Elizabeth

[jizmolian]

I kneel here on the floor of our bedroom, naked, with my cock shaved bare and distended from the cock strap around its base as well as from the recent teasing I have been subjected to by my sexy wife. I reach my arms behind me and lock the wrist restraints behind my back with an ease born of much practice. It's at quiet moments like these that I find myself wondering how my seemingly normal marriage evolved into this in only three short years. But perhaps "evolved" is not the right word, as it implies a natural progression, and although the increasing kinkiness of our marriage seemed natural enough at every turning point, in reflection I can see now a pattern that can only have been planned by my wife all along to turn me into the desperately
horny sexual plaything that I am today.

I believe this subtle training started within hours of saying our vows to one another. The wedding was beautiful and the reception was filled with friendship and love, dancing and toasts, food and much drink. After a few hours, though, the time came to change clothes, say our farewells, and rush to the airport. When we arrived the plane was already boarding, so we immediately took our spacious first-class seats and ordered more drinks.

Soon we found ourselves pressed back in our seats by the plane's acceleration. As the aircraft banked we could see the lights of the city, so beautiful from this height and I suddenly felt a giddy sense of adventure, an awareness that from now on, my life would be markedly different from what it had been. (How true this was I did not begin to realize at the time.)

I looked over at my beautiful bride. Her name is Elizabeth and she is an athletic blonde with a sly smile, round breasts and a lovely pear-shaped ass. She was 33 at the time of our marriage, but people constantly mistake her for a teenager, even still. The look in Elizabeth's eyes was excited and we kissed each other, our tongues exploring one another's mouths.

Soon, however, the stress leading up to our wedding, combined with the long day itself caught up to us and we relaxed in our seats, enjoying the warmth of the liquor and the slow gliding of the airplane. The cabin lights were dimmed and only a few other passengers had their overhead lights on. We were both dozing and the flight attendant brought us a blanket. I had been half-heartedly trying to stay awake up until that point, but the warmth of the blanket won me over. I don't know how long I slept, not long probably, but I awoke to an unexpected sensation I was aroused, and my cock was being massaged. I opened my eyes groggily to find Elizabeth practically in my lap with her hands under the blanket, slowly stroking me. I quickly peeked under the blanket to verify what my other senses were telling me, and sure enough, my lovely bride had not only managed to pull my dick out of my pants without waking me, but she had also stimulated me to a rock-hard erection.

Actually, erections had been easy to come by (pardon the pun) of late, since Elizabeth had suggested that we not make love for a month prior to our marriage in an effort to make our honeymoon that much more special. I had reluctantly agreed. So this was the first time her small hand had wrapped itself around my cock in four weeks. She was slowly but firmly pumping me and I moaned quietly, feeling at once drowsy, warm, relaxed and excited. Elizabeth ran her other hand across my chest. "I'm looking forward to our honeymoon, my husband. Are you?" I grunted an affirmative and she asked, "Now it wasn't so hard [laughs] I mean difficult to wait for our honeymoon, was it? You were a good boy, weren't you dear? You didn't masturbate either?" I shook my head no, although I expected Elizabeth did not know how difficult that particular request had been to abide by. "Good. Because now that we're married I don't want you to masturbate any more, honey. I want you to save it all for me. Okay?" I agreed, naturally, while my cock started to dribble in her hand. She smiled and for a moment leaned over and took the head of my dick into her mouth, causing me to gasp quietly at the intensity of the sensation as she swirled her hot wet tongue around my swollen cockhead. Then she pulled away, covering my nakedness with the blanket. "I can't wait 'til we get to the hotel," she said, giving my bulge a pat. I was in complete agreement.

When we landed in Hawaii it was after midnight. We had a limo waiting to take us to our hotel. We were tired from the day, giddy with excitement, hungover from drinking, trembling with lust, smitten by love. You name it. We checked in quickly and retired to our gorgeous suite overlooking the ocean.

