by Cyan
Copyright 2003 by Cyan
All Rights Reserved; No Redistribution.
"Sexy," said Debbie, smiling. The outfit I was looking over certainly fit that description. I didn't have a copy of the catalog, so I was glad Debbie's had been on her kitchen table when I came over. "Thinking of the big night?" she asked.
"Yes," I admitted, thankful that my ogling had real purpose. My wedding night, just five weeks away. I guess I wasn't one to reveal interest in such clothing, and wouldn't have touched the catalog on other occasions. "Think Craig would like this?" I asked.
"Sure." I turned the page. The next outfit was even skimpier. "Having trouble choosing?" she asked.
"Well," I said, pausing to make my point. "I want the night to blow his mind. I want it to be his wildest fantasy and beyond." I stared at the outfit: it was so small and revealing.
"Wildest fantasy?" said Debbie, sounding truly perplexed. "Do you think an outfit like that is a man's wildest fantasy?"
I looked at the picture again. Silky, very little covered, easily removed. Pretty, too, and I'd feel so sexy in it. "Of course," I said.
She laughed abruptly. "You know, sometimes you don't have a clue." I stared at her. "That's not his fantasy, that's yours. Or your fantasy about what he'd like, or some such thing. You two can indeed have a memorable night with this thing," she said, indicating the picture, "but don't kid yourself into thinking you are anywhere close to his fantasies."
"I'm not?" I said, suddenly lost in thought. "What are you talking about?"
She looked thoughtful. "Listen, do you really want to know what would blow his mind? You two will do very well with this," she said as she indicated the picture yet again, "and perhaps you're best off leaving it at that." I stared at her, still amazed, and she finally prompted me again: "Or do you want to know?"
Somehow I felt a fear, a lump in my throat. Debbie seemed to be making such a big deal of it all that I wondered whether I should just let this rest. "Yes," I finally said.
"Hmm, a man's idea of a mindblowing wedding night," said Debbie as she mused for a minute. "Well that thing certainly doesn't play into it. You, naked, does."
"I'm sure I'll take it off."
She laughed again. "That's still your fantasy. And I'm not saying he won't enjoy watching you playing out your own fantasy. But his?" She mused some more as if trying to conjure a picture. Finally she spoke: "As soon as you're in the room, there's exactly one thing on your mind."
"Sex," I suggested.
She paused for a second. "His cock. Once you're both in the door, you close it because he's taking far too long. Then you're out of your clothes as quickly as you can manage."
"Isn't it better to draw things out?"
"We're talking about his fantasy here. Speed: you can't wait; you have to have it. Or better yet, you don't undress: as soon as that door's shut, you're on your knees, unzipping him. You get his cock into your hands for a second as if you've been waiting for it all day, then take it in your mouth as if you're driven to it: you can't help yourself: you need that cock in your mouth."
I thought. It was crazy: maybe something like an x-rated movie. Maybe that was the point. "Shouldn't I kiss him first?"
"No! Don't look at his face at all: you are in love with his cock! You can give it a quick kiss I suppose. You're its slave and you don't even look up at him while you desperately get it as far into your mouth as you possibly can. You need it with all your being, you need it to grow and to come."
"In my mouth?"
"Hey, this is his fantasy, not yours. If you've ever felt any overpowering urgency, this has to be more: you feel you can't live without that cock growing and coming in your mouth that very second. Understand?"
The amazing thing is I kind-of did understand. She was focusing on a man's fantasy and something told me she wasn't off the mark. "Yeah, that's definitely it," she added. "The bride still in her wedding dress, kneeling with his cock down her throat because she can't wait another second."
Throat? "But things finish kind of quickly, don't they? And what about me? I mean later..."
"Like I said, this isn't your fantasy. And this is just the beginning. Once he comes, then you rush to get out of your clothes. Or better yet, you just get your tits out and rub them against his cock: you can do that even if it's softening. Remember, you married his cock and you worship it. You can lift your dress and get it against your pussy too. Get out of half the dress, leaving the rest on: he'll love that. And you can pull his clothes off, as fast as you possibly can."
"It's all so slutty."
