Chapter 7

Don carefully put Lanh’s embroidered vest on a hanger and hung it in the closet, then turned to face his bride, who gently tossed him her bouquet. “I don’t need this,” he said as he placed it gently on the top of the dresser. “I’m already married.” Like many brides, Lanh had two bouquets, a tossing bouquet, and a keeping bouquet, both identical.

“That was sweet what you did for that little girl,” said Lanh as, sitting on the bed, he slipped off her shoes. When it came time to toss the bouquet Don noticed that the little girl that crawled on his lap was lined up with all the ‘big girls,’ so he took a flower from Lanh’s bouquet and after the ‘big girls’ scrambled for the bouquet Don presented the little girl with a silk flower for trying so hard. “She now thinks you really are Prince Charming.”

Don knelt beside the bed, massaging Lanh’s sore, tiny feet. “I think she’s from your side of the family.”

“I don’t think so! Blond hair? Blue eyes? It’s kind of easy to tell,” said Lanh as she reveled in the foot massage. When Don and Lanh had become engaged, a popular joke between them was that it is going to be easy to tell which side of the family folks at the wedding would hail from. This little girl was blond, clearly not an Asian.

“I saw her mom sitting with one of your cousins,” said Don as he stood and hung up his tuxedo jacket. “I’m not the first white guy in the family.”

“Yeah, you are!”

“Then who’s that old white guy rubbing noses with Grandma Tri?” Don eased the shoes off of his aching feet with a sigh of relief. Protocol be damned. He’s wearing his hi-tops when they go back out to the wedding dance.

Lanh blushed. “They’re not married, so he doesn’t count. At least I think they’re not married, no one talks about it.” She stood and untied Don’s bow tie.

“I’m never going to get that tied right again,” he complained. Tam was the only one who could tie a real bow tie, and she tied the ties of all the men in tuxedos today.

“Hush, you guys are switching to straight ties for the dance,” said Lanh as she unbuttoned his shirt. Like many country weddings, theirs was set in three distinct parts. The ceremony, the reception, both of those were for invitees only, then the wedding dance, an open party where anyone could attend. In these little towns in northern Minnesota, North Dakota, and Montana, there were plenty of folks who would go wedding dance hopping like they would go bar hopping on a Friday night. The only way to keep the crowd to a minimum would be to hold your wedding on a Monday or Tuesday when they wouldn’t want to get hammered.

“Let me get that zipper for you,” said Don as he reached for the back zipper on her gown.

“No dressed man may unclothe the princess!” demanded Lanh, determined to play with her title of princess as long as she could.

“Yes, your highness,” and soon Don was naked, his tuxedo draped across the dressing table chair, his erection standing up at a forty-five-degree angle and throbbing with desire. A drop of precum oozed from the slit. Lanh adjusted her veil and knelt before her man and gently licked the precum from the head of his cock. She then held his cock tightly with her teeth just behind the swollen head and ran her tongue over the head of his cock in maddening circles and occasionally tried to force the tip of her tongue inside his cock.

Don was overwhelmed with the contradiction of experiences, the sharp bite of her teeth, the slithery smooth feeling of her tongue as it slid over the head of his cock, the weird, unexpected, almost painful feeling when the tip of her tongue tried to slither into his urethra, and the overall feeling of helplessness, which is fueled by looking down and seeing just how damn sexy Lanh looked with his cock in her mouth, especially wearing a wedding gown.

“What does my princess desire?” gasped Don as the sensations washed over him.

Her small hand closed around his balls as she released his cock from her mouth. “I want to be fucked,” she said with a grin. “I want my prince to throw me on the bed and fuck me silly. I want a screaming orgasm that wakes the neighbors, and I want my prince to impregnate me.”

“Your wish is my command, my sexiness.”

Lanh slowly stood, reluctant to release Don’s cock and refusing to release eye contact with her husband until the last moment. She turned her back on him and scooped up her hair. “My gown?”

Don slowly ran the zipper of her gown down to the last tooth, then gently pushed her hands down to her sides. His hands trembled as he eased the gown off her shoulders and let it pool up around her slim, tiny ankles. “Me thinks my lady is unclothed.”

