WEDDING NIGHT
     by Zebulon

This is a work of fiction.  No reference to real persons is 
intended.  It contains strong, non-traditional sexual imagery 
and language.  If you don't like this kind of thing, don't read it.

This story may be reposted anywhere as long as (1) proper 
credit is given, (2) I am informed of where it is being posted, 
and (3) I am allowed free access to the web site where it is 
being posted. 
          
     Feedback is welcome.  Zebulon@fastmail.ca

     (FF, MF, NC, Bond)

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     Wedding Night
     by Zebulon

It was love at first sight.

Well, almost.

It would be more accurate to say, she fell in love with him
one piece at a time. The first time she saw him, she fell
immediately and deeply in love with his ass.

He was huddled with the director over some documents.
And his butt was framed so nicely against his slacks she
couldn't help but notice. It was firm and athletic; not too
fat; not too thin. She could actually see his muscles ripple
as he shifted weight. Nice.

When he stood, she loved his dark wavy hair and then his
broad shoulders. He reached for a pen; she loved his strong
aristocratic hands. And so it went. She couldn't seem to
look away. Everything she saw she liked. By the time he'd
finished with the director she thought he had the most
incredible body she had ever seen. 'So he'll probably have
the face of a dog,' she thought with regret.

But when he turned he was more handsome than she could
have imagined. His face combined boyish good looks with
tremendous strength of will. And he looked so cute as he
scanned the room obviously searching for something. He
smiled. She melted. Until she realized he was smiling at
her.

Caught!

Turning beet-red she quickly looked down, busying herself
in the work she was supposed to have been doing.

A few moments later she heard a voice clearing itself in
front of her desk. It was him.

"It seems we're going to be working together on the new
project." He had the most beautiful masculine voice she'd
ever heard. And he didn't seem to notice her flushed
appearance and lack of composure. Or he pretended not to.

It was the start of a wonderful friendship.

For several weeks they simply worked together. She loved
his competence and friendly manner. It was all strictly
professional. Then one night after working late he took her
out for dinner. They ate. She talked. He listened. He was a
wonderful listener. They had meals together quite often
after that.

Somewhere along the line she decided that he was the one.
This was the man she was going to marry. She flushed at
her own thoughts. This was so . . . so . . . bold of her. It was
almost out of character. But damn it. He was so perfect.
She just couldn't let him get away. And the project wasn't
going to last forever. And maybe it wasn't so out of
character after all. She had never been pushy, but whenever
she'd really wanted something -- and put her mind to it --
she'd gotten what she was after. And he definitely *was*
the one.

So she plotted. She schemed. She invited him to her
apartment for dinner.

The evening went well. But again, she did all the talking
and he did all the listening. And he wasn't making any
moves. She wondered if he might be gay. So she asked.

He laughed and assured her he wasn't gay.

"You're not wearing a ring," she observed.

"No," he said with a mischievous grin. "No wife, no
fiancee." Then his face took on a curious expression which
she couldn't read. "But I'm not quite what you might
expect, either."

"What do you mean?" she asked with interest. This would
be a breakthrough. He had never talked about himself
before.

He looked like he was about to tell her and then seemed to
change his mind. He just laughed again. There was music
in his laughter.

Now he was not only the most beautiful man she had ever
met. He had also become a mystery. And she just loved a
mystery. It somehow made him that much more desirable
and herself that much more determined. For now she knew
she was truly in love.

Weeks past. Time was running out. She'd had him over to
dinner several times but he still hadn't made a pass at her
and still he wouldn't tell his secret. She began to wonder if
he might be a spy. But what kind of secret agent spent
weeks doing dull paperwork? The mystery only deepened.

And despite the fact that he'd never made any moves,
despite the fact he'd gently turned aside the few moves
she'd made toward him, despite his perfect
gentlemanliness, she was convinced he was attracted to her
as well. He must have found her desirable. Why else would
he spend all his free time with her? But when the final few
days of the project were clearly in sight, she had the
panicky feeling that it would soon be over and he would
walk out of her life forever.

Just when it seemed there was no hope left, he invited her
over to his place for dinner. She'd never seen his apartment
before. There had been an unspoken understanding
between them that his private life was not a subject for
discussion. She didn't even have his home phone number.
And now he was inviting her in. She just knew something
important was going to happen.

