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   Her first
   She was young, having just turned eighteen, supposedly out with some
friends for the evening when we met face to face.  I'll never forget that
day, what she was wearing, her scent, the look in her eyes as we talked one
on one for the first time.  We had been playing on line for the past year,
at first me just toying with her, then gradually things getting a bit more
serious.  Having heard the stories of her friends first time, how
uncomfortable it was, or how unsatisfying it felt, how ashamed they were
after realizing the boy they just gave their virginity to bragged about it
to their peers.  Mary wanted more, much more, she wanted to save herself
for someone special.  She didn't know if she would wait until she was
married, however in her dreams, she often wondered how it would be if that
were to happen.  No, she figured she would end up loosing her virginity to
someone that would at least treat her nice for a while without spreading
word around about being her first.  Having dated very little she still
didn't know what to expect for a first date, very nervous, especially do
due to meeting someone with whom she had already told so much about
herself.
   We had met on the Internet, she had been browsing a site dealing with
orgasm denial, reading several stories about how pleasurable it could feel,
teasing yourself to the point of orgasm, but holding off until your partner
gave you permission.  Excited by the idea, she would lock herself in her
room, masturbating while reading about being taken, used for the pleasure
of her mate, then left desperate for her own pleasure.  She would usually
end the evening with a nice orgasm before going to bed, at first washing up
to feel fresh, then after reading about how many men like the idea of a
girl being left wet, ready for more, she would just clime into bed, leaving
her panties off so she could continue to feel how slippery she had become.
   It wasn't long after she started reading these stories before she
contacted me for the first time.  At first writing just to say how she
enjoyed the story, how they left her so excited she had to masturbate
before she went to bed.  Then, after a few teasing responses we began to
converse more seriously, getting a bit more personal each time.  Shortly
thereafter, she confided in me that she was still a virgin, saying she was
22 years old when I ask her age.  It turns out that she was afraid if I
knew she was only seventeen at the time I would not have continued to email
her.
   At this point, I began to get a bit excited myself, It was very
interesting toying with a virgin, and not knowing her, I felt it wouldn't
hurt anything to see just how far I could push her.  We continued this for
a few month's me having her wait a few days between her orgasms, then
pushing it to where she would edge at least twice a day, but was only allow
to have an orgasm while we were online together.  As the month's went by,
when her birthday was only a few weeks away, she told me she had not been
totally truthful about her age, this is after we had discussed meeting one
another for coffee one night.  Already interested, I told her we could not
meet until after she turned eighteen, however by this time we were both
longing to take our budding relationship to the next level.  Telling her
she must be punished for not being truthful, she wrote back that she would
be willing to do whatever I ask, but that she couldn't take not being able
to continue what we had.
   Smiling to myself, knowing she was in her room, alone, I had her go find
some paper clips as well as a few clothes pins.  Once she was back, telling
me she had the items, I told her to undress immediately.  Giving her my
phone number for the first time, I told her to call me, that the remainder
of our conversation would be on the phone, then logged off before she could
respond, forcing her to decide if she wanted to take this next step.
   About 2 minutes later my alternate cell phone began ringing, letting it
continue for just a few rings, I put the ear piece in and answer the phone.
After a few brief awkward moments, she begins to apologize for not being
truthful, promising to never again lie to me about anything.  Knowing she
has a full length mirror on her door, I tell her to stand in front of the
mirror and describe in exact detail how she looks.  A bit shocked and
embarrassed, she walks over and says she's not sure where to begin.  I tell
her to begin with her hair, color, length, etc.  Slowly she begins
describing herself, auburn hair about shoulders length, hazel eyes, then
she pauses again.  I again tell her she must describe herself in great
detail, not just her hair color and hight, but skin shade, nose, ears,
chin, neck, back, breasts, nipples, stomach, ass, vulva, is it hairy or
smooth, etc.  Now, please start again and describe yourself in great
detail.
   Again she begins, you can hear her voice she's trying not to cry,
however theres also something more, an excitement, hidden in her tone, but
it's there.  The first time she had a bit of trouble was when she had to
describe her breasts, pausing, I ask her to please continue, the softly she
says her breasts are kind of small, about the size of a good size orange
half, again pausing to see what I would say, I tell her I like smaller
breasts.  Telling her to continue, asking her to carefully describe her
nipples.  This continues for more than thirty minutes, then, telling her to
get a hand mirror and sit on her bed, I have her open her legs and describe
again in great detail her pussy.  By the time she is finished, I find her
very excited, she tells me she is wet, very wet, and that she needs to cum.
