Walkin’ Side to Side (L) ~ Ignite Story

“And boy, you got me walkin’ side to side” – Ariana Grande

Twenty-five years later, we still talk about the two days and two nights that would never be matched for the sheer volume and intensity of sex. A good friend was getting married. Being newlyweds ourselves, we couldn’t afford the trip we were about to make and felt a little on edge on the drive out. Maybe it had something to do with the money arguments on the way or perhaps because it was our first trip as a married couple, but as soon as the bags hit the floor in the hotel, we both initiated two days of lovemaking never seen since.

Arrival late Friday Afternoon:
The door closed and we had an hour before the rehearsal and dinner. My wife skipped over and lay down on the bed, looking over at me. I pounced on her, really without words, and with unbridled energy, we pulled at shirts, shorts, almost tearing underwear and panties. Her tongue fought aggressively with mine as I pressed it into her mouth, my manner anything but subtle.

Naked, I pushed into her and just began to pound. My body wanted to cum too fast, so I pulled out and turned her over. Her hips were high in the air as I pushed forward again into the creamy heat. She looked back over her shoulder before her head dove into her pillow.  She hadn’t been very vocal before, but now she began calling out my name and moaning with each stroke. I knelt tall with my hands on her hips to guide me into her again and again.

This time I knew I couldn’t stop the rush from inside. So I fell forward on her, burying myself deep and released my load hard, crying out to match her sound level. We seemed to cum together. I continued to push and hold myself inside as I listened to her breath and felt the turning of her hips.

“Stay there,” she whispered as I pushed as deep as I could. “I’ll move.”

Her words surprised me because I usually would roll off at that point, and we’d cuddle some. Instead, she twisted and rotated her hips on me and pushed back against my weight.

“Mmmmm, your cum is warm inside me,” she said in a sexy, breathy voice.  “I love your flesh.”

I kissed her between the shoulder blades and nibbled on her neck as the motion on me continued.  She’d never used this new technique of holding me inside until I began to harden again.  But we’ve used it to counter my eagerness to finish sometimes, and it really has helped keep us both satisfied.

“I feel you getting stronger, baby,” she said now, pulling back a little and pushing against me over and over.  “I’m going to make you cum again.  Lay down.”

She slid out from under me to the left side and knelt beside me as I stretched out on my back.  I wasn’t fully there yet, but she straddled me and reached down to guide my semi-hardness inside, lowering her gorgeous body down upon me.  Her hair fell forward, and her breasts showed themselves as she leaned onto her hands, kissing me, grinding her hips again, moaning, and pushing.

I lifted my hips off the bed, shoving her forward onto me as we kissed. The new angle sent a wave through her that cascaded out of her mouth.

“Ohhhh, baby, yes…” she cooed.

I was growing stronger inside of her as I let my ass hit the sheets again and she pushed up off the bed. The vision of her at that moment will come with me into eternity: her hands back on my legs, breast thrust upward, hair half covering her face, eyes closed, and a satisfied yet desirous expression on her face. I can’t think of a better example of heaven on earth. She seemed lost in the sensations, and I had lost myself in her beauty.

She continued experimenting with different angles. She fell forward again and kicked her legs outside of mine. Now I held her close, pinning her breasts against my chest and pushing up with my feet.  This way, the head of my cock found the spot, and she exclaimed with each mini-thrust inside, again and again, until finally relaxing with her orgasm.

Had I known what was coming that night and weekend, I may have stopped then. However, I didn’t, so I spun her around. I stepped off the bed and holding her legs, I began to pump myself into her repeatedly, bringing her out of her languid state and back to fucking me. Her hair was spread out on the bed, trailing from where she first was flipped over. She had her arms thrown over her head, and her breasts bobbed with my thrusts.

The numbness melted away. Finally, I pushed deep into Mel, fell forward, and came. We stayed there kissing and smiling at this double-fuck first, telling each other how good each was while our hands still ran over our bodies.

“Oh, shit!” she suddenly exclaimed.  “The rehearsal!”

Rehearsal & Dinner:
We were a good 20 minutes late to the rehearsal. I was an usher, so it wasn’t a huge deal; the bride’s brother got me up to speed after we exchanged a few greetings with the wedding party. Mel sat in the pews smiling at me anytime I looked her way. God had blessed me with our union just months ago, and now we were celebrating another. Several times that night and at the wedding, I prayed they would have the bliss that we were currently experiencing.