"Exactly. Get all your clothes off, or maybe just most of it: leave something on that shows you are a bride, that would be good. Pull him onto the bed. Then suck him more. Touch yourself while you're doing it and get yourself completely excited. The out-of-her-mind bride, still positively desperate for that cock. When he gets hard again, you can tell him how much you need him in you. God, put it in me, I need it so much," she said, startling me with the sudden fury in her voice. "Please!"
I stared at her. She went on: "Better yet, have some lubricant ready and beg him to take your rear."
"My rear?"
"Absolutely. In any case, make sure you're begging for it from behind. Can you take it there?"
That was certainly something I'd never determined. My face obviously told her that because she smiled a knowing smile. "Obviously the night'll be better if you don't tip your hand before: maybe you can practice with a dildo."
"Dildo?" I said weakly.
"It'll be perfect! You've just sucked him off as if his cock was all you ever wanted, then you're yelling Please! Fuck my ass!"
"Fuck...?" Startled, I mindlessly said the word that nearly never comes out of my mouth.
"Oh yes: you've lost all self-control Fuck my ass is exactly what you need to say, at least ten times. From sucking, you need to get your body against his, writhing and turning, getting your ass against his cock. Beg him to hurry. Say please as if you're begging for your life. I need it in me! I want it so bad!" Her voice had begun to take on the pleading sound she was telling me to adopt. "God I need it! Please, please take me with it, I need to come with it in me. Turn face down and hide your face. Wriggle your ass just enough that he knows you're still telling him to focus on it. You should have just a little bit of clothes still on: that little veil thing you'll be wearing..."
"I can't do that," I interrupted. Anal sex?
"Oh sure you can," she said, "if you prepare. God when he takes you, his bride, not a half-hour in your suite, you, begging for his cock the whole time as if taking it in your ass makes you come in a way that has you hooked. That's it, I tell you: that's what's beyond his wildest fantasy."
I stared at her. She looked like she was still imagining it and I felt a little funny, my best friend and matron of honor picturing me like that with Craig. I think I laughed a little, nervously, feeling a bit embarrassed, possibly because I was feeling a little--warm. Finally she spoke: "So what do you think? Are you going to make a real effort to be your new husband's fantasy?"
"You know it's not me," I said. Her crazy images filled my head.
"It would definitely take practice," she said. Then suddenly she was calling "Allen!" Realizing her husband would be in in seconds, I found myself mentally trying to set aside the embarrassing images she'd conjured. "You can try it all with him," she said.
"What?" I said, looking shocked.
"Oh come on," she said. "It's just preparation and Craig'll certainly reap the rewards." Allen walked in and they glanced at each other. "Come now," she said to me. "He's game." She'd moved to the floor, sitting in front of him as he stood, and managed to snag my hand. I resisted as she pulled and she finally came closer. "I promise you, it'll be great with some practice. It's perfect having Allen here: you'd never ask someone, would you?"
"I have to go," I said nervously.
"OK, just kneel for a second," she said, pulling me harder, and I found myself on the floor in front of him. I looked up at him, wondering if I were going to faint from blushing so much. "Up on your knees: it'll help even just to get the feel of kneeling in front of a guy. I'm betting you've never done this."
She was definitely right about that. I sensed she'd be satisfied once I knelt and managed to comply. "Look at his pants," she said. Then she unzipped them.
* * *
It certainly hadn't been the frenzy she'd described. They'd taken it slowly, making sure I felt no discomfort. "It'll be easier with a few more tries," she said. "I'll give you a dildo to take home and work on it." I still lay face down on the bed, my face averted as she'd directed me. Naked. Her hand caressed the back of my hair. "Believe me, you did great for the first time," she said. "Allen did love it, you know. You'll have Craig in heaven."
I lifted my head and turned it though not enough to look up at her. "I can't do this," I said. What had I just done? I was aghast.
"You can and you are," she said, and slapped my rear once. I jumped at the little sting. She leaned closer: "You sexy little thing."
"Please don't make me," I said, just loud enough for her to hear.
She leaned closer. Her lips were right on my ear. Her hand was on my back, now caressing again. "You liked it, didn't you?" she whispered. I couldn't tell her. I couldn't lie but I couldn't possibly tell the truth. "Yes you did," she whispered. "You'll be back."
Cyan Stories
Erotic fiction, sex stories, for erotica lovers.