Telling her that she is to continue telling me how she feels, and that she
should begin gently rubbing her clitoris, stroking herself but she must not
cum without permission.  Continuing for another ten minutes, and she tells
me she must stop, I have her regain control of her breathing, spread her
legs as wide as possible, and tell her to be sure to keep her vaginal
muscles relaxed.  I now have her place a clothes pen on each nipple,
telling her the pain will go away quickly, and she is not to remove them
until we finish, now I have her continue for just five more minutes, again
I have her describe herself using the mirror.  Listening to her describe
how her labia and clitoris are swollen, how she aches to cum, how she is so
open she can see her hymen in the mirror, how her nipples ache, I almost
loose control.  Telling her she may now remove the nipple clamps, I enjoy
the sounds she's emitting, knowing her breasts must ache, but instructing
her not to touch her breasts again until we finish.
   I tell her that she is to avoid touching herself for the remainder of
the evening, that as it is getting very late already, she is to lay back on
her bed, leaving her legs open, that she must not even cover her pussy, if
she gets cold she can use her blanket, however she must sleep on her back
with her legs open, this is to be her punishment for not being honest. 
Furthermore, in the morning, she must shower then shave herself completely,
I want her feeling as exposed as possible from now on.  I give further
instructions for her to find a bra that is very thin in the front, that she
is no longer to wear a padded bra, I want her natural curves and lines to
be seen.
   We continue this for the next few weeks, then as we talk the night of
her birthday, when she turns eighteen, I have her email me a picture of
herself, not a nude, but one of her standing in her new bra and panties
holding the camera so she can clearly be seen in the mirror.  I also have
her email a copy of her drivers license with her address blacked out, so I
can see her date of birth, this is all in preparation for our meeting that
very weekend.  Each night until we meet I have her continue to stimulate
herself, but I continue to tell her she must not cum, that I wish to see
her in person before she again has an orgasm.
   Our discussion on Saturday morning begins with me having her again
undress and use a hand mirror as she masturbates while on the phone.  I
have her edge twice before telling her to again describe in detail how her
pussy looks, how it feels, as well as how she feels.  I then tell her to be
sure she is shaved very smooth before our meeting, that I want her to edge
at least three more times after her shave and shower.  She is then to
refrain from wearing any panties, she must choose a skirt that is between
knee and mid thigh, and she must wear a thin shirt with a bra that is
unpadded.  After having her promise not to touch herself again until after
our meeting, we hang up so I have time to get ready as well.  Face to Face
   Seeing her sitting there, waiting patiently, I watch her for a few
minutes before I begin to approach, enjoying the way she is sitting, back
straight, legs parted enough to feel a slight breeze under her skirt,
cheeks flushed with the knowledge of how she's dressed.  Approaching, I
introduce myself, thanking her for agreeing to this date, then asking her
to please stand for a second.  Taking a minute I walk around her, seeing
her in person for the first time, I lean close telling her to wait until I
move back to my side of the table, then move her skirt out of the way so
she is siting bare bottom on the seat.  Eyes wide, begins to speak in a
whispered tone, but I place my finger gently across her lips, simply saying
please sit.  Face flushing, she does as instructed, moving her skirt out of
the way as she settles her bare bottom onto the very cool seat.
   Giving her a few moments to regain her composure, I motion the waitress
over and take this opportunity to order us both a drink.  Knowing the wait
staff at this restaurant, the do not question me on her age, as I am a very
good tipper, and frequent customer.  Again, eyes wide, Mary begins to
quietly tell me she's not old enough to order a drink, then looking her in
the eye I simply tell her she didn't, I ordered it.  As our evening
continues, we enjoy a lite meal together, the chemistry between us seems to
only be growing stronger so before we are ready to leave, I ask her to
please go to the restroom, and return only after she has edged two times.
   Eyes wide, her breath catches as she responds simply with ...Now?
