Author: Lance DeLonge
Title: Wedding Dress Blues
Summary: Part of the Stacie & Cole series.  Coles gives his new bride a wedding night surprise.
Keywords: FM+, int

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   This is an original work by Lance DeLonge and cannot be copied or
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email, and website address.  Darkwaters: The Erotic Fiction of Lance
DeLonge -this story and more, plus poems, pics, and links to tons of free
erotica.  Note: this story takes place in a fantasy world where vaccines
against AIDS and pregnancy are safe and common, and casual sex with
strangers is not suicidally stupid.  The real world, sadly, is not like
this: so don't try this at home, kids.

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Wedding Dress Blues

9/13/2008

The ceremony had been beautiful, perhaps the most beautiful Mrs. Carol Oberwise had 
ever seen.  With the entire wedding party in their perfect sharp tuxedos and their lace and 
silken gowns.  The evening had turned out perfectly, warm and tranquil despite the light 
shower early that morning, nearly cloudless sky with a slight breeze coming in off the 
water as the afternoon started its slow change into evening, the air ripe with the delicate 
scent of jasmine.  The sky was a brilliant blue with the first stirrings of twinkling lights 
breaking the deep purity.  The crickets began their serenade in the cooling evening air, a 
miraculous sound of natural wonder on the sandy beach as it mixed with the waves 
rolling gently against the sand.   The only thing that looked out of place was that no one 
was wearing shoes.  And as her oldest daughter walked down the sandy isle she couldnt 
help but start to cry she was so proud.  
      Stacie had dreamed of such a wedding with only a few close friends and family 
on their little beach on the Louisiana coast.  She made the perfect bride, her dark features 
a perfect contrast to her ivory dress, a masterpiece of lace and satin that must have cost 
her father quite a bit.  The bottom of her long gown brushed the soft sun warmed sand as 
she walked down from the little beach house to the small party gathered on the beach, 
arm in arm with her dad and beaming as warmly as the setting sun.  Her toes slipped into 
the cool sand with each step, tiny grains sticking to her bare skin.  I stood waiting for her, 
my groomsmen beside me and her bridesmaids across from me.  The night before we had 
all shared an evening of unbridled lust but now nothing could seem more pure.  Lindsey 
smiled sweetly at her little sister walking down the aisle, happiness glistening in her eyes.  
      I stood in awe as her father put her hand in mine and smiled at the two of us, 
proud of his baby girl.  Stacie turned to me, her depthless dark eyes meeting mine and 
smiling broadly.  Stacie had chosen a family friend, Judge Alice Mills to marry us since 
neither she nor I were very religious.  I had met Judge Mills a couple of times at parties 
Stacies parents had taken us to but never imagined I would be standing before her like 
this.  Her black robes of office were a far cry from the tiny lace negligee that I had last 
seen her in.  But then there had been many people I had met under similar circumstances 
since meeting Stacie and her family.  
      Judge Mills began the ceremony and I could barely hear what she was saying.  
My thoughts kept drifting to the events I had planned for that night.  I managed to say my 
lines in all the right places by little more than dumb luck and as we kissed our first kiss as 
husband and wife I knew I was the luckiest man in New Orleans.  The next couple of 
hours were a blur as we were rushed off to a small reception at her parents house in the 
Garden District.  Again I was amazed at all of the old beautiful houses that made up the 
historic area.  
      The reception was beautiful, the large antique house filled with all of our friends 
and family, a strictly vanilla event which seemed rare for Michael and Carol Oberwise 
although I had an idea that the after party would loosen up a bit, an idea confirmed by 
who the late stayers were later that night..  After hours of dancing and drinking and 
toasting the guests finally started to disperse and before we knew it we were nearly alone.  
Mike finally managed to push us into the limo he had arranged and we were off to our 
awaiting hotel room.  With all the planning and arrangements that went into the event, 
this was really the first time my new wife and had been alone in days.  
      You look amazing, I managed as she laid her head against me, pushing her 
lacey veil to the side,  your dress is incredible.
      Thank you she smiled shyly, her voice sounded completely exhausted after all 
the weeks activities.  
      I hope youre not too worn our for a little wedding night fun?  I jested, knowing 
full well the answer.  
