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Wedding Day

By: victoria84



Josie and Alan had been sleeping together for about a year. They had met through work, he the older, successful man, and her the new, capable recruit. It didn't matter that he was married to another woman, or that Josie was in a long-term relationship with another man. They were irresistibly attracted to each other. Their bodies met in perfect sync when they were together. The orgasms were simultaneous and mind-blowing. Secret moments were stolen during the week; sometimes she'd come to his office and they'd do it frantically on his desk. Josie had taken to going for walks in the evening, for her health she told her boyfriend Richard. But once she was around the corner of her street Alan would be waiting in the car. They'd drive off to a deserted car park and fuck like desperate animals, clawing at each other as the car windows steamed up. It was a passionate, obsessive relationship, most probably destructive for the both of them in the long run.

Josie had long given up the hope of Alan leaving his wife for her. At times she would get angry, resentful of the commitment he made, and want to ring up his wife and reveal all. Sometimes she would tell herself she would end it, that she loved Richard too much and that he was all she needed. It was during one of these times that Richard proposed to her. Saying yes to marriage made her feel like a new woman. She would be committed to Richard and him alone. She would settle into married life and start again, without the shame that being an adulteress brought.

Against her better judgement she allowed one more meeting with Alan. He deserved to be told it was over in person. He was allowed to come to her home, Richard out at work all day. Josie resisted touching Alan when he arrived, leading him into the lounge without making eye-contact. He immediately knew something was wrong, but he didn't worry too much. She had tried to break it off before, and she always came back begging for more.

"Richard and I are getting married." Josie stated matter-of-factly as Alan took a seat.

"Are you?" Alan couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Yes. He proposed two days ago and I accepted." She paused. "I...I love him." Josie could still not look Alan in the eye. Her heart was beating fast and despite herself she felt her pussy twinging with the familiar presence of Alan.

"I know you do. And he loves you." Alan stood up. "And I love you."

Josie looked up into Alan's face. "It doesn't matter." She felt like she would throw up.

"Maybe it does" Alan reached out and touched her face. Josie shied away from his touch and crossed the room.

"No. What we had was wonderful, but I'm moving on. I wanted to tell you in person. You can move on too." Josie indicated the conversation was over, standing by the doorway.

Alan walked silently across the room stopping by Josie. He could hear her breathing deeply. He touched her face again, this time she tried to move away but backed into the wall. He moved quickly, holding her face and kissing her, pressing her body against the wall with his. She accepted his kiss and he felt her getting more excited as her hands moved up his body towards his shoulders. Josie was rhythmically pushing herself into Alan as they kissed deeply. He groaned into her mouth and moved one hand under her shirt collar feeling her neck, then further down to her collarbone. She started to moan at his touch, but suddenly pushed his face away with her hands.

"No!" She stepped into the hallway. "You have to leave." She held the front door open for him.

Alan was catching his breath after the kiss. He slowly walked toward the door. She was avoiding his gaze again.

"You know where to find me if you change your mind" Alan said as he left. Josie closed the door with relief, and then began to cry.

It was 5 months since Josie had seen Alan. It was also her wedding day. Richard had agreed to a short engagement at Josie's suggestion. She really wanted to get it over with, have it done so she couldn't go back on it. She somehow believed her feelings for Alan would disappear once she said 'I do.'

Everyone was busy around Josie. She sat in her underwear, having her make up applied while bridesmaids and relatives scurried around her, grabbing flowers, adjusting hair and gossiping about outfits. Josie felt like she was in a bubble, in the room but somehow separated from the rest of them. Her mind felt full but she couldn't concentrate on any one thought. 

"Jitters are perfectly normal" Josie's sister's voice broke the veil of silence around her.

"What?" Josie asked.

"You're shaking, Jose. It's alright, I was nervous before I got married too. It doesn't help Aunt Marie is running around like a chicken with its head cut off. She'll calm down once the ceremony starts, and so will you."

"Right. It's fine. I'm fine." Josie mustered a smile.

"Good girl" Her sister patted her on the head and went off to see to her own make up.

An hour later and Josie was by herself in the bride's preparation room at the convention centre where the ceremony and reception was to take place. She had asked for some time to herself. Staring into the mirror she didn't hear the door opening.

"You look beautiful" It was Alan's voice. Josie turned to him, surprised and apprehensive. 

"What are you doing here?"

"I heard today was the big day. Don't worry, you don't have to set a place for me at dinner, I won't stay for the reception."

Josie looked Alan up and down. "That's a new suit."

He smiled. "Thought the occasion warranted one."

"Where's Renee?" Josie asked after his wife.

"She's mingling with the other guests. She was excited to come."

"And you?"

"I came to see you."

"You shouldn't have." Josie stood up from the vanity unit, moving carefully in her dress. She moved over to the table in the middle of the room and picked up the necklace she was to wear. She tried to do the clasp behind her head but her hair-do and the restriction of the dress made it hard.

"Let me help you." Alan stepped up to her and took the necklace. Josie could feel his breath on her neck as he fitted the clasp. His fingers brushed her neck and she thought how long it had been since he'd touched her. She felt her body shudder and closed her eyes.

"Did I say you looked beautiful?" Alan whispered close to her ear.

Josie didn't answer but gasped as Alan kissed her ear lobe softly. She felt herself melt as his fingers ran over her bare shoulders and he kissed down the side of her neck.

"You shouldn't be here" Josie heard herself say but knew there was no conviction in it.

"It's okay. I locked the door. We'll be quiet." Alan's hands moved down her body, resting on her hips and pulling her back into his body. He continued to nibble her neck as she took up the rhythmic rubbing of her ass into his groin. Alan moved one hand up again and rubbed her breast through her dress, squeezing it and making her gasp again.

"Do you want me?" Alan whispered, flicking his tongue out and licking her neck.

"It's been so long..." Josie could barely think straight but knew her pussy was getting wet.

"Do you want me inside you?"

"Yes...please..."

"Then bend over."

Josie did as he said and leant over the table in front of her. She felt his hands grab the bottom of her dress and begin to lift it. Alan was on his knees behind her and kissed her thighs as he raised the dress up to her waist. He was surprised to see she had no panties.

"You look ready for me." He leant forward and gently kissed her exposed pussy. Her hips twitched and she moaned lightly. Her hands gripped the edge of the table as she steadied herself and spread her legs as far as she could in the confines of the dress. Alan licked her pussy again, making sure Josie was wet enough to take his cock. He could feel himself getting hard in his suit. He stood up and unzipped his pants. Josie let out a little moan at the sound and he could almost see her pussy trembling in anticipation. Alan ran his hand over his cock as it popped free from his pants. Touching Josie's pussy and feeling her juices beginning to flow he rubbed some of that juice on his cock, making it glisten as it stiffened even more.

"Oh god, please" Josie gasped.

Alan positioned himself behind her open cunt and entered her slowly. They both moaned with the tightness as he moved himself further inside and her pussy accepted him readily. 

"Shit," Alan said. "I forgot how fucking tight you are. Are you ready to fuck me?"

"Yes...yes, fuck me." Josie gripped the table tighter.

Alan pushed himself as far as he could into her cunt then withdrew himself slightly before plunging back again. Josie's hips began to move in time with his, their skin touching as he thrust ever harder. Josie's breathing was getting more ragged as he fucked her faster. He put his hands under her wedding dress and held onto her bare hips, getting a good hold so he could pump hard. Her pussy muscles were clenching his cock as it forced its way into her over and over.

"Oh yes, oh god, oh yes..."Josie was almost chanting to herself. One of her hands went down to her pussy and rubbed her clit. The table began to creak as their movements became more frantic.

"Oh fuck, Josie, I'm going to cum in your pussy."

"Oh, do it. I'm cumming too" She was gasping for air as her breasts were flattened against the wood of the table top and she felt Alan's balls slap against her bare ass.

"Here it is..."Alan's whole body convulsed as he shut his eyes and let his cock shoot his hot semen into Josie's pussy. He felt her body tense under him as her pussy clenched onto his cumming cock and spilt her own juice. He leant down over her body, his hands under her, feeling her breasts while they came together, in almost silence. They stayed together like this for a few moments, letting his cock go soft and slip out of her. He whispered into her ear that he loved her, that he loved her body, he loved her pussy and he would never let her go. Tears formed behind Josie's eyes as she thought of what she had done, and what she was about to do.

A knock on the door broke the silence.

"Hey, Jose! Why'd you lock the door? It's time, babe! Your future husband is waiting for you." Josie's sister yelled from the other side of the door.

"Fuck..." Josie whispered, then more loudly to her sister. "I'm almost ready. I'll be out in a second."

Alan moved away from her and pulled up his pants. Josie slowly stood up, her dress skirt falling down to where it should be, covering her pink, wet pussy. She looked at Alan.

"I have to get married now." She said, smoothing down her dress. She moved over to the mirror and checked her make-up. Luckily none of her tears had done any damage. "Does my dress look messy?" She asked Alan.

"Not to me." He smiled, and she couldn't help but smile back. "I'll wait in here till you get to the ceremony."

"Right. Good." She walked towards the door, but stopped next to Alan, kissed him, deeply, her hands in his hair. "I love you. We'll talk after today."

"Of course. I love you too. Now, you better get going." He stepped behind the door so he wouldn't be seen as Josie straightened herself and unlocked the door. He heard her sister squeal with delight and listened while their footsteps faded down the hall. So, she's getting married, he thought, but she will always come back to me. He smiled to himself and carefully left the room. 

Wedding Day



AUTH NOTE – 

This is a jerk story no question.  Isn’t that what this site is for?  I find it funny when others say if your looking for…..then don’t come here.  The last thing I need is a long exposition.  If your looking for literature you can find better elsewhere.  ?  If you like please vote.  I was looking for a story about a girl in her wedding dress but could not find what I wanted so I wrote it.  If the story gets good marks I will flesh out Sarah so to speak. Ha ha.

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BLAH, BLAH, BLAH, Sarah and Tom wanted to get married so they went to wedding classes with a priest and scheduled a day.

It was her wedding day. She was in the church an hour before the service in a side room changing into her white wedding gown. It was a lovely dress. The flowing white garment was a form fitting strapless gown showing off her just a touch of her perfect breasts at the top. She had just put it on and she was looking at herself in the mirror. She began to get just a little wet as she saw how pretty she was, getting excited as she gently stroked the top of her breasts then her nipples beneath the fabric She knew that 18 was too young to get married but she loved Tom and her Religion was important to her despite the wild longings she had in her head. Just then she heard a knock on the door.

It was the priest an older priest about 60 years old but still in good shape. He looked much like Sean Connery. She opened the door. She knew him well from the many marriage counseling sessions she was forced to attend. 

"Ahh, you are a lovely site Sarah," he said as he walked into the room locking the door behind him. He took her arm and twirled her around as to see the dress. The dress and her average size breasts looked great with the push up bra accentuating Sarah's tiny frame.

"Do you like my dress?" she said as she gently took his hand. Sarah had always liked this priest and had wanted to impress him. She had noticed that he had locked the door and let it pass but it bothered her somewhere in the back of her mind.

"We have to talk dear," he said as he led her to a couch at the back of the room. She smoothed the back of her skirt and sat down on the couch with a worried look that something was going to ruin her perfect day. "What's wrong father?"

He cleared his throat and looked down at her beautiful face, in perfect condition, make up perfect, eyebrows trimmed, beautiful. "You see dear, this is my church and we have to get some things straight before I feel right about marrying you. I need to make sure that you are going to be a good bride." She did not know what to say.

She sat and watched as he unzipped his black pants and removed a huge cock that immediately began to get hard. He mind went blank. She did not know what to do. Here she was in her wedding gown, on her wedding day and a man (the father no less) was exposing himself to her just before she was to take her vows. "That's a good girl, now SUCK IT!" he growled as he reached out with his left hand and grabbed the back of her head, bunching up her wedding veil. She felt the pressure on the back of her head.

Many times in life does a situation reveal who and what we are. Sarah knew this. She could have yelled, she could have fought the priest who had just taken his cock out and was grabbing at her but she did not. She bent her waist. She put her hands on each of his legs just above the knee and opened her mouth. His strong hands grabbed a handful of her hair and squeezed. It hurt but she liked it.

"That's my whole" She heard him wheeze as she felt her head bob up and down. She tried not to gag as his cock hit the back of her throat. She had never been so turned on in all her life. She felt so sexy being forced by the Priest. He was using her mouth and he was whispering in her ear.

"You think I didn't notice you filthy bitch? You think all those meetings I didn't notice how submissive you are? Fuck I knew I could have you whenever I wanted, I just made the decision to use your whore mouth now because this is what I like." He yanked her head back and spit in her face and stared in her eyes. "You like that Sarah?"

Sarah felt her head jerk back and longed to feel the pressure again on the back of her head. She felt suddenly empty. He jerked her up. Her reply was instinctual, she had not been told what to say or what she should say. She moved her eyes back to his cock and whispered "Please father I love it, MAKE me suck it, MAKE me a whore."

With that She got what she wanted she was treated like a rag doll with all his might he slammed her head back down on his cock. She slid off the couch so that she could be on her knees. She felt him rise as he stood up and slid his hand around the back of her neck. She knew she was being throat fucked.

Sarah used her free hands trying desperately to get to her pussy. She was dripping wet but so many layers of clothes were in the way. The Priest saw what she was trying to do and laughed. "I own you bitch" he pulled his cock out of her mouth and her lips begrudgingly let it go. She strained at his grip to get it back in her mouth, and then she felt a slap on her face, then another. "You're a bad little Catholic Girl aren't you Sarah" he sneered down at her. She looked up to him tears welling in her eyes. "Yes Father I am Bad, Yes Father, Yes Father please don't stop."

"Tell me what you want you bitch in heat, tell me what you want NOW." he demanded.

On her knees with his cock just inches from her face she knew what she wanted. Sarah knew what she HAD to have. It made no sense to her, it didn't have to. She knew she was being taken, she knew she was being used and she LOVED it. She looked up at the Priest, "Bend me over and fuck me in my wedding dress, please" She batted her eyes, Sarah wanted her aching pussy to be filled. The next thing she knew he grabbed her hair and pulled her up standing. Even in her heels she was still 5 inches shorter than him. He was so strong and she so skinny and weak. She knew this man could do anything he wanted. She hoped that he would.

Sarah was pushed face down into the couch and he held her ass high. With his strong hand he pushed her face into the cushion. She could feel him throwing the back of her wedding gown up over her back. She pushed her ass as high up into the air as she could to give him better access. Finally she could feel him rip the last piece of fabric in the way and pull her lace panties down to her ankles forcing her legs closer together than she wanted, but the wonderful feel of the cold air on her burning HOT wet pussy was more than she could stand. "FUCK ME FATHER PLEASE" she screamed, not caring how might hear outside the door, even if any wedding guests were arriving early.

She could feel him bend down and whisper in her ear. "You think this is about you? You really are a stupid whore aren't you? This is about me and what I want and how I want to use your sexy body. I don't give a fuck about your pleasure. Your just wholes to me you dumb bitch and I know you love it, you are going to have to please yourself I'm going to do as I please." As he spoke she just got hotter and hotter. She pushed her ass up as high as it could go. Never had a man taken her this way. Never had a man spoken to her this way. She knew it was how she wanted to be treated.

Her eyes went wide as she felt huge pressure on her ass. He was not going to fuck her wet pussy he was TAKING HER ASS. Many times her fiancé had asked to fuck her ass. Every time she had said "no." Now she had no choice. She could feel her ass expand as he slowly pushed his huge cock into her most intimate place. He was using her and she now had juices flowing down her legs.

"Give up that ass on your wedding day you little slut, yeah that's right I'm taking your ass you little nymph." The Father spoke in her ear. She could only hear herself replying she was so lost in the moment of submission, "OH FATHER, please humiliate me, please spank that ass, do you like my white wedding dress father, do you like using your whore in her wedding dress?" she hissed as her right hand shot up to her clit and rubbed with all her might. He had used her mouth and was now using her ass and the fact that he didn't care about her pleasure only made her that more hot. Sarah knew she would let him do anything and she told him so, "Do whatever the fuck you want," She screamed.

The Priest was now pounding her ass with abandon. Sarah could feel her body being pushed and pulled. Her ass was in blissful pain. It was the sexiest moment in her young life. Her decadent mind wishing she was being videotaped in her white dress getting used like some slut. She could feel him come in her ass. Splitting her as his cum dripped down her round ass. Just then she had her own mind-blowing orgasm and her hands rubbed her clit hard and fast, her hand a blur.

She could feel the priest grab her hips and throw her to the floor. She fell on her hip. Her veil was askew, her white dress a complete mess, and one of the shoulders was torn. She looked up to him as he jerked his cock of its last few drops. He held her face up to his cock and drained his last shot across her nose and just above her eye. 

Sarah saw his face as he zipped up his fly and used his right hand to push her the rest of the way down on the floor. Sarah was completely prone. He chuckled as he slid his black dress shoe up to her face and nudged her lips with it.

Sarah used her tongue to lick the side of his shoe.

"Very good Sarah, I'm glad I was right about you, what a whore you are, on your wedding day! I know my words are just getting you hotter because they are true. I am going to leave now and you are going to finish your wedding and when you return from your honeymoon you will set aside two hours for confession on Thursday night. There I will do whatever I want and probably have some friends help me. Is that OK with you little Sarah?" As he asked he put the bottom of his foot gently on top of her check twisting it back and froth so that any dirt and cum would mess up her makeup.

"Yes Father, I will be there. Sarah stammered. She watched as he then walked out and left the door wide open behind him.



Wedding Day



It's a beautiful day. A cool breeze blows, lessening the warming effects of the shining sun which has already begun its descent into the horizon. The smell of freshly cut grass and fragrant flowers adds to the ambience, creating a soothing environment as the sounds of music begin to fill the air. I lounge back in my seat, relishing the warming sensation that begins to fill my body as I enjoy my fourth gin and tonic of the afternoon. 

It's a perfect day for a June wedding. 

I scan the crowd of mingling guests, before my gaze falls upon you once again. I always thought you would look ravishing in white...but my wildest fantasies could never prepare me for the sight that had continued to capture my attention from the moment I walked onto the grounds of the country club. My leering eyes become locked on your lithely toned body, elegantly displayed within the perfectly fitted dress that seems to hug every curve of your slender torso form. The silken fabric wrapped around your torso leaves just enough enticing cleavage to draw my stare from your smiling face. I study every crease in the dress as my eyes descend, looking on with increasing desire before scanning upwards to the flawlessly tanned skin of your upper chest and shoulders. Your honey blonde hair seems to catch the rays of the setting sun, shimmering with every movement of your head as the sexy golden strands bounce about the sides of your face. Even from a distance I can see the glimmer in your emerald eyes, sparkling with exuberance as you make the rounds, thanking the numerous guests for their attendance. 

I sip from my glass as I continue to watch you, my amorous yearning increasing with every passing moment. The purity of your appearance only serves to add fuel to the fires of my lust as equally un-pure thoughts begin to filter into my wandering mind. I begin to think back to our many nights together as my pulse quickens. I wonder what your new husband would think... if he knew the things I've done to you. 

I've noticed that you've been avoiding me, but I understand. After all...it's your day, and the last thing you probably want to think about is an "old flame." I, on the other hand have not been able to keep my thoughts from you, urged on by the faint but filthy memories combined with your exquisite appearance. I keep my eyes trained on you from a distance, until your face turns to catch my gaze, out eyes locking for a brief and fleeting moment. Quickly, you turn away, eliciting a smile from my curling lips as I begin to notice your discomfort. I take another drink and continue to watch. 

"I need to get a picture," someone calls out, producing yet another camera as you struggle to hide your frown. 

"In a minute," you reply with cordial complacency, brushing a strand of blonde hair from your face. "I think I need to fix my makeup first." 

After exchanging a few friendly words, you hike your flowing, white gown up off the grassy surface and begin your striding across the expansive lawn towards the clubhouse. I smile, take another sip, and then rise from my seat. After taking a cautious glance around, I begin to follow. 

All eyes are on you as you ascend the steps and make your way across the broad patio before disappearing into the building. I wait a moment before subtly slipping through the crowded throng and in through a side door. Gently, I close the heavy door behind me as I once again catch a glimpse of your flowing, ivory coloured form strolling gracefully across the chamber floor towards the bathrooms. You check the first one, and then the second, finding both occupied at the current moment. My heart is about to drop, when one of the staff points you in the direction of another option further down the hallway. I smile and finish the rest of my drink before setting the glass down on a nearby ledge. 

My pace increases with every step as I follow you, gaining ground as you make your way to the end of the hall before turning the corner. You find the unoccupied bathroom and reach down to turn the handle as I silently approach from behind. You step through the door, letting it slowly shut behind you. Before you can hear the satisfying 'click' of the locking mechanism, I reach a leg out and stop the door from shutting completely. With one final glance down the empty corridor, I push my way inside. 

You let out a startled gasp as you turn to see me stepping though the doorway. Your green eyes go wide and your jaw drops open with surprise as I flash a devilish smile and push the door closed. 

"What are you doing?" you ask with genuine concern as a worrisome expression crosses your flawless face. "You can't be in here!" 

"Damn, you look exquisite," I mention, ignoring your concerns as my eyes scan your body with a lustful hunger. "Although I am amazed to see you wearing white...after all the filthy things I've seen you do." 

Your amazed visage turns into a spiteful scowl as I take a step towards you. 

"That was before," you counter, placing your hands on your hips as you attempt to strike an authoritarian pose. "I'm a married woman now." 

As if to further drive home your point, you hold your hand up to display your newly placed wedding ring, wiggling your fingers as if to taunt me with your recent matrimony. 

"Now...," you state bluntly as you turn to view yourself in the mirror. "Get out of here before someone sees you." 

I just smile at your resistance and take another step, bringing my body up behind yours, inhaling your intoxicating scent as your body stiffens with trepidation. You try and spin around to face me, but my hands grab hold and grip you tightly as I press my body up against you. Before you can speak in protest, you feel my hot breath on your neck as I whisper into your ear. 

"Tell me," I hiss, grabbing your wrist and twisting your slender arm behind your back. "Does your new husband know where you were that night after your bachelorette party?" 

You begin to struggle but my forceful grip holds you tight. 

"Because I seem to remember...," I begin, my tongue lashing out to flick your delicate ear, your dangling diamond swinging as a restrained pant escapes your lips. "...you on your hands and knees...with my dick...in your ass." 

I can sense your heart rate quicken as you swallow deeply, closing your eyes to avoid the scene looking back at you from the mirror. My hand gradually migrates from your hip, up the front of your smooth, white dress as you continue to wiggle with token resistance. 

"Do you remember that night?" I asked calmly, pressing my lips to your neck, tasting your soft skin. 

"Y...yes," you whimper as I feel your body begin to melt into mine. 

"And do you remember what you said to me that night?" 

"Y...yes." 

My hand moves around behind you, feeling the taut curves of your toned little ass through the delicate fabric. 

"Tell me." 

"I...I can't," you mutter, fighting your urges as you squirm under my touch. "I'm married now." 

"Mmmm, I know," I purr sadistically, my eager hand clawing at your backside. "But I bet you're still the same dirty little slut you were two weeks ago." 

Again you struggle, but my grip holds you firm. Then, spinning you to the side, I push you up against the wall, your little pink lips parting in a silent gasp as your beautiful face is forced against the smooth surface. With your arm pinned between our bodies, you feel my cock swell within my pants as I grind myself lewdly into your ass. I wait for a brief moment, feeling you push back slightly into my hips, eliciting a satisfied smile from my curling lips as your dirty desires begin to overtake your better judgement. 

"No," you blurt out suddenly, once again struggling to break free. "I told you that was the last time!" 

"Oh and what a time it was," I purr deviously into your ear. "In fact...I still have the pictures from that night." 

I can feel your heavy breathing cease as the realization sinks in and you swallow hard with anxious trepidation. 

"There's one that I particularly enjoy," I mutter, my eager hands roaming your nubile little body. "I have one...of my dick inside your ass with your hands spreading your cute little cheeks for me." 

A soft whimper escapes your lips as my fingers grasp at your slender muscular hips through your wedding dress. 

"And...," I continue, my cock throbbing within my pants as I hold you pinned tightly against the wall. "...there's even a perfect view of your pretty little engagement ring." 

I feel your torso rise and fall as you swallow hard, my clutching hand beginning to pull the silky white fabric of your dress up the back of your legs. Within a few moments your elegant white heels are visible, along with the tantalizing white stockings adorning your slender legs. 

"No...," you whimper again, your reluctance slowly fading as more of your enticing thighs become visible to my prying eyes. "I need to get back. I'm supposed to be getting pictures taken...," 

"Maybe your husband would like to the see the pictures that I have?" I warned as I forced my hand between your firm thighs and pressed my palm up into the fabric of your dampening panties. 

"No!" you gasp in desperation, feeling my eager fingers caressing your sweltering folds through your underwear. "Don't! You can do whatever you want...just make it fast." 

Like music to my ears, your words fill me with satisfaction and I know that for the next foreseeable amount of time...you are mine. 

"Good," I hiss into your ear. "Now turn around and get on your knees." 

As your turn around to face me once again, my forceful hand moves to your bare shoulder and I push you down into a kneeling position before me. Waiting impatiently, I stand above you with hands on hips as your trembling hands reach out and begin to unfasten the front of my pants. My cock throbs with increasing intensity as your nimble fingers undo the top button and pull the zipper down, before my pants slide easily down my legs. Your little fingers curl into the waistband of my boxers and you proceed to pull them down, allowing my erect dick to bounce free before your eyes. Gingerly, you reach up with a shaking hand before I slap it aside in warning. 

"No hands!" I order firmly. "Open your mouth." 

After a brief moment of surprise, you lower your hands and submissively part your perfect pink lips as I place a hand on the top of your head and step forward to slide the tip of my engorged cock over your waiting tongue. Closing your mouth around my shaft, your eyes drift upwards to study my expression as I push forward to sink the length of my dick into your beautiful face. As my tip hits the back of your throat you begin to gag, reaching up reflexively to stop me. Before your hands get to me, I grab them and squeeze them together forcefully before pinning them to the wall above you. 

You let out a subtle whimper from around my shaft as I push forward, pressing my balls against your chin as I force myself past your luscious lips. With your head now pinned between my hips and the wall, I begin a slow, rhythmic grinding as I proceed to fuck your face. Fighting your gag reflex, your eyes shut tight as the tears begin to well up within them. 

