This story is placed in the first time section. However, it also includes spanking. The characters are both above the age of eighteen. In fact, Nicholas and Miriam are nineteen year-old newlyweds, embarking on a new stage of their lives together. Note, this is a long story, as mine tend to be. However, it can be read in sections rather than all at once. I do hope you enjoy it!
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Nicholas Jones and Miriam Naomi had finally gotten married. It was a really beautiful ceremony, and a day for which they had longed for some time. After all, their wedding actually met something. It meant that they could finally consummate their relationship, their vows, their pledge.
Nicholas and Miriam had taken a purity pledge soon after they began dating. Their mutual respect for one another, for the human body, and for the purity of an honest, deep relationship, was one among many values they shared.
They didn't do drugs. They didn't drink. They didn't smoke, and they faithfully avoided filthy, dirty media. They would never watch Southpark, they abhorred HBO, and they were repeatedly appalled at what they considered to be a steady deterioration of television toward what they viewed as an eventual Sodom and Gomorrah. It seemed like every year another curse word became acceptable for prime time television. Goodness, there was an episode of "30 Rock" in which there was a "MILF Island," on which there were "20 super-hot" thirty-year old mothers and, by the description of even the producer, "50 kids" (many of whom did indeed look like kids). It was really quite shocking, and appalling, that something like that could be shown on television.
And, it was clearly getting worse. According to the Kaiser Family Foundation, 70% of all television shows now contain some sexual content, ranging on average of five sexual scenes per hour, compared with 64% of shows with 4.4 scenes per hour in 2002, and 56% of shows with 3.2 scenes per hour in 1998. It was indeed a slow but sure fall into depravity. References to non-marital sex outnumber sex in the context of marriage by nearly 3 to 1, as indicated in the Parent Televisions Council report. Such references occurred at a frequency of up to 2.5 times per hour from 9 to 10 PM and were even more frequent, up to 4 times per hour during family hour. There were open references to threesomes, partner swapping, oral sex, and sex with prostitutes, in addition to depictions of strippers, references to masturbation, pornography, sex toys, and kinky or fetishistic behaviors, as if all of these things were normal and acceptable.
Of course, it wasn't like Nicholas and Miriam were not themselves human. They had their desires, which at times were rather intense and quite difficult to ignore. Impulses denied can become rather severe. It was like being on a very restrictive diet yet always being around a very scrumptiously tempting tasty dish.
How could Nicholas not desire, adore, and treasure Miriam; her body, as well as her self. She was just so adorable.
Miriam was not some sort of voluptuous sex bomb. Not by any means. She was a diminutive little thing, a really elfish girl, but so terribly pretty. She had large green eyes that often sparkled with a childish gaiety, round pink cheeks (Nicholas loved the sight of her dimples when she smiled), a perky little nose, and rich wavy, curly blonde hair that fell lushly onto her shoulders.
Her breasts were not large. They were in fact at times barely noticeable, as she did not dress to attract attention to them. She wore rather modest, loose blouses, but when a tight sweater was embracing her curves her little round bubbies would drive Nicholas wild. He longed so much to squeeze them, but then, of course, admonished himself for thinking about her in such a disrespectful and debasing manner.
It was perhaps Miriam's innocence that in fact made her all the more appealing, so attractive, and so desirable. She was a coveted treasure, the most delectable desert a man could ever devour. He only had to be patient; very, very patient.
Of course, they did express some degree of physical affection. They would hold hands, hug, and even kiss, and their kisses would at times be so tantalizingly and frustratingly long, both of them becoming breathless with longing once their lips finally separated. At times they decided it was best to hold off, at least temporarily, kissing one another, fearing that their animal desires might overtake them. Nicholas was typically rock hard after one of their kissing sessions, his balls aching for relief.
Nicholas might eventually obtain relief, on his own, albeit not always willfully. He would masturbate. It wasn't like that was real sex, he felt. But, he would also at times try to restrain from masturbating. He enjoyed it a great deal as he was fondling, stroking, and eventually pounding his dick into an explosively wondrous eruption, but would afterward feel guilty, and perverse.
Withholding relief though created another problem, besides simply the intense frustration and unending urges. Well, actually, clearly due to them: he would have wet dreams.
Some of his wet dreams were pretty darned wicked and shocking. They involved apparently unconscious, involuntary fantasies that he could never admit to Miriam. He could hardly admit them to himself. Many of them, of course, involved her, doing all sorts of weird and perverse things with him, or to him. He was usually very ashamed when he awoke. He typically awoke before he had an orgasm, but there were times while he was in fact ejaculating, into his briefs, which was always so fucking fantastic, at least while it was happening. Masturbating to relief was intensely satisfying, but when it happened during a dream, it was like it was entirely real, a perverse and bizarre fantasy that had come to life.
He felt it must be quite unusual for someone his age to have wet dreams (nineteen, same age as Miriam), but then again, most guys his age probably masturbated much more often, especially if they were dating a girl as pretty as Miriam. He tried taking cold showers before he went to bed, but that didn't seem to work.
He would feel so embarrassed and ashamed after his ejaculation dissipated, albeit the orgasm was itself so intensely pleasurable, the image of Miriam in his dream still lingering in his mind: the sight of her receiving a monstrous load on her face; or perhaps in her mouth, cum bursting out through her lips, unable to take it all; or perhaps within her vagina, her arms clinging so tightly against his body as he filled her with his voluminous seed crying with delight as her cunt became engorged and bloated by his spunk; or maybe even up her butt, her mortified face hidden beneath her hands as he gushed and spewed thick sticky globs deep up inside her rectum. Yes, he often felt quite ashamed of himself for having such dreams. But, what control does one really have over one's dreams? They did at least reveal to him how wicked and wanton a person could become.
He found the best method to control them, to avoid having such wicked dreams, and spoiling his briefs, was to masturbate. It was essentially the lesser of two evils. He couldn't avoid one without being overwhelmed by the other.
So, at times he would masturbate before he went to sleep, especially if they had been on a date that evening. He would invariably think of her, seeing her body, imagining how pretty and sexy she would be, all naked, posing for him. He wouldn't actually consciously fantasize about doing it with her. That just seemed too disrespectful, imagining her actually having sex with him. It was like raping her with his mind, forcing her to do things she wouldn't want to do, at least not yet. He would just imagine her in sexy poses. Of course, she also wouldn't really pose in real life for him, but he found it frankly impossible to masturbate without at least thinking of her. Sometimes though, just as he was cumming, his fantasy would extend to her reaching out and touching his exposed penis. He was so terribly ashamed afterward whenever his thoughts went that far, but orgasms do have a tendency to make oneself more primitive and primal, bringing out the worst, the animal, in oneself.
And, Miriam hadn't made it any easier, with her suggestion for how to best deal with the problem, and with her own difficulty in maintaining their pledge of purity.
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Yes, it wasn't that much easier for Miriam. She did not have wet dreams, by any means, but she did have her own, personal yearnings.
She would at times find herself taking a peek at the front of Nick's pants, wondering what must be hidden within, at times wondering if she did in fact notice a bit of a bulge. She would even occasionally, accidentally of course, brush her hand against it, trying to detect its presence.
She would feel rather guilty afterwards. Goodness, a good girl doesn't do that, and what might Nicholas think if he noticed it, if he realized that she was doing it on purpose! She would never be able to explain herself.
Any girl will of course wonder how big her boyfriend is. Size doesn't really matter, not that much. But a girl would like, quite honestly, for her man to be big and strong, in more ways than one.