      Oh darling, she began, slipping into her graceful southern drawl,   I do not 
know of what you refer, I am but a gentle and virtuous lady.  Her lace gloved hand slid 
up the inside of my leg and she pressed her fingers against my growing erection.  Our lips 
met softly, slowly greeting each others until the heat began to rise, that familiar and 
intoxicating arousal that Stacie seemed to instill in me with even the gentlest of touches.  
      When the limo finally stopped in the heart of the French Quarter, Stacie smoothed 
out her ivory gown as we stepped on to the cobblestone street in front of the hotel.  
Thanking the driver, we hurried through the lobby to our awaiting room.  I was glad I had 
checked us in earlier that day.  The burning hunger that had begun to grow on the ride 
there was best quenched sooner rather than later.   
      We hurried up to our suite, the elevator rising far too slowly for either of our 
likings.  We rushed down the hall when the doors finally opened to the very last door.  It 
felt as if the entire hotel were conspiring against us.  I lifted her up and carried her across 
the threshold as she pushed the door closed behind us and headed straight for the 
bedroom.  
      Youre going to have to help me take off the dress, she muttered between 
kisses, kicking her shoes off as she sat down on the elegant comforter.  
      Maybe later.  Right now I want you in it.  Stacie smiled wickedly at me as she 
helped me to strip off my tuxedo, throwing the jacket and shirt on the floor in a rush of 
raw lust, yanking my pants free and bowing her head onto my awaiting staff.  Her veil 
hung down from her braided hair as she engulfed me, heat and friction surrounding my 
throbbing shaft as her strong lips slipped up and down, her playful tongue caressing the 
edge of my cock.  I had been thinking about this all day and was nearly on the verge of 
explosion as it was.  I gently pulled her from her passion, kissing her deeply as I laid her 
out on the embroidered blanket.  Pushing her satiny dress to her hips, I quickly pulled her 
matching French cut panties down her ivory thigh high nylons and tossed them to the 
floor.  I delved into her depths, her bald sex lifting to meet me as my new wife cried out.  
I loved the sound of Stacies moans, her voice so open and vulnerable as the taste of her 
engulfed my tongue and senses.  My tongue danced around her sensitive bud, rubbing it 
with alternating short and long sensuous strokes.  She must have been imagining it all day 
too because she came after only a few short minutes, her skin flushing red, much more 
noticeable than usual against the ivory fabric.  I smiled as I teased her, kissing her 
sensitive flesh as the final tingling sensations of orgasm dissipated.  I climbed on top of 
her, her fingers adeptly guiding my eager cock into her.  Now, face to face and alone we 
made love slowly, kissing and caressing as the pleasure mounted unhurriedly within, a 
gradual climb onto a mountain of fiery bliss.  We climaxed at the same time, our bodies 
shuddering with the exquisite pleasure that consummated our marriage for the first time, 
the first of many to come.
      Stacies breathing was heavy as she basked in the after glow, a look of blissful 
contentment adorning her flushed face.  I stared at her for a moment, our eyes meeting as 
my hand rand down her side, admiring the woman I would spend the rest of my life with.  
Pearly beads were embroidered on her wedding gown in almost knot work patterns, 
graceful designs that wound around themselves across the soft flawless material. 
      Ive gotten you a surprise, I said as I slid down next to her on the bed, a 
wedding gift for my bride.
      Youve never really managed to surprise me before, she chided playfully.  She 
was right though, ever since we met she had been the one surprising me time after time.  
But this time I had figured out something she would never expect, a gift she would 
cherish.  
      I sat up and walked over to the door.  Two young black men sat in our little living 
room area anxiously awaiting my signal.  I waved them over and turned around to face 
my new wife.  I slid open a drawer in the dresser near the door and took out a hand held 
video recorder, flicked it open and quickly pushed the record button.  The little red dot 
blinked on and I aimed it at Stacie, her stunning gown filling the small LCD screen.  I 
didnt want her to forget one moment of this.  
      One thing I did want this to be was a night you would remember  and thats a 
little hard considering the extent of some of the things weve done.  I chuckled as the 
two men filed into the room.  Stacies face lit up, the exhaustion disappearing completely 
from her face, her dark eyes bright with the promise of the next few hours.  
      Well, you have certainly gotten my attention, she smiled, sitting up and 
smoothing out her silky dress over her legs.  The two men moved to either side of her, 
eyeing their newly wed treat.  