We immediately went to the balcony where we could feel the warm breeze blowing off the ocean. We could hear the crashing surf and smell the salt in the air. We held each other. "Last one in the jacuzzi's got to wash the other one's feet!" Elizabeth challenged, bolting from my arms and dashing across the bedroom, clothes flying off her in every direction. I left the sliding-glass door open to the balcony and followed , making a half-hearted effort to beat her into the bath, although I knew I couldn't win, as she was already naked and in the bathroom with the jacuzzi half-full. As long as she's naked, I thought, I win!

I entered the bathroom naked too, a bit embarrassed that my dick was already bobbing straight out in front of me. Elizabeth had turned the lights down low and had the jacuzzi churning away, bubbles popping to the surface like a primordial hot spring. "I win!" she exclaimed from the comfort of the tub, extending one leg above the water to point her foot at me. "You will be my foot slave!" she commanded in a cartoonishly authoritative voice. I slid into the jacuzzi across from her, her foot very nearly in my face. I took a moment to savor the warm water and the tickling bubbles. And the jet stream that was blowing under my ass and across my balls. It felt great.

I took her small, wet foot in my hand and started massaging, as best I could. It's a little hard to figure out at first how to massage a foot, if you haven't much experience. Feet are mostly bone on top so there's not much that can be done there. The heel also just one big hard bit, so I mostly rubbed my thumbs into Elizabeth's arch and stroked the ball of her foot, and stretched and cracked her little toes like fingers. Then I did the same to her other foot. "It's clear to me now that I'll have to teach my foot slave proper massage technique!" she said with an exagerratedly exasperated air. "For now, if you wish to please me you may kiss my feet." They were clean, so I smiled and kissed the sole of one foot and then another. I had a mind to start working my way up her legs to her tasty snatch, but found myself stopped when a digit popped into my mouth. "Suck it," she said with an evil smile. I pulled her foot out of my mouth to object, but suddenly felt my cock being pinned to the floor of the jacuzzi by her other foot. It also surprised me a bit to notice that my cock was even harder than before.

"Suck...my...toes..." she said in a not-so-cartoonish tone of command and I bent forward, taking her big toe in my mouth and sucking on it like a big nipple or a little cock. "...slave," she completed.

Having had enough of that I surged across the jacuzzi to grab my playful new bride as she squealed and tried to escape my rough embrace. We were soon locked in each other's arms, kissing passionately and deeply. She sat in my lap in the warm water and I found breasts in my face and a hairy, slippery pussy grinding against my long-suffering cock.

I licked Elizabeth's nipples and tried to shift my cock so that it would slide into my wife's velvety pussy, but I didn't have any leverage and couldn't move enough to do it subtley. Elizabeth knew what I was doing, though, and with a knowing look she slid out of my arms and under the water, where she quickly found my raging hard-on again and took me into her mouth in an interesting embrace of tongue, water, lips and bubbles. Too soon, she had to come up for air. So my new bride wouldn't drown, I lifted my hips so that my desperate cock was poking above the water, wet hard and red. Elizabeth laughed softly at the sight. "Let's get in bed," she said.

We towelled off and I followed my wife's shapely bottom as she scampered onto the bed. While she was still on her hands and knees, I grabbed her and bit one of her asscheeks playfully, eliciting a surprising "OUCH!" from my love. "What are you doing?!" she said, rolling over to protect her tender backside from me. "That hurt."

I apologized quickly, assuring her that I was just playing and didn't mean to hurt her. "That's gonna bruise," she pouted, "I think you need to kiss it and make it better," she said, smiling, and presenting her ass to me again. "Yes. You have to kiss my ass now."

Eager to put this unpleasantness behind us (no pun), I quickly complied, kneeling beside the bed and kissing the spot I had bitten, this time eliciting an unexpected moan of pleasure. "Ooooh...yeah, kiss it some more..." I was getting turned on now too and started kissing and licking both of her asscheeks.

