AUTHOR = Switch Blayde
E-MAIL = switch_blayde@hotmail.com
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Chapter 1
"David, why not?" Jenny asked, stomping her foot.
"I'm just not ready to get married," he replied weakly.
"But why not? You're finished with college and have a good job. We always said we would get married. I love you, David... I always have. I thought you loved me too."
Jenny's eyes watered and a tear fell from the corner of her right eye, trickling down her cheek. The sight was enough to break down David's resistance... well almost.
"I do love you," he said feebly.
"NO YOU DON'T!!" Jenny shouted, and then added, "If you did, you'd marry me. All through high school we said we were going to get married. You promised. We even saved ourselves for that special day."
Jenny saw the frown on her fiancé's face and paused. Was he bringing up sex again? That's all he ever talked about... sex, sex, sex. But they agreed it would be better to wait. Well, now that she thought about it, he never really wanted to... she insisted. After all, a woman only gives herself to her husband.
"It's the sex thing again, isn't it?" Jenny accused.
After a few minutes of deafening silence, David's self-control evaporated and he blurted out, "I want to experience wild sex before settling down." He saw the shock on Jenny's face and began stammering, "Is... is th-that... so bad?"
Jenny turned white and opened her mouth to say something, but she was so furious that nothing came out. Her jaw clenched and her teeth snapped together, but still no sound came forth. Her whole body was shaking now. She was angrier than she had ever been in her entire life. She felt betrayed.
Jenny bolted for the door, bumping into David on the way. It happened so suddenly that David lost his balance and watched the back of his fiancé flee his apartment from the floor. By the time he got up and dashed out to the street, he saw her car pulling away from the curb. Helplessly, he stared at the back of the head of the only girl he ever loved as the vehicle sped away.
* * * *
Weeks had passed and Jenny was distraught. She couldn't eat nor sleep. All she kept thinking of was how she lost her one true love. Since they were kids she knew David was "the one". She loved him all her life... expected to marry him... to be his always. She fretted and fretted, jumping each time the telephone rang... thinking... hoping... praying it was him. But he never called.
Then, putting her pride aside, Jenny telephoned David.
"Hello," the nervous girl heard the love of her life say.
"David, it's me." After a long silence that pierced her heart, Jenny said, "I'm sorry. I've been a child. David, I want us to get back together... please."
After another silence David said, "I told you I'm not ready."
"But I can be everything you want," she implored.
"No you can't. I have needs that... well, that you can't meet. I'm young and I want to experience them now... before I get married. You don't understand. I want to...."
"Yes I can," Jenny blurted out, interrupting her fiancé.
"Huh? You can what?" the befuddled David asked.
"I can satisfy you... your needs. Give me a chance. Please, David, I can be anything you want me to. I love you and will do whatever you want me to. I need you David and can't live without you. Please, David, give me a chance."
After another pause, David said, "You don't understand what I want to experience. You won't do it."
"Yes I will. Just tell me what you want me to do," she said with hope.
"Jenny, I want... I... I want.... I don't know how to say it."
"Just say it," Jenny stated firmly.
Taking a deep breath for courage, David said, "I want to experience every kind of sex."
Now the silence was on Jenny's end. She mulled over what her fiancé desired, and rationalized that it wouldn't be any different if they were married, so what was the big deal if they did it now? Her naivety couldn't even imagine what "every kind of sex" meant.
"Okay, I'll do it," Jenny said, her voice quivering.
"Do what?" David asked, still not comprehending Jenny's intent.
"I'll have sex with you. I'll do whatever you want."
"Do you know what I want?" David asked, thinking the conversation was going nowhere.
"No, but if you tell me what... I'll do it."
"You don't understand," he said frustrated, "I want someone to do whatever I say... to be my sex slave."
If they had been talking in person, David would have seen the color drain from his lovely fiancé's face. She didn't understand what "sex slave" meant, but the connotation scared her. She bit her lip and then quietly said, "I'll be your sex slave."
David was stunned. When he started breathing again he said, "You'll do whatever I tell you to?"
"Yes, David, anything you tell me. I know I've been wrong and childish. I want to marry you. I love you so much that I will be your se..." Jenny almost couldn't utter the words, "...sex slave." When she didn't hear a response from David she set the terms, "For three months I will be your sex slave and do anything you tell me to. Then we'll get married... OK?"
