Chapter 10: The Morning of the Wedding

I woke up early. I didn’t know it at first, being in the basement. I kissed Lakshmi on the forehead before getting up. When I got upstairs, it was barely dawn. I took a piss and my stomach grumbled. I didn’t want to make a lot of noise cooking a meal, so I looked through the cupboards. I finally settled on some Pep Tarts, of which they had several boxes. Is that a misprint? They were my favorite flavor; blueberry. I grabbed a couple of packages and a glass of water, downing all four of them in no time. I finished the water, and decided I should just go and get more rest. I had a big day ahead of me.

I crawled back into bed with Lakshmi, and she cuddled up with me. I laid there for a while, staring at the ceiling with her arms around me. I couldn’t help but smile. Despite my nerves, happiness was winning over. I felt giddy like that first day of school. This was really happening; marriage. That tingling sensation returned, but it was centered around my groin. God damn, this thing is relentless. I tried not to pay attention to it, but I’ve never been able to sleep with a hard-on. My girl looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to bug her. When I looked back, it was fully hard. It had been a while since I had gotten a spontaneous boner. Maybe it was delayed morning wood. It didn’t seem to want to let up, so I decided I’d take a shower and take care of it there.

I looked around in the basement, but couldn’t find a bathroom, and so I went upstairs. I was beginning to enjoy being naked all the time, but it felt weird to have a boner while doing it. I got into the shower and let the water run over my back as I got some conditioner and stroked it. I closed my eyes and thought about our love session before bed. The way we stared at each other nearly the whole time pierced my soul. It was unforgettable. I was starting to get that numb feeling from the water on my back and I opened my eyes. It had no trouble getting hard, but I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t even close yet. I picked up my pace, closing my eyes again. I went through all the recent fucks, but none of them seemed to want to make a spark. What the fuck? I tried to just focus on the sensations, but by the time I thought I felt something, my cock was starting to feel numb from all of the friction.

I had been in there a long time. Long enough for the water to get just slightly cooler. I gave up on it and finished taking a shower. It still hadn’t subsided after drying off. I wasn’t sure if I should be concerned about it or not. As I stepped to one of the sinks, I had to rest it on top of the counter. The cold marble did nothing to kill it, but it didn’t throb either. I let out a long sigh and looked for the cotton swabs. I was happy to see a package of finger brushes so I could brush my teeth. I didn’t feel like digging through my suitcase. I cleaned my ears and brushed my teeth. As I was swishing some mouthwash, the bathroom door opened. I had forgotten about my boner and I turned with wide eyes to see Erika walking in, yawning. I nodded to her and went back to swishing.

“Woah, dude. Do you have some kind of oral hygiene fetish?” she asked with a giggle.

I looked down and nearly spit the mouthwash out all over. I leaned over and spit it out. “I—I don’t know why it’s like this. It got hard and I tried jacking off, but it wasn’t responding.”

“Did you eat something?” she asked with narrowed eyes.

“Uh, yeah, I had some Pep Tarts.”

She laughed really hard, doubling over. I had no idea why that was funny, but I waited for her to catch her breath.

“Those,” she began but had to laugh some more. “Those weren’t normal toaster pastries, dude.” She burst into laughter again.

“They tasted normal.”

“Oh fuck, that’s—” she had to breathe in to keep herself from laughing. “I’m sorry, just ... those are like male enhancement pills, but with a twist. They desensitize you to keep you from cumming. How many of those did you eat?”

“Four.”

“Oh my god,” she laughed. “I really have to pee now.”

“Uh, sure, I’m done anyways.”

“Oh, no. You, come here.” She then sat on the toilet.

I hesitated for a moment, surprised by her command. I narrowed my eyes at her, but then walked over. When I got in front of her, she suddenly slapped the top of my cock. “Ow!” I furled my brow in confusion.

“That’s for not saying, ‘Yes, mistress,’ when I gave you a command. Now, put your hand on my pussy.”

I went to do it right away, but then stopped to say, “Yes, mistress.” I put my hand there and began to rub.

“No, just hold it there.” She closed her eyes and soon she was peeing through my hand. She then opened her eyes and grabbed my cock with both hands, putting the head into her mouth. I let out a soft gasp as she stroked my cock and sucked on the head, flicking her tongue. Her mouth was small and couldn’t take much of it, but it felt really good. I still wasn’t sure if I liked the pee thing yet, but it was a small price to pay for a blowjob. She took her mouth off of it to say, “I want you to cum for me.”

“Yes,” I began as she put her mouth back around it, “Unh, mistress.”

When she stopped peeing, she moved that hand to my balls and suggested with hers that I massage them. I understood and did so, knowing I would need the help. Her hand then went through my legs. I felt her searching for my anus, and I knew not to stop her, plus I didn’t want to stop her. I was a little apprehensive about her nail, but she was gentle and found the spot quickly. This time it took a bit of massaging that button in my ass, but I was soon cumming. She pulled it out and let it squirt over her chest. It felt like an orgasm, but it was so dimmed. I still had a few convulsions, and when it was over, my cock did not soften at all. I looked down at her chest and saw that the load wasn’t very much. “Now, clean me off.”