They were round and firm, and any reservations I might normally have had were avoided by the fact that we had just taken a bath, and I knew my bride's ass to be squeaky clean. So when she moaned "My asshole too," I only hesitated a moment. Soon I was probing her muscular little button softly, feeling it open slightly under my ministrations.

I licked up and down the crack of her ass, which had a fine trail of hair in it which retained a musky scent, not like shit as you might expect, but something much more pleasant and primal. Elizabeth was moaning and sighing with pleasure and my cock felt harder than it ever had. I could not resist giving it a few strokes myself, spreading my precome over my glistening shaft.

On one of the downstrokes my tongue made a detour to Elizabeth's dripping pussy and gave it an enthusiastic lick as well. "Yeah," she said, "eat me now." I quickly buried myself in the task, happy to be on familiar turf. I licked my wife's swollen pussy lips, nibbling on them gently. Following my bride's sounds I quickly found myself paying almost exclusive attention to her clitoris, my tongue swirling around and stabbing at it. Elizabeth was humping my face enthusiastically when she finally came in a long orgasm. I almost came too, in an empathetic display of excitement.

After a moment, Elizabeth turned around to sit on the edge of the bed. I was still kneeling on the floor. "Have you been playing with yourself?" she asked with a delighted smile. I realized my hand was still on my cock.Before I could lie she said "Well, just don't make yourself come yet." She paused, considering me a moment. "I like you like this," she said, "Eat me some more." She lay back on the bed and I leaned forward, to trace around her damp, hairy pussy. She moaned softly and I started alternating between licking her lips and penetrating her with my tongue farther and farther each time. Feeling a strange sense of freedom at having been caught stimulating myself and having had that masturbation approved by my wife, I continued stroking my enthusiastic dick, which was producing almost constant strings of precome to run down my thighs.

Soon I felt Elizabeth's legs on my back, pulling me deeper into her, pressing my face into her soggy bush, then relaxing across my back as though I was nothing more than a coffee table with a tongue. Elizabeth came several times like that, moaning and grinding herself into my face. When she finally pushed me away, I was drenched with both her juices and mine and my cock seemed bigger than it had ever been. I felt lightheaded with desire.

Elizabeth sat up on the edge of the bed and held her arms out to me. I stood and we embraced, she still sitting, her arms around my waist, my hands in her hair. Then she started kissing my chest while lightly stroking my back with her hands. She licked my sensitive nipples and my cock bobbed in sympathy, smearing precome across my wife's breasts. She slowly, agonizingly slowly, kissed down my body, across my stomach, my hips. One of her hands snaked between my legs to lightly stroke my swollen balls. Then that hand started to massage my cock, softly at first while she continued to kiss around it, then harder as she pumped more blood into my bloated cockhead. Finally, her small hand gripping my dick around its base, Elizabeth started licking me. First her slippery tongue ran across the head, then up and down the sides of my shaft like I was her favorite flavor of popsicle, and she wanted to savor me.

Her other hand had started massaging my ass, holding me close to her. With the other wrapped tightly around my dick, stroking me while her mouth performed its wonders I felt wonderfully trapped by lust, bound and attached by my errogenous zones until Elizabeth decided to free me. I could feel a month's-worth of semen percolating, preparing to explode in the first of many honeymoon orgasms. My whole marriage would be filled with my wife blowing me like this. Whenever I want. Both her hands grabbed my ass then, pulling my cheeks apart, pulling me into her hot mouth. She was deep-throating me. I getting a blowjob on my honeymoon! Then we'll fuck all night!

My wife's gonna drink that month's- worth of come!

I was so lost in my ecstasy I didn't realize for a moment that Elizabeth had stopped sucking me. What I thought it first to be that moment between one suck and the next stretched on....'til I looked down and saw my bride holding my dick in her fist again and looking at me with a smile. Still holding my eyes with hers, she slowly ran her tongue along my straining, purple cock. "I want you to wait," she said simply, slowly stroking my cock. "I like you horny like this. And if we wait until tomorrow, I can keep you excited all day."