"Open your eyes," I order, building up speed as my cock slams into your mouth with increasing intensity. 

With a flicker of your lashes, you force your eyes open and gaze up at me with those sparkling, emerald orbs as I return your obedience with a lustful smile. Savouring the sight of your glistening, pink lips wrapped around my shaft, I pump back and forth as I relish in the sensation of your warm, welcoming mouth. As you squirm beneath me, I hold your wrists with an iron grip and peer down to see my sliding cock become coated in a wet, glistening sheen. You gasp for breath as I withdraw, a think string of saliva connecting your parted lips with the swollen tip of my dick. 

"Suck my balls," I order, finally relinquishing my grip on your wrists. 

You crane your head back and desperately extend your tongue as my wet cock comes to rest across your perfect face. I notice your hand disappear between your legs, betraying the arousal that you are still trying to withhold, as I press my balls against your parted lips. I feel your talented tongue on my sensitive skin as you obediently bathe them with a combination of nimble licks and soft, gentle sucking. 

"Mmmm," I moan with enjoyment, as I feel your tiny wet tongue exploring further between my legs. "You looks like such a dirty little slut right now." 

"I...feel...dirty," you pant in response, your quiet voice interrupted only by the probing flicks of your tongue. 

"Not dirty enough," I state flatly as I reach down and push your head farther as I feel your wriggling tongue gliding along the underside of my balls and perineum. 

Letting out a muffled moan of appreciation, you encourage my forceful behaviour by treating my asshole to a few light, tender licks. 

"Good little whore," I praised, lifting my leg slightly to grant you unlimited access. "Lick my fucking ass!" 

Admiring the lust-driven talents of your nimble tongue, I soon become oblivious to your busy fingers beneath the alabaster folds of your wedding dress. After enduring a couple minutes of your tantalizing tongue lashing, my view is once again drawn down to your face, with your eyes tightly closed, exhibiting an expression of increasingly pure and carnal desire. In admiration of your rising arousal, I smile before becoming distracted by the ruffling of your shimmering, white dress which now contains your frantically working hand. 

"Are your fingers inside your cunt?" I asked, as I feel your tiny, wet tongue teasing my insatiable ass. 

"Uh huh," you groan in affirmation as you push your little white panties aside and bury two of your fingers deep inside your dripping wet hole. 

"Good," I respond calmly, trying in vain to maintain my composure. "Get them nice and wet." 

Your tongue laps at my asshole and you plunge your fingers deep inside your body as your juices trickle down your fingers and coat your newly placed wedding ring with a shimmering gleam. 

"Now take them out and put them in my ass." 

Without a moment of hesitation, you remove your hand from under your dress, allowing your panties to snap back in place over your flushing red pussy lips. You then reach up to slide your wet fingers between my tensing ass cheeks before finally finding the contracting knot of my pulsing asshole. Your lips slowly curl into a salacious smile before I push your head back and force the length of my cock back inside the inviting, warmth of your mouth as you wiggle your two middle fingers into my ass. As your pink lips descend onto my shaft, I feel the sharpness of your wedding ring scratching against my sensitive flesh as my hole accepts your eager digits. The small room becomes filled with a lewd slurping sound as your head bobs back and forth on my cock and your wiggling fingers massage the inside of my asshole. 

A couple minutes later and I'm pulling you up from your knees, eager to sample one of your other delectable orifices. 

"I...really should....get back," you whimper meekly as I wrap my fingers around your neck and pull you to your feet. "They're going to get suspicious...," 

Before you can complete your statement of futile resistance, you find yourself spun around forcefully and bent over the counter. Letting out a startled shriek, you brace yourself with your arms as you feel your dress being pulled up over your hips. With the silky, white fabric bunched around your waist, you feel the cool air on the back of your thighs as I step back to take in the enticing view. 

My arousal only rises as I see you bent over in submission, your toned, slender legs covered to mid-thigh by a pair of flawless, white stockings. As I step back towards your impeccable form, my gaze becomes transfixed on your pert little ass, covered by a meager pair of lacy white panties nestled neatly in the crease formed by your tiny round cheeks. I take a brief moment to admire the sexy sight before reaching out and tearing down your underwear in an uncontrollable bout of renewed frenzy. As the delicate garment falls down around your ankles, I push my own pants down and kick them aside before stepping closer with my dick gripped tightly in my hand. 

Your lips let out a quiet, feminine gasp as you feel my pulsing cockhead gliding easily up your dripping wet pussy lips in preparation. 

"I want to hear you say it," I mutter absently, watching the sticky pre-cum oozing from my tip mingling with the dewy juices that coat your blushing pink folds. 

"F...fuck...me," you murmur, before your head thrashes back violently and your mouth opens in a silent, lustful gasp as I thrust the entire length of my dick inside you. 

Revelling in the pleasurable feeling of your wet pussy walls against my naked shaft, my hands grip your hips as I proceed to fuck you with deep, forceful strokes. Your hands claw with futility at the smooth countertop and I see your taut muscles tensing beneath the perfectly tanned skin of your back and shoulders. Reaching out, I place my hands on either side of your neck and pull your body back to meet my thrusting cock. My hips begin colliding repeatedly into your tender flesh as the sharp sounds of slapping skin echoes within the small room. Unable to restrain my lascivious urges, the tempo of my thrusting quickly rises to a furious level. 

"I knew you were still a dirty little whore," I state with satisfaction as my hand strikes the firm cheek of your ass, leaving a glowing red handprint in its wake. 

"Ugh," you moan as you feel the sharp sting of my hand against your supple flesh. 

My filthy words, combined with pleasurable pain of my slapping hand sends you closer to the edge as your heart quickens and your pussy drools around my cock. My fingers dig into your soft skin as my hands clutch your ass, lewdly splaying your cheeks wide with my hips butting repeatedly into the back of your thighs. 

"So...," I continue, as I slide one of my hands over and press my thumb into the tight little knot of your asshole. "Has your husband had the pleasure of fucking this slutty little ass yet?" 

"No...," you peep timidly as you feel me massaging your little pink star with grinding, pressing motions of my thumb. 

"Well, you must be craving it then," I respond calmly as I begin to sink my digit into your ass. "I know how much a filthy little anal whore you are." 

"Uh...huh," you manage to pant in affirmation as your asshole clenches around my thumb. 

"I bet you wish it was my cock in your ass right now don't you?" 

"Y...yes." 

"Say it," I order, slowly withdrawing my thumb. "I want to hear you beg for it." 

"Please...," you begin sheepishly. "...fuck my slutty little asshole." 

As soon as those filthy words leave your lips, I slip my dick from your hot little hole and grip it with anticipation as you reach back with trembling hands to pull your cheeks wide. I tap my swollen, shimmering tip against your waiting star, smiling as it winks and pulses as if begging me to test its depths. Letting a droplet of spittle fall from my tongue, I use my thumb to smear it over your tiny opening in preparation. I can see your torso rise and fall with every breath you take, your body pressed firmly against the countertop as you await the obscene invasion of your most private orifice. 

Your breathing halts however, when you feel the spongy tip of my cock being forced past your taut, muscular ring and your perfectly manicured nails dig into the flesh of your own ass as you hold it spread wide in wanton invitation. You barely even notice the conversation that seems to be going on just on the other side of the bathroom door, but your acknowledge it enough to make you bite your lip to muffle your lust-driven moans as my cock begins to slip into the confines of your tight little asshole. 




Wedding Day



"What's the matter?" I ask in a taunting tone as I continue to sink my thick shaft into your quivering body. "Don't you want everyone else to know what a dirty little asswhore you are?" 

My words only excite your more and you shut your eyes and squeal through clenched teeth as my balls come to rest comfortable against your flushed, wet pussy lips. With your asshole now snugly stretched around my pole, I inch it in as far as I can, before slowly grinding my hips into your muscular ass. As I feel your lithe body quake under me, my slow deliberate grinding soon turns into a gentle stabbing, as my cock penetrates your clenching hole with short, cautious thrusts. 

"Oh, Fuckkkkkk," you moan softly, as you feel me building up speed until my hips are slapping the backs of your thighs and my dick is driving deep with every forceful jab. 

You reach back with a hand to slow my assault, but I grab you firmly by the wrist and pin it tightly against your back before slamming my dick into your ravaged asshole with a particularly potent thrust. 

"Uh uh," I scold as I treat your quivering ass to another heavy slap of my hand. "This is my ass. I will whatever I want with it." 

You purr in agreement as I resume filling your greedy little asshole with a series of deep, plunging strokes. With your arm pinned firmly against your back, you are at the mercy of my sexual hunger as I continue to relentlessly violate your tender hole. Reaching down your body, I grab the back of your hair through the thin veil that hands down to your neck, pull your head up as your panting mouth lets out a startled gasp. 

"Look," I order, thrusting deeply as the counter top edge digs into your waist. "Look in the mirror and tell me what you see." 

Gazing forward into the mirror, you take in the filthy scene with shameless amazement as your panting lips form the beginnings of a mischievious smile. 

"I...see a dirty fucking whore of a bride with a cock up her ass," you answer as your eyes contact mine in the mirror, your face studying mine for signs of approval. 

You find it, when my mouth forms a satisfied grin and I push your head back down against the countertop. 

"And whose ass is this?" I ask in between heavy breaths, my pace growing more frantic by the second. 

"Yours!" you exclaim, pushing your hips back to meet my eager thrusts. "It's your fucking ass!" 

"And when can I fuck it?" 

"Anytime you want!" you respond, as I close my eyes in concentration. 

Sensing my approaching climax, you continue your obscene ranting as your insatiable asshole continues to swallow up the length of my dick with each and every stroke. 

"I want to be your whore," you squeal. "I want you use me whenever you want. Make me your dirty little slut and send me back home to my husband with your cum dripping out of my ass." 

The shameless vigour of your unbearable words takes me over the edge and you feel my balls contracting against your pussy as I force my cock deep inside your pulsing hole. My orgasmic groans are soon overtaken by your appreciative moaning as you feel spurt after spurt of hot, sticky cum splashing through the inside of your ass. With each eruption, I stab forward until the last of my juices have dribbled from my spent cock. I give you a few more gentle thrusts, my dick now sliding easily back and forth in your cum filled asshole, coating my entire length with the creamy white fluids. My long, wet strokes grow increasingly shallow, until my slippery pole slides out entirely, and your freshly fucked ass snaps back shut, sealing my hot cum within your depths. 

You remain bent over the counter, trying to collect your thoughts as you take a few heavy, but well-earned breaths, thinking the forbidden ordeal had come to an end. But as you reach down to pull your little white panties back up your legs, you once again find your hand clutched firmly in my forceful grasp. 

"Not so fast," I state abruptly as I spin your back around and force you down to your knees in front of me. "I'm not finished with you yet." 

From your kneeling position you stare up at me as I guide my cum-coated cock towards your beautiful face. With well-learned obedience, your lips part and your warm, wet mouth accepts my glistening dick with eagerness. You taste my sticky cum as it slides along your tongue and your lips close around my base, enveloping me as you proceed to suck down the slippery fluids. I shudder from the sensation as you slide your lips back over my sensitive tip, emitting an obscene slurping sound as you continue to suck away at my half-erect dick. The pleasurable feeling of your busy mouth prevents my cock from wilting any further however, and soon begins to pulse to life once again from within your sliding, pink lips. 

"Mmmm," I murmur with enjoyment as I look down at you. "I wonder what your new husband would say if he knew his sweet little bride was in the bathroom, on her knees with a cock in her mouth?" 

My teasing words bring you back to reality as your thoughts immediately turn to the numerous guests that must be patiently awaiting your return. 

"I need to get back," you state emphatically as you let my dick slip from your mouth, suddenly feeling an anxious urgency. 

You reach down to lift your dress off the floor and begin to rise back to your feet, before I stop you with a firm placement of my hand. 

"Uh uh," I respond simply with a shake of my head as I push you back down to your knees before forcing you to the ground. 

Without regard for the immaculate purity of your unsullied, white dress, I pin you to the cold floor. Your heart races with renewed exhilaration as you stare up at me with widened eyes, watching intently as I step over to stand above your waiting, trembling body. As I straddle your face, and gaze down at you, a smile once again finds its way onto my face. Your form is a picture of purity and innocence, clad in shimmering pearly fabric, contrasted against the filthy bathroom floor. Your expensive white dress is soon unceremoniously bunched around your waist, exposing your hairless pussy as your panties remain clinging to the curves of your slender legs as you stare up at me from the cold tile floor. 

"Are you ready to show me what a real whore you can be?" I ask, grinning down at your flushed face from between my legs as my hand casually strokes my hardening cock. 

"Y...Yes," you whimper as your shaking hand once again finds its way between your legs. 

"Good," I respond bluntly. "Because you're going to tongue fuck my ass until I cum all over your pretty little face." 

Upon hearing my nasty words, you lick your glossy lips in anticipation as I lower myself down towards your head. Your fingers, which are fast at work between your legs, soon pause as you see my slow and gradual descent, bringing my ass closer to your lips. 

"Mmmm," we both moan in tandem as I feel the sensitive skin of my asshole touch the soft, welcoming texture of your parting lips. 

The weight of my lowering body forces you to plant a deep, loving kiss on my ass, which soon turns into a sensual tongue-fucking as your wriggling, wet appendage begins stabbing at my tightly closed hole. My hand's pace quickens as I stroke my dick with long, easy movements, encouraged by the probing actions of your nimble little tongue. Your fingers have found your clit and are fast at work as you rub your fleshy little button with rapid circular motions as I grind my eager asshole into your mouth. 

"That's it slut!" I groan ecstatically, closing my eyes with indescribable pleasure as I feel your tiny wet tongue snaking its way into my clenching ass. "Make yourself cum. Make yourself cum while you lick my ass!" 

My dirty talking only encourages you and you penetrate my ass with deep, probing thrusts as your body begins to tremble with approaching orgasm. The sensation of your tongue stabbing into my hole begins to send me over the edge and I feel my balls tighten as my ass contacts around your face. You let out a prolonged, high pitched squeal as your entire body writhes beneath me and my hand strokes at a feverish pace. Your green eyes flutter open and shut as I take my tongue-wetted asshole off your gasping mouth as a fountain of hot, white cum begins to blast forth into the air before splashing down my knuckles and dripping down onto your tongue. Lost in orgasmic bliss you keep your mouth open as the rest of my drizzling load trickles down onto your face. 

As I squeeze the last drops of warm fluid from the tip of my dick, I once again rise to stand above you with satisfaction. Stepping away from you, I retrieve my pants as you remain panting uncontrollably on the bathroom floor. 

"You better fix your make-up," I mention as I pull my pants up and buckle my belt. "You don't want any of that cum on your face showing when you get your picture taken." 

Gingerly, you wipe a droplet of cum from your cheek and slide it into your mouth as I make my way over to the door. I place my hand on the door handle and listen intently for the sound of any passer-bys. When the coast is clear, I cautiously turn the handle and push the door open, before slipping out into the hallway. 

I have a feeling we'll be seeing each other again.



Wedding Day



My wedding day was tomorrow and I was besides myself. My fiance and I were back in the town I grew up in. I had wanted to marry in my hometown and now it was just a day away. All the plans were set and my mother flying around making last minute preparations. My dad was strangely silent. When I was growing up, my dad and I were always close. I could tell him anything and he would give me good advice. I wanted to talk to him alone, but there wasn't much time.

Evening finally came and everyone went off to bed early. It was going to be a hectic day tomorrow. My fiance Mark and I decided to sleep in separate beds. It was just better for all concerned. I tried to sleep, but my mind was spinning. I got up and went out to the kitchen to get something to drink. Maybe that would calm me down. When I got there my dad was sitting at the kitchen table.

"Are you okay Dad?"

"I just couldn't sleep, that's all," he told me.

I stood behind him and rubbed his shoulders. He turned around to face me.

"Tomorrow's the big day, no turning back now," he said to me.

My Dad stood up and took me in his arms. There we both were in our bathrobes. I held onto my Dad tightly. We looked at each other and we had a kiss. I don't know how to explain it. My Dad and I opened our mouths to each other and our tongues met. I know how crazy it sounds, but I needed him. My Dad's hands fumbled with the belt on my robe and he untied it. My robe fell to the floor and then my Dad shed his bathrobe.

There we stood, father and daughter naked in the kitchen. I hated to think if anyone woke up and saw us just then. I felt my Dad reach down and brush his fingers across my mound. I was damp from all this activity. 

"I need you Diane," he said to me.

I hated to admit it, I wanted my Dad. I know it was so wrong, but I craved my Dad's love. He pulled his hand away from my pubic area and I felt his now erect cock pushing against me. We were standing near the counter. My Dad lifted me up onto the edge of it. He spread my thighs apart and then he entered me. I had to stop myself from crying out. His cock felt enormous inside me. My husband-to-be Mark was nowhere near as big as my Dad in the cock department.

Daddy started to pump his erect cock into me. I just bit my lip as we did it there on the kitchen counter. His cock was making me wild for him every time he buried his dick into my belly. All I could think of is that I didn't want him to stop. I wanted this to go on for as long as he could last. It was so quiet, all you could hear was skin hitting against skin. I was having all these small orgasms. That was until my Dad gave me his seed.

Dad's body stiffened and I felt this rush of his love cream flooding my body. I used my muscles to get every drop of his love offering. I know how wrong it was, but I needed his cum in my pussy. Dad kept fucking me for the longest time. Maybe ten minutes went by before he got soft. Dad slowly pulled his cock from me. All his juices came spilling out. We held each other momentarily and then we cleaned up our mess and put our robes back on.

I went to the bathroom to clean up and then I went back to bed. I couldn't sleep, of course. All I could think of was my father and I making love in the kitchen. I must have drifted off because the next thing I heard was my mother knocking on the door to wake me. I didn't have much time to reflect that morning. We were soon at the church and there I was, with my dad walking me up the aisle.

I could still feel his seed floating around inside me as I stood with Mark and exchanged our vows. What had I done? I was now married, but all I could think of was my Dad fucking me. At the reception my father and I did the traditional first dance. He held his face close to my ear.

"I want you again Diane, I need my cock buried in your pussy."

I nearly collapsed right there on the dance floor. If I could, I would have fucked Dad at the reception. I knew that I was going to have my Dad as my lover in the future. What would happen with Mark, I had no idea. I had recently gone off the pill. Mark and I were going to try for a baby. My Dad had already beaten Mark to the punch. All I know is that this is going to be one crazy ride.



Wedding Day Aftermath



Here I was on my honeymoon with my new husband Mark. The problem was I had sex with my Dad on the night before the wedding. All I could do was think of that moment. Mark and I were in bed and he was on top of me. God help me, I had to pretend I was enjoying the sex. There was Mark pretending he was some porn star doing it on the screen.

I had to moan and move around on the bed like I was getting into it. I wasn't. Mark was actually sort of small in the cock department. My Dad had to be a good eight inches and thick as well. What did I do? I pretended that my Dad was feeding me his thick monster. Oh how I squealed for my new husband. Thankfully he came quickly. I just wished this week together was soon over.

We did get back home and settled into our new married life. I quickly called my Mom and told her I was hoping that she and my Dad would pay us a visit. I don't think that my new husband was all that happy having company so soon, but too bad. My parents did show up a couple of weeks later. I can't tell you how happy I was to see my Dad. When he hugged me I made a special effort to push my tits into his chest.

Nothing happened that day, but the following day Mark wanted to get some beer and a few groceries. I asked my Mom to go along so I could spend some time with my Dad. Mom didn't think a thing about it. She was happy to get to know her new son. Off they went and I took my Dad immediately into our spare bedroom. We stripped down and my Dad was soon all over me. He had me lie back and he went down on me. 

His tongue was lapping up and down my folds and was giving me shivers down my spine. Once we got wound up I mounted him. His hard staff was standing straight up. I got over top of him and I rubbed my pussy all over his cock. That was about all my Dad could take. He placed his hands on my hips and he brought me down onto his rod.

"This is all I could think about all these weeks," my Daddy told me.

We didn't waste a moment's time. As I slid down on his pole, my Dad would bring his ass up and feed me all of his thick monster. I screamed my fool head off. This wasn't pretending like with my husband. I needed fucked by a real man. Dad reached up with his hands and cupped my breasts. God, how he squeezed them! I had dreams of making love to my Dad all these weeks, now it was coming true.

He pumped his erection deep into my pussy. I lost track of all the little orgasms he gave me. My Dad was pushing me to a big climax and then it happened. Dad let out this grunt and I felt him fire his man seed into me. He must have squirted for a good ten minutes, filling me with his sticky juices. When it seemed he was finally empty I fell onto his chest and held him tight.

"I needed you so badly, Daddy," I told him.

He just smiled as we had a hot kiss together. Just then I heard car doors slamming. I jumped off the bed, gathered my clothes and ran into the bathroom. My husband and Mom were back sooner than I expected. Maybe we had just lost track of time after all that screwing. Don't ask me how, but my Dad got dressed and I composed myself in the bathroom. My mother did notice that my face was flushed! Damn, it was just like her to bring that up.

Anyway, our tryst was still a secret. Thankfully Mark didn't insist on sex that night. I still had my father's cum swimming around in my pussy. I was also sore from the fucking I took from my Dad's big cock. There weren't many opportunities for my Dad and I that weekend. We ended up chancing it like we did the night before my wedding. That night my Dad met me in the living room. We were living in an apartment at the moment. We stole down to the laundry room on the bottom floor.

Thankfully no one was doing laundry at 2am that night. Dad boosted me onto one of the dryers and he fucked me much like that fateful night. My Dad was so powerful this evening. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he lifted me up. Slowly, my Dad lowered me onto his hard prick. There we stood, fucking in the laundry room. Even though we shut the door I had to try and be quiet. My dad was thrusting into me as deeply as he could and I took every hard inch he gave me. I knew this was going to be the last fucking for awhile. I squeezed my Dad's massive cock and took everything he could give me.

I have no idea how long we did it down there. My Dad's body stiffened and he eventually flooded my tummy with his baby seed. Yes, I had thought about that event. I was now off the pill and my father had taken me with his bare cock. Not only that, I had taken three loads of his seed into my greedy pussy. I began to wonder if he would impregnate me. We did finish our lovemaking and quietly went back to the apartment.

No one had missed us luckily. The next day my parents were off for home. The only thing on my mind was how I was going to live this charade with Mark and not make love to my Daddy. I knew one of two things were going to have to occur. I was going to have to shed my new husband somehow or we were going to have to move closer to my parents. I am now contemplating those two things as I feel my Dad's seed inside me still.



Wedding Day Bliss



"Okay everyone, everybody out! I want 20 minutes alone with best friend before she's taken from me forever!" That's what I heard my best friend Sheri tell everyone in the room. 

We were in my room at the hotel where everyone was helping me get dressed for the wedding. I had already been to the salon and my nails were all done, my hair was up and my veil was worked into my blonde tresses. I had on white hose and was wearing a white men's dress shirt so it would be easy to get undressed when it was time to don the wedding dress.

I looked over at Sheri with a quizzical look as the room emptied, but she just met my gaze and continued clearing the room. 

She grabbed one of my bridesmaids and pressed her room key into her hand. "I'm in 208 and I've got a buffet set up for everyone. We'll be there in just a bit, but don't wait for us. You guys go ahead and start eating." She pushed the door closed and leaned her back against it and let out a deep sigh. 

I stood in the middle of the room looking at her and finally asked, "Do you want to tell me what that was all about?" 

"I have something for you," she said with a smile. "I'm not exactly sure how you're going to take it, but I want you to know my heart was in the decision to get this for you." 

"I'm sure whatever it is, it will be very special," I told her. 

She walked over to the little refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of champagne and two glasses. As she poured the drinks, she looked over her shoulder and replied, "Oh, it's very special. I think it's something you're always going to remember."

She turned and handed me both glasses, each a quarter full of champagne. "Stand right there and don't move," she told me as she reached forward and started unbuttoning my shirt. 

I had both hands full so I couldn't stop her. "What the heck are you doing?" I asked her with a nervous smile.

She stared me straight in the eyes as her fingers continued undoing buttons. She leaned closer and whispered into my ears. "This is your last chance. I'm going to give you something you've always wanted." She stepped back and opened the front of the shirt just enough to partially bare my breasts and show that I wasn't wearing panties. 

She went down to her knees in front of me.

"Ummm, Sheri," I said looking down at her on her knees as her beautiful green eyes looked up at me. "I don't know what you're thinking, but I'm not...."

She put her finger to her lips and said, "Shhhhh. Just wait."

She reached into her tiny purse that was on the floor and opened it. She pulled out a garter slip. She softly put her left hand on the back of my left calf and then used her right hand to lift my foot up gently. She slowly slid the garter across my foot and ankle, up my calf and to the top of my thigh-high hose. Then she stood up.

She walked to the door that connected the two rooms together and undid the deadbolt. She looked back at me and said, "I've given you twenty minutes. Don't waste it."

Then she pulled the door open. The door to the other room was open and she walked through, leaving me standing alone in the room.

I stood there for a heartbeat or two and then began to move toward the open door.

That's when he walked into the room. Kyle. My old boyfriend. We had dated all through high school and into college. We broke up over some stupid argument and he had transferred to a school in California. My heart skipped a beat. My heart stopped.

"You are so beautiful," he said with a breathless whisper as he stepped into the room.

"Oh Kyle!" I practically cried out as I rushed to him, the champagne glasses dropping to the floor. I ran to him, throwing my arms around him and pushing my face against his hard, muscled chest. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I heard the door to the rooms gently close and click shut. Sheri. Leaving us our privacy.

He looked down at me as I looked up. Our eyes met, and then our lips. We kissed gently and then with urgency. The tips of our tongues danced together and I remembered his taste, his smell, the feel of him as he held me in his arms. It was all so much I thought I would faint. 

I broke for air, filling the silence with questions, "How? Who? Did Sheri? Why?"

He shushed me by pressing his lips again to mine. When he finally pulled away, he said, "Sheri called. I couldn't pass up the chance to be with you...one last time."

I was confused. A million thoughts were running through my head. "One last time? What does he mean by that? Oh my gosh! I'm about to be married!" 

"Stacey," he whispered and it sounded just like it always had, as if he'd never left. "We only have a short time."

Suddenly it all came to me. What Sheri had done. Why he was here. Was I going to go through with this? On my wedding day?

I was flustered, "How could he do this to me?" I thought to myself. I must have looked confused, my eyes flitting around the room as I tried to think.