   I simply nod my head, then quietly lean over and whisper that she is not
to wipe off when finished, but is to immediately come back out, leaving her
fingers wet with her moisture.  Before allowing her even a second to
respond, I simply kiss her gently on the lips before telling her to hurry
back.  Taking time to wonder how she must be feeling, I'm fighting back my
erection as I watch her walking back to our table.  Reminding her quietly
to sit on her bottom, her face flushes more than ever as she takes her
seat, knowing she is still very wet.  Asking her how she feels, I take her
hands in mine, still looking into her eyes as I begin to trace her moist
fingers over my lips.  Telling her she smells absolutely wonderful I keep
eye contact as I take her fingers, one at a time into my mouth to taste
her. So unexpected, she is again on edge, eyes wide, face as well as her
entire upper body flushed.  I pause now, telling her she must not cum as I
notice her bottom moving gently on the seat.  Asking her if she has ever
tasted herself, she slowly shakes her head no as she mouthes the words,
however no sound comes out.  Leaning closer, I gently kiss her lips, urging
her to taste herself, getting the message, she ever so timidly runs her
tongue along my lips.
   After having a nice walk together around the local park, knowing she was
very moist, we would stop ever so often to give her time to regain a bit of
composure.  About two hours later, walking her back to her car, I ask if
she is going to be alright driving home.  Telling me she will be fine, I
have her promise not to cum tonight, telling her I would like her to edge
two more times while looking at herself in a mirror, and to think about me
seeing the same thing.  Kissing her once more, much deeper this time, we
part for the evening, knowing she will call as soon as she finishes her
second edging tonight.
   Telling each other how wonderful and exciting the evening was, we agree
to meet again next week.  Asking her if she could edge while were on the
phone together, we spend the next thirty minutes with her panting, telling
me she needs to cum, as I talk her through holding off her orgasm.  Before
hanging up for the evening, she makes a promise not to have an orgasm this
week, agreeing to tease and be teased until at least after we meet again.
   Each evening we continued our phone conversations, during the day we
would periodically email one another, checking to see how things were
going. Unlike anyone else either of us had been with before, we seemed to
enjoy our time together without that weirded out smothering feeling one can
sometimes get.  Having found out Mary was not on the pill, she scheduled an
appointment with her family doctor and got her prescription.  This being
only precautionary as we were still not having sexual intercourse, however
we did end up with some heavy petting a when we were together.  Knowing she
was raised in a family that did not agree on premarital sex, we decided to
take it slow in that area.  Having seen many of her friends break up
shortly after having sex for the first time, she was afraid that would
happen to us.  Most evenings when I would take her home, she would be
almost cramping she needed to come so bad, however having made it this far
in our relationship without having an orgasm we had begone talking about
where the next step would lead.
   The very next evening I proposed to Mary, asking her if she would do me
the honor of becoming my wife.  After she finished crying, she said yes,
many thousand times yes, however it was at that point she brought up the
subject of her virginity.  Telling her that I would be honored to have a
virgin on our wedding night, we agreed that she would remain thus.  Along
with remaining virgin, we discussed her having an orgasm, deciding that she
should also refrain from that until after we were married as well.  Almost
in tears, holding my hands, she ask me if I would help her remain orgasm
free until after we had made love at least a couple of times.  Telling me
she wanted our first time to be wonderful for me, and did not want the
pressure of feeling as though she needed to orgasm those first few times.
Asking if she was sure of this, we agreed and set a date for our wedding
three month's out.  Before taking her home that night, I held her as she
edged several times, running my hands around her breasts, but not touching
her vulva in any way.
   As for our relationship, we both desired to take the next step, however
wanting to make things so special neither of us would ever forget the
experience, we decided together I would not see her fully nude, or partake
of her womanhood until after our wedding.  As for her part, she agreed to
allow me to take my fill of her body at any time once we were married,
going so far as making a coupon book with each page signed and stating that
with this coupon I was free to use her body for my pleasure any time day or
night, and furthermore, if this coupon is used she agrees not to have an
orgasm not only that time, but for the next two times we have sex as well.
Already realizing how much I enjoy her denial, she can hardly wait to feel
my flooding her insides while she struggles to hold off her pleasure.
   to be continued...
