Wedding Dress Blues

WEDDING DRESS BLUES By Lance DeLonge The ceremony had been beautiful, perhaps the most beautiful Mrs. Carol Oberwise had ever seen. With the entire wedding party in their perfect sharp tuxedos and their lace and silken gowns. The evening had turned out perfectly, warm and tranquil despite the light shower early that morning, nearly cloudless sky with a slight breeze coming in off the water as the afternoon started its slow change into evening, the air ripe with the delicate scent of jasmine. The sky was a brilliant blue with the first stirrings of twinkling lights breaking the deep purity. The crickets began their serenade in the cooling evening air, a miraculous sound of natural wonder on the sandy beach as it mixed with the waves rolling gently against the sand. The only thing that looked out of place was that no one was wearing shoes. And as her oldest daughter walked down the sandy isle she couldn't help but start to cry she was so proud. Stacie had dreamed of such a wedding with only a few close friends and family on their little beach on the Louisiana coast. She made the perfect bride, her dark features a perfect contrast to her ivory dress, a masterpiece of lace and satin that must have cost her father quite a bit. The bottom of her long gown brushed the soft sun warmed sand as she walked down from the little beach house to the small party gathered on the beach, arm in arm with her dad and beaming as warmly as the setting sun. Her toes slipped into the cool sand with each step, tiny grains sticking to her bare skin. I stood waiting for her, my groomsmen beside me and her bridesmaids across from me. The night before we had all shared an evening of unbridled lust but now nothing could seem more pure. Lindsey smiled sweetly at her little sister walking down the aisle, happiness glistening in her eyes. I stood in awe as her father put her hand in mine and smiled at the two of us, proud of his baby girl. Stacie turned to me, her depthless dark eyes meeting mine and smiling broadly. Stacie had chosen a family friend, Judge Alice Mills to marry us since neither she nor I were very religious. I had met Judge Mills a couple of times at parties Stacie's parents had taken us to but never imagined I would be standing before her like this. Her black robes of office were a far cry from the tiny lace negligee that I had last seen her in. But then there had been many people I had met under similar circumstances since meeting Stacie and her family. Judge Mills began the ceremony and I could barely hear what she was saying. My thoughts kept drifting to the events I had planned for that night. I managed to say my lines in all the right places by little more than dumb luck and as we kissed our first kiss as husband and wife I knew I was the luckiest man in New Orleans. The next couple of hours were a blur as we were rushed off to a small reception at her parents house in the Garden District. Again I was amazed at all of the old beautiful houses that made up the historic area. The reception was beautiful, the large antique house filled with all of our friends and family, a strictly vanilla event which seemed rare for Michael and Carol Oberwise although I had an idea that the after party would loosen up a bit, an idea confirmed by who the late stayers were later that night.. After hours of dancing and drinking and toasting, the guests finally started to disperse and before we knew it we were nearly alone. Mike finally managed to push us into the limo he had arranged and we were off to our awaiting hotel room. With all the planning and arrangements that went into the event, this was really the first time my new wife and I had been alone in days. "You look amazing," I managed as she laid her head against me, pushing her lacey veil to the side, "your dress is incredible." "Thank you" she smiled shyly, her voice sounded completely exhausted after all the week's activities. "I hope you're not too worn our for a little wedding night fun?" I jested, knowing full well the answer. "Oh darling," she began, slipping into her graceful southern drawl, " I do not know of what you refer, I am but a gentle and virtuous lady." Her lace gloved hand slid up the inside of my leg and she pressed her fingers against my growing erection. Our lips met softly, slowly greeting each others until the heat began to rise, that familiar and intoxicating arousal that Stacie seemed to instill in me with even the gentlest of touches. When the limo finally stopped in the heart of the French Quarter, Stacie smoothed out her ivory gown as we stepped on to the cobblestone street in front of the hotel. Thanking the driver, we hurried through the lobby to our awaiting room. I was glad I had checked us in earlier that day. The burning hunger that had begun to grow on the ride there was best quenched sooner rather than later. We hurried up to our suite, the elevator rising far too slowly for either of our likings. We rushed down the hall when the doors finally opened to the very last door. It felt as if the entire hotel were conspiring against us. I lifted her up and carried her across the threshold as she pushed the door closed behind us and headed straight for the bedroom. "You're going to have to help me take off the dress," she muttered between kisses, kicking her shoes off as she sat down on the elegant comforter. "Maybe later. Right now I want you in it." Stacie smiled wickedly at me as she helped me to strip off my tuxedo, throwing the jacket and shirt on the floor in a rush of raw lust, yanking my pants free and bowing her head onto my awaiting staff. Her veil hung down from her braided hair as she engulfed me, heat and friction surrounding my throbbing shaft as her strong lips slipped up and down, her playful tongue caressing the edge of my cock. I had been thinking about this all