This was more than David had expected. All he was thinking about was fucking a few women before settling down to a monogamous relationship for the rest of his life. He didn't even know why he used the term "sex slave" with Jenny. A picture of his fiancé materialized in his mind.
Jenny was only 20 years old, three years younger than him. She had long blonde hair to her waist that she often kept in a ponytail or braids. He smiled when he visualized her in braids since it made her look so childish. He sometimes called her Heidi when she wore her hair in braids which usually got him a punch in the arm and a pout on her cute face. Her eyes were as blue as the sky on a cloudless day, and her skin fair with five little freckles under her eyes. David grinned, thinking back to all the times he counted them before placing loving kissing on her face. Jenny was 5'5" and slim, only 115 lbs. At 34B's, her breasts were not large, but they seemed much bigger on her frame. Her waist was narrow, her hips full, and her round ass was firm. In a word she was gorgeous and sensual. Well, that's two words, but they both fit.
"Okay, Jenny," David finally said, "I'll give it a try."
Jenny jumped up and down joyfully and shouted, "Thank you, David... thank you."
* * * *
David was anxiously awaiting the arrival of his fiancé. He had told her to go shopping for sexy clothes and to wear them when she came to his apartment. He wondered what she had bought and impatiently sat on the living room couch. When the doorbell rang he jumped and got up to answer the door. What greeted him was breathtaking.
Jenny blushed when she saw her fiancé's eyes scan her body. She was dressed like never before. Her tight top clung to her breasts and stopped just below them. Her pleated skirt was short... very short... and the salesgirl told her to wear it low on her hips... below her bellybutton. When she stood outside David's door before ringing the doorbell, she modestly tried to pull it up, but then the bottom rose too. Realizing it barely covered her panties, she quickly pulled her skirt down again. Her whole midsection was bare... and then some, probably more so than when she wore her conservative two-piece bathing suit. And the 3" heels caused her to stand gingerly, afraid that she'd topple over. Jenny's long blonde hair was tied up on top of her head in an elegant fashion, and her thickly applied makeup had a lot of mascara and rouge. She even put some sparkles around her eyes, a favorite of teenage girls.
"Jenny, you look absolutely beautiful," David praised.
"Uh, thanks," she acknowledged, less enthusiastically.
"Come in... come in," he said excitedly.
David held his hand out and Jenny grasped it. He guided her into the apartment, smiling at how unsteady she was on the high heels. Leading her to the sofa, David indicated for her to sit down. In doing so, Jenny's short skirt rode up her thighs. She clamped her legs together and tugged at the hem. David sat across from her and just admired the "new" Jenny.
"You're beautiful," David exclaimed.
"You already said that."
"I know, I know... but you really are. You are so sexy." Jenny just blushed. "And I love your clothes," David complimented her. "You're so sexy."
"You already said that."
"Yeah, yeah, so what? I love the way you look. Um, Jenny... is your underwear sexy too?"
Jenny gave a startled look and stared at her fiancé in disbelief. Did he really say that? David? Her sweet David? But she realized that her future husband had admitted to her he was not satisfied with their old relationship so she should expect some behavior changes in him.
"No... I didn't think they would be seen," she finally admitted.
"Well, I want to see them," he said, shocking her.
"DAVID!! What are you saying? Are you serious?"
"Jenny, I thought we had a deal. When I saw you at the door, I thought things were going to be great between us, but it looks like it's the same relationship with new packaging." And then frowning, he solemnly added, "I guess it won't work out after all."
"I'm sorry, David. Please, it's all so new to me. I'm sorry. I'll show you. Please, give me a chance."
Before David could reply, Jenny spread her legs. The pleated skirt collapsed between her thighs, covering her panties. When Jenny realized this, she grabbed the hem and pulled the skirt upwards. She thought she was going to faint when she saw the white cotton of her panties. She knew it covered her vagina, but her underwear was such a private thing. She sat, frozen in place, with her knees apart and her skirt pulled up over her panties.
David stared at his sexily dressed fiancé with her legs apart and her skirt raised. For years he had tried to get a peek under her skirt and now it was all before his lustful gaze. But her boring undergarment didn't seem to go with the rest of her attire.