   Monday morning, waking early, Mary takes a shower shaving her vulva to
remove any stubble before going to her doctor.  After exiting the shower
and preparing for her appointment, just before leaving the house, as per
our agreement she spends the next thirty minutes teasing herself being sure
she is very wet and swollen.  Now, in a heightened state of arousal, she
can still feel how wet she is as she arrives at her doctors office.  After
finally being ushered into the exam room and changing into the paper gown
she was given, Mary waits nervously for her doctor to arrive, knowing she
will easily be able to tell how excited she is.  Somewhat startled Mary is
caught somewhat off guard as the doctor enters the exam room.  After asking
Mary how she is doing today Dr.  Susan begins her normal examination
questions.  Mary now tells her she is getting married soon, and would needs
birth control pills at least for a while.  Then, flushing, Mary tells Dr.
Susan that she is a virgin, and has never had anything inside her body,
that after discussing this with her fiancé she wants his penis to be the
first thing to enter her.  Nodding, a slight smile crossing her face, Dr.
Susan says she understands, then, tells Mary she has a few girls recently
requesting she hold off on their pap test to save their virginity for their
husband.
   After continuing their discussion, the doctor has Mary slide down,
placing her feet in the stirrups just to check her without penetrating her
body, telling her she will keep the examination to an external only for the
time being.  Again, vary flushed, Mary begins to ask the doctor a question,
only to become silent before finishing the question.  Smiling, Dr.  Susan
tells her it is, that she can ask anything she wants, that she will be more
than happy to answer her questions.  At this, Mary first ask her if it is
all that painful the first time?  Smiling knowingly, Dr.  Susan begins to
tell Mary that almost all women with an intact hymen will feel some pain
when they penetration takes place, and that there will be some slight
bleeding, but that both will be over quickly, and that yes, it feels
wonderful to have your man in your body.  Then the Doctor tells her that
for things to be easier on her, she should be very wet before they begin
penetration, and that it would be a good idea for her to lubricate her
husbands penis before they begin, as some women have trouble getting wet,
especially when they are nervous.
   Then, as Dr.  Susan is taking her seat between Mary's legs, she hears
the girl asking another question.  Noticing her patient is freshly shaved,
and very moist, she waits patiently as Mary continues with her next
question.  Mary now begins by asking her doctor if it is ok for her to get
herself close to orgasm without actually achieving orgasm.  After telling
her that it will not cause her any harm, she ask Mary if she has ever
experienced an orgasm.  Answering yes, but...  Dr.  Susan tells Mary it is
ok to discuss anything she wants.  Again Mary is very flushed, but begins
to speak.  Well, you see, I have not had an orgasm in some weeks now, and
we have decided that I should not again until after we are married, It's
not that I don't want to feel it, I love the feeling, it's just that I want
my next orgasm to be with my husband inside my body.  I told him that I
wanted to wait until after he has made love to me a few times before I have
an orgasm, but I ache to cum so bad already.  Just discussing this with her
doctor is getting her worked up, even to the point of unconsciously moving
her pelvis while her feet are still in the stirrups.
   Smiling, Dr.  Susan tells her it will in no way harm her not to have an
orgasm until that time, however she wants her to experience orgasm soon
after as it will be very enjoyable for her.  Curious now, Dr.  Susan Asks
her patient why she wants to wait to have an orgasm until after she has sex
several times.  Mary now feeling the doctor opening her, knowing how wet
she must be, begins to explain how she has been reading a lot about women
that enjoy orgasm denial, and that she in fact met her lover on one of
these very sites.  That in the past she has enjoyed orgasm, but that she
finds it very stimulating to be so turned on for her man, and that aching
for his touch provides much pleasure in itself.  Arching her back as the
doctor pulls back carefully on her clitoral hood, Mary ask her to please be
careful, that as good as it would feel, she wants her husband to be the
next one to give her an orgasm.  Smiling openly now, Dr.  Susan says she
understands, finishes her exam, and tells Mary she looks to be in fine
shape, telling her that after she is married, she wants to see her again as
it is very important to do regular pap tests to be sure she doesn't develop
problems.  Telling Mary she can dress now, and that she says she can pick
up her prescription on the way out, then turning back to her patient, she
tells her congratulations on her wedding plans, and that her fiancé is
indeed a very lucky man to have found someone so special, then tells her to
feel free to call if she has any questions in the future.
