"Wedding Night", by Wayne J Taylor

Can't believe I've never put this one up. It's from the rec.arts.erotica newsgroup, way back in 1994...

(The author's words):

I originally wrote this to bring out the desire in my current girfriend. She Had been a virgin when we met but I was able to show her the joys of sex as we grew to know each other.

I would like to dedicate this first piece to the love of my life, and the person I would like to marry - Farah

The snow fell outside her window as the maiden worked diligently on the wedding dress. Her friend was being wed this weekend and all but a few details were taken care of.

She looked out into the snowy fields to wonder where her lover was. She was waiting in a small three room cottage a fortnights journey from town, cut off from humanity except for a footpath that wound its way through the woods.

The snow had come suddenly, separating them from the wedding party. She and her friend waited for them to arrive. They pondered how long it would be till help arrived, and bring what they most needed.

Still the snow fell. On the eve of the fifth day there was still no sign. Just past noon on the following day there came heavy snorting from the woods. She went to the window to see the head of a massive steed churning its way through the hip deep snow.

She called to her friend to say that he had come. Behind the eight-legged beast was a sleigh piled high with furs and ... a man ... her man. Her heart leapt into her throat. She was not only saved from the elements, she was whole again. He climbed off the sleigh with a bundle under his powerful arm.

He did not need to knock, she was waiting at the door. He entered the half buried cottage with a lusty smile on his face, and a wink from his left eye. He held her in his arms. She was burning in comparison to the cold outdoors.

It had taken days to reach them, but he could not abandon his duties to them. He greeted her friend, whose red hair attracted him ever so slightly.

She had been cold before his arrival due to rationing the firewood from the wood box. He apologized for being late and went out to fetch wood immediately. Before he walked out he said he would soon fix everything! He stabled his steed and brought wood into the cottage.

She put some stew on the fire and prepared for the evening's festivities. After stoking the fireplace he joined the women for dinner. He brought out a bottle and poured them drinks. A toast he made to wish the new bride a happy marriage.

In seconds, the two women fell into a deep sleep. They woke feeling fuzzy, looking at each and were now tied together.

Their wrists were secured by soft leather manacles, comfortable yet restraining, and secured to a rope that was slung over a rafter almost suspending them from the floor. If they stretched they could just touch the floor with their toes.

She looked around and saw him, sipping from a tankard. She said nothing, nor did her friend. He put it down and walked over to the pair whose bodies were pressed together. The room was warmer now, almost sultry.

She realized from experience that the ceremony had begun. Her friend however asked what was going on. Her friend explained that she was to be married soon and she begged to be left 'pure' for her beloved. He smiled and said that he would not be touching either of them.

He said that they would be released as soon as it was over. He walked over to them and pulled two necklaces from his pocket. Each suspended a single clear stone.

He opened the claps of the first and secured a necklace around her friend's neck. The chain constricted and tightened. He placed the second around her neck. She felt the cord tighten as it shrank mysteriously.

Her friend tried to kick at him but only lost her balance and dropped to her knees, pulling the other off the floor. The soft leather manacles held through the sudden jerk applied to them. Her friend stood back up and allowed the other to reach the floor.

He pulled out a ring with the same curious stone affixed to it and showed it to the helpless pair. When he slipped it on it turned pale yellow and clicked. She noticed her friend's stone turn pale yellow and heard both of their stones click.

A wash of heat splashed over her face, shoulders, arms, legs and centering on her private parts. Her breasts swelled, nipples erect and she felt wetness between her legs. She was glad to be wearing her deerskins that concealed the changes. That was when she noticed the same changes taking place within her friend.

He said to them that their feeling would go away when its wearer climaxes. She felt dampness on her leg and realized that she was being stimulated by the stone.

He walked over to the pair and pulled out a long knife. He held it to her friends throat. With his other hand he reached down to her friend's waist and removed the belt. Then he pulled loose the clasp just beneath the knife. He pulled away a silk blouse to reveal two erect nipples and a chest that was flushed.

He then pulled away the skirt that surrounded two silky legs. The girls were now standing nipple to nipple, one naked the other soon to be. He removed the knife from her friend's throat. She looked down to avoid looking at her friend's closed eyes to see two knees moving back and forth in quick strokes. There was a glistening stream running down her friend's inner thighs.

He held the knife now at her throat, keeping her very still, while he robbed her of her clothed. The stone on his finger was green now.

She felt hot between her legs. Her nipples were pressed against her friend's. She couldn't help but brush against them. Her friend's necklace was now pink.

Her skin crawled. He stood behind her and ran the fingers of his right hand up the inside of her left thigh, as he had done a hundred times before. He walked over to his bundle an pulled out a polished and shiny tool. There were two belts attached to it, one at either end.

Then he walked over to the fire, stroking the tool and telling them this could take a while. She had never felt passion this strong in all her life. She did not understand the power of the stones nor did she resent it. She could not hold back any longer and pressed her legs together to help satisfy her need. The need to be penetrated. Her arousal was complete. All her muscles were working together to bring her satisfaction. She looked up to avoid eye contact with her friend.

