack. Davey let out a low moan, his hands found her shoulders, and he forced her into the bed. He was strong, she knew that, but she didn't realize how much stronger his passion made him. Davey rode his hips back and forth, dragging his balls over her mouth. She tried to suck on them to draw them into her mouth, but he made bigger movements and his orbs went up her cheek, over her eyes, across her face and back again. They came to rest on her mouth once more.
When he stood up he looked so tall she couldn't see above his waist. From between his legs his long cock with its shapely head could be seen. She gazed at it past the arch of his ass which was toward her. He'd turned his back on her so she couldn't see how much her tender ball-kissing had effected him. He was practically in tears with happiness.
Davey's hands slid down her stomach and into the hairs on her triangle. His fingers tried to move between her coral flanges. He could hold back no longer.
He dropped to his knees and buried his face in her cunt. He had never had his face in a pussy as sweet. He wanted to learn just as she had learned, he wanted to explore every inch of her – instantly.
Davey's tongue worked feverishly to explore every part of her cunt. It was warm and moist. It was softer than he had expected. He turned down his intenseness because he felt if he pressed too hard it would hurt her. He didn't want to do that.
Davey was surprised by a new sensation. He was kneeling over her body in the classic sixty-nine position. His ass was being caressed so he thought she was running her fingers around his buttocks. After a moment he realized she wasn't, she was putting her lips on his asshole. Kay was kissing his asshole. The realization made him twitch.
"Ahhhh!"
The shock had caused his sphincter to flex and his ass made the same movement her lips did. Kay was lost in the feeling and clasped her lips even harder against the tiny puckered opening. She forced her face into his ass. He was ecstatic. He lapped and ate and sucked and shoved his tongue into her cunt. He fished for her clit with all his energy.
When Kay withdrew her face to breathe, he spun off her body, turned himself around on the bed, lay flat on top of her and smothered her face in wet kisses. He ran his tongue throughout her mouth and clasped his arms around her delicate body, rolled backward and forward on the bed, entangling their legs in abandoned frenzy.
Their kisses were a confused give and take. Their bodies seemed to melt into one unit.
Davey felt the hardness of her nipples against his flesh. He slid down her body so his mouth could suck on her tempting flesh. He ran his tongue around her aureole, sucked it into his mouth and gummed it gently. Her sighs and moanings were a symphony of pleasure.
He moved his leg back and forth to rub his cock against her leg. It felt good rolling against her flesh. After he'd buried his face between her pink breasts and had blown air against her chest he examined it thoroughly with the tip of his tongue. Her tightening abdominal muscles drew him farther down to her cunt and he ran through thousands of silky hairs with his hungry tongue.
Davey nipped every now and then with his lips, then he concentrated on putting his mouth against her cunt, trying to match its shape with his lips and fucking it with them. When he had his lips in as deeply as they would go, he stuck his tongue out. He hit it!
There at the top of her cunt was that little hard knob. Lovingly, he rubbed his upper lip against it, holding her tightly to his face by placing his large strong hands on her, soft hips. He forced his face into her pussy, moved in and out with his lips, lapping on her inner flesh with his tongue. Each thrust was rubbing her clit a little harder. It was sturdy to bend and snap back. He got a rhythm going with his action and kept it up.
"Oh, Davey, oh darling, darling!"
Kay's eyes had popped open when he first made contact with her clitoris. It was sobering to her, but only for half a second. She'd never known this feeling. It was something new she'd never learned. She was proud and glad Davey knew more than she did.
Unconsciously, she began gyrating her hips and opening her legs farther to accommodate his strong jaw and forceful lips. What he was rubbing against her was beyond her guessing. She didn't have time to think about it, it was so good! Davey was pulling on her clit, stretching it.
"Oh. Oh. OH! Yes."
Davey's nose was holding her cunt-lips apart so he could get even more of his mouth into her cunt and work her clit more aggressively. His face was awash with the secretions of her inner flanges. It was exciting him to have them flow over his lips and right into his mouth. He sucked more. He pushed more. Kay was moaning uncontrollably. He was making red marks with his fingers on her ass, yet he wouldn't bring his face out. He wanted to suffocate in her pussy.
Kay squeezed one breast and rubbed his head with her other hand. Her head tossed from side to side. She had no sensations but the ones he was producing by eating her cunt. She wondered if he was ever going to get around to fucking her.