I was dumbfounded. It was like she was speaking another language. Not fuck my wife on the first night of our marriage? Not come? Did I hear that right? "You're kidding, right?" I gasped, "I've been waiting a month..."

"I know," she said, standing and rubbing her hot body against mine, "and I love you for it. Can you wait one more night for me....please," she asked, kissing me before I could say "Hell no! Suck my dick like you started to!"

What can I say? I caved in, there in my love's embrace, and that set the tone for the rest of our marriage. She comes. I wait. She gets massaged and pampered. I kneel on the floor and stroke my own cock to frustration. But I didn't realize on that first night that I'd allowed Elizabeth to set this precedent that she can tease me into sexual slavery, and I'll love her for it. I didn't know.

"Okay," I agreed finally. "But you promise tomorrow.."

"I promise," she said, hugging me again, all smiles. Then her hand ran down my chest to my dripping cock. She started stroking it and my knees went weak. "I'm going to love being married to you..."

After our honeymoon, Elizabeth and I proceeded with our new life together in a mostly un-kinky fashion. We set up house, combined our checking accounts, had our mail forwarded. All the mundane things that you do when you get married. So I had several months' reprieve before Elizabeth renewed her campaign to subjugate me, her new husband.

On a Friday, about three months after we were married, I returned home to find Elizabeth already undressed, relaxing on the bed. Like any newlywed, I was pleased by this sight and optimistically bounded onto the bed, still clothed. "Hi honey," my bride said with a growing smile, "How was your day?" We made small talk for a few minutes as I casually stroked my wife's beautiful body. Elizabeth said she had kind of a bad day and could I give her a little massage? Being the dutiful (and horny) husband, I readily agreed. Elizabeth rolled onto her stomach while I kicked off my shoes and straddled her smooth, lightly tanned
body. "Use some oil," she said.

I got the massage oil from the nightstand drawer and applied it to her shoulders, back and shapely ass, rubbing it in and loving the sensation as the oil heated up and filled the room with its light almond aroma. I started on Elizabeth's shoulders, where she keeps most of her tension, working out the knots that I knew I would find there. Then I moved down , rubbing the muscles of her lower back gently, and slowly creeping into more erogenous territory. Soon I found myself rubbing the oil into her muscular asscheeks, spreading them apart as I did so, affording me an occasional glimpse of the little brown button of her anus as Elizabeth's sighs of relaxation slowly became moans of arousal. Soon she was squirming around on the bed and thrusting her ass back to meet my hand. I slipped my hand between her legs and started fingering her already dripping pussy. After that,
she didn't take long to look back over her shoulder and give the terse command "Eat me," between gasps for breath. She lay back on her stomach as I moved down on the bed and eased my face to her slick cunt. Some of the lotion had slid down the crack of her ass and into her pussy, making an unusual combination of flavors. I settled in, feeling my hard cock pressing at once against the cool bedsheets and against my hot stomach. At first I ran my tongue around her whole pussy, roaming around from the lips and clit while intermittently pushing my tongue deep inside her, a technique that always causes Elizabeth to pant and grunt with delight. Finally I started concentrating more and more on her clitoris as her moans became more intense. Soon she was pushing her drenched pussy back against my face as she hugged a pillow to her chest and came loudly. She just lay there
for a minute, enjoying the afterglow and catching her breath. I stayed between her legs, feeling my dick throb with anticipation. When she recovered, she rolled over and looked at me. "Now that's what I call a massage!" she said, smiling.

