By AarontheBaron for Literotica
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08/06/23 • -1 min
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Now for the really scary part
By AarontheBaron. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Layers Come Off
The tension in that honeymoon cabin was so thick you could cut it with a knife. I gently rested my hands on my virgin bride’s hips, and her shoulders twitched, I leaned forward and planted a very soft kiss at the base of her neck. She moaned softly, and then again as my hands slid upward, past the swell of her hips and her slender waist, gliding over the silky fabric up her back until, so very softly, my fingers left the satin and traced across the exposed skin of her back.
It was intoxicating. Her skin was hot to my touch, almost burning my hands, or at least that’s how it felt. Her head was drooping forward and I could hear her breathing turning shallow. I slipped my hands into the back of her dress and gently slid them outward, across her quivering shoulder blades, taking the fabric along until my fingers curved around her shoulders.
Her dress began to fall with a gentle rustle, to bunch up around her waist. I heard myself moan aloud as I looked at her bare back, and my hands skimmed back down her flawless skin, to settle at her sides. Goosebumps suddenly emerged across her entire torso.
She gave a little cry and her head went up and fell back, and I couldn’t resist: I pressed my lips to her exposed neck again and she writhed against me, gasping as she reached back and grabbed at me, whatever part of me she could get her hands on. My hands slipped lower, to her bare hips and pulled her back against me, and then swept upward across her stomach to cup her full breasts.
Her hands covered mine as I kneaded the soft flesh within her bra. Looking down over her shoulder I had a perfect view of her creamy breasts, and the way the soft skin yielded and gave in to my touch, and the way she moaned when my thumbs grazed over her now-hard protruding nipples, which were trying to poke clean through the thin fabric, my boxers were getting tighter and I was fighting to keep from just throwing her to the floor and screwing her brains out.
“That’s really nice,” she whispered, turning her face to kiss my cheek. I tore my eyes from the enchanting swell of her breasts and kissed her again, this time our tongues going straight in and caressing each other, and my fingers accidently discovered the front clasp of her bra and it gave way.
She gasped into my mouth, and I groaned and nearly fell to the floor as I felt the warm, soft, yielding flesh drop into my bare hands for the first time. Her nipples were hard and pointy under my thumbs, making her shiver as I tweaked them, and my cock was straining dangerously in my shorts, and all of a sudden I tore myself away and stepped back.
She swayed unsteadily for a moment, and turned to face me. There was confusion in her eyes, her hair was wildly askew and her hands impulsively covered her heaving globes.
“What’s wrong, Josh?” she breathed unevenly, with a slight frown. She blushed as she glanced down at herself, her dress wantonly bunched at her lovely waist.
I gulped hard. “Nothing,” I managed to get out. “But if we don’t slow down, we’ll never make it into the shower.” She gave a breathless little laugh, and I grinned back, then let my eyes rove over her body, brazenly, obviously, willing her to feel my burning desire for her.
Have I mentioned how beautiful she is? Her long dark hair was a frame for a face that was pale and lovely, slender, with finely formed features that to me were just perfect. Her neck was slender and delicate, curving out into exquisite shoulders, with the most beautiful pearlescent breasts I had ever seen, and the only real ones at that, swelling from her chest. She dropped her hands as she saw my eyes gazing over her, and with a very pretty blush she showed me her charms, and I was enraptured. They were full, and round and perky, and as I had already experienced, they filled my hands to overflowing, and I have fairly large hands. Her pink nipples stood proudly, belying the shrinking shyness that seemed to overtake her, just begging to be kissed and suckled, with the darker area, the areola I think? about the size of a quarter-dollar, they were utterly perfect. Her nipples saluted slightly upward.
It took some effort to look away from them and continue my visual feast, but I was rewarded with the most beautiful, flat abdomen and finely sculpted hips, just flaring out from her slender waist before disappearing into the tangled white satin that still clung to her womanly hips, and the top of her lacy black panties, peeking sensually out, and providing an awesome contrast ...
Now for the really scary part
By AarontheBaron. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Layers Come Off
The tension in that honeymoon cabin was so thick you could cut it with a knife. I gently rested my hands on my virgin bride’s hips, and her shoulders twitched, I leaned forward and planted a very soft kiss at the base of her neck. She moaned softly, and then again as my hands slid upward, past the swell of her hips and her slender waist, gliding over the silky fabric up her back until, so very softly, my fingers left the satin and traced across the exposed skin of her back.
It was intoxicating. Her skin was hot to my touch, almost burning my hands, or at least that’s how it felt. Her head was drooping forward and I could hear her breathing turning shallow. I slipped my hands into the back of her dress and gently slid them outward, across her quivering shoulder blades, taking the fabric along until my fingers curved around her shoulders.
Her dress began to fall with a gentle rustle, to bunch up around her waist. I heard myself moan aloud as I looked at her bare back, and my hands skimmed back down her flawless skin, to settle at her sides. Goosebumps suddenly emerged across her entire torso.
She gave a little cry and her head went up and fell back, and I couldn’t resist: I pressed my lips to her exposed neck again and she writhed against me, gasping as she reached back and grabbed at me, whatever part of me she could get her hands on. My hands slipped lower, to her bare hips and pulled her back against me, and then swept upward across her stomach to cup her full breasts.
