SHAGGing the Bride............... 2

I took it slowly, building up excitement within her by my lips and gentle stroking hands, starting with her face, moving on to her breasts, touching and kissing, building up tactile sensations over her entire body, until finally my hand was resting on her mound, coaxing yet further excitement out of her.

I could feel the heat and dampness within her, and it wasn't long before I was rolling on top of her, nestling between her thighs and easing them further apart. Then I eased my erection against her, feeling her lips yield to the steady pressure, giving way and granting admission to her body.

Once I had started to penetrate her I just moved steadily forward, brushing past her hymen with barely a wince from her, sinking deeper into her hot moist passage.

Once we were both comfortable with my penetration of her body I started to move. For some reason I didn't want to perform any sexual gymnastics, no hard hammering of her tender young pussy, no changing of position, just a gentle and tender loving.

We moved together softly, pleasure invading us, but slowly, increasing in intensity, but slowly. We stayed together, rocking together, enjoying this first ever encounter with each others body, slowly going on and on.

It took a while, but it was still too soon when Maria stiffened, her eyes opening wide. "Mba?" she called as she started to shudder. I gave a hurried thrust, releasing the climax that I'd been fighting off for so long, letting it tear into me while Maria shuddered and clung to me.

We lay together, me just holding Maria while she snuggled next to me. Then she slept.

Watching her sleep, I sighed, but eventually I rose, dressed and retired to my own room, setting my alarm for early in the morning. I had to see Emma and Maria on their way.

I was asleep as soon as I hit the pillow, not stirring until the alarm sounded. I groaned at that, got up, dressed and headed back to the bridal suite.

I knocked at the door but, receiving no answer, I used the spare key I had and let myself in. Emma was still asleep on the couch, snoring lustily. I shook him and tried to rouse him but he didn't so much as budge. Shrugging, I left him there and went into the bedroom.

Maria must have heard me trying to wake Emma, as she was stirring when I walked in. She sat up, the sheet falling from her, showing her breasts were as fine this morning as I remembered from last night. She blinked at me a couple of times, and then memory surfaced. She blushed and looked down. Found she was sitting there with her breasts on display and grabbed the sheet with a strangled cry.

I said the hell with it, walked over to the bed and twitched the sheet out from her fingers, tossing it back so I could admire her. Sitting down next to her I pushed her around so she was lying on her stomach. She was starting to protest again, but I ignored that. Once she was flat on her tummy I grabbed her hips and lifted, encouraging her to bend her knees and take a kneeling position.

Maria was looking back at me, horrified, knowing that the way she was she was totally exposed to my gaze. I just smiled back at her. I undid my trousers and dropped them, showing I had an erection just as extreme as the one from the previous night.

"One of the first things a new bride needs to know is how to handle a morning glory," I told her, and then I was coming into her from behind, hard and fast.

The previous night had defined gentleness. This morning was the opposite. I slammed into Maria forcefully, driving her before me. It was quickly evident from the way she entered into the battle that she was a willing partner, and together we slammed ourselves towards a climax.

It wasn't all that long before I heard Maria give a strangled cry and I saw her bury her head in the pillow. I could hear muffled screams coming from her. I felt like shouting myself as I let myself go, pounding my climax into her with all the energy I could muster.

After that little effort I rushed Maria into the shower, harrying her to get out and dressed as she had a taxi coming. Another attempt to rouse Emma had proved futile, so I left him there.

Checking myself out of the hotel, I also settled the account for the bridal suite, although I told them that it would probably be occupied until about twelve. They were very understanding.

Shortly after that Maria was in her taxi, heading for the airport and her Obudu cattle Ranch honeymoon. It wasn't her fault that we couldn't wake Emma in time to make the taxi, and it would have been no fun for her to honeymoon alone. It was far too late to cancel the holiday and it had already been paid for.

I just naturally went with her.

The End