"Why do you still have all those clothes on?" she said, and I immediately began to remedy that oversight. As I undressed, Elizabeth leisurely ran a hand down her body to her pussy, absently rubbing it. Then she brought her finger up to her face, smelling it curiously and then licking it. "Mmmmm...I like that oil," she said as I tossed the last of my clothes to the floor and hopped onto the bed, my cock at attention. "Why don't you spread some on that big dick of yours, honey, so it'll be all tasty for me to suck on." I lay on the bed alongside her and wiped my hands off on my dick, getting as much of the excess lotion from between my fingers as I could. My wiping soon became stroking as Elizabeth sensually licked my nipples and ran her hands up and down my excited body. Ever since our honeymoon Elizabeth has enjoyed incorporating my playing with myself as part of our
foreplay and I've come to enjoy it as well, especially when I'm stroking my hard cock and she takes the head in her hot mouth, swirling her tongue around it. The juxtaposition of her soft, wet tongue, and my rock-hard cock really excites me and makes me wish Elizabeth would blow me like she used to do when we were dating. She still sucks me during foreplay, but never lets me get off that way. When we first started going out I used to shoot heavy loads down Elizabeth's gulping throat. In fact, I was hoping once we were married I could coax her into blowing me more often. What man doesn't want a wife who'll drop to her knees and give him a wet, slutty blowjob after a long day at work?

I was thinking this as I stroked my slippery dick, the head growing darker and fuller, the veins standing out in stark relief as Elizabeth kissed and stroked her way down my body, closer and closer to my throbbing, dripping cock. I could feel her breath on my bulbous glans. Just as I thought I was about to get sucked Elizabeth looked up and said, "Shit! Look at the time! We better get ready! Did you forget we were going to the movies tonight?" Hell yes I'd forgotten! At that moment I think I'd forgotten what day of the week it was. But I knew from the mischievous twinkle in her eyes that she hadn't forgotten. She had timed our little interlude just right and was enjoying my current predicament. I looked at her, my horny dick still clenched in my fist while she leaned close to whisper sexily in my ear, "Don't worry, big fella. We'll have lots of fun tonight when we get home." With that she leaned down and slowly licked the pre-come off the head of my dick. I gasped at the sudden sensation. And
with a little smile on her face Elizabeth slowly deep-throated me, once, all the way down and all the way back up. The warm wetness of her mouth felt magnificent and I almost shot my load right there, but she immediately jumped up and scampered toward the bathroom. At the door she turned and said, "Better hurry up, honey, or we'll be late. Oh, and..." she smiled brightly, "...don't wear underwear."

It felt strange to have my semi-hard dick banging around inside my relaxed-fit jeans. Actually, my jeans were a size or so too big for me, since I'd lost about 15 pounds before our wedding and I hadn't replaced my casual clothes at that point. But Elizabeth had suggested I wear them, and I soon realized why. In the car on the way to the theater she snuggled up next to me, rubbing my thighs and kissing my neck. Soon my dick was hard again, tenting my jeans. She rubbed my bulge appreciatively and licked her lips. Due to my recent weight loss she was able to easily push my jeans down, exposing most of my frustrated cock. All the way to the theater she continuously sucked and licked my excited dick. I felt trapped in my bucket seat. I couldn't move back or sideways. Moving up only thrust me deeper into her sucking mouth. I couldn't come for fear of having a wreck,
and Elizabeth would not have allowed that anyway. Whenever I would get close to coming, she would stop to look up at me and stroke my cock lightly, keeping me just on the verge of orgasm. "Mmmmm...I like an excited husband," she said. "With a big...." licking up the shaft "....horny..." down the other side "...swollen..." just taking the head in hear mouth and licking it like an ice cream cone "...purple..." deep throating me then, my come building, she pulled away with a slurp "...cock..." she said, smiling, with a firm grip on the base of my dick. She kept me hard all the way to the movie theater.

I was shaking as I gave the ticket-tearer our tickets. I was afraid she would think I was having a heart attack. In the dark movie theater, for the next two hours Elizabeth gave me the same treatment, stroking and stopping, sucking and stopping, teasing me, making my cock drizzle endlessly in my oversize pants. She would whisper in my ear things like "Your cock is so big and hard. Maybe I'll keep you like this all night." "Are you horny, honey? What would you do for an orgasm, hmmm?" "I wish my girlfriends could see what a good, horny, obediant husband I have. Maybe I'll invite them over later..." I couldn't tell you what movie we saw if my life depended on it.

