4.(16-17) Wedding Bedding - Sex! Sex! Sex!

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16. Olga's Soliloquy

Olga steps from brown water shower with body dripping wet and warm. Staring at image in mirror she mutters “Bones! Skin and bones! Nothing soft and solid he can grab onto and get pleasure from! Damn! Damn! Damn!”

   Image stares sullenly back – 45 kilograms packed into 1.6 meter height. Olga imagines Image saying, "Yeah! Good for a nightclub act but not for a roll in the hay!" Then, imitating the Hollywood movie Shirley Temple “Looky-looky-looky; here comes Cooky! ", she adds in her own voice; "With no tits at all!”, and, while pressing her left hand against her flat naked frontage, she sits down over the bidet, activates its jet, and again speaks out loud: “Oh, my poor box, what will Bo go and do with you?” She stands wiping body dry with big pink towel and continues. “Sure, Bo will be happy to confirm he's getting a virgin but what will happen when he finds this shady lady is an Ice-Cold Katy.”

   Smearing Vaseline on her in-between she cracks “This ought to smooth things when Bo tries out my Japanese-built Eurasian-tunnel.”

In pursuing the image of a chanteuse chippy, Olga had created a sexual aura with ersatz materials. Men who saw her perform had an image of a petite high-breasted, whip-assed, lascivious-lips vamp born too late to be a flapper. Little did they suspect that this apparent lush-life, easy-girl, lounge-lizardess is a classic closet-lesbian. Having been raised by an overwhelmingly attractive Daddy that all girls go gaga for and having no sister or female parent with whose gender she could identify, Olga got imprinted with Daddy's normal preference. She is not completely lesbian but, thwarted from the normal lust for men and channeled into identifying with Daddy’s taste for women, Olga grew up les-be-friendly. And, even though she has schemed to marry Boris; now, a moment of truth is hurrying sundown and she honestly does not know what will happen at the wedding bedding.

  

Olga has never been penetrated but she knows everything about sex – her main ploy getting started as chanteuse in Tokyo was obtaining job gigs at top clubs by her willingness to waste the owner's or manager's semen by fellation at which she is past and present mistress and said to give the best head in Tokyo.

   Well, tonight she shall see.

17. Wedding Bedding

Olga drops a pretty pink nightgown over her naked body, takes one last look in mirror and comes out of bathroom, looking around but, No Bo, she muses to herself. After leaving her at the Parus, saying “Get a good rest in wedding bedding,” he'd driven off. Now she gets in bed under fragrant green padded comforter and is asleep in a minute.

She comes awake gradually after a delightful dreamy doze. Lying flat on back she experiences delicious wakening - tingles in fingers, tips of breasts and lips - that leaves a mental state of deep-seated well-being. Now she becomes aware of Boris, sleeping face-up beside her on left and she feels a soft sweetness for the caring husband, thinking, Dearest Bo, how kind, how thoughtful! Even on our wedding night not to wake me to grab the pleasure you're entitlement to!  
 She decides to offer it. Reaching out and squeezing his shoulder she murmurs in his ear “Bo, wake up!” then snuggles her small body against his handsome hulk.

   Boris signals he is awake by shifting so he lies facing her. He enfolds her flimsy body in his muscular arms and suddenly she is dragged powerfully against his front, like a wedding-night woman in the sexual embrace of King Kong:

   No words, no sighs;only his grunts and her cries!
   Voyeurs at this natural moment of man and woman in wedding-bedding might be shamed and look away.

   Olga forgets her thin body and sexual inversion; all she senses is being helplessly, ecstatically violated by overwhelming male physicality. Boris in one swoop rips off her nightgown reaches huge hands down so that each covers her small buttocks and pulls her unstoppingly against his rigid rod
   Her “No! No! Stop! You killing me!” is followed by an animal noise between grunt and snarl and then an audible ripping as she is torn and feels filled by his firm flesh. And then she is flooded down below by Boris's warm fluid.

He takes her 5 times and the bed becomes a bloody mess but she feels the contentedness of being a well used, perfectly sanctioned object of male lust.
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