A Wedding - Sex Stories

A Wedding

... would be hidden from view. Krsta sobbed she expected to walk out the bride of an upcoming man, not the slave of a Janitor and she cried again. Jamie had walked to church so they walked back towards his home but instead of stopping they continued to his old fishing shack by the river. He started an old pump and flicked open a cupboard, “Undress I have recovered” Jamie ordered. “Yes, right.” Agreed Krista, “Without Viga as well but I” she meant to add not born yesterday but Jamie was already naked and his willingness unmistakable. “No, mother said every Saturday night.” Krista insisted. Jamie smiled. “I think a little more often than that.” He lifted her cape easily, hooking the hem to the neck hook to keep it up out of the way as he took her from behind, his hands cupping her breasts and his mouth kissing her neck with a thousand butterfly kisses. “That is enough” Kriska announced firmly as Jamie thrust in to her, but he wanted more, wanted, needed her to say she was fulfilled. His seed erupted within her once more, the blood dripped from the corner of her mouth where she bit her lip as her mother told her, the words yes and more, harder kept firmly within her brain. “No Jamie, No” Kriska spoke firmly as Jamie lifted the cape from her to leave her naked. “Jamie, you can’t be hard again, surely.” Kriska was wide eyed, but the purple headed monster once again rose like the pictures of old space rockets. The wooden floor was hard and the blanket thin as once again he parted her ...

... lower lips and entered her engorged red raw sex and began thrusting, he sought her mouth forcing his lips and tongue onto her until she gave in and admitted him. She fought for breath, “Yes, Yes Ohhhh” she remembered her mother’s advice on how to fake an orgasm, but the feelings boiling inside her troubled her, a disembodied voice out of control urged Jamie on, and then she thought the whole shed would collapse as the earth heaved and again a tidal wave of cum engulfed her. “You are naked” Jamie pointed out. “So” Kriska answered the retard. “Your arms are free, you could have pushed me away.” “Ah” she answered, feeling foolish. “But you held me.” He continued, “Ah” she said uncertainly. “I loved you from the minute I first saw you," he admitted, "and when you stripped this morning” “In church?” Kriska queried, as she raised herself on her elbows. “No at the house, I saw through the window," he said that’s why I came to church, I prayed for this, and my prayer been answered.” “You can’t keep me here you know” Krista explained. “Yes I can, and don’t forget I can brand you,” Jamie replied as he fetched a leather strap from the cupboard, “here put this on.” She stared, the intricate gold lettering around the dark leather, Jamie loves Kriska, not property of but Jamie loves Kriska. “It’s beautiful, so you actually, like loved me, we never spoke, but, wow oh my god, its so weird” Kriska exclaimed as she clipped the leather in place and slid the adjuster along “How does it come off” ...