"I don't like your panties," he bluntly stated, "take them off."
"DAVID!! Are you serious?" Jenny said, automatically snapping her knees together and pulling down her skirt out of embarrassment.
"Jenny, how many times do we have to go through this?" he said condescendingly. "I thought you agreed to do whatever I said."
Jenny lowered her eyes and thought about what her fiancé had said. After a moment of silence, she painfully reached under her skirt and pulled her panties off, all the while trying to keep herself covered. When she had the undergarment in her hand, she felt silly and didn't know what to do with it. She quickly dropped her hand to her side and crunched the panties into a little ball in her fist.
David waited a while before saying, "Okay Jenny, spread your legs and lift your skirt again."
Jenny's jaw dropped, but she knew it was futile to argue. With her face beet-red, Jenny spread her knees and lifted her skirt. She couldn't bring herself to look down at what her fiancé was seeing. She looked at David, but his stare caused her to look away. With David looking at his fiancé's naked pussy, Jenny was staring at the ceiling, embarrassed beyond belief.
"Huh? Wh-What?" the startled girl stuttered, David's talking interrupting her deep concentration.
"Jenny, I asked you if you ever masturbated."
"S-Sometimes," she answered, sheepishly.
"Jenny, I've always wanted to see that. I think it would be soooo sexy. OK?"
"Huh? Okay what?" the confused girl asked. What was David rambling about?
"Jenny, I want to watch you masturbate."
Jenny's eyes opened wide and her mouth moved to form a word, but nothing came out. She was flabbergasted. She was sitting in front of David with her naked vagina exposed and he now asked to see her touch herself down there. That was something she rarely did and always felt ashamed afterwards. Her throat felt dry and she couldn't seem to speak.
"Well, are you going to do it for me?" David asked, holding his breath.
"David, please," she said, forcing herself to speak, "I can't do that with you watching. It's too embarrassing."
"See, that's the problem," he stated. "You think it's embarrassing and I think it's sexy. You have too many hang-ups... that's why I said I wasn't going to marry you. But I thought you agreed to change. I guess I was wrong."
"No... no, you aren't wrong. It's just that... that.... Oh David, what if I let you touch me?" she said, desperately.
"I want to see you do it," he said firmly.
Jenny didn't understand why David would want to watch something so private... so gross. She hated masturbating, but sometimes she did it when she had certain urges. She had felt it was the lesser of two evils to put out the burning desire herself than succumb to David's sexual advances. She so much wanted their wedding night to be special, exploring each other for the FIRST time.
But Jenny did not want to lose David... her love. She looked down and saw the familiar patch of blonde hair, relieved that she kept it nicely trimmed. Slowly, she placed the length of her finger along her slit, making sure it pressed against her clit. She began moving it back and forth, sliding along her slit... sinking between her labia... feeling the wetness and the sensitivity of her clit. Jenny looked up at David, but quickly lowered her eyes when she saw him staring at her hand.
David couldn't believe it. He was enthralled with the new Jenny. He finally got to see her pussy and now he watched as she began her slow masturbation. Her long finger slipped quietly up and down the slit, separating the two halves of her cunt. Her legs were wide apart with her skirt at her waist, and her finger was sliding between her cunt lips. He couldn't believe it and felt his hard cock uncomfortably wedged inside his pants. He noticed Jenny was not looking at him so he readjusted his cock for more comfort. He was tempted to rub it, but knew he'd cum immediately.
Jenny's eyes closed as her finger kept sliding in her slit. David noticed that it sunk in more and more as her movements continued. Then he noticed, on one downward movement, part of her finger seemed to disappear. She slid the finger back up towards her clit and then pushed it back down, part of it vanishing again. Finally, it dawned on David that the end of her finger was entering her hole. He concentrated more on watching closely when she pulled the finger up, and noticed the sheen covering half her finger. She was finger-fucking herself in front of him and had gotten wet. Jenny was aroused.
Jenny was trying to hold back her moans, not wanting to humiliate herself further, but the feeling between her legs was getting stronger. A wave of excitement filled her body each time her finger slid over her clit. So much so that she couldn't resist crooking her finger on the downward movement and entering her moist hole. Her finger titillated the inner walls of her pussy on the down stroke and her clit on the upstroke. She didn't know how much David wanted her to masturbate, but now she didn't want to stop. She felt the need for an orgasm.
