Bend over Bundle

  Bend Over Bundle: Three Pegging Stories in One

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  Violet Veidt

  Copyright 2014 Violet Veidt

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  Strap On Honeymoon

  He remembered precious little of the day: just little snippets of happy memories. His groomsmen bantering over bloody marys in their anteroom; the quiet bustle of the bay windowed room overlooking the lake, where he waited, trying not to be nervous. The sight of her, a delicate white veil covering her soft freckled face, and her soft lopsided smile. For her part, she remembered little but her husband's smile when he slid the ring on his finger, and the softness of his lips as he kissed her. She had worried that it would be embarrassing to kiss in front of all her relatives, but when the time came, she felt like the two of them were on a different plane of reality, alone together.

  They left the reception rather early, zooming off into the night in a low slung two seater, which they had borrowed for the weekend from her brother, who had a small, much treasured collection of vintage cars. He had seemed rather less worried about entrusting his sister to his care than his car. They travelled for an hour or so out into the forest, moving from the rural hotel into more or less the middle of nowhere. The roads were mostly good, though the terrain at the end was obviously more suited to more rugged vehicles. But finally, they arrived at the lodge.

  It was a large, sprawling building, spreading over a large proportion of the property. The back garden swept out behind and merged into the forest. As they walked to the door, a snowy owl swooped low over the garden, and soared noiselessly over their heads with its prey. They stood stock still, until she realised she was holding her breath. She laughed, a little nervously. They were truly isolated: nobody could hear them or see them, or even knew exactly where they were. The thought was not a little arousing.

  They entered the house and began to explore. The kitchen was large and warm from the Aga, with a well appointed pantry. He grinned with glee when he saw the cold stone: if he could find any time he would make his bride some pastries on that. The living room had a large L shaped sofa, and opened onto a decent sized dining room. Beyond that, there was a conservatory, which had a variety of climbing and draping plants, as well as a small, bravely fruiting lemon tree. It was neat and tidy, and the plants were obviously well cared for. Though renting it had been a rather mundane process full of miscommunication with the owner, they felt rather like they had stumbled across a fairy cottage. Out of the back door, they could see a cedar hot tub, filled with water. She glanced about, and saw a control panel. The jets sprang into life. They left it to warm up, for later.

  Upstairs, they could see some more of the landscape from the window. The master bedroom was magnificent. The king sized bed made a quiet focal point in the centre, deep burgundy satin covers concealing sheets made of thick, high thread count cotton. Stroking it with his hand, he imagined what it would feel like on bare skin. An agreeable shiver passed over him.

  They jumped onto the bed, giggling like children, before he took her in his arms and kissed her gently. She responded, lightly caressing his lips with hers. She angled her hips to meet with his and he reciprocated, making their bodies contiguous. He became aware of a pressure at his lower belly, and his eyes opened, then widened as he realised what he was feeling. He explored with a hand, running his hand over her stomach to a distinct bulge below her white dress. He grasped it in his fist, judging the size and thickness of the strapon that his bride wore beneath her nuptial gown.

  She rolled onto her knees, and pulled up her skirt. There it was: a dildo which was impressive in its length and thickness, perhaps a shade larger than what he'd taken before. He felt himself expanding within his clothing, becoming as hard as the dildo protruding obscenely between her legs. He gazed up at her gratefully, at the woman who had fulfilled the fantasy he had blushingly whispered in the dark of their bedroom at midnight. He felt a little nervous, but not much. He loved her, and had promised to be hers forever, and she his: he knew she wouldn't do anything to cause him pain.

  The dildo— her cock— hung just at the level of his lips. She gently brushed the tip over his lips, and he felt the smoothness of it, and how it had warmed against her skin. How long had she been wearing it under her wedding gown? All day? During the ceremony? The thought of his new wife standing with a thick cock concealed, for his later pleasure made his head spin. He wrapped his lips around the dildo, relishing the feeling of his mouth being filled, and the knowledge of how slutty he must look with his mouth full. He grabbed her arse, pushing the dildo deeper into his mouth. The idea of deepthroating fascinated him, but he had never accomplished before. Would this be the night?

  She motioned to take her dress off.

  "No, leave it on." She smiled and slipped the straps back over her shoulder, pushing her cock back into his mouth. She languidly fucked his face for a little longer, before pulling out and slipping the dildo out of the harness. She laid back, her legs spread, surrounded by a fluffy white corona formed by the dress, and slid it inside her wet cunt. She moaned a little: being penetrated felt sublime, and she greedily fucked herself, though she had only meant to slide it in for a moment to flavour it for her husband. Eventually, she stood up beside the bed, re inserted the dildo, and pulled him off the bed, making him kneel in front of her. He eagerly sucked her juices from her cock, gripping her narrow waist and stroking her back with her fingertips. Watching her husband suck her was making her hornier than ever, but she let him savour the moment, locking the image of him sucking her into her mind. She ran her fingers through his hair as he ran his tongue up and down her length, cupping her balls (which, he was pleased to note, had a very realistic feel to them). He slid his fingers onto her clit, swirling them around, hearing her breathing deepen in response. Her fingers traced over his cock, achingly hard and leaking fluid, bringing her precum slickened fingers to her lips to taste.

