This is a satirical revision of scenes from Goldie Hawn movies, particularly Private Benjamin, a very delightful Goldie Hawn comedy (at least the first half). My second half travels to another movie (and play). It would help to be familiar with these films, but I clearly can't really suggest that you become familiar with them (although perhaps you might want to see one of them afterward). In any case, I revised the scenes in a manner that I hope you will enjoy. The story is a bit long but it can be read in parts.
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When Judy Benjamin was eight years old she confessed her life's desire to her best friend. "All I want," Judy whispered, "is a big house, nice clothes, two closets, a live-in maid, and a professional man for a husband." Today, all of her dreams appeared to be coming true.
At the age of 28 she had finally achieved her goal. She had married Yale Goodman, a very successful lawyer, specializing in prenuptial and estate contracts. She had no idea what that meant but she couldn't be happier.
She hardly seemed to notice that the relationship was not particularly deep. Throughout the wedding reception he was still fielding calls from clients and business partners, promising before each call that it would be the last, that he would focus all of his attention now on their wedding and his bride, but each business call was inevitably followed by another.
Even if she had noticed his failings, however, Judy would not have objected. She understood that if not for his devotion to his career she would not receive the comforts, the pleasures, the security, that she treasured so much, and that he so easily and readily provided.
At one point during the reception, however, he did seem to disappear altogether.
Judy found him in the parking lot, sitting in the back seat of their limousine, again on the phone. She got in beside him.
"Honey, please," she implored, "it's our wedding day."
"Peanut," he replied. "I know, it's just a little business. This is the last one. I promise."
She smiled appreciatively.
He could never resist that smile. Who could? Judy Benjamin was the spitting image of Goldie Hawn, when she was a young adult actress. She was just so darned cute, with her long curly blonde hair, kissable lips, dimpled broad smile, red rouged cheeks, red fingernails and, perhaps most distinctive, her large, round, sparkling, twinkling innocent blue eyes with those long, curved, well-separated lashes. And, she even spoke with such a sweet, innocent, feminine voice. Some would say, actually many would say, that she came across rather goggle-eyed and ditzy, but that was really her special appeal. She was endearingly cute, cuddly, and kissable. No man could deny Judy her happiness. Nor would she deny his.
"Darling," Yale complained, "I have a very bad headache."
"Well, honey, no wonder! You've been on the phone all evening. Let me get you some Tylenol."
"Sweetheart, it's not a Tylenol headache."
She instantly knew what he meant. "Honey," she complained.
"Please," he groaned.
"Honey, please, not here."
"Why?"
"Cause it's my wedding day, and some of our guests are like ten feet away."
"Sweetheart, they're having a good time, they won't notice."
"But I'm in my dress."
"You're dress is fine." He didn't seem to get why it bothered her. For Yale, the fact that she would be in her wedding dress when she gave him a blow job made it all the more pleasing. All fiances want their brides to give them a blow job on their wedding night, but only a few would probably ask for one and none, other than Yale, would ask for one at the reception while she was still in her most special dress.
"Oh, dear," she sighed. This wasn't what she was expecting to do at her wedding reception.
Yale, though, would not be denied. He continued to plead and cajole. "C'mon, honey, please, c'mon."
Judy didn't want to, not really, but then she also didn't really mind. After all, this was how she got a husband like Yale in the first place. She knew that men needed you to do certain things and, besides, she had to admit that a part of her did actually enjoy doing this sort of stuff. But, still, in her wedding dress, at her reception, with relatives potentially walking right by? She asked, "Kiss me first?" He did more than that. He kissed her a number of times. It was a reasonable exchange, particularly on her wedding day. He gave her very sweet, tender, affectionate pecks and kisses on her lips; those cute little girlish "Goldie" lips that would soon kiss him somewhere else. When he was done with her request he returned to his own for a quid pro quo. "Okay?"
"Okay," she said softly, and brought her face down into his lap.
