The Bride's Bedtime - Adult Erotica - Sand Wayne - ebook
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The Bride's Bedtime

ONEThe highway was a straight flat ribbon running without a bend as though to the edge of the earth. The desert was a flat anvil, baked under the blistering sun. It was staid, endless and changeless, sand and cacti, sand and cacti....Daria Harper leaned back on the car seat, pulling her short mini-skirt almost up to the leg bands of her panties and relishing the feel of the air conditioning between her slightly perspiring thighs. Her long hair hanging loose and free over shapely sloping shoulders partially exposed by the sleeveless sweater she wore, the sensuous young bride looked affectionately over at her husband John, whose eyes were intent on the road. Then she sighed and removed the map from the dash and folded it open."Needles, Flagstaff, Yuma, Tombstone...." she said winsomely."Huh?" John asked, shifting his gaze from the road to Daria, his gaze descending briefly down to the shapely swells of her breasts clearly out-lined in her tight-fitting sweater."The names of the towns here in Arizona," she said. "There's something so magic sounding about it." Then, suddenly unable to contain herself, the sensuous twenty-one-year old blonde leaned suddenly over to kiss her young husband on the side of the face, her breasts brushing teasingly against his arm. "Oh John, I'm so excited to finally be moving. On the road, I mean. But not just that. I feel like finally, after all this waiting, we're finally on the road of our lives-together. Now ... I can hardly even understand why we waited so long.""Waiting was your idea," John said with a smile.Daria slid back over in the seat and leaned against the door. "I know," she said demurely. "I wonder if it wasn't a mistake."The young husband reached over and lay his hand softly on his wife's bare thigh several inches up from the knee. "I don't think so, now.""What?""I'm not sorry we waited. Now we still have the fun of discovery ahead of us, I mean, the rest of the discovery. It's old fashioned as hell, like I said, but now that the waiting is over, it doesn't seem that bad." He paused for a moment, moistening his lips. "You liked it, didn't you honey?"Daria looked at him sharply. "What?""I said, you did like it, didn't you? Making love?""Of ... course I liked it," Daria said, swallowing hard as the words seemed almost to catch in her throat. Then she forced a smile over her face and lay her hand on John's, still resting on her slender bare thigh. "Of course, oh my God, I loved it.""Good. There was just a time ... there at the end ... when I thought ... when I thought you were let-down.""Oh John. It was wonderful. I was just a little sore.""And it'll get better. With two people, any two people, the first time it's, you know, a bit awkward. And for a virgin."He let his voice trail off. He glanced briefly back at Daria's now pensive face, then returned his eyes to the road. After a moment he removed his hand from her leg and placed it back on the steering-wheel.Daria turned her gaze again to the arid landscape. Far off on the horizon she could see a strange looking cloud, almost red, lying close to the earth. She stared at it for a moment, then forgot it as her thoughts began to drift. She supposed it was ridiculously old fashioned for two lovers in this day and age to wait until they were married before having sex. That had been John's persisting argument during the whole six months of their engagement. But being the stubborn girl she was, Daria had held out against all temptation. Then yesterday they had been married in a small civil ceremony in Los Angeles. They'd bid farewell to their parents, taken John's second-hand Chevrolet and set out on their honeymoon, a cross country tour that would end in New York City. They had stopped the night in a Holiday Inn.Even now flutters of nervous excitement coursed through Daria's body as she remembered. And even if taking the vows did place a stamp of moral approval on her defloration, it had done nothing to change the natural fear of penetration which had always plagued the chaste young blonde, and Daria had been literally gripped by fear as they'd ridden the elevator up to their room. Both of them had drunk quite a lot of wine with dinner and she recalled noting a kind of glazed look in John's eyes as his gaze coursed hungrily over her ripe young body. Then the elevator had stopped and they'd walked in tense silence down the hall to their room. John lifted her and carried her over the threshold. Holding her strongly in his arms, he had kissed her on the lips before letting her gently down to the floor. He stood looking at her in silence for a moment, then excused himself to go to the restroom. From the doorway he said, very