      I dont know their names and were going to keep it that way, a little kinkier I 
think.  I had your sister help track down the two guys with the best bodies and biggest 
dicks in the city.  I continued as she began to feel the men through their pants, their large 
cocks already making their pants bulge noticeably.  Im sure she must have had to 
audition dozens.
      Stacie smiled, undoubtedly thinking the same thing.  Well, she did very well.
      I have only one more caveat, I interjected as Stacie began to pull the first mans 
pants off, sliding his zipper down and licking her lips at the impending release.  
      She eyed me suspiciously, one eyebrow raised.  Oh, and whats that?
      Your dress has to stay on.  I smiled as her eyes widened.  
      You know my mom has been obsessive about this dress.  If anything ever 
happened to it . . .
      Thinking back to the night that I ask her father for permission to marry his 
beautiful daughter, I could only smile.  Babe, Im sure she will understand.  
      The first man had the rest of his clothes off by now and the other one was well on 
his way, stripping down and presenting his long wide cock to my wife.  She gripped one 
with each hand, lowering her mouth to the first as the man placed his hand on the back of 
her head, pushing his long shaft deep into her mouth.  Stacie took it all in gratefully, her 
eyes looking up at her new nameless lover as her mouth went to work on his tool.  The 
other one began to fondle her breasts through her dress and lifted up the hem of her dress, 
palming her welcoming ass lustfully.  
      I watched for what must have been the fiftieth time as Stacie began to suck 
another mans dick, it stilled stirred my blood to watch it unfold.  She switched to the 
second man, devouring his fat rod with graceful skill.  Their dark skin was a stark 
contrast to her light tanned skin.  Her full pink lips slipped around their black skin easily, 
her slick saliva lubricating each shaft for her strong hand to pump as she switched from 
one cock to the other, her ivory lace veil partially concealing her face as it hung down 
from behind her ears.  The ivory and pearl beads woven into her up braided hair gave her 
a look of sophistication and grace, but as she slurped at the two huge pricks of her black 
cocksmen, her soft lace glove covered fingers sliding the length of each back and forth 
revealed her true nature, a sexual predator in the guise of a virtuous angel.  
      Stacie would comment later on how good looking the men were, and I guess I had 
to agree.  The first man was a bit taller than me, his head shaven smooth but his features 
strong and handsome.  He had a chiseled chest and certainly thought much of himself.  
He had a panther tattoo on his shoulder blade that stretched down half the length of his 
back, the big cat crouching ready to pounce.  His legs were well muscled too, his thighs 
and calves flexing as he pushed his cock deeper into Stacies mouth.  The second man 
had a similar build but a bit shorter than his partner, his hair cut short and with a fu man 
chu of black bristly hair.
      The first man pushed my wife carefully down onto the bed and knelt beside her, 
her legs hanging off the side of the bed.  He thrust his cock back into her mouth as soon 
as she let him while the second knelt between her legs and pushed her dress up to her 
waist, pressing his mouth to her sex as he slipped a large finger into her slick depths.  
Stacie cooed with delight, her head bobbing against the first mans prick as he ran his 
dark black fingers across her flushed cheek.  Stacie strained to open her legs wider, 
willing to do anything to help out the second man.  Her strong hips thrust against his 
tongue longingly, the strong muscle flicking across her engorged arousal bud gently but 
firmly, hunting for her moans and pleasure.  Her free hand pressed his head between her 
spread legs, desperate not to let that skilled mouth go.  After a few arduous moments 
Stacie finally came, her body tensing as her muscles convulsed in sweet delicious 
orgasm.  The second man quickly stood up and eased his cock into her while Stacie lifted 
her stocking clad legs into the air, allowing him to slide smoothly inside her and began to 
thrust against her.  
	Her mouth continued to worked the first mans tool, alternately sucking his large 
head and his balls, licking the sensitive organs as her hand slid slowly over his elongated 
shaft.  I watched through the small glowing screen, envious of the two men and working 
the camera angles to make sure that I recorded every detail.  Stacie was in bliss as the two 
men assailed her, their strong bodies taking their pleasure from the new bride still in her 
wedding dress.  Enthralled in her favorite situation Stacie soon climaxed again followed 
closely by the second man, his cock empting its great load in Stacies hungry womb as he 
groaned profanities at her.  She loved every moment of it, the debauchery nearly driving 
her to another climax.  The second man rested inside Stacies tight slit for a moment 
before pulling roughly out, the quick movement pulling some his seed out as well which 
proceeded to run down between her round ass cheeks and pool on her pristine dress.  