day and was nearly on the verge of explosion as it was. I gently pulled her from her passion, kissing her deeply as I laid her out on the embroidered blanket. Pushing her satiny dress to her hips, I quickly pulled her matching French cut panties down her ivory thigh high nylons and tossed them to the floor. I delved into her depths, her bald sex lifting to meet me as my new wife cried out. I loved the sound of Stacie's moans, her voice so open and vulnerable as the taste of her engulfed my tongue and senses. My tongue danced around her sensitive bud, rubbing it with alternating short and long sensuous strokes. She must have been imagining it all day too because she came after only a few short minutes, her skin flushing red, much more noticeable than usual against the ivory fabric. I smiled as I teased her, kissing her sensitive flesh as the final tingling sensations of orgasm dissipated. I climbed on top of her, her fingers adeptly guiding my eager cock into her. Now, face to face and alone we made love slowly, kissing and caressing as the pleasure mounted unhurriedly within, a gradual climb onto a mountain of fiery bliss. We climaxed at the same time, our bodies shuddering with the exquisite pleasure that consummated our marriage for the first time, the first of many to come. Stacie's breathing was heavy as she basked in the after glow, a look of blissful contentment adorning her flushed face. I stared at her for a moment, our eyes meeting as my hand rand down her side, admiring the woman I would spend the rest of my life with. Pearly beads were embroidered on her wedding gown in almost knot work patterns, graceful designs that wound around themselves across the soft flawless material. "I've gotten you a surprise," I said as I slid down next to her on the bed, "a wedding gift for my bride." "You've never really managed to surprise me before," she chided playfully. She was right though, ever since we met she had been the one surprising me time after time. But this time I had figured out something she would never expect, a gift she would cherish. I sat up and walked over to the door. Two young black men sat in our little living room area anxiously awaiting my signal. I waved them over and turned around to face my new wife. I slid open a drawer in the dresser near the door and took out a hand held video recorder, flicked it open and quickly pushed the record button. The little red dot blinked on and I aimed it at Stacie, her stunning gown filling the small LCD screen. I didn't want her to forget one moment of this. "One thing I did want this to be was a night you would remember - and that's a little hard considering the extent of some of the things we've done." I chuckled as the two men filed into the room. Stacie's face lit up, the exhaustion disappearing completely from her face, her dark eyes bright with the promise of the next few hours. "Well, you have certainly gotten my attention," she smiled, sitting up and smoothing out her silky dress over her legs. The two men moved to either side of her, eyeing their newly wed treat. "I don't know their names and we're going to keep it that way, a little kinkier I think. I had your sister help track down the two guys with the best bodies and biggest dicks in the city." I continued as she began to feel the men through their pants, their large cocks already making their pants bulge noticeably. "I'm sure she must have had to audition dozens." Stacie smiled, undoubtedly thinking the same thing. "Well, she did very well." "I have only one more caveat," I interjected as Stacie began to pull the first man's pants off, sliding his zipper down and licking her lips at the impending release. She eyed me suspiciously, one eyebrow raised. "Oh, and what's that?" "Your dress has to stay on." I smiled as her eyes widened. "You know my mom has been obsessive about this dress. If anything ever happened to it . . ." Thinking back to the night that I ask her father for permission to marry his beautiful daughter, I could only smile. "Babe, I'm sure she will understand." The first man had the rest of his clothes off by now and the other one was well on his way, stripping down and presenting his long wide cock to my wife. She gripped one with each hand, lowering her mouth to the first as the man placed his hand on the back of her head, pushing his long shaft deep into her mouth. Stacie took it all in gratefully, her eyes looking up at her new nameless lover as her mouth went to work on his tool. The other one began to fondle her breasts through her dress and lifted up the hem of her dress, palming her welcoming ass lustfully. I watched for what must have been the fiftieth time as Stacie began to suck another man's dick, it stilled stirred my blood to watch it unfold. She switched to the second man, devouring his fat rod with graceful skill. Their dark skin was a stark contrast to her light tanned skin. Her full pink lips slipped around their black skin easily, her slick saliva lubricating each shaft for her strong hand to pump as she switched from one cock to the other, her ivory lace veil partially concealing her face as it hung down from behind her ears. The ivory and pearl beads woven into her up braided hair gave her a look of sophistication and grace, but as she slurped at the two huge pricks of her black cocksmen, her soft lace glove covered fingers sliding the length of each back and forth revealed her true nature, a sexual predator in the guise of a virtuous angel. Stacie would comment later on how good looking the men were, and I guess I had to agree. The first man was a bit taller than me, his head shaven smooth but his features strong and handsome. He had a chiseled chest and certainly thought much of himself. He had a panther tattoo on his shoulder blade that stretched down half the length of his back, the big cat crouching