   Calling her fiancé, Tom, as soon as she is back in her car, she begins
telling him about her exam, and how exciting and embarrassing it was to
have her doctor checking her over.  Telling Tom that the doctor said she
could not do a complete exam due to the way her hymen restricted her
entrance Mary interjects that she cannot wait until her wedding night. 
After asking Mary if she was moist after her exam, she says she is soaking
wet.  Telling her to meet him for lunch, that he wants her to drive to
their favorite restaurant and sit in her car masturbating until he calls
her to enter.  Doing as she is told, Mary finds a secluded corner of the
parking lot and begins, fighting for more than half an hour to avoid the
orgasm that has been building within her all day.
   After watching her carefully for about ten minutes, Tom calls, telling
Mary to remove her panties, that she is to carefully fold them so the
crotch is on the outside, then she is to wipe as much of her moisture on
them as possible.  She is to keeping them in her hand as she comes into the
restaurant, that she is to walk up to him, then before speaking she should
begin by wiping the wet patch in her panties first across his lips, the
hers, before giving him a kiss.  Still speaking, Tom tells her he wants her
to be used to this, as he wants her to have her lips coated with her
moisture just before she comes out with her vale in place for their
wedding, he wants their very first kiss as husband and wife to include her
wonderful female essence.
   Waiting patiently, he watches as she enters, watching her carefully as
she walks up to him, her face so flushed knowing what is expected.  She is
such a picture of pure beauty, seeing her in this state, so close to
orgasm, so excited, so nervous, so alive, it's just amazing.  Then, as she
approaches, she begins to speak, then remembering what she was told, she
carefully wipes her moisture first on my lips, then her own, before kissing
me.  Her aroma, so intoxicating I become hard instantly, excited by her
scent, her moisture, the fact she was willing to do as I ask, and knowing
she is very aroused.  Standing, I pull her chair out, thanking her for
doing as I ask, telling her to sit and place her panties on the table at my
place as I push her chair gently under her, while reminding her not to sit
on her skirt.  It's amazing, as flushed as she already was, she visible
became even more so as she carefully moved her skirt out of the way before
placing her bottom on the bare seat, sucking in her breath as the vinyl
contacts her now very moist nether region.
   Taking my seat, I leave the panties where they lay as I take her hands,
telling her how wonderful she is, how very proud of her I am.  Watching her
almost panic as our waitress comes over, I continue holding her hands as
both she and the waitress glance repeatedly down at the visibly wet panties
lying before me.  Picking them up only after she leaves, I again touch them
to my lips, before telling you to lean closer and running your moisture
again over your lips.  Only now placing them in my pocket, I ask you to
leave the moisture on your lips until after we begin our meal.  Telling you
that once were married you will become very accustom to not only your own
flavor, but our mixed flavors as I will normally have you take me into your
mouth after we make love.  Now returning to a slightly more normal
conversation we continue talking of how wonderful our married life will be.
   After ordering our meal, I hand you a package, asking you to open it. 
Again flushing as you realize what it is, I tell you to take it out of the
package.  Then, having you hold your now openly displayed butterfly, I hand
you a tube of maxoderm, telling you to go into the bathroom, spend five
minutes masturbating, then coat the entire top of the butterfly with this
and pull it up against yourself before returning to the table.  Telling you
I have the remote to work the butterfly, and that we will be enjoining it
during our dinner.  Then, as you begin to get up, I tell you to please be
sure to coat your lips again before pulling the butterfly into place.
   The look on your face as you come back to our table was priceless,
somehow so beaming, yet innocent, ashamed and excited all at the same time.
Then activating the vibrator in the middle of our food order I fully enjoy
your reaction, the way you squeaked setting up so abruptly.  The waitress
asking if your ok while you try to give your order, and knowing you were
fighting to keep from having an orgasm as I continued with my ordering of
our meal.  Finally, turning it off as the waitress begins to walk away, I
again take your hands asking how close you were.
   Telling me you were on the very edge, praying you could hold out, that
you were so embarrassed yet so very excited.  Repeatedly activating the
unit and turning it off during our meal, I tell you not to remove it until
you are home tonight.  As we finish our meal, I tell you that I do not want
you to clean off your seat we we leave, that you are to leave whatever
moisture is there alone when we leave.  Asking again if you think you can
enjoy live with a man that likes to keep you on the edge of orgasm, you
again say yes, telling me I can do as I wish as long as I am the only one
to ever enter your body.
