After a year of planning, stress and tribulation, Sara's wedding was done. It was by all accounts a resoundingly successful celebration. The ceremony at the beautiful stone church she had never attended went without a hitch. The reception at the old mill with a few hundred intimate friends and family was enjoyed by all, speeches included. The photos against the backdrop of the mill race and waterfall were in the classic style, as was their ceremonial departure to their wedding bed, in a vintage Rolls Royce.
She and Jack, now finally able to relax, travelled the two miles to their hideaway hotel sipping on champagne and laughing in remembrance of the evening's antics, including her younger brother spinning out of control on the dance floor and crashing headlong into the band. Hilarious for nearly all concerned and definitely the stuff of family wedding legend.
They arrived at the quaint little Bed and Breakfast that she had selected and somehow managed to keep a secret from her bridesmaids and groomsmen, fearing they would have defiled the room with toilet paper and cold cream in some childish college prank in an attempt to spoil the wedding night.
Jack had managed to carry her up the spiral staircase and into their wedding suite, delivering her carefully upon the massive four post bed, before giving her a long and loving kiss on the mouth. He then trudged back downstairs to gather their honeymoon luggage. It took him two trips.
"You've packed far too much Sara, we're only gone a week. How many swimsuits and evening gowns do you need?" he complained as dropped the suitcases in the corner of the room that included a lovely stone fireplace.
"Never you mind, my Darling. A Lady dare not ever be unprepared." She quipped as she dug into one bag in particular that included her Wedding Trousseau. For this evening she had settled on a champagne colored Simone silk gown that accentuated her shapely 34 C cup bust, narrow waist and shapely hips and backside.
Sara was a striking young woman by anyone's standards. Standing five feet and one inch, her classic form never failed to turn an eye, particularly when she entered a room, often cat like and with her usual unmistakable purpose. Her complexion had once been described as 'Black Irish' which to her seemed appropriate as her family had emigrated from Galway on the west coast of Ireland when she was a little girl.
Her hair was raven black, and silky straight, like the kind one most associated with Chinese women. It reached down to the small of her back when not in a French braid or ponytail, as was her custom. Her flawless skin, free of freckles or moles, was porcelain white except for her cheeks which she favored with a hint of blush. It was her icy blue eyes however, that had seized young Jack's heart and led him a merry chase to their wedding day.
Truly, Sara's eyes were perhaps her most striking asset. She could easily stop any discussion cold by merely holding the conversationalist's gaze. Those who were able to look into them long enough would see the thinnest ring of gold around both her pupils. Jack had noticed they appeared more brightly in firelight, on the many numerous occasions they enjoyed camping together during their courtship.
She gathered up her perfume, and nightgown and slipped into the bathroom, saying she would only be a minute and asked Jack to turn down the bed. He eagerly obliged, gathering up the mountain of throw pillows, bolsters, shams, neckrolls, and all the other fancy crap that nobody ever needed and stuffed them in and around an occasional chair that seemed placed near the bed for that exact purpose.
He quickly shed his three piece after wedding suit in pieces on the floor and climbed into bed pulling the covers up to his neck, hiding his erection in anticipation of what was to come. They had agreed to abstain from sexual contact for the past couple of weeks in order to make the wedding night one to remember. Sara's idea obviously. Jack agreed but under constant protest. He stared at the ceiling a moment before taking the time to look around the room and appreciate the décor. He hoped the walls were sound proof. Sara was always noisy during sex- he expected tonight to be no different.
Danny waited for what seemed an eternity before his bride opened the door and stepped into the golden light pouring into the otherwise dark bedroom from the bathroom. She left the door ajar and stood before him, casting a shadow in the narrow beam of light. Jack sat up in awe, his manhood surged, raging in anticipation for what was to come.
The amber light filtered through the floor length shear negligee, revealing the outline between her luxurious long legs. He marveled at her toned calves, the gentle curve of her knees and the long inviting gap between her thighs as his gaze settled upon the outline of her sex. "My God Sara" he paused his voice rasping slightly, "You look so beautiful..."
His eyes wandered up her torso, along the line of her hips and waist, to the loosely braided ponytail that was displayed across her right shoulder and fell below her perfectly sculpted breast. "Do you like it? It's not too old lady for you? I know you prefer me to dress like a slut sometimes." She laughed, content with his obvious approval.
She climbed into bed and Jack wasted no time in sliding the shear fabric above her waist to expose her pussy. Her normally carefully trimmed triangle had given way to a narrow strip, perhaps an inch wide rising from above just above her clitoral hood, halfway to her bejeweled navel. Jack moaned slightly as the heady aroma of her perfume and natural musk filled his lungs.
"Do you like it Baby?" she asked coyly, "I've had my Wax girl do something special for our wedding over the past couple of weeks"
"I love it Sara!" his lips were soon fully involved in preparing her for the sex that was to come. Jack had decided to take special care and make the evening last for as long as possible and make it all about Sara on her special day. They made love, carefully and slowly, rather than their usual more athletic fucking, which Sara usually preferred. She enjoyed him, feeling his love for her with each kiss.
Eventually, Jack could not withhold his passion any longer, and his thrusts becoming harder and more insistent as his pace quickened. It felt so good, thought Sarah, having his thick eight inch cock grinding into her. He was the largest man she had ever fucked, much larger than her previous boyfriend, who was in fact one of Jack's closest friends, Edward. He had introduced the two of them in their senior year at college three years ago, not realizing at the time that he would end up losing her to him without any hard feelings. It was certainly the most unusual break up Sara had ever experienced.
Sara and Jack had decided to start their family right away, so she wanted his semen deep inside her. It felt somehow more intense and primal to be having sex with the intention of becoming pregnant. It occurred to her that maybe taking a month or two to conceive might not be such a bad thing. Jack began to arch his back and began to slow down as he always did as orgasm overtook him. Sarah raised her knees to her chest spreading wide to receive him as he began to release two weeks' worth of semen into her eager vagina.
Sara could feel it cover her, deep inside, warm and wet. She grabbed the base of his penis and held on for a minute before milking him, firmly wrapping her legs around his waist. They stayed like that for perhaps a minute, gently kissing, their breath and heart rate returning to normal. Jack slowly removed his wilting penis and rolled on his back beside his new bride, suddenly feeling the length and stress of the day slip away.
"Oh shit Baby, its spilling out of me. I don't want to stain this negligee-can you get me some Kleenex?"
"I got this my Love" said Jack as he moved between her legs and gently began to kiss her opening, open mouth, licking and sucking his semen from her now drooling pussy.
