She grinned wickedly, and turned around, lifting her skirts to reveal the backs of her stockings, the smooth, creamy flesh above, and, finally, her be...autifully round bottom. My heart pounding, I reached forward and pulled down her panties, revealing the blunt, flesh-coloured end of the butt-plug that had been stuffed inside my new wife's asshole since early that morning. The knowledge that this wicked toy had been stretching her ring throughout the ceremony and the reception afterward had been. Her need has been building steadily, and finally reached a point that she begins removing my pajamas. She tries to avoid looking at my stomach or anything further below as she undressed me. Her mind is whirling; she had wondered all night about this very moment, how it would come about and what she will find. Her last boyfriend was of moderate size at best, and she knew there were men with larger cocks, though she had no experience. Finally she moved her hand below my belly and grasped my cock.. It was almost working, I was wet as hell, fingering away but I just couldn't get to the point that makes you gasp, your toes curl and your eyes roll back into your head. There was a big wet stain on the towel I had spread over my chair and I was completely nude except for my usual long T-shirt, which was pulled up, around my middle. I heard a noise in the living room, reluctantly told my online lover that I would be right back and went to see what was happening.It was Lisa my roommate. She was. I felt ugly as I started hollowly back at Megan, the blonde Pandora-like goddess of my dreams.“You never thought it was me? How sad.” She was walking closer to me, trapping me between her and the wall behind me. The smell of roses and musk filled my senses, making me weak. “I saw you staring at me one time in my English class. I thought you were just looking for someone, but when you did it again I figured it out.” Her hand was on my arm, slowly inching its way up to my shoulder. “You know I.