   Our wedding day arrives:
   The night before our wedding we spent a long time just setting together,
cuddling, and talking about how wonderful it will be tomorrow night as I
take your virginity.  As we set hear, I have you leaning back against me,
working yourself so very close to orgasm.  I still have never seen or
touched your pussy, and am dying to do so, in fact I cannot wait to see how
wonderfully beautiful you are.  However I have regularly tasted you, from
your fingers, and tonight is no exception.  As we set here together, I have
you lean against me as you masturbate, enjoying the way you react, the way
your breasts feel, how hard your nipples are under your clothes.  The way
you moan as I gently roll your nipples, my hands learning as much as
possible about your breasts without yet touching your skin.  I love the way
your body reacts as you approach orgasm, in fact, even now, I have you coat
your lips so I can taste your wonderfully intoxicating female essence.  As
you know by now, I love having you taste yourself as well, the idea that I
can then kiss you deeply and we can together enjoy your flavor always gets
me excited.  As your approaching orgasm tonight, I tell you to open your
legs, to relax, to push yourself just a bit, knowing this is dangerous, but
enjoying the thrill, the knowledge, of how you must ache.  I have you
describe how you feel, how your clitoris feels, what you want.
   Then, as I notice your breathing beginning to change, I take your arms,
pulling them back, holding your wrists, and have you suck your fingers
clean after first allowing me a taste.  I have you in a position so I can
keep your legs open leaving you fully exposed without me being able to see
you.  Telling you I can hardly wait to enjoy your body, I ask you to be
sure to edge for at least half an hour before our wedding.  I remind you to
coat your lips with your womanly dew just before you come out.  Then as a
final request, I present you with a clit clip, one that has rubies dangling
from its ends, the kind that will require you to hold your inner lips
together as you slide it into place.  Telling you I want to be the one to
remove it so you must remember to relieve yourself before putting it on
just before our wedding starts.  The best part is the beads that will
tickle your clit and labia as you walk, and knowing how excited you will be
it should be very interesting seeing endure the extra stimulating during
the ceremony.  As we part company tonight, I tell you not to touch yourself
again until just before our wedding tomorrow.
   Watching you come down the isle, the beautiful radiance emanating from
your face is visible even through the veil.  Standing together as we commit
ourselves as husband and wife, knowing forever more you will be my only
love, that for the remainder of our days we have committed ourselves to one
another's pleasure.  And the words added to your commitment, the way you
stated before everyone that you would always strive to be a faithful and
submissive wife, placing my pleasure before yours.  Knowing inside that
with those words, you committed even your orgasm to my total control for
the remainder of our lives, even giving me permission to use your body for
my pleasure at any time, even when you you may not be in that mood.  Then
finally, your whispered promise that your virginities, all of them are for
me to take, however I see fit.
   Finally, pronounced husband and wife, I kiss you, tasting what I so long
to enjoy, knowing shortly your virginity will be forever gone, together we
walk down the isle, hand and hand, husband and wife.  At the reception,
dancing together, several times you ask me to slow down, telling me your
clitoris is so hard, so excited, your having trouble avoiding orgasm even
now.
   As we leave the reception hall, on the short drive to our hotel I have
you open another small box.  Within is a blindfold as well as wrist and
ankle cuffs.  Telling you to put secure them in place, that once we enter
our room I want you helpless for the remainder of the evening.  Obediently
you do as I've ask, quietly asking that I consider allowing you to remain
free as I take your virginity, telling me you've so long dreamed about
holding me as I enter your body for the very first time, but adding the
choice is fully mine, that you understand I can take you whenever and
however I see fit.
   As we enter our room, I first apply the blindfold, telling you not to
remove it, then I begin to undress you, wanting to see your body for the
first time.  Taking my time I kiss you as I begin undoing your dress. 
Finally lowering your top, I unfasten your bra, removing it from your arms,
I now secure your arms behind your back.  Finally, seeing your breasts,
there beautiful, perfect, standing erect, your nipples wonderfully erect,
with the tightest pink areola I've ever seen.  Taking a few minutes to run
my tongue around her nipples, I enjoy the way she presses herself into my
mouth.  Before continuing, I pick up a suction tube I have hands, loading a
nipple band onto the tube, I place it over her now very moist nipple,
drawing suction, pulling it into the tube.  As Mary begins to speak, I
place my finger to her lips, telling her to remain silent.  Now doing the
same to her other breast I take a few minutes to run my hands around her
beautiful globes, caressing her, telling her how wonderful she looks. 
