Wedding Night Secrets Unveiled

Oh, Dickie, it’s so great that Mistress and Master are letting you just lay still deep within me. Pussy, just to have you squeezing and sucking me feels wonderful. I could stay here for hours. Dickie, you’re very quiet. Are you okay? Oh yes, Pussy. I was just thinking about the first time we got close. Do you remember?

“Of course! Master and Mistress were engaged, soon to be married. They had been together all day. Mistress wore a very short miniskirt, a little summer top, no bra, and a thong. Master went commando in shorts.”

“Yes, that’s right. As he held her tight, they began a long French kiss. I got really hard and began to throb. As their bodies drew close, Master began to play with her titties. I heard you whisper, ‘Hi, Dickie. I can feel that you are very hard. I’d love for you to f*** me.’

“‘Pussy,’ I said, ‘You know my Master and your Mistress are Christians. They won’t let me until they are married!’

“Dickie, I remember saying, ‘Oh, I know, but push hard against me, and she might let you in. Master’s playing with her nipples again. It is making me tingle and all wet.’

“Then Mistress interrupted to say, ‘Oh, it feels so nice when you pull my nipples. Don’t stop.’ And Master said: ‘Can I kiss them?’ ‘Oh, yes,’ Mistress said.

“And for the first time, Master slipped her top down to see her lovely tits and began to kiss and suck her nipples. Mistress said, ‘Your Dick’s so hard.’ I was proud that she’d noticed me.

“Reaching down, for the first time, she unzipped Master, and you popped right into her hand. I remember Mistress said, ‘Oh, he’s beautiful, so thick, so hard yet silky smooth.’

“Whilst she was caressing you and cuddling your balls, she was moaning, “Oh yes, oh yes, I’m gonna cum…” For the first time, with just her nipples being sucked and without Master playing with my clit at all, Mistress and I both screamed, ‘Oh, I’m cuuuummming!’

“Pussy, I remember. Master slipped his hands up her skirt, held her by the bum, and pulled me tight against you. I could feel my head pressing almost into you through her wet thong. Then he slipped it off, and we saw each other for the first time.

“Dickie, remember how I cried, ‘Oh, you are so big! Will I be able to eat all of you?’ You laughed and said, ‘Oh, yes. One inch at a time.’

“Then Mistress told Master, ‘Not inside today. In a few days, you can.’

“But she let Master slip a finger into me, then another as he played with me. It was lovely, and I squirmed, contracted, and came again.

“Oh yes, Pussy. I then remember Mistress going down and, for the first time, taking me in her mouth, slipping up and down, sucking until I couldn’t hold back any longer. As Master yelled ‘F***, f***, f***,’ I shot my load, and Mistress just kept sucking and swallowing until I stopped shooting.

“Pussy, just thinking about it almost makes me cum. Its okay, Dickie. Just lie still and let me suck you harder.

“Oh yes, Pussy, harder, tighter. I can feel it coming; don’t stop, don’t stop. “Y…es, ooooohhhh!”

“Dickie, I’ve got you. Cum, Dickie, cum. I want it all, every last drop.

“Oh Pussy, let me lie here. Please keep sucking me. Yes. Yes.

“Pussy, I’m staying hard. Master wants me to ride now. He wants me to f*** you now.

“Yes Dickie, ride me. Pound me, Dickie, quicker, quicker. Oh, I’m squirting, Dickie! Yeeees, Yeeeees, Yeeeees!”

“Oh, Pussy, that was magic! But let me slip away to sleep. Love you!”

“‘Nite! Love you, big Dickie.’

As the last vestiges of pleasure faded, I drifted off to sleep, clinging to Mistress’s embrace. The scent of her skin mingled with the lingering heat of our encounter, a potent reminder of the forbidden delight we had shared. The anticipation for the wedding weighed heavily on my mind, yet the memory of this stolen moment offered a small solace. It was a secret we would carry with us, a testament to the raw, unbridled desire that had consumed us in the days leading up to our nuptials. The world outside felt distant and unreal as I surrendered to the warmth of her body, the rhythm of her breathing lulling me into a blissful oblivion. The thought of our marriage, of the vows we were about to take, seemed almost insignificant compared to the intensity of this experience. It was a primal connection, a release of pent-up tension that left me both exhausted and exhilarated. The memory of her lips on my skin, the feel of her hands exploring every inch of my body, would forever be etched in my mind. It was a first time, indeed, a moment of pure, unadulterated passion that defied the constraints of societal norms and religious beliefs. As I slipped deeper into slumber, I knew that this encounter would forever change me, shaping my desires and influencing my approach to intimacy for years to come. The memory served as a potent reminder of the power of attraction, the allure of forbidden fruit, and the intoxicating pleasure of surrendering to one's deepest instincts. The next day, as the wedding preparations continued, I couldn’t help but smile, knowing that we had experienced something truly special, something that transcended the mundane realities of our impending marriage. It was a secret we would cherish, a shared experience that bound us together in a way that no vows or rings could ever replicate. The memory of this night would always serve as a touchstone, a reminder of the raw, untamed desires that lay beneath the surface of our lives. And as I looked forward to the future, I knew that this first time would forever hold a special place in my heart. The world might judge us for our actions, but we would never regret the pleasure we had found in each other's arms. It was a testament to the enduring power of human connection, a celebration of the senses, and a defiant act of rebellion against the limitations of convention. In the grand tapestry of life, this stolen moment stood out as a vibrant thread, adding a touch of forbidden beauty and undeniable passion to our story. As I drifted off to sleep, I whispered a silent promise to Mistress: "Let's do this again, before we say 'I do.'"

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