We had showered and changed so fast before dashing to get there that I didn’t notice, but she wore a beautiful sundress with a blue flower print.  She had told me she was getting new bras and panties from a place called “Victoria’s Secret,” a newer, more modern lingerie shop that let you order things online (We had just gotten our first desktop computer from Dell.)  Her breasts were propped up, and a hint of cleavage was visible just as she stood. And as she sat, I could steal a peek at the curves and creamy flesh.  I couldn’t believe I was turned on, not only in a church but also so soon after our most recent encounter.

The mother of the bride met Mel when we arrived and complimented her, commenting to me on her beauty, her hair, her dress, and her shape several times at the church as well as later at the dinner.  The bride’s brothers also did the same, as well as my friend who was getting married.

We finished the rehearsal and loaded up to go to dinner. Getting into the car, I turned to her and kissed her hard, her lips under mine, and my hand on her cheek to pull her to me.

“I love you,” I said over and over, her hands now reaching across to my torso and pulling me closer.  A knock on the window from my friend broke the spell, or we may have done it right there in the parking lot.

Her hand was in my crotch all the way to the dinner, and inside we played footsy and got handsy under the table all night.  I had a hard-on so long that my pre-cum soaked through my boxers and showed a little on my khakis. When one of the bridesmaids gave it a look, I just said, “Spilled a little from my water.”

Mel was doing that hanging from my arm while walking thing as we left for the night.  Everyone wanted to go out, but the bride’s mother told everyone to get to bed, as the 11 a.m. wedding would really begin at 6 a.m. for most and the photographer would start the wedding pictures at 8 a.m.  We probably wouldn’t have joined them anyway with what was on our minds. Or maybe we would have and just done our business wherever.

In the car, we started kissing again right away before heading to our room, but we stayed a little more mindful of who was outside. This time my hand was in her lap and pulled up the end of her dress as she lifted her hips to allow its passage up and over her legs to her waist.  Those new panties were lacey and gorgeous. I looked at them at each stop light, my hand slipping underneath to her mound, and my fingers running over her clit to her delight.

Distracted, I took a wrong turn and ended up a block from the hotel in a large mall parking lot.  “Pull over there!” she commanded.  I parked, knowing exactly where this was going. As she wiggled out of her panties, I unbuckled my pants.  My cock stuck out of the hole in my boxers. I adjusted the seat to lay back, and she climbed on top of me, lowering onto my hardness with her sundress open and her breasts right there.

She began to ride me. We were in a large open area between the buildings and another lot full of cars.  There was no traffic, so I got lost in the desire her eyes had for me.  She kicked her head back and sat up, pinning her hands to the ceiling of the car to force her full weight down on my shaft as I pushed up with my hips. Then she bounced here for some time, closing her eyes on occasion.

My hands found their way to her breasts, pulling the dress over her shoulders and down under her arms. The bra I tugged downward to expose her nipples, though it stayed clasped.

She told me later she did cum and was just enjoying riding me there. That was until her eyes got wide and she thrust forward onto my chest.  We were both under the window level when I noticed people walking past and could hear them talking.  She giggled a couple “oh shits” as what we figured was the late-movie crowd came from the theaters to the cars parked behind us. They passed by us for the next five minutes.  I stayed inside her, but I began to recede with the scare.

After the voices ceased, she peeked up and quickly hopped into the passenger, adjusting her clothing as I raised the back of my seat and drove us to the hotel.  We laughed about the near miss and wondered how many people did see us.

“At least three or four groups had to see us,” Mel concluded from the different angles at which she’d seen them approach. She held her panties in her hand while walking to the hotel.  Her eyes were loving and filled with desire, the whole time focusing on me, and her body language just gave off the message of wanting more.  “Did you finish?”

The door or the hotel closed, and I said, “No, I did not finish.”

“Poor baby,” was all she said and pressed her hands on my chest, kissing me before sliding downward. We were just inside the door when she unbuttoned and slid off my pants and boxers, taking my cock into her mouth. After pushing it to the back of her throat and slipping back up the shaft with full suction, her lips surrounded just the head. She cleaned up more pre-cum oozing from a 20-minute erection. Her eyes turned upward, my cock in her hand, as she sucked it like a tootsie pop, her tongue playing with the slit on top. Up until then, I doubted I could cum a third time, but now I felt it brewing inside me.

She stood up, and we watched each other disrobe. She crossed her hands at the hem of her dress, pulling it up over her head and discarding it in one motion. I peered out the top hole of my undershirt after losing the tie and dress shirt, to watch her undo her bra. Then she came to me. Taking me by the hand, Mel turned me around and set me back on the bed. With my head just below the pillows, she hopped up and straddled my waist with her knees, backing her ass up to my face.