David saw his fiancé's finger begin to move faster, and she stretched her arm further, burying her long finger almost all the way inside her cunt. Soon she stopped sliding her finger through her slit, but rather simply moved it in and out of her cunt -- finger-fucking herself. Her other hand, still clutching her balled-up panties, moved to her belly. Keeping her hand in a fist to hold onto her undergarment, Jenny extended her forefinger and placed it on her engorged clit. David watched as one finger thrust in and out of her pussy while another rubbed her clit. When her hips began moving, Jenny was no longer capable of holding back her moans.
"Oohhh... hhmm... mmmm," she cooed as her fingers moved more urgently. "Ohhh... oh god, oh god... aahhhhhhhhhh!!!!" she exclaimed as she came hard, clamping her thighs together around her hands and erratically jerking her hips.
David watched in awe as his girlfriend's legs slowly parted and her hands limply fell to her sides. He thought he saw a twitching in her abdomen as her orgasm subsided. Jenny's eyes lazily opened and she seemed to stare out into space. Then her eyes focused on her gawking fiancé and her face turned crimson. She quickly pulled her skirt down and sat uneasily on the couch, hiding the hand holding her panties behind her out of shame.
In the deafening silence, Jenny waited for David to say something. She felt so cheap and humiliated. She just had to say something.
"I c-can't believe I did that," she exclaimed.
"It was great," David acknowledged.
"How could you like watching me do that... it's so gross."
"It was great."
"You already said that."
"Why do you keep saying that?" David asked.
"Because you keep repeating yourself," Jenny explained.
"Well, it was great. See, I repeated it a third time. I loved watching you play with yourself. And when you came... it was the most exciting thing I ever saw."
Jenny blushed again at the thought of David seeing her lose control and climaxing. It was bad enough for him to see her vagina... to see her touching herself there... but to actually see her orgasm was even more embarrassing.
"Jenny, I need something now," David announced.
Jenny looked at her fiancé and noticed his hand on the lump in his pants. "David, please, I don't want to watch you masturbate."
David smirked and said, "That's not what I had in mind."
"Oh, thank god," Jenny said relieved.
"I want a blow-job. I want you to suck my cock."
Jenny's face went completely white. She heard of doing such things, but she didn't think normal people did it. It never even crossed her mind that she would do that after they were married. Wives didn't do that to their husbands. It was dirty, something a prostitute would do for money.
When Jenny returned to the present she saw that David had removed his pants and underwear. He was sitting, naked from the waist down, with his erection pointing at her on an angle. It was the first adult cock she had seen and the first hard one -- it was so much bigger than she imagined.
"Come here, Jenny," David ordered.
In a daze, Jenny stood up. When her knees parted, unladylike, David saw up her skirt, causing his cock to twitch. That did not go unnoticed and Jenny shivered at the thought that it was alive. She stood quietly in front of David and waited. He told her to get onto her knees which she obediently did. David moved his legs further apart and Jenny knee-walked between them, getting closer to his hard cock.
"Touch it first," David implored. Jenny reached out in an attempt to grasp his cock, but she still had her panties clenched in her fist. David laughed and said, "Give me your panties." Jenny did and gasped when her fiancé held them to his face and inhaled deeply.
"Aaahhhhh, you smell so good," he announced.
"That's gross," she countered.
David snickered and told her to touch him. Now that her hand was free, she wrapped it around his hard cock. She felt it throb in her fist and slightly squeezed. David let out a moan. Jenny began moving her hand up and down. She was fascinated by the feel -- the texture... the softness, yet firmness... the warmth... the thrill of touching a cock. She felt her pussy tingle and moisten. She moved her hand up and down faster.
"Now... put it in your mouth," David pleaded.
Jenny stared at the cock, her hand now motionless. She clenched her fingers and heard David moan. Jenny studied the male peeing instrument. Looking at the pee-slit, she believed that the cock itself must not get wet when the man urinated, so if he bathed regularly, his penis would be clean. And she knew that her fiancé was conscientious of his hygiene. Therefore, his cock must be clean. So what's the difference between putting his cock in her mouth than his finger, which she wouldn't hesitate if he asked her?