  He lay face down on the bed, silently pleading to be filled. She had no intentions of rushing, however. She grabbed the lube (she had checked her luggage several times to make sure it was there), and slid her hands underneath him, undoing his trousers and sliding them down to reveal his bum. She stroked his rear gently, making his legs fall open to give her access. Though he was still fully dressed, he felt totally naked in front of her. However, all thoughts suddenly left him, everything but the sensation of her sharp little tongue spearing his arsehole. Her tongue fluttered round the rim before fucking him as deep as she could reach. He shucked off his trousers, and removed his shirt. He wanted to be fully naked and vulnerable in front of her. He laid himself face down, and she began to assault him furiously with her lips and tongue, making him moan and buck his hips off the bed. She applied a generous amount of lube, and eased one, then two fingers inside him. She was desperate to sheath herself in him, but as the dildo was thick, and her husband was inexperienced in being penetrated, she held back, and waited until he was pushing himself back desperately on four fingers, his arse hungrily convulsing round her hand.

  She glanced up, seeing their reflection in the window, and relished the sight of her nearly perfect hair and make up, and her dress hiked up over her thick dildo. Her husband was lying on the bed, panting, nearly sick with desire to be filled up. She reflected on how lucky she was to have a man who loved being fucked as much as she did. It was even hotter to let a man fuck her arse, knowing how good it felt himself. She applied plenty of lube to the dildo's fat head, and lined it up with his waiting hole.

  "Relax," she purred in his ear, kissing his neck. He concentrated on keeping himsel
f loose, welcoming her into him.

  She advanced the first inch or so tectonically slowly, allowing him plenty of time to stretch. She pushed a little, and the head disappeared inside him, eliciting a moan of delight from her nude husband. Inch by inch, he engulfed her. Finally, all seven inches were inside him.

  "I'm balls deep in you."

  "Fuck, it feels so good to have your cock inside me..."

  She popped her tits out of her dress, letting him feel her hard nipples push into his back. At first she kept to a slow, gentle rhythm, but progressively fucked him harder and harder. He moaned and bucked his hips in response, encouraging her to fuck him deeper and harder. Her eyes were half shut with pleasure experiencing her cock almost as a phantom limb which could feel his arse around it.

  When she had selected the dildo, the delightfully helpful lady in the shop had guided her to this one in particular. It was double ended, with dual vibration controls. The protruding end was large and thick enough to satisfy anyone, though not unduly threatening to a novitiate. The other end was rather smaller, but cunningly curved to hit the G spot. The vibrator was perfectly positioned to flutter on the clitoris, and vibration was communicated along the length of the shaft, gently buzzing the lucky recipient's hole.

  As well as the mechanical stimulation provided by this apparatus, having this beautiful willing male grinding his hips into her lap, giving low gutteral moans at each thrust of her thick cock made the phantom sensations more and more real. She could almost feel the clenching of his tight ring around her, the buildup of pressure in her balls. She drew the strap on nearly clear of him before slamming it into the root, but then radically slowed the tempo, fucking him as slowly and gently as she had begun. He looked into her eyes and whimpered, begging her wordlessly to fuck him like a whore again. But she had further plans.

  She lay on her back with her knees bent and open, and positioned his hips over her centre. He squatted back down on her, easily taking the dildo within himself now, moaning at the sensation. She was charmed by the sight of her husband: his eyes were hugely dilated and half closed; his chest rose and fell as he panted with arousal, and his cock was almost painfully erect, seeping the fluid of his arousal. She couldn't resist leaning over and licking it, feeling its insane heat on her tongue and tasting the salty tang of his precum. She stroked his balls, feeling how tight and high and close to cumming they were. She began to fuck him again, and he started grinding on her, again giving guttural grunts.

  He looked so hot, getting fucked like that.

  She stroked his firm, densely haired chest, admiring the man she loved posed so pornographically on top of her. As the vibrations built up and up and up, the pressure on her G spot increased until she came, shuddering and squirting, grabbing and squeezing his arse. When her orgasm had subsided, she gradually opened his eyes to the sight of him rubbing her spent juices into his cock. She leaned over again to taste him, sucking him into her mouth. She had to curl over tightly, so couldn't thrust so deeply. But he seemed to like the feeling of her deep inside him, undulating as she took his tortured cock as deep into her mouth as she was in his arse.

  His cum hit the back of her throat in an almost painful torrent. She pulled away, allowing the rest to spatter over her lips, her bare tits, and trickle over her dress. She wiped her face with her fingers, scooping the rest into her mouth, then lovingly licked her husband's wilting cock until he touched her face, indicating that he'd had enough.

  They lay beside each other on the bed, in each other's arms. It felt wonderful to be so at ease with another person, that being respectively nude and wearing a wedding dress accessorised with cum and a strap on made them not at all self conscious. Presently she stood up and stretched, taking her dress off, followed by her strap on, until she was as naked as he. She lay down with him again, feeling his skin on hers.

