    The wedding was a blast with great food, incredible music, and all of our friends around us.  We returned to our hotel room to find some interesting and hilarious decorations; a blow-up doll in the bed with a necklace of condoms, a life-size picture of Nancy Regan with a note, "Just say no - Meghan, this means you!!!" and a bowl of penis and breast candies.  On the pillows on either side of blow-up Betsie were a vibrator & auto-jack.
    We laughed first in embarrassment, then in true fun at the excess our friends went to.  First I put Nancy in the closet with Betsy.  The toys went onto the dresser.
    Then, like most newly-weds, we got undressed.
    Men and women can undress at relatively the same speed.  Unless, that is, she's got over 40 bobby pins in her hair, been sewn into a dress that fit beautifully 'till she couldn’t eat due to nerves, and has over three pounds of makeup on her face.
    We took our time and I loved watching the fashion model that I walked down the isle with only a few hours before become the wife that I'd given my heart to.  What shocked me the most was how removing the make-up made her so much more beautiful!  
    Finally naked together for the first time in a week (anyone who does most of the work for their own wedding doesn't have energy for dates that last week, if not longer) we settled in the honeymoon suite's hot tub to relax.  The bubbles and hot water were relaxing, easing the stresses of the day, but it was the feeling of my wife's leg against mine that was best.
    We kept touching each other under the water and giggling at the bubbles.  I couldn't help myself when it came to her breasts, floating in front of me, the skin slippery and smooth in the bath.  After a bit my fingers dropped along her stomach to tease her clit.  She grasped my rod and would stroke it now and then, but as she was getting really turned on she'd forget about it and just hold on to the under-water edge of the seat as she spread her legs for me.  I closed in to kiss her, her tits soft against my chest as they floated in the water, and her sweet mouth opened to me.  I thrust my fingers into her as my tongue returned to her mouth and she squealed; a sweet, high pitched note of surprise and excitement.  After a few minutes though, the water washed away her natural lubrication and she pushed my hand away.
"Enough of the preliminaries," she said, "let's move on to the main event!"
    We dried each other off.  If I spent a little extra time drying her breasts or crotch... sue me.  I'm a red-blooded male!  And about to taste what I've wanted since I first laid eyes on her.  Ok, it's not our first time, not by a long shot, but now she's wearing my ring, and that DOES make a difference.
   She jumped on the bed then turned around to face me.  Suddenly strangely serious, she extends her hand to me.  I take it and climb into her arms.  Her skin is soft against mine as I kiss her, hugging her from lips to toes as our bodies intertwine.  Her hands slide up my back as one of mine touches her cheek and the other strokes her side, moving up to caress her full breast.
    My kisses become nibbles, playfully tasting her chin and nibbling a line over to her ear.  She moans as I progress to her neck, a very sensitive spot, then down to the equally sensitive split between her breasts.
    I skate my body downwards, licking at her bellybutton as I massage her breasts with my hands.  Playing with the tickly spot while manipulating her sensitive nipples has a wild effect; she bucks and moans as a small orgasm catches us both by surprise.
    Still playing with her breasts, I lower my head between her legs, sucking on one of her labia, then the other, back and forth, but avoiding the sensitive clit where it hides so close to my nose.  Her scent is strong as her juices become more abundant.  I lick the pink crevice from bottom to top and she catches her breath.
    I tease her a bit more, pulling on the trimmed pubic hair before lapping at her clit, then tugging again elsewhere.  Her moans of excited frustration are the most beautiful poetry ever written.  Unable to restrain myself any further I dive in to the moistened flesh and latch onto her clit.  She screams and writhes on the bed.  My tongue goes into overdrive as her legs vibrate, then kick and dance on the bed as her face blushes rosy red with a world shaking orgasm.
    "Oh.  Oh.  No more!"  She tries to push me from my place between her legs, but her half hearted attempt doesn't dislodge me.  I kiss her thighs and her closed pussy lips as she recovers.
When her breathing has slowed, I began again, teasing, licking her clit quickly, then blowing on her with cool breath.  I was going to bring her to a second orgasm, but she stopped me, pulling me up on top of her.
    We kissed deeply, though she wrinkled her cute little nose at her scent on my lips.
    "Condom?" she asked.
    "The guys strung them around our pneumatic maid."
    "You want to get one?"
    "What would be the point?  There's a string through the middle of 'em.  Not much good now."
    "Well, you could pull out..."
    She is a smart woman.  She knew there was still a good chance she'd get pregnant.
    "We want to start a family.  Should I pull out?"
    "I don't know..."
    The idea of impregnating her on our wedding night excited me.  I let my hard-on touch her wet lips.
    "Would you pull out if I asked?"
    "Honey, you know I will.  But you haven't said to yet."  I nudged her vagina again, this time letting the helmet peek into her opening.
    It seemed to make up her mind for her.  She pulled my butt, and in one slow, languid motion I sank into her hot channel.  This was a new sensation for me, as we have always used condoms.  Silently I sent a blessing to whoever decided to puncture my protection.
    This is not, however, the first time that we've made love.  She goes crazy when I play with the rhythm of our love-making.  Short, fast strokes.  Long slow strokes.  Set a rhythm 'till she pants, then change it.  Plunge in tightly and hold it, or pull back until only the pointed tip of my dick nestles between her outer petals.