	Stacie rolled over and climbed up on the bed, resting on her hands and knees, 
offering her well seeded cunt to the first man who quickly took his place.  He slid his 
cock into her, groaning as his heavy prick stretched the walls of her tight slit.  He 
muttered something about how tight and wet she was but she was already busy cleaning 
the second mans dark manhood, her mouth working the long member, cleaning off any 
traces of his come like sweet nectar.  The first man began to thrust into her harder, her 
body working between the two in perfect rhythm, a beautiful and sensuous dance of three 
bodies in euphoric bliss.  
	The second man was hard again in minutes, Stacies hungry mouth devouring his 
prick, her strong red tongue caressing his helmet, its finely attuned tip tracing the 
sensitive rim teasingly.  The second man was in heaven as she gripped his fat cock with 
her free hand and began jacking him off in time to her bobbing head, her wet mouth 
lubricating his stiff shaft as her fingers deftly sent ripples of exquisite pleasure coursing 
throughout his body.  
      The first man slowly stroked into her hot pussy, trying desperately to control his 
own orgasm as he watched intently as the beautiful white bitch pleasured his friend as her 
husband video taped it all.  Stacie groaned each time he sunk into her, stretching her well 
used cunt as she pushed back against him, eager to take his full length.  He palmed her 
round white ass, Stacies tight asshole staring up at him hungrily.  He reached between 
their bodies, fingering around her heated sex and whetting his thick black fingers with her 
wetness that now flowed freely from her, streaming down her legs and covering his balls 
as he continued to fuck her with painful slowness.  Making sure that I was taping it, he 
positioned his middle finger at the tight opening of her ass and pushed in until his entire 
finger was submerged.  She crooned, gasping aloud as the man began to finger fuck her.  
Her hole clenched tightly at his invading finger in an effort to heighten the perverse 
pleasure that she relentlessly sought.  Within moments her body trembled as yet another 
orgasm wracked her gyrating body, her sex erupting in irresistible pleasure that spread 
like lighting throughout her, making her toes and fingertips tingle with unimaginable 
ecstasy.  
      The first man could no longer hold back and drilled cruelly into her welcoming 
slit, pounding against my wifes hips with audible power.  She groaned with the intensity 
of his thrusts, her mouth struggling to continue sucking on the second mans cock as she 
lost more and more control of herself.  The first man cried out with low, deep moans as 
his cock erupted deep into her, rockets of come filling her with his pleasure and sweet 
nectar.  
      Stacie came again with the feeling of his sperm filling her up, her cries of passion 
loud and guttural, her body shaking with the domineering pounding the man was giving 
her.  For a few moments the two sat gasping on the bed, Stacie caressing the second 
mans cock breathlessly as she waited to recover.  When the first man finally pulled out 
of her, thick white come streamed from her opening, spilling down her legs and covering 
the inside of her dress.  She tried to get up, obviously needing to clean herself but her 
knees trembled and she quickly sat back down on the bed.  
      I smiled and passed the camera to the first man as I climbed on the bed, kissing 
my new wife.  She smelled of sex, the unmistakable scent of an aroused woman that 
filled the room, sweet and delicious.  I laid down behind her and pulled her hips on top of 
my face.  I dove into her sodden apex, sucking the sweet taste of her arousal from her 
delicate lips.  Gently I caressed her sex, my tongue sliding along her mouth, 
overwhelmed by the taste of her mixed with her lovers.  It was such a heady flavor, tart 
and sweet, heavy and musky, black and white.  Her mouth swallowed my cock as she 
rocked back against my mouth, the familiar heat and wetness engulfing my  engorged 
shaft with utter pleasure.  She waited until she was sure I had cleaned every drop of her 
lovers seed from her before pulling her pussy from my mouth and straddling my hips 
with hers.  She slowly sunk down onto my erect prick, the feel of her hot wet cunt 
swallowing me again was irresistible.  She looked down at me from her sitting position as 
our hips met, her hair that had taken hours to create this morning was a complete mess, 
thick dark strands hung down her flushed face.  She had attempted to push them back up 
under her veil but they had found their way out again.  At least one of her dress straps had 
broken and her sweet pale breasts hung out freely, the top of her dress now pushed down 
around her waist now as the second man groped her exposed breast, pulling her mouth 
roughly to his as I reveled in the feeling of her hungry pussy once again.  I could see the 
mans tongue as it slid into Stacies welcoming mouth, her tongue reciprocating as her 
hand caressed his face.  Her hips remained still, holding me in place as I tried to thrust 
deeper into her.  The man released Stacie and began suckling one of her stiff brown 
nipples, leaving her gasping for air as she rolled her head back, her eyes closing softly in 
utter euphoria.  After a moment she remembered the dick she now controlled and leaned 
forward, laying on top of me, her beautiful face only inches from mine.  My hips finally 
released, I began slowly slipping into her, her hungry sex inviting as the soft delicate lips 
clung tightly to my invading shaft.  
