English Gentleman meets Southern Belle - "Newlyweds"
By Rhinoman

Francis E. Sterling III by all accounts considered himself
to be a lucky man.  Having moved from England to attend
college in the United States he had been able to free
himself from the confines of a stuffy traditional British
heritage.  Standing 5'-10", weighing 150 lbs. soaking wet,
with a slight build, he was definitely not an imposing
figure.  Despite his pasty white skin color, he did have a
few things going for him.  At first he thought the biggest
one was changing his feminine family name from Francis to
Frank.  But he quickly found out he was mistaken.  He had a
keen sense of humor, and his groomed jet-black hair coupled
with his frosty blue eyes helped, but it was the British
accent that put women over the edge.  He liked to call it
the James Bond affect.  Physically there was no comparison,
but he didn't intimidate women and they loved it when he
talked.
	
Frank had his share of good times in college, majored in
Economics, and then followed it up with an MBA, before
heading off to Wall Street.  He was determined to make it on
his own and not rely upon the family fortune.  When his
parents had made a trip to visit during his junior year of
college they were appalled at the social graces of the girls
on campus and totally disapproved of the girl their son was
dating at the time.  

Frank worked 80 hours a week that first year setting a
blistering pace at the meat grinding investment firm he had
joined.  Only the strongest survived and he wanted to be one
of them.  He had no time for social events, not that it
would have mattered.  While his accent had gotten him dates
with girls and he always had a fun time with them, he never
seemed to be able to get them into bed.  Oh, a few had gone
all the way, but unfortunately his slightly undersized
5-inch penis fit the name Francis more than Frank.  The girl
that he had dated the longest, 6 months told him she liked
his size because it didn't hurt her to have sex with him and
she felt it helped her retain her tightness.  Frank had
meekly thanked her, but it sure wasn't something to tell the
guys about. After a year of working non-stop and winning all
sorts of company awards, Frank found himself sipping a beer
all alone and reflecting on his life.  The money had come
in, but it had flowed out just as quick.  The high city rent
and cost of living were almost too hard to keep up with.
The sporty blue two-seater BMW convertible had been his big
splurge and all he had to show for the countless hours he
had put in on the job.  His boss had been pissed the day he
came in and announced he was leaving the firm.  All the back
slapping for being the number one rookie was gone.  Now the
only thing he got was a "good luck, asshole," and a door
slamming behind his back.

Atlanta or hot-lanta, as everyone seemed to call it seemed
like as good a place as any to settle.  He had heard
southerners were very hospitable and that southern women
were great lookers.  It was there that Frank still found
himself 5 years later at age 30 daydreaming about his life
and new wife. As much as Frank had his traditional British
roots, Misty Lane was all southern belle.  She had graduated
from the University of Georgia, and oozed that sweet
innocent Georgia peach look.  Misty was petite at only 5'-3"
and had full naturally blonde hair and emerald green eyes.
Frank never saw her naked before they were married, but her
matching blonde bush proved that she was a natural.  Her
deep golden tan was a stark contrast to his pale skin, but
what amazed him daily was her tight compact body.  Misty's
full 34D tits seemed to defy gravity, as they jiggled back
and forth while standing tall on her chest.  Her small ass
was amazing though in that it curved out with a slight
bubble, almost seeming more appropriate on a young girl.

Frank felt it was a miracle that they had ever got together.
He had taken a big pay cut to slow down and work at a small
regional brokerage house and had bumped into her, literally,
at The Varsity, a local greasy hamburger place at lunch.
Knocking her drink out of her hand onto the floor had been
the unintentional introduction.  She had thought his accent
and red-faced embarrassment was cute and six months later
they were married.

Predictably, Frank's parents had been horrified upon meeting
his young 21 year old fiance' and the rest of her
Bar-B-Qing southern family and were quick to point out that
convicts were the ones who had originally settled in
Georgia.  On the side, his mother had gone so far as to
intimate that they would cut him out of the family
inheritance if he followed through with the marriage.  Frank
was too in love to care.

He thought back over the past six months and how they were
still getting to know each other emotionally and physically.
Frank quickly found out that Misty had a way of getting what
she wanted, but in most cases he was willing to comply.  Her
cute button nose with a sprinkle of freckles and that
disarming smile would make anyone melt.  He thought back to
the previous night.

"Francis honey, I want to be on top tonight!"

"That's quite all right my dear," Frank said as he rolled
over onto his back.