She unzipped his pants and reached inside the fly to extract his cock, which was already quite hard. His actual problem had nothing to do with having a headache. His problem was that he had been getting quite horny throughout the wedding and reception seeing Judy in that white lace, crinoline, wedding dress. He had not been entirely distracted by his business calls, and now he wanted some relief, some satisfaction. She had done this for him many times before, in many different ways and places, but the dress excited him so much that he just couldn't wait until their wedding night. There is perhaps nothing more sexy than a girl in her wedding dress, looking so very virtuous and virginal, slipping your cock into her innocent mouth and, who looked more innocent than Judy Benjamin?
He sighed deeply when she planted a soft, sweet peck on the tip of his cock. Those cute puckered lipsticked lips felt so nice on the head of his dick.
Judy did enjoy making her Yale happy and he did have a very kissable cock. She at first just uncovered the head. It looked so darling peeking out from his briefs. After her first loving, sustained kiss, she gave the swollen plum a series of sweet, lovable pecks, just like he had done for her lips.
She then traced her soft lips around and around the rounded crown, caressing his soft purplish bulb with her wet red lips, at times sneaking her tongue out for a brief tickling lick, giving him little butterfly flicks. She so much liked butterflies. They were so pretty and fragile, so feminine.
She slipped her hand into the small flap of his tight briefs and worked to pull the entire shaft out through the flap. It was a bit of struggle to get it out. "Honey," she complained, "if you wanted me to give you pleasure you should have worn your boxers."
"I know, I know. I'm sorry. I'll remember next time, kitten."
She knew that he wouldn't. He never did remember, and it was always a struggle to get him out of his briefs. With a bit more effort she pulled it out, and then paused to admire the sight. Yale did have such a nice pole. She found the contrast of the masculine hardness of his shaft with the soft tender head to be so appealing, so provocative. She also liked to breathe in the peaty smell of his masculine dick. He had such a lovely, sexy cock. She was so happy to be marrying him. Who would know that such a rich, successful lawyer would also have such a wonderful cock! She was such a lucky, happy bride.
She stuck out just the tip of her tongue to plant little licks along the curves of his cock head. She flicked and fluttered her tongue all along his smooth skin, getting every little inch and centimeter of the round red bulb glistening and shining with the moisture of her tongue. She even tilted and dropped her head down so that she could flick away at the sensitive underside. She knew Yale really liked that. It would always drive him up a wall and sometimes over the edge.
Yale groaned with satisfaction as he felt his bride's tongue at that most special, sensitive spot. He was twitching and jerking with pleasure as her tongue tortured him with such intense delight.
Judy stretched her mouth wide to take his thick meat entirely inside. She paused, letting him, letting it, anticipate what was about to cum, then closing her lips tightly around the sulcus to capture the engorged bulb in her mouth, which she now more thoroughly bathed and fondled with her tongue.
Yale sighed deeply. Judy was so good with her mouth and tongue. He loved his new bride. She was so sweet, so loving, and so very talented. He reached underneath to snake his right hand down into the top of her wedding dress. He always enjoyed playing with Judy's titties while she sucked him off. Judy did not have the largest breasts in the world. In fact, they were rather on the small side. But, he was not a superficial person, like some men. He was willing to accept her occasional failings, her inadequacies. That was what marriage was all about: accommodation, understanding, and compromise. And, besides, they complemented well her overall diminutive size and girlish face.
She did at least have quite large nipples. Because her breasts were so small Judy would at times not wear a bra, and that would became very evident whenever her perky nipples grew to their maximize size, which they certainly did now with the playful stimulation of Yale's fingers.
She began to slide her mouth up and down the shaft, as if she was humping his cock with her face, fucking him with her lips and tongue. She knew that Yale also liked that. He found it so earthy, so animalistic, so dirty. She knew that he had gotten lots of blow jobs in his life, being so handsome and successful (as well as being such a womanizer), and he once complained that he found that many of the girls just seemed to do it as a service, an obligation. They didn't really seem to enjoy it, nor did they really try to do it the way he liked best. Judy was much different. She would sense what Yale enjoyed best, and if she was confused or uncertain, she just asked. In the end, he got a blow job that seemed to be tailor made.