He said my name one more time. Softly. Gently. And I knew. I knew he would be the gentleman. He would walk away. Again. 

I looked up at him. "Take off your clothes," I practically growled to him as I slipped the shirt off of my body and let it fall to the floor. I stood before him wearing only white hose, a garter slip, and a veil. "Take off your clothes and fuck me!"

"Hurry baby!" I whispered urgently as I reached over and began undoing his pants as pulled his polo over his head. In seconds, I had his pants around his ankles and then was pulling his boxers down his thighs. His tumescent cock bounced upward as the elastic of the boxer waistband freed it. I fell to my knees in front of him, his cock hot in my soft hands.

I slipped the purple-red head of his shaft passed my lips, running my tongue all around it in my mouth. I heard him moan as I looked up at him. Our eyes met. My mouth full of his hard cock, my lips wrapped around the shaft. 

He watched me lick and suck his dick for a minute and then pulled me up and pressed me back onto the bed. I pulled him with me as I relaxed onto the mattress, my legs spreading and widening for him. I felt the weight of his body as he collapsed momentarily on top of me before rising up on his elbows. My hands went down to guide him into me. 

I whispered urgently, "Put it in me. I want to feel that cock inside of me. Fuck me." 

I used my hand to guide his cock to my pussy, slid it in and around the hot wetness that was oozing from me. "Push." I told him and my breath left my body in a whoosh as his entire cock slid deep inside me. 

I relished the moment for a few seconds but then began to move my hips, tightening the inner walls of my pussy on his cock as he began to thrust.

"We...don't...have...much time....baby," I told him between each thrust, the movement of his cock pushing the breath from me with each forward hump into me.

His right hand reached over to cup my breast as he held himself up with his left arm. "You're so fucking gorgeous," he said as he continued fucking me. 

I could have stayed there forever. On my back. My legs spread wide. My arms around his back, sliding, scratching him, gripping his ass as he pumped his cock in and out of me. 

There just wasn't time. It wasn't fair to get a taste of this pleasure and then lose it again, this time forever. 

"Oh Kyle. Oh Kyle. Fuck me baby. On my fucking wedding day, fuck me!" I don't know where the words were coming from as I urged him on. This wasn't me. I was a good girl. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck me, Kyle!"

His intensity increased as I urged him on. He leaned forward, his chest against my face, just like I remembered it. Kyle was the first guy for me and we had learned our bodies together. He knew exactly what to do to me. When he leaned forward like that, his cock slamming into me, it was pushing against my clit. Every thrust was rubbing against me. I was so close. This was so wild. I could feel his cock thickening, knowing he was close too.

"Ohhhh, Oh. Oh." I moaned and he knew I was close. He started going faster, deeper and suddenly it was happening. My whole body convulsing beneath him. My pussy clenched tight around the shaft of his cock. "Ohhhhhh, ungh, ungh!" I moaned loudly as my body shivered with the pleasure of orgasm. 

Then I felt Kyle stiffen on me, in me as he slammed deeply one last time, burying his throbbing cock inside of me. I felt a hot jet of his cum squirt inside of me and then he rapidly pulled out and pressed his hard, steaming cock against my lower belly and I felt the rest of his spasms. His hot seminal fluid exploded from his cock, coating my belly with his juices. Finally he collapsed onto the bed, partly on my body as he struggled to keep his entire weight from crushing me. 

I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my ankles, holding us together. I felt his cock softening against my belly, but I continued to hold him tightly.

We might have fallen asleep, we might have passed out for all I know, but the next thing I knew I was hearing a gentle rapping against the connecting room door. Sheri.

We moved as if underwater. Slowly rising from the bed, getting dressed. He brought me a wet towel from the bathroom. Warm. Kyle always thinking of me, taking the time to run the water warm before dampening the towel. He came to me as I was wiping his cum from my stomach.

He took my chin into his hands and guided my lips to his. "I'll always love you, Stacey," he said. Then he turned and went through the connecting door. 

Sheri came in. She gave me a quick smile and immediately went to straighten the comforter. She picked up the champagne glasses and blotted up the liquid with another towel.

I stood there in a daze, not knowing what to do. She finally came over to me, took the towel from my hand and finished wiping me down. "Made a bit of a mess on you, didn't he?" she whispered knowingly as she buttoned me back into my shirt. Then she stepped away, tossed the towel in the bathtub and turned back to me.

"Well, Miss Stacey, let's get you ready for your wedding! She helped me into my lacey panties and bra, the ones I chose especially to wear under my bridal gown. Then she wrapped me into a robe and we went down the hall to the buffet Sheri had set up.

An hour later, I was walking down the aisle. In moments I would forever be known as Mrs. Stacey Barton. I looked down the aisle past everyone to where my future husband was standing. I was proud to soon be his wife. I caught the eye of my Maid of Honor and as I returned her smile, Sheri gave me a knowing wink.



Wedding Day Blues



A little 'loving wives' tale with little graphic sex in it, so if that's what you crave, please move on.

*

"Oh my God!

That's it ---- that's it ---- don't stop.

Aaah you bull you, you fucking bull.

More ---- more ---- more!

Oh yes --- yes --- yeeeeeeeeeees!"

With a final shudder that ran right through my body, my toes uncurled, my nipples seemed to explode. Then I collapsed exhausted on top of the hunk of a man that I was astride.

My bare breasts flattened against his chest, and slowly, no hurry, just very slowly and deliciously, I experienced that wonderful feeling of his large cock slowly deflating inside of me, slowly, wonderfully, slipping out with a silent plop!

We both lay there panting, trying to regain our breath, my body, so small against his, gently rising and falling as his chest rose and fell.

"Bugger me Dave that was good." I informed the good-looking man under me once I could find my breath.

"Isn't it always Barby?" He answered.

My name wasn't actually Barby, and for that matter it wasn't even Barbara. Some years ago when at school some guy had compared me to his sister's Barby Doll and the name had simply stuck.

Well that more or less gives you some idea of what I look like I guess. Tall, blonde, willowy and with big boobs. OK, not as big as the real Barby's tits, and they're real rather than plastic, and big enough that nobody ever complained.

Certainly the guy who first gave me that name didn't, and he enjoyed playing with them often enough at the time.

I looked down at my lover and smiled happily. We'd first had sex together some seven years previously when we'd been at College together as teenagers, and had hit it off straight away. It had been great that first time, and had got even better over the years.

Practice makes perfect they do say, and I found sex with my friend Dave just as close to perfect as I could possibly imagine.

"That was fucking marvelous Barby," reiterated Dave. "How come we never got married?"

"Because you're an asshole Dave," I reminded him for the fiftieth time.

"Mel doesn't think so." Dave pointed out cheekily.

"That's because your poor wife doesn't know that you've never stopped fucking me Dave," I pointed out, grinning at him.

"Could be," he agreed grinning back at me with that cheeky smile of his that I loved so much.

We lay there for a little longer in silence, while I rubbed my tits slowly back and forward against his chest, relishing the feel of his chest hairs as they caught against my still hard nipples. I could feel a third session coming on.

"What about Nick then?" Dave reminded me.

"Oh God yes; I mustn't forget, I'm supposed to be meeting him in town this afternoon."

"That's not what I mean silly," Dave interrupted me. " I mean how come I'm an asshole for screwing you, but you're not an asshole for having sex with me."

"Not the same." I pouted.

"How come it's not the same?" He demanded. "You're engaged to the guy, and due to get married in a few weeks."

"It's just not the same Dave." I tried to explain. "Men are happy as long as they get regular sex, but women, sensual women that is, need some variety. They need the feel of different cocks inside them from time to time."

"Time to time for Christ's sake," he laughed out loud. "How many men have you been to bed with since you got engaged to Nick?

I thought about it, remembering that I'd got engaged to Nick nearly five months ago.

"Eight," I told him trying my best to be honest.

"What about me."

"OK nine then," I admitted with a giggle. "But I'm going to stop the day I get married."

"Think you really can?" Dave asked.

I slithered my nakedness further up his gorgeous hard body, and started to kiss him passionately while I rubbed my pussy up against his hardening cock.

It was a pretty neat way of avoiding that question, as I wasn't really sure that I knew the true answer. I truly intended to be faithful to Dave's best friend Nick after we became man and wife, but then I'd promised myself the very same thing when we'd got engaged five months ago.

If only life wasn't so complicated.

If only there weren't so many gorgeous sexy men around.

If only my pussy didn't throb so, whenever an attractive man talked to me.

"Well I'm going to be Nick's best man on the day Barby," He reminded me. "But who's the best in bed?"

I gave that a moments thought, and then wished I hadn't. How do you give an honest answer to a question like that? Insult my husband to be ---- or lie to my favorite lover.

"Neither of you," I told him at last, making sure that he saw my mocking grin. "It was the black chap I picked up in the pub last week."

"Cheeky cow," Dave cried out, and pinched one of my nipples hard, pulling and tugging at it till I squealed out loud, and at last with a giggle agreed that it was in fact him who was best ----- Maybe the best by far.

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"Hi Barby."

Nick stood up like the gentleman he is, as the Maitre 'd showed me to his table. One of the advantages of having a boyfriend like Nick was that I eat in posh restaurants like that one all the time.

Little me from the back streets of South East London, being wined and dined by the son of one of the best families in the country.

Fucked by him as well for that matter.

"Hi Nick," I greeted him with a smile on my face. "Sorry I'm late sweetheart, but I got caught up on something."

What a sweetheart my Nick was. Never queried what I had been stuck up on to make me so late. Not that I could have told him that it had been his best friend's hard cock.

"Just over two weeks to go now Barby," my lovely six foot tall hunk of a husband to be reminded me, as he curled his arm round my slender waist. "Then we can sleep together every night without having to pretend we weren't to my parents."

"Not so loud Nick," I admonished him in not much more than a whisper. "I don't want everyone round us to know what we get up to.

"You're such a sweet little innocent aren't you honey," Nick laughed at me as I fluttered my eyebrows at him. "Nobody cares these days if we sleep together before we're married."

I shrugged my shoulders in reluctant acceptance, relishing the fact that my sweet man thought he had popped my cherry shortly after we had got engaged.

If only he knew.

If only he knew that I'd spent the night before and half this morning fucking his best friend in positions that he didn't know existed. How could I possibly introduce him to such acts, which I adored so much when he thought I was such an innocent little thing?

"Even so Nick," I carried on putting on an embarrassed grin, doing my naive little schoolgirl act. "You know how much I enjoy going to bed with you, but you don't have to let everyone know what we get up to do you?"

Nick chuckled and smiled at me as if I was a small child. Oh I loved it when he treated me like that. I absolutely loved it when he treated me like an innocent young girl. 

He really thought that he had taught me everything that I knew about sex. Sometimes it was so difficult not to take the lead, not to take him to the edge of oblivion, to blow his mind, like I knew I could.

That would come of course, and I was looking forward to it developing over the next year or so. But meanwhile I had to play the inexperienced card, even acting so nervous when he suggested that I try giving him a blowjob, claiming that I wasn't really ready for that yet. Making him wait, when in reality I wanted to get my lips round his lovely cock, every bit as much as he wanted it, if not more.

The one time I'd actually kissed the tip of it, after he'd been on at me for so long just to taste it, I'd burst into tears, mock tears, and the poor sod had fallen for it. 

Stupid upper class sod!

No, that's not fair at all. I did love him. No honestly I did love him, and was really looking forward to spending the rest of my life with him. Once I'd trained him a little, he would probably be just as good in bed as Dave.

Well, maybe nearly so.

And if he wasn't?

Well Dave would still be there for me of course. 

And Mike and Fred and Miguel and .......

Oh it really wouldn't be a problem, and even I could afford to be a bit patient in order to marry into one of the richest families around.

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The two weeks seemed to fly by, and before I knew it, Nick was off on his stag night with his pals, my hen night being scheduled for the night after, the night before our wedding.

"Now you behave yourself Nick," I warned him as I brushed his jacket down with the back of my hand. "Don't let those wild friends of yours lead you astray."

"Don't worry sweetheart," he replied happily. "Dave has promised me faithfully to keep me on the straight and narrow."

Oh yer!

I already knew what they had in mind for him, having wheedled it out of Dave the night before when I refused to suck him off till he told me all. He'd held out well, right up till I threatened to get out of his car completely naked and go and knock on his neighbor's door. The one he didn't like that is. The big French rugby player who had flirted with his wife, Mel, at the Christmas party. 

Then again of course, Dave had no idea that it would be nothing new for Jean-Pierre to see me in the nude; but then, why should he? Was none of his business after all.

It sounded OK --------- The stag party that is.

They were going for some drinks at their favorite pub in town, then off to the lap-dancing club down the road. I'd warned Dave that if he let things get out of hand, then he'd never hear the last of it. No way did I want my husband to be having sex with some loose woman just before our wedding, and if he did, then I don't think I would ever be able to forgive him. Just the thought of it made me sick to the stomach. Didn't mind some slapper sitting on his lap and flashing her bare tits in his face at all. Didn't mind if he had a grope of them for that matter. 

Just didn't bother me.

But the thought of some other woman using my man's lovely cock, even just holding it, set me off in a rage.

He'd better behave!

If he didn't then he would suffer. The pair of them would suffer.

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Anyway ----------- It all did go off reasonably well as it happened.

Not that I trusted the pair of them to be honest with me of course, but my best friend Hester worked at the club they were going to. Nick thought she worked at an office in town of course, so she had to make herself scarce the night they were there. 

I knew several of the girls at the club as it happened, having worked there as a stripper myself for a few months to help pay my way through College. But that had been several years previously, before I'd met Nick, but I made it very clear to all the girls that they'd be in trouble if it got out of hand.

It worked!

The following day Nick, Dave and several of their friends were complaining that it had all been a bit tame. Didn't mean they didn't have hang-overs of course, but that was OK with me.

Bloody men. Children, the lot of them.

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Then it was my hen-night!

Well, I'd been a bit crafty, hadn't I?

Hester, I and a couple of like-minded pals met up with five other girls who I'd met since I'd known Nick. Even his stuck up sister Pam was there, at my invitation, to witness that everything was above board.

We went to a pub and had a few drinks, then off to another for a few more. Then by eleven that night we ended up dancing at some dull club in town, me carefully turning down most of the frequent offers to dance from the nondescript group of men there.

I hope Pam was suitably impressed.

Hester then suggested that we call it a night, as we all had a busy day tomorrow, and we called the two taxis that we'd booked earlier. Pam and her group bundled into one of them, and Hester, I and the other two into the other.

"See you tomorrow at the church," I called out to Pam as we drove away. "Better that we all get an early night."

Oh yer!

Soon as their taxi had disappeared round the corner, Hester called out to our driver and redirected him back to the club where the girls worked.

I won't bother to tell you what the taxi driver got as his tip.

What a night!

What a bloody fantastic night!

As soon as we arrived at the club, the very one that Dave and his crowd had passed the tame evening the night before, they grabbed me and propelled me towards the stage.

I had no choice --- honestly I had no choice.

The music started and the clientele, mainly men of course, started to chant out my name

"Barby ------- Barby -------Barby."

I started to sway sexily to the music, and the chanting soon changed.

"Strip ------- Strip ------- Strip."

Oh my God!

I knew I was going to enjoy this night, and my pussy was already on fire.

First my dress ---- that didn't take long, and it disappeared as I flung it into the crowd.

I humped and bumped around the stage for a bit, teasing the guys, dressed just in my bra and panties and high heels. I never wear nylons or stockings or anything like that, so my legs were already bare.

Before I could go any further, Hester jumped up alongside me.

"Hey you guys out there," she shouted above the music. "This is Barby who is getting married tomorrow."

A huge cheer went up and they all stamped their feet on the floor, making me feel so horny and desirable.

"Actually guys," Hester carried on. "It's just gone midnight, so she's getting married later on today."

Again the crowd went wild, shouting out obscene suggestions as to what I should do.

"Who wants to see her bare tits on the morning of her wedding," my friend screamed out at them. "Who'd like to see them before her husband does?"

"Me ------ Me ------ Me," cried the mob.

"Get it off girlfriend," Hester shouted over to me. "Get that bra off and flash your tits off."

I didn't need any further encouragement ---- well you wouldn't if it was you, would you girls?

Reaching behind my back, I unsnapped my bra, slipped it off, swung it round my head a few times then threw it into the crowd to join my discarded dress.

I spun around a few times, letting my large breasts fly freely, giving them all a show, then clasped them in my hands, squeezing them, offering them up to the crowd.

God it felt wonderful as I rolled my nipples between my fingers. Standing there almost naked with a wild throng of horny men screaming at me lustfully.

"Who wants Barby to pull her panties down guys," I then heard Hester calling. Golly what a true friend she was! "Who wants to see her bare pussy?"

When the hullabaloo died down a little, Hester carried on, while I stood the shaking my bare breasts at the throng, having the time of my life.

"Who wants to come up here and pull Barby's panties down for her chaps?"

Oh my God!

"You there," she shouted out above the calls offering assistance, just about all of them volunteering to perform that service for me. "You with the dark hair and green top on. Up you come."

Oh she'd chosen well.

The guy was a hunk, and must have been well over six feet tall.

Pushed up onto the stage by his pals around him, he approached me with a silly grin on his face.

"What's your name," Hester demanded.

"Harry," the hunk in green answered, his dark eyes hardly leaving my bare naked breasts.

"What are you doing here tonight Harry?" Hester went on. "Are these all your friends down there?"

"Yes they are," he answered sheepishly, looking down at a group of about fifteen young guys all stood together, gazing stupidly up at my near naked body.

"It's his stag night," one of them volunteered. "Let him strip her naked."

Well!

That put a whole new complexion on the situation didn't it.

Hester and I exchanged glances, and we both knew that Harry boy was about to get a stag night to remember.

"Well off you go then Harry," my friend invited him, and I stepped forward to make it clear that I was up for it.

"Get 'em off ----- Get 'em off ---------- Get 'em off," the crowd chanted, and I stood there in my own little heaven while Harry boy slowly peeled my tiny panties over my hips, and carefully slid them down my trembling legs.

Oh my God that was magic!

Simply standing there while some unknown hunk slipped my panties off in public, right there in front of everyone.

I stepped out of them, and smiled sneakily at Harry as he slipped my panties into his pocket, no doubt as a trophy that he could brag about for years to come.

Fair enough!

I walked around him, circled him, naked except for my spiky high heels, which I had no intention of ditching, knowing how they added to the overall appeal. A lesson I'd learned very early on in my days working as a stripper.

"Touch me!" I whispered to him as I stood in front of him. "Feel me, squeeze me. Use me, you gorgeous bleeding bastard."

And he did; his hands snaking out and cupping my breasts.

Before I knew it, his friends invaded the stage, and hands were all over me as they fought in a frenzy to get a part of me.

Wonderful!

Just a little bit frightening at first, but wonderful!

Hester was being stripped off as well by the crowd, and I caught sight of my other two friends climbing up on the stage to join in the frenzy.

Wonderful!

A mass of hands carried me naked over to a table, laid me on it and spread my legs wide, my high heels waving wildly above me.

"Harry first," I cried out in desperation, trying to see where he was. "Please let my Harry fuck me first ----- please ------- please."

Was it him?

I have no idea.

If he wasn't the first, then I'm sure he got his go at some stage, but as I felt the first hard cock thrust up inside me, I stopped worrying about it..

Wonderful ----- bloody wonderful ----- gang banged by complete strangers in public on the morning of my wedding.

I bet you'd all love a hen night like that, wouldn't you girls?

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The morning!

Well, of course that is, later on that morning.

Bloody hell, it was quarter to eleven, and I had to be dressed in my finery and at the church by three that afternoon.

Damn it ---------- No bloody clothes.

I was covered in sweat and cum, naked and with no bloody clothes. Even one of my high heels had disappeared.

You're right of course.

Fucking wonderful!

What a night ------ what a damn wonderful night!

"Come on Barby," urged one of my friends from the night before, June. "We've got to get you back to get ready."

Couldn't find Hester, and couldn't find Anne, so we presumed they had gone off somewhere with some of the other guys.

"Sorry lover," I said to the unknown blonde hunk of a man that I still had my legs wrapped around. "Got to get off and get ready for my wedding."

He said nothing.

Simply gazed back at me with a blank expression.

Guess I'd exhausted him.

Where were we? No idea.

Where were my clothes? Back at the club maybe?

Where was my phone? With my clothes probably.

How was I going to get back to Hester's place where my wedding dress was waiting?

No damn idea at all.

We persuaded 'Blondie' to call a taxi, the driver of which couldn't believe his eyes when two girls spilled out of the house we'd ended up in, me in just one of Blondie's tee shirts and June with a towel wrapped round her. He was so shell shocked that he didn't even query whether we had any money to pay the fare, it being pretty obvious that neither of us had anywhere to put any money.

"You get into Hester's quick Barby," June yelled at me when we pulled up in front of her place. "I'll sort the fare out with the driver."

I rushed to the door, rang the bell and leapt inside, pulling off the tee shirt over my head before the front door was even closed behind me.

"Wow!" came the cry from the sofa, and to my surprise, there sat Harry boy with a couple of his friends, one of whom actually still had his trousers on for some reason. "Where did you disappear to last night?"




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"Don't know," I replied with a big satisfied smile. "Some big blond guy --- Don't know his name, but this is his tee shirt."

With that, I threw the item in question, over to Harry.

"That'll be George," Harry told me as he looked me up and down. "He's my best man. I wondered what happened to him."

I grinned at Harry, and just had to ask the big question. "Did you get to fuck me earlier or not Harry?"

"Course I did Barby," he chuckled back at me. "I was the first."

"And I was the last," added the guy next to him. "Except for George by the state of you."

I glanced down at myself, strangely surprised to find myself standing there quite naked, chatting away to three guys as if there was nothing extraordinary about it. 

I was a bit lopsided due to having only one high heel shoe on, but other than that, I could really get used to this!

"Sorted the taxi driver out," sang out June as she at last breezed into the room, carrying the towel over her arm. "Good way to get free taxi rides --- I recommend it girls ----- Oh! ----- Hi guys. Where did you spring from?"

The three chaps now had two naked girls to stare at!

I was just thinking of joining the boys on the sofa, when Hester came charging into the room in a fluster.

"Come on girlfriend," she called out to me, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the stairs. "We've got to get you ready."

She was right of course, as in just a few short hours, I was due to become Mrs. Nicolas Du Plessis, wife of the heir to a very considerable fortune.

'Let me just kiss Harry good luck in his marriage," I grumbled, pulling away from Hester, and leaning over to give him a peck on the cheek. No such luck though and within seconds the three of them had grabbed me and dragged me onto their laps, spreading me out naked along the sofa, as they groped me with gusto.

"Let her go you bastards," squealed Hester all giggly, who with June's help proceeded to pull me away from them, a jolly tug of war developing between the four of them with my nude body as the rope in between.

Eventually we all fell laughing to the floor, a tangle of half dressed men and naked women, where we all continued to mess around with whatever part we could find of a member of the other sex.

Great fun!

It was after all my last hours of freedom, and why shouldn't I have made the most of it? My husband to be was going to get fucked beyond his wildest dreams shortly, so why not?

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RIGHT!

I scrubbed up nicely, Hester refusing point blank to allow me to invite Harry and his friends into the shower to help, and in fairness, I guess that was wise. My parents were due to arrive up from South London, and I knew they were so excited, never having been to such a 'posh do' as they called it, before. We were getting married in Nick's family's local church, with the reception in the gardens of their manor house in the country. 

Well ---- They were paying for everything, so they called the shots. 

My wedding dress was a one off design by a well-known dressmaker, and when I eventually walked back downstairs, an hour later, the look on everyone's faces as I walked in, told me that I'd got it exactly right.

I looked fabulous!

Sorry but I did, and I knew it. There was no denying it, and I was really pleased that I was going to get married in white.

We went to the hotel where Nick's family had put my parents up for the night, and my mother nearly fainted when she saw me. My dad simply stood there, staring at me, muttering, "My little girl ---- My little girl."

Even the staff of the hotel came out for a look, and stood around grinning and smiling at how lovely I looked. 

"I won't be around for a couple of weeks Tom," I cheekily whispered to one of the barmen when nobody else was close, and he nearly fell over in surprise when he recognized me.

"Barby?" he uttered in shock.

"The very same," I replied quietly as I wandered away. "Surprised you recognized me with my clothes on."

Oh by Golly I was enjoying myself.

What a great day it was going to be!

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We arrived at the church, fashionably late, and my father proudly took my arm and led me up to the church and down the aisle to where Nick was waiting in all his finery.

I could feel the pride emanating from my Dad, and I'm sure he was even more nervous than any of us.

I looked over at Nick as we stopped by his side, and almost choked at how good-looking he was. 

My God he looked so fantastic!

I was so lucky ---- So damn lucky to have bagged one of the most eligible bachelors available, and he was about to be all mine.

Dave looked down and me with a serious look on his face, and I suppressed a giggle, guessing that he was even more nervous than me.

God --- how I loved him. I really did. I resolved there and then to mend my ways. To stop messing around with other men. To stop having casual sex with men I'd never met before. For some reason I couldn't see Hester or my other girlfriends anywhere in the church, but decided that maybe that wasn't a bad thing, as I'd be moving in different circles from then on, and I'd been wondering how to distance myself from them.

And Dave?

Well --- We'd just have to see, but I hoped I had the resolve to turn my back on him even.

The service had started and I'd hardly noticed, my Dad having to jab me in the arm to remind me to make my response.

"I do," I whispered, or something like that, having totally lost track of the service.

The vicar conducting the service got to the part where he asked if anyone had reason why this union shouldn't take place, then to speak up, or forever hold their peace.

You know ------- The funny bit, where everyone sniggers and smiles and looks around, and all the little boys make quiet jokes and things.

Come on ---- Let's get on with it.

A commotion!

The vicar was looking up at some one in the congregation.

What on earth was going on?

I looked round, and there was Beth. 

Yes Beth!

That Beth!

Dave's wife Beth!

She marched confidently up to Dave, who being Nick's best man, was stood at the front alongside Nick.

"Bastard!" She screamed at the top of voice at Dave, her husband. "You cheating fucking bastard! You think I didn't know what you've been doing with this slut?"

With that, she turned towards me and slapped me hard round the face, her blow stinging as I stumbled backwards, falling to the floor.

"Nick darling," I appealed to my husband to be as I struggled to get up. "What's she talking about? Please help me."

