Memoirs Of A Young Victorian Lady - Volume IIIChapter 12: Our Wedding free porn video
I slept late the next morning, so late in fact that rather than my awakening James pleasantly, it was he who awoke me in such a fashion. I climbed from the depths of my slumber with a mounting feeling of pleasure, and by the time my eyes fluttered open, they did so to look around with considerable joy. James had carefully pulled the sheets from me and pushed me onto my back, then had spread my legs apart and crawled down between them. He smiled up at me from their juncture, where he was licking, and winked at me.
“Ummm, I like waking like this,” I commented as I stretched and luxuriated in his attentions. “Do this more often and I might just marry you.”
James laughed at this, then dove forward, to lick and suckle ferociously at the quim protruding redly from the folds of my cunny. I shrieked at this assault, gasping and panting with my excitement as he relentlessly drove me to the most intense peaks of passion imaginable, yet then he took me beyond, to an almost unendurable pleasure that had me thrashing weakly, clawing at the bedsheets as I spent, over and over.
Finally, James relented as I had to practically pull his silvery locks away from my cunny. “Fuck my cunny James! Fuck your cock into me now!” I demanded.
James’ face glistened with my juices as he grinned wildly, and as he drew his knees up to crawl closer, his manhood was red and rampant, eager to penetrate my depths. He pushed my legs wide and pulled them upwards, so that my knees were practically touching my boobies, then tucked his arms beneath them. I eagerly positioned his magnificent cockhead, swelling forth from his foreskin, at the entrance to my love, and he thrust forward, leaning inward so that my legs were forced up and back. I strained to open myself up to him as he plunged into my very depths, crying out incoherently as he fucked into me, his cock swelling with each thrust, until he could stand no more and he exploded, the seed a red-hot gusher into me.
James was panting as deeply as I as he collapsed atop me and we untangled our limbs, to cuddle and snuggle together in the afterglow of our passion. I was careful to maintain the closest contact with James so that his manhood, softening from its recent efforts, stayed inside me. He propped himself up on his elbows and leaned closer to kiss my lips, so I wrapped my legs around his waist to hold him in position, then began to tighten and relax the muscles of my canal of love. This was something I had practiced frequently with my beloved, and he almost always enjoyed the attentions.
This morning was no different. I felt James slowly begin to stiffen within me, and he looked down at me with a smile. “Caroline, my dear, you are the most wanton of harlots! Why, if you continue in this way, I shall have no recourse but to give you a good fucking as a punishment.”
I responded by thrusting my bosom up towards his lips and rocking my hips in conjunction with my inner movements. “We’ll just have to see about that! Are you sure that you are man enough to punish me? You are such an older man, after all. Maybe I need to go borrow Little David from Mrs. Pembleton, to get some more vigor?”
With that, James laughed loudly and began thrusting fiercely into my grasping cunny, pummeling his loins against mine. I shrieked as I spent, and my punishment was indeed a marvelous fucking, and I was gasping by the time James spewed his love into me.
We were giggling as we left the bed with the sheets strewn willy-nilly from the morning’s and previous evening’s passions. We retired to our separate baths to bathe and dress for the day, and it occurred to me that I could no longer count the time until I was wed in days but was now able to count it in hours! I shivered with excitement as I dressed in a simple dress, stockings, and shoes, then joined my fiancée to go down and enjoy a late breakfast.
You can well imagine my surprise when we opened the door to the hallway to discover that one of the maids was kneeling at Siobhan’s door, her eye to the keyhole, while another girl waited halfway down the hall, attempting to suppress her giggling with a hand across her mouth. James and I stared at this scene in amazement until the kneeling girl noticed us, then she motioned us forward with a finger to her lips and crawled backwards.
Mystified, I knelt to the keyhole and stared inside. The keyhole was sufficiently large, and the angles and distances were adequate that I was able to see clearly what was occurring beyond the door. Uncle Wally, or so I presumed, since I could not see his face, was laying upon his back. Siobhan was kneeling astraddle his waist and was riding his cock as if it was August and she was a jockey at the Saratoga races! Uncle Wally was groaning contentedly at this treatment, and his moans of pleasure had his characteristic melodic baritone, so I was sure it was him. Additionally, I must comment that Uncle Wally seemed sufficiently endowed so as to give either James or Harry competition.
I backed away with a look of shocked amusement upon my face, and James bent down to peek through the keyhole. He quickly stood with a maniacal grin upon his countenance and led all of us downstairs. “Good Lord!” he exclaimed quietly.
“There seems to have been a truce declared,” commented Angela with a titter.
Livvie snickered as well. “They must be exchanging prisoners!”
James snorted at this, and I asked with a laugh, “I am guessing that you two are not the only ones who know?”
Both girls laughed loudly at this. “Good heavens, the pair of them have been going at it all night long! They ran down for breakfast in their bathrobes and then ran back upstairs afterwards. I hope they get it out of their systems by tomorrow, or he won’t be walking you down the aisle and she won’t be standing next to you when you get there!” said Livvie.