Misty opened her full pouty lips while grabbing her
husband's limp 3-inch penis between her fingers.  The sight
of her open mouth and the heat of her breath caused him to
stiffen with his full 5-inch penis.  Straddling his
mid-section she held his dick up as she slowly lower her
moist pussy down until he was fully inside her.  

"Oooohh  baby, you look ravishing," he cried out.

"Mmmmmmm, I like it this way," was her short reply, as she
started thrusting her hips into him and then ever so slowly
lifting herself up and down on his shaft. Frank looked up at
her magnificent upturned tits, her nipples stiff and
pointed, the aureoles rounded and puffy with little bumps
highlighted around the tawny brown surface.

Misty lowered her chest down to his mouth.

"Suck my tits Francis...Ooooooh   come on...please...suck
'em baby."

Frank didn't think he could hold out much longer with all
the stimulus as she continued thrusting herself into him,
her tight cunt pulling at his throbbing penis.   Suddenly
she pulled her tits away from his mouth with a pop and
starting hopping up and down on his dick as fast as she
could.  Her tits bounced up and down frantically trying to
keep up with her jerking movements.

"Oooooohhhhh Gahhhhhhhhhhd....I'm cummminnnnngggg," he
shouted, spurting his load, as she continued bouncing up and
down like a pogo stick.

"Not yet...honey...I'm not there yet,"

Frank felt his dick starting to wither as she tried to speed
her movements up even further to keep him hard.  "Nooooo
honey...not yet...I haven't cum yet."


Frank felt the sting of her disappointment as she slowed
down and the tightness of her cunt muscles pushed his slimy
shriveled penis out of her hole.

"It's not fair!" she pouted rolling off him and laying
dejected beside him.

"Honey, I'm sorry, I couldn't help it.  You're too hot.  I
just need to get used to you so that I can last longer."
"Well that doesn't help.  You get to cum but I don't."

"Please honey, give me a break.  Let me frig you with my
finger and get you off."

"No!  I don't want your finger, I can do that myself," she
started icily.  Then her voice changed to that sweat
southern belle melody. "I want your tongue."

"I've never done that before honey, and besides I just came
inside you."

"It's not my fault you're too fast on the trigger.  If you
want to have sex again this week then I better feel your
tongue right now."

Misty spread her legs wide to accommodate her husband and
grabbed the back of his head as he slowly lowered his face
to her pussy.  As she felt his tongue make contact with her
clit she let out a low moan.  More to encourage him than out
of true excitement.  "Ooooooooohhh yeahhhh baby ... that's
it, don't be shy, get your whole mouth into it." The
encouragement seemed to work as Frank started working his
tongue up and down her wet lips, the mixture of her juices
and his sperm starting to turn him on.  Misty gripped his
thick hair tightly and held his head firmly as she thrust
her pussy up and down his face covering his chin, mouth and
nose in their mixed fluids.

"Aaaaaahhhh  I'm cumming," she screamed as she gave one last
thrust onto his stiff tongue that was stuck up her pussy.
Frank caught the sudden rush of fluid as it coated his
tongue and ran down into his mouth.  As she came down from
her high, Misty knew that they'd need to do this more often.

Everything seemed be back to normal today as he kissed her
prior to leaving for the office.  "See you for lunch," she
smiled while giving him that innocent yet seductive wink.

Frank was brought out of his trance by the boom of the
intercom. "Mr. Sterling, your wife is here to see you."

Frank came waltzing out of his office and stopped dead in
his tracks as he entered the lobby.  Mouth agape, he looked
his wife over from head to toe.  During the six months they
had dated and been married Frank had always marveled at his
wife in her fashionable clothes.  Form fitting like the
latest fashion trends it was nothing out of the ordinary,
although her marvelous body did turn more heads than other
women.  This was different, the sight before him now was
causing an immediate stirring in his groin.

Misty's hair was up, having obviously just been to the
hairdresser; her lips were coated in a high gloss bright
pink color that matched the tight sleeveless top that clung
firmly to her full tits.  Frank doubted that she was wearing
a bra the way her nipples protruded so noticeably.  Despite
their size, with her youthfulness and their firmness, he
knew she didn't need to.  The top cut down into a deep "V"
revealing several inches of cleavage and showed about two
inches of her dark brown tan on either side of her belly
button.  His eyes traveled down to her equally form fitting
short shorts that seemed to cut up into her pussy.  Without
seeing her ass, he knew that they probably just barely
covered both of her tiny cheeks.  Her muscular legs looked
longer than her 5'-3" frame because of the five inch heels
she was balancing on.  