"Bugger off you worthless whore," my love screamed at me, and then he spun around and punched Dave straight in the face, breaking his nose, blood spurting out as he knocked him to the floor.

"Nick," I appealed to him. "What's going on? What's this all about?"

"You think I didn't know about your sluttish ways you bitch," Nick screamed at me. "You really think you could get away with it?"

"But Nick I love you," I cried pathetically. "What about the reception? What about all the food and drink."

"Cancelled you stupid cow," he responded. "We cancelled it all a week ago when I found out about your cheating ways, and I never want to see you again you fucking, cheating cow."

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I sat there on the floor crying my eyes out, abandoned by everyone, even Dave having disappeared. I heard Nick's dad apologizing to my parents for the charade, and shivered in shame as I heard their response. My parents, poor though they were, were very straight laced indeed. 

They stared at me with contempt in their eyes, and for one moment I thought my mother was going to spit at me.

"You're no daughter of ours," my Dad spat out at me, and grabbing my Mum's arm, turned and walked out of the church.

How low could I feel?

I just collapsed on the floor, tears flowing freely.

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"Come on young lady," the voice said to me. "You can't sit there all night; I have to lock the church up."

I looked up and saw someone I'd never seen before. The churchwarden or something I supposed.

"Where is everyone," I asked between sobs. "Where have they gone?"

The church was empty with no sign of anyone at all, and the light outside was fading.

"They've all gone," the man told me. "They all went hours ago."

"How am I going to get home?" I pleaded with him.

"No idea," he told me firmly, as he eased me out of the church door. "The nearest village is only a mile or so down in that direction and you should be able to get there before it gets too dark."

"Is there a taxi in the village?" I begged him.

"No idea," he replied, as he slammed the great oak door in my face. "Better go and find out."

"But I haven't got any money," I cried out in despair, but found myself talking to the closed door.

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I'd only covered a hundred meters or so when my heel broke and I tumbled over into the small ditch at the side of the road.

I sat there crying ---- bawling my eyes out as the darkness descended around me, shivering as the chill wind of the autumn evening cut through the flimsy material of my soaking wet, wedding dress.

I didn't deserve this.

Nobody deserved to be treated this badly.

Please tell me you agree with me. Whatever I'd done ----- I didn't deserve to be treated like that, did I?

++++++++ 

Well did she?

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Wedding Day Confessions



Let me tell you about myself first of all. My name is Dawn I'm 22 years old and got married 2 years ago. My marriage is a happy and very eventful one but the following story is the true story of my wedding day and how my life changed for the better since that day.

The whole day had gone perfectly timing speeches and now it was the evening due every one was dancing or chatting getting happily drunk, including my husband. I had watched all evening as friends and family supplied him with a steady flow of alcohol knowing only to well that he'd be useless by the time we retired to our bed room if something wasn't done soon.

I walked over to him and told him that if he didn't pack it in, he would get nothing for the next year from any of my holes not even a hand job. He looked me in the eye told me he was only socialising bonding with the family, so I walked off leaving him at the bar. 

I sat down at a table watching everyone in the room I noticed that some of the men had disappeared which I just assumed was to have a cigarette. I poured myself a glass of red and noticed my mother walking over to me she sat down next to me and poured herself a glass. She leaned in to my year and told me that she had left my wedding present in our honeymoon suit, I looked at her puzzled and she just smiled with sparkling eyes and told me to go and look. 

I got up from the table and walked up to my room my mother following me I opened the door and in front of me stood 4 men with great big smiles on their faces. The men in question were my new father, brother in law and two of my ex boyfriends. 

My mum told me that she knew my husband was useless (she hated him from day one and never wanted me to marry him) so she got me something I needed including (Ben my ex fiancé who she was very keen of). I smiled out her and thanked her being the horny slut I am. My mum moved to the corner of the room and took a seat taking out her phone ready to take pictures. 

Ben was the first one to make a move her moved behind my and unfastened the back of my very flouncy dress. "Lets get a look at what's this slut has shall we" he'd said to the others cheering in unison. My dress fell to the floor leaving me standing there in my brilliant white underwear my Basque which had very delicate lace detail flowing over it pushing my tits up and almost bursting over the top. Attached to it 6 suspender straps 3 on each side which firmly gripped the tops of my delicate stocking tops, the soft nylon encasing running down my legs to my toes which were enclosed in a pair of white stilettos with a 6 inch heel. Id chosen not to wear a thong as I though it would give my new husband a greater ease of access, I was right about one part of that at least.

I watched as every man in the room smiled and their eyes widened in delight. My mother barking at them telling them to do it, to treat me like the little fuck toy I was ( she had found my pics in the past and my vids of me getting up to various filthy acts and even encouraged me but they are other tales to tell.) 

Ben grabbed me from behind turning my face to his he pressed my lips against his 

His tongue immediately darting inside my mouth I reciprocated as I felt a hand on each breast pulling them out. I looked out of the corner of my eyes to see my father my other ex Jason releasing my left one and my brother David on my right both of them lowered their mouths to my hard brown nipples and began to suck and bite on them. I could just see the top of my father in laws shinning head placing itself between my thighs his tongue quick to find my pulsating clit. I moaned in as the sensations flooded me of four men tease me with their mouths. 

It didn't take them long to send me shuddering to my keens crashing to the floor panting for breath. I heard David telling them that was enough focus on me and now it was their turn to get what they came for. I felt hands underneath me dragging me on to all fours my legs being spread behind me and a thick cock stretching my newlywed pussy wide before I could look around to see who it was my held was grasped firmly as my father shoved his cock into my mouth and down my throat forcing me to gag I heard my mother cheering him on shouting choke the bitch as she took photos on her phone. 

I was being brutally pounded from both ends whilst wanking Paul and Ben of one at a time my hand working their shafts franticly switching from one to the other. I felt the cock behind me slamming in harder and faster (which id now worked out was Jason) so hard I couldn't stop myself releasing muffled moans and screams as the force of Jason's cock working my stretched twat pushed me further onto my fathers cock forcing it deeper down my throat. I felt my father in law tense up as he pushed his dick deep down my throat before filling it with a hot sticky load he seemed to come forever and there was a great cheer from my mother and my abusers as he pulled out and I coughed up his cum gasping for breath. The sight of this sent Jason's cock into overdrive as he ground deeply into me his balls slapping my clit as they swung forward; he dug his fingers in to my ass cheeks hard as he filled me with his load before pulling out.

"That's enough messing around stop being gentle with the bitch, Ben Jason you know what the whore is like so tear her apart" My mother barked still taking pics on her camera phone. Without any further hesitation Ben ordered Paul to get underneath me and slide his cock inside my sticky and dripping cunt without a second thought. 

Then Ben called my mother over and told her she was going to need close ups, he got behind me and placed the head of his long thick veiny shaft against my slutty entrance lying it next to Pauls (his cock is a good 10 inchs with about 6 inches of girth) he pushed gently and I moaned then without any warning he rammed it in I screamed in pain as my mother took pictures.

Both Ben and Paul began to slide their cocks in and out of my pussy in unison making me moan with each thrust tears starting to escape the corners of my eyes as they built up speed they fucked me harder than I have ever been fucked before my pussy acing as it was stretched beyond its limits it was like a fire racing through it.

Hurt the tart make her scream my mother shouted as she switched her phone to video mode and began to film the depraved scene with one hand and her other slapped my ass before she guided it to her own clit. My father and Jason kneeled in front of me slapping their now rejuvenated throbbing cocks against my face as they wanked of franticly tears streamed down my face as the pain from every angle swept through me smearing my make the ecstasy out combined with the pain drove me to an earth shattering orgasm as the cocks at my face spewed there thick load over it closely followed by my mother screaming to heaven as she filmed and her hand that was once busy with her perfectly ageged slit now tugged brutally on my left breast I felt Paul tense up and spurt what felt like a bucket load of cum into my unprotected twat closely followed by my true love Ben spearing me deeply as he emptied his balls into me they pulled out and I collapsed to the floor dripping in cum my face red from being slapped and smeared in make up and spunk my breast bruised from my mother and my pussy gapping like a woman who'd given birth to 6 kids oozed salty fluid.

Before I could relax my mother pulled me to my knees by my hair and told me to clean up I sucked and licked each guy in turn till their cocks were clean then they all left without a thank you all except Ben. He stayed with me fucking me over and over. Two hours later my husband came up to the room and burst through the door he was presented with an excellent view of bens monster cock splitting my asshole my mum had show him the pics and video. I told him to sit the fuck down and watch that I warned him and now Ben was my lover my true love he did as he was told sobbing as he tried to hide his hard on in his trousers. 

When Ben had finished with my ass I told my hubby that Ben would be staying the night in our wedding night bed and he would be around a lot more when we got home. After that I through him out to sleep in the corridor the last thing he saw that night was me handing my wedding ring to Ben who placed it on a chain around his neck as I took his cock in my mouth.



Wedding Day Cuckold



It was my wedding day, my father was about to walk me down the aisle. That's a bad place to start, but it gives context. I'll start at the beginning. 

My name is Cat, short for Catherine, but everyone calls me Cat. I'm 22 years old and my husband Bob is 23. 

Bob and I met in college. I was never a big social person. I didn't date in high school. I was a late bloomer and didn't really develop my figure till I was 18. I always felt awkward and wore very conservative clothes to hide my shape. I am now 5'3", 105, 32C, I have thick, long dark brown hair down to the middle of my back. When I grew into my figure I was still shy about my body and still wore clothes that covered it. 

Bob says the first thing he noticed about me was my hair. 

One day after class Bob asked me out, well not out, for coffee. I was a junior, he was a senior. I'd seen him at the back of my lecture hall once or twice. We walked to the student union to get a cup of coffee. We chatted and it turns out he was not in that class. The times I saw him he was trying to work up the courage to ask me out. 

I thought that was nice. He was a little shy. I found that sweet and when he asked me out for a date, I said yes. 

Bob had a similar background. He was also a late bloomer. His first 2 years of high school he suffered a lot of teasing for looking like a Jr. high kid. By the time he had his growth spurt he'd already been placed in the high school pecking order and therefore had not dated either. 

We started dating regularly. He was a perfect gentleman. 

My roommates would ask me about him. I'd tell them about my dates. Just girl talk. After a month and about 8 dates one asked me if Bob and I had kissed. We hadn't and they made fun of him for being so slow. I didn't have a lot of dating experience so I had no clue 2 months was a long time to wait. 

That week, after our date, I kissed him. It was nice. I didn't see stars, but I liked kissing. He obviously liked it too. After that we'd kiss a lot. More often than not I'd have to initiate it but I enjoyed it. 

After a few months, more girl talk, my roommates asked if we'd gone further. We hadn't and they again started making fun of him. They would ask me if he was gay and why he didn't make a move. They joked that maybe I didn't turn him on. 

I knew I was not very good at being sexy, but I thought that if maybe I stepped up my game, he'd step up his. It was late spring, and as I walked around campus I looked at what other girls were wearing. My loose jeans, sneakers, and baggy T shirt were not the norm. Girls with my shape wore pretty skirts, dresses, tight jeans. I took note of what they were wearing and decided to buy new clothes. 

When I told my roommates I was going shopping, they insisted on going with me. I was happy they did. I wanted someone else's opinion.

We hit the mall laughing and having fun. They knew what stores sold what and where the sales were. We went from store to store trying on clothes. 

At the first store I picked out a few things I wanted to try on. When I showed them to my roommates they just laughed. They told me there was no way they'd let me buy that "old lady stuff."

They started picking out clothes for me to try on. Most of it I felt self conscious trying on, but they insisted, so I did. I had to admit, I liked what they picked out. I thought I looked pretty. I had just never worn stuff like it and was uncomfortable wearing it. 

We went from store to store. I ended up with a bunch of skirts, dresses, and tops. I was happy and ready to go but my roommates told me not yet. 

They took me to a lingerie store. They insisted that I had to get rid of my 3 to a package cotton bikinis and buy some pretty underwear. I blushed as we walked through the store. I admit the stuff was pretty. 

I could not buy the lacey, expensive stuff, but I found some cute cotton boyshorts and thongs that were more what girls today wore. They insisted I get some pretty bras too. I got a few pretty ones with candy, rose and cherry patterns, plus I bought black, beige, and white bras. When possible I bought the matching panties. 

My roommates satisfied we left the mall. 

The next day I started wearing my new wardrobe. I felt very self conscious as I walked out of my dorm onto campus. As I walked through campus I noticed a couple of guys checking me out. Some even smiled at me, and a couple said hi. 

Having men notice me made me self conscious, but it also gave me butterflies in my stomach. It was a nice feeling to be noticed. 

When I saw Bob after class, he just stared at me. Finally he said, "Wow Cat. You look beautiful." 

It was nice. I felt pretty. I bought the clothes so he'd notice, and he did, so I was happy. 

We went for coffee in the student union and sat down. As we had walked through the student union guys were checking me out. We never held hands or anything walking on campus so there was no reason for anyone to assume we were a couple. A few boys who I recognized from classes said hi to me. 

Bob noticed. He seemed happy about it. He would point out the guys that were checking me out and when someone said hi he'd ask me all about them. I really didn't think much of it. 

This was a pattern every day after class. I wore my different clothes and Bob seemed to like the ones that were more revealing. He would point out the guys checking me out, ask about the ones who talked to me. If someone talked to me during the day, he wanted to know who. He wanted details. I just took this as part of his general interest in me. 

I had to admit I was enjoying it. I was not used to boys flirting with me. I did not know what to say. Some offered to walk me to my next class. I didn't see any problem. When they did I told Bob. He wanted to know everything they said and did. 

Sometimes they would walk me after class to the student union where I was meeting Bob. He was always very excited when that happened. 

After 2 months he still hadn't made a move. With my roommates teasing me, I decided if I didn't make the move it wouldn't happen. My 21st birthday was coming up and it was just time to lose my virginity. I wasn't stupid, I went to campus health and went on the pill.

Bob was taking me out for my birthday. I planned to spend the night at his place. He had a roommate but he was going home for the weekend. We'd be alone. I didn't tell him I was planning on staying. I just packed a toothbrush, light dress, and underwear in a large purse for the next day. 

Since it was my 21st birthday, we decided to go to a club that had dancing. 

I asked my roommates what I should wear. They chose a nice dress. It was green, about mid thigh, and showed a bit of cleavage. I had gotten used to dresses so I wasn't too self conscious. My roommates insisted I wear my cherry pattern bra and thong. 

We went to the club. I'd never been in a club before. Bob had never been either. All I'd ever seen were on TV. I'd danced before, but not since high school. I loved the lights, music, and the driving vibe. Bob and I ordered drinks and found a place on the sidelines to stand. 

It was loud in the club. We really couldn't talk. We stood there side by side, watching people dance, and sipping our drinks. I watched the women move to the music. I had never danced like that. Some were grinding against the men they were dancing with. Others were keeping their distance but still moving seductively. I was feeling butterflies in my stomach again. 

I was swaying to the music on the side of the dance floor and hoping Bob would ask me to dance. He didn't. We just stood and watched. Eventually a guy approached me and asked me to dance. I wanted to dance but was not sure what to say. I looked at Bob and he just shrugged his shoulders. So I said yes.

Being on the dance floor was fun. Being among all those sexy people dancing made me feel sexy. I watched the other girls and tried to imitate their moves. I had taken dance and gymnastics as a girl, so I picked it up quick. We danced 2 dances. During those dances the guy tried to rub against me. He often had his hand on my hip. I was too nervous to push him away, and to be honest, I liked the way it felt. 

When I got back to Bob he told me I looked great dancing. I said thank you and we stood there again. Eventually another guy from the same group of guys asked me to dance. Again I looked at Bob. He asked me if I wanted to. 

I told him I wanted to dance again, hoping he would get the hint and dance with me. He didn't, so I accepted the guys offer and headed to the dance floor. 

This time as we danced the guy moved close to me. I could feel his body next to mine. As we danced he had his hands on my hips. We danced a few songs. He started moving his hands and pushing up against me. At one point I felt his hands move down to my ass. I had never experienced this before so I wasn't sure what to do. I let his hands freely explore my ass. 

At first I was just scared, but the music, and dancing, made me feel sexy and I started to enjoy his hands. As we danced I felt my dress slide up. I realized he was pulling it up. I didn't know how to react. I just let him. Eventually I felt his hand at the bottom of my ass. I was wearing a thong so it was skin against skin. No one had ever touched my ass before. I was breathing hard and my heart was beating. 

At the end of the song I decided I better get back to Bob. When I did he was all excited. He told me how sexy I looked on the dance floor and asked me if the guy really grabbed my ass. I told Bob he did. Bob just said how hot that was. 

Eventually another guy from the same group asked me to dance. Again Bob didn't stop me. I danced. This time the guys hands went to my ass right away. I let him pull me in and we danced grinding against each other. Whenever he could he'd touch my ass or grab me under my dress. I felt sexy. 

After about 5 dances I felt all worked up. I started the night expecting to have sex with Bob. I was ready to follow through. As I exited the dance floor I told Bob I was ready to go. He asked me if I was sure I didn't want to dance some more. I did, but I also wanted to get to the sex. We left. 

On the way home I suggested we go to his place. He commented that it was getting late but I convinced him. As he drove he made me tell him about dancing. He was very interested in the parts where the guys had their hands on my ass. 

When we got to his place I was nervous. We turned on the TV and sat on the couch. I started kissing him. He would kiss back but every once in awhile stop and ask me more about dancing. The more I told him the more excited he got. 

He eventually mentioned it was late again and that he should take me home. I told him no. He looked at me surprised. I took a deep breath and I stood up. 

I said, "I'm staying here tonight." 

He just blinked at me with his mouth open. I took his hand and led him to the bedroom. He followed in silence. When we got there I started kissing him and unbuttoning his shirt. I thought he would try to undress me but didn't make a move, so I unzipped my dress and stepped out of it. 

I continued undressing him. I undid his pants and they fell to the ground. He was still wearing his shoes so they pooled around his ankles. I could see he had a hard on in his white briefs. I pulled his briefs down and it sprung out. 

I'd never seen a live adult penis. I looked at it. It was about 5" long and around 2 fingers diameter. I reached down to take it in my hand. The skin around it felt soft. I moved my hand along the shaft. As I did he came in my hand. He got cum all over my hand, belly, panties and thighs. 

He started apologizing, saying he'd never done this before. I knew enough to know that this could happen. I was inexperienced, not stupid. I told him it was OK and to get into bed and I went to the bathroom to clean up. I was glad I had brought another pair of panties with me. 

When I came out of the bathroom he was already under the covers. I climbed in next to him in my bra and panties. 

I reached down to touch his penis again. He was still wearing his briefs. I kissed him and slid my hand to his penis. It was hard again. 

Under the covers I slid out of my panties. I pushed his briefs down around his thighs freeing his hard on. He was not moving. I climbed on top of him and rubbed his hard on against my vagina trying to line it up to enter me. It felt good. When he was lined up, I slowly lowered myself. 

I liked the way it felt. It hurt a bit but for the most part it wasn't bad. I moved myself up and down. In about 3 minutes he came. I felt it inside me. I actually liked the feeling of the cum inside me. Sex did not rock my world, but it was nice. We kissed and fell asleep. 

We had sex a few more times before the semester ended. He always suggested we go dancing for our dates. He never danced with me, but I was really enjoying dancing and was really learning some moves. On the way home he always asked me about the guys, what they said, and where they touched me. 

Sex was about the same. We tried missionary and doggy styles. It lasted about 5 minutes. It was pleasant. Not mindblowing, but pleasant. 

Graduation and the summer came. I went home to my folks, he stayed in town. He got a good full time job with the company he had been interning with. We stayed in touch through texts and email over the summer. He came to visit me once. My parents made us sleep in separate rooms. 

At my summer job I was working with people I had known in high school. Now, with high school way in the past, we started talking. I formed a little crowd to hang out with. It was fun. I enjoyed being part of the group. In the group there were 2 brothers. James and Don Hillman. I'd never talked to them in high school. We were in different crowds. Well, they were in a crowd, I wasn't. 

When we were out these guys always paid attention to me. I enjoyed the attention. If we went dancing they would always dance with me. Sometimes I found myself dancing with the 2 of them at the same time. They were both nice guys and I even started to flirt a little. I'd even dance a little dirty and let their hands touch my ass. It was fun and I was getting more comfortable with myself. 

At night I would text Bob and tell him about my day. He was very curious about the boys I hung out with. Particularly James and Don. He'd ask me for details, what they said, whether they touched me or not. This actually made up most of our conversations. 

At the end of the summer I returned to school. Bob got a place of his own after graduation. I spent most of my weekends at Bob's. His favorite date was to still go out dancing. He never danced with me. 

When we went he'd suggest clothes for me to wear. He liked things that were more revealing. Shorter dresses, lower necklines. I was feeling sexier and more confident. I started looking around at the girls in the club and buying clothes like theirs. 

His favorite dresses barely covered my ass and had necklines where you could pretty much see part of my bra. When I wore them I got a lot of attention and boys clambering to dance with me. I'd spend most of the nights on the dance floor dancing with anyone who asked me. Bob would watch from the side. 

I got to know the crowd. I'd dance with the same guys every time we went. For their part they took more liberties with their hands. They did not hesitate to grab my ass or cup my breasts as I was grinding against them. I could often feel their hard ons through their clothes. 

Bob would watch from the sidelines and ask for details when we got home. He was really fascinated when I told him I could feel their hard ons and would ask me what it was like. We'd have sex at night and he'd ask me about it when we had sex. He'd often cum as we talked about it. 

Bob asked me to marry him. We'd been dating for almost a year and I said yes. We planned to be married right after graduation in my hometown. 

We continued going out. I'd spend weekends at Bob's. We'd go out dancing. I'd dance and he'd watch. During sex he kept asking me about dancing. He'd ask me for details when someone touched my ass or breasts. 

One day, while we were having sex and I was telling him this, he blurted out, "I can't wait to be married to my hot wife." I took it as a compliment. He would say it often as we had sex. 

One day I told my roommates that he'd said that. They laughed. I had no idea why and asked them what was so funny. They repeated "Hot Wife" and laughed. 

I didn't want to sound stupid so I let it drop. When I was alone I googled it. I learned that a hot wife was a wife who had sex with other people. As I read more I started to see patterns. I just shook them out of my head. I was sure Bob didn't mean that. 

I couldn't believe the stories. I read about men who liked knowing their wives were having sex. I read about the women. I have to admit, some of the stories were hot. 

One night while having sex Bob again said he couldn't wait to have me as his hot wife. I asked him if he knew that the term hot wife meant a wife who had sex with others. He came immediately. 

It was hard planning a wedding during my final semester, but we did it. I invited the group of friends I made last summer. We had stayed in touch when I was at school. Especially James and Don. During Christmas break I almost spent the whole time with them. During the school year, they would send me flirty and suggestive texts. It was all in fun. 

As I planned the wedding Bob asked me about the guests. He was particularly interested in James and Don. He would ask me about them often. I would often share my texts with Bob. When he'd see me one of the first things he'd ask to see is my texts with James and Don. The flirtier and more suggestive they were, the more he liked them. 

They'd often text when Bob and I were together. He'd read them and then make suggestions about what I should respond. Some of his ideas were very suggestive. Often the reply would be a double entendre implying that I'd have sex with them. 

One night we went for dinner and dancing. Through dinner he had me replying to texts from James and Don. I was telling them I was dressed to go out. They asked for a picture. When we got back to Bob's place. Bob suggested we take a picture for them. I was wearing one of Bob's favorite dresses. It was a red wrap that tied at the hip. It came down about 3 inches over my ass. You could see a bit of my lacy black bra over the neckline. Bob took one of me in my dress and sent it. 

They replied that they thought the dress was hot. Don then replied that the bra was hot too and said he'd like to see more of it. 

I responded, "Don't you wish." 

Bob read the text and said, "Hey, let's tease them a little. Show them the bra."

I of course said no but Bob was insistent. He pointed out that everything was covered and that during the summer they had seen me in a bathing suit. He said it was no big deal. 

I was skeptical, but I agreed. I pulled the top of my wrap dress apart and Bob took and sent a picture. Bob kept looking at my phone for a response. It was almost immediate. They both started commenting on how hot I looked and how they wished I was home or they were with me. 

Bob was excited. He kept telling me how cool that was. The texts came back asking if my panties matched my bra. 

Bob told me to respond, "Always." 

I admit I was liking the flirtiness. I was liking the compliments. James and Don started texting that they wanted to see the panties. 

I told them no way, but then Bob said that I should. He said it would be fun and it's not like they were here. There was a part of me that said no, but there was a part of me that was loving being the center of attention. 

As he was talking to me Bob pulled the tie of my wrap dress and let it fall open. He then told me to hold it open while he took the pic. I did and he sent it to them. 




Wedding Day Cuckold



The comments back were not subtle. 

Nice tits. Great panties. I bet they'd look good on the floor. They were getting crude. Bob loved them. He suggested we take more pics. I wasn't sure and just said no. Bob tried a bit to convince me. 

The truth is I wanted to, but I knew I shouldn't. I didn't. 

Bob and I had sex. While having sex he kept telling me what a hot wife I'd be and talking about how hot sending the pictures was. After about 3 minutes he came and he fell asleep. 

As I lay there I thought of how hot I thought sending the pictures was. How sexy it made me feel. When I thought hot, I then thought, hot wife. 

I picked up my iPad and again googled the term. I started reading some "hot wife" stories. As I did I slipped my hand between my legs and started playing with myself. The stories were full of wives having sex with other men and their husband's waiting to hear the details. The words were not hard on, sex, or vagina. They were cock, fucking, pussy, cunt. 

The stories told of women sucking cocks for other men but not for their husbands. I had never given a blow job. These stories were full of them. The feeling of my hand on my vagina, I mean, pussy, was was exciting me. As I read I stroked myself harder and harder. All of a sudden I felt a wash of pleasure. 

I lay there sweating. I knew what happened. I had just masturbared myself to my first orgasm. I put down my iPad and went to sleep. 

Over the next week Don and James kept asking for more pics. I would text Bob at night and tell him what they were asking for. He kept telling me to take some and send them. I kept saying no, but he kept saying it would be fun. He was right. It would be fun, but i wasn't sure. When I went to bed I would go online and read more hot wife stories. I would masturbate and go to sleep. I think I had an orgasm every day that week. 