Davey had circled around her leg and found himself hugging it. He was so excited by her thigh he drew his face out of her dripping cunt. He planted slobbery kisses all over her sensitive inner thigh with its few dark hairs. The top of his head was up to her cunt and the strange texture of a man's hair rubbing against it felt good to her, especially in her excited condition. She was so on fire with passion she was barely able to breathe.
Kay pulled her leg up and he released the bear hug he had on it. She tossed back her long hair and thrust her face down on his crotch, searching with her eyes closed for the end of his long cock so she could wash it in her mouth.
Her mouth slid over the swollen head of his manhood and moved slowly till she had it securely in her mouth. She breathed through her nose till she felt confident enough to let more of his cock slip into her warm mouth. Her lips slid slowly on its shaft as he propped himself up on his elbows to watch his new wife suck his cock.
She was lying on her stomach and her trim hips stuck up and out below her long hair and narrow waist. Kay managed to slide down half the length of his straight prick. The head filled the back of her throat and she thought she'd gone as far as she physically could. Yet she wanted to do more for him. She determined to take more of it.
"Oh, baby, do me!"
His sudden groan of pleasure made her realize how much of his inflamed cock had slid down her throat. He was twisting in ecstasy. Both his hands were on her arms, holding her head in his crotch, his body and legs were encircling her as he curled around her. Deep, soft, long groans were emanating from him. His cock was so long and so fat that she was unable to breathe through her mouth, he was cutting off her breath. This caused her throat to flex and the muscle action squeezed his deep thrusted cock.
Davey had never felt such a thing before. She did it again.
"Oh!"
Davey jerked his hips in a fucking motion and shoved his cock even deeper into her throat. Kay forced her mouth not to yield as she held his cock prisoner. He shifted his weight so she was on her back and he was lying down, his hips arching above her stuffed mouth. Then he fucked! He jammed, jammed and rejammed his big prick into her throat. She couldn't make a sound. All her body could do was take his fat organ.
Davey was losing control but fucking hard. He kept trying to push even farther into her mouth. He knew he couldn't withdraw and get back in so far, so he held his penis in as far as he had it and only tried to move it in a circle like a mortar in a pestle.
Kay was out of air and had to withdraw. She forcefully drew her head down and slid off the bottom of the bed. She breathed dramatically and noisily. She was sitting on the floor with her back against the side of the bed, her head resting on the edge of the mattress. Davey turned around on the bed quickly and had his face hanging over the edge, planting kisses on her abused throat, soothing it and letting her know that they'd do that again.
The newlyweds lay breathing heavily for a few moments before he slid his hand down and encircled her breast. It was still hard from the excitement he'd generated in her glands. He toyed with her nipple. She sighed. Davey brought his other hand down and ran his fingers over her other creamy white breast. He cupped them both in his strong hands. He bounced them a little, playfully. His thumbs and index fingers rolled her swollen nipples between them. His mouth began to search for hers in a languid slow exploration. Kay's temperature was climbing.
Davey ran his tongue between her lips and gums slowly because they were moving into a new territory. She was starting to turn to face him when he got off the bed and stood in front of her. His cock had softened a little and hung limply from his torso. It looked even longer soft because it didn't stand straight out but hung down. It also looked wider at the head than she expected.
"Mrs. Randal, get up on the bed."
"Yes, Mr. Randal."
Kay obeyed in total trust. She slid her hips up and onto the bed, sitting on the edge. Before she could move any farther, Davey dropped to his knees and pushed her legs up and apart. His tongue was out and he was licking away at her cunt in an easy manner.
His tongue traced little circles around and through her pubic hairs. It traced the lines of her lips and went into them a little. He crawled closer. Her body went flat on her back and her legs arched higher. Davey sat staring at her pink cunt with the dark hair and ran his tongue around his lips before he planted them on her warm pussy.
Kay was amazed that he was doing all the things which excited her. Was it possible, she wondered, that they excited her simply because it was her husband who was doing them?
He maneuvered his lips into her cunt once more and again added his tongue to the titillating probing. He soundly massaged her clit with his wet tongue.
"Oh, my God, Davey! You're an animal, but don't you dare stop!"
Her fingers were touching his shoulders. She relaxed her frantic grip and touched them tenderly. Davey's cock was rearing its head again.
"Darling, fuck me! Oh, fuck me, please! I can't stand it any longer," she pleaded as she wiped perspiration from her forehead.