ready to pounce. His legs were well muscled too, his thighs and calves flexing as he pushed his cock deeper into Stacie's mouth. The second man had a similar build but a bit shorter than his partner, his hair cut short and with a fu man chu of black bristly hair. The first man pushed my wife carefully down onto the bed and knelt beside her, her legs hanging off the side of the bed. He thrust his cock back into her mouth as soon as she let him while the second knelt between her legs and pushed her dress up to her waist, pressing his mouth to her sex as he slipped a large finger into her slick depths. Stacie cooed with delight, her head bobbing against the first man's prick as he ran his dark black fingers across her flushed cheek. Stacie strained to open her legs wider, willing to do anything to help out the second man. Her strong hips thrust against his tongue longingly, the strong muscle flicking across her engorged arousal bud gently but firmly, hunting for her moans and pleasure. Her free hand pressed his head between her spread legs, desperate not to let that skilled mouth go. After a few arduous moments Stacie finally came, her body tensing as her muscles convulsed in sweet delicious orgasm. The second man quickly stood up and eased his cock into her while Stacie lifted her stocking clad legs into the air, allowing him to slide smoothly inside her and began to thrust against her. Her mouth continued to worked the first man's tool, alternately sucking his large head and his balls, licking the sensitive organs as her hand slid slowly over his elongated shaft. I watched through the small glowing screen, envious of the two men and working the camera angles to make sure that I recorded every detail. Stacie was in bliss as the two men assailed her, their strong bodies taking their pleasure from the new bride still in her wedding dress. Enthralled in her favorite situation Stacie soon climaxed again followed closely by the second man, his cock empting its great load in Stacie's hungry womb as he groaned profanities at her. She loved every moment of it, the debauchery nearly driving her to another climax. The second man rested inside Stacie's tight slit for a moment before pulling roughly out, the quick movement pulling some his seed out as well which proceeded to run down between her round ass cheeks and pool on her pristine dress. Stacie rolled over and climbed up on the bed, resting on her hands and knees, offering her well seeded cunt to the first man who quickly took his place. He slid his cock into her, groaning as his heavy prick stretched the walls of her tight slit. He muttered something about how tight and wet she was but she was already busy cleaning the second man's dark manhood, her mouth working the long member, cleaning off any traces of his come like sweet nectar. The first man began to thrust into her harder, her body working between the two in perfect rhythm, a beautiful and sensuous dance of three bodies in euphoric bliss. The second man was hard again in minutes, Stacie's hungry mouth devouring his prick, her strong red tongue caressing his helmet, its finely attuned tip tracing the sensitive rim teasingly. The second man was in heaven as she gripped his fat cock with her free hand and began jacking him off in time to her bobbing head, her wet mouth lubricating his stiff shaft as her fingers deftly sent ripples of exquisite pleasure coursing throughout his body. The first man slowly stroked into her hot pussy, trying desperately to control his own orgasm as he watched intently as the beautiful white bitch pleasured his friend as her husband video taped it all. Stacie groaned each time he sunk into her, stretching her well used cunt as she pushed back against him, eager to take his full length. He palmed her round white ass, Stacie's tight asshole staring up at him hungrily. He reached between their bodies, fingering around her heated sex and whetting his thick black fingers with her wetness that now flowed freely from her, streaming down her legs and covering his balls as he continued to fuck her with painful slowness. Making sure that I was taping it, he positioned his middle finger at the tight opening of her ass and pushed in until his entire finger was submerged. She crooned, gasping aloud as the man began to finger fuck her. Her hole clenched tightly at his invading finger in an effort to heighten the perverse pleasure that she relentlessly sought. Within moments her body trembled as yet another orgasm wracked her gyrating body, her sex erupting in irresistible pleasure that spread like lighting throughout her, making her toes and fingertips tingle with unimaginable ecstasy. The first man could no longer hold back and drilled cruelly into her welcoming slit, pounding against my wife's hips with audible power. She groaned with the intensity of his thrusts, her mouth struggling to continue sucking on the second man's cock as she lost more and more control of herself. The first man cried out with low, deep moans as his cock erupted deep into her, rockets of come filling her with his pleasure and sweet nectar. Stacie came again with the feeling of his sperm filling her up, her cries of passion loud and guttural, her body shaking with the domineering pounding the man was giving her. For a few moments the two sat gasping on the bed, Stacie caressing the second man's cock breathlessly as she waited to recover. When the first man finally pulled out of her, thick white come streamed from her opening, spilling down her legs and covering the inside of her dress. She tried to get up, obviously needing to clean herself but her knees trembled and she quickly sat back down on the bed. I smiled and passed the camera to the first man as I climbed on the bed, kissing my new wife. She smelled of sex, the unmistakable scent of an aroused woman that filled