Finally he wore me down. He suggested I take a selfie in just my bra and panties. I did. I sent it to Bob. He said perfect and I sent it to James and Don. Again I got an immediate response. How sexy I was. What a great body. How hot I was. There were requests for more, and more revealing pictures. I knew I was not going to send them, but, the idea excited me. For some reason, while in the shower, thinking about pics, and the stories I read, I shaved my pussy. 

I sent the responses Bob. He encouraged me to send more. I refused. 

That weekend we stayed at home. I was in jeans and a top. I was sitting with Bob and texting with Don and James. They started asking for more pics. I said no but Bob was telling me I should. I know I wanted to, but I told Bob I'd do it for him. He got all excited and took my phone. 

I stood up and Bob took a picture. Then he told me to slowly take my top off. As I did he took pics. Then he did the same as I slowly peeled my jeans off. As I did he'd walk around me and take pics from behind as well as the front. 

I was wearing a matching bra and thong. He asked me to take off the bra. I again protested, but he kept encouraging me. I thought, what the hell, I can delete them later. I slowly removed the bra. My nipples were hard as rock. I could feel my pussy getting wet. Yes, because of the stories I had started thinking in terms of pussies and cocks. 

Bob kept taking pics. Last I slowly slipped my panties off. Bob was delighted I'd shaved my pussy. He started snapping a few more. Finally I stopped and told him I wanted to see what we were going to send them. 

Bob said, "I sent them all." 

Î

"All?" I asked. 

He nodded. 

Don and James had seen me naked. The idea both excited and horrified me. I was afraid to read the responses. Bob was excited. We had sex right on the couch. I think it lasted a minute. Bob and I climbed into bed and he fell asleep. I thought about what had happened. I pictured them seeing my pics. While picturing their response I made myself cum and fell asleep. 

The next day I got up before Bob. I went to get my phone. I wanted to see the pictures and read the responses. After each sent picture there were responses. The responses were what I expected, but I was loving them anyways. Each response told me how hot I was and asked for more. When I finally took my bra off they got more crude. 

"Nice tits."

"I want to suck on those." 

As I removed my panties. I got even more. As I read them I started playing with my pussy. 

When I got to the one that said, "You look so fuckable." I came. 

As I opened my eyes I saw Bob watching me. He had his cock in his hand and was masturbating watching me. As soon as I saw him he came. It squirted all over his hand and the floor. I went and got something to clean up with. We didn't talk about it. We just got dressed and went on with our days. 

When we weren't together, I would flirt with guys on campus and at night I would read hot wife stories and masturbate. On weekends we would stay in or go out, On a few he'd convince me to take more pictures and send them to Don and James. Don and James loved the pictures. They kept saying they couldn't wait till my wedding so they could see me. They kept suggesting they could help me get dressed for the wedding. 

Finally graduation and I headed home. It would be 2 weeks till the wedding. I had a lot to do. Every night I would text Bob. He was coming down the next week to help. 

I had a little time and one night I went out with Don and James and the group. Don and Janes were sharing a place and we all went over to hang out. I texted Bob I was going. He told me that was great and teased me about giving them a show. I told him to cut it out., but he had planted a thought and it stayed on my mind. 

Eventually everyone left and it was just James, Don, and I. I texted Bob and he asked me if I was going to give them a show. I replied of course not. I got up to leave and they both got up to say good bye. This time no one was around. 

Don put his arms around me and said it was great to see me. Even with my clothes on. We laughed and then he kissed me. At first it was a short kiss. Then a longer kiss. Don and I were making out. 

Then James said, "Hey, it's my turn." 

Don turned me to face James. James started kissing me. I was sandwiched between the 2 of them. I could feel James' hands on my ass as I kissed him. I could feel them both get hard and push their hard cocks against me. 

Don turned me back to him and started kissing me again. This time his hands slid down the waistband of my jeans and he cupped my ass. From behind James ran his hands up my shirt and started playing with my tits. I let this go on for a minute and then remembered Bob. 

I stopped them and running out of their apartment hurried home. 

I was feeling very guilty. I texted Bob and after chatting started telling him what happened. He immediately called me and had me start again. As I told him he'd ask questions. He assured me it was alright and that he couldn't blame James and Don. 

I told him the whole story. He asked questions. As I started repeating myself the images popped into my head. I could feel the kisses, feel their hands, feel their cocks. My hand slipped between my legs and I started playing with my pussy. I was very wet. I continued telling Bob the story. Then, right there, on the phone, I came. 

I think I stopped talking for a minute. Bob kept asking if I was OK. I assured him I was and told him I needed some sleep. He kept asking me questions. I finally had to tell him I needed sleep and hung up. 

The next day I thought about the night before. I imagined being between Don and James. Just thinking about it made my pussy wet. I wondered about why Bob reacted the way he did. I thought he'd be mad, but he was very understanding. I was glad I was marrying a man who was so understanding. 

Bob arrived that week. He was staying at the hotel we were holding the service and reception at. I didn't have much time to see him. He asked everyday about James and Don. I'd often show him their texts. He really liked reading them. He would ask lots of questions. 

I had a free night. I suggested Bob and I go out and go back to his room. Bob told me he had some work and suggested I hang out with my friends Don and James and then come over after. 

I agreed. I texted Don and James and made plans to hang out at their place. I told Bob and he asked me what I was going to wear.

"Jeans and a T shirt," I replied.

"But you look so good in a dress," he said. "And your coming here after." 

He suggested I wear a sundress he really liked. It was a short yellow dress with buttons down the front. 

I got ready to meet Don and James. I thought about what happened the last time. I was a little worried they'd try to take advantage of me again. The thought made my pussy tingle. I shook my head and reminded myself they were good friends. I looked at my underwear and picked out a sexy thong and bra. Bob would like them. I briefly wondered if James and Don would. I finally decided that my future husband wanted to see me in something, I was going to wear it for him. I put the dress on and went to see them. 

I arrived at their apartment. They both got up to greet me. Don hugged me and gave me a brief kiss. James was right next to him. He also hugged me and kissed me. His kiss was a little deeper. In a moment we were locked in s passionate kiss. James, not releasing me turned me to Don. Don said he wanted a kiss too.

Leaning back against James, I let myself go and kissed Don. I was loving the passion. The directness. I mostly had to make the first move with Bob. These guys were just deciding what they wanted. I thought about the difference. It made me wet. 

As I kissed Don I felt James reach down and start to pull my dress up. I started to protest but Don kissed me again and I got lost in the kiss. I felt Don's hands on my ass. Lots of guys I had danced with had felt my ass. This was no big deal. 

Don turned me back to James. James started kissing me while Don told me how sexy I was, how hot my pictures were, and how lucky Bob was. I felt relieved that they remembered I was marrying Bob and that they respected that. 

At the same time the compliments and kissing felt good. I could feel their cocks getting hard in their pants and pressing against me. Don's hands were exploring my ass and reaching between my legs. I started to push back against his hands my legs moved apart. 

All of a sudden. I remembered Bob. I pushed them away and said, "That's enough."

We joked about it and sat down to watch a movie. Before the movie, Don wanted to show me something. He hooked his PC to the TV. On the screen was a picture of me. They had saved every picture of me. We started going through all of them. I was a little embarrassed when they got to the nude ones, but they were so complimentary I felt good. 

My pussy was wet. I couldn't wait to get back to Bob and have sex. While we watched they each had their hands on my thighs, they moved their hands up and down. Often brushing the crotch of my panties. When they did I'd playfully slap their hands. 

Finally it was time to go. Leaving was a repeat of arriving. Sandwiched between them and kissing them. Don in front of me, James behind me. I felt James' hands under my dress. They sneaked around in front of me along the band of my panties. His fingers slid under the band as he slowly traced across it. Instinctively I pulled my hips away from Don. James' hands slid into my panties and started stroking my clit. It felt amazing. I parted my legs a bit to give him access. 

As I did I continued to kiss Don. His hands were on my breasts unbuttoning my dress. He pushed my bra up and started sucking on my nipples. 

As James' hand slipped inside my pussy I let myself go to the feeling. I could feel their hard cocks pressing against me. I wondered what they looked like. I'd only seen Bob's hard. I wondered what they would feel like. 

James' hands, my tits being sucked, the situation, my thoughts. I came on his fingers. They could tell. I let out a loud moan and my knees buckled. James started to push my panties off. 

All of a sudden I came to my senses. I pushed them away and said, "Stop." They did. 

I fixed my clothes kissed them both briefly, said I'd see them at the wedding, and left. 

I rushed to the hotel to be with Bob. I wanted him inside me. I wondered what it would be like to have an orgasm while he was in me. I'd read about it, but it'd never happened. 

When I got to the room Bob was there. He made no move to me. I grabbed him and kissed him passionately. He broke the kiss and asked me what happened. 

"What happened?" I asked. "Why?"

"Go look in the mirror," he replied. 

When I did I saw I was a mess. My hair disheveled and my make up messed. I started to fix it. Bob was standing right behind me.

"Don't," he said.

I looked at him quizzically.

"Leave it," he said. "I like the way you look." 

He started asking me what happened. I started at the beginning. I told him everything. Almost everything. I left out the hands on my breasts and in my pussy. I left out my orgasm. 

Bob was all excited. He asked a lot of questions. As he did, and I answered, I was getting hotter and hotter. I started undressing him. His cock sprang to attention. I slipped off my panties off and mounted him right on the couch. I'd never done that before. He came in about a minute. I felt frustrated. I slipped my hand down to my clit and still straddling his body and limp cock I rubbed myself to an orgasm. 

The next 2 days were a blur of wedding preparations. On my wedding day we got the honeymoon suite at the hotel. I was going to change into my gown there before going to the ceremony downstairs. 

It was a small wedding. Mostly family and a few friends. We didn't have attendants. My mom helped me into my dress and then went down to greet the guests. 

I was alone in my room when I realized I hadn't got Bob a present. Just then Bob texted me and asked how I was. He told me that Don and James had showed up and were asking for me. He suggested they come to the room and say hi. They were on their way. 

All of a sudden I knew what to give Bob as a wedding present. I sat down and wrote him a note. As I finished the note there was a knock on the door. It was James and Don. 

This time, when they walked in, I kissed them. Not a friendly peck. A deep long kiss. I went from one to the other. Both in front of me I pulled them into me and kissed them. At first they were tentative. Then they got back to who they were. 

They told me how sexy I looked in my gown. Their hands ran up and down my body. I let them. I gave in to the feeling. I could feel my pussy getting wet. I felt James start to pull up my gown. It was way too long. I stopped kissing Don and turned my head to James.

"It has a zipper," I said. 

James was not stupid. I felt the zipper go down. As it did I dropped my arms and let the dress fall off. It pooled around my feet. I was standing there in my wedding lingerie. White lacy bra, white almost see through thong with little strings that tied on the side, garter belt, stockings and heels. 

They stepped back to look at me. 

"Turn," said James. 

I slowly turned for them.

"Totally fuckable," Don said.

"Yes, I am," I replied.

If there was any doubt in their minds it was gone. 

Sandwiched between them Don kissed me while James unhooked my bra. I shrugged it off my shoulders and let it fall on top of my wedding gown. James held my tits up while Don sucked my nipples. The feeling was exquisite. I didn't want it to stop but I had some other things in mind. 

As they played with my tits I reached behind me and started rubbing James' cock through his pants. It felt bigger than Bob's. I was looking forward to seeing it. 

I dropped to my knees on top of my wedding gown. I unzipped Don's pants and pulled out his cock. It was hard, bigger, and thicker than Bob's. It felt heavy in my hands. With my hands wrapped around it I looked at it. It had a little drop of pre cum on the tip. I stuck out my tongue and tasted it. I liked the way it tasted.

I had never given a blow job before. I had an idea of what to do as I'd read it in my hot wife stories, but having his cock in front of me I felt a little intimidated. 

"I've never done this before," I said to Don.

He just looked at me and said, "Suck it." 

I made a pouty face and said in a pouty voice, "But only sluts suck cocks."

He smiled and said, "Then suck it, slut." 

I wrapped my mouth around the tip. I liked the way it felt filling my mouth. I stroked the shaft as I licked the head and lightly sucked. I moved my mouth back and forth like he was fucking my mouth. It felt great. 

As I did Don removed his shirt. I saw James' cock sticking out to the side of Don. James was naked. I had never seen a man other than Bob naked. I noticed that James had a flatter stomach and bigger shoulders. His body was more muscled. 

His cock was maybe a bit thicker than Don's. I reached out and grabbed it as I sucked Don. I started stroking James' cock. It felt good. 

After a few minutes of this Don pulled out of my mouth. I immediately turned my attention to James' cock. Again, I saw the drop of pre cum. I took his cock and ran it along my lips. I felt the pre cum smear accross them. Then I licked my lips and took James' cock in my mouth. 

As I sucked James' cock I could see Don undress. He was built like his brother. I liked it. 

James pulled out of my mouth, took my hand, and led me to the bed. He sat down and I again knelt in front of him and took his cock in my mouth. Something was missing. I stopped and looked around and I saw my wedding dress in a pile on the floor. I reached over grabbed it and knelt down on top of it again. I took James' cock back in my mouth.

Both James and Don encouraged me.

"That's it slut, suck that cock. You look so hot with a cock in your mouth." 

I loved hearing that. I kept stroking and sucking James cock. I loved being treated like a sexual woman. I liked the word slut. 

I felt Don move behind me. He started playing with my ass. I pushed it back against him. I could feel his hands on my thong. 

I stopped sucking James cock and said, "Take them off." 

I felt him pull the strings and my panties fell on top of my wedding gown. 

Don started fingering my pussy and playing with my clit. I felt his finger dip into my pussy. Bob never played with my pussy. I loved it. When his fingers touched my clit, I came. It felt amazing. 

Don swatted my ass and told me to lie down on the bed. I got up to do what he said. He grabbed my wedding dress and threw it on the bed. I laid down on top of it. James stuck his cock in my mouth again. Don started eating my pussy.

If I thought masturbating felt good, this was amazing. In about a minute I was coming again. 

"Oh my god," I said. "That was amazing. I've never had someone do that before. Don't stop." 

Don smiled. "Don't stop? Don't stop what."

"Eating my pussy. Eat me." 

Don obliged. As he licked me to 2 more orgasms I sucked James. James kept encouraging Don. 

"That's it. Lick the sluts pussy. Make her cum." 

To me he said, "Do you like that? Do like a cock in your mouth while having your cunt eaten? We've wanted to fuck you for so long. We wanted our cocks in your mouth and pussy. We always thought there was a bit of a slut in you." 

At that I came again. 

Don got on the bed between my legs. He spread them and place his cock against my pussy. As he drove forward it slipped right in. I was really wet. He started fucking me. I loved it. His cock felt different than Bob's. It filled me and hit parts Bob never did. I fucked back. 

Don said to James, "Hold the slut's legs." 

James grabbed my legs, held them up, and spread them for Don. Don kept fucking me. I'd never felt anything so deep. I came again. 




Wedding Day Cuckold



By this time we were way past the 2-3 minutes with Bob. I was loving it. 

All of a sudden I felt James start to stiffen. 

"I'm going to cum," he said.

I knew from the stories I should swallow it. I wanted to. The idea excited me. I clamped my lips around him. I felt the first jets of hot cum against my throat. I started swallowing. It was salty sweet. I knew I'd want to taste it again. I kept swallowing but it wasn't enough. Some leaked out and got on my chin and cheek. I thought about the cum on my face. I liked the feeling. I came again. 

James kept his deflated cock in my mouth. I could now get it all in my mouth and did. After a few minutes he started to get hard again. I'd never seen Bob get hard again. Once and he was done. I marveled at how it felt, growing in my mouth. 

I felt Don start pumping me harder and harder. "I'm cumming," he said. 

I felt it. It felt like he came gallons. I felt it hot against the walls of my pussy. 

"Oh yeah." I said. "Fill my pussy. Fuck me. Give me that cum. I want it all." 

As I said that he pulled out. The last couple spurts landed on my pussy and stomach. It felt hot against my skin. I came again. I could feel the cum drip out of me. I thought that some must be dripping on my wedding dress. 

James was hard again. He took Don's place between my legs. I felt his cock slide in me. Before today I had fucked one man. Now it's three. The thought made me cum again. 

James was fucking my cum filled pussy. Don put his cock against my lips. I opened my mouth and took him in. It was slimy and sticky. It was covered with his cum and my juices. I loved it. I started licking and sucking him trying to get it all. 

James was telling Don how good I felt.

"God. She has a great pussy. We should have fucked the little slut long ago. Too bad she fucked Bob. I would have loved to have her virgin pussy." 

That made me cum again. I had never cum this much in a week. Never mind 30 minutes. 

Don encouraged James. "That's it. Fuck the slut. Make her cum. Send her to her wedding with cum in her cunt." 

That did it. I started panting. 

"Fuck me. Fuck my cunt. Fuck my pussy. Give me that cum. I want to get married filled with cum. Fuck me." 

I came again. As I did James began to cum. I could feel his sperm mixed with Don's dripping out my pussy. I knew some got on my dress. 

Just then my phone rang. It was my mom.

"Where are you? The ceremony was supposed to start 10 minutes ago." 

I told her I was finishing my make up and would be down in 10 minutes. I rushed to get dressed. I looked at my panties on the floor and decided I didn't need them. I pulled on my gown and had James zip me. I felt sexy in my stockings garters and no panties. I imagined walking down the aisle dressed in just my stockings, garters, and heels. 

I chased Don and James out. 

As they walked out the door I said, "I still have a virgin ass." 

They smiled and headed down to the ceremony. 

I quickly washed my face. I grabbed my note. I reread it and made a few changes. I headed to the wedding. 

As I got off the elevator I saw Don and James enter the ceremony room and sit down. My father met me at the entrance. 

"Are you Ok," he said. I looked at my dress. It was all wrinkled. There was a rip in one of the lacy parts. I could see 2 stains on the front wear my tits and belly were. 

I told him I was fine. He took his handkerchief and wiped something off my cheek. The music had started and we walked down the aisle. As we walked I could see people talking. I am sure they were wondering about my dress. 

I looked for Don and James. I saw them and smiled. I could feel their cum in my pussy and dripping down my legs. 

I reached my husband to be. My dad let go of my arm and sat down. The Justice of the peace started the wedding ceremony. As he read my vows, I listened with an inward smile. 

I said, "I do." 

He started reading Bob's vows. Before Bob could say I do, I stopped him.

"I forgot to give you your wedding present," I said. 

I handed him the note. He took it and started to read.

" Dear Husband to be. 

"As you get ready to say 'I do' I wanted you to know something. I just fucked James and Don. In our room, on our honeymoon bed, on top of this wedding gown." 

He looked up and spotted James and Don among the guests.

It continued. 

"When you kiss me you will taste James' cum on my breath. I swallowed as much as I could.

"I have 2 loads of cum in my cunt. One from each of them. It's dripping down my legs. It's dripping because I'm not wearing panties. 

"After the reception, you'll have to find somewhere to wait. They are going to come to our room and fuck me again. One of them is going to take my virgin ass.

"Happy wedding day.

"Your Hot Wife to be."

Bob turned to the Justice of the peace and said, "I do."



Wedding Day Deal



The invitation came in a beautiful, hand-addressed envelope.

Embossed flowers graced the envelope, and her writing was unmistakable. I tore open the enveloped and slid out the card tucked inside.

Mr. and Mrs. Steven G. Raymond request your presence at the wedding of their daughter, Jennifer. The rest of the card went unread as I sat down and smiled.

“Well,” I said to myself, “she’s actually going to do it.”

Jennifer. Not Jenny, not "honey", "darling", or any other of a hundred cliché' names. Jennifer. She was the lust of my life for years. I wasn't really surprised that she was getting married. Jennifer and I realized that any long-term relationship between the two of us was not meant to be. We were renegades, and even the years of intimacy would not change that. 

Even through it all we remained friends. We'd gone our own ways, yet we were always there for each other. Jennifer would call when she was lonely, or in a bad relationship, or just wanted to talk. I'd call her when the mood struck, but that was about it. 

About a month ago Jennifer had confided that she was truly in love with Rick. She had finally found someone who touched her mind the way others ("yes, even you, Jon," she admitted) had touched her body. Intense feelings emerged, and Jennifer was beyond smitten, deep into la-la land.

While I was surprised she hadn’t called to tell me the good news, I knew it was not a slight. Jennifer probably just wanted to fantasize about the look on my face when I read the card. Surprise was her middle name. 

I shook my head and smiled once again as I reached for the card to find the wedding date, but as I lifted the tissue paper a small slip of paper slid out.

Jonathan - 

Surprise! Yes, you read it right. Rick and I are getting married. I hope you can be there for us. Bring a date so I’ll be jealous. 

Jennifer. 

P.S. Don’t forget our deal!

Forget our deal? Yeah, right. Jennifer and I made the pact years ago, and sealed it with a kiss.

On a warm September evening, we made the deal on a lifeguard stand in Margate, New Jersey. September at the Jersey Shore is pleasant, and many feel it’s the best time of the year for the beach. The water is warm, the summer crowds have left, and enough restaurants remain open to offer the catch of the day at local prices. 

Jennifer and I had already realized we weren't a " 'til death do us part" couple, but sparks would fly in the love nest from time to time as our "special friendship" continued. We were dating other people, but every once in a while we’d get together and invariably end up in each other’s arms.

After a wonderful dinner that night, we strolled down the boardwalk and climbed up a lifeguard stand. The moon was low, the wind gentle, and in the distance the faint ringing of a buoy was music to our ears. 

I held her close, knowing it might be the last time we’d be “together”, and as if she read my mind she turned and began deeply kissing me. One thing led to another and before I knew it she had my dick out of my pants and was stroking it to full erection. It wasn’t long before she swung her leg over my body and sat on my lap, sliding my cock up her soaking wet pussy.

Jennifer's pussy was fantastic. Wet, hot and tight, and she flexed her muscles around my cock and tried to milk it dry. 

I slid my hands around her ass and started to gently rock her against my manhood, but she soon took control and began lifting her ass up and then down onto my cock while kissing me with fervor. Her wanton behavior quickly brought my passion to a peak, a fact that did not go unnoticed by my rocking lover. 

“Fuck me, Jonathan, shoot your seed into me,” gasped the hard-breathing woman as she rock me higher. 

I’d like to say I lasted for hours, but this woman had stunned my body into believing it was a teenager once again. I tried to hold back, but I shot my cum nonetheless. Trigger fast, spurt after spurt, into her hot pussy. 

Jennifer pulled her head back and gave me a smile as she slowly circled her ass on my shrinking dick. “I think you liked that, Mister!” she exclaimed.

“Oh, Jennifer, you know I did. You are the absolute best!” I gasped a reply. 
”I’m sorry I came so fast…”

She cut me off quickly, telling me that was her plan all along. 

We held each other on the lifeguard stand, her skirt covering enough of her to allow passersby to think we were decent up there, lovers kissing and holding one another and nothing more. Which was basically true, I mean, except for that brief bit of raunchy fornication below the stars. 

After a bit Jennifer climbed off me, smoothed down her skirt, and then snuggled up against me. 

“I think we shouldn’t be doing this any more, Jonathan, it complicates things,” she said. “You understand, don’t you? I love you, but it would never work between us. You know it, I know it, and we’ve talked about it. The fact is that I have to find someone to live my life with, and you do too. We will always be special to each other, though. I will always count on you to be there for me.”

Her words burned into my brain. Although I knew the end would come sometime, I was stunned. I felt nervous and alone, like when you see those flashing red lights in your rear-view mirror. We loved each other, but she was right. We weren't meant to be together. 

Later that night, near midnight, Jennifer held my hand and flippantly made me an offer. “Jonathan,” she cooed. “One day I am going to find Mr. Right and we will get married. I want you to be there for me. I want you to know that nobody will ever take your place in my heart. So I have a deal for you…are you game?”

“Of course, Jennifer, anything,” was all I could manage to say. 

“I want a special wedding present from you,” she said, looking around as if all eyes in Margate were upon us. “I want you on my wedding day, before the ceremony, at the church. I want you to make me cum one last time before I swear off all men except my husband…Deal?”

I stared at the woman as if she were from the planet Unbelievable. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, but of course I nodded my head. 

All of this came back to me as I re-read her note. Of course I had fantasized about our “deal” a dozen times, but of course I knew it was a fantasy. I mean, there’s no way in the world she would want me that way on her wedding day, right? I mean, she was getting married! But here was the note, and it would take an absolute moron not to know what she was asking.

As the wedding day approached I attempted to call Jennifer, only to be told she was out, was away, was here or there. She never returned my phone calls, and I began to get cold feet. Still, like she said, a deal was a deal, and on that Saturday I made my way toward the church.



I had cased the church the day before, dropping off flowers and speaking with the church secretary on their placement. I told her that one of the bouquets was for the side of the alter, but the other was for the bride’s waiting room. She showed me the small room in the back of the church.

The room overlooked a flowerbed and, beyond several small trees, an overflow parking lot. With that information, I sketched out my plan. 

At 10 the next morning I drove to the back of the church and parked in that back lot, where I could see the bride’s waiting room. The shades and window were partially open, and I saw several women, probably bridesmaids, surrounding Jennifer. I faintly heard laughing as the ladies waited for the ceremony to begin. 

I heard the church bell strike the half hour and wondered what I was doing there. I almost got up and started walking toward the front of the church, but movement in the waiting room stopped me. I saw Jennifer open the shades and gaze out, then turn and say something to the women in the room. Seconds later it appeared as if her entourage was taking its leave, and Jennifer moved back to the window and opened it further. 

I decided to throw caution to the wind and, after looking every way 'til Tuesday, slipped to the window where I was met with a flushed with anticipation, soon-to-be bride. 

“I thought they would never leave,” she whispered. “Come in, but be real quiet.”

A CD player sent soothing sounds throughout the room as I made my way into the room. I looked at Jennifer, and she was stunning. Her gown was beautiful, her hair perfect, and her look was, well, radiant. 

“We don’t have much time, and I have to be careful so not to mess up this dress. Mom would kill me!” she said as I just stood there in disbelief. She actually was going to…

As if reading my mind, she smiled and said, “A deal’s a deal!”

With that she sat down on the huge sitting chair and reached down to lift her dress. She scooted down a little bit, and I gave her a hand at lifting her petticoat, which soon revealed white stockings encasing her pretty legs. A frilly white garter belt held up the stockings, although high on one of the straps was a separate garter that soon would be flung out by her husband to one of the lucky single men at the reception. 

