I looked into her eyes and then let one hand slide from around her waist up to her full firm breast. I carressed it gently through her gown and she melted against me, breathing into my ear. As she nuzzled my neck, shivers ran up and down my spine. I whispered into her ear,
"Sweetheart, I feel like it would be a...sin, to...pollute you with my sissy sperm tonight. It would be sacrilage to ask you to take my inadequite penis, especially on your wedding night. Do...do you think we should invite some of the men over to help us on our wedding night?"
Amanda pulled her face away from my neck and stared warmly into my eyes. Through the fabric of her gown I could feel her nipples get even harder. I slowly dropped my hand to her groin and rubbed it gently, softly. She ground herself even more gently against my hand. With a look of wonton lust in her eyes, she breathlessly whispered back to me,
"Darling...that's so sweet of you. I think that that would be lovely. But don't
YOU want to take the bride tonight?"
I answered,
"I...well...it went pretty quickly today. I think you should be...properly ...consumated on your wedding day."
"Of course darling...if you insist." Amanda smiled demurly.
I grinned broadly back. There was nothing left to say. As we looked into each others eyes, we both could see the understanding in each other. We both wanted it; each for separate reasons.
Our arms around each other, we wandered back to the party. We made our way to two of the black men who where talking to each other. Humbly I asked them,
"Sirs?...We would be honoured if you would join us on our wedding night." The black men looked only at Amanda and smiled wickedly. One of them asked her,
"Will you be at your place Amanda?"
Amanda answered quietly,
"Yes we I will."
They grinned again, then each of them kissed her deeply. Over the next few minutes we asked several more of the black men. I was insanely horny. Not to take my sweet bride myself, but to once again see her moaning in passion as she was so beautifully impaled by her black lovers. The evening wore on and as enjoyable as it was, Amanda and I where itching to leave. Eventually she found her mother alone and told her that we where leaving. Christine hugged her warmly then escorted us out to our car. We waved as we pulled away. It took quite an effort to drive calmly to our home and seemed to take forever. We went straight to the bedroom, holding each other closely. As we entered we saw all the black men waiting in the room. They where naked and very aroused. I escorted my wife to the bed then kneeled beside it as they took Amanda and placed her across the pink satin sheets.
I wont even try to describe the happenings. My sweet bride was finally consumated properly. Over several hours she was impaled repeatedly by their massive organs. She received a few loads of black sperm in her mouth but the rest of it was spent in her delicate vagina and beautiful anus. She moaned, gasped and occassionaly screamed herself horse. The last two men to take her peeled her gown off before climbing under and onto Amanda. Clad only in her veil, garter belt, stockings, shoes and jewelry, Amanda took my breath away. Her breasts where firm and her nipples stood out proudly.
Finally, in the early morning hours, they left. Amanda lay on the bed, basking in the glory of her new found womanhood. I shed my clothes, leaving my underwear on and crawled in between her legs. Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I softly licked my sweet bride. She squirmed gently under my loving tongue as our fingers intertwinned on her chest. Amanda tasted beautiful. A bit of the black sperm still dribbled from her and I felt honoured to lick it up. It made me feel closer to my wife. After some time I kissed my way up her beautiful body. Her breasts where glorious and she lovingly stroked me as I kissed and licked them. Eventually I was holding her close and we kissed softly. We stared into each others eyes not saying anything. I would make love with her; but not tonight. There would be time for that later. Tonight my wife would bask in the glow of her first black impalement. I held her close as she lay with her veiled head on my chest. I reached over and flipped the switch that turned off the soft room lights. The moon shone through the window bathing us in a soft romantic glow. I slid the covers over us and felt my new wife hold me closer, her fingers gently stroking my side. As I drifted off to sleep I felt a warm glow of contentment. It was going to be quite a marriage.
"Sweetheart, I feel like it would be a...sin, to...pollute you with my sissy sperm tonight. It would be sacrilage to ask you to take my inadequite penis, especially on your wedding night. Do...do you think we should invite some of the men over to help us on our wedding night?"
Amanda pulled her face away from my neck and stared warmly into my eyes. Through the fabric of her gown I could feel her nipples get even harder. I slowly dropped my hand to her groin and rubbed it gently, softly. She ground herself even more gently against my hand. With a look of wonton lust in her eyes, she breathlessly whispered back to me,
"Darling...that's so sweet of you. I think that that would be lovely. But don't
YOU want to take the bride tonight?"
I answered,
"I...well...it went pretty quickly today. I think you should be...properly ...consumated on your wedding day."
"Of course darling...if you insist." Amanda smiled demurly.
I grinned broadly back. There was nothing left to say. As we looked into each others eyes, we both could see the understanding in each other. We both wanted it; each for separate reasons.
Our arms around each other, we wandered back to the party. We made our way to two of the black men who where talking to each other. Humbly I asked them,
"Sirs?...We would be honoured if you would join us on our wedding night." The black men looked only at Amanda and smiled wickedly. One of them asked her,
"Will you be at your place Amanda?"
Amanda answered quietly,
"Yes we I will."
They grinned again, then each of them kissed her deeply. Over the next few minutes we asked several more of the black men. I was insanely horny. Not to take my sweet bride myself, but to once again see her moaning in passion as she was so beautifully impaled by her black lovers. The evening wore on and as enjoyable as it was, Amanda and I where itching to leave. Eventually she found her mother alone and told her that we where leaving. Christine hugged her warmly then escorted us out to our car. We waved as we pulled away. It took quite an effort to drive calmly to our home and seemed to take forever. We went straight to the bedroom, holding each other closely. As we entered we saw all the black men waiting in the room. They where naked and very aroused. I escorted my wife to the bed then kneeled beside it as they took Amanda and placed her across the pink satin sheets.
I wont even try to describe the happenings. My sweet bride was finally consumated properly. Over several hours she was impaled repeatedly by their massive organs. She received a few loads of black sperm in her mouth but the rest of it was spent in her delicate vagina and beautiful anus. She moaned, gasped and occassionaly screamed herself horse. The last two men to take her peeled her gown off before climbing under and onto Amanda. Clad only in her veil, garter belt, stockings, shoes and jewelry, Amanda took my breath away. Her breasts where firm and her nipples stood out proudly.
Finally, in the early morning hours, they left. Amanda lay on the bed, basking in the glory of her new found womanhood. I shed my clothes, leaving my underwear on and crawled in between her legs. Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I softly licked my sweet bride. She squirmed gently under my loving tongue as our fingers intertwinned on her chest. Amanda tasted beautiful. A bit of the black sperm still dribbled from her and I felt honoured to lick it up. It made me feel closer to my wife. After some time I kissed my way up her beautiful body. Her breasts where glorious and she lovingly stroked me as I kissed and licked them. Eventually I was holding her close and we kissed softly. We stared into each others eyes not saying anything. I would make love with her; but not tonight. There would be time for that later. Tonight my wife would bask in the glow of her first black impalement. I held her close as she lay with her veiled head on my chest. I reached over and flipped the switch that turned off the soft room lights. The moon shone through the window bathing us in a soft romantic glow. I slid the covers over us and felt my new wife hold me closer, her fingers gently stroking my side. As I drifted off to sleep I felt a warm glow of contentment. It was going to be quite a marriage.