softly, a request rather than a command, "Take off your dress, honey. And get into bed."Daria's heart was pounding rapidly and her breathing was hoarse and strained. She and John had on several occasions come fearfully close to going all the way, and her frustration when she'd finally stopped him had been almost unbearable. But now tonight there would be no stopping him, and if there'd been any doubt in her mind that the moment of truth had finally arrived that doubt was completely erased by the assurance with which he'd told her to get into bed.Daria listened to her newly married husband brushing his teeth in the bathroom. She watched herself in the three-quarter length dresser mirror, her eyes narrowing slightly as she reached up and started to unbutton her blouse. She parted the garment slowly off the full upstanding mounds of her breasts pushed up high and tightly together by her tight-fitting brassiere, shed it off her shoulders and lay it across the back of the chair. Then she reached behind her back and with a deft flick of her finger loosened the snap to the bar. She shrugged her shoulders slightly to work the straps down off her arms, her nipples swelling to tingling rigidity from their contact with the air. She loosened her skirt, giving a little wriggle of her hips to drop it down off the flare of her pelvis and her long slender thighs. It fell to the floor at her ankles and she stepped out of it, naked except for her low-hanging near-transparent panties.Daria's face was flushed with her building excitement as she observed her sensuously exposed body in the mirror. There was not an ounce of superfluous flesh on her slender shapely frame. Her skin was golden tanned, her legs long and tapered, her waist narrow and her buttocks flaring and tight. And even through the transparency of her panties she could just distinguish the sparse and silken triangle of light blonde pubic hair nestled so invitingly between her thighs.Daria was acutely conscious of her own sexuality as she let her eyes fix on the forbidden blonde triangle of hair. Then she jerked her gaze suddenly away from the mirror as the bathroom door opened and John emerged, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of her almost naked young body."Jesus, baby," he said in a gusty voice. "You have got to be the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life."Daria did not know when she'd ever felt so completely naked and vulnerable, and she waited trembling as John walked slowly toward her, almost stalking her like an animal stalking its prey. His expression reflected almost a worship; and something about it gave her a funny feeling. But she couldn't deny the little wisps of excitement shuddering through her own naked nipple-peaked breasts and panty covered loins at the way he was looking for her.Then suddenly he was on her, gathering her into his arms and pulling her nakedness strongly to his chest, his lips covering over hers and his tongue snaking deep into her mouth.He kissed her for a long time, crushing her breasts against his muscular chest, dropping his hands down to the silk covered half-moons of her ass to pull her hardly protected pubic mound warmly up against the bulging rigidity of his already fully erected cock looming up in his trousers. Then he dropped his face lower, nibbling down over the sensitive skin of her neck, his hands digging into the firm pliant flesh of her ass cheeks from the outside of her panties. He held her for a moment longer, then released her and urged her gently back toward the bed.Daria's legs were limp with excitement and fear as she dropped down on her back on the bed. Then, mesmerized by her dread and anticipation, she watched John unbutton his shirt and push it off his broad muscular shoulders, then in a quick motion undo his trousers and jerk both them and his jockey shorts quickly down, the sight of his thick purplish pulsating cock almost taking her breath away.God, it was bigger than she'd ever imagined, much better than it had felt the times she'd touched it with her hand on the outside of his trousers, and she was suddenly gripped by a genuine fear at the thought of actually having to take it up inside her tight little vagina.Then, as she was trying simply to come to terms with the concept of what was about to happen to her, John kicked off his shoes, stepped quickly out of his trousers and was suddenly up onto the bed beside her, kneeling over her, his gaze roving hungrily over the naked curves of her prone surrendered form.A little shiver darted down Daria's spine as John reached out to cup his hands over the two naked swells of her breasts, the contacts of his palms on her nipples causing the sensitive little buds to swell to even greater tingling rigidity. He dropped over her, his face snuggling