Consummating My Love

I took my turn commemorating our journey to that loving moment.

"Jack, my darlin', you're the man who has made me the woman I am today. You taught me about passion and love ... about life itself. My life would not be complete without you. I trust you with my whole life. My future is what you choose to make of it. You're the reason why I'm here tonight. I'm ready to give you the gift I can give to only one man. I love you with all my heart. Today is the day you promised me would come. Make me your woman, Jack."

"Drink up," Woody suggested and tipped his can. I guzzled the last swallows of my beer and clinked the empty can down on the table. He rose and held out his hand to me. "Come to bed, my love."

Grabbing my purse, I told him, "I have somethin' I wanna wear. Go ahead an' undress. I'll be right out." In the bathroom, I removed all my clothes and put on the nightgown and panties. A dab of perfume touched to each earlobe completed my preparations. Checking my appearance in the mirror, I saw the girl who had been looking back at me all my life, now attired in her virgin vestment. "Goodbye, Bubby," I whispered. I turned and went to my lover.

As I stood at the foot of the bed, Woody looked me over slowly and smiled. I trembled with excitement. Pulling my shoulders back, my hands lifted the sides of my airy gown as if to curtsey, raising the hem to show him my lacy panties. Woody's eyes feasted on the woman standing before him and swallowed hard. He held out his hand to me and I went to him, sliding under the sheet he held aside, and snuggling against his body. His arms wrapped around me and his eyes looked softly into my soul.

"I've been waiting a long time for this," he whispered, echoing his declaration from a long time ago, and then he kissed me sweetly. His soft lips felt divine; our tongues danced delightfully. We kissed for long minutes before he progressed. With loving tenderness, he kissed and caressed my neck and shoulders. Woody didn't take me on the wild, out-of-control, passion ride to heaven that I had expected. He provided instead, a slow building, methodical boat-ride down a river of desire. Woody was making love to every inch of my body. Wetness flooded my panties and blood filled his penis long before needed.

Warm hands caressed my breasts, my stomach, and my back. Delicate fingertips touched every nerve, making me wiggle and squirm with delight. Eventually, Woody lifted my nightgown off me and his lips repeated every caress. Using his mouth, he played with my nipples until my breath was gasping through my open mouth. I felt his hand slide inside my panties and across my clitoris. Like a bow drawn across a violin string, his finger vibrated my love-nub to his orchestration.

Soon, he knelt at my feet and peeled my panties down past my hips. Touching and squeezing my legs, he ratcheted my last virginal covering down my legs to my ankles. Lifting one leg out of the lace, he kissed my foot and under my calf before repeating the caress on my other leg. Crawling up between my legs, he planted kisses along his journey to my waiting vulva.

When he hovered over my splayed womanhood, his fingers spread my labia and his hot breath huffed on my clit. I was moaning with desire and encouraging my lover.

"Oh, Jack, Darlin'. I love what you're doing."

His mouth dropped suddenly on me and his tongue plowed into my clit and punched it around. Wet, wild, wanton passion was about to explode within me when his head pulled away.

His kisses continued up my stomach and between my breasts until his body settled on top of me and his hard penis pressed against the opening of my vagina. Woody rocked his hips and worked the swollen head into the threshold. I felt pressure against my guardian of virtue and then he paused. Opening my eyes, I found him looking at me with adoration.

"I truly love you, Sandy," he professed.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his lips to mine. The pressure between my legs increased, and with a sudden burning tear, his penis slid inside my body. A whimper slipped from my throat and I clutched his body tightly.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"Yes. Gimme a second. The pain is going away," I said as I clung to him. Soon, I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his hips.

"Gimme your love, Jack. I'm yours for as long as I live."

Slowly, our bodies learned the dance of love. His manhood was finally inside me where I had waited so long for him to be. It felt exciting, exquisite, fulfilling. I could fill pages listing adjectives and not say enough about how good it felt having Woody make love to me.

Each plunge of his cock buried into my love-tunnel pushed my passion higher and higher. As he pulled back, my pelvis chased his, my sex clutching to hold him. When his cock drove back in, my legs opened wide in welcome, until he slammed against my cervix. Sensations inside my vagina released hot desire, making me lift my hips and rock with ecstasy.

I was crying out, "Oh Woody, more, more, give me more. Harder. I love it. You're really loving me at last."