She was surprised how ordinary everything seemed to be.
Just a nice, normal-looking bachelor's apartment. No spy
stuff, nothing unusual at all. But it was clean and
comfortable. She liked that but it didn't provide any
answers.

They ate. He had prepared everything himself and it was all
wonderful. Afterward they sat together in the living room
but this time she wasn't about to let him off the hook by
doing all of the talking. They sat together in silence. He
looked like he was working up the nerve to say something.
Or perhaps he was trying to find the right words.

"I know how you feel about me," he said at last. "And I
feel the same way about you." Her heart skipped a beat.

There followed a long silence.

"But?" she prompted.

"But I'm not at all what you might expect." He looked up
at her with a lopsided grin.

"So tell me," she said.

"That's just it," he said. "I can't."

'Can't or won't?' she wondered.

But studying her face intently he asked, "Would you take
me . . . sight unseen, for better or worse, for richer or
poorer, for the rest of our lives?"

Her heart caught in her throat. This was so sudden and so
completely unexpected.

He continued, "Would you take me to love, to honor, to
cherish and to obey? Please don't answer without thinking
about it. Would you leave with me right now if I asked? No
questions asked. To go where I tell you, to do what I tell
you, so long as we both shall live? Would you take me as
your husband and become what I want you to be, knowing
that you'll receive no explanations or promises from me
until after we were married?"

This was so weird. Alarm bells were ringing all across her
consciousness. But her hormones and desires were racing
far ahead of common sense. And some deep internal voice
was assuring her that everything would work out
wonderfully. She stood, walked to the big window, and
looked out over the city. 'Would she leave with him right
now?' he had asked her. She wondered where he would
take her.

"Another country," he said in answer to her unspoken
question. "When the time comes we will leave and may not
come back for years. . . . If ever."

She closed her eyes and searched her feelings. Was this
really what she wanted? Was he? 'When the time comes,'
he had said. She supposed he would want to leave pretty
soon. Probably as soon as the project was completed. And
that would mean no fancy wedding. She'd always dreamed
of a big wedding. But she realized that what she really
wanted was him.

"Yes," she said finally, almost to herself. Turning she
looked at him and repeated herself more firmly. "Yes. I'll
go were you say, and do what you say, and be whatever
you want." She rushed back over to him and hopped into
his lap. "For now and forever, until death do us part." And
for the first time, they kissed. He was a wonderful kisser. It
lasted a long time.

When he finally pulled away he looked at her with a
mixture of delight and something else she couldn't identify.
Something darker and more mysterious.

"With no questions asked?"

"With no questions asked."

He smiled at her. "Well then, I guess you'd better make
wedding plans. We can leave afterwards."

She threw her arms around him and gave him a huge hug.
This was perfect. Everything she had ever wanted just
seemed to be coming to her.

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She was sitting in the hotel bar. She'd been sitting there,
nursing her drink, for almost half an hour.

He had asked her to wait while he went up to the
honeymoon suite to 'make some arrangements.'

She was so excited she could hardly contain herself.
Whatever it was, it was going to be great.

She heard a muffled ring behind the murmured
conversation of the other guests. The waitress brought her a
house phone. "OK," he said. "Come on up." She found
herself trembling with anticipation.

He was waiting at the elevator as the doors opened. So was
another man. They were talking.

". . . and you're sure?" the man was asking.

He seemed to ignore the question and instead looked at her
with approval as she stepped out of the elevator. "Oh
yeah," he replied absently.

The man looked at her with curiosity. "But this is so
permanent," he said to no one in particular.

"You worry about the travel arrangements;" he said
without heat, "I'll worry about my life." It sounded like the
man was an old friend. She wondered why he was there.

"No problem," the man said. "Just call down when you're
ready." And with that, he stepped into the elevator and was
still studying her with interest as the doors closed.

Nothing was said. They simply walked hand-in-hand to the
honeymoon suite.

When he opened the door she was impressed with the size
and opulence of the room. The lighting was dim, lit only by
the glow of incensed candles. Even by the dim light it was
clear that the furnishings were magnificent. But that
business of waiting in the bar. Something special had to be
going on. She took a few steps and scanned the room trying
to spot what it was.