I blushed at this and laughed. The end of the war was the most amazing and amusing event of the day, and by lunch it was the talk of the household. By mid-afternoon, Siobhan had discovered that their antics were being watched through the keyhole and had thrown it open angrily, to confront a thoroughly unrepentant Bessie and Jenny. Then she had slammed the door shut, thrown a towel across the keyhole and closed the draperies tight, and returned to her lover. The two girls reported to everyone that the room reeked of passion and that the bedclothes were practically destroyed, and also that Major Sir Wallace Haversham was still able to uphold the honor of the British Empire in a fine and spirited manner and had not yet lowered his flag.
On this final day before my nuptials, I finally came to realize just how much assistance Siobhan was providing me, because she was nowhere to be found when instruction was necessary! Instead, she stayed out of sight, along with my erstwhile guardian, and I was forced to handle the final swarm of last-minute details on my own. Worst of all was that only Siobhan understand all the little details, so that I was required to either learn quickly or guess wildly. James proved quite useless at this, since he was tied up in last minute business meetings of his own, and promptly learned to be elsewhere whenever a last-minute decision was required.
Later that evening I forced a penance upon my beloved, one that he had not been expecting. We had finished our last unwed supper, a rather unruly affair attended by all the guests staying with us, and even by Siobhan and Uncle Wally. The loudly stated opinion of the entire household was that Siobhan had finally worn him down to a nub, and that Uncle Wally needed immediate nutrition. This caused considerable laughter by all but Siobhan and Uncle Wally. Instead, Siobhan denounced everyone else wildly, though Uncle Wally blushed furiously. I should note that after dinner, they managed to retire upstairs carrying several bottles of wine and some generous slices of lemon meringue pie.
Once our pie was finished, I led James into his study and poured us both small glasses of wine as well. James smiled as he sipped, then grinned as I turned the key in the lock and pulled the draperies closed. “Darling, why don’t we simply go to bed?” he asked. “Nobody will hear us from there in case we get, shall we say, rambunctious.”
I kissed my fiancée gently, rising on my toes to do so, then parted slightly and refilled our glasses. “A marvelous thought, James, but we cannot, at least not tonight.” I pushed him towards an armchair and he sat down, then I settled myself onto his lap, seated sideways.
James instinctively wrapped an arm around my waist, then asked, “Why ever not?”
“Because, love, if we were to do that, then you know full well that we would not be able to stop until after midnight.” James looked mystified at this, though he did not gainsay me. His raised eyebrows begged me to continue. “Well, surely James, even a confirmed old bachelor like yourself knows that it is bad luck for the groom to see the bride the day of the wedding, before the wedding?”
At this James practically choked on his wine and stopped undoing the buttons down the back of my dress. “Good God! That old wives’ tale! I’m not allowed to see you in your wedding dress, that’s all! I wasn’t planning on seeing you in any dress tonight! Or anything else, at all!”
I laughed at this and stood, to allow my dress to fall to the floor at our feet. James’ eyes feasted on my form, for beneath my dress I had worn nothing but stockings and rather high slippers that strapped around my slim ankles. I kicked the dress aside and stood before him, running my fingers along my body, toying with my boobies and cunny, then I slid to the floor, kneeling before him, and undoing his pants. His massive cock sprang forth and I gingerly ran my hands across it and the sac hanging pendulously beneath, filled to bursting with his seed. “I have no intention of chancing anything, darling. I plan on finishing you off by midnight, then sleeping in my own room tonight. Tomorrow, by the time you awake, Siobhan and I will already be at the church!”
James laughed, but then sighed contentedly as I moved closer and took his cockhead between my lips. I prolonged this pleasant agony for him, suckling him gently but insistently as I carefully massaged his sac and pumped his heated shaft. Finally, he could stand no more, and crying out his pleasure, took my head in his hands and pulled my face closer to his loins, thrusting his manhood to the back of my throat, where he groaned as he spewed his seed towards my belly.
“Now, James, promise that you will stay in your room tonight,” I ordered. I began running my fingers across his arsehole, an event which I had discovered served as the most marvelous aphrodisiac, bringing him to a sturdy revival in very short order.
James practically whimpered as I fondled him. “I promise, I promise! Again, do it again!” I returned my lips to James’ loins. I suckled him twice more that evening before we were through, then we dressed and went to our separate rooms to rest before the big day ahead of us.
The next morning, I was utterly amazed to find that it was Siobhan who awakened me from my blissful slumber. “What in the world are you doing awake?” I cried out softly. “Has Uncle Wally’s cock broken off?”
Siobhan blushed at this. “Sir Wallace was just fine, thank you, and no, it hasn’t fallen off!” she said with a giggle. “Actually, I was so worried about being late that I borrowed three different alarm clocks and set them for over an hour ago.”
“And you only come in now?” I asked curiously.
“Wallace awoke as well.”
I started at this, then smiled as I quite fully understood the implication. “It is a good thing you are coming with me to the church right now,” I replied. “Otherwise, you will be walking down the aisle bow-legged!”