Jenny opened her mouth and lowered her head until David's cock was within the opening of her mouth. She closed her lips around it and waited, testing the feel. It didn't feel bad so she began licking the head with her tongue.
"Oh god yes!!" David wailed.
Jenny raised her eyes and saw David looking down at her with a silly grin on his face. She had his cock in her mouth and he was watching her suck it. She should have been humiliated to be on her knees and sucking his cock, but she wasn't. It felt good and she liked making David beg. Without taking her eyes off his, Jenny lowered her face into his lap until she felt the tip of his cock gag her. She quickly pulled back, only to swallow his cock into her mouth again. Up and down her head bobbed, dragging her lips and tongue along his shaft.
David was groaning loudly now. When his hips began jerking upwards, Jenny gagged as she lost control over the depth of the penetration. She lowered her head until she felt the need to gag and then pulled back a smidge. Then she grasped the cock so that the top of her fist was against her lips. She resumed bobbing her head up and down but now, when David humped her face, the worse that happened was that her fist smashed into her mouth.
David began shouting obscenities and other unintelligible words as his hips moved faster. Jenny felt his hands on the back of her head, pulling her towards him. She was grateful that she had the sense to use her fist to protect her from harm. When she felt David's fingers tighten in her hair, she was about to pull away and scold him, but then she felt something hit the roof of her mouth. She thought he had peed and panicked, trying to pull away, but David's grip was too strong. Then she felt it again. By this time her mouth was filling up and she realized it wasn't pee... it was sperm -- he was cumming in her mouth.
Jenny couldn't break free from David's clutches and felt overwhelmed by the amount of sperm in her mouth -- she reflexively swallowed. David kept filling her mouth and she kept swallowing his hot, slimy goo. She thought she was going to be sick, and just when she believed it would never end, it did. David stopped cumming.
David's fingers released their grip on Jenny's hair and she abruptly pulled away, falling onto her back. David stared at his fiancé lying with her knees apart and her skirt around her waist, exposing her pussy to him. He also noticed some of his sperm on her bottom lip. He casually stroked his wet dick, knowing that Jenny had just sucked his cock and swallowed his cum.
"That was disgusting," Jenny yelled at him when she regained her speech. "You pig, how could you do that?"
"You said you'd do anything I wanted," David countered.
"I did. I sucked... I put your thing in my mouth, didn't I? Isn't that what you told me to do? You didn't have to do the other thing."
"Was it poisonous? Did you die? C'mon, grow up. People do it all the time."
"No they don't," she said, defiantly. "Only whores do that."
"Who told you that? That's nonsense. Girls do it to guys all the time... and wives always do it for their husbands."
When Jenny calmed down she thought about what David told her. Maybe she was wrong. He said that after they were married she was going to have to do it. It was expected of a wife. She thought it was gross, but he was right... she didn't die from it. The taste wasn't even horrendous. It wasn't what she'd prefer to have in her mouth, but she could get used to it. She didn't like certain foods when she first had them, but she acquired a taste for them.
"After we're married, do you think I could spit it out after?" the naïve girl asked shyly.
"No way. It turns the husband on to have his wife swallow his sperm... to know his seed is in her belly. I want you to swallow my cum when you're my wife."
Jenny smiled when David referred her as his wife. She felt a lot better about what happened.
"C'mon, let's go out," David blurted.
"Out? I thought we were going to stay here."
"No, I want to show my future wife off. You look so sexy like that."
"David, I can't go out like this. I look like a tramp."
"No you don't, you look great. Let's go," he said, pulling Jenny up by her hand.
"Give me my panties."
"Your clothes are too sexy for these boring panties. Leave them here."
"DAVID!! I CAN'T GO OUT WITHOUT PANTIES!!"
"Sure you can. Only we will know."
"B-But my skirt is so short. Please David, let me wear them."
"NO!! Remember, you said you'd do whatever I want... and this is what I want."
Jenny looked down at her short skirt, but didn't have time to argue. David grabbed her wrist and pulled her behind him as he left the apartment. They were halfway to his car when she realized the remnants of his sperm was still in her mouth.
THE END (not yet) go to Chapter 2