Nothing.

She'd just about decided whatever it was must be in the
bedroom as he came up and wrapped his arms around her.
He gave her a big hug and nuzzled her ear.

"Mmmmmmm," she said, "that's nice."

He slowly and sensually removed her clothing as he
continued to squeeze, kiss and fondle her. By the time he
was finished she was stark naked and completely aroused.
Her nipples were firmly erect and she could feel the heat
between her thighs.

"What about you?" she asked with mock chagrin since he
was still dressed.

He stepped back and held his arms out at his sides. His
beatific smile was all the invitation she needed. She
returned the favor, taking her time and using all her wiles
to make him as hot as he had made her.

Soon he was as naked as she was, his pole standing at rigid
attention. She sank down to her knees and began sensually
sucking him off. This was one of the first tricks he had
taught her and one of her best. Their relationship had been
non-sexual for such a long time. Then it went through a
long period of training. He'd introduced her so many new
things -- including bondage. In fact, she'd learned some of
her best fellatio techniques in much this same position. On
her knees but with her hands bound behind her back.

He made delicious sounds of enjoyment and approval as
she worked on his rod. But he pulled her off and up to her
feet before he came.

He led her to the bedroom and opened the door. "A special
little something just for you," he said.

By now her vision had adjusted to the dimness. And what
she saw made her eyes almost pop. There, tied down in the
center of the large master bed. There was a naked girl.
Even by the light of the flickering candles it was clear she
was beautiful. She looked to be in her early 20's. She had
long blond hair which was pooled around her head. Her
arms had been cuffed together and tied straight up toward
the center of the headboard. Her legs were widely splayed
and tied to the bottom legs of the bed. Her crotch was
pulled wide open and fully exposed. Her breasts were
heaving with her labored breathing.

The girl was also wearing a padded gag which she knew
from experience would very effectively muffle any sounds
she might try to make. But she wasn't trying to make
sounds. The girl was studying the two of them with great
intensity as she shifted uncomfortably in her bondage.

As she stood in the doorway examining the girl, the man
had come up and hugged her gently from behind. He
tweaked one of her nipples.

"You like?" he asked almost slyly.

She took stock of her thoughts. In the time they had known
each other she had changed so much. She'd learned all
about his kinks and he had helped her to release her own.
She had been so inhibited when they met. And now.

She turned in his arms and kissed him deeply. And as she
did her thoughts were still working furiously. Together
they had plumbed the depths of her own kinky fantasies.
They'd discovered her deeply buried interest in lesbianism
and dominance. But this was so much. She'd never actually
been with another woman, although they'd talked about it
often enough. This was totally unexpected. For a brief
moment she was undecided. But that quickly passed. She
knew she would hate herself in the morning if she let this
opportunity go by. She broke off the kiss and looked back
at the bound girl again.

The girl seemed to hold her breath for a moment and was
listening intently.

She knew what she wanted. "I like," she said.

"You might want to be gentle with her," he said. "I think
she's a virgin." 

That surprised her. She turned and took a step closer to the
girl who flinched at her approach.

She turned back. "A virgin?" she said. "Then wouldn't you
. . . ?" The thought was left unfinished.

The man smiled at her. "Nonsense," he said. "I've had
virgins before. This is your special night. You go first."

They kissed again. She let herself be enfolded by his strong
arms. She felt so incredibly loved at that moment. Then she
thought again about the girl. Who was she? A virgin? She
couldn't be a hooker. Someone he knew? Was it possible
she was just some girl he had yanked off of the street? At
one time that thought would have repulsed her. But she'd
changed so much.

When she turned back to the girl her mind was set and she
was wearing a delightfully evil expression. The girl who
had been watching intently started to tremble.

She moved in to have a closer look while the man took a
seat in the corner.

The girl really was quite beautiful. As pretty as she had
looked from across the room, she was absolutely stunning
when seen up close. Her face, as near as she could tell
around the gag, was that of a fashion model. Her body
wasn't exactly athletic, but she was clearly in excellent
shape and her curves were luscious. Her arms and legs
were long and well formed. And her torso. Ahh that was
truly splendid. Fairly large, very round, and very firm
breasts. With large firm nipples set off by small very pink
areolas. Lovely. A beautiful, well-formed navel. And her
pussy. Well, it was hard to tell in that light, but from what
she could see, her slit was full and pale and surrounded by
a patch of very smooth bare skin. Someone had carefully
shaved off all the pubic hair. From the appearance it had
been done quite recently. And from the look on the face
behind the gag, it had been done by someone other than the
girl herself.