She looked beautiful and white-hot.

I unhooked my belt and dropped my pants and underwear to the floor. My dick sprung out as if it hadn’t been hard in a week. I slipped down to my knees and bent forward and began kissing her white panties, slipping a finger underneath to slide against her pussy. It was wet, very wet, and I began to reach up to remove her panties to get free access to her slit. 

“Easy, Jon, I have to leave them on. I’d have to unsnap the garters to get them off and there just isn’t time for that. They will be coming for me soon.”

I nodded then lifted the panties away from her pussy, slipping my tongue in as best I could. Jennifer moaned as I licked her wetness. My tongue stroked her pussy lips and then her clit, and my face was soon soaked. I fingered her as I licked her clit, and it wasn’t long before she was silently moaning encouragement.

“Fuck me,” she cooed, and I lifted myself up and moved in for the asking. I lifted one side of her panties away and slid my dick up and down her sloppy slot before slowly and tantalizingly slipping deep inside her.

Jennifer scooted down a little to make for easier entry, and pushed back as I pushed. We were rocking against each other when the knock at the door startled us into reality.

“Jennifer, it’s time,” said her stern, insistent mother. “Let’s go, open the door.”

“Go on ahead, mom, I will be right there. Give me three minutes.”

The mission known, and time of the essence, we began pumping like animals in heat. I reached down and stroked her clit, and soon I saw her biting her lip to hold back a scream. Jennifer’s head flew back, her body shuddered, and I knew from experience that she was having a whale of an orgasm. It was one I owed her, one that completed our deal. 

It wasn’t easy, but our breathing returned to normal. Another knock on the door caused Jennifer to push me away and smooth down her dress. 

“Are you all right, baby? You sound like you are hyperventilating.” 

“I’m fine mother, I’m perfect. I’m just saying some prayers, and I will be right there.”

Jennifer motioned me to sit on a table. I did, pants hanging down onto the floor.

She bent her head over and kissed my cock, twisting her head and looking up at me with my dick in her mouth. She reached over and began stroking my dick, sucking on the tip. Her head bobbed up and down my cock and her hand pulled my cock and it wasn’t long before I shot a copious load of sperm into her waiting and willing mouth.

It was unbelievable.

She pushed herself up, licked her lips and looked into the mirror. She dabbed on some lipstick and makeup and smiled at me, mouthing the words “I love you” as she whirled around and slid out the door, shutting it tightly behind her. 

I quickly made myself presentable and double-timed it out the window and around to the front of the church. I have to admit I didn’t get there until the beautiful bride was halfway down the aisle, but I did get there before a single word of the ceremony was uttered.

After the vows were taken, the happy couple strode toward the rear of the church. As she passed my row she smiled at me and sort of licked her lips!

Two things struck me. I wondered if she had cleaned out her mouth before kissing Rick for the first time as husband and wife, and second, what he meant when he said in the receiving line that Jennifer had told him all about us! 

I think not. Or if she had, I believe she told the lily-white cliff notes version.

Still, I had my doubts, because as he walked past on his way to take wedding photos he shot a strange look my way? I wonder what that was all about?



Wedding Day Diversion



After the wedding, my wife met me in the parking lot of the church. She was wearing a peach colored bridesmaids dress. 

"That was a decent ceremony," I said.

"A little long." She smiled.

"Will you be riding with me?"

"Actually, we have to take more pictures. And I guess the bride wants to make some stops." She rolled her brown eyes.

"I'll just go back to the room then."

"No," she said. "You shouldn't."

"I'm not going to sit around the ballroom and wait for the tables to fill up."

My wife scanned the parking lot with her eyes. It was a hot day. Men in suits, women in floral print dresses were grouped and chatting. A summer wedding. "There," she said. She pointed. 

"Its not polite to point," I said.

"Give it a rest," she said. "There's my friend Dara."

"Dara, Dara?"

"We had dinner with her like two months ago."

"Oh, Dara."

"I think she's meeting some of the bride's college friends for drinks. You should join her."

"That might be awkward."

My wife waved and caught Dara's eye. Dara started walking over. She was wearing a skirt, blouse. She had shoulder length brown hair.

"Quite the ceremony," Dara said. She took another step and then we were standing in a triangle. My wife and Dara told each other they looked good.

"Dara, Mike doesn't have anything to do."

"I don't have any friends," I said.

"At least you're coming to terms with it," my wife said.

"Mike, why don't you join me?" Dara said.

"I'm tired really. I could use a nap."

"Come on," Dara said. "We're going to a bar. Some friends. Its going to be a great time. Weddings are so fun." Dara said this and a little sarcasm crept into her voice.

"Why don't you go, Mike?" My wife said.

"Yeah," Dara said. "I'll even drive."

"Well."

"Great," my wife said. "Its two now. The reception starts at five. I'll see you both there."

"I guess," I said.

Dara smiled and said good-bye to my wife. I gave my wife a pained looked, and followed Dara to her car.

Dara was driving and I was riding. I watched out the window, and looking over at her on occasion to make small talk. Her skirt went to the edge of the driver's seat, and after that was milky smooth, toned leg down to her black high heels.

'Where are we going?" I asked.

"Just this little place. Something quiet. I'm sure we'll get plenty of noise later on."

"No doubt." Out the window were typical suburban homes in various shades of white and blue. The grass was green, the trees were full with leaves. The traffic was light. We turned off a four-lane street, slowing down and rolling through a residential neighborhood.

Dara and I talked. We covered jobs, a little sports, and eventually my married life. I was happy, I told her.

"Good," she said. "Mary's really nice."

"Yeah, I got lucky."

Dara turned left and told me we were almost there.

"I didn't know you looked so good in a suit," she said.

"Mary picked it out."

"She's got good taste."

There was silence, and I could see up ahead the parking lot we were about to turn into. Dara flipped on her blinker. The car was quiet, but not uncomfortable. Tension.

Dara parked the car and looked around the lot. We walked into the bar. The bartender had his back to the door, was watching golf on a television over the bar.

Dara sat down at a table. The waitress came by.

"I think they'll be six," she said.

"Do you want to wait?" 

"We're not eating." Dara paused. "I'll have a long island iced tea."

The waitress looked at me. "Whiskey and coke."

She came back with our drinks. Dara and I sipped and talked. A couple walked into the bar. Dara introduced them ,we all shook hands and they ordered drinks. He was an engineer, she was a secretary. A couple more filtered in and joined us. We all drank. I watched Dara. She had one iced tea, then another. She was looking at me. I'd look back. She'd smile at me, and I'd smile back.

Dara looked at me and nodded towards the door. She stood up. "Well, we should really be going." The group urged us to stay. Dara said she had to get ready for the reception, and maybe I needed a nap. I looked at my watch. It was three o'clock.

We were in the car, pulling out of the lot. 

"They all seemed like good people," I said.

"Definitely," Dara said. "But I had to get out of there. Kinda smokey."

"It was smokey."

"And loud," she said. "I had to yell to be heard."

"That's true."

I figured she'd take me back to the hotel, but I didn't say anything.

I couldn't tell where we were driving, but I didn't think it was back to the hotel. I was a little drunk. Dara's skirt was riding higher now. 

"Do you mind if stop by my place?" Dara asked.

"No, no, that's fine."

"I forgot something." She looked over at the dashboard clock. "And we have time."

"No problem."

We drove five minutes longer and turned into a parking lot. Dara parked and opened her door. 

"You can come up," she said.

I hadn't moved. 

"It might be a minute."

"All right." I got out of the car and followed her up the stairs to her apartment.

Dara's apartment was dark, and it smelled faintly of flowers. 

"I'll just be a second," she said.

I sat down on the couch. It was soft, leather. In front of it was a coffee table, and on that a remote. The television was a flat screen. I picked up the remote and turned on the television. Dara came back out.

"Good idea," she said. She sat on the couch. "We can watch a little t.v., sober up."

"What do you like?"

"Doesn't matter." Dara looked at me and smiled. She had big brown eyes.

I flipped through the channels.

"Wait," she said. She looked at me.

"What's that?" I asked. I looked at her.

Her lips were soft and full as she leaned in and kissed me. Her lips parted, and I felt her tounge. I met it with my own. My hands wrapped around her sides. She pulled her mouth away from mine.

"I'm sorry," she said. "You're married."

"Its all right," I said.

"I don't know what got into me."

We leaned in and kissed. Her mouth was warm and wet. I could taste the alcohol. She pulled away again.

"We should stop," she said.

"Right, yeah." 

We stopped again, but it didn't last. We went after each other harder now. She was leaning into me. Our tounges mixed. Her mouth tasted good. I had one hand on her side, and the other near her ear. I squeezed her lobe between my fingers. 

"I'm so wet," she said.

I felt her hand on my hand that was on her side. She took it, and started pulling it down to the hem of her skirt. I felt the hot skin of her bare leg under my hand. I started sliding up her thigh. Dara let out a soft moan of approval. I went higher. I could feel her heat. I pressed my fingers up against her panties softly. I ran them from top to bottom, gently rubbing the fabric between her legs.

"You can go under my panties."

The fabric of her panties was soft, but had a texture. I slid the fabric over and slid my finger softly down her hot lips. I traced her slit, stopped over her clit and rubbed slowly. 

Dara was sucking my ear as I rubbed her clit. I moved my finger, slowly pressing it between her lips and pushed it inside of her. She was hot and wet and tight on my finger. She moaned softly in my ear, and ran her hand down between my legs. She squeezed me through my jeans as I fingered her slowly. 

I felt her hand on the button of my jeans, then felt them open. Her hand pushed down into my pants, under my boxers. She wrapped her soft, hot hand around my cock and started stroking softly.

"You're so hard," she said.

"You're so hot."

"Do you want to have sex?"

"Yes," I said.

We kept kissing. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dara's hands move to her hips. She slid her panties down her legs and kicked them off.

Dara straddled me on the couch, he hot slit hovering inches over my hard cock. She smiled at me, then lowerd herself down on my cock. My head pressed between her wet lips, sliding slowly all the into her. Dara moaned, sliding her hot, wet box up and down my cock.

"Your cock feels so good," she said, moaning softly.

I moaned my self, grunted. "You're really tight Dara. You feel so fucking good."

Dara moaned and started sliding up and down on my cock faster. I could feel her wet lips sliding down every inch of my shaft.

Dara lifted her shirt up, then pulled her bra down. I put my mouth over her hard nipples. Her breasts were perky and hot. I sucked her nipples, my tounge swirling around them, pressing hard into them.

Dara started moving her hips faster as I sucked her nipples. She was breathing heavy, and I could feel her pulse around my cock.

"Oh God Mike I'm gonna cum."

She gripped my shoulders and let out a long, soft moan. She slowed her hip movement, riding me slowly now. She kissed my neck, my ear.

"You can come in me," She said. "I'm on the pill."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

Dara continued sliding up and down my wet shaft, slowly. My cock throbbed in her. She was kissing my neck. I could smell sex and hear the soft smacking noise of my cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy.

"I'm gonna come Dara."

Dara kept sliding. I grabbed her hips, pushed deep in her and felt myself release into her. 

When I was done, Dara slid off me. 

"I can't believe we did that."

"Neither can I," I said.

Dara started laughing. I smiled.

"You're a good fuck," she said.

"You're not so bad yourself."

She leaned over and kissed me on the mouth.

"I'd rather stay here and do that again than go to that wedding."

"Me too," I said.

We both stared ahead for a second.

"Are you going to tell your wife?"

"Are you kidding?"

Dara laughed. She leaned over and started kissing me again. She put her hand on my still wet cock, started stroking, but I didn't get hard again.

"We're going to be late," I said.

"I know." Dara smiled. "Isn't she going out of town soon?"

"Maybe," I said.

Dara reached down to the floor, came up sliding her panties back on.

"I suppose," she said.

"Yeah."

We both got dressed and left her apartment. We were quiet on the drive, and ignored each other during the reception. That night, before I went to bed, my wife asked if I had a good time with Dara. She thought it was strange we didn't talk at the reception. 



Wedding Day Fantasy



"I do," Dan said with enthusiasm as he gazed into the eyes of his beautiful bride. He was full of joy and love.

He didn't really hear the minister's next few words. He was admiring his new wife. She really was a wonder. She had got him back on track; helped him get off drugs, get a job, get some decent friends. She was a wonderful woman who was kind and considerate. She also had a pretty face and a lovely curvy body; she was sexy.

Everyone cheered and clapped as he leaned in to kiss the lovely Josie when instructed to do so by the minister. Her full lips were always a pleasure to kiss. He was a happy man.

-----

The next four hours were a pleasurable blur of photos, congratulations, amazing food and dodgy speeches. Dan really could not wait to get Josie up to the bridal suite. Her figure hugging wedding dress was driving him wild; making him horny as hell.

He knew he had at least another six hours to wait. He took another sip of champagne as the party started. Josie was off chatting with her girlfriends; they were laughing a lot; she looked completely happy.

God, I am horny, Dan thought. How am I going to last? He thought briefly about quickly popping to the toilets to jerk off but he did not want to waste his first married juice on a toilet bowl.

In a weak moment he thought; I could really do with a line right now. He was a little annoyed with himself. He was about to put the thought out of his mind when he saw something that almost made his heart stop.

There across the room was the most stunning woman he had ever seen. She was subtly waving at him. He could not believe what he was seeing. He had not seen this woman for over four years. 

Last time he saw her he was snorting coke off her perfectly enhanced tits; she was an old fuck buddy / drugs buddy of his. He had not seen anyone from that part of his life for over three years. What was she doing here? The question scared him.

She could tell Josie stuff that would destroy their fledgling marriage before it had started. But why would she do that? They had parted on good terms and there was never any commitment between them anyway. It was not really what she knew that scared Dan; it was the temptation she posed.

The woman waving at him was, by a long way, the hottest, sexiest, most beautiful woman at the reception. Jodie may have been beautiful and sexy but she was no where near this woman. The blast from the past was thinner, taller, prettier and curvier (helped by her enhanced DD tits) than Josie. Every straight man who saw her wanted her; hell, she was hot enough to turn most gay men straight.

Dan could already feel a stirring between his legs. He was a little annoyed with himself.

She was beginning to attract quite a bit of attention so she quickly made a little signal to Dan that only they would understand and then she left; whilst about twenty men checked out her amazing ass. The signal was an old hand signal that she and Dan used to use; fancy a line?

Dan was torn. He was proud that he had been fully clean for over two years but he was so tempted. He truly loved his Josie but he knew that one line with this woman from his past would inevitably lead to some of the best fucking of his life; it always did; she knew exactly how to use her perfect body.

The mental turmoil was causing him to get angry. How could he be considering cheating on his beautiful Josie before they had even consummated their marriage? But the old demons of the past were winning out. The memories of the amazing times he had enjoyed whilst high on coke with this woman were too much to resist.

He slipped out of the room to follow her.

-----

He was already feeling a mixture of incredible guilt and intense excitement as he saw her waiting for him. If possible she looked even better than last time he saw her. She smiled at him and without a single word she turned and walked off.

Dan followed whilst checking out her ass. The way it moved when she walked was enough to give any man a hard on; Dan certainly had one.

He followed her all the way to room 213. Once inside she finally spoke, "Ready for some real fun?" Her voice was like honey; it made Dan even harder; it brought back so many sexy memories.

For now Dan's guilt had been placed to one side. He was just horny and excited now, "Fuck yeah."

She walked up to him and threw her arms around his neck and kissed him gently. "You know the rules. Get naked first. Everything is better when we are naked." 

She let him go, smiled at him and undid the button behind her neck. When she let go her sheer silk dress shimmied all the way to the ground leaving her completely naked apart from a pair of shiny black six inch stilettos. She was even more breathtaking than Dan had remembered.

She had long black hair that cascaded over her perfect perky breasts. She had a stunning hour glass figure with unbelievable legs. Somehow she managed to be very thin yet very curvy and sexy at the same time. Her skin was a beautiful olive tone.

Dan almost fell over in his rush to get his clothes off. He was just pulling his pants down when he heard a noise. "What's that?" he asked in a panic.

The naked beauty before him just smiled, "Don't worry. I just brought a friend along. Three is always better than two." At that moment another stunning naked woman walked into the room from the en suite bathroom. She had a similar amazing body to the first woman but was shorter and had blonde hair.

She walked straight over to Dan and kissed him whilst grabbing his cock with one hand. Dan welcomed her tongue into his mouth and explored her soft ass with one hand and her equally soft tits with the other.

After a few blissful seconds she pulled away. Dan feasted his eyes on the two most beautiful women he had ever met. All thoughts of Josie or guilt had completely gone. His libido had full control now.

"You ready?" The blonde asked?

"Oh yeah."

The blonde girl lay on the bed with her arms out stretched and her legs apart. Dan really wanted to fuck her hard.

The other girl got a small baggie of white powder and prepared a small line of it on Blondie's perfectly shaved mound. She then stepped away; making room for Dan.

He got on his knees and lowered his head down to this goddesses most private area. He could see she was wet and he could smell it. It drove him wild. He was sure his cock was going to explode.

He held one nostril closed as he sniffed up the line. Then he began licking the wet pussy as the elation set in. He practically devoured it. Gently biting her lips and sinking his tongue in deep and playing with her clit; everything was a blur of sexiness and elation.

Blondie sounded breathless as she said, "Feed me your cock big boy." Dan did not need asking twice; he was desperate for release.

He went to the other end of the bed and fed his rock hard nine inches into Blondie's mouth. She immediately put her arms around him so she could grab his ass and pull him close. She was deep throating him and it felt amazing.

Dan grabbed her ample tits as his cock was getting sucked. He knew he would not last much longer; the first time he was going to cum as a married man was going to be down Blondie's throat; not what he expected when he woke up that morning.

Just to make sure he could last no longer, the girl from his past was snorting a line off Blondie's mound before devouring her pussy.

God this was sexy. Dan felt on top of the world.

He was getting real close; Blondie's deep throat technique was amazing. Her nails digging into his ass cheeks just heightened the sensation. 

Suddenly Blondie began to moan loudly. Then her body started to shake. She was cumming hard. This sent Dan over the edge and he shot load after load down Blondie's throat.

She swallowed it all as she orgasmed. The other girl did not stop working on Blondie's clit until she had finished cumming.

Dan finally stopped squirting his seed down Blondie's throat but she continued to suck. He was hornier than he had ever felt. He had just had the most amazing orgasm of his life and it obviously was not over yet.

Blondie bought Dan's softening cock back to life before the other girl said, "Dan, you lie down now."

Reluctantly he removed his cock from Blondie and lay on the bed just where she had been.

Immediately Blondie climbed on top of him and straddled Dan's face. She sat on him; her ample soft ass pushing into his face; offering up her gushing pussy to his mouth. He accepted and lapped up her juices as he felt a line of coke being prepared just above his cock.

Blondie was rocking her pelvis back and forward; fucking his face; as she leaned forward to snort her line.

Once snorted she leaned back in ecstasy. Dan could hardly breath but he was happy. He continued to devour Blondie's sweet wet pussy; he loved the taste of her.

He could feel his cock was rock hard and needed attention. Almost as if she had read his mind he felt the girl from his past climb on top of him and lower herself onto his cock.

Her warm wet vagina enveloped his throbbing cock. He could not believe that he had two of the most beautiful women in the world riding him at the same time.

His cock was being ridden hard and fast; and so was his face. He was close to cumming again as the two girls kissed each other passionately whilst playing with each other's tits.

All three were riding high with drug enhanced elation and sexual desire.

Dan felt his second orgasm building as the two girls began to moan. They stopped kissing and began shouting as all three of them exploded into super intense orgasms. Dan almost choked on Blondie's juices as she ejaculated so much into his mouth.

The other girl's body shook with a ferocious intensity as Dan filled her with his seed.

After a few more seconds of pure carnal pleasure they all collapsed on the bed.

They all lay there breathless for a few minutes before one girl said, "You had better get back to your new wife."

Dan looked at the clock. He had been gone for about an hour. Shit! How was he going to explain that.

He went to the bathroom and washed the smell of Blondie off his face and then got dressed. 

The two naked beauties stood by the door for him. They both kissed him on his cheek and said, "Happy wedding day big boy." He left the room and never saw them again.

-----

He rushed back to the reception and went straight to Josie.

"Where have you been? I haven't seen you for ages, husband." She kissed him sweetly.

Dan was glad she was not mad or suspicious. He felt guilty but it did not take away from the fact that he had just had the best sex of his life on his wedding day; a threesome with two amazing beauties. And to top it all he would get to make love to his gorgeous Josie in a few hours time.

He knew he was a complete bastard but it had been worth it. He just smiled at Josie and said, "Oh, just mingling. Catching up with old friends." Not a complete lie he thought.

"Oh okay." She smiled at him and started chatting to one of her bridesmaids. She was the happiest girl in the world today. And Dan was the happiest man.



Wedding Day Fun



It was early fall in NYC and I went to one of my best friend’s wedding. I met my cousin Leon there as well as a bunch of my "party hard" friends that I hadn’t seen in a while. I was dressed in a beige slip dress with spaghetti straps with matching high-heeled pumps that made my ass stick out like POW! It was still hot outside and I wore no underwear at all. The dress was cut right above my knee with slits up to my thigh. It clung to my body like paint at times, but it wasn’t tight at all. It was easy to see that I wasn’t wearing any panties at times because the way it clung to my skin. I liked the attention I got. The damn cab driver couldn’t keep his eyes on the road. I didn’t like that at all. The top half of my dress was low cut and if I bent over at all, my breasts were in full view. Once I went inside the wedding hall, my nipples stuck out like erasers from the cold air conditioning.

Once inside, I ran into Frank, an old flirt buddy from back in the day. He was part of the groom’s party. He was in shock when he saw me because he thought I was still in LA and didn’t think I was coming to the wedding. We talked in the reception area and had a few cocktails as we waited for the ceremony to start. After my first drink, I got a nice buzz, which is dangerous because it also gets me horny. I had to sit down in a chair in front of Frank because the shoes were starting to hurt my feet. As we talked, I noticed him trying to sneak peeks down my dress. 

I forgot for a moment that my tits were visible to anyone who stood above me or if I leaned over. I was doing both at the same time. I loved being an exhibitionist, so I paid it no mind and continued leaning over, rubbing my feet, etc. Suddenly we had to go because the wedding was about to start. I gulped down my "Cosmo" and went into the wedding hall. Finally my cousin Leon arrived late as usual and sat next to me. He knew the groom as well. It was a young wedding, so there were lots of young and single guys and girls. The actual wedding was beautiful and I think I cried throughout the entire thing. 

My buzz died down and I was totally into the wedding. Of course during the ceremony, I wondered if and when I was going to ever get married? Well, that went on for a minute or so until the ceremony was over. At the end of the ceremony, we all retired to the reception area and had drinks and finger food. By that time, I had caught the eye of Doug, another friend of the groom’s. 

He was in the wedding party and stared at me throughout the whole ceremony. Leon and myself had a couple of drinks right away and waited around for the wedding party to come out into the reception area. After two cocktails, we went into the main reception area where dinner was to be served and the wedding party came inside. I remembered that Doug was eyeing me when he walked out with the wedding party. Frank walked out as well. They both looked handsome and I was already trying to figure out whom I wanted more. 

During the reception, Leon was trying his best to flirt with Sally, the bride’s sister. Eventually, we all got drunk. Leon started passing out ecstasy pills as party favors to a few of us. An expensive little gesture I must say. Once that pill kicked in, I was out of control. I could not sit still. Frank was busy with the family. Finally Doug came over and sat real close to me. 

We hadn’t spoken the whole time. He introduced himself and we started talking bullshit over the loud music. And just as I expected, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of my exposed breasts. 

"What are you staring at?" I finally asked him playfully. 

"You!" He responded, not even taking his eyes off of me. I smiled. Well, what could I say after that? He was telling the truth. Suddenly he took me by the hand and led me to kitchen, where the caterers were preparing food. He grabbed my ass as we walked past them and into the kitchen, past the Asian cooks. A couple of the young male servers looked us over as we looked for a private place. 

I smiled at them and said. "We just need to talk privately." There wasn’t really any place to go, except a corner of the service area, way in the back where the dishes were stored. I winked at the two Mexican bus boys that were staring. My body was tingling from the ecstasy. Just the touch of his hands were almost enough to make me cum. Next thing I know, I’m unzipping his pants, springing out his deliciously hard cock. He turns me around, lifts my dress and slides his cock into my dripping wet pussy with one smooth move. My mind is racing and I feel great.

The pills were freaking me out. Everything stroke felt great. Here was this stranger fucking me with me only knowing him for a few minutes. I couldn’t think about anything else except his dick banging into my pussy. Within a few minutes, I’m cumming, hard and strong. I look up and notice that the busboys are still in the room watching. I start to hear and feel Doug tense up. His thrusts are much harder and faster. I know he’s about to cum. I feel him spurt his hot cum into my pussy. That’s not what I wanted, it’ll ruin my dress for the rest of the night if I sit done and his cum starts to drip out of me. In the midst of his orgasm, I reached around and grabbed hold of his shaft, stopping him from cumming and pulling him out of my pussy. 

"Who said you could cum in me?" I asked him playfully. He was in that state of confusion that one gets in when someone stops your orgasm mid way. I squatted in front of him and slid his hard, slick and sticky cock into my mouth. I sucked on it for about 30 seconds and he began spurting his hot jizm into my mouth. I pulled it out and stroked it while it spurted strings of white and clear cum through the air and onto the floor. A couple of pearly drops remained on the tip of his dick and I licked them off. Once we were done, I turned and looked at the two Mexican dudes. They smiled and rushed off like scared children.

I walked out first and he stayed behind, fumbling with his pants. I went into the women’s room to freshen up. I looked in the mirror. Everything was in place, except I needed more lipstick. Damn! I was so horny from the X. My nipples stood out like two pencil erasers. When I came out, my cousin Leon was looking for me. He rushed over and told me that a group was going to the "W" hotel and continuing the party there. I walked over to get another drink to wash my mouth out. I gulped down a double shot of cognac and went and grabbed my purse.

I was totally drunk as I walked outside, to find a large white limo. The limo driver was this sweet looking, older Caribbean man, who waited for me with the door open. Inside were Leon, Frank, Doug, Dara, Sue and some hot chick that I never met before. Everyone was smoking weed and drinking champagne. As I climbed across everyone to get to an empty seat, it seemed like everyone grabbed my ass. Dara even decided to move my dress aside, exposing my butt for a brief second. Everyone made catcalls and stuff. It was all in good fun. I sat in the seat facing everyone, right up next to the driver’s partition. Leon sat next to me and popped opened a bottle of champagne. As the car drove off, we all drank a toast to the newly married couple. 