Instantly he was on top of her and moving her up the bed. Her legs were wide apart and quivering when he brought his ramrod-hard cock to the opening of her cunt. He slid its fat head in slowly. He inched it in farther. She sighed and held her breath. He pulled back.
"Ah!"
He drove it over her tender cunt-flesh and she caught her breath. He started sliding still farther. His cock's extra-wide girth rubbed every part of her inner chamber. Kay was breathing in fast short gasps. He let it slide into its hilt. Her whole cunt was burning on every side, her clit mashed against his cock's hard surface. He poked a little. He slid back a long way and then slid forward with a long even stroke.
"Oh, you're so sensational."
Her aroused clitoris felt the long enlarged expanse of his cock slide over it and Kay shuddered with ecstasy. Back and forth his long organ rubbed, picking up speed like a locomotive. Her hips rose and fell to meet his strokes. Their lips were sealed on each other's. Their hands were everywhere they could reach and still they kept their hips rocking in unison. Kay grew dizzy. He was fucking faster and all his muscles seemed tight. Every dozen or so strokes he would run his cock around in a circle and Kay would thrash in a delirium of passion.
They grunted like animals. Her body felt throbs and the throbs were getting closer together and more intense. They were closer, much closer. They were – OH! Kay screamed. Her body flopped helplessly under her husband's. Davey knew she had reached a climax and he continued his forceful fucking with the intention of making her feel as good as he could.
Kay had barely recovered from the orgasm when she felt it starting again. All the things she had learned from the cab driver, from Bill in the hay loft, from her cousin, from that man at The Pit Stop, from Vince the policeman, even the things she'd learned in her doctor's office, none of them, not any, could compare to this Davey was it for her.
Unaware of her silent prayer of gratitude, Davey drove his massive cock, swollen now with excitement, harder into her pink flesh. Its dark tone contrasted with the paleness of the woman under it. He threw it into her as hard and then as gently as he could, alternating and varying his strokes by instinct alone. She was building up to another climax and he dropped his lips onto her breast. Her climax washed over her and she was uncontrollably sighing and moaning. His firm young body kept fucking. Again she was overcome with the ecstasy of passion as her orgasms crashed one on another.
The heat in the furnace of her cunt was too much for Davey to resist. His organ was aflame with the cum generating in his balls. He felt her heat, heard the sighs his fucking was making her utter, felt the tender touch of her young beautiful hands on his flesh as he looked down at the willing bride so trustingly opening her whole self to him.
"I'm yours, Davey, I offer me to you."
That was the last temptation. He could hold back no longer. He gave in to the passion and without warning his cum swam through his cock gushing out the swollen head and splashed deep inside her cunt.
He fucked while his copious quantities of cum flowed unchecked out of his body into hers. He fucked triple-time so as to give as much pleasure as he was getting.
"Oh, darling, darling. Oh, I love you so." They lay locked in each other's arms and breathed pantingly, less desperately, more normally, quietly, stilly, peacefully.
Time was not real to them but eventually Davey spoke.
"Don't you think we ought to go back down there and say good-bye to our guests? Or do you think any of them ever want to see us again?"
"I think they won't leave till they see us; we've certainly given them a wedding to talk about."
"Hurry up, get back onto your gown, we'll thank them for coming and then cut out. My Aunt Bridget is dying to throw a handful of rice."
"Oh, my God!"
"What?"
"We didn't cut the cake."
Frantically, the still sweaty couple dressed. Kay's hair was best described as disarrayed. They helped each other dress, giggling like school children, and hurried downstairs.
Kay's mother spotted them coming toward the reception room and quickly moved to the door to speak softly in her daughter's ear.
"How could you! Is this how you start your married life, shirking your responsibilities? Your grandmother is furious."
"Mama, grandma eloped."
"Get in there and cut that damn cake, the band's ready to leave. Your father will have to pay for another six hours if they stay after four. How could you?"
The bride and groom, red in the face from exercise, giddily happy and excited, quickly drank their toast, cut the cake, posed for the photographer and accepted more congratulations.
The buzz from the assembled guests almost drowned out the four piece band. Kay's father was more drunk than sober and thought the whole disappearing act was funny. Her mother tried to look dignified and Davey's parents looked sick.
Years later when they were looking through their wedding album Kay nudged her portly greying husband and said, looking at the group photo showing her hair hanging sloppily on one side of her forehead and the disdainful faces of the wedding party, "Now that's what I call an unretouched wedding picture!"