Author: Knight
Title: My Anal Angel
Part: 1
Summary: My wife gave me something very special on our wedding night...
Keywords: MF, anal

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   Note From The Knight:

   A very short flash story written pre-emptively as part of my A To Z Of
Erotica (which you'll find on my blog:
http://knightofpassion.livejournal.com).

   And remember: more feedback = more stories!

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   When Donna lifted her veil, I thought my heart would burst.  Could it
really be that this woman - this angel - had agreed to be my wife?

   I swallowed and glanced back down the aisle.  The pews were packed with
our friends, family, and the other assorted acquaintances and business
contacts that one is compelled to invite to the notable events in your
life. The soft spring sunlight cascaded through the stained-glass windows,
giving the interior of the church a magical radiance.  I was, at that
moment, the happiest man in the entire world.

   And it's fair to say that, even in these hallowed surroundings, my cock
stiffened at the thought of what my wedding night would bring.

   The ceremony passed in a blur, and we adjourned to the reception - the
wedding feast, as Donna had referred to it throughout the planning,
emphatic italics firmly in place, as if the gluttony and excess of the
celebration would prepare us for the indulgences that would follow.  The
two of us ate only a little, and drank still less, reluctant to dull our
senses before the big event.

   It had started when we were discussing her wedding dress, back when the
event was nothing more than a few sketchy plans made on some unlined paper.
Neither of us were virgins, not by any stretch of the imagination, but
Donna still favoured wearing white - a colour she would be entitled to
wear, she reasoned, if she was willing to give up some other virginity on
her wedding night...

   Finally, after what seemed like hours, we made our excuses, enjoyed a
final turn on the dance-floor, and retired to the luxurious suite I had
booked for us.  We were barely through the door before we were kissing, a
burning urgency driving us into each other's arms.

   Suddenly, Donna broke the kiss and eyed me voraciously.  "Strip," she
ordered me simply.

   "You too?" I whispered, but she shook her head.

   "I want to fuck in my dress," she hissed, and I grinned in response,
already shedding my suit.  In a moment I was nude, and Donna eyed my body
lustily, chewing on her sensual bottom lip.  We kissed again, our tongues
hot and adventurous, tasting each other as if for the first time.  Her
fingernails traced white scratches over my shoulder-blades as I held her
tightly and explored the body beneath the dress.  Finally, our kiss ended,
and we held one another, the air thick and charged with excitement.

   "Let me see it," I moaned, my breath warm against her lips.  She grinned
wickedly, and turned around, lifting her skirts to reveal the backs of her
stockings, the smooth, creamy flesh above, and, finally, her beautifully
round bottom.  My heart pounding, I reached forward and pulled down her
panties, revealing the blunt, flesh-coloured end of the butt-plug that had
been stuffed inside my new wife's asshole since early that morning.  The
knowledge that this wicked toy had been stretching her ring throughout the
ceremony and the reception afterward had been exquisite torture all day
long.

   I knelt behind her and, one hand on her hips to hold her in place, I
slowly withdrew the plug - four thick, stubby inches of phallic plastic
slipped smoothly from her gaping, slippery hole.  She gasped softly, and
her knees trembled as it finally left her body.  The scent of her arousal
was strong in the still air of the suite.

   "Oh, God..." she whispered.  "My husband, my darling, I need you inside
me.  I'm so - oh, my love, I'm so empty without you."

   I squeezed a generous handful of lube into my left hand, and massaged my
steel-hard prick while rubbing Donna's ass with smooth, reassuring strokes
that only seemed to fuel her desire.

   "I've never done it, never.  You'll be the first, my husband, my love -
uh!" she grunted sweetly at the moist tip of my thick, uncircumcised prick
pressed into her gaping, slick hole.  I tried to hold it there, I swear I
did, tried to tease her to torment her the way she had tormented me all day
long, but I was powerless to resist.  With a smooth, easy movement, I
squeezed every slippery inch of my fat cock into her tight, hot asshole,
plundering her virginal hole with unrestrained lust.  She rocked forward,
then pressed back hard, grinding her body against me, my balls slapping
gently against her wet pussy.  The sensation of being buried in my new
wife's virgin ass was everything I could have dreamed - and when she
squeezed hard on my and whimpered softly, her eyes rolled back in her head,
my tongue wet and soft on her lips, I knew that Donna loved it as much as I
did.

   Control was impossible.  I ground my teeth together and fought the urge
to cum long enough to deliver a half-dozen deep, strong strokes, each one
making Donna quiver and gasp, but then I was done - a surge of creamy cum
jetted from the end of my penis, pumping deep into my lover's bowels,
filling her with my essence.

   "More," she moaned, "give me it all!"

   Another thick wad of jism drenched her insides, and I slid out, my cock
falling from her spasming hole as she built up to her first orgasm as a
married woman.  I fell to my knees behind her, my fingers seeking out her
pussy, my free hand grabbing the discarded butt-plug from the thick carpet
and thrusting it back into her cum-drenched asshole, pumping it in and out
as I teased her clit and kissed the soft, unblemished flesh of her butt
cheeks.  Her knees trembled, and her breath came in ragged, gasping sobs -
and then, beautifully, my angel orgasmed, grinding back eagerly on the
butt-plug, each new thrust sending droplets of my cum from her gaping
asshole to the expensive cream carpet.  She moaned and trembled, gasped and
grunted, screamed and swore and finally collapsed, exhausted and sated, on
to the thick rug.  Her dress was in wild disarray, her perfect skin sheened
with sweat.  I lay down beside her and held her tightly in my arms.

   My wife.  My lover.

   My anal angel.

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