    She grabs my ass and pus me inside again.  "Remember, if I tell you to pull out, you've got to do it right away."
    I grunt as she squeezes me in her strong, hot vagina, and thrust in hard, making her bounce as I thrust quickly and savagely.  She groans as I reach down to suck her nipple, her hips rutting up into me.
    "Do you like riding me bareback, cowboy?  Do you like the idea of filling me with your sperm, and getting me pregnant?"  I have to stop moving.  The picture of my wife, pregnant, is an incredible turn on.
    "Are you close?  Are your little wigglers ready to fill me up?"  
    I nodded, letting go of her nipple, watching her breast slip around in time to my thrusts.  I looked deeply in her beautiful blue eyes, then asked, "Are you ready to be a mother?  Are you ready for me to do it?  Do you want my cum?"
    She bit her lip.  "I'm not sure," she says.  
    I pull out, and with one hand I rub the tip of my penis in tight circles around her clit.
    "Oh!  Unh.. Oh wow!"  She gasps as I massage the sensitive spot.  It lets me calm down a bit, but as she begins to blush with excitement again, I look down into her beautiful face.  I realize that I've decided.  I want to make her pregnant, to see her belly full of my child, to play with breasts that are full of milk.  I want to cum in her.  I thrust in deeply and begin to swirl my hips around to grind myself into her clit.
    That becomes my pattern; out, long thrust in, grind.  She moans with each stroke and I feel the urgency begin to return.  
    She wraps her legs around me and holds me in her deeply.  "Are you ready to cum yet?"
    "Not quite yet, I can last a bit longer, but after this much time I'm going to cum like a fire-hose.  You know I'm leaking pre-cum, right?"
    She bit her lip.  "I know.  I could even be preggers already.  But I don't think so.  Anyway I want to try on top.  Then I can make the choice at the last second if I want."
    We roll around and I try to stay in her, but I'm not as athletic as I thought I was.  There's lots of groaning and twisting and we end up laughing at our contortions.  My cock falls out into the cool air, and the moment of separation lets my orgasm retreat just a bit.
    She kneels on either side of me and slips my hardness back into her tight softness.  "Tell me when you're just about ready," she says.  I reach up and grasp her soft breasts, with her pointed nipples pushing into the palms of my hands.
    She swirls her hips in a dance, throwing her cascades of black hair over her shoulders.  I stroke her sides as she gyrates above me, thrusting when I get the chance.  My hands return to her breasts, teasing her nipples, or using them to lift her tits upwards.  She clutches my hands to her tightly, squealing with delight as she begins to raise herself, then drop back down onto my cock.
When she lets go I stroke her stomach and legs, sliding my thumb to her sensitive juncture.  She leans back and gasps as I rub her clit in circles, though she doesn't slow the rhythm as she plunges up and down.
    She squeaks and throws herself forward.  I grasp her beautiful ass in my hands as we pound at each other.  From this position the motion is really shared.
    Her breath is ragged, as is mine.  "I'm getting close.  Have you made up your mind?"
    She shakes her head, whipping me with her sweet scented, silky hair.  I pull her down along my chest, squishing her breasts into me and I kiss her deeply.  We both shudder at the overwhelming sensations.  She pushes herself back up to hands and knees.  Her hair makes a tent about us; it feels like there is nothing else in the world but us, no feelings but where we touch.  I slide up into her and she moans, a deep sound that travels up from her toes.  Her vaginal walls tremble against me and I can feel the churning in my balls.
    "I'm really close now.  Do you want to be pregnant?  Should I fill you with my sperm?"
    "I..." she pauses as I slowly slip back up and down, "Ungh... I... ohunhh I don't know."
    "If you want to stop, you'd better get off of me quickly."
    Trembling as her own orgasm sent its tendrils through her mind, her silky vaginal walls gripping my hyper-sensitive dick.  She raised herself slightly then, and held her body with just the tip of my dick in her, her knees shaking by my sides, flint hard nipples scraping at my chest as she looked into my eyes like a deer in the headlights.  Her eyes took on a softness that I will never forget as she held me there.  It felt like the moment would last forever. 
    I thrust up into her quickly.  "Ungh," she moaned.
    Again.  "Ooaaahh."
    Again.  "Aiyayayaaaahhh!"  Her dam burst as she came hard.  She fell onto me, her insides pulling at my cock, and I finally lost control.  
    "Yeeesssssss!" I cried out.  "Ungh, ungh, ungh!"  Fiery blasts of life-making sperm rocketed into her hungry vagina as her contractions sucked at my cock, pulling the hot liquid high into her womb, giving the little wiggly soldiers all of the time they needed to assault her egg.
    She collapsed on my chest and I smoothed her hair as my penis softened inside of her.  After a few minutes her breathing slowed.  She put her elbows on my chest to raise her head up.  "You filled me up."
    "It's what we both wanted, isn't it?"
    "Well, I had thought to wait until we'd been married for a year or so, but that's not going to happen now."
    "Why not?  You don't always get pregnant from one unprotected time."
    "Oh, we're pregnant.  I just know."
    We didn't bother with condoms after that, but I think she was right.  Our son came four days early, which opened some eyes, but that was his own sense of timing.  He's a beautiful memory of our wedding night.   


