Diane was decked out in her full-length wedding gown. She swirled a couple times in front of the mirror, watching the way the material flowed around her. It was so smooth, made of the finest silk. She almost wished she could simply stand there, admiring herself, stroking over the beautiful fabric and not have to go through with the ceremony.
She had gone to the rehearsals and they struck her as stupid. This was all too much stage-acting for two people to live together with the sanctions of society. Still, her parents had wanted it and were picking up the tab for the entire wedding. She couldn't complain.
But she wished she'd just moved in with Matt and been able to forego all this ceremony and bother.
A timid little knock came at the door.
Standing there in a tux was Matt.
"Let me in!" he whispered.
"Matt! You're not supposed to see me before the ceremony!"
He pushed his way into the room and said, "Bullshit. It's all bullshit and we both know it. Now, how about a little kiss?"
The kiss wasn't so little. His lips crushed passionately against hers. Then his tongue came surging into her mouth to tangle with her tongue. The rough, wet, pink tongue stroked and massaged hers. She was soon gasping for air.
She tried to break off the kiss, but he wouldn't let her. She decided to surrender to fate and continue with the kiss. Besides, this was so much more fun than simply standing around waiting for the entire thing to get going.
She slipped her tongue past his. As they stroked each other's tongue, she tasted the wine-sweet saliva of his mouth. That was better than any liquor ever could be. It didn't get her drunk, it got her horny.
She could feel her cunt beginning to water. She rubbed up against his leg, pressing her twat down hard on his upper thigh. The friction through the layers of cloth wasn't much, but it was better than nothing at all.
The stimulation she was getting made her hot to fuck. She didn't want to marry him now, she wanted to fuck him!
"Screw the ceremony, Matt," she said hotly. "Fuck me!"
"Why not invite in all the guests?"
"I don't give a damn as long as you'll fuck me!"
"A quickie wouldn't be too bad, would it?"
She twined herself around his leg, clutching it between her thighs. She began rocking back and forth so that she could fuck herself on his leg. The friction was warming her pussy-lips, but it left her inner hollowness unattended. She wanted more. She wanted his prick.
His hands began working through the miles of satin to pull up the hem. She didn't fight him off. Instead, she let her tongue rove back along the line of his jaw to his ear. She stabbed out with her tongue and began a mock-fucking of his ear.
He got the message.
By this time, he had succeeded in lifting the bulky skirt up around her waist. His fingers fumbled a moment, then found the band of her panties. He quickly stripped them off around the flare of her ass.
Then she had her naked, flowing gash exposed to him. His hand still clutched her panties. Almost idly, he thrust the white cotton garment into his pocket, then he pulled down his zipper. His prick snapped to attention, ready for action.
She gave it to him right away. She spread her legs wide apart so that her pussy-lips separated. Moving with the speed of a tiger, she quickly positioned herself so that he could get a straight in shot at her cunt.
"Go on," she urged, "and do it!"
"God, you're a hot bush! I never thought you'd let me fuck you just minutes before the wedding."
"What's wrong with a little taste of the honeymoon beforehand? I mean, we've been doing that sampling for months now."
He wasn't going to argue with her. His cock was straining too hard. This was exactly what he had in mind when he'd come to her room. But to find her so eager!
It made him even hotter to fuck her.
A slender-fingered hand gripped his cock with a fierce tenderness, then guided him directly into the berth he so passionately desired. They gasped in unison as his prick shot up into her clinging cunt.
She closed her eyes and rocked back, secure in the strong circle of his arms. The man's prick was dancing around in her cunt, making her even more aware of how large he was. The way he spread her pussy-lips apart when he penetrated her was one thing – lots of men felt that big when they began fucking her.
But his prick was huge inside her, and that's where it mattered. To have him fucking her, that large cock moving relentlessly, was sheer heaven to her. She could have stood there and let him bounce up and down inside her all day long.
"Go on," she urged, "fuck me good. I want to feel that strong prick of yours against my pussy walls."
"Don't worry. I'll get down to it in a second. But now, Christ! You're so hot. I just can't get over the way your cunt walls seem to grip me. It… it's like fingers all up and down my pecker!"