Standing I begin to kiss her deeply, enjoying her responsiveness, the as
she begins to relax once more, I roll the first of the constricting bands
onto her nipples, enjoying her reaction, the intake of breath, knowing this
will cause a wonderfully enjoyable ache she will be unable to relieve.  Now
taking the constricted nipple into my mouth, I apply suction, swelling it,
making her moan, knowing this will be one of those things that hurts so
good.  While doing this, I slide the band onto her other nipple, then
moving to that breast, I draw as much tension on that nipple as possible,
enjoying the way her breathing changes, the way she reacts to this new
stimulation, the way she's gently pulling at her restraints, unable to use
her hands to relieve the feeling.
   Now I continue undressing my bride, slowly lowering her dress, having
her step out, telling her how beautiful she looks, how wonderfully swollen
her nipples are, how I wish to do this very same thing to her clitoris. 
Her reaction is interesting, her head slowly shaking now, however her
whispered voice repeating as you wish, the quivering asking me to please be
gentle with her.  Standing, drawing her close, kissing her neck, I again
tell her I love her, promising to always be gentle, assuring her I'll
always take care of her.  Stooping again, kissing down her chest, again
enjoying her now very swollen nipples, I continue to kiss my way down to
her her body, finally reaching her vulva, reminding her to stand still, I
kiss my way around her outer labia, teasing her, telling her to open her
legs a bit, I run my tongue ever so gently up through her slit, enjoying
her flavor.
   Gently, I guide her to our bed, lying her back, adjusting her position
so I can secure her legs, open, looping straps around her knees, leaving
her totally open, exposed, so very helpless.  Now, seeing her female glory
for the very first time, how wonderfully untouched she is, opening her
labia, I get my first glimpse of her virginity.  It's hard to describe, her
breathing, her fear of the unknown, her desire, how beautiful she looks,
lying here, helpless, having given herself totally to me, the trust, what a
picture of loveliness.  Taking time to look at her, to learn her scent, her
flavor, wanting to forever burn this picture into my minds eye.  Gently,
ever so carefully, I begin kissing her pussy, deeply, passionately,
building her need, her desire, enjoying the way her clitoris is swelling,
peaking out from it's protective cover.
   Reaching beneath her, I unhook her wrist, asking her to place her hands
above her head, I begin to rise, standing, then carefully, touching her, my
cock, grazing her pussy, I guide my rigid shaft gently, carefully through
her labia, coating the head, making her moan, knowing she's dying to see.
Continuing this way, she has never seen my cock, has never touched it
before, has no idea of it's size, shape.  Releasing her legs, I ask her to
move to the center of our bed, telling her to remain as open as possible, I
ask her to lift her hips, placing a special pillow beneath her, tilting her
hips, angling her for deeper penetration.  Telling her to leave the
blindfold for now, I know she's dying to see, to know, how I look, all of
me.
   Asking if she's ready, she says yes, begging me to allow her to see my
face.  Telling her to remain as she is, that I want us to always remember
this moment, I tell her, be patient, I want to take a picture of you first,
lying here, an exposed virgin.  Not giving her time to answer, I begin
snapping several pictures of my beautiful wife, knowing she's scared,
excited, ready, and wanting more.  I now have her reach down, opening
herself, telling her I want us to have a picture of her, intact, before
she's taken.  After the pictures, I again her her place her hands far above
her head, Again I begin enjoying her orally, taking time to instruct her,
requiring her to leave her hands above her head, moving them only when she
can no longer endure, when her orgasm is imminent, telling her she may then
touch my head, but not to push, to just run her fingers through my hair,
that when she thinks she can no longer hold back, she is to control her
breathing, relax her muscles, and allow herself to be even more open, that
I will decide when she is beyond control.