The music was blaring as we drank and smoked. Leon kept looking at Dara. I yelled out. "My cousin here thinks you’re hot!" Leon hit me on the shoulder like a kid who was embarrassed. I hit him back. Everyone was laughing. Dara yelled to me, "Don’t be jealous Lisa!" I acted like a baby. 

"But he’s my cousin!" I said as I snuggled next to him. My head ended up in his lap. He put his arm around me and his hand ended up on my thigh. As I laid my head down on his lap, his cock sprung to attention. "Whoa!" I said out loud. "Check out the pup tent!" Doug shouted. I poked at it. "It won’t go down!" I said playfully. "Put it down!" Sue shouted out. The chick I didn’t know spoke up. Her name was Leslie. "Lisa, Doug told us that he fucked you in the kitchen. Is that true? I answered. "Hell, yes!" Everyone laughed. It turned out that Leslie was Doug’s ex-girlfriend. She slapped him on the chest and playfully pouted. "Put it down Lisa!" Everyone kept saying to me. "But that’s her cousin!" Doug kept saying. 

The attention turned me on and Leon was so high, he just sat there, smiling with a huge hard on. I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was so hard and dripping with pre-cum. I made sure everyone could see, then put it in my mouth and began sucking it. Everyone clapped. Leon took it upon himself to grab my ass I blew him. That’s when I realized that my dress was getting wrinkled up. 

"Take it off!" Everyone shouted. So I did. Dara neatly folded it up and placed it on the seat. Here I was, butt naked, sucking my cousin’s cock in front of a crowd of watchers. I LOVE this spontaneous action. Frank started to kiss on Dara’s neck. Doug started to kiss on Leslie. She pushed him off of her. "C’mon, let’s be nice now!" I said, smiling with my tongue running across the head of Leon’s cock. I was so wet by then. I could feel my juices flowing. I knew I was leading the show, so I sat up and mounted Leon. I slid my body down onto his awaiting rock hard dick and slid it inside of my pussy. I heard a couple of "Oh shit! I can’t believe she’s fucking him?" coming from the group. 

That turned me on even more. I looked back at them and everyone was staring at the sex show I was giving them. I took my hand and held onto Leon’s cock as it slid inside of me. My hand was covered with a mixture of Doug’s cum and my juices. I licked my hand clear. That was too much for everyone and they cheered so loud that the driver opened the partition. Suddenly, the driver’s face is in my face. "Hi!" I said smiling at him. He smiled back, apologized and closed the partition. I slid Leon’s dick out of me and once again put his cock back in my mouth, cleaning off the juices that painted it. "We’re almost there." 

The driver spoke through the partition. I smile and waved for my dress. I kissed Leon on the lips and told him to zip up. He was high as a kite and just smiled. Everyone clapped because I wasn’t afraid to do Leon. The limo pulled over and the driver got out and opened the door. I slid the dress on. 

As I climbed out of the limo, my dress was still over my hips. I was completely flashing the driver and the bell hop, who happened to be standing there, wondering if we had any bags. I pulled my dress down. "No luggage!" I said as I passed him, holding up my tiny purse. We partied all night. Unfortunately, I passed out and woke up with a massive hangover.



Wedding Day in the Closet Phone Sex



Brett leaves his promised to be bride standing at the altar for his mother.

Brett gave his credit card information to an operator before being allowed to speak with one of the women on call.

Ring... Ring...

"Hello. Welcome to Cassandra's telephone sex line. This is Cassandra," said Cassandra with her sugary voice so sultry sweet. "What's your name handsome?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line and Cassandra hoped that the caller didn't get cold feet and hang up the phone. She's had that happen to her plenty of times before. Sometimes, just hearing her voice saying, "Hello," was enough to get some of these pathetic losers to prematurely ejaculate. If they were that easy to get off on a telephone sex line, she couldn't imagine what a dud they'd be in bed.

"Brett, uh, my name is Brett," whispered Brett finally in seemingly pained desperation. "I'm a first time caller. I've never done something like this before, calling a telephone sex line. How does this work? What do I do?"

"Relax Sugar. I'm here to help you," said Cassandra in a soothing and calming voice. "How may I help you, Sugar?"

"Um, I've curious about the emotional and psychological process of before and after a woman loses her virginity," he whispered pausing. "Being that you're an operator at a telephone sex service and being that I assume that you're not a virgin, I was wondering..." he whispered pausing.

"Yes? Wondering what Brett? Tell Cassandra what it is you're wondering. I'm here to help you," said Cassandra.

Figuring she had a live one and could make a few dollars by delaying her response to keep him on the phone longer, she tried her best to hide her Ukrainian accent while speaking in her clearest English.

As if he was holding the phone really close to his face, too close, she heard him breathing. Nothing new for her, she had a lot of heavy breathing callers calling her.

"Can you describe a virgin's first time having sex in detail by, um, maybe describing your first time having sex?"

"Sure," said Cassandra rolling her eyes, sighing, and copying Brett's whispers with her own whispers. Nothing new for her, a lot of callers ask her about her first time having sex. She paused and took her sweet time in responding to his question. "I can do that but why are you whispering Brett?"

"Oh, well, um, I'm calling you from inside a closet," he said.

"Inside a closet?" She laughed. "Baby, you don't have to be in the closest anymore. People will accept you exactly as you are. It doesn't much matter if you're straight, gay, lesbian, a cross dresser, or a transsexual today. This is the time of the rainbow coalition. We embrace everyone the same sexually." 

"No, you don't understand. I'm not gay or a transsexual. I'm one-hundred-percent heterosexual. I'm inside a closet because I don't want anyone to hear me. I don't want anyone to find me," whispered Brett. "And I definitely don't want anyone to know that I'm calling a phone sex line."

"So you're calling me from a closet?" She laughed. "Well, that's a first for me. Now be honest and tell me the truth. Don't be a bad boy by lying to me because I'll know if you're lying. Cassandra always knows a liar," she said scolding him.

"What? What would you like to know Cassandra? Whatever you ask of me, I'll respond honestly," whispered Brett.

"Do you live with your mother? Is that it? Is your mother home now? Shouldn't you be in school? How old are you because I can't talk to you about sex if you're under eighteen-years-old."

"My mother? No I don't live with my mother and being that I'm a college graduate, I'm finished with school. I'm a grown man. I'm not a child," he said with impatient hostility.

"Okay, then, where is this closet located? At home? In your bedroom? And why are you calling me from a closet?" She asked again.

"No, I'm not calling from home. I, um, I'm at a hotel in the closet of the Bridal Suite," he said in a whisper. 

"Bridal Suite? How did get in there? You're not one of those peepers are you? Are you peeping on a couple on their Honeymoon having sex? Wow, that's as sexually exciting as it is naughty. You're such a bad boy Brett," said Cassandra laughing. "Tell me and don't leave out any details. What do you see? Are they being nasty? What do you hear? Are they talking dirty? Now I understand why you're whispering. You're a pervert," whispered Cassandra.

"God, no. I'm not a pervert and I'm not a peeper. I'm not peeping on anyone. This is my bridal suite. I rented it," he said in a whisper.

"Then I don't understand Brett," whispered Cassandra.

"Boy this is really embarrassing and difficult for me to say," whispered Brett.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about Brett. It's only sex," whispered Cassandra seeming liking this game of having to slowly get information out of him while the minutes ticked by and the dollars added up on his credit card. Happy to prolong the telephone conversation, the longer the phone call lasted the more money she made. As if saying something out of an Eric Segal's Love Story novel, Love means never having to say you're sorry, Cassandra said, "Sex should never be embarrassing, just exciting."

Only this call was different from all the other heavy breathing calls she usually received with the man talking to her on the other end of the phone while masturbating. With him not saying inappropriate things, he didn't seem like one of the typical crude and rude perverts that she usually gets calling her to get off as quickly as they can while not paying her any more than they need pay. He seemed more the gentleman than the degenerate.

"To be honest Cassandra, and this is as embarrassing for me to confess as it is mortifying but I'm about to be married. I'm the groom at my own wedding. Sadly and oddly enough, I feel as if I'm a character in Charles Dickens' Great Expectations novel. This whole thing relationship and subsequent wedding is a nightmare. To loosely quote Dickens, "There have been occasions in my life when I have felt for a time as if a thick curtain had fallen on all of my interests in regards to romance, to shut me out from anything save for a dull endurance of sadness. Never has that curtain dropped so heavily and been so blackly blank, as when my way in life lay stretched out straight before me through the newly entered road of promised matrimony with a woman that I now know that I don't love."

"Oh, my God," whispered Cassandra. "You just had an epiphany. You just admitted that you don't love the woman that you're about to marry."

"No, not at all. Of course I love her. I just have cold feet, that's all. Delaying the wedding, my bride is waiting for me downstairs right now for me to marry her," he whispered. "We're already late for our elaborate wedding reception that her father paid for us to have."

"Really? Your bride is waiting for you? Um, okay, I see, I think," whispered Cassandra. "I'm not telling you what to do or to hang up the phone, being that I'm being paid by the minute but shouldn't you be downstairs with your bride to marry her and to enjoy your wedding reception that her father paid so dearly for you to have?"

"Yes, yes, of course, but I needed to make this call first. I needed to talk to someone. I need to some information," he whispered. "This virginity thing with her not putting out has been a real nightmare for me," he said with as much anger as he said with sorrow.

"Information? Precisely what kind of information do you need to know about virgins?"

"Being that my wife is a shyly, modest virgin, I'm in desperate need of some first time sex information so that I can help her get over her fear of having sexual intercourse with me," whispered Brett.

"Ask me your question and I'll do my best to answer it. I'm not a psychologist or a psychiatrist but I do know something about virgins and virginity," she said with a dirty laugh.

"I need to know how Connie is going to react to being a virgin now that she's married and how she'll react after she's no longer a virgin," whispered Bret. "Listen, I don't want to marry her if she'd going to continue being a cold fish in bed after we're married in the way that she is now. I don't want to marry her, if even after we're married, she doesn't want to give it up and lose her virginity to me. And I don't want to marry her if she'll be angry with me that, even though we're husband and wife, that I took her virginity away from her."

"I see. You poor, poor man. This Connie has you wrapped around her finger. She must be very beautiful. Yes?"

"Yes. Beauty runs in her family. You should see her mother. She's drop dead gorgeous and even more good looking than her daughter," whispered Brett.

"Where's your bride now? Is she there in the closet with you," she said with a loud laugh. "Being that this is your wedding day with your Honeymoon night tonight, shouldn't you be standing at the altar so that you can be in bed with her tonight instead of standing in a closet sugar?"

"Shh, quiet. Someone will hear you," he whispered. "No, no, of course not. Connie isn't in the closet with me. I'm in the closet alone. Connie is downstairs waiting for me to marry her. Listen, I don't have a lot of time. I can't talk very much longer. I need to ask you the questions that I need answers. So can we just get started please and make it fast? I need to get downstairs before they realize that I'm missing," he whispered.

"Being that you're the groom and an integral part of your wedding, I'm sure they're already missing you," she whispered.

"I told them that I had a bad case of nerves and needed to use the bathroom," he whispered. "I told them that I wasn't feeling very well from last night's bachelor's party. I told them that I had too much to drink and that I'm hung over."

"I see. Well, go ahead. Fire away. Ask me whatever you'd like to ask and I'll answer you as honestly as I can," whispered Cassandra.

"Okay," he said taking a deep breath. "You see, Connie, my bride, is a virgin and being that I can't wait to make love to her and can't wait to fuck her, I don't want to come on too strong and frighten her. I definitely don't want to hurt her," whispered Brett.

"Taking your time and being gentle is good, especially when having sex for the first time," whispered Cassandra.

"I've been in blue ball Hell with her for more than two years now and I can't release that furry on her all at once and all in a rush. It's her wedding night too and it just wouldn't be right for me to grope her, mall her, molest her, and have my wicked sexual way with her virginal, naked body. Besides, knowing how shyly modest she is, it wouldn't surprise me if all she gives me is a hand job and goes to sleep while wearing a flannel nightgown with her bra and panties underneath," he whispered.

"Gotcha, Brett, you poor, poor man," whispered Cassandra. "If I was with you now, I'd wrap my hand around you cock and stroke you before sucking you. If I was in the closet with you right now, I'd let you make love to me. I'd allow you to pound my blonde, trimmed pussy. I'd fuck you, Brett, I would."

"Wow, you just gave me an erection Cassandra," said Brett.

"So go ahead and get out of the closet and make yourself comfortable on your bed. Even though I'm a proud member of the mile high club and have had sex in the bathroom of a plane, I don't know how comfy having sex in a hotel closet can be," whispered Cassandra with a little, sexy laugh. "It must be as cramped as it is hot in there."

"I'm comfy enough and I don't want to be out in open should her mother come up looking for me. Please, while making her feel comfortable and sexy, while making her feel that this is something that she wants as much as I want, I need to know how to do seduce my virginal wife," he whispered.

"Okay," she whispered. "First of all sugar, you're worrying over nothing. I'm sure that Connie wants to have sexual intercourse with you as much as you want to have sexual intercourse with her. I'm sure she'll be just as nervous as you are. My advice is to take it slow, have some champagne, relax, talk, but don't rush her. If it doesn't happen tonight, it will happen tomorrow night," whispered Cassandra. "You have the rest of your lives together to explore one another's naked bodies."

"Yeah, okay, that's good advice," he whispered. "Yeah, that all makes sense but you still haven't told me how to make her not be a crazed virgin."

"You're worrying about nothing Sugar. Trust me on this Brett, after waiting years of her adulthood to have sex while maintaining her virginity, now that she's married and you're wife, she'll blossom into your passion flower tonight on this very special night, her wedding night and your Honeymoon night," whispered Cassandra

"Passion flower? That's good. I like that. Maybe I'll call her that later. Too focused on sex, I'm always at a loss for words," he whispered.

"Tell me more of what she's like for me to better help you," whispered Cassandra while trying to extend the conversation longer to earn more money.

"Well, we've lived together for the past few months and even though we've done everything else but for sexual intercourse, she's the type who undresses in the bathroom with the door closed and locked. She comes in the bedroom with off all the lights turned off," said Brett. 

"Christ, I hope she doesn't do that tonight. Being that this is your Honeymoon night, that would just be so wrong," whispered Cassandra.

"I know. I've been dying to see her naked," whispered Brett. "Which leads me to my next request?"

"Next request and not a question?"

Cassandra had a puzzled look on her face.

* * * * *

"Actually, the real reason why I'm calling you is, in case she doesn't allow me to make love to her before fucking her, I thought you could make me cum," whispered Brett.

"Pardon?"

"I was hoping you could talk dirty to me enough to make me cum. I've been so horny and sexually frustrated lately, especially with all the plans for the wedding and after not receiving very much sex from my fiancé," whispered Brett. 

"Make you cum?"

"Yes, isn't that what you do? You talk explicitly dirty to men for them to cum while they masturbate," whispered Brett. "I need to masturbate. I need to cum Cassandra."

"Yes, I understand all of that, of course, but this is the day of your wedding and tonight is your wedding night," whispered Cassandra with a bit of shock in her voice. "Wouldn't you want to save your energy and your cum for your bride?"

"Nah, she doesn't swallow and chances are she won't allow me to fuck her. Please Cassandra. I'm so horny and I'm so tired of being sexually frustrated. At this point in time if one of the bridesmaids or her mother propositioned me, I'd do them," whispered Brett.

"Really? You'd do your mother?"

"If you saw my mother, you'd understand," whispered Brett. "She's hot."

* * * * *

"Okay, unzip yourself, take out your cock and I'll see what I can do to ease some of your sexual tension," whispered Cassandra. "Do you have a tissue?"

"I do. Thank you Cassandra," whispered Brett.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, I'm ready. I have my cock in my hand and I'm slowly stroking myself to an erection. You have a sexy voice by the way," whispered Brett.

"Thank you," whispered Cassandra.

"Tell me, I'm just curious, what do you look like?"

She laughed a dirty laugh in her sexy, sultry voice.

"What do you imagine me looking like?"

"Tall, blonde, beautiful, and busty with big, blue eyes," whispered Brett.

"Wow," whispered Cassandra. "It's as if you're a psychic and as if you can see me through the phone, you described me perfectly," she said with a laugh.

If only he knew the best part of her was her sexy, sultry voice. If only he knew that she was short, obese, had small, A cup breasts and wasn't very pretty, he probably wouldn't even want to talk to her never mind flirt with her.

"Okay, here we go. Connie appeared nervous as she walked toward the bed. She was wearing a see-through pink nightie," whispered Cassandra.

"No, not pink. She hates pink but loves blue. Say that she's wearing a blue nightie instead," whispered Brett.

"Okay, she's wearing a blue, see-through nightgown that's detailed in satin and lace. With the moonlight filtering in through the closed window, even in the dark, unlit room, you can still see the shape of her naked breasts and the impressions that her big nipples made in her nightgown," whispered Cassandra.

"Yeah, that's good. I like tits and she has big ones, C cuppers," said Brett. "Like mother like daughter, her mother has big tits too. She's a MILF. I only hope that Connie looks like her mother when she's her age," whispered Brett.

"How old is her mother?"

"Um, I don't know actually, forty-something, maybe forty-seven or forty-eight but she looks ten years younger. She looks thirty-something instead of forty-something. Trust me, if I wasn't marrying her daughter, I'd do her mother," whispered Brett with a dirty laugh.

"How old are you?"

"I'm twenty-five?"

"And Connie? How old is she?"

"She's 22-years-old. She didn't want to get married until after she graduated college and she graduated this May," whispered Brett.

"Wow, graduating college in May and being married in September, it's a big year for you," whispered Cassandra. "I'll tell you what. Let's take some of the pressure of your wedding night. Instead of talking sexy about your new bride, what if we talk sexy about your MILF of a future mother," whispered Cassandra. "Would you like that?"

"Oh, my God, yeah. I'd love that," whispered Brett. "Where Connie hasn't made love to me, I bet her mother would," he whispered in a dirty voice. "I can imagine her being a wildcat in bed."

"What's her name?"

"Sophia. Her name is Sophia, whispered Brett while allowing her name to roll off of his tongue. "Where Connie is hard sounding to say, Sophia is so sexily soft to utter. Sophia. I just love her name. I wish Connie's name was Sophia. Her parents named her after the famous actress, Sophia Loren, only she's much prettier than Sophia Loren," whispered Brett allowing her name just to roll of his tongue again. "Where Connie is so hard sounding, Sophia is so soft sounding. It's difficult to whisper Connie's name but so easy to whisper Sophia's name while in bed with her naked."

"I see. So, you've already thought about seeing your future mother naked?"

"Yes, many times while masturbating, I've thought of her topless and/or naked while having sex with me," whispered Brett.

"Okay then, tell me what Sophia looks like," whispered Cassandra.

"She's tall, 5' 9" tall, a few inches taller than Connie. Connie is 5' 5" tall. She has bigger breasts than Connie too, definitely a D cup. She has short, straight brown hair that comes down past her chin. Especially for an older woman, she's very pretty. Having not seen any old photos of her, I can't imagine what she must have looked like when she was Connie's age. If she looks this good now, she must have been spectacular twenty years ago. Actually, now that I think more about it, she resembles Mimi Rogers only prettier," whispered Brett.

"Mimi Rogers? Wow," she must be hot then," whispered Cassandra. "So, let's switch to talking dirty about your mother then to get you off, shall we?"

"Definitely," whispered Brett.

* * * * *

"Sophia eases herself in bed beside you. She looks like the heavenly Goddess that she is. Dressed in her sheer, practically see through blue nightgown, unlike her shyly, modest, virginal daughter, she turns on the light by the nightstand to give you a better view of her hot body hidden beneath the thin material," whispered Cassandra.

"Oh, my God," whispered Brett while stroking himself a little faster. "I can see her. I can really see her," whispered Brett. "Only, instead of a blue nightgown, make her nightgown pink. She likes pink."




Wedding Day in the Closet Phone Sex



"She kisses you, French kisses you. You're making out with your future mother. As she kisses and kisses you, you feel her big, D cup breasts through her pink nightgown while fingering her big, hard, erect nipples. As her kisses become more passionate, you undo the bow on her nightgown. Lowering the front of her nightgown, you expose her full breasts to your horny eyes," whispered Cassandra.

"Oh, my God, Cassandra, I can just see Sophia's big tits," whispered Brett.

"Touching her breasts and feeling her big tits, you finger her nipples before sucking her nipples. Once you start fingering and sucking her nipples, she reaches down to feel your cock. Stay with me Bret. Imagine your future mother feeling your cock. You're naked and she wraps her motherly fingers around your stiff prick while she slowly strokes you. You're future mother-in-law, Sophia, Connie's mother, is giving you, her future son-in-law, a hand job while your fingers touch, feel, and fondle every square inch of her beautiful body," whispered Cassandra.

"Jesus, I can just see her wearing that sexy pink nightgown. I can just imagine myself touching and feeling her in that sexy, sexual way," he said. "I can just feel her stroking my cock.

"Becoming sexually aroused by your kisses and by your touches, she starts breathing heavier. A few sighs escape her beautiful, full lips as you reach your hand down beneath her nightgown and between her legs to see if she's ready for him. Sticking a telltale finger in her pussy, she's wet and unlike her virginal daughter, she's hot to make love to you. She wants to fuck you but first she wants to suck you. You're future mother leans down to take your big cock in her mouth. Sophia is blowing you. Sophia is sucking you," whispered Cassandra.

"Oh, my God. Fuck yeah. That's good Cassandra. I'm getting ready to cum," said Brett.

* * * * *

Suddenly, without a knock but with the passkey in the lock, the door to the Honeymoon suite opened and slammed shut.

"Shit! Someone is here," whispered Brett to Cassandra.

"Brett? Hello? Where are you?" There's a knock on the closet door. "Are you in there? Why are you in the closet?

"Don't you dare hang up this phone Brett. I need to hear what happens," whispered Cassandra in sudden sexual desperation.

In a whoosh, Sophia opened the closet door. She looked at her future son's face before looking down at his hand holding his engorged prick.

"What are you doing? Why are you in the closet? Who are you talking to on the phone?"

"Wait, just allow me to get dressed," he said.

"Don't you dare put your cock away," she said raising her voice. "As if your prick is your lie detector, I'd rather you be vulnerable when answering my questions."

"Wow. That's a good one, a prick as a lie detector," said Cassandra. "Sophia sounds like a real bitch Brett. You have your hands full with this one. Good luck," she said with a laugh.

"Actually, she's really sweet and nice," said Brett.

"Who's with you on the phone?"

"Cassandra," answered Brett.

"Cassandra? Who's she?"

"Hello Sophia," said Cassandra.

"She knows my name? How does she know my name?"

"I've been telling her all about you," said Brett.

"You have?" Sophia split her focused attention from her future son's eyes to stare at his erect prick. "And pray tell, what have you been telling this stranger about me?"

"Oh, boy, here comes the good part," said Cassandra.

"I told her how beautiful you are. I told her how sexy you are. And I told her that you're a real MILF," said Brett.

"A real MILF? What's that?"

"Tell her Brett. Tell her what a MILF is. I bet you she already knows what a MILF is. She's playing you. She just wants to hear you say it," said Cassandra in his ear. "She just wants to hear you say that you'd love to fuck her."

"A MILF is a mother who I'd love to fuck," said Brett making eye contact before staring down at Sophia's big tits. She was showing a lot of cleavage in her attire for the wedding.

"So, you'd love to fuck me, is that it?" Sophia looked at Brett with eyes wide open. "Having sex with my daughter isn't enough for you?"

"Sex? What sex? Your daughter is a cold fish. With her still a virgin, even though we've been dating for more than two years, engaged for a year, and living together for the past view months, we've yet to have sexual intercourse. Once in a while she'll give me hand job. Once in a great while, she'll blow me, as long as I promise not to cum in her mouth," said Brett with sadness.

"Oh, you poor dear," said Sophia. "I'm sorry to confess that she takes after her father. I swear the last time I recall having sex with Ralph was when I conceived Connie 23 years ago. If you think you're sexually frustrated, you can only imagine how horny and how hot to trot I am," said Sophia giving her future son a sexy look.

"You're in like Flynn now Brett. This is your chance. Go for it. By her telling you that she's horny and hot to trot, she practically confessed to you that she wants you," whispered Cassandra.

Before Brett could cross the quasi incestuous line by propositioning his future mother, she crossed the quasi incestuous line by propositioning her future son-in-law. She made solid eye contact before breaking her stare to ogle his exposed prick. There was a long pause between them where they just stared at one another. Brett stared at the exposed tops and long line of cleavage of Sophia's tits while Sophia stared at Brett's engorged prick.

"Is there anything that I can do for you?" In the way she asked her question was sexier than anything that Cassandra has said. She stared at his cock while running a slow tongue across her lips. "Perhaps, if you'd like, I can relieve some of your sexual stress by giving you a hand job. Perhaps you'd like for me to suck you. Being now that we're nearly family, I'd blow you. It's been such a long while since I've had a cock in my hand and in my mouth. And unlike my daughter, I swallow and you may cum in my mouth."

"If you don't mind Sophia, may I take a rain check on the hand job and the blowjob?" 

"Oh, my God, you dope," said Cassandra. "How stupid can you be? No wonder why you don't get laid. No wonder why you're horny and sexually frustrated. A rain check? Are you nuts? You just blew it buddy."

"A rain check? I don't understand," said Sophia looking at her Brett with sad eyes filled with rejection.

"Rather than having you give me a hand job and/or a blowjob, I'd rather make love to you Mom. If you don't mind and if it's okay with you, I'd rather fuck you. I'd rather strip you naked and have my wicked sexual way with you in the way that your daughter never allows me to have my wicked sexual way with her naked body," said Brett.

"Good move Casanova. You have her now," said Cassandra. "Oh, yeah, she's your bitch now."

"Oh, my," said Sophia suddenly looking sexually excited. "Seriously? You want to make love to me?

"Yes," said Brett stepping out of the closet with his cock sticking straight out of his pants.

"You want to fuck me?"

"God yes Sophia. I'd love to fuck you deep and I'd love to fuck you hard," said Brett wrapping his arm around his future mother's slim waist while pressing his exposed cock against her dress.

