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Abstinence on the Honeymoon

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Then, there was the time I decided to be celibate because I was getting married in eleven days. So, I advised my fianc?e, who looked incredulous knowing how I like to masturbate, and we agreed to see each other only in public until the wedding. I decided not to touch myself at all and have no orgasms until the wedding night. I was going for the Zenith of all orgasms for both of us on the most important night of our lives(sic), and I was prepared to use my whole bag of tricks on my fianc?e -- which is the reason he agreed.It started out fine since I was racing around each day taking care of the wedding arrangements. I'd head out early in the morning, and talk with my fianc?e throughout the day on my cell phone so we couldn't get sexy in middle of Sears. (Now I wish we had done so!)Day four brought a 1:30 AM call for reconsideration. I explained, again, how wonderful our wedding night would be and all that I'd do to him -- and, after some silence during which I thought I heard a small gasp, he agreed and hung up. I, however, had to go make popcorn and stuff myself before I humped my purse. But, I made it through.Day five and six were a breeze. My fianc?e was out of town with his family, and I had a final fitting and more errands. Then, day seven dawned and I woke up with my pussy throbbing from a dream I'd had, and my hand softly caressing my clit. Making myself stop as I was building to such a nice release, was not easy, but I did it by jumping into a cool shower. I got through the morning.Unfortunately, the afternoon would be a tough one. I had an appointment with my gynecologist at 4:00 PM. My mind occupied with flowers and food and crystal, etc., I climbed up on the exam table and put my feet in the stirrups. The nurse fussed around getting things ready, told me Dr. Feldman would be in soon, and left me to my own devices.Now, I don't know what you ladies do while you're waiting for your gynecologist with your feet in the stirrups and your legs wide apart, but I've always fantasized the doctor coming in, closing the door behind him, and throwing himself down on top of me, shoving his erect cock way up inside of me, since I'm sort of "in the neighborhood", if you catch my drift, and all ready for his visit. These thoughts usually cause my hand to mosey down between my legs, so I can be all ready for him when he 'enters.' But, today -- afternoon seven -- I didn't dare have one thought about that, and I laid on my hands to make sure they didn't disobey.In he came (into the room, that is) smiling and cheery, his nurse waddling behind him, and he stood between my raised knees, then reached out and spread them further apart while commenting, "So, we're getting married, are we? I'm afraid I don't do "reductions," and he laughed loudly as I frowned back at him, not understanding."Pardon me?""Reductions -- making you smaller," and he laughed again as he popped on his latex gloves and squeezed lubricant all over his fingers."Oh," I managed a slight smile, but felt insulted by his assumption that I needed to be smaller! "Ah -- I don't believe I need that procedure," I said trying to sound jovial but putting a touch of haughtiness into it, too."Oh, no -- you don't," in one movement he reached out and spread lubricant from the top of my clit clear down to my rear, and slid his fingers up and down, quickly, to spread the stuff all around, then shoved two fingers deep inside of me, as he continued ...... "No, you're just fine -- nice and tight.""Thank you," I managed to say wondering why he was leaving his fingers inside of me for so long. "I'm just here for an exam before my wedding, since I'm overdue for this." Then, I gasped as his strong fingers began trailing up and down my pussy distributing lubricant in every little crease and rubbing it in, even over my clit. He'd certainly never done THAT before! Of all times, too. I'd really enjoy it if I wasn't getting married in four days! But -- well, I enjoyed it anyway. I had an instant response, I guess, and looked down and saw him smiling at me."You're pretty sensitive, huh?" he asked as his hands spread my pussy lips apart. He examined me closely, and his finger tip circled and pulled at various areas so that he could see better."Yes -- very." I closed my eyes as he continued his examination. "If you keep that up you'll see how sensitive I am." His face became serious and he glanced at his nurse, having the grace to look a bit embarrassed. He picked up the speculum and smeared it with lubricant. I lay there, gritting my teeth, getting through the whole ordeal and vowing I'd return one day and have a big orgasm right in his face. But, this wasn't the day for it. He made a concerted effort not to touch me anywhere around my clit, and after his exam, I dressed quickly and headed out.That night I told my fianc?e about my exam. He listened very quietly, and again, I thought I heard a few gasps. I told him, again, how special our wedding night would be, mostly for myself, since I'd become excited at relaying my exam.Day eight. The day went fine, but the night was well --difficult, to say the least. It was my Bachelor-ette party at a friend's home. Thirty minutes into it, the surprise male stripper arrived. He planted himself in front of me as he did his gyrations, and he was sporting a great big hard on, as well. It stuck way out in his sexy bikini shorts, and he moved it up to lay flat against his groin. His dancing movements made the waist band of his shorts slide down revealing the bright red head of his cock. He seemed to love the feeling of the elastic waistband rubbing against the ridge, and he weaved back and forth.My eyes were glued to that gorgeous cock head. I slid my wet tongue all around my lips, and saw him watching me. When I looked back at his cock, there was pre cum on it, and he gyrated right up to my mouth and slid the head back and forth against my lips, just inviting me to open them and slide them over the head -- or, just circle the head with my tongue. I pulled back and tasted his pre cum with the tip of my tongue, staring up at him.He moved in again, and slid his cock head very slowly back and forth, then tried to push it gently between my lips. I let it slide in just a bit, and I circled the head with my tongue, flicking it back and forth, then slid his cock out from my lips. The girls were screaming and laughing and egging me on. They were demanding I should "take it all" in my mouth. I tried so hard to turn away -- to ignore him. But, my pussy was tingling like mad and I was squeezing my legs together as hard as I could.We all watched as he slid the waist of his bikinis down further, and his cock was revealed, pointing straight at me. Some of my friends were jockeying to get in front of him and they were yelling they'd suck him. But, he