After the movie, on the way home, Elizabeth left me alone. She relaxed in her seat and yawned. "I don't know why I'm so tired all of a sudden," she said and my heart sank, "Maybe we should wait for tomorrow to have sex...would you mind?" But I had been teased too long to be put off. I was going to come that night, if at all possible. I told her that I needed to come, to please let me come. She couldn't tease me all night and then not let me come! Elizabeth slid over next to me and put her hand on my thigh, causing my cock to throb. She smiled enigmatically and said, "Well, we'll see..." At home, I undressed in record time and jumped in bed. My wife, on the other hand, seemed to be taking an eternity. It was all I could do to keep from just beating
off, replaying in my mind all the sexy things Elizabeth had done to me earlier in the day. Soon, although I hadn't been touched by my wife in an hour, I was rock-hard and dripping again.

Finally she came into the darkened room, naked, carrying a pair of my white bikini underwear. "Here, put these on," she said, tossing them to me. I wondered what she was up to, but I put them on anyway. My teased cock just fit into them and immediately started soaking the front panel with its enthusiasm. She climbed into bed and crawled over to rest one leg across my thighs, while she lightly ran her fingers up and down my torso. I tried not to thrust my cock up to meet her hand. "Are you sure you can't wait until tomorrow?" she asked innocently. Again I begged her to let me come. Finally she said, "Well, if you're that desperate, your cock should be plenty big and hard. Tell you what. I don't really feel like fucking tonight, but I will give you a blowjob, on one condition." As she spoke, she pulled both my arms up over my head and held them there,
looking in my eyes. "I've been teasing your cock so much tonight that you should be able to make it pop right out of those tiny underwear, right? So I'll suck however much you can push out of them. But you can't use your hands, deal?" I reluctantly agreed, and she let go of my arms, telling me to leave them there.

Tentatively, I tried flexing my cock. I could see the head throb, and another drop of pre-come oozed out of my white undies. I could see the head of my cock just beginning to peek out under the elastic. Again I flexed my dick. It grew a little longer, a little harder. Elizabeth was watching it like a cat watches a mouse. "That's it, honey, you can get your big ol' cock out of those flimsy panties. Come on. Do it." She began running her hands across my sensitive chest and I tried flexing my dick and thrusting my hips up at the same time. That seemed to work better, with nearly half my cockhead coming briefly into view. Soon I was humping the air in an absurd pantomime of sex, the only resistance provided by Elizabeth's leg, still thrown across my thigh.

Soon it became apparent that the underwear was small, but not small enough. My cock seemed to be about to pop out any second. The head would poke halfway out, but the elastic prevented it from popping all the way out. But with every stroke I could see it getting darker and darker, turning the color of a ripe plum. Elizabeth offered encouragement. "Oooh...just a little more, baby. Let me see that dick. Ummm. All that lubrication you're making should just make it that much easier. Come on, honey, don't you want me to suck your big, fat cock? Oh, if you had just another inch I'd be sucking it by now...you'd be coming like crazy and I'd be gulping down your jism. If your dick was an inch or two bigger maybe you could make me do what you wanted. But it's not and you do what I want." Her teasing words were driving me crazy, but I could not seem to get my dick all the way out. As the swollen head peeked halfway out once more, Elizabeth leaned down and licked the part of it that was momentarily exposed. "Oh honey, you're so close...can't you make it just a little longer and I'll suck you dry..."

Finally, after about 30 minutes of this, the top of my underwear was soaked with precome, I was at once very tired and excited beyond belief, and it was obvious that my dick was not coming out on its own. Crazed with horniness, I begged my wife to show mercy. "Please honey," I said, "please let me come. Help me out. I'll do anything you say. Just let me come tonight."

