Katelyn and Maurice slowly rocked to a stop as their orgasms ended. She laid her front down against him, head resting on his chest. Then she tossed her head back, hair whipping around, and they looked at each other rapturously, pupils wide open as they took each other in.
“I’m so happy we’re married!”, she said with a soft volume. “I’ve got the most gorgeous husband!”
“That was really good, really interesting. I wouldn’t have had you without that ceremony. You’re so beautiful and have a great body, and you’re already learning to make love so well. Feel how quick and good you brought me off?”
“I don’t understand everything that just happened. I just know that felt so fabulous, and I’m glad I can make you happy. It feels like you’ve got so much more penis, though- you’re so huge! Was that OK?”
“More than OK! That’s the usual for my women, not just virgins, You’ve already got almost half of me, though- that’s pretty good. You must be excited and right for me.”
Katelyn fell silent for a moment; she had regained her awareness of the wedding party. “What do we do now?” Then she said in a true whisper, “I want you for myself; I don’t want these other people here.”
“I have an idea what to do,” Maurice replied. He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up to him; when they kissed, his cock barely stayed inside her. Those sitting in the front pews could see the full length and thickness of his astonishing cock, now slick with their sex; a mix of vaginal juices and sperm were distributed up and down his shaft, and his cock head could be seen holding her pussy open. Then he pulled her up higher and enjoyed Katelyn’s breasts with his mouth. His cock fell out of her now; thick clots of sperm fell out with it.
“You really like them, huh?,” she asked. “I thought the boys liked them big.”
“They’re so fucking sexy. They’re you. Don’t change.” He resumed his kissing and sucking of her tits for a few more moments, brought her back town to kiss her mouth again, and laid her back down onto his torso. Handing her the small lube bottle, Maurice said, “Slick me up again so I can slide into you some more.”
“How? I don’t know if I can do your high streaming thing.”
“Put a little stream in your palms, then stroke it on my tip and top of my shaft.”
This is how their second lovemaking began. Katelyn remounted him, and Maurice let her stay there for the entire ride. Everyone could see the little woman learning how to pleasure herself on her black man’s rod: Maurice, Katelyn, the wedding party. She had five orgasms on him this time, and the last was met by his own tossing yet again. She laid flat against him to catch her breath, then pulled off him and let her hands explore his body.
“So hot. If you were smaller, you could totally be a male gymnast. You’ve got the build for it. That torso, man. That killer V with your lats and shoulders. You look great when I’m on top of your big dick.”
“Well, we’re both superfine for each other, then.” He let her touch him all over for another minute, then let his hands begin their own work.
The spectators were hypnotized by these astonishing acts of love. The young woman had grown slightly from the earlier gym meet which had reacquainted Maurice with her body beautiful, but their size difference was still monstrous. So was their color; he rolled Katelyn’s white stockings off her legs and peeled away her panties. Her fully naked body looked an even chalkier color of light yellow in contrast with her tremendous husband’s jet-black skin, which glowed with a light sheen of sweat as he began their third lovemaking straight away.
His mouth brought her off once more, and kept her little cunt wet enough to take his unmatchable cock yet again. This love happened with Katelyn back on her back, her flexible gymnast legs wrapped around the sides and backs of Maurice’s thighs as he ran his dick inside her. He felt the desire to cum quickly again, but he had plans and they spoke of the need to leave his wife wrung out after this one.
He brought her to more orgasms, multiple ones this time; God, she was glorious! Then, his cock began driving deeper inside, opening her more thoroughly, leaving her squealing with the increased pain. He would retreat then, bring Katelyn off again, then retake the extra inch of her, bringing her to screams next as he increased the speed of his strokes. He only gave Kate enough pleasure, enough orgasms, to keep her able and willing to accept this more grueling form of love. Fifteen, twenty minutes, yet another inch of depth; Maurice fucked away, slowing his strokes only when his delicious girl was on the verge of bringing him off.
Finally, Kate’s urgent moans of pleasure and cries of pain, the caresses of her tight body as her arms and legs wrapped themselves around him, these retreated with her exhaustion. It was time; Maurice made his strokes rapid fire at the end as he tossed another potent load inside his wife. His cock head was already feeling delightfully, exquisitely sensitive as this sex ended; this was a particularly great feeling when combined with his knowledge that the day was still young.
He had finished with his body towering over his diminutive wife, pressing her body against the church stage floor, her face reflecting bliss, confused surrender and a tinge of fear as it faced the crowd, caught between Maurice’s writhing torso and the floor. He shouted out with his pleasures, left his cock buried at its deepest yet as their strange afterglow lingered, yanked his glistening, ragingly hard rod out of Kate, kissed her again, whispered “pretty rose petal mouth” as he finished, dragged his lips down her body, lingered at her vagina.
Then, Maurice rolled over, a few feet to the right of the stage, his legs draped over the stage stairs, his cock still standing straight up as he laid back, resting on his elbows, eyeing his women in the crowd, one after another. He loved Katelyn, this he knew, but there were standards to be set, expectations to be met.
“I need to be sucked off!”, he bellowed to the party.