She tensed her belly muscles to give him a taste of what it would be like. Rippling from the top to the bottom of her cunt, she was able to send a strong constricting pulse down his cock. It was as if he was being gripped by fingers instead of her twat.
At the very end of this erotic squeeze, she let her pussy lips flutter a bit. This stimulated him even more than the powerful contractions of her cunt.
"Do it to me!" he begged. "Go on and use that sweet, tight little cunt on my prick!"
She gripped his strong upper arms and leaned backwards even farther. This drove his prick deeper into her cunt. She could feel his cock begin to pulse wildly. The knobby head of his glans was swelling even as the cock moved sluggishly in the well-greased sheath of her pussy.
Things were beginning to work for them. Their bodies were starting to respond in all the right ways.
Her pussy flared with bright desire. The motion of his huge prick against her pussy walls made her glow inside. The warmth was rapidly turning into a full-fledged fire threatening to consume her entire body.
She let it.
The flow of heat into her belly made her weak in the knees. She had to grip the man's arms even harder to keep from collapsing. Still, lowering her body a bit more drove the impaling spike of virile cock even farther up into her cunt.
"That's so nice," she cooed. "But it's not fucking me fast enough. I love the way your prick jumps around inside me. But you've got to fuck me good! I'll go mad if you don't!"
He didn't answer her with words.
He let his body show her what he was going to do. Bending at the knees a little, he pulled his prick from between her juicy cunt lips. Her cunt lips were drooling with thick juices. Then, with just the glans poking between them, he shot up into her needy cunt with the force of a rocket being launched.
She was literally lifted off the floor for a split second. Her cunt was filled to overflowing with cock. Fuck fluids dribbled out around the plug of manmeat to ooze over the man's balls.
"That tickles," he told her. "And you're burning me up. That cunt is too damned hot and small for my cock!"
"It's just that you're so large in me!"
He began to rhythmically fuck her. Each stroke sent his fucking cock a bit deeper into her seething cunt. Spinning from side to side worked his cock into her.
She wrapped her slender legs around his body and dung to him for dear life. The man's cock seemed to sink deeper and deeper into her. Then they were both startled by a loud knock on the door.
She felt Matt's prick melt inside her as the words came, "Hurry up, dear. The ceremony's about to begin. If we can find Matt, that is."
It was her mother. Struggling to get the words out so they didn't sound sex-slurred, she said, "Be right there."
"Well, hurry!"
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" she cried.
But she wasn't coming from the man's prick. It was already limp from the shock of the near-discovery.
"Better give me back my panties," she whispered to Matt. "The wedding is about to begin."
"I'm not giving them back to you. Not till later."
"What?"
"You heard me. Your panties will stay in my pocket all, through the ceremony. And during the reception, too. If you don't want anyone to find out, you'll do everything I say."
The words thrilled her strangely. More than anything Matt had done to her, this excited her.
The ceremony went smoothly, but Diane grew increasingly uneasy as Matt's hand sneaked under the thick folds of her dress and began stroking bare flesh. As the minister was reading the last of the ceremony, his fingers found her pussy lips. A single finger rocketed all the way up into her cunt. She began wondering if he'd injured her, if it were blood oozing from her snatch.
It wasn't. It was her own cunt juices. The finger in her cunt was turning her on, while the minister was still in the process of marrying them!
She almost blew her lines because of that wiggling finger. But they were finally married. From that point on, it was all ritual with nothing new or different to do.
Or so she thought.
Diane floated through fifteen minutes of the reception, thanking people, politely listening to relatives boring her with little pieces of wisdom accumulated from thirty or more years of unhappy marriage. Then she found Matt sitting near the table with the punch bowl.
"Come sit on my lap," he urged.
She started to say that she had other obligations, to relatives, to friends, then she saw him begin to remove the panties from his pocket. She didn't want her parents to see this, so she hurried over and deposited herself on his lap as he'd asked.
"I knew you'd see my way, with a little urging," he told her.
"Blackmail is closer to the truth."