My eyes shot to hers, and I could feel them contract, focusing harder. Her gaze was impenetrable. I looked back at the cum on her chest. I knew she meant for me to lick it off of her. I watched as she leaned back to keep it from leaking down. I swallowed hard, but I got down on one knee and began licking my cum from her chest. She moaned in pleasure, putting a hand on the back of my head so that I couldn’t pull away. It tasted a bit tangy this time, but it was still mild. For the enjoyment of the other, it was worth doing. I wouldn’t have been able to tell if it was a turn on for me at that moment anyways.

When I finished cleaning her chest, she grabbed my hair and pulled me up into a kiss with a forceful tongue. When we parted she said, “Fuck, Danny, what is it about you? I haven’t been attracted to males that much lately, but I feel like I can’t wait to have you inside of me.” She still had a hold of my head and pulled me in for another deep kiss. I wasn’t sure what to do at that moment, so I just rested my hands on her sides. Then she broke the kiss, breathing heavily. “Lakshmi won’t mind, right?”

“No, mistress.” I wasn’t really sure, but she hasn’t complained about any of it yet. I felt like my cock needed to be fucked into submission, and I knew that Erika likes it rough, too.

“Good, come then.”

I let her get up and she grabbed my cock with a hand and led me to her bedroom. “Sit here,” she said, pushing me into a beanbag chair. She didn’t even give me a chance to respond as she straddled the chair and lined herself up. I thought she was going to have me fuck her ass again, but she lowered herself with it inside of her pussy that was very tight. She was able to take it all, and was soon fucking herself on my intensely hard cock. Her head rolled back in pleasure, and I watched in amazement as the person I least expected to have sex with was energetically impaling herself onto me. Before long, her juices were flowing, making it feel even more incredible.

Her pace quickened and her pussy was slapping wetly against me. She really started letting herself basically fall onto me. It was almost painful, but it was hot watching her fuck my cock like a suction cup dildo. It was fascinating to see such a dominant type succumb to such primal lust, like she couldn’t control herself. She put a hand on her clit and started rubbing, and before long, she screamed, “Oh, fuck!” Her eyes rolled back and her pussy convulsed. She let herself fall all the way down again and stopped. She gyrated her hips and continued to frig her clit. I could feel the muscles contracting harder and harder until she screamed out again and her pussy pushed my cock out making her stand up, and she gushed all over me, now with fingers inside of her. Her hips bucked hard as several more waves showered me, her screaming with every pulse. I had to close my eyes, but I opened my mouth and drank what I could. I was beginning to really like the taste of a woman’s cum. The musky scent was intoxicating me. After the gushing ended, she collapsed onto me with a laugh. I stared at my still raging, hard cock and shook my head. As much as that felt good, I know I wasn’t anywhere near cumming again.

“Thanks for trying again.”

“Oh, we’re not done yet. Not until you cum inside my pussy.” She then walked over to her bed. It was a tall bed, and she bent over laying her torso onto it. “Come here, big boy.”

“Yes, mistress.” I walked up behind her and saw her anus clench as my cock touched her engorged pussy.

“Now, fuck me, and don’t stop until you cum.”

“Yes, mistress,” I said sternly. I pushed the head in and then thrust my weight into her. She let out a loud gasp. I got my balance and began short, hard thrusts. I knew she liked it rough, and I had a feeling that nothing else was going to do the trick for me. She clenched at her still-messed-up blankets and pressed her face into them. I grabbed her hips for support, but I dug my nails in as I did. I felt like a machine; like an auto-hammer. I like to watch Forged in Flame.

“Fucking shit!” she yelped. “That cock ... oh shit...”

She began to cum hard, squirting over my cock. Her muscles didn’t tighten too hard, but I had to stop my thrusts. When she recovered, I resumed at a quicker pace.

“Grab my hair, fuck me harder.”

“Yes, mistress.” As soon as I grabbed her hair, I pulled back hard, forcing her head up. At the same time I thrusted all the way in, causing her to grunt.

“That’s it, big boy, make me take it.” This was soon followed by several gasps and grunts as I used her hair as an anchor. I widened my stance just a bit, and started slamming her as hard as I could. Our bodies clapped loudly, adding to her pain, which added to her pleasure. And just like that, my initial trepidations failed to have merit. The more you do to get them off, the more fun both have.

Her kegels began to quiver and squirm, and I could feel the volcano bulging. “Oh, yes.” I barely said.

“Oh please. Uh, uh, give it to me.”

I gnarled my face, feeling my body tense up. I had never felt the pre-orgasm stage for so long, and I began to feel pins and needles throughout my extremities.

“Fucking cum in my pussy!”

I almost felt light-headed as the orgasm began. It felt delayed; the body sensation arrived first without a shot of cum. I kept pumping her hard, and almost felt like I was losing the orgasm, but I concentrated on the sensations and the thought of unloading inside of her. I had to fill her up. The orgasm returned, and with a ragged grunt, I was soon shooting hard into her—her screaming with every slam. It didn’t feel like smooth shots, but more like there wasn’t as much liquid in it. The feelings were strong, but there were no spasms. We were both out of breath. I let go of her hair and brushed it with my hand. When I pulled out, she gasped and I could see more juices flowing down her already wet legs. I watched her anus clench with each climax.

“I’m going to have to agree with my mother on this one,” she began, shifting a bit to look at me. “You should really consider a career in porn, ‘cause you got something special there, kid.”

I looked down at it with a smile and noticed that it had waned by the smallest of fractions. I let out a long sigh. Not only from frustration, but I had finally caught my breath. I still felt a bit light-headed and put a hand to my forehead. “I think I need to go lay down.”