      The first man moved forward and pressed his semi-erect cock to her lips and she 
eagerly accepted it, savoring the mix of his seed and her cunt that still coated it.  The 
second man quickly took advantage of Stacies position and moved behind her.  He 
rubbed some of her arousal onto her clenched asshole and penetrated it with two thick 
fingers, pulling at its edges gently.  Stacies body moved against his fingers, preparing for 
his impending penetration.  Her eyes smiled as she continued to swallow the first mans 
now hard member, happily anxious to feel so full again.  After a few moments of finger 
fucking, the second man began to ease his huge member into Stacies tight ass, his large 
hands gripping her hips powerfully as he pulled them back against his invading cock.  
      I could see that the first man was continuing to tape the scene, panning slowly 
from his where his friend was now ass fucking my new bride down to where she eagerly 
sucked on his long thick cock only inches from my face.  I couldnt wait to see the tape 
later, I could only imagine that it would provide a lot of exciting nights in the future.  
      Stacie rocked back and forth atop of me, my cock slipping easily into her as she 
thrust back against it, the second mans prick sinking into her protruding ass at the same 
time then she engulfed the first mans cock as she bounced forward again.  Her hand 
worked up and down his shaft in rhythm to her mouth as it slid in and out in erotically 
beautiful cadence, gripping the thick prick possessively.  The man groaned as he watched 
her, their eyes locked in shameless lust.
      I could feel the second mans cock press against mine through the walls of 
Stacies cunt, imposing and insistent.  Stacies body trembled as if she was in a constant 
state of climax, her beautiful mouth whimpering in sheer lustful bliss as it continued to 
suck the cock that was thrust into it until the cock finally erupted inside, filling her mouth 
with thick delicious come she so wanted.  Stacie made every attempt to swallow every 
volley of semen that the long black prick shot into her but sperm soon trickled down her 
chin as her efforts were quickly overwhelmed, the first man cruelly thrusting deeper and 
deeper into her throat.  She only allowed him to pull his spent cock from her mouth after 
she had sucked every last drop from its great length, making certain that she was not 
leaving a bit of the tart liquid.  She then turned her attention to the two dicks still inside 
of her.  As she stared into my eyes, I could tell that she was completely lost in lust, her 
body rolling instinctually with our thrusts.  She was able to make little more than 
whimpers now as she concentrated on rolled her hips against our cocks.  She pressed her 
lips to my mouths, soft and wet she kissed me deeply until I became lost in her as well.  
Our tongues twined against each other in slow sensual combat as our bodies seemed to 
become one.  We made love then as the other man pounded into her, his groans of 
orgasm almost forgotten as Stacies hips slowly engulfed my cock.  After he had finished, 
the second man pulled out roughly and I could feel his seed spill out and pour down 
between Stacies legs and mine.  But more than at any other time we were one, joined in 
love,  and after many long minutes of intense sensual love we came together, each of our 
bodies feeding the other ones please as the sweetest and most fulfilling climax either of 
us had ever known flowed through us, washing us in euphoric bliss.
      We lay kissing for another hour after the two men had finally left, leaving the 
video camera on the night stand still recording.  We slept better that than any I can 
remember, cradled in each others arms and secure in each others love.  The next day 
wed be on a plane for the Caribbean, ready for our next great adventure together.  