was dead set on me sucking him off.I kept trying to tell everyone that they didn't understand. That we had an agreement not to do anything sexual. But, that only brought laughter, and comments like, "You??? You're not going to do anything sexual? HAH!"Well, what on earth can a lady do when she turns her head and is staring right into the eye of a beautiful, stiff cock that's moving straight for her? Just as I parted my lips to wet them with my tongue, he shoved it all right in .... waaaay in! Way back to my throat.My tongue rolled him against the roof of my mouth, then slid up and down against him. I moved my whole mouth back and forth, and each time the head touched the back of my throat, I'd suck on it, moving my mouth cross ways while I sucked. Then, I'd slide him out while my tongue vibrated length wise, pushing him up to the roof of my mouth where I could put pressure against him that way, too.He was moaning. Lost in the sensations. My friends all watched with fascination."What are you doing, Liz?""Look how her mouth is moving .... what is that?"Oh my God, he's gonna cum in her mouth!" I ignored them and gave him all I could. His cock had grown so big it filled my whole mouth. I was so wet and my pussy was just throbbing, so I let my hand slide down between my legs. I stroked myself through my slacks, then felt someone reach over and unzip them and slipped them down and off of my legs. I spread my legs wide apart, but the stripper thrusting into my mouth made me need both hands to hold his cock and his ass, pulling him into my throat.I felt hands all over my legs and pussy. Someone was rubbing my pussy through my panties. Someone else had their hand underneath the crotch and was trailing their finger over my pussy. I felt my hips being lifted and my panties slid off. My bare legs settled around someone kneeling between them, and I began to feel the most wonderful licking and sucking. I coordinated my sucking with hers, and it almost felt as if I was sucking myself.The stripper's whole body tensed and he reached out and held my head, pacing my movements and holding me still while he thrust in faster and faster. I was ready, and when he shoved his cock way against the back of my throat, I sucked him hard and fast and my tongue vibrated against the sensitive spot just under the head. He held very still, his cock head pushed against the back of my throat while it opened and closed sucking at the head.His moan grew louder and louder. He pulled out of my mouth then shoved back in, again and again. His moan grew into a roar that went on and on. He shot right down my throat, and I timed my sucking with each spurt. He roared louder each time he shot, with the last time being the loudest and longest of all. I'd swallowed every bit of his cum as fast as I could, knowing that my swallowing movement would close against the head and 'suck' out more cum. His whole body was shaking and covered with sweat. He was gasping for breath. I slowly slid his cock out from between my soaked lips, and let it return to him. I was also trying to catch my breath, and felt hands sliding me off of my chair onto the carpeted floor.I lay still, legs wide apart and one knee up in the air. When I caught my breath, I opened my eyes and saw my friends around me, some sitting, some standing, some on the floor with me. They were all talking at once until someone said, "It's Liz's turn, now."I turned my head to see the stripper propped up against the couch, his still semi hard cock in one hand. He was watching and smiling."I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I can't help," he said looking sheepish."Who said we wanted you to help," asked Millie as she settled herself between my legs and covered my pussy with her hand?I was too exhausted to protest. Ladies know just how to touch another lady. I don't know who, besides Millie, contributed, but I could feel different hands and different movements and sensations. It was heaven and it didn't take long. They knew I was close when I tensed my hips and raised them in the air. I think more than one person was stroking me because I felt wonderful movement all between my legs and on my clit at the same time.My orgasm wasn't a thrasher, but a "spasm" one ...... almost gentle ..... one spasm after another, each feeling better than the last. The ladies certainly knew how to do it. That night I fell asleep before I could call my fianc?e.Day Nine. My fiancee's bachelor party. I didn't even ask, afterwards. Some time later he told me there were four hookers. Every guy there got fucked by them -- except my fianc?e. He said all he could think of was the 'physical' risk and he didn't want to be with them. He jacked off as he watched the others though. Besides, he said he'd feel terrible since we'd agreed not to have any orgasms until we were married. Ahemmmm. Day Ten. All arrangements were finished and things should go well. The rehearsal dinner went fine, but my fianc?e and I kept touching each other under the table cloth, and he got an enormous hard on. After dinner we got into our car in the parking lot and he almost raped me. I tried explaining but he was crazed. I agreed to jerk him off he he'd do it standing up against the car in the parking lot where someone might see us. He agreed.I stood in front of him and rubbed my pelvic mound back and forth against his hard on. I pushed and rubbed against it until he almost ripped the fabric of his pants. I unzipped him and took out his cock and did a two hand stroking-twist. He came instantly all over my dress. That did it. I became a wild woman, and we fucked in the back seat of the car. When we got to my place I attacked him again, and we did each other all night long, in as many ways as we could. It was our honeymoon night, one night early.We fell into an exhausted sleep about 4:30 AM, and awoke to pounding on the door. It was my family. They were all there to help me dress and get ready. There we were, naked, exhausted, my body covered in sticky gizm, and my pussy so sore I couldn't sit down. My fianc?e got so confused that he marched into the living room completely naked, his poor cock bright red and purple and hard, again. I thought my mother would die, but she finally agreed to return to the church and stall. My father winked at me when he saw me wince as I slowly tried to sit down.Well the rest is history, as they say. Everything went fine, and after the reception we were too tired to even touch each other. We slept for almost ten hours, then caught our plane for New York for our honeymoon. I later learned that my fianc?e did fuck each of the four hookers at his bachelor's party while everyone watched. Several of the guys did. I also learned that one of his friends gave him a blow job that night, too. Did I ever tell him about my stripper? What do you think? ;-)___________________[sig]Lady Liz[/sig]

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