She almost reached down and stroked the tender flesh. But
that would come in its proper time. Right now she just
wanted to savor the moment.

She walked around the right side of the bed. The girl didn't
try to turn her head, but simply followed with her eyes.

She reached down and felt the tension in the rope that
bound her arms to the top of the bed. Tight. Nice. She
wasn't going anywhere. The girl had beautiful hands.

She moved back to the foot of the bed and looked at the
girl's feet. They were just as beautiful. She moved to the
left corner of the bed and felt the girl's toes. The girl
started at the touch.

She slid her hand up over the girl's foot and felt her ankle.
Then as she moved up toward the middle of the bed, letting
her fingers lightly trace a path along the inside of the girl's
leg, past her knee, and along the inside of her thigh. The
girl twitched at the unwonted touch.

The bound girl's gaze flicked briefly at the man sitting in
the corner and quickly back to the woman who was
hovering overhead.

She let her fingers trace a detour around the bound girl's
public area. Sitting on the bed, she continued moving her
fingers up across the girl's belly and along the side of her
closest breast.

"So tell me, Luv," she asked, "are you a Virgin?"

No answer. The girl just continued to stare.

The fingers moved across the breast and gently grasped the
nipple.

"Well?"

Still no answer.

She mashed the nipple with considerable force which
elicited a muffled yelp of pain from behind the gag. The
girl's eyes started watering. Without raising her voice, the
woman said, "When I ask a question, you answer."

The girl nodded frantically.

"Yes?" the woman asked without relaxing her grip.

The girl kept nodding and tried her best to wriggle free of
the woman's grasp.

"Yes, you understand? Or yes, you're a virgin?"

The girl whined into her gag, jerked around as best she
could, and looked frantic.

The woman released the pressure. "Do you understand?"

Another quick nod.

"Are you a virgin?"

The girl shut her eyes tightly and nodded again.

The woman continued her explorations. Having asserted
her dominance, she was taking delight in the look and feel
of this delightful young girl's body. She explored
everything except her crotch. She was saving that for last.
She felt the girl's ears around the gag, her face, her neck,
her other breast, her arms. She was having a great time
simply running her fingers and hands along the various
contours of the girl's smooth body.

After a long time at this she removed her hand and used it
to feel between her own legs. God, she was wet. The bound
girl had opened her eyes and was watching her.

"Fun time," she said to no one in particular. She reached
over to feel the smooth skin of the freshly shaved mound of
Venus. She could see the girl swallow hard and try not to
move at the touch. Slipping her finger downward into the
warm slit, she realized the girl was not particularly wet. A
little damp perhaps, but probably more scared than aroused.

She smiled and started to rhythmically rub the girl's clit.
She knew what she was doing. The man had taught her
well. Quite soon the girl was very wet indeed, in spite of
herself. She had futilely tried to close her legs. Failing in
that, she had closed her eyes again and tried to shut
everything out. Now she was making little mewing noises
through her nose.

Never stopping her hand movements through the wet folds
of the bound girl's private areas, the woman shifted
position and climbed up onto the bed. She got up on her
knees and leaning down kissed one of the very erect
nipples. She was rewarded to hear a muffled betrayal of
passion.

She licked. She sucked. She nipped. All the while her
fingers continuing to manipulate the tender flesh and little
bud nestled within. And as she became aware the girl was
getting close to coming, she suddenly stopped. The girl's
eyes flew wide open.

The woman stretched and straightened her hair. She got up
off of the bed and moved down between the bound girl's
legs. Then repositioning herself she lay with her face only a
half foot away from the wetly glistening pussy. She knew
what she was going to do next, but had never actually
touched another clit with her tongue. She looked at the
engorged folds of flesh. She squeezed the sides of the
pussy cleft and caused the clit to pooch up and out. She
drew in deep breath of the other girl's scent and decided
she liked it very much indeed.

