Amber the Babysitter 14

I have tried to detail my lust for women from my own experiences. To describe to you what I feel inside. What it's like to go from sexually desiring a divorce attorney, watching lesbian porn, and fingering myself into oblivion to being engaged to a beautiful young woman. I still can't find the words to tell you how absolutely addicted I am to her. Especially sexually. With any of the women I dated. The number of times I have been dripping wet while down on my knees licking a pussy, knowing in time she'd be licking mine, has been sheer excitement. To discover and accept that I no longer wanted to be with men. I didn't need dick. I was lusting for something so different from what I had known.

I call it being pussy crazy. I can't define it any other way. It's like a drug. I couldn't have imagined in my teens or early twenties that I would ever be here. That after sucking cock for almost two decades, getting married, having children, and loving it all. That one divorce, one broken heart, one sexy-ass divorce lawyer, an unexpected single mother, and a host of dreams, fantasies, toys, and videos would have me planning a wedding with a woman. It still blows my mind. And if you think our sex life calmed down after we decided to get married, move in together, and start our lives, you'd be wrong. Like I said in my last story, once we had everyone on our side and we were moving forward, we were like two rabid nymphomaniacs, licking, sucking, fingering, and cumming every chance we could.

After my birthday, we were completely out. Everyone knew. There was no secret lesbian lust going on. No closet love that someone suspected but never could prove. No matter who accepted it, liked it, or supported it, we were moving forward. I held completely firm to the belief that this was our fate. I wasn't pushing for a wedding to be some pink-haired liberal agitator, or be boisterous. I was planning a wedding with her because I was in love. I knew I liked lesbian sex. I loved licking pussy. I was ready to take that step. And so was she.

The day we went dress shopping together was an amazing feeling. Something I never suspected I would ever do again. While changing and trying on different dresses, I got so aroused and wet that I had to take my panties off. Of course, after I slid them off, and with each new dress I tried on, I'd flash Amber when the sales lady wasn't looking, letting her know I was bottomless and horny. I think if we could have had sex right there in the boutique, we would have. She didn't take her panties off, but she would flash me as well. It was like a game. To get each other so aroused while wedding dress shopping.

When our time there was over, we never told each other which dress we were going to wear at the altar. That was going to be a surprise on our wedding day. But we had a shit load of fun trying them on. Minutes after we left the store, still parked in the oversized parking lot of the supercenter that held the dress store, Amber's fingers were in my pants. She was leaning over the center armrest whispering out words of love and excitement as she teased my clit, getting me wetter than I already was. I think somewhere in the mix of our relationship, I turned her into a nymphomaniac, because I have to tell you, she was always ready to fuck. Of course, it wasn't long until we were both leaning towards one another, deeply kissing, while we had our hands down each other's pants. We quickly fingered each other to orgasm in the front seat of my car, licking our fingers when we were done. It's almost customary for us to get each other off at any given moment.

We went through all the rigmarole of planning a wedding--the flowers, the venue, the DJ, the photographer, and all eight bridesmaids. There was no "best man." We found a very open, sexually friendly church and a licensed minister who was willing to marry two women. We put every bit of our time, money, energy, and life into making this a great wedding, and it went off without a hitch.

The night before the wedding, she went home. She still believed in the old adage that "a man doesn't see his bride the night before the ceremony." I tried explaining we were two women, and she lived here. There weren't any secrets, but she felt she needed to go home and spend one last night with her parents. I, on the other hand, took advantage of having no children in a house to myself. I thought about her all night. I prayed to the lord for us to be together always. Thanked him for her. Begged of him to make me never want a dick again. To have her lust after me, the way I lust after her. To be two, pussy loving women who can't get enough. Of course, thinking, all that, saying all that, and visualize all that made me so horny, I had to finger myself.

The next morning, our day had arrived. As tedious as planning this whole thing was, and considering the amount of money we had spent, it was our day. I walked down the aisle first. My dress was white, off-the-shoulder, and had a smaller train than most blushing brides. My bridesmaids stood behind me, and Amber's were on the other side. Since this was her first wedding, I wanted it to go off as perfectly as possible. When the music started playing and the rear doors of the church opened, Amber stood holding a set of flowers in her hands. Her arms were lightly covered in long, silky gloves, and her hair was up. The veil was over her face. The long flowing white dress, with a train a mile long. Her father walked her down the aisle, and as much as I still think he was leery of "giving his daughter to this woman," he said the words he needed to, let me take her and guide her to the altar.

We both repeated the vows the minister asked us to, sliding the rings onto our fingers. We both promised to love and honor each other. When the minister said, "You may kiss the bride," I lifted her veil and softly kissed her lips, whispering, "I love you."

We walked back down the aisle, woman and woman. We cried tears of joy, held hands, and were both covered in sweat from nervousness and the hot day we had chosen to get married. After the bombardment of pictures together, with our family, and a few chugging bottles of water, it was our time to drive to the reception.

As we entered our limo, I demanded that the driver put up the partition. We kissed deeply. We were finally alone. We were free from the crowds, our families, the photographer, and all the people who stayed at the church to be part of our day. As I kissed my new bride, I felt an excitement I hadn't felt since she graduated from college. As much as we were both hot, tired, and overburdened by our dresses, I wanted her.

I got on my knees, lifted her dress past her thighs, spread her legs apart, slid her panties to the side, and started kissing my way up her inner thighs. As horny as she usually is for sex, anytime I want it, Amber whispered out, "Here?" as if she was questioning my timing.

"Yes, here." Was my reply. "I want my wife's pussy."

I dove in further, licking her from slit to clit and began working my mouth over every inch of her pussy. I licked, sucked and swirled my tongue over every inch, holding her panties aside, as she grabbed her tits over her dress, moaning out, until she came all over my face.