She noticed that there was a pulley between the rafter and the rope, allowing it to move easier. She felt a warm tongue where the knife had been. She realized that it was her friend. The feeling was exquisite! A wave of heat propagated from her neck to the area between her legs. Her legs gave out, momentarily, raising her friend off the floor; her ear.

She raised herself immediately causing their breasts to be smashed together. Causing another wave to propagate.

He walked over to them, carrying the tool. It had concentric grooves, evenly spaced along the two foot pole. He fastened one of the belts around her friends waist. He stood beside them. The pole hung behind her friend with the other belt dangling on the floor. He lifted the shaft in his right hand and passed it between the girls legs. With his other hand he reached behind her for the available belt.

Her friend screamed out as the pole was brought up to part her lips. She noticed that her friend's legs were soaked and gleaming, reflecting the firelight. She felt the light thin leather being placed around her full hips. The bar was pulled into her own crevice as the clasps were drawn tight. She couldn't hold back the scream from her own lips.

The bar was hot and so was she. The grooves pressed into her like someone had measured for a perfect fit. The humps were to press into every fold of her skin. He breath came fast as her breasts heaved, constantly pressing into her friend's.

Her friend pulled down and she was lifted from the floor. He full weight was on her wrists and the bar that was between her legs. Her friend was grinding herself against the bar with knees moving back and forth slowly. She felt her friend's lips around her left nipple. Current flowed between them and the shock was concentrated between her legs. Her necklace was turning pink. Her head was tilted back, mouth open gasping for air.

She was caught off guard when he placed something in her mouth. It was tube shaped. She opened her eyes to see him holding a carafe for her to drink from. He slowly tilted it allowing fluid to enter her mouth. Its bitter taste caused her to spit it out on the floor. He pressed the tube into the back of her mouth and filled her throat with the fluid, forcing her to swallow. Her vision blurred then her head fell. She saw her friend's stone flash and turn purple.

Her friend screamed and shuddered against the pole. It was being pushed and pulled hard between her legs. Her thoughts were scattered. The elixir was working its magic on her. It ran right through to forth dripping from the bar.

She wouldn't hold out any longer and she too started working her hips to and fro against the belt that held the pole. The two friends worked harmoniously against the bar. They would push and pulled against it to get the maximum distance from each stroke. Her head buzzed, felling side effects from the elixir he had made her swallow. She felt wave after wave of pleasure pass through her for hour after hour. Somehow she was held back from that final climax that would relieve the tension that was so violent within her. Late into the night the two women writhed against the bar, unable to sleep. She licked and sucked her friend's breasts. In the early hours of the mourning the girls were begging to be relieved.

Somehow she had to get him involved or their magical arousal would not abate. Please fill me she begged. Her friend echoed her words. They begged him.

He said they were not quite ready for him. He ate breakfast. All the while the girls were erotically stimulating each other uncontrollably. Hour after hour passed with the two being magically held back from climax. There were no clear thoughts in her head any longer, just animal desires. Her nerves had been pushed to the limit for so long she thought she would die. Every nerve in her body had one function: deliver pleasure to produce climax. Every brush, every stroke caused infinite pleasure and near climax.

He got up and walked over to the pair of naked beauties. He watched the two continuously writhe against the pole. He reached out to her and squeezed her nipples, twisting them. She saw spots before her eyes and heard ringing in her ears. He stroked her sides and said soon he would relieve her.

He placed heavy furs ten inches thick under the pair. He released the belt from around her waist and warm air flowed into her as the barrier was taken from between her legs. Then he unfastened the belt from around her friend's waist. She tried to wrap her leg around his and pull him close. He released the manacles that held the two girls and they fell to the floor from exhaustion.

He carried her friend to the first bedroom. He came out and pulled the door closed behind him. He carried a flask over to her. He took a mouthful from it and pressed his mouth against hers. She drank from

The cabin door opened and her friend's betrothed walked in asking if his bride was ready. He told the groom that she was now ready to consummate their marriage. The groom picked up the wedding dress and carried it into the bedroom.

He kissed her heavy and full on the lips. She met his kiss and smiled asking to be filled now. She whispered in his ear that she was more than ready for him. He expressed his sorrow for the wait but hoped the wedding ceremony wasn't too hard on her. She explained that it was him that was hard and that she knew just what to do.

He reminded her of their wedding night and how she had felt after being taken for the first time. Now your friend is in your old shoes and is being taken for the first time.

She said they had talked enough and that she had to be releaved. She removed his clothes and jumped on top of him. She was still soaked from the long night and wet with anticipation. She kissed him and lowered herself over his erect member. They made passionate love in front of the fire until his stone turned red and so did hers. He reminded her that she could take off her necklace now but she declined saying she wasn't done yet.

I hope this got as kind a response from your honeys as it did from mine!