Leaning forward she gave the little bud a small kiss. Then
she stuck out her tongue and gave it a little lick. She found
she liked the taste as much as the aroma. And almost
without thinking she leaned forward and took up the
manipulations with her tongue that she had been doing with
her fingers only moments before.

Within seconds the girl was moaning and humming again.

She stopped. "Do you like that?"

No answer.

She reached up with one hand and felt for a nipple.

"Um hum, um hum." The girl was nodding energetically.

"Don't make me ask you twice."

"Um hum."

More licking. She brought the girl close to orgasm and then
stopped again. "Do you really like that?"

"Um hum." There was a plaintive quality to the girl's nasal
reply and looking up, the woman saw tears running down
the sides of her face.

More licking. She licked slowly and carefully to bring the
girl close without tripping her over. She brought a hand
down and used her fingers to tickle the sensitive flesh
around her vaginal opening and anus. Then when she
judged the time was exactly right, when the girl was
twitching and writhing in rhythm to her licking and
fingering, she grasped the little bud with her lips exerting
considerable force and started licking very quickly and
very firmly indeed. 

And the girl exploded in her mouth. She hadn't been quite
sure what to expect. But this was delectable. The pelvis
under her head was bucking and thrashing. And she could
feel the pussy flesh pulsing and throbbing under her lips.
She drew out the girl's climax for quite some time.

And when the woman was quite satisfied, and the girl half
dead, she wiped her face against the girl's inner thighs.
Then she sat up and with a self-satisfied tone said, "my
turn."

She crawled up over the girl's body and began kissing her
breasts and nipples in earnest. While doing so, she
positioned her crotch over one of the girl's thighs. One
knee was between the girl's legs, the other outside. And she
used the girl's upper thigh to stimulate her own clitoris.
Her public hair was painting a wet patch on the bound
girl's leg as her passions rose.

She felt the man's hand on her shoulder. Looking over she
saw he was handing her a strange looking dildo.

"Perhaps this might help," he said lecherously.

She recognized it as an attachment which would fit neatly
into the front of the girl's gag. It was one of the things he
had shown her in an adult sex shop during an excursion.

She snapped the device into place and enjoyed the look of
near horror which came over the bound girl's face.

Taking a nipple firmly in hand, she said, "now you are
going to cooperate with me on this, aren't you."

The girl merely made a loud mewing noise as the tip of the
dildo darted wildly around.

Sighing, the woman mashed her nipple again.

"Um hum, um hum, um hum." Her tears were flowing
freely now and the dildo was bobbing up and down.

"Good." The woman moved up and squatted over the dildo.
Taking it carefully in hand, she sank down until it was well
buried in her own cunt and she could feel her tender flesh
resting against the girl's face. She carefully leaned forward
until she was laid out almost flat against the other girl. Her
weight was still mostly on her knees and elbows, but she
was comfortably working the dildo in and out of her pussy
and using the bound girl's nose to stimulate her clit. She
found her own breasts were rubbing against the girl's
hands.

She stopped and said, "Well? Are you going to help me or
not? I don't feel your hands moving."

And as she went back to stimulating herself by fucking the
bound girl's unwilling face, she felt the girl using her
hands, as best she could, to squeeze and rub her breasts.

After awhile she realized that while it was good, it wasn't
good enough. She might eventually bring herself off this
way. But she had tongued the girl to a delightful orgasm.
The least the girl could do was to thank her properly by
responding in kind. She wanted to free her mouth and
thought about asking the man first, but what the hell. He
said this was her night. It was time to really take the reigns
and assert her dominance over this lovely little bitch.

The bound girl hadn't understood why the woman had
stopped. She clearly hadn't climaxed yet. What was next?

The woman lifted herself off of the dildo and repositioned
herself on the bed next to the bound girl. For a long time
she said nothing and simply stroked the girl's face and
looked into her eyes.

Then she reached down and firmly grasped a nipple again.
The girl trembled visibly and awaited the crushing pain.
But the pain didn't come. Instead the woman said, "Slut."
The bound girl almost jerked at the epithet. "How would
you like to have that gag out of your mouth?"

'What was this?' the girl wondered. She looked over at the
man.