Her hands covered mine as I kneaded the soft flesh within her bra. Looking down over her shoulder I had a perfect view of her creamy breasts, and the way the soft skin yielded and gave in to my touch, and the way she moaned when my thumbs grazed over her now-hard protruding nipples, which were trying to poke clean through the thin fabric, my boxers were getting tighter and I was fighting to keep from just throwing her to the floor and screwing her brains out.
“That’s really nice,” she whispered, turning her face to kiss my cheek. I tore my eyes from the enchanting swell of her breasts and kissed her again, this time our tongues going straight in and caressing each other, and my fingers accidently discovered the front clasp of her bra and it gave way.
She gasped into my mouth, and I groaned and nearly fell to the floor as I felt the warm, soft, yielding flesh drop into my bare hands for the first time. Her nipples were hard and pointy under my thumbs, making her shiver as I tweaked them, and my cock was straining dangerously in my shorts, and all of a sudden I tore myself away and stepped back.
She swayed unsteadily for a moment, and turned to face me. There was confusion in her eyes, her hair was wildly askew and her hands impulsively covered her heaving globes.
“What’s wrong, Josh?” she breathed unevenly, with a slight frown. She blushed as she glanced down at herself, her dress wantonly bunched at her lovely waist.
I gulped hard. “Nothing,” I managed to get out. “But if we don’t slow down, we’ll never make it into the shower.” She gave a breathless little laugh, and I grinned back, then let my eyes rove over her body, brazenly, obviously, willing her to feel my burning desire for her.
Have I mentioned how beautiful she is? Her long dark hair was a frame for a face that was pale and lovely, slender, with finely formed features that to me were just perfect. Her neck was slender and delicate, curving out into exquisite shoulders, with the most beautiful pearlescent breasts I had ever seen, and the only real ones at that, swelling from her chest. She dropped her hands as she saw my eyes gazing over her, and with a very pretty blush she showed me her charms, and I was enraptured. They were full, and round and perky, and as I had already experienced, they filled my hands to overflowing, and I have fairly large hands. Her pink nipples stood proudly, belying the shrinking shyness that seemed to overtake her, just begging to be kissed and suckled, with the darker area, the areola I think? about the size of a quarter-dollar, they were utterly perfect. Her nipples saluted slightly upward.
It took some effort to look away from them and continue my visual feast, but I was rewarded with the most beautiful, flat abdomen and finely sculpted hips, just flaring out from her slender waist before disappearing into the tangled white satin that still clung to her womanly hips, and the top of her lacy black panties, peeking sensually out, and providing an awesome contrast ...
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Virgins’ Brave Consummation: Part 1
A tale of a terrifying wedding night.
By AarontheBaron. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Devout Believers Face Their Wedding Night mental struggles.
I took a deep breath and tried to calm the palpitations that were pounding through my veins. I was standing on the edge of a mountain, nothing but vast open space around me for miles. The height wasn’t helping me relax, and for the hundredth time I silently asked myself why on earth I had wanted to get married on a mountain?
Then I saw her, veiled and gowned in white, gracefully descending the stairs towards me, and the world was made anew.
Okay, let me back up a bit and start at the beginning.
My name is Josh, and I am, well, let’s just say I’m an average guy, reasonably good-looking and very solidly walking a middle path through life. Which is as much as to say I haven’t got a lot of money, but I am not hurting either, and I’m certainly no heartthrob but I ain’t ugly. I’m the kind of guy that likes to be in the middle of things, without being the guy out in front of everything.
Now that that is comfortably out of the way, let me present the real reason I wrote all this down, and the reason 90% of you are reading it: my wife.
Odd, how small a word that is: wife. And yet, it holds so much meaning,
- · She’s my lover.
- · My companion.
- · My homemaker and helpmate.
- · My everlasting.
- · My forever and ever, amen.
Not to belabor a dead cliché here, but she is also the kindest, warmest, sweetest, prettiest and funniest woman in the whole world to me. I’ve never known anyone like her, and to be honest I have no idea why she would want to share the world with me, but I sure ain’t complaining.
How we met.
We met a couple years ago, courtesy of some mutual friends at a religious convention we both happened to be attending. She was engaged at the time, or at least was going to be, to some guy she had known for years, but from the moment I first saw her, well, let me just tell you about what happened.
I was travelling with a group of friends and family, and we had come from a couple states away to attend this convention. It was a weekend-long affair, and we had, of course, gotten a late start, so it was a couple hours into the meetings that we finally arrived at the event center. But that turned out to be the best thing that had happened to me up to that time, because the way the event was set up, after every couple hours they would have a short bit of live music, kinda like an intermission, while everybody got up and stretched their legs.
So right as we were coming in the back of the conference room, where it was kept kind of dark, the music was starting at the front, on a bright stage.
And there, standing alone in the brilliance of the floodlights, was Sara.