My orgasm exploded with waves of heat burning in my blood. I knew he was watching me writhe and dance on his cock but I lost control of my body and shamelessly fucked myself on his magnificent man-meat.

Running out of steam, I fell back on the bed. Still one with my body, Woody started a new rhythm. He pulled almost completely out of me and then with a steady push, slid slowly deep inside. With each slow deliberate stroke, I felt the ridge of his cockhead squeezing through my vagina.

My passion was on the rise again and Woody began to grunt with pleasure. I watched my lover lifting his chin, tilting his head back, enjoying each plunge into me. My vagina contracted and pulled on him. Faster and faster, his penis pistoned into me. Together we blasted off, his hot semen squirting deep, deep inside me, my whole body clutching him, taking his love serum.

Woody fell on me in blissful exhaustion. I marveled at the distinct sensation of his cock still inside me while little orgasm aftershocks shuddered through me. I felt so totally loved, a feeling that transcended the physical satisfaction. I was grateful that God had given me the man of my dreams who could make my heart sing with joy and my body rock with passion. Years of waiting to be his lover were finally over. I was totally his, now and forever.

When we lovebirds finally climbed out of our nest, I saw a towel spread out where I had laid. Woody must have planned ahead. A small spot of red the size of a quarter and a few pink smears testified to our first union. Showering together, streaks of blood rinsed off Woody's penis and from my vulva.

Afterward, we lay naked face to face while talking about our first lovemaking experience. We agreed the long years of waiting were worth the passion we shared now, that we both had chosen the right partner to discover the wonders of satisfying sex.

Little kisses exchanged became hot again. Pressing our bodies close, we squirmed into an intimate position. Woody was so hard and I was so wet that without any conscious effort, his cock slid into me again and I wrapped myself around him. Our bodies fit together perfectly. I could feel him filling my vagina, the sensation so divine and exciting. Passion produced solely by penetration became the rocket ride I expected earlier. With increasing tempo, Woody pounded himself deep into me until we exploded in an intense fireball of pleasure. Sex for us was forevermore going to be satisfying and complete.

We eventually dressed and left the motel awhile to stop by the NCO Club for a couple of dances and a drink. I had to deal with a new sensation, Woody's semen oozing out of me, slickering my panties. One of our favorite songs played and while dancing pressed together, our ardor rose again.

Quickly departing the club, we returned to the motel room that still smelled of sex. We enjoyed a rip-roaring fuck that was more than thirty minutes of hard pounding copulation and four or five orgasms on my part before Woody poured more seed into me. Already, we were experimenting with variations of the missionary position. My legs had been reaching skyward with him kneeling behind them. Both of us enjoyed the visual aspect of our passion, fascinated to watch his cock disappearing into the wet folds of my sex.

In the end, I was sore, bruised probably, but so damn satisfied you couldn't wipe the smile off my face. I was a woman now and I loved sex. The scariest part of sex that I heard about as a child was the most exciting part I experienced as an adult. I loved Woody inside me. It felt so righteous. My night in Prince Charming's castle, in the Prince's bed, eventually ended. We had another can of warm beer before he took me back to his parents' motel room about 2 a.m.

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Saturday, we had a picnic at a park high up in the mountains. Mom and Dad were with us along with Matt and Paula. Woody and I were still flushed with excitement from our lovemaking. We couldn't get enough hugs, kisses, and handholding, acting so lovey-dovey that everyone noticed. Matt once told us to "get a room" and Paula whispered something to him that made him clam up. Later, Paula asked me if Jack had proposed marriage yet. I said no and she responded, "He will. I can tell."

Mom, too, noticed the difference in our actions. "You guys are getting pretty serious, aren't you?"

"You think so? Aren't we always like this?" I tried to deflect her.

"I'm not blind, honey. He's different, focused totally on you. You glow when he's around."

"What do you think it means?"

She studied me a moment before answering. "I think you're going to be my daughter-in-law soon."

Wow. Two people looked at us and talked about marriage. Marrying Jack would be the best thing I could hope for but that wasn't our immediate plan. I was only concerned with enjoying newfound passions with my lover.

Sunday, my last day in El Paso, we stayed at his parents' motel all day, hanging around the pool. I didn't go in the water, didn't even put on my suit.

Jack inquired, "Got your friend?"

I confirmed my period had started.