Pain! The woman was mashing her nipple again. "Don't
look at him! Look at me. And answer my question."

"Um hum," the girl said quickly through her tears.

The pressure relaxed. "Hmmmmm," the woman said. And
looking at the bound girl's breast she started palming it.
"Nice." Then looking back into the girl's eyes she said,
"Here's the drill. I'm going to remove the gag. You will
not make a sound. You will NOT look at him again until
I'm through with you. You WILL concentrate all your
attention on me. Do you understand?"

The girl didn't understand. But she bobbed the dildo again
in the affirmative. "Um hum." Her eyes remained fixed on
the terrible woman who's hand was still firmly grasping
her abused breast.

"You liked the way I licked you, didn't you?"

"Um hum," the girl replied wondering where this was
going.

"And you're going to return the favor now, aren't you?"

The bound girl's eyes got big and began to water even
more. A brief moment passed and she realized that if she
didn't answer quickly she'd get her nipple squashed again.
"Um hum."

The woman went back to lightly scratching the girl's
breasts. She clearly seemed to be very pleased with the way
the conversation had gone. Then she started removing the
gag. But just before she took it out she hissed menacingly,
"you fuck with me and I'll make you wish you were never
born." There was an intense moment of silence as their
eye's locked. "Understand?"

"Um hum."

And then the gag was out. The bound girl breathed deeply
through her mouth and made a conscious effort NOT to
look at the man. Instead she keep her eyes firmly focused
on the woman's face. She lost sight of the woman's eyes
only when the lowering pussy obscured her vision.

The woman was back in the same position she'd enjoyed
before. Half sitting on the bound girl's face, leaning over
and having her breasts massaged. But this time, she could
feel the little trollop's tongue working in and around her
public slit, massaging her clit. She loved the warm feel of
the girl's mouth and the gentle, insistent pressure of her
lips. It was obvious the girl had no idea what she was
doing. But it was just as obvious she was doing the best she
could. And that was, after all, the real turn on.

The woman wanted to tease herself. This was even more
delicious than she had imagined. She would let herself get
close to coming and then back off, rising up off the bound
girl's face. The girl would take a few heaving breaths. The
woman loved the sound of that. It seemed to intensify the
pleasure. 

Then she would sink back and ride the girl's face some
more. She did this several times until she reached a crest
which was so high and so unexpected that she tripped over,
almost without being aware of it. She found herself
climaxing with a jarring concussion. She'd come with great
wracking sobs and experienced one of the all time best
orgasms she'd ever known.

For a long time afterward she merely lay there. The woman
quietly basking in the afterglow of her sexual exploit. The
bound girl weeping softly into the wet crotch which was
still draped over and around her tired mouth.

After awhile, the man came up and helped the woman to
unsteady feet. Nothing was said. They just hugged. The
bound girl's muffled sobs were a strange accompaniment to
the silent couple as they embraced.

The woman thought to herself, 'He was sooo incredible. He
was sooo perfect. Sooo good to her.' Then, remembering
the girl, she reached over and refitted her with the gag. The
girl didn't protest or offer any resistance.

"You OK?" he asked after she had finished with the gag.

"Fabulous," she said.

He smiled down at her.

She smiled back up. "You're leaving soon, aren't you?"

"Later tonight."

She sighed with regret. "You know where to find me."

He smiled again. "I know."

She gave him another huge hug and said, "thank you" into
his shoulder.

When they broke off, he patted her butt and pointed her
toward the bathroom. She padded off with huge smile of
contentment.

He's eyes followed as she left. And he continued to look
thoughtfully at the closed bathroom door until well after
the shower had started.

The girl on the bed made a plaintive little noise which
recalled his attention. She was still crying and her face was
quite damp both from tears and from the other woman's
juices.

He looked down at her and smiled his best angelic smile. "I
haven't forgotten about you." Climbing onto the bed he lay
on top of the bound girl and removed the dildo from the
gag. He tossed it aside and gently kissed her on the
forehead. "You were wonderful." He positioned the head of
his now throbbing cock against her tender hole and
carefully worked it in and out until he had pushed past the
resistance of her maidenhead. Then, burying himself in her
for the first time, he proceeded to consummate his
marriage.

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     WEDDING NIGHT
     by Zebulon

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