Just as Jeff was about to mount Eve from behind, Eve said, “Paul goes first. I can see, he’s the best man.” As I squirmed and whimpered, my best friend and best man plunged his huge, engorged member into Eve. She wrapped her long legs around him, sucked and bit his hairy chest, and dug her fingernails into his back, shrieking with ecstatic pleasure. My ushers, Jeff, Matt, and Steve then took turns with Eve, as Honey worked to revive Paul for another round.
Finally, after my friends had all had their fill, and it was late, they left, leaving Honey, Eve, and me alone in the room. By that time, I was sobbing. I was still tied to the chair. Eve came up and kneeled between my legs, looking up at me with eyes filled with contrition. “I’m so sorry my sweet little Angel, I don’t know what got into me. You know I told you how irresistible I find big, hairy men. You hadn’t told me how big and handsome Paul was. Please forgive him, it wasn’t his fault. And forgive me too. I’m a weak sinner.”
Seeing the sincerity of her confession, my heart filled with love for Eve. I was angry at Paul and my other friends, but Eve reminded me that it was my Christian duty to overcome my feelings of anger and to be forgiving. She said that this was perhaps my most important lesson in Christian humility, and I had to agree. As she played with my hard little penis, I told her that I forgave her. I knew that it was tradition to sow wild oats the night before a wedding, and I looked forward to a faithful life together.
I was on the verge of an orgasm, but Eve winked and said I should save it for tomorrow night when I would lose my virginity.
The wedding was beautiful, but a bit of a shock to my family and friends. True to her word, Eve wore a full length, white gown. However, it was of a sheer, translucent material, and Eve forgot to wear a slip or a bra. As she walked down the aisle, her breasts and nipples were clearly visible under the gown. And, standing at the alter in 4 inch heels, the entire congregation had a spectacular view of her taut, muscled calves and thighs, and the firm roundness of her derriere, accented by a small, white thong.
Standing next to her, Honey was a striking contrast. I had no advance promises from her, and Honey chose a micro-mini dress of hot pink that gripped her body, hugging her hips and bottom.
Paul looked more like a groom for Eve, and Honey would have been more suited to someone of my height and size, but, standing at the alter, we ended up looking like mismatched couples.
Our vows were also somewhat unusual. Eve’s was a simple, “I do” to the question, “Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?” Mine, however, was written by Eve herself, and included not only my promise to “love, honor, and cherish” her, but also my pledge to “serve and obey.”
When I danced with Eve at the reception, I was a bit embarrassed when it became clear that with Eve’s height and heels, my face came even with her breasts. She pulled me tight to her breasts, and, as always, I couldn’t muster the will power to pull away, so nuzzled between her breasts in front of my parents, friends, and family.
During the reception, Eve and Honey danced with Paul, Jeff, Matt, and Steve, showing everyone that they were already very close friends and comfortable with each other physically. At one point, Eve was tired and sat down. I asked her to dance, but she told me she was tired, and instead pulled me to sit on her lap. I felt like a child sitting in her lap, and I could see odd looks on everyone’s face, but Eve kept whispering and cooing in my ear, how cute I was and how in love she was with me, and how she was going to take my virginity tonight, so I stayed where I was, enjoying the honor of sitting in such a beautiful woman’s lap.
We excused ourselves for our wedding night in Eve’s hotel room–the same room we had been in the previous night. When we got to the doorway of the room, Eve did the natural thing given our relative sizes and strengths, and picked me up to carry me across the threshold. When she turned on the light, I was surprised to see Honey in our bed. She must have confused our room with her adjoining one. Honey, smiled and sat up revealing a sexy little red silk nightie under which her perky breasts jiggled.
Eve said, “Oh, Honey, so nice of you to help show my little Angel how we make love.” Eve had me sit in the same chair I had spent far too long in the night before, as she went into the bathroom to “freshen up” and change. While she was in the bathroom, Honey told me that her feet and legs were sore from dancing, and she asked me to take some of the massage oil and lotions she had placed on the bedside table and massage her feet and legs. I kneeled on the side of the bed, as Honey extended her feet and legs to my touch. Although it was my wedding night with Eve, I confess to looking lustfully at another woman.
Honey had rolled on her tummy, and I had an incredible view of her legs and bottom, and was almost at the point of sneaking a hidden kiss on her foot, when Eve entered the room. I gasped in disbelief at the sight. Eve was dressed in a black “Merry Widow” corset that exposed her proud, powerful breasts, as well as black garter belt and stockings, exposing the whiteness of her thighs.
The heels of her black, patent leather boots must have been 5 inches. But the most shocking part of the sight was something I had never seen before–and only later learned the term for. It was something called a “strap-on dildo.” It made Eve, a magnificent amazon of a woman, look like she also had an erect, black penis.
“Stay on your knees,” she commanded me. She told me to “suck her cock,” which I did. Then, she had me apply the oils and lotions to the apparatus. “Kneel next to the bed, and watch how it’s done,” she said. With that she got on the bed, straddling Honey. Eve and Honey began kissing passionately, their mouths eagerly open to each other, their hands squeezing and fondling, their legs intertwined. I watched in awe these two beauties writhing in pleasure. Eve was clearly in control–“the man.” She dominated the smaller Honey, gripping her wrists as she penetrated Honey’s mouth with her tongue, forcing Honey to suck her breasts.
Finally, Eve positioned herself between Honey’s legs and thrust and thrust again, until Honey began gasping for air.
Honey had an orgasm, and rolled away. Eve got up and standing in front of me as I sat in the chair, I was face to face with the glistening black cock coming from my bride. “It’s your turn,” she said. I was stunned, speechless. She lifted me off the chair and threw me face down on the bed. “Time to lose your virginity, Angel,” she said.
“Not like this,” I pleaded.
Honey crawled back up on the bed, face to face with me, and began stroking my hair. “It will be OK, she said, just relax, don’t tense up.”
Eve took a couple of pillows and stuffed them under me, lifting my bottom high in the air. Then, I felt oily liquid pour down my butt crack and dribble down my balls and legs. Eve leaned over me and whispered in my ear, “I’ve wanted to fuck your cute little butt for so long.” With that I felt her finger insert into me.