Her mouth went back down on my cock as I pressed my face forward to her swollen lips.  My tongue met them first, gently parting them as she bobbed down hard, pressing her lips around my shaft to my balls.  I moaned as my lips followed my tongue inside her folds, and I thought to myself I was glad I didn’t finish.  She pushed back against my face as I tilted and pressed my nose into her before I again inserted my tongue.

The raw smell of sex and climax added to her flavor, and I pushed as much of the length of my tongue inside of her as possible. I sucked every fold, consuming her fluids and exploring as much as I could. Mel stroked me gently with her hand before just sucking the head again.  We continued this way for a very long time before I began to wiggle out from under her.

Then she lay back on the bed. I placed her legs over my shoulders and, as fast and furiously as I could, fucked her until what was left inside of me shot out into her. We collapsed, held each other, and slept.

Wedding and Reception:
The 8 a.m. photo shoot came too early. We dressed and headed to the church without much fanfare. Thankfully, they had a nice continental breakfast selection from an exclusive area baker.  Mel was stunning in grey. The fabric was mostly a textured solid with some print in places. The design hugged her hips perfectly and hung off the corners of her shoulders which, with her upgraded undergarments, showed off her breasts perfectly.  She wore medium heels that accentuated her fine legs, giving me flashbacks of having them over my shoulders.

The bride was beautiful, and the church was amazing.  I, to this day, remember the Pastor talking about “after the honeymoon” and keeping that passion for each other alive.  At the time, I had a hard time imaging how my desire for my gift from God could ever fade and hoped the same for the wedding couple.

The ceremony ended, and we all drove around the city in a limo before returning to the church and heading for the reception.  As I got into the car beside Mel, she giggled and asked me if I had seen her panties. She had hung them from the shifter on the steering column. I thought this was a sexy way to go to the reception; maybe we’d find somewhere there to continue our semi-public sex spree.  I was wrong.

(Note: I do not recommend the following, now that I am older and wiser.) No sooner had we gotten out of the parking lot than she unbuckled her seat belt, reaching to unzip my pants. Her hand found my rising penis, and she tugged it out as far as she could before hopping back onto me. I found myself driving onto the onramp to the interstate with my wife in my lap.  It wasn’t a long trip on the four lanes, but she pushed down on me hard and fast.  I was worried what I’d look like at the reception if I could actually cum, but the numbness from the prior day and the riskiness of the experience itself didn’t lend themselves to my climax.

But Mel was getting something out of it as she continued. Even as I let her know we were heading into downtown, she stayed right there being very vocal, telling me how good I felt inside her and exclaiming on nearly every down stroke. The sensation was that of extreme hardness at our act but with a different feeling that I couldn’t place as good or bad.  We drove through four stoplights in busy post-lunch traffic while fucking.

About a mile from the venue, she hopped off of me. Looking down to push my cock back into my pants, I discovered the cause of the confusing sensation.  The zipper at the base of my shaft had cut into my skin, causing two or three bleeding wounds.  I looked at Mel, still adjusting her hair and bra and sliding her dress back down but leaving the panties on the shifter.

“Um, you might have cut me down there with the zipper.”

“No pain, no gain,” she said with a flippant half-shrug, looking into the visor mirror and applying a very light coat of lip gloss as we pulled into the reception.

We walked in, got drinks, and sat down. Up until this point, we hadn’t drunk much, but the reception was a different story. It was back in a day when we were stupid and drove while drinking, so neither of us is proud of the fact that we drank a lot at the reception and afterward and still drove back to the hotel that night. We were lucky and arrived without an accident.

After we got our drinks, I went to use the bathroom and check my wounds. They did sting and were still bleeding a bit, but I concluded they were superficial.  We had fun with other friends and even wowed the other attendees on the dance floor with the “flip” turn we had mastered for our own reception. The live band was great, and they played a song that would allow us to do this dance move several times.

While there, we kissed and did some more under-the-table fondling but were pretty reserved, all things considered. We spent a lot of time catching up with friends, some of whom hadn’t met Mel.  One of the guests from my hometown, whom I didn’t know very well, told me how sexy she looked and how lucky I was that she had that “glow.”  His wife tolerated him at best, he said.

The After-party:
The hotel hosting the reception sat within walking distance of the downtown bars, so we all headed out together afterward.  We danced some more, grinding our hips on each other at the first bar before cuddling up in the corner.  I slipped my hand under her dress and, while talking to the best man and his wife, my fingers remained inserted inside of Mel. “You guys look so cute together,” his wife said.