Elizabeth sat back, considering, "Anything I say, huh? I hope you realize what you're offering, lover. I can be very demanding you know." Right then I didn't care. I would've done anything, and I told her so. "Okay," she said, "I'll let you come tonight but that's the last time you'll get to come until next weekend. And only then if you've been good. And that means no jerking off behind my back, either. And you'll have to do everything I say all...next...week." With that she squeezed my throbbing cock for emphasis, sending another thick drop of seminal fluid oozing out of my underwear. She scooped it up on a finger and brought it to my lips. I hesitated and she said, "Anything I want, dear. I want us to be clear that means you'll be my slave to do with as I please." She smiled wickedly and I licked the seminal fluid off her finger.

"Good slave," she said, still smiling. "All right," she said, rolling over on top of me and straddling my face, "To seal this deal you will kiss your wife's ass, like a good slave-husband." She lowered her ass to my face and I quickly found myself engulfed in a world where the only sound, smell and taste was that of my wife's pungent flesh. I kissed and licked her, gasping for breath when she would lift up momentarily. "Tongue me," I heard her say during one of those brief moments and I stuck my tongue as far as I could inside her, wriggling it around and licking her like the desperate slave that I was. That I am. Finally she came, grinding her ass into my face. After taking a few moments to regain her composure, she climbed off of me and lay on the bed, facing me. For a giddy moment I thought she was going to blow me. She raised herself up so that she was only and inch or so above my straining cock.

"Baby, I told you earlier the only way I'd make you come was if you could make your dick pop out of your underwear by yourself," she said she pulled down my soaked underwear, finally exposing my desperate member, "and although I've agreed to give you some release, I'm not letting you out of our earlier arrangement. I'm not going to make you come, you are," she said she she allowed her beautiful breasts to brush against my cock.

She took first one of my hands from over my head, and then the other, placing them on my cock. As if they had minds of their own my hands wrapped around my tortured dick and began pumping it, using my own pre-come for lubrication. One hand was wrapped around the shaft and with the other I massaged my aching balls. "That's it, my little slave," Elizabeth said, "beat your meat for me. Shoot a big load, baby." I don't think my cock's ever been harder in my life. As I was pumping it, my dick would sometimes rub against her smooth, cool stomach and soft swaying breasts providing a sensual contrast to the way my flesh felt, hot and hard. Elizabeth teasingly chewed on my neck and licked my hard nipples as I shamelessly pumped my
distended dick. "You're the husband I've always wanted, slave. Come now. Come a lot so there'll be plenty for you to eat." With that my swollen cock exploded. I've never had such an out- of-control orgasm, and Elizabeth was right on top of it, catching semen on her stomach and quickly surrounding my jetting dick with her soft tits. Soon they were covered with my thick jism. While I was still panting, trying to catch my breath, I found a dripping nipple pressed into my mouth. "Eat it up, slave," Elizabeth said, "Lick all your creamy semen up. And I hope you like the taste, baby, because you're gonna be eating it regularly." My face smeared with my own come, my mouth full of tit, I looked at my new bride to see if she was kidding. There was no smile on her face as she said, "I know you wanted me to suck your cock, honey, but I'm finished with that now. You're the one who's gonna be on your knees, eating me out and slurping up come. And that's just the beginning..."

[wonderbo]

incredible story, I barely restrained myself from gumming while reading it! Did you write this?

[cumhardy]

incredible story, I barely restrained myself from gumming while reading it! Did you write this?

Thats what you get if you read erotic fiction without wearing your dentures

[Incubo]

Picking on a guy for his typos?

[wonderbo]

incredible story, I barely restrained myself from gumming while reading it! Did you write this?

Thats what you get if you read erotic fiction without wearing your dentures

Hahaha, not bad. Actually, I can spell...my iPhone doesn't though. It auto-corrects, sometimes annoyingly.

[camipco]

Thats what you get if you read erotic fiction without wearing your dentures

I declare this post to be officially hilarious.

Oh, yeah and the story was incredibly hot too. Great writing, thanks!

[wonderbo]

I hope Jizmolian isn't a "one hit wonder", I really liked this story.