Cheerful Extasy - Sex Stories

Cheerful Extasy

... good girl, and sne she desperately wanted to keep it.

“Don't worry, I won't tell anyone, and neither will Jack.” Mary assured her. “Go ahead and do it; your secret is safe with us!”

Meredith looked up at him, then reassured by his nod, she leaned in once more and kissed his cock. This time, though, his hands on the back of her head pulled her face forward, until the head of it was between her lips and that slightly sweet flavor was all through her mouth.

“Suck on it, Meredith!” Jack instructed, pushing his hips forward as he held her her head in place, so that about half was in her mouth. She found she liked the feeling of it filling her mouth, and the sounds of his pleasure interspersed with his little gasps filled her heart with pleasure, knowing she was bringing him joy, despite her lack of experience and skill.

A minute or so later, he pushed her head away, so she looked up at him in confusion. “Did I do something wrong?” she asked, concerned.

“No, but I don't want to come in your mouth yet.” he replied. “Get on your hands and knees. Time to lose your anal cherry.”

She swallowed hard, more than a little nervous, She'd heard hundreds of tales from other girls over the years about how much it hurt to do it that way, and she was quite nervous, but she knew she had no choice. Being on the cheer leading squad was more important to her than any pain; she would bear it, knowing the long term benefits outweighed any temporary discomfort.

“I'm scared, ...

... Jack.” she said quietly. “Every story I've ever heard about it describes how painful it is.”

“I'll never hurt you, my love.” he told her, and she could hear the sincerity in his voice. In that moment, her heart bloomed and she fell in love with him, too.

“Do you love me enough to marry me?” she asked, her voice hesitant and unsure. She was more nervous now than she had ever been in her whole life.

“I marry you, I marry you, I marry you.” he said solemnly, looking her straight in the eye without blinking. “In many cultures around the world, that's the only ceremony there is, except you have to say it, too. We even have a witness.”

“I marry you, I marry you, I marry you.” she repeated, smiling broadly at him. “I give you my virginity, husband!”

He grinned and rubbed her pussy, working one finger in between her labia, and teasing the entrance to her vagina until he felt her open her legs a bit more and pushed back into his invading digit.

“You're ready, aren't you?” he asked her, but his tone of voice made it more of a statement than anything. “I give you this decision, my love. Do you want me to take you from behind, or would you prefer missionary?”

“Missionary.” she said. “I want to look in your eyes when you break me inside. I want you to see the love I have for you as you make me a woman.”

“I was hoping you would say that.” he told her. “I'll do you doggy next time, though. My cock will go deeper inside you that way, and I have a trick I've used on other ...