  Presently she sat up and stretched. He watched her, with an inscrutable little smile on his face. She turned and smiled back and said:

  "The hot tub should be warmed up by now..." She picked up the dildo and lube, winked, and took his hand. He followed her back through the house, grabbing towels from the airing cupboard on the way. The sight of her pale hips undulating in the muted moonlight was incredibly erotic. They opened the door of the conservatory, and felt the cool air on their skin. He stepped into the tub, and beckoned her. She followed, straddling him and kissing the top of his head. He inclined his head upwards, and she kissed his lips, at first gently, increasing the intensity as she felt him hardening against her. The throbbing of his penis was matched by the pulsing she felt in her clit. He grabbed her waist and made her rock against him. Her warm wet slit opened and wrapped around his cock. The head deliciously nudged against her clit, again and again until she was gasping with each undulation. He felt the pressure building again in his balls, and drew back, lowering her into the hot, turbulent water, gently kissing her neck. The balance of power had subtly shifted. He had been perfectly happy to allow her to take the lead, but now he was going to take care of her.

  She floated on her back, her copper ringlets floating on the surface for a moment before being sucked under and wetting through. He waded round to position his body between her hips, and once again took hold of her at the waist. Her legs parted for him, and he knelt, beginning to lick her all over, teasingly flicking his tongue over her clit before giving his attentions to her lips and inner thighs. He held a finger against her puckered hole, not entering her yet but applying a subtle pressure. He fully intended to pay her back in kind. But for now, he let the water support her body as he concentrated on drawing her closer to the brink. She looked like a mermaid, floating like a water lily with her tits gleaming in the soft moonlight.

  Soon she was rocking her hips and moaning in response to his ministrations. He had pushed two fingers into her cunt to lubricate them and then slipped them into her exquisitely sensitive arse. For his part, his cock was hard and enjoying the sensation of the jets on his balls. He pulled her body to him and kissed her, letting her taste her own arousal on his lips. She kissed him back, fiercely spearing his mouth with her tongue, collecting all of her sweet juices that she could. He let her go, only for a second, so he could reach for the dildo. He attached it to the ceramic lip of the pool by the useful suction cup on the bottom, and applied a large bead of lube to its tip. Her previous attentions had relaxed him to the point where he could take the whole thing inside him. But still, he took his time, moaning as he engulfed the thick dildo inside of him. She watched as he took every inch, taking him between her lips as he took it to the root. She sucked him with relish, letting her soft tits, heated by the hot tub, push against his balls. She took him to the point of resistance in her throat and then sucked him down deeper. He closed his eyes in ecstasy, but didn't give himself over completely to the pleasure building up inside him. He grasped her under the armpits and pulled her up into his lap, kissing her and tasting the tang of his precum on her lips. She quickly sheathed him in her cunt, intending to lubricate him, as she had lubricated her cock before, to prepare it for her arse. He couldn't resist pushing into her and fucking his wife's pussy as thoroughly as she had fucked him. When he had taken his fill, he grasped her waist and moved her off him. She reached below and lined up his cock with her nether orifice.

  They cried out at the twin sensation of penetration, knowing there was nobody for miles to hear them. She rode him as he rode on the dildo adhered to the side of the tub, the feeling of fullness spurring him on to fuck her harder and harder. Before long he came inside her. Her eyes closed as she felt his orgasm. They remained in their embrace for some time, before she stood, stretched, and sauntered back to the bedroom. He followed, patting himself dry as he walked. They climbed into the big bed and curled around each other. They dozed off like this, only waking when the sun rose and the birds sang the next morning.

  She woke first, and watched him lying on the bed, his skin glowing in the pale sunlight. His cock was limp, a squab thickness below his bel
ly. She took him between her lips, and sucked him into consciousness.

  He smiled at her. She smiled back, a little uncertainly. She could tell that he was planning some devilment, but she didn't know what it could be, even knowing him as well as she did. He pulled out a blindfold: not anything particularly flashy or sexy, rather the opposite. She sniggered when she read the word “megabus” across the front. He scowled in response, and put it over her eyes.

  She relaxed back, her legs flopping open. It was so hot in the room that the ceiling fan was on full blast, making the temperature on her skin fluctuate between warm and cool. Soon she felt his mouth on her sensitive neck, with his body brushing against hers. She felt his rough chest hair against her breasts, and the tip of his cock, now semi erect, brush against her lower lips. She crooned at the sparkling sensations over her scalp and neck, followed with feather light touches on her nipples. She didn't realise how she was moistening to his touch, nor how her hips were unconsciously rising from the bed to meet his hardening cock.

  He swooped downwards, teasing her protruding clit, wreathed with marmalade hair, with the very tip of his tongue. He relished the taste of the juices he had released from her waiting cunt. she moaned as he swirled his tongue around the sensitive nub, running his tongue up and down her slit, before withdrawing and leaving her with the alternation of warm and cool from his breath on her wet skin. After an excruciating pause, he continued. She felt a pressure against her arsehole, and relaxed, allowing his finger inside her, moistened by her own secretions. He continued to lick her clit while he fingered her, slowly introducing three more fingers one at a time, so slowly and gently that she was barely aware of the stretch. When he judged her ready― when she was bucking her hips against his tongue and begging for more fingers inside her― he ordered her,