"I meant what I said," Joanie sternly said to her new husband. She looked stunning lying on the bed in her wedding dress, the hem pulled up above her bare knees, her hands on her hips. Her dark brown eyes gleamed with excitement, teasing arousal, and a touch of dominance.
The groom was naked, on his knees between her feet. His member jutted out impatiently. He had waited months for this moment. Although Joanie had not let him penetrate her yet, she had come to appreciate the skill he developed in pleasuring her with his mouth on her pussy. She had reciprocated by giving him exquisite ejaculations by various methods.
He loved her scent and her taste. Most of all, he longed for the intimacy of intercourse, where his throbbing cock would explore and then freely spurt its payload of arousal deep inside her, again and again. Many were the nights that he spent alone in his bed, his lubricated hand stroking his member, imagining that it was inside Joanie's tasty pussy; at the moment of ejaculation he called out her name and visualized his spurts of cum being ejected far up inside, her smooth vaginal muscles closing in and mixing the semen with her own natural lubricant.
That evening, on the bridal bed, he was about to experience it in actuality. Also, at her request, he had stoically refrained from solo relief for a week, in anticipation of a night of intercourse and sensual release in bed.
Joanie had just pitched a curve. The orgasms he gave her with his mouth were delicious, she told him. But she wanted a vaginal orgasm from intercourse before his ejaculation. If he couldn't resist spurting his arousal into her hot pussy before her orgasm, she stipulated, he'd have to suck her pussy completely clean, after which she would welcome him inside again.
That was to be the rule every time they had intercourse. "Every time you cum inside me before I orgasm, you suck me clean. Every time!"
Her stern look faded into a sensuous, seductive, excited expression. "Commit to that, and you can enter me," she panted.
Every male knows the feeling of intense wanting - the hot desire that permeates his midsection at times like these. It feels as though all the arousal and feeling in the body comes to a focal point in the groin area. Joanie used that fact to get him to agree. But how to get him to follow through afterward? She had the perfect answer for that.
They both knew that he would very likely pop off before she had her vaginal orgasm, especially with the first penetration in the charged atmosphere of their long-awaited wedding night.
Joanie slowly pulled her wedding dress up - higher, higher. Her naked hips were exposed. She had removed her panties well before they arrived at the bridal suite.
He looked at Joanie's dark-haired pussy, and swore that she was creaming from her arousal. In the state of excitement he was in, sucking on her sperm-filled snatch appealed to him.
"Well?" she asked.
"What if I just can't bring myself to do it afterward?"
"Then you'll have to pop off into my hand and lick it up before you get in again," she calmly stated. He knew she meant what she said.
He agreed, and quickly entered her. A low, sensuous "UHHH!" escaped her.
It felt every bit as good as he had imagined. He felt his new bride's arms around him, and he began to pump. With each long thrust, she moaned or let out an excited "UHH!"
Once he began pumping, he could not stop. His cock had a will of its own, and he could not prevent his hips from repeatedly thrusting. He felt the first few telltale spurts originate from within and traverse his member. He knew he had crossed the line and could not do anything about it. Joanie's pussy was too enticing.
Hot spurts of his seed ejected forcefully from his aroused cock. Joanie's whimpers made him pump harder as each hot pulse wracked his midsection.
