Ella - [COMPLETE]

Chapter 2

Cecil would have probably looked better in the wedding dress than she did, she remembered thinking. She struggled to make her wide shoulders and boxy hips fit into the tight, thin fabric. On her wedding day, she was convinced that she looked like an absolute fool, and what was worse, she spent the entire day at Cecil's side.

They hadn't gotten the chance to speak much, as was custom, but she listened to the way that he spoke to his family members and friends during the wedding reception. He seemed kind, she would give him that, and good-hearted, but those things didn't interest her in a lover. She preferred her wrestling matches with Saxton, the sparring by the river, the manly grunts he gave when she took him in her mouth. Cecil seemed to pure for all of that, too polite.

The Atteberry family accompanied them to their bedroom, as was custom, to bless their wedding night and, of course, the consummation. Ella did not like the idea of her new family watching her in a sheer nightgown, climbing into bed with their son, it was uncomfortable to say the least. But once the prayer was said, the blessing given, the Atteberry family shuffled out of the room, the servants blew out the candles, and she and Cecil were lying side by side.

"Beautiful ceremony, wasn't it?" Cecil said.

"Yes."

"Glad that it's over with, at the same time," he said.

Ella smiled. "I am too," she said. "Glad to be out of that giant dress. I felt so silly."

"You looked beautiful," Cecil turned his head toward her to say. "I'm just glad to no longer be watched by a thousand eyes of my loving relatives."

They talked for some time, and Ella began to realize that Cecil was fairly level-headed. Still, that didn't make him attractive, it certainly didn't fill her chest up with butterflies, or coat her thighs with wetness. Especially when, after their conversation began to die down he said, "So I suppose they're expecting us to consummate, uh, well... you know..."

Ella blushed, tried to hide her annoyance.

"Have you ever been with a man before?"

Ella blinked, turning her face away.

"It's alright if you have," Cecil said. "Christina was giving me advice about my wedding night, and she said plenty of women have been with men before getting married. I had no idea."

"Have you ever been with a woman?"

Cecil laughed a little. "No."

She turned to face him, rolling onto her side. "I have been with a man," she said. "If I'm being truthful." She found her hand crawling toward his thigh, desperately curious, but she stopped before reaching his skin. "But we didn't do much, and um--we certainly never consummated anything."

"What did you do?" he asked.

Ella looked shocked that he should even ask. Then, with annoyance, she remembered that this was her husband. He could ask whatever he liked, she supposed. "We kissed, of course," she said. "He took off his trousers, so I know what that all looks like," she said. "And he might have seen a little of what's under my dress."

Something caught her eye, and she turned to look at the sheets covering him, noticing a little bump. Her face immediately flushed with understanding. "Oh!" she said. "You're--"

"Sorry," he said. But the attention brought to his budding erection made him glow hotter. They both watched as his cock angled upward, creating a larger and larger tent between his legs.

At this, Ella admittedly did feel a wetness begin to spread between her legs. The tent in the sheets was huge, and with a blush in her cheeks, she realized that penises could be different sizes, and that Cecil's was nearly double the size of Saxton's. "Is it really that big?" she asked, putting a hand to her chest.

They watched it pump up to its fully erect state, probably seven inches in length. "You can feel it if you'd like," Cecil said, blushing.

Her hand crawled under his nightgown, brushed his skin, fingers trickled over his plump testicles, then gripped onto his shaft. It was fearsome, a true weapon to wield. She gave a short gasp, locking eyes with him as she realized that he was going to thrust that thing inside of her tonight.

He twitched in her grasp, cheeks fully pink. He was imagining himself on top of her, pounding her until she tossed her head back, let out a big moan. He twitched again.

She giggled and slid her hand up and down his shaft. "It's certainly anxious," she said.

"Nervous too," he said through gritted teeth.

"Don't be nervous," she smiled. "What is there to be afraid of?" She began to pull down the sheets, revealing his arced cock and tight balls. She found herself eager to impress him, after all, it was their first night of a very long, very permanent union. There was only one trick she knew, and she figured she had to use it.

She crawled over top of him, gave the head of his penis a swift kiss.

His eyes widened as his cock bounced. "I'm afraid," he muttered. "That--"

She leaned down to give him a nice, long lick.

He could feel his cock stiffening to get closer to her. "I'll--"

Her lips wrapped around his head, started to suck.

His hands gripped the sheets, gave a pull. "I'll--I'll--oh. Oh!"

She shoved his cock in, let it glide on her tongue, let it thrust into her cheek. With a smirk she popped her lips off of him and asked, "That you'll wha--?"

A grunt, followed by an immediate explosion of cum all over her face. Her hand still gripped his member and she could feel it pumping the hot, sticky liquid all over her. His orgasm seemed to last forever, sending three hot wads of cum all over her face and her hair. She was mortified. She immediately wiped her eyes with her hands, squealing in disgust.

"Oh!" she cried. "What was that? How did you--? On our wedding night? You're supposed to go inside me."

His cock spurted a bit on his belly and he sat up on his elbows. "I'm so sorry," he begged. "Please forgive me."

"You were supposed to put that stuff inside me," she said.

"I know, I know, I'm so sorry," he said.

She wiped her face clean with the sheet, gave off another exasperated sigh.

The evening ended rather quickly, with them concluding they could try again in a few minutes, but then falling asleep in exhaustion. Ella only awoke to the feeling of Cecil's erection pressed against her buttocks and hoped that perhaps in the morning, he would have enough stamina to give her a proper consummation.