Lanh stood wearing only her white nylons, a sexy white garter belt, and her glasses. Her ebony hair hung perfectly straight down to her mid back; the hours spent being braided did little to put a kink in her hair. Her nipples were erect, reaching out for stimulation from anyone or anything. They were a constant source of embarrassment for Lanh, but for Don, they were a constant source of delight. “My ladies noochers appear to be extended,” said Don as he rubbed his palms gently in circles on her breasts, creating intense stimulation for her nipples. “Shall I try to put them back in, your highness?” and he started pushing her nipples in like they were push-button switches, which was just as bad as rubbing them in circles.

Trying not to laugh, Lanh put on a haughty air and ordered her prince, “Nay, sir prince, convey me hither to yon sleeping pallet and infuse me with thy seed.” He scooped her up in his arms, trying desperately not to laugh, however a small, choked snort of laughter escaped his nose as he hoisted her into his arms. “This be not a laughing matter! Stifle thy commentary fair prince, lest ye be replaceth with a cucumber!” she cried.

“Replaced with a gourd?” growled Don in mock anger, “Never! Unless I can watch...” He plopped her on the bed, and she gazed up at him, her face turning red with suppressed laughter. He waved his cock at her and declared, “Stifle thy vegetarian lusts and prepare to meet thy king!”

That did it. She burst out in raucous laughter; her body curled up as she laughed. Don dropped to his knees, grabbed her thighs and roughly spread her legs open wide. She gasped in surprise, but when Don’s mouth clamped down on her sex and began to roughly nurse at her trembling clit, her eyes rolled back in her head as she groaned, “YESSSSSSSS!” He eased a finger into her sodden pussy and began to gently saw it in and out, stoking her already raging fires. Now he added a second finger. No longer worried about maintaining her virginity, he began to roughly fuck her with his fingers, and with his free hand, he roughly grabbed her breast and squeezed it while his thumb and forefinger pinched and tweaked her nipple.

Lanh has never been treated like this, only in her dreams has she been lovingly manhandled in such a fashion! Her legs fell open of their own accord. She had no control over them; she had no control over anything. Don has always been a gentle lover, sometimes too gentle. How do you tell the man that loves you so deeply, the man that will sacrifice himself for your safety, that he’s being too gentle? That conundrum was miles away from her mind at that moment. One hand curled in his hair, holding his head to his task of sucking and lapping on her clit. Her other hand grabbed her free breast, and she pinched her nipple and stretched it out as hard as she could. The shockwaves of pure erotic energy from her breasts and clit and vagina clashed and slammed into each other, and her little body tightened. This was going to be a big one.

“Oh my God! ... so good ... suck me! ... Oh God I love you! ... Don’t stop ... don’t stop ... oh my GOD!” Her little cries and gasps were music to Don’s ears. Her encouragement spurred him on to drive her out of her mind with pleasure. Her little feet were planted on the bed and her pelvis began humping up against Don’s voracious mouth. Little grunts escaped her lips as she shoved her pussy up to his mouth “Uhhh ... uhhh ... uhhh ... UHHH!!!” And suddenly the dam broke! An explosion of erotic release crashed over her. The fires he lit out at the pond exploded in a blast furnace of utter rut. “I’M CUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!” she shrieked.

His fingers that were fucking her pussy sped up, fanning the fires of her orgasm. His tongue flickered over her clit, and as she came, her mind melted. She babbled over and over, “Please don’t stop ... Please don’t stop ... Please don’t stop...” both hands were holding his head to her pussy and pushing him down hard. “Oh GOD eat me!” she cried, finally realizing what that request really means.

But he stopped! As she shuddered and shook from the orgasmic pounding her nervous system was taking, Don stopped drilling her with his fingers, his knuckles stopped slapping against her outer pussy lips, his mouth pulled away from her erect, throbbing clit! He raised up and moved up. His eyes were now even with her own eyes. His cock was now threatening to invade her ... Her orgasm still ravishing her, her hips still shuddering with the relentless shocks of rapture, and now Don brought his cock to her pussy.