"I feel very uptight over not finishing what we'd started earlier."
"I can tell. I'm sitting on yolk lap, remember?" The man's cock was poking up through the thick folds of her dress to nudge against her bottom.
"I want to continue where we left off."
"Fine. In an hour or so…"
"Now." And his hands began working on her dress in ways she didn't want to think about. After all, she didn't have any panties on.
"What do you think you're doing!" she hotly whispered in his ear.
"I know what I'm doing. Just sit still."
But she couldn't. Not with his erect prick pressing into her cunt lips. He reached around her waist and caught hold of her. In this way he was able to lift her just enough to fully insert his cock.
She bit her lower lip to keep from crying out. This was an outrage! He was her husband. They'd just gone through the ceremony, but even a husband couldn't fuck his wife in plain view of all their friends and relatives.
It wasn't right. But he was doing it, any way.
He began bouncing her up and down. His cock was wiggling and dancing around in her snatch so much that she began to grow wet. She wasn't able to speak for fear of giving away what was happening.
To all outward appearances, nothing was amiss. A loving husband was sitting with his new bride and they were cuddled close. Nothing more. The fact that he was fucking her couldn't be seen due to the acres of white satin dress surrounding their crotches.
"Don't do this!" she squealed.
"Why not? I wanted to finish what we'd started earlier. This is the best I can do."
"But in public!"
"Why not? Don't you like it. The hell with it. I'm going to get my rocks off fucking you, my lovely new wife, and if you don't like it, fuck you!"
"You are!" she reminded him.
Then she wasn't able to say another word. The cock was moving faster and faster in her cunt. The juices squirted around her pussy lips and made her entire snatch feel liquid and oozing.
She sighed and then tried to hold down the tide of warmth passing into her belly. The fucking was building up nicely. The friction of his cockhead against her pussy walls was sending out tiny fingers of delight that she simply couldn't deny.
The woman was enjoying this public fucking. And the fact that none of the others in the room suspected made it all the more deliciously sinful!
Bending over, she managed to kiss him squarely on the mouth. Then their tongues began duplicating what was going on lower. His tongue flashed back and forth into her mouth with the same rhythm his cock was using to fuck deeply into her cunt.
Every time she wiggled her ass on his lap, this gave a new and different entry angle into her cunt.
"This is living," he said, breaking off the kiss for a moment. Sweat was beading on his forehead as he became more and more aroused. The man was going to carry through with this fucking.
He had to. His balls ached so badly, nothing less than a real fucking would erase the soreness.
His balls were boiling inside and made him all the more uncomfortable. During the ceremony, he had thought to fondle her, even finger-fuck her a little bit. That had gotten them both in the mood for fucking again.
But now was his moment of triumph.
They both knew it, too. Diane had been thinking he wasn't quite what she wanted in a man, what she needed to keep her sexually happy. Their fucking didn't have all the zest it once did. But it had returned. The finger up her pussy during the ceremony had told her how much he cared about keeping their sex life exciting.
She was having real problems keeping from responding to him. She couldn't scream and moan and kiss him like she wanted. That wouldn't do. The others would certainly catch on to what was happening. She didn't want that. This was part of the thrill of the fucking.
She started turning around on his lap. The thick pillar of cock was thrust directly up into her cunt. Whenever she twisted around, it pulled the delicate flesh of her cunt into an erotic spiral. This tightened the skin around her clit and made her even hotter.
Tensing her cunt muscles on his buried cock made him groan once. Then he began really jerking hard inside her. The man's cock was about at the breaking point. Diane kept her body moving both up and down so that she was fucking herself with even more powerful strokes.
The flood of juices signaled her orgasm. She closed her eyes and leaned against the man's strong upper torso. She wanted to cry out her joy.
Instead, she held it all locked up inside. She had to. There was no way she could tell everyone in the room that the man was avidly fucking her and that she loved every sinful second of it!
Her mother came over and asked, "Are you feeling okay, dear? You look a little flushed."
"It… it's all right, Mom," she answered. "I was just feeling a little empty inside."
"Well, certainly hope that passes."