"You want to strip me naked and have your wicked sexual way with me?"

"Yes," said Brett taking Sophia in his arms and kissing while still holding the phone up to his ear.

As soon as he kissed her, she wrapped her long fingers around his cock. Then, dropping to her knees, she took her future son in her mouth and started sucking him.

"What's happening? Hello? Brett tell me," said Cassandra. "Talk to me. What's going on now?"

"Sophia is blowing me. Connie's mother, my future mother is sucking my cock," said Brett.

"Please don't call me your future mother," said Sophia removing Brett's cock from her mouth long enough to speak. "Call me Sophia."

"Okay, Sophia," said Brett.

She stood to meet her Brett's lips again and kissing him longer with more passion than their first kiss, she kissed in the way that Connie has never kissed him before.

"Oh, my God. This is so romantic. I only wish it was you kissing me. If I was there now, I'd do both you and your mother," said Cassandra willing to say anything to keep Brett on the phone longer while the phone sex charges racked up on his credit card.

"Let's go," said Sophia taking Bret's hand and leading him to the door.

"I can't go. I can't marry your daughter now," said Brett with as much sadness he had for Connie as the sexual excitement that he had for Sophia.

"I know," she said. "Let's go."

"Go? Go where?"

"Your bag is packed, you have the tickets and your passport ready to fly to Mexico, and I always carry my passport with me. We even have a limousine out front. Let's go. I'll take Connie's place as your wife and you take Ralph's place as my husband. Let's run off together and never look back. Let's go," she said pulling him towards the door after he grabbed his bag.

"Oh, my God, that's the happy ending that I would have wanted," said Cassandra swooning.

"Bye Cassandra," said Brett.

"Bye Brett," said Cassandra.

"Bye Cassandra," said Sophia.

"Bye Sophia," said Cassandra.

The End 



Wedding Day Jitters



It was the day of her wedding. All her family had come to see her get married to the man of her dreams. Her friends, all well excited to finally see their promiscuous friend finally settle down. Up in her hotel room she was fixing her dress to set straight, and tidying it a bit. She had sent everyone out of the room so she could get some alone time, before the hour of her aisle walk. 

She admired herself greatly in the mirror. How beautiful she though she looked. Then a knock came upon the door. Cara sighed impatiently with the lack of privacy as she strolled over to the door. She turned the knob, and was ready to deliver a stern talking to, when low and behold stood Lucifer. He was devilishly handsome, and she only recognized him from the pictures he had seen of him online. His name wasn't really Lucifer, but that's what he liked to be called, and Cara had always obeyed that. She had never met him before this point, only thrice monthly conversations about what was happening in their lives, and then straight onto the sex they would one day have after finally meeting. They had spoken for three long years, and now, here he stood, and she couldn't help but think that his pictures did him no justice. 

But wait, this couldn't happen. It was her wedding day.

"Hello, little girl," Lucifer said. 

He had always called her that, in spite of her five foot and two inches of height. It was safe to say he towered her now. She trembled a smile onto her lips, not sure how to handle the events before her. But as it turned out, she didn't have to decide, he simply leaned forward and kissed her. Full and deep, and also demanding that he better not be rejected. Cara obeyed by kissing him back, but he also could sense the fear. He broke from her lips, and smiled at her. 

"Don't worry, we're gonna have alotta fun," he told her gently. 

She bit her lower lip, and thought nothing, for nothing would pop into her head, finally she smiled her nervous smile and whispered quietly, "ok, but please, don't mess up my hair..."

He laughed at her request and nodded in concurrence. He kissed her again, and slowly moved from her mouth down to her shoulders that were left bare by the design of her dress. His hand, brought up slowly, cupped and caressed her right breast through the silk material. His left slid down her back and rested on the small to pull her bottom half onto his own. Cara gasped, and Lucifer smiled. He sat her down in the chair, and lifted the three layers of material around her waist. He then began to dine upon the wetness flooding her pussy. 

Cara found it impossible not to scream. He was so sensual yet rough about it, all the while constantly delivering the message not to disobey him. He then began to kiss his way onto her thigh, and down to her calf. He then moved to her ankle and down to the tips of her toes. He came back up to kiss her again. 

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked her. 

Cara was catching her breath after the multiple orgasm she had received from his tongue alone, and could only nod. He smiled at her flushed face, hand on her thigh which he began to slowly move up towards her pussy. 

"Do you love me?" he asked her.

Cara still panting, and legs quivering, smiled, and nodded her response to him. With the nod, Lucifer thrusted two fingers into her dripping wet pussy. She almost screamed at the shock of it, and threw her head back. Biting her lip feverishly, but also trying not to draw blood. He worked her, and she began to build up another orgasm. But just as she was about to scream it out in pure rapture and ecstasy, he stopped. He pulled her hand away, smearing her juices on her inner thigh. 

She gave him a wounded look, and he smiled at the begging look in her eyes. He stood her, supporting her as she looked ready to crumble.

"What time does your wedding start, my dear?" he asked. 

‘Fuck, the wedding....' Cara thought to herself. 

"In half an hour," she stuttered. He thought for a second. 

And then turned to her, "I should of came sooner, we won't be able to have all the fun I wanted too," he said. "But no worries, I will get my point across!" he added. 

‘Point across?' Cara wondered to herself. 

But could not linger on the thought as he spun her round and bent her over the chair. He pulled the dress round her waist again, to reveal her beautiful shapely bottom. He rubbed it smoothly with his hand, then gave it a little spank. Cara jumped a little, but not much to move from his desired position. 

He began to tease her with the tip of his cock at her opening, and she began to whimper. At one point she began to move her hips slowly down to take him into her, but only got a hard smack on her ass, that sent an electrical shock through her back, and completely stopped her. Her whimpering did continue, begging him for the pleasure he knew he could deliver. 

Cara began to think she would never get what she wanted, when he dove into her, all nine and very thick inches, and began to pump into her. She cried out and grabbed for something but nothing would take hold. At the sight of her clawing, Lucifer offered his hand in her own, and she grabbed onto it and moaned for his cock to be thrusted faster. 

He began to pump her faster and harder, and Cara could of sworn he would break through her cervix at any point. He grabbed her hips for better traction, and only moved faster. Cara screamed at this point from pain and pleasure. She reached between her legs to grab hold of his balls, and massaged them in her hand. 

He let a groan come from his lips, and then pulled out of her, he stood up, and positioned her on her knees in front of him. She looked up at him with questioning eyes. 

"Go ahead little girl," he told her encouragingly. 

She then opened her mouth and began to roll his cock into her mouth, tasting herself all over his shaft. She bobbed her head, and took him as deep down her throat as possible. 

He groaned and moaned, and finally said he was going to cum, and upon hearing that, Cara instinctively went to let go, but he grabbed the sides of face and only fucked her face harder. With one loud grunt he came into her mouth. He looked down at Cara who had a few tears in her eyes. He smiled at her, and pulled his cock from her mouth. She stood to go spit out the cum that welled in her mouth, when he grabbed her arm, and put his hand over her shaded lipstick lips. 

"Swallow it," he told her sternly. 

Her eyes grew huge and begged for some other order, "Now," he told her. 

With a tear falling down her cheek, Cara gulped it all back. 

"Now there's a wedding kiss for your husband," he told her, and left the room. 

Cara spent the next fifteen minutes cleaning herself up, fixing her make up and attaching her veil. She walked down the aisle and said her vows. And at the end, she kissed her husband w/ Lucifer's taste all over her mouth. Lucifer sat and smiled in his seat, and wondered what little surprises he could find for her next.



Wedding Day Nerves



All comments welcome. 

*

"Carol, can you come in and help me please!" Sophie called from the bathroom, struggling with her dress as her bladder felt close to exploding.

Sophie's parents had spent six months planning this wedding, though Sophie had really been preparing for it since she learned what a wedding was. A fortune had been spent on every tiny detail but somehow two days before the ceremony, she still hadn't found the perfect dress. 

Standing in the exclusive wedding dress boutique with her two bridesmaids, Sophie yawned as another dress was brought out. But then she stopped. This one looked right. Could she really have found the right one at last? She tried it on. It fitted perfectly, the train making her look and feel like a princess even if she had to be helped into it by Carol and Nicola. But once it was on, she finally felt ready to get married, even with jittery nerves building in her. 

"You look gorgeous," Carol said, smiling at her warmly.

"You really do," Nicola added.

Sophie looked at herself in the full length mirror and then turned to her two friends. "Do I?"

The morning of the wedding she was again helped into the dress, feeling again transformed from plain old Sophie Edwards to Princess Sophie of Weddingshire!

"Hold on," Sophie began, as they walked downstairs to meet the hair stylist. "I need a pee."

"It'll have to wait," came the imperious voice of her mother standing in the hall. "Julio is not someone you keep waiting. Get down here now Sophie. You can visit the bathroom afterwards."

The voice of her mother was always enough to send Sophie backwards in time, to being a teenager, screamed at for getting second best painting in the art show, a twelve year old being berated for traipsing mud into the house after playing in the woods, even an eight year old receiving a telling off for not finishing her broccoli. Every time her father staying out of it, burying his head behind the newspaper, refusing to get involved. 

Once more she felt herself looking down at the floor, obeying her mother's orders, meekly walking into a pit of vipers, Julio standing tapping his foot by the dressing table. Carol and Nicola seemed to have disappeared and Sophie was seated in front of a mirror, her mother glaring at her from a nearby armchair.

Sophie sat looking at her reflection and suddenly seeming very small. The nerves were beginning to tell and she felt her need to pee growing stronger. It didn't help having to keep perfectly still whilst her hair was wrenched backwards and tugged into unnatural shapes with the help of voluminous quantities of foul smelling hair spray. The corset under the dress was digging into her flesh too, making it difficult for her to breathe.

"How it look you think?" Julio asked, turning to Sophie's mother, not even bothering to address her.

"I will reserve judgement until you are finished Julio."

Sophie felt a twang of pain in her bladder, she shuffled her feet together under the dress, pressing her thighs against each other. She tried scrunching up her bare toes against the thick carpet, using the sensation to distract herself from the building pressure to urinate. 

"Mother, I need to go to the bathroom. Please let me go." Sophie hated this, having to beg for permission for the slightest thing. When she thought about it, that was the real reason for getting married, to try and get away from being treated like a child. 

Her mother sighed but at least she didn't start shouting. Instead she spoke through gritted teeth. "I am paying this man a fortune to make sure you look perfect for your day. This isn't for my benefit. This is all for you. So you will sit there and let him finish."

"But..."

"And please don't ask me again. Or I will get cross."

Julio smiled at her in the mirror. "Nearly done, soon finished," his thick accent mangling his words.

Sophie squeezed her thigh muscles, the way she used to when she was desperate in the past. During dinner parties when she dared not leave the table, dances with mother watching, not wanting to leave the room for fear of being called rude. 

So many times in her life she'd been excruciatingly desperate for the toilet and had survived. Surely this was no different. She knew she could hold it in. It was just this time felt a lot different. The nerves perhaps? Or the fact she'd been unable to go to the toilet since the night before, too many things to do from the moment she woke up. 

Sophie breathed in deeply and held it, feeling her desperation reach panic levels. She bit her lip and wriggled her knees, staring into the mirror and praying for him to finish. Against her will she felt a drop of pee leak out, soaking into her thin lace panties. She almost jumped up then but a single glare from her mother kept her in her seat. 

Finally Julio stood back. "Done," he grinned. 

"What you think?"

Sophie shot to her feet, hardly even looking in the mirror in her urgent need to get out of the room, away from her mother, hide away in the toilet for just a few moments. Julio watched her try and run, the dress working against her, making her stumble. 

"Don't you dare tear that dress," her mother's voice echoed after her as she grabbed hold of the banister and dragged herself upstairs. The bathroom was locked, in use by her little sister as ever. But she had her en suite to fall back on and burst into her bedroom, finding Carol and Nicola on the bed together, locked in a kiss.

Sophie momentarily forgot her need to pee, the shock of seeing her two best friends in a tryst like this was too overwhelming for words. How could she not have known? 

Carol and Nicola shot apart when she appeared, trying their best to act as if nothing had happened. Sophie was about to speak when her bladder screamed at her, she had to get to the toilet, now! She ran past the two of them and into the bathroom.

That was the moment when she noticed the flaw with her dress. It was going to be impossible to pee without either taking it off or with someone helping her. Taking it off would be virtually impossible, thin lace knotwork at the back had pretty much strapped her into it. 

"Carol," she began, shuffling on the spot as the toilet seemed to taunt her and her discomfort. "Can you come in and help me please?"

Carol pushed the door open and walked in, looking embarrassed. "Look, Sophie, about what you saw out there. I should explain."

"In a minute," Sophie interrupted. "I need your help. I'm about to wet myself here."

"Oh right, hang on." Carol picked up the nearest part of the dress and began lifting up lengths of fabric. "Are your legs somewhere under here?" she laughed.

"Don't joke about this. I'm about to pee myself!"

There was a knock on the door. "Not now!" Sophie snapped.

"How dare you talk to me like that? Get out here!" 

"Mother," Sophie replied, pushing Carol away. "I'm so sorry. Hold on."

She found her mother standing, arms folded, that familiar rage in her eyes. Sophie stood squirming on the spot as her mother spent a seemingly endless length of time berating her for not thanking Julio enough. The entire time Sophie felt her bladder screaming for release, aware that the toilet was just a few feet away, waiting for her.

"When you come back downstairs, you had better apologise to him," she said before stomping out of Sophie's room, leaving her to face Nicola and Carol, her lip quivering. 

"Come on," Carol said, "let's get you sorted. "Nicola, I think we might need your help too."

The three of them entered the bathroom as Sophie felt another drop of pee soaking her panties. "Hurry up," she said. "I can feel it coming out."

Nicola and Carol were frantically pulling at the dress, finally finding the bottom and lifting the lengths of fabric, revealing Sophie's legs. More fabric fell back to replace it, leaving her just as covered as before. "Just undo me, quickly." Sophie was wiggling on the spot now, trying to keep it in.

Carol moved behind her and began undoing the back of the dress before tugging at the ribbon holding her corset together. Sophie could only stand there, trying desperately to hold it in as her dress was finally manhandled away, her corset loose enough for her to breathe. Standing there now, a sense of freedom came over her, freedom from her mother, from the upcoming wedding, everything. 

With Carol's help, she was able to remove the corset completely, leaving her only wearing her damp panties. She had run out of time now and pee began to flow from her, dripping from the side of her knickers as she shuffled over to the toilet, squatting down and tugging them aside so a torrent of urine could finally escape her and splash into the water of the porcelain bowl. She sighed happily and found herself crying tears of joy, the feeling of relief was incredible. 

Sophie looked up then, aware that Nicola and Carol were both looking at her intently, watching her pee. She widened her knees unconsciously, pushing her hips forwards slightly, letting them watch the weakening flow of amber liquid until she finally finished. 

"You looked like you needed that," Nicola said after a moment's silence. 

Sophie ignored her, focussed instead on removing her soaking wet knickers. She placed them in the laundry basket and turned back to the dress, looking at it intently. "Do you know what?" she asked.

"What?"

"I think I've just worked out how to be free of my mother forever."

***

The guests in the hall were all assembled by now, quietly talking as they waited. Sophie was late. The groom stood by the registrar, trying not to look nervous. Sophie's mother paced beside him, apologising to the front row of guests. Suddenly the hall doors flew open and everyone turned to look. Sophie stood in the doorway, completely naked. 

Immediately chaos broke out, everyone talking over each other. The ninety year old piano player heard none of that; she just saw the door open. Her frail fingers began playing the familiar wedding march. Sophie ignored the stares, the shouts, the pointing. She walked arm in arm with Nicola on her left and Carol on her right. They walked as rehearsed, down the aisle, coming to a halt at the front. Sophie smiled at her husband to be, his jaw dropping open as he stared back at her firm breasts, her long legs, her light fuzz of pubic hair.

Sophie's mother moved to her side, rictus grin glued to her face as she whispered through gritted teeth. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Get out of here now, you're humiliating me in front of everyone."

"What's the problem mother?" Sophie asked politely, her pert bottom facing the rows of guests.

"If you don't get your dress on right this second, I'm leaving and you'll never see me again."

"Goodbye then."

She watched as her mother turned and marched up the aisle and out of the still open door. Sophie turned to the registrar. "Ready when you are."

The ceremony seemed to pass in a blur; Sophie was too excited to take in much of it. 

She said "I do," and so did he and then they were walking past applauding guests, Sophie feeling eyes on her body as she walked. Most of the guests seemed to be trying hard not to stare at her chest or between her legs but she found she didn't care if they did. For the first time in a very long time, she was actually happy. 

The End - Feel free to give me feedback! 



Wedding Day/Night



NOTE - This is another collaborative effort from Heather and I. This was the first story we wrote together and it was written shortly before our 30th anniversary. 

I wrote my memories first then had the idea to share it with Heather. When she started reading, her memories kicked in. When she started telling me her memories, I told her to add them into the story in the right places. 

I don't remember ever having a conversation with Heather about our wedding night so her memories were a surprise to me. I had no idea how much that first night meant to her. I thought she was so afraid that she just laid back and tried to block out what was happening. 

Enjoy our first story. 

*****

-- NICK -- 

We married on a very cold, windy day. A snow storm had blown through the night before our big day and dumped over a foot of snow. The good news was the storm was long gone when we woke up. The sun was bright, the sky was blue, and the snow left a beautiful white blanket all across the valley and the surrounding mountains. It was a perfectly beautiful day to be married. The cold, windy conditions wreaked havoc on our attempts to get some good wedding pictures however.

Heather and I were married in the morning and our reception was several hours later that evening. Our first home would be about four hours from our wedding and reception hall, so after our ceremony we had no choice but to wait it out at her parent's house. 

Once at the house, we ate a light lunch and mingled with the friends and family who had decided to come by. We were exhausted and decided to go downstairs to my new wife's old bedroom to get a little rest. I really didn't want to get into bed with my new wife without giving her a test drive, but she made it clear that she wanted to wait to consummate our new bond in our honeymoon suite after the reception. As a compromise, she agreed to allow me to strip her down to her birthday suit and I did the same.

-- HEATHER -- 

I didn't go downstairs thinking we were going to do anything but sleep. After we got down there I realized that Nick had other ideas. I was scared. Other than one short instance of light petting (touching my breasts) during our dating, this would be my first sexual experience beyond kissing.

-- NICK -- 

For the next few hours, we lay in her bed exploring each other's bodies. I was the luckiest man on the planet. My new bride had several things to admire. First, she's gorgeous. Second, she's tall and slender with long legs and perfect (for me) smallish breasts. Third, she's now married to me and I am the first person to see her naked aside from her parents and maybe a few girls in the locker room of her high school. My beautiful bride was a virgin. The greatest gift I have ever received. I wish I could say I gave her the same gift. I have very few regrets but this is my biggest to this day.

-- HEATHER -- 

When we got into bed naked I was really freaked out. He started touching me. It felt wonderful to have his hands softly touching my shoulders, arms, and breasts. I lay there and moaned softly, getting used to the feeling of his hands on me. At first I didn't dare touch him back, but after a while I started caressing his hairy chest and stomach.

-- NICK -- 

Looking back, I realize that this is my favorite memory of the day. Because we agreed to wait until later that night to share our most sacred gifts with each other, we could just relax and explore. She was very naïve and was fascinated with my penis and balls. She fondled them softly and carefully so as not to hurt me. I was in love with her magical breasts and spent a lot of time playing with them.

Although I wasn't a virgin, my brief sexual experiences were stupid and clumsy. I knew nothing of the female form. I took my time and explored her vagina, opening the lips for a better view. We both had a lot of questions about each other's bodies and spent a lot of time just talking about what we were learning. There was a lot of giggling and awkwardness but it was so much fun.

-- HEATHER -- 

After a while, Nick's hand inched lower. I stiffened a little and waited. Then he touched me in a place that I had never been touched before. I jumped as he touched me for the first time. He waited, then touched me again. His fingers were very gentle and soft, and soon I relaxed.

I timidly reached for his penis, which, I admit, I had touched only once before our marriage and that was outside through his clothing. It felt warm and stiff. Then I touched his balls. They were cooler and very squishy and hairy. Not what I had expected. My fingers explored while he continued to touch me.

I think I was too freaked out to really feel anything sexual yet. I know he was feeling it though, because he was rock hard. The whole time I was worried my parents or someone would come downstairs and catch us. I guess I didn't feel married yet.

-- NICK -- 

As we lay there exploring each other and making out, we had no clue where we were going or how we were going to get there. All we knew was that we were in love and very excited about a new life and future together. We figured we'd hold on tight to each other and take the plunge. I don't remember if we ever fell asleep or not and soon it was time to get some food and get ready to run to our reception.

For me, the reception was a nightmare. For such a small town where she grew up, there were hundreds of people coming through the line. We stood there for 3 hours just meeting people. If we thought we were exhausted before, now we were nearly dead. The reception couldn't end soon enough but it finally did.

-- HEATHER -- 

I loved the reception. These were my friends and family. It was great to have everyone I loved there to celebrate the happiest day I'd ever had. We stood most of the night, talking to everyone. My legs started to ache, and got worse and worse as the night wore on. I started thinking about the big bathtub at our hotel. I knew I'd want to get in it and soak in the hot water as soon as we got there. That's what I was thinking about all night. I'm sure Nick had other thoughts on his mind.

-- NICK -- 

Free at last, we sprinted back to her parent's house and changed our clothes before driving the 30 minutes to our hotel. Remember that cold, windy day I mentioned? It turned into an even colder, windier night. One thing I've learned about my wife is she's ALWAYS cold. ALWAYS! By the time we arrived at the hotel, she was chilled to the bone which led to ...

I don't know about other men but I have always had my dreams and/or fantasies about my wedding night. Aside from the obvious of sharing our sex with each other, my dreams included my beautiful new bride going into the bathroom, making me wait far too long as she primps and preens, dresses in sexy lingerie, applies the right amount of makeup and perfume before emerging and presenting herself to me so I can undo everything she just did. I anticipated for years "unwrapping" my new gift. Even though we had the afternoon "explore and grope fest", I was still looking forward to seeing Heather in her sexy underthings and then playfully removing them.

The Honeymoon Suite Bathtub

As soon as we were in the room, Heather saw the big bathtub and announced how cold she was. She immediately went over and started the hot water flowing so, after I got my gift "unwrapped", the tub would be ready for her. After she got the water running, she opened her suitcase and removed a frilly looking bag, looked at me, gave me a cute little "you're gonna love this" look, and disappeared into the bathroom closing the door behind her.

"OH, BABY," I was thinking. "This is going to be so great! She's gonna come out of there looking all sexy and I will get to ..."

Suddenly, the door opened. Out like a flash came my butt naked, virgin bride making a dash for the bathtub. I didn't even have time to untie a shoe and there she was naked, in the tub, naked ... WITHOUT ME! NAKED! N.A.K.E.D!

What happened to that sexy "you're gonna love this" look? Where was my gift to "unwrap"? All I could do was stand there with my jaw on the floor. She looked at me and laughed. I wish she would have had a camera to capture the moment. I'm sure I looked like the stupid idiot I usually am. I was speechless.

I couldn't even ask the questions. I really was speechless. I stood there for a moment and then just put my hands up in an "ok, whatever" gesture. Again she laughed at me and said in a very pathetic, judgy voice, "WHAT? I'M FREEZING!"

-- HEATHER -- 

Since I had been dreaming about that big tub of hot water all night, I wasted no time getting there. Right after we got into our big, beautiful room with our suitcases, I headed right over and started the water running in the tub. The tub was right across from our big bed. I grabbed something (I'm not sure what) from my suitcase, then made a bee-line for the bathroom next to the tub. I actually thought it would be fun and sexy to surprise Nick by coming out of the bathroom stark naked.

I'll never forget the look on his face when I opened the door of the bathroom. Unfortunately, I didn't stand there seductively for him to look at his naked bride, but ran, without hesitation, right to the tub and jumped in. He stood there still staring blankly. Finally he undressed that hot bod of his and got in with me.

-- NICK -- 

I have to admit, it was pretty sexy watching her dash to the bathtub. And funny.

I very pathetically removed my clothes, took a quick detour to the bathroom and then joined her in the tub. We continued our explore/grope session from earlier in the day and relaxed letting the events of the week and day melt into the past. Finally, we could relax and fully enjoy each other.

After she warmed up, we were ready for the main event. We dried each other off and moved to the bed. She was nervous. She was told how painful it is for a penis to enter the vagina for the first time. As horny as I was, I knew I needed to go slow, take my time, and make sure she was comfortable with each step.

It was so nice to lay there beside her, kissing her, fondling her cute little breasts, sliding my hand between her legs to rub her sweet little bud and penetrate her a little with my fingers. As nervous as she was, she was very wet and excited. She passionately kissed me back while stroking my penis and enjoying the sensations. Having my penis in her hand was so exciting. I was leaking all over her hands. She was a little disturbed by that.

-- HEATHER -- 

To say I was nervous about sex that night is a huge understatement. I was not only a virgin, I was a very sheltered, naïve virgin. I wasn't completely sure how to even have sex. The whole, unknown process scared me to death.

Maybe the tub was my way of delaying a little, or maybe I needed to relax in the warm water beforehand. But, I love Nick. I trusted him. I knew he wouldn't hurt me. I had felt plenty of sexual desire for him. We had spent plenty of time making out and dry humping (a few times I even had an orgasm). I wanted to have this experience with him. I wanted our bodies to meet. But, I was afraid of the unknown.

-- NICK -- 

I already had a game plan to put her at ease and in the mood. I put my plan into action as I kissed and fondled her, I moved my kisses to her ears and neck. I had her quivering as I nibbled and sucked her earlobes, licked around the edges of her ears, and nibbled and kissed her neck.

I moved a bit further down and lavished her cute little breasts with kisses, nibbles, and licks. She was moaning softly and using her fingernails, on my back and ass.

-- HEATHER -- 

He was so sweet and tender. He knew how I was feeling. He went so slowly, and did the things that would put me at ease. I started to feel my desire rise as he licked and nibbled my breasts, and kissed me all over the upper part of my body. I loved his warm lips on my naked body. I moaned and writhed under him.

-- NICK -- 

After several minutes of attention to her breasts, I made my final push down her stomach, past her pubic mound, and was soon facing her heavenly womanhood. Heather had never heