THE DAY BEFORE HER WEDDING

The woman tossed back her long, dark hair revealing her 
deep brown eyes, initially flitting desirously over the 
body standing before her, but soon staring deeply into 
the eyes of her lover.

The sexual tension between them was growing unbearable. 
Her breathing got more and more rapid, with the 
knowledge of what she was about to do. Slowly and 
steadily she moved her head forward, ending with her 
luscious painted lips pursed at the tip of the long 
penis hanging before her.

There she paused, her eyes still locked with his. She 
was looking for some kind of sign from him. His breaths 
grew almost imperceptibly deeper. That was enough. She 
opened her mouth, and slipped it around the end of his 
member. His eyes closed, and he savoured the pleasure 
of the woman gently caressing him with her tongue, as 
his far from inadequate manhood grew to more twice its 
size.

The woman soon switched her attention from his towering 
tip to his pulsating balls, her tongue and lips 
stimulating their skin, while her hand, now gripping 
the shaft above them, began to pump the very same. Very 
soon, she was wanking the man with enough fury that his 
climax seemed inevitable. The man groaned and his 
muscles became tight, but presently, the woman stopped, 
not touching any part of him with either hands or lips.

The man's eyes opened with a start, and he looked 
directly at the face of the woman, momentarily in 
anguish, but very soon in renewed passion and desire. 
The woman stood up and stepped forward, her breasts 
pressing against his chest and her thighs brushing 
against his swollen package. Their lips locked in a 
deep kiss, and while the embrace continued, the pair of 
them fell together, him backwards, her forwards, onto 
the adjacent bed.

The kiss between them broke. Their mutual gaze turned 
from loving compassion to passion of a more animal 
kind. At once the man was aware of the glistening 
wetness of her womanhood teasingly touching his cock. 
The woman, for her part, had directed all her attention 
now to the throbbing member wandering presently between 
her legs. Slipping her legs either side of his, she 
raised her hips, her pussy lips now sliding either side 
of his shaft, upwards towards his tip.

With his cock now nestled at the entrance to her 
dripping hole, the woman momentarily paused. Teasing 
the man to the end, she slowly and purposefully lowered 
her self down, this time, however, the cock no longer 
sliding along the lips of her obscenely wet pussy, but 
buried within it.

Having taken her lover deep inside her, she leaned 
over, pushing her breasts firmly against him, and 
kissed him once again, this time deeply, very fiercely. 
Breaking from his embrace, she hovered above the man, 
and began to thrust her hips. In this way, she fucked 
him slowly at first, her cunt lifting far above his 
balls, unsheathing endless inches of his shaft, 
glistening with her juices. As the minutes passed 
though, she moved faster and faster, with droplets of 
sweat being flung from her bouncing breasts, in time 
with the slap of his balls against her skin.

The throes of orgasm soon raced through this girl, 
pleasure rippling from her clitoris, squeezed as it was 
by the swollen penis within her, through the rest of 
her body in waves. Rocked by the orgasm, her pussy 
muscles clamped down. It has the desired effect. Her 
lover came. With a single low grunt, he buried his dick 
within her as deep as ever he had, and emptied his 
balls of their payload. She felt the heat of his cum 
mix with her orgasmic shivers as jet after jet after 
jet of his white seed flooded her pussy tunnel, 
exposing her receptive womb to his potent cream.

Now slow again, she withdrew the man's penis from 
inside her. Her dark haired pussy was quite a sight, 
shining as it was with reflected light, having been 
filled so full with her lover's residue. Standing now, 
the woman made her way to the door of her wardrobe. 
Opening it, she admired the beautiful silken wedding 
dress that confronted her, in nervous anticipation of 
the big day tomorrow.

The woman I described is of course my wife. We were 
married the very next day. And unbeknownst to me, while 
we stood in front of family and friends, swearing our 
undying love for one another, under her dress the sperm 
of her lover signalled her betrayal, glistening as it 
was beneath the dark hair of her pussy.