"Cat got your tongue?"  She cooed.

"Oh baby, you look good enough to eat," he replied.

"That's the idea," she laughed, putting her arm through his
as they turned to walk out the door.

With her five-inch heels, she was almost as tall as he was.
Frank thought, 'I'm glad she's so short, so that I don't
ever look small next to her.'

"Where we headed honey?"  He asked.  She had said she wanted
to make it a surprise.

"Anthony's" she said matter of factly, a mischievous smile
forming on her face. Anthony's was one of the older high-end
Italian restaurants in town.  Unlike the newer eateries that
were bright and open, Anthony's was dimly lit, even during
the day, with big booths and long tablecloths.

Frank watched his wife's perfectly shaped butt covered like
saran wrap in her tight spandex shorts.  The seam of the
material pressing into her crack and separating her ass
cheeks slightly.  He felt his dick start stirring as he
followed her and the matre' de to their booth.  As they
settled in next to each other, Misty pressed her tits into
his arm as she cooed in his ear, "happy 6 month anniversary
honey!"

Frank didn't know what had come over his wife, but whatever
it was he liked it. He was always the center of her
attention and he knew she loved him.  Unbeknownst to her he
had observed her order a contractor who was remodeling their
house to fire a worker who made advances on her. As they
waited for their meal to arrive, Frank jumped as he felt his
wife's hand move into his lap and grasp his semi-hard penis.
"Honey?" his voice squeaked as he looked into his lap.

"Yes," she raised her eyebrows slightly and then continued
with her conversation.

The waiter approached with their meals and Frank hurriedly
pulled the tablecloth up over his lap.  Misty's hand
continued stroking his now stiff dick, alternating between
squeezing and rubbing.

"Sir, can I get you anything else?" the waiter asked.

"Uhh...Ahhh...no..no...we're...I'm...fine...thanks."

Misty smiled deeply as she watched her husband struggle to
respond and shift uncomfortably in his seat.  In a nave,
immature sort of way she was getting a kick out of the idea
that a young 22 year old wife could exercise this type of
power and get this type of response over her more mature
husband.

"Honey...please, I can't take any more.  I'm gonna cum if
you don't stop it."

"You've got to learn how to control yourself Francis, that
way I get to cum with you, honeybun."

"Oh please... oh please... it's too much... I can't take
it!"  Beads of sweat sprouted on his head.

She squeezed him hard and tugged a few more times until she
heard the familiar sound of her husband peaking.

"Ahhhhhhh!!" he tried to stifle as he thrust his cock up at
her already fleeing hand.  His sperm would have shot into
the air if he was naked, but instead it met his underwear
and trousers, creating a gooey mess in his pants.  After a
few quick jerks his balls had emptied and he felt his dick
begin to shrivel up in his wet cotton underwear.

The meal ended quickly and Misty excused herself.  Blowing
his a kiss and mouthing, 'I'm so hot,' she winked, turned
and shook her ass back and forth as she strolled out of the
restaurant.  Frank wondered how he was going to make it back
to his office with the wet stain on the front of his pants.
About thirty minutes before the end of the workday, his
phone rang.

"Hello,"

"Honey, it's me," she said in a downcast tone.  He knew
something wasn't right.

"What's wrong dear?  It sounds like you've been crying."

"I just...just got a call from Cousin Julia..." she stifled
a sniffle.  "My Great Uncle Feister died last night in his
sleep."

"Oh, dear, I'm so sorry," he hesitated unsure of how to go
on, "Is that the Uncle you mentioned who lived in a mansion
outside Nashville?"

"Yes," sniff... "I was always his favorite niece.  He wasn't
much of a talker, but I could sense it in his look."

"Is there going to be a funeral?"

"Yes, Friday, and then a reading of his will that evening
back at the mansion."

"Do you think you're in it?"  He asked

"In what? The funeral?"

"No, honey...the will," he clarified

"I don't know, how insensitive, the man just died."

"I'm sorry dear...I was just curious, I'll get the time off
so we can drive up Thursday and stay through the weekend."

As he hung up, Frank thought to himself, ' what a bummer,
nothing like a funeral to put a damper on Misty's sudden
sexual forwardness. Maybe they'll be a big inheritance." 

Francis E. Sterling III, had no idea how right and how
wrong his thoughts were going to be.  And how the next
weekend would change the newlywed's relationship forever.

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Part II "Where there's a will, there's relatives" will be posted soon!