   Her moaning, her actions, the way her body moves, it's beyond
description, the most beautiful sight in the world.  For anyone that has
ever been there, seeing a woman, at the edge of orgasm, being enjoyed
orally, while she's forbidden orgasm, it's such an amazingly beautiful
sight.  Her body is unable to remain still, her pussy is lubricating,
sensitive, swollen, a perfect flower, peddles open, in full bloom, so
amazing, so delicate.  Almost crying now, her hands rubbing my hair, she's
aching, she needs to cum, yet I push her further, enjoying her plight,
knowing she will wait, will suffer this sweet pleasure for at least another
day.  Finally, I slow, back away, my cock dripping clear ooze, I take time
to coat myself, an edible lubricant, wanting to be sure she's unharmed by
my entry.  Positioning myself, I ask if she's ready, nodding yes, I remove
her blindfold, positioned already so she cannot see my shaft, her hands
caressing my face, her words of love, her legs open, her body receptive, I
push forward.
   Having already ask me ahead of time to take her swiftly, to enter her
deep, fully in one thrust, to make sure she remembers her deflowering, I do
as she requested.  After contacting her hymen, I ask if she's ready, toying
with her, enjoying her apprehensiveness, telling her to count to three,
taking a slow deep breath in and out between counting.  "One, breath in,
breath out...", her eyes fly open, as she exhales on this first breath, I
push in, embedding my shaft deep withing her body, not stopping, not
slowing, but fully impaling her, ripping away her hymen, tearing into my
wife, forever removing her virginity.
   Holding still, I ask if she's alright, knowing it hurt, knowing she was
surprised, knowing this is how she wanted to be taken.  After a few
minutes, after kissing her, telling her how wonderful she feels, I begin to
slowly move.  It may be wrong, however I must admit I enjoyed the way she
hurt slightly as I moved, the way her body, never before touched in this
way, accepted me, welcomed me, caressed me.  Kissing her, looking deep into
her eyes, I tell her finally, we are one, our flesh, molded together, her
body allowing me entry, I kiss her again, then, adjusting myself, I begin
to move, to set a rhythm.  Wanting her to feel as much pleasure as
possible, I adjust my strokes, dragging my shaft up, across her clitoris as
I withdraw, then, readjusting to press into the upper portion of her vagina
just inside pubic bone, I press back in, the head of my shaft riding along
the top of her vagina as I go deeper.  After just a few minutes, she's
panting, visibly flushed, telling me she's having trouble holding off her
orgasm.
   Smiling, wanting her to need this orgasm, I ask her to again allow
herself to open, remind her to relax, to giver herself totally over, to
breathe slow, deep, and once again telling her she must not clench.  We
continue for a few more minutes, my only concession, I stop dragging myself
across her now very sensitive clitoris, however I don't try to avoid it. 
Ready to explode, I tell her to prepare herself, pressing deep, making sure
I'm as far in as possible, I release my load, flooding her, filling her for
the very first time with semen.  Remaining still until my orgasm is
complete, I then slowly withdraw, telling her to remain still, I crawl up
beside my wife, one that was but a maiden a few short minutes ago, now a
woman, the woman of my dreams.
   Kissing her, deeply, passionately, we again speak of our love for one
another, reaching down, I tell her to allow her legs to open, that I want
her to remain on edge fore the evening.  Touching her gently, I begin
learning the way her body feels from the outside.  Her clitoris so hard, so
sensitive, I need to be very slow, very gentle, not to set her off. 
Watching her breathing, her eyes, enjoying the way she arches as I tease
her, stopping only when she seems to be loosing control.  Then, giving her
a minute to relax, I turn my attention back to her breasts, telling her
it's time to remove the restricting bands.  Reaching down, I find the
threads I'd previously tied to the constricting rings placed on her now
very swollen nipples.  Taking time to ever so gently moisten the now aching
tips of her breasts, I prepare to remove the rings.  Kissing her deep, I
have her once again place her hands above her head, telling her to keep
them there, then, as my mouth fully engulfs hers, I quickly pull the bands
off, swallowing the scream the flows from her mouth.  Reaching up, I hold
her now quivering hands, knowing she desperately wants to reach down to
hold her breasts, forbidding this, I hold her still.
   So now you know how our life began, how my wonderfully beautiful wife
lost her virginity on our wedding night.  It would be another several days
and a few more sessions of her desperately needing to cum while being
filled with my pleasure before she would be allowed orgasm.
   Please, let me know what you think.  If you ladies had the choice, would
you have wanted to experience this?
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