against the softness of her gently sloping shoulders, his tongue flicking out to lick maddeningly over the upper portion of one of her generously rounded breasts before his lips sought out her erect little nipple and covered right over the pulsating tingling bud."Ooouuu," Daria moaned in spite of all her lingering trepidation. John's hands were mauling over her body like he was some kind of sex-starved animal, his lips sucking hungrily at the little desire-swollen bud of her nipple, his fingernails clawing at her goose-bumped flesh. He raked down over the ribs and her smooth flat belly, down across the tiny hole of her navel and into the first thin silken curls of pubic hair sticking out over the waistband of her flimsy little panties. Then she shivered as his hand shipped down into the top of the low-hanging little garment, his fingers brushing down through the sparse blonde hair of her cunt and venturing suddenly between her slightly parted thighs to trail right along the already lewdly moistened lips of her cunt."Oh please," Daria whimpered, torn between the warm stirrings of excitement and her continued fear of the unknown. For a moment she suspended consciousness of the fact that she and John had been married that afternoon, that this was not mere play, but foreplay, leading to the inevitable frightening penetration to come. Then she was snapped rudely back to reality as he dropped down even more heavily on her prone and pinioned body and suddenly she felt the hot throbbing shaft of his penis prod straight up between her legs.A low moan spewed from the naked blonde's lips and she ground her buttocks down into the bed in retreat, flailing her head from side to side, her eyes opening wide as her young husband levered further up over her squirming body. At the same time he used his finger to part the flanged hair-lined lips of her cunt, working it slowly up into the cringing little opening as she jerked and struggled beneath him.Now in spite of all her natural fear Daria's whole body was crying out with inflamed and surging need, and she closed her eyes as he again fixed his lips over one of the tingling nipples of her breasts to resume a hungry sucking pressure on the sensitive little bud. His hands slipped from her cunt, his thumb stroking with maddening effect at the pulsating little nub of her clitoris. She felt him shift slightly above her, then stiffened as he seized the fully erected hardness of his cock and guided it straight up between her thighs to press right against the quivering entrance of her completely moistened vagina. As she started to reach down to try to defend herself he seized her by the wrist, pinioning her arms tight above her head. Then, holding her helplessly beneath him, he gave a low growl and lunged to ram the hard swollen head of his cock right up into the elastic-like little entrance of her lust-heated pussy orifice."Oh, God?" Daria cried out from the raw searing sensation. The sudden sharp stab of pain almost took her breath away and she felt like she was about to be penetrated by a red-hot shaft of steal. But there was no relief or escape and as she writhed and moaned like a bound prisoner on the rack the searing penetration continued, the thick cudgel of hard male flesh shoving gradually deeper and deeper up into the cringing little pussy sheath, sweeping into her cunt with a surging vicious fury to tear her hymen like a tissue as it sank to the hilt into her previously unviolated vagina."Ooooooooooohhh!" the writhing blonde moaned, her whole body racked by the agonizing entry. His massive cock was buried into her to the hilt and for a moment he lay completely still upon her. Then she tensed, giving out with another tortured gasp as he flexed his penis to throb it even deeper, and a moment later he began to move.Daria lay almost motionless in her pain and fear, her body trembling as John slowly withdrew and skewered carefully inward again, the bludgeoning member pushing apart the enveloping inner walls of flesh until she felt completely opened and lacerated. But at least the second pistoning entry had not been as painful as the first, and already she was beginning to realize that her terrible fear of the act of sex had been without real foundation. It did hurt, but she knew she had born the worst of the pain, and as her husband continued to skewer slowly in and out of her burning loins, the pain seemed to further subside. Her vaginal muscles stretched and adjusted, her lubricating fluids mingling with the blood of her torn hymen to further slicken and moisten the forced and stabbing invasion.Then, as John's hunching movements above her gradually increased in rhythm and intensity, Daria found her body seeming to respond with an instinct of its own. Almost without realizing what she was doing, she began to slowly undulate her buttocks beneath him, slithering her cunt warmly up and down on the still ruthlessly violating shaft of flesh ramming out between her forcibly splayed thighs. Suddenly, experiencing a complete rejuvenation of the lust that had gripped her before, she threw her hands up around his back, hugged her breasts warmly against his chest and kissed him hungrily on the lips as she began to grind her naked ass-cheeks in luxuriating circles up from the bed to further intense the mingled pain and pleasure sensations she derived from the continued burning penetration of her loins."Oh my god, oh yes!" she cried out in final lust-inspired surrender. "Oh yes, it's good! I love it yes, do it to me!"It seemed to Daria at first that that must have been exactly what John had been waiting to hear. She just had time to see the sudden wild look in his eyes. She heard a low animal sounding groan from his lips. Then suddenly he was racking her body with a series of shattering staccato lunges, pistoning the lacerating hardness of his cock rapidly in and out of the still sensitively cringing opening of her cunt. Then as the surging liquid of his cum suddenly came spewing forth from the head of his cock, washing and mingling with her own vaginal juices as drop after teeming droplet flooded into the warm inner tightness of her cunt, she realized that John was already reaching his climax. Her words of surrender must have excited him beyond control, and he continued to hammer up and down over her squirming body, ramming again and again deep into her spasming, eagerly clutching pussy, racking her with the fury of his assault until the last drop of his hot male jism squirted deep up into her loins and he sagged down tiredly on top of her, panting in exhaustion as she continued to buck and thrash beneath him."ooooohhhhhhhh!" Daria moaned in despair as she realized her defloration was ending just when she'd really been starting to enjoy it. Miraculously the terrible pain she'd experienced before had completely ended. Her whole body was on fire with seemingly insatiable lust, and she thought she could have died as she felt the filling shaft of John's cock begin almost immediately to inflate. Then he kissed her, briefly and tenderly on the lips. Then he withdrew and rolled off and lay, panting to catch his breath, on his back on the bed beside her.TWODaria could almost feel the terrible frustration that had gripped her, and for a moment she wasn't even aware of the slowing down of the car. Then she heard John mutter a soft curse under his breath and she looked sharply around."What's the matter? Why are you stopping here."In the instant before he answered her eyes took in the seeming endless expanse of the unchanged plain around them, the cacti standing like silent thorned sentinels, that red cloud she now recognized as a moving wall of wind-swept sand looming much nearer than before."It's heating up."They rolled to a halt on the shoulder of the road. A truck roared by, blaring its horn."Damn. I should of flagged him. I didn't realize he was behind us.""What's the matter?" Daria said again."The engine's heating up."She looked at the thermometer just before he cut the ignition and saw that the needle showed 220 degrees. She felt hot outside air as he opened the door, and smelled the strange dry-dusty odor it bore, somewhat as air will bear the odor of rain from a distant, approaching storm cloud. Then he stepped out and closed the door and moved to the front of the car to open the hood. After a moment Daria got out. She cast an apprehensive glance at the looming dust storm, then also walked to the front of the car, where a cloud of steam rose from the heated engine."Radiator's leaking," John said. "She's empty now. If we drive any further it'll burn up the motor.""There's a dust storm coming," Daria said."I know." He stepped away from the car and peered back down the highway in the direction from which they'd come. "Not a car on the road. I should've flagged that truck." He turned and looked the other way. "Must be twenty miles to a town. But ... is that a house up there?"Daria squinted, following his gaze. "Where?""The right of the road, way up there."After a moment she distinguished the brown dot. "It's a building.""Then we'd better get going. There's bound to be water there.""The dust storm...?" Daria said, looking again toward the approaching cloud."Yeh, I see it. We'll have to hurry. Don't wanna get caught out here in that."John opened the door of the car and removed the keys from the ignition. He took a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the dash, lit one and started to lock the door."Just a minute," Daria said. "Let me change into my sandals. These are hard to walk in.""Well hurry, then," John said with slight impatience.