We stayed downtown a while, and we all ordered dinner at the 2nd to last bar.  We were walking to the last club when, as we approached it, I pulled Mel into the shadows between the bar and an apartment building.  I found a cut out in the brick wall.

“Fuck me,” I said, pulling her to me. I lowered my hips, unfastened my pants and let them drop.

She slid up and onto my cock and, as I turned, she hugged my waist with her legs.  I pushed up inside of her, trying not to shove her too hard against the bricks of the bar.  We could feel the bass from the dance floor music through the wall as I thrust inside of her again and again.  The skirt of her dress bunched around her waist, and my mouth found her clavicle and sucked on her flesh.  I heard her exclamations and felt her arms around my neck loosen somewhat, indicating another orgasm. I let her down without me finishing, and we went inside the club.

We got another drink and joined the others on the dance floor, getting chided for disappearing. With a humorous tone, I said, “Yeah, we stopped in the alley for a quick one.”  Everyone laughed at the “joke,” and we continued to have a great time until the bar closed. At one point, I did pin her to the wall at a spot just about opposite where we had stood in the alley. She pushed against my raging erection, and it pressed against her pantyless area while we did a little grinding on the dance floor.

Finally, we said our goodnights to everyone, found our car, and headed back to the hotel.  It was also a time when people could smoke in bars, so we immediately headed to the shower together to rinse the stench off our bodies. Tired and feeling the effects of our activities, I held her gently from behind. My arms around her, I reached and helped apply body wash to her breasts.  The cuts on my cock felt the sting of the water running over her shoulders and down our bodies. But I was still hard and pressing against her ass.  I kissed her neck, played with her hair, and let my hands move downward.

When I slipped my middle two fingers inside her, I noticed a bit of a flinch. I continued to push them further inside and got a similar reaction.  I moved one of my hands to her hip, and with the other, I pressed her palm against the shower wall.  Then I backed her up. When she was in position, I bent down and was able to insert my cock inside of her.  It was both awkward and erotic for me. As the water ricocheted off her shoulders onto my face, I began to push and pump inside of her.

She was vocal, but this time, her cries had a tone of discomfort in them, and her body was tense.  I continued to go at her, as I planned to finish there and we could go to sleep.  I found a rhythm and, I thought, her spot because she was crying out on every thrust until she slipped forward and I slipped out of her.

“Let’s finish on the bed,” she said, and we began to dry each other off gently. She paused and held me, stroking my cock and inspecting the small cuts.

Then Mel laid her amazing body out on the bed for me as I climbed up and entered her.  On the first thrust, she almost physically backed off of me.  I was eager to finish, putting a cherry on the top of the day’s sexual sundae, but she began to cry out painfully on each thrust before loudly exclaiming, “Stop, stop, stop!”

She explained, almost in tears, that she was raw down there, an experience we’d never shared. Obviously, it was from the sheer volume. We even tried to guesstimate how many thrusts she could have taken over the past 24-36 hours.  She held my erection, stroking it and hoping maybe to make an end to our night that way, but it wasn’t to be.

“No pain, no gain,” I said, semi-jokingly but serious.

She stared at me before wheeling around and offering her ass to me.

“Make it quick,” she said as I mounted her from behind.

She cried out on each thrust; I pounded her hard and fast for the first few agonizing minutes.  She was moaning uncomfortably so I was about to give up and take the loss, going to bed hard when something changed.

“Fuck me harder!” she exclaimed, and on the next thrust, her moans began to combine a mix of discomfort, pleasure, and determination. “Oh, FUCK, yes!”

It wasn’t as quick as I assumed it should be, but finally, the rush began.  She called out my name, called out God’s name, called for me to “cum deep inside.”  I pushed and thrust until I exploded, finding the cum that produced over the past 24 hours surprisingly plentiful as I multiple-orgasmed and held myself deep inside of her.

On the ride home, she admitted that she never wanted to be that raw again, but that at some point it had turned into something pleasurable in a painful way. Mel said the sting went away and her pleasure spots took over, combining the swollen, throbbing sensation with a semi-orgasmic feeling as I assaulted her overused body.  The next morning I saw the side-to-side walk to and from the bathroom, and while she dressed and packed up to leave.

“It’s a good thing we’re riding for most of the day since I can barely walk,” she said. And every time she had to, she swayed from left to right.

“I’ve been here all night
I’ve been here all day
And boy, you got me walkin’ side to side” – Ariana Grande

I now relive these two amazing days each time I hear this song.