Siobhan turned beet red at this, though she laughed with me. I bathed quickly, and Jenny and Bessie joined us to complete my toilet, helping me to shave my legs, arms, and cunny thoroughly. Most days when we did this, the girls would join with me for an extended session of the love of Sappho, but not this morning; no, we simply cleaned me and dried me.
We all dressed quickly in ordinary clothes, then the three others and I grabbed our formal wear and headed downstairs. We had decided earlier in the week that Siobhan and I would not don our wedding attire until we were at the church itself, and that my maids would come with us to help. In this they were the lucky chosen, for the rest of the housemaids, cooks, servants, and stable hands would stay at the estate to finish preparing for the reception. One of the grooms had a horse and buggy hitched and drove us to the church, then left. We would have various rides provided to return to the mansion later.
We were to be wed in the Bethesda Episcopal Church, which was the closest faith to my own Church of England. I must confess that my beloved was not a very religious man, though he was a good man. He simply considered that Sunday mornings might best be spent pursuing other sorts of pleasures. However, shortly after I moved to the estate, James began volunteering to escort me to church, and that was well before we began to sample exactly what those other diversions might be. Later, after our engagement and we began enjoying those very delights, I managed to explain to my beloved that it was not at all impossible for us to be up and about before church began, especially if I woke him in the pleasant fashion he preferred, and also that a leisurely drive home on a warm Summer or Fall morning could often be extended into a very enjoyable sojourn off the beaten path.
The wedding was scheduled for late morning, and what with bathing, dressing, a quick breakfast, and the ride into town, we arrived in time to see the very first of the guests begin to show. Bessie and Jenny hustled Siobhan and I inside, and we scurried into a small room off the nave. We could but barely fit inside, but there were a pair of coat racks to hold our clothes and a very small water closet to freshen up in, and the room was adequate to our needs if cramped.
Jenny locked the door and Bessie propped a chair below the knob, then Siobhan and I immediately stripped off our clothing. We took turns in the water closet, then began to dress. We first slipped on our stockings, white and sheer and very long, and the garters solved the conundrum of ‘Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue.’ I had purchased a new pair of white garters, and Siobhan brought an old pair of blue; we split them up so that we both had a white and a blue garter. Then we sat and had the girls strap on our slippers, high and white. Finally, we donned our dresses.
I have already described mine. It was a beautiful silk, laced and brocaded, cut sufficiently low in the front to begin to show the valley of my bosom, and much lower in the back. Siobhan’s dress, also made by Mrs. Foraker so that we did not clash, was designed so that Siobhan did not outshine me on this glorious day. This was her idea, not mine, for I had never felt the least twinge of jealousy towards my friend and only wished her the very best of fortune. She was a dear, however, simply saying that today was my day. Her dress was somewhat more sober, cut higher both front and rear, and was in an off-white pearl tone, reflecting her status as a widow.
We were finishing the final touches when a knock at the door set Bessie to the doorway, to discover that the minister’s wife was looking in to see our status. We let her in to the ever more-crowded room, and she gasped as she looked at us. “Good heavens! You look so beautiful!” she said. Turning to Siobhan and the other two girls, she took each by the arms and looked them up and down as well. “All of you! My husband will think the angels are visiting!” I should mention that while my maids were not part of the ceremony, they were both very comely young ladies and had dressed in their finest, which made them quite presentable, indeed!
Mrs. Reverend Playfair announced that everything was ready to proceed. James, Uncle Wally, and Mister Singh had all arrived and were in their proper places, and the guests had crammed into every available nook and cranny of the church. Every pew was packed to overflowing, a number of additional chairs had been used, and several gentlemen were standing to the rear! We looked at each other and grinned, then told her we would be along in ten minutes, no more. She laughed at this, then replied that she would inform the others, and reclaim her seat before it was stolen.
She left and the final touch was made. Bessie gave my hair a last brushing and pulled it together behind me. My normal mode is to wear my hair down, though tied behind me with a ribbon. James loves to run his fingers through it, and when it is tied in this fashion, it does not get in our way when I am riding his cock. Today I disdained the ribbon. Jenny placed my veil, a large sheet of the finest lace netting, atop my head and positioned it, then Siobhan placed a small circlet of silk over it to keep it in place. The girls adjusted it so that it hung down my back, covering my bare back, and it hung somewhat shorter before me, over my face.
“Ready?” asked Siobhan. “There’s no turning back now!” A slight tear was forming in her eye, and I hugged her to me.
“I have been ready since that first day I met James, on the train platform in town.”
Bessie and Jenny hugged me as well, then they opened the doors and scampered out, to find seats. Siobhan and I went out to find our places, and Uncle Wally appeared to offer me his arm, and hug me gently, so as not to disturb my veil. “God, but you look like your mother!” he proclaimed. “I shall never forgive your father for winning her!” He said this with a twinkle to his eyes, for he had once informed us that he and my father had been rivals for my mother’s affections, and that he had lost. I looked at him and was most impressed; he was in what he called ‘full fig’, his finest dress uniform, including a monstrous looking sword. The wedding march commenced, and we assumed our final positions.
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