the room, sweet and delicious. I laid down behind her and pulled her hips on top of my face. I dove into her sodden apex, sucking the sweet taste of her arousal from her delicate lips. Gently I caressed her sex, my tongue sliding along her mouth, overwhelmed by the taste of her mixed with her lovers. It was such a heady flavor, tart and sweet, heavy and musky, black and white. Her mouth swallowed my cock as she rocked back against my mouth, the familiar heat and wetness engulfing my engorged shaft with utter pleasure. She waited until she was sure I had cleaned every drop of her lovers' seed from her before pulling her pussy from my mouth and straddling my hips with hers. She slowly sunk down onto my erect prick, the feel of her hot wet cunt swallowing me again was irresistible. She looked down at me from her sitting position as our hips met, her hair that had taken hours to create this morning was a complete mess, thick dark strands hung down her flushed face. She had attempted to push them back up under her veil but they had found their way out again. At least one of her dress straps had broken and her sweet pale breasts hung out freely, the top of her dress now pushed down around her waist now as the second man groped her exposed breast, pulling her mouth roughly to his as I reveled in the feeling of her hungry pussy once again. I could see the man's tongue as it slid into Stacie's welcoming mouth, her tongue reciprocating as her hand caressed his face. Her hips remained still, holding me in place as I tried to thrust deeper into her. The man released Stacie and began suckling one of her stiff brown nipples, leaving her gasping for air as she rolled her head back, her eyes closing softly in utter euphoria. After a moment she remembered the dick she now controlled and leaned forward, laying on top of me, her beautiful face only inches from mine. My hips finally released, I began slowly slipping into her, her hungry sex inviting as the soft delicate lips clung tightly to my invading shaft. The first man moved forward and pressed his semi-erect cock to her lips and she eagerly accepted it, savoring the mix of his seed and her cunt that still coated it. The second man quickly took advantage of Stacie's position and moved behind her. He rubbed some of her arousal onto her clenched asshole and penetrated it with two thick fingers, pulling at its edges gently. Stacie's body moved against his fingers, preparing for his impending penetration. Her eyes smiled as she continued to swallow the first man's now hard member, happily anxious to feel so full again. After a few moments of finger fucking, the second man began to ease his huge member into Stacie's tight ass, his large hands gripping her hips powerfully as he pulled them back against his invading cock. I could see that the first man was continuing to tape the scene, panning slowly from his where his friend was now ass fucking my new bride down to where she eagerly sucked on his long thick cock only inches from my face. I couldn't wait to see the tape later, I could only imagine that it would provide a lot of exciting nights in the future. Stacie rocked back and forth atop of me, my cock slipping easily into her as she thrust back against it, the second man's prick sinking into her protruding ass at the same time then she engulfed the first man's cock as she bounced forward again. Her hand worked up and down his shaft in rhythm to her mouth as it slid in and out in erotically beautiful cadence, gripping the thick prick possessively. The man groaned as he watched her, their eyes locked in shameless lust. I could feel the second man's cock press against mine through the walls of Stacie's cunt, imposing and insistent. Stacie's body trembled as if she was in a constant state of climax, her beautiful mouth whimpering in sheer lustful bliss as it continued to suck the cock that was thrust into it until the cock finally erupted inside, filling her mouth with thick delicious come she so wanted. Stacie made every attempt to swallow every volley of semen that the long black prick shot into her but sperm soon trickled down her chin as her efforts were quickly overwhelmed, the first man cruelly thrusting deeper and deeper into her throat. She only allowed him to pull his spent cock from her mouth after she had sucked every last drop from its great length, making certain that she was not leaving a bit of the tart liquid. She then turned her attention to the two dicks still inside of her. As she stared into my eyes, I could tell that she was completely lost in lust, her body rolling instinctually with our thrusts. She was able to make little more than whimpers now as she concentrated on rolled her hips against our cocks. She pressed her lips to my mouths, soft and wet she kissed me deeply until I became lost in her as well. Our tongues twined against each other in slow sensual combat as our bodies seemed to become one. We made love then as the other man pounded into her, his groans of orgasm almost forgotten as Stacie's hips slowly engulfed my cock. After he had finished, the second man pulled out roughly and I could feel his seed spill out and pour down between Stacie's legs and mine. But more than at any other time we were one, joined in love, and after many long minutes of intense sensual love we came together, each of our bodies feeding the other one's please as the sweetest and most fulfilling climax either of us had ever known flowed through us, washing us in euphoric bliss. We lay kissing for another hour after the two men had finally left, leaving the video camera on the night stand still recording. We slept better that than any I can remember, cradled in each others arms and secure in each other's love. The next day we'd be on a plane for the Caribbean, ready for our next great adventure together. 7600 1.64/512345