I was even hornier for her at that moment than I could remember, and raising that wedding dress to eat pussy made me soaking wet. I wanted to make her cum as a new bride. I wanted to please her in any way I could. I bet if we had more time from the church to the reception hall, I would have had her naked, and been eating her out from behind while I fingered myself to orgasm.

I was just about getting ready to start the process all over and make her cum again, when we heard the driver yell, "2 minutes to the hall."

Amber pulled me up for a long, deep kiss and whispered, "When this night is over, I am going to eat my wife's pussy so hard, you're going to beg me to stop."

We both got situated, adjusted ourselves, and entered the reception hall. Our wedding reception was wild. There were hours of partying, eating, drinking, and celebrating. We tripped over each other's dresses during our first dance together. Everyone seemed to have a blast. Food and drink were flowing, and as the night wound down and people started to leave, we were off to the hotel before boarding our flight to Aruba the next morning.

Once we got situated in our room, we were both exhausted, but - as selfish as it sounds - we started going through all the cards, getting the cash and checks out. We hadn't even taken our dresses off before we started rolling around the bed, which was covered in money, kissing, touching, and having our private moment.

When I stood up from the bed, Amber unzipped my dress, letting it fall to the floor. When I stepped out of the pile of material, it was exciting and almost embarrassing to be standing there in my bra and panties, nylons, and two-inch heels as she rose from the bed. As if she were judging my undergarments, which I wore for her on our special day. When Amber slid off the bed, she stood in front of me, unzipped her dress, pulled off her bra, and gave me a look I will never forget.

Amber smiled at me and whispered, "I want to eat my wife's pussy."

She pushed my bridal panties down, as she knelt down before me, cocked her head backwards and dove in between my legs harder than she ever had before. I spread my legs as far apart as I could while her tongue pleasured me to erotic heights that made me shake. Her tongue felt so wet, warm, and thicker than it ever had before. Her eyes gazed up at me, as her mouth pleasured my pussy. I came two times, before I even guided her up from her knees, only to kiss her deeply as the touching and petting continued. We kept using phrases like "My new wife, or my bride," to each other, just to make the moment more exciting.

Just before I laid her down on the bed to make love to her, Amber said something to me she hadn't said in a while, and something I'll never forget. Amber spoke;

"Jillian Marie Donner, I love you. I want to be yours forever. I am your wife, your lover, and your biggest fan. I want to take your last name. I want your heart, your soul, your family, your kids, and your body, and make them mine forever. I want you to make love to me as often as we can, I want to every inch of your skin, your smile, tits and your pussy. I am a lesbian, and today, I married the love of my life."

I realized at that moment how deep, open, and loving her words were. It was more honest and heartfelt than anything she had ever said to me before. It made me feel more loved, admired, and special, and was surely deeper than anything I've ever heard from any person before. No one had made me feel the way I did at that second. There I was, standing naked, in a hotel room, well after midnight, holding hands with another naked woman, whom I had just married, and I realized that I wanted everything from her that she could give me.

I never wanted her more than I did at that moment. Tears were in my eyes when we leaned for a kiss once again. I was all hers. There was no denying it. Even if there had been some slight apprehension, or feelings of being leery about all of this, whether I was concerned about eating pussy, or having a wife, as a woman, all that went right out the window. I was in love deeper than I had ever been before. And tonight, I was going to make love to my bride. I was going to eat her pussy. I was going to be sucking tits, I was gong to be sliding my fingers in and out of her, begging for her to finger me in return. Tonight, as we shared our bridal sweet, we were two women who had fallen in love and reached a pinnacle beyond imagination. Tonight, we were two married lesbians, and it couldn't have been better if I wanted it to be.

As I lay Amber down on the bed, I cried tears of joy. Her heart, body, and mind were all mine, and if you thought I had been horny, or overwhelmed with emotion in the limo, you have no idea how emotionally charged, aroused and horny I was as I laid on top of her kissing her. While our bodies were intwined and our tits were pressed together. As I slid myself down across her skin, and slid my tongue across her clit, I realized something that I had never thought of before. I was a pussy licking dyke, who was in love with a woman. Not lust. Not some fantasy. I was every bit a lesbian, and I was going to be eating Amber's pussy for the rest of our lives.

I took my time and softly licked every inch of her. I tasted her juices. I felt her lips widen as my tongue passed them by. I couldn't get more into it if I tried. My mouth encompassed her clit, while my finger slowly slid in and out of her. Her eyes stared deeply into mine as the sucking, puckering sounds filled the room. Amber caressed her tits, and pulled her nipples so far out and up, that I thought she was going to rip them off. I made her squirm and squeal as I licked her pussy so hard, her legs shook. Orgasm after orgasm came from both of us. Our cleanly waxed, sexy, wet, and warm pussies begging for more attention.

Before the night was out, we were in a deep sixty-nine with her on top. Her fingers were in my pussy and my ass, while her tongue was working my clit. I was sticking my tongue so far into her dripping wet pussy, pulling her body into my face so deep, that I felt like I was making out with it. It was moments we would treasure for a long time.

As we held each other that night, warm, cozy, in love, and now married, I felt a comfortable sensation with her that had been settling inside of me for years. It had all come to fruition. I was now married to a woman, about to fall asleep on our wedding night, after making love, and tomorrow we were going to Aruba for our honeymoon. Nothing could have been better.

We slept in more than we should have the next morning, but we made our flight and spent the next three days in paradise, alone, in love, and finding even new ways to make our sex lives even more fun than they had already been. I'll tell you about the honeymoon in the next chapter. Just know, as strong as the words are, there is no doubt I was a pussy licking dyke, but so was she.