“She swirled the cup around – to try to get it all – but finally stuck her finger in to rescue the last little bit of slippery slurry – and then licked her finger clean.”
“Congratulations, Reggie,” my wife said, laughing, “every Williams woman in the family has swallowed your splooge.”
Her mother winked at me.
After a few minutes, Kasey announced, “Mother, I’m going to go fuck my husband. Would you …?”
“You’ll be fine,” she told her daughter. “You don’t need me to hold your hand. Just let Reggie work his magic.”
Looking at me she said, “You have probably already figured it out – but use just your mouth – until you can easily get three fingers sliding in & out – then she should be fine.”
I nodded and stood.
I started peeling off the various pieces of the tuxedo, laying them across the arm of the sofa.
I glanced at Kasey as she pulled her wedding dress over her head and flopped it onto the other end of the couch.
We were both naked except for our socks.
I realized I was seeing her pussy for the first time – and I couldn’t help but stare.
A thin, golden landing-strip hovered above her bare quim – like an angel’s halo turned on its side.
She crossed her arms – and hands – defensively – in front of her body.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“You’re staring …” she complained.
“Do you know you’re fucking beautiful?”
I looked up at her eyes and held my hand out to her.
She stepped closer – and took it – but was acting shy, all of the sudden.
“Kasey,” I said, getting her attention, “I love you. We’ll go at your pace. Let’s just lie in your bed and hold each other. This doesn’t have to happen tonight.”
“Yes,” she said, firmly, “it does.”
She looked over at her mother – who was shaking her head slightly, “Start with talking – then you can touch. Just let it happen. Forcing it won’t give you what you’ve been waiting for all this time.”
Kasey huffed a little – setting her shoulders – and led me by the hand – up the stairs – to her bedroom – and her bed.
Everything was white! The sheets, the pillows, the quilt … I stopped – halting her approach to the bed.
She took in my look and giggled, saying, “I want there to be proof that you got my cherry.”
I pulled her to face me.
“Kase, it’s not 100%. You may not even bleed.”
I don’t know why I tried to argue. Her face told me that she knew she was right.
If any woman in the universe knew every single detail about her hymen it was Kasey – my wife.
“I’m not doubting you,” I offered. “Obviously, you’ve done your research.”
I leaned forward and kissed her.
“Can we not make this into a science experiment? I just want to hold you, to kiss you, to touch you – and maybe get a little better peek at that incredible pussy of yours that I finally got to see. I want to make out with you, caress you, taste you, and nibble on all of your delectable bits …”
She stepped directly in front of me, climbed onto my stiff rod like it was a hobby-horse, and put her arms around my neck – pulling me in for a kiss.
My dick was trapped in her gap – gripped between her legs and her sex. As she kissed me, she slid her pelvis forward & backward, grinding her labia along the top of my rigid rod.
When she finished kissing me, she asked, a little rebelliously, “What if I don’t want to go slow?”
I pulled back a little, dragging my cock out of her grip. With my left hand, I grabbed her ass; with my right, I pulled my cock up against my stomach. I hefted her into the air and pulled her against my pelvis – trapping my phallus between her abs and mine. I released my dick and grabbed her other ass-cheek with my right hand.
She wrapped her legs around me and proceeded to grind herself up & down along the bottom of my cock – while hugging my neck – and sucking my soul from my body with her lips, mouth, and tongue.
Her moaning was getting louder.
My arms were getting tired.
I carried her to the bed, turned us, sat down on the mattress – and then laid on my back.
As I did, her ankles unlocked, her knees were splayed out on either side of me, and she hooked her toes inside of my thighs. Her mouth abandoned mine – and her hands went to my shoulders.
For a moment, she closed her eyes – wriggling her sex left & right – to snuggle the underside of my penis between her labia – pressing the tender skin of my member against her vagina and her clitoris.
When she had everything touching the way she wanted, she opened her eyes, and started sliding her sex forward & backward along the bottom of my dick.
The stimulation was getting to me – and I needed to take evasive action. I fixed a picture of Margaret Thatcher in my mind as she gave a press conference about building some coalition to deal with economic concerns regarding decreasing tax revenues. It didn’t work.
My personal Baywatch babe – my smoking-hot 18-year-old cheerleader wife was grinding her pussy against my body with a look of pure lust.
I became worried about how fast a human’s heart can beat before it bursts into flame.
I wanted, so badly, to touch her mound – to tease that landing strip – or grope those perfect breasts – but I didn’t want to distract her. I would wait for her to tell me what she needed.
She smiled at me – like she’d read every thought as it passed through my mind – and then whined as her body tensed – just before her pussy spritzed my cock, balls, and crotch with a little spray of ejaculate.
Suddenly, my cock was a Slip n’ Slide – and Kasey was a 9-year-old kid on a hot, summer day.
I was going to be in trouble soon.