I didn’t know her; I had never seen her before, and if she hadn’t been there, at that moment, I probably never would have. But there she was, standing tall in a flowing black evening gown, a beautiful violin tucked under her chin. Her eyes were shining, and her bow was moving gracefully across the strings, and what I heard, the music that she coaxed from that violin, I have never heard anything so beautiful in all my life.
To be honest I had never really been into music that much: I’m more of a writer and artist than musician. Certainly never been too keen on the violin.
But that day, as those trembling chords wafted enticingly and poignantly across the room, I stood, transfixed, unmoving and unable to move. All around me the music swayed and danced, slowly, and on the stage she slowly swayed with it, her eyes now shut and utter peace upon her brow. I cannot tell you how long the piece lasted; but I stood there for a thousand years, like in Tolkien’s fantasy novel, when Beren first saw Luthien; and I knew.
I knew I had laid eyes upon the one, the only one.
And then, as the music came to an end and the spell was broken, my fledgling hope was dashed upon the rocks. No sooner had the crowd begun to applaud than a tall handsome guy sprang up onto the stage and caught her in his arms, laughing and swinging her around in a circle. I can still hear the silver tinkle of her laughter, surprised and delighted, and see the radiant smile on her face, and then all at once he was down on one knee before her, she had clapped both hands to her mouth, and the crowd was going wild as he presented her with a ring.
You ever had that experience where you are dreaming something wonderful, something that you want with all your heart, is just about to happen and you cannot possibly wait one more second, and then yo...
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Stranger by the Sea
Michael’s chance meeting on the sands, leads to a revelation.
Adopted from posts By Pearce R Daly & moonstormer. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Cape Cod in late August is quite beautiful. The world has settled into summer, everything slows down, in the mind the knowledge of the coming end of the season is muted. One’s body adjusts to the temperatures and the sun’s bathing rays leave a feeling of being embraced by the season; wholesomely healthy. After a day’s play, the sun settles to a warm evening, a glass of wine, and perhaps a bit of nakedness; unless you are alone.
I had not planned to visit the Cape by myself; however, life often takes turns we can’t predict, nor control. Julie and I had eloped two years ago, seemingly fine, then she told me she had become interested in someone else.
As hard as that was to take, when I found out who it was, I was devastated; my brother Rich. I probably should have noticed how they would joke, pull pranks together and just enjoy each other’s company. I had no idea this was going on or how long. Maybe it is true that the spouse is always the last to know.
Rich had been in many relationships over the past 10 years. He’d not been good at keeping relationships; any relationships. Even mom was frustrated that he didn’t visit her since dad died.
Since the beach house was already booked, I said; “fuck it”, and headed out for a few days of adventure. I brought enough to keep myself entertained, not looking to drown my sorrows in a bar. I was determined not to carry a banner for my own ‘pity committee’.
In this area known for fun and sun, I had prepared myself for a quiet time of reading and self- reflection. I found a bit of calmness here and thought maybe I should explore. The smell and feel of the ocean air opens one’s other senses as nothing else can.
One evening I headed up to the National Seashore to walk and found myself on a quiet, isolated piece of beach. No one was in sight of where I was, except a solitary women seated, silhouetted against the cresting sea. As I was nearing her, I notice her brown, flowing hair cascading to the mid of her naked back. I cleared my throat as a subtle notice of my presence, she turned and noticed me.
I said hello and asked how she was this evening she smiled and responded that she was quite well. Her knees were pulled up to her chest, arms holding them. It was then that I realized she was totally naked.
We exchanged, what was for me, a slightly uncomfortable conversation. She said her name was Terry and she was visiting friends and just needed to walk out here to clear her head. I told her my name was Mike. She smiled as she looked me up and down. As the conversation continued, she suggested that maybe, if I shed my clothing, we would feel more comfortable; on the same level so to speak. All that I could see of her was hot and as I tried to be non-nonchalant in removing my clothes, my cock springing from my boxers gave me away.
Terry sprang to her feet, running to the water, telling me to catch her if I can. There was no way that I wasn’t going to catch her. And there was no way she was going let me not catch her.
We both tumbled into the water, the cool feel of the Atlantic pulling the heat from extremities, but certainly not everywhere. Our lips met in a deep embrace, my cock hardening against her smooth, flat belly, her hard nipples pressed into my chest. My hands pressed down Terry’s back, caressing the smooth roundness of her ass checks, pulling her to me more. We didn’t know each other, but we both wanted this, needed this and were not about to let the opportunity escape.
Terry clasped my hand, pulling me up the beach to a spot where her clothing and a blanket were piled. She pushed me onto my back and proceeded to take my aching cock into her mouth. Her tongue traced the head and then down and up my shaft, teasing the slit at the tip. She slid her lips over the head twisting and sucking while stroking below. I had to stop her before exploding in her mouth, her lips pulling from my dick with a pop.
Now it was my turn to taste her, even after being in the water, her scent was intoxicating. I licked and kissed around her mounds, finally parting her lips and finding my way to paradise. Terry lifted her hips, grinding and gyrating her hot, wet cunt harder in my face. My tongue working circles around her clit, she grabbed my hair, held me to her glistening pearl, she pressed harder to my face, her orgasm building from deep within. I pulled back quickly to catch a breath, only to be yanked back to her ...
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