Schlongue
part one

My Bride has indicated that I should keep a journal on a daily basis that describes our sex life. Today was our wedding day. I am now writing while my bride sleeps.

I guess I should start my journal by saying that my bride was absolutely beautiful. Her sheer white dress showed off her tan and her brunette hair to best advantage. The plunging neckline had all the men craning their necks trying to see her beautiful breasts. The fabric was very thin, so the shadows of her nipples were clearly visible to anyone that was looking. As she would move or walk, the fabric would cup to her breasts or stomach. I could see her bellybutton dimple under the dress.

Now that I have seen her without clothing (we did not have sex prior to getting married, so tonight was the first time I have seen her body), I can truly say that she has by far the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen, even in pictures. Not that I have a lot of experience, but I, like most teenagers, snuck a look at the girlie magazines my friend’s dad had stored under the house when I stayed overnight. Her breasts are perfectly formed, with brown around her nipples about the size of a silver dollar. Her nipples stick out about a half inch when she is cold or excited. Her nipples are about the size of a 45 caliber bullet.

Right now she is lying there in bed half covered by the sheet, half exposed to my adoring eyes. I pulled the sheet down from covering her right breast so I could see it as she sleeps.

I am lying on my left side so that I can write without crushing her bride’s bouquet. She asked me to make sure I didn’t do anything to spoil it. That may seem like a trivial thing until you realize that she stuck her bouquet, minus one flower, up my ass. The last flower she stuck down my cock.

She seemed to really enjoy taking pictures of her bouquet as she arranged it inside me.
I guess I should tell this in sequence so that it makes more sense.

The marriage ceremony was pretty standard fair, including my getting to kiss the bride. Her mom was crying, and her dad’s lower lip was quivering as they watched their only daughter marry someone that she had known for about a year. We had only been dating for about six months, but had worked together for a few months before we started dating.

Quite honestly. I have never been sure whether her parents liked me or not. After all, she IS the one with all the money. She is a doctor, and I was a nurses aide for several years.
I am much happier now as a personal trainer, because I can spend my spare time working on weights to stay in shape for competition. I guess I should blow my own horn and admit that I have taken several power-lifting trophies. I have also won the state Mr. America contest. I really do enjoy weight lifting. My 6 foot 9 inch frame gives me a competitive advantage over the shorter guys.

The nipple on her breast is now very hard, sticking out like it is begging to be caressed. She has warned me not to wake her up so that she can rest up for our honeymoon trip to a Caribbean Island.

We leave tomorrow morning. We will be honeymooning for a week. That is all the time my wife could take off from work.

So I think I will just watch her all night tonight, our wedding night, as she dreams. She is so gorgeous!

She is making little cooing sounds now that sound like “mmmuhhh.”

Anyway, I noticed that during our reception she and all the wedding attendants, even the men, disappeared for awhile. I thought that maybe she was out changing her clothes. While she was gone, I heard voices and sounds that seemed to be coming from the adjacent room, but I finally decided that they must be coming from across the street.

When she reappeared she still had her wedding dress on, so I am not sure why she was gone or what she was doing. Maybe she was saying Bon Voyage to her good friends. Her Brides Maid and the other attendants are all part of some group that meets once a month. They all seem to be close friends. I have noticed that they are all really good looking, nobody less than an 8.5, if you know what I mean!

We smeared cake on each other’s face and the whole thing that couples usually do. During the dances, she was very intimate and we danced very close together. Her breasts come to about my crotch (she is only five feet tall), and she seemed to delight in rubbing her hard nipples against my hard-on while she looked into my eyes.

She clearly had no bra on. I could see to her waist while we were dancing, and the sweet underside of her gorgeous breasts have been clearly visible all day long and all evening.
While we were dating she always dressed conservatively. And at work she always wore a tie with a business suit (woman’s business suit). I was glad that I had carefully tucked my unit into my shorts securely wrapped back under my balls so that my hard-on wasn’t terribly obvious. Still I noticed several women staring at my bulging crotch after we stopped dancing. I decided that if all of the men could ogle at my girl friend’s, oops! WIFE’s world-class breasts, the women could get their jollies by peeping at my crotch. We truly are a dashing couple.

We left the reception at about midnight. It was only a short ride from the reception to the hotel where we are staying our first night. I had arranged for lots of flowers and soft music to be playing in our hotel room. The room smelled lovely when we entered. The music was perfect. We both flopped down on armchairs to recuperate a bit from the festivities, discussing who was there, how much fun we had, and who looked the worse for wear.

Then she got up and got out the video camera. She set it up so that it was pointed at the center of the room, and also could video the bidet.

Then she pulled a small velvet box from her purse. She crossed the room, set on my lap, and handed it to me. The box contained a gold ring. The ring had a bulge on one side. There is a small hole through the bulge about the diameter of a nail. The ring looked like a man’s ring, fairly heavy, and about a half inch in depth. There is a large diamond on the side opposite of the bulge. The diamond is recessed into the ring so that it is flush with the ring’s surface.
It was a little too small for my ring finger, so I thought perhaps she had bought me a pinky ring. I have big hands and thick fingers.

Nope! it was too small for my pinky finger, too. So I looked at her and said “Enquiring minds want to know!”

She giggled, then explained that it was a special ring, made to be worn on my manhood.

part two

The ring looked WAY too small for my penis to fit into. But she unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, pulling them down, then pulled down my shorts.
It felt incredibly good to have him spring free after having been so uncomfortably curled all afternoon and evening.

Unfortunately he popped out of my shorts, swung up, and hit her square in the face. My bride did not seem at all pleased about this turn of events, muttering that he might have hit her in the eye. But she shook her head as though in disgust, then kind of laughed it off.

She handed me the ring and said “Pull his head through the opening in the ring where your finger would normally go. Go ahead, it will be a tight fit, but he will go through. Try it! It is supposed to fit right next to the head under the rim of the glans, that helmet like shaped part.”

I know where my glans is, for god’s sake!

She was right though. With a lot of tugging and pinching and struggling, I was able to get his head through the “finger-hole” in the ring. When I let go, his foreskin covered it completely. Looking at my cock, you would never know that it was there, at least when I was not erect. The ring is much smaller in diameter than my shaft, so the ring actually causes my cock shaft to indent quite a bit where the ring is, even while I am not erect.
I am looking at it now. I pulled back my foreskin, and the indentation where the ring is is very pronounced. My cock head (sorry, glans) blossoms on one side of it while my shaft swells much thicker than the ring on the other side.

She instructed me to swivel the ring on my cock so that the bulge always hangs down, the diamond visible. The ring is thick and heavy, so she must have spent a lot of money on all that gold, and that rock.

After I had secured the ring in its intended place, she told me to get completely naked, spread my legs, and then bend over and touch my toes. She got a tube of something out of her purse, then walked over behind me and put something cold right on my asshole. She smeared whatever it was around a little bit, then started pressing her finger against my opening. By circling her finger around as she pushed against my opening, she slowly worked her finger in. I asked her what in the world was she doing. She told me that she was just preparing me, and that I would see shortly.

After a bit of work her finger was all the way in to her knuckle. She then pulled out and started the circling thing again with two fingers. I have to admit that it felt pretty good, and my cock was starting to harden. Soon she had two fingers into me. Then once again she pulled her fingers out and started the circling with three fingers. As before her fingers were soon completely into me to her knuckle.

My unit was now fully erect, and hard as a nail. But she took no notice at all of my stiff cock. The room was slightly chilly, and I noticed that my balls had tightened up so that my ball sack was fully contracted. The ring was indeed fully visible when he was hard. The ring constricted him to well under a third of his normal diameter.

She again got her camera and took pictures of me in my bent over position. I began to wonder if she was bit kinky. I could feel her get very close for some of the pictures. She seemed to be taking pictures only of my butt though. I could hear the video camera running, and realized that it was also clearly recording my fully exposed bum.
Then she walked over to the table where she had laid her beautiful bouquet, and began to take it apart. One by one, she brought the flowers from the bouquet over and carefully first inserted three fingers into my ass, then inserted the stem of the flower in between her fingers. She continued to push the stem in until the flower was up against my butt cheeks.

After about five minutes she had all but one flower stuck into me. Her bouquet was quite large, so the flowers completely covered my bum. Again she took pictures. Sometimes she would stop taking pictures, and would re-arrange my flowers. Once she removed a couple of the flowers, then re-inserted them differently. She continued to take pictures for about 10 minutes, adjusting my position periodically to better light the flowers I think.

Finally she told me to lie down on the bed on my back with my bum hanging off the end so that I would not crush her bouquet. After picking up the video camera, she climbed up on the bed, shoes on, and lifted her dress. Then she moved forward and squatted right over my face.

I quickly realized that she had no panties or nylons on. Her sweet little opening, of which I had been fantasizing about for six months, was right above my mouth after she settled down onto the bed.

I heard her re-start the video camera and point it toward my face and her perfect little pussy. I could smell her woman’s scent. She had obviously been dancing and therefore had been sweating a bit. I decided that I liked my first experience with the fragrance of a woman’s sex.

“Honey, sweet husband, I have been saving my juices for you all day. I have even put a little plug into me so that they would all be saved for you.

“I am really full of my juices, so be really careful when I pull out the plug so that you don’t spill any of it. I want to watch you lick me clean with your tongue. I love to cum when I have a tongue in me.”

Now I am a virgin. And though I never asked her about it, I assumed she was too. If she was a virgin too, how would she know that she likes to cum with a tongue in her?
But I didn’t voice my surprise.

My wife reached down and slowly pulled a short, penis shaped plug out of her as she lowered herself onto my mouth, all the while aiming the camera at my face. Sure enough, she WAS full! The fluids in her filled my mouth, and I had to swallow fast to be ready for the next deluge. Each time she would squeeze her body, more of her juices would pour out. After about five really full mouth-fulls, the drainage slowed a little.
“Oh, honey, oh god baby, that feels incredible! Oh GOD! Honey Stick your tongue up inside me and clean me out, baby.”

As I obliged I could feel her opening begin to twitch and quiver. After only a few minutes she started to moan and really shudder. She continued to push down against my lips, causing my nose to press against her puckered opening. She rocked forward and back for a short while. Each time she rocked, my nose would enter her bottom a little farther.

Soon my nose was fully buried into her, and I had to try to breathe through my mouth, around my furiously licking tongue. I heard her say “Yes!, Eat my Cunt baby! Stick that long thick tongue up my twat and clean all that cum out! Yes! Yes! Oh GOD I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Ohhh GOD! I am cumming!” She shivered and bucked on my face. “Clean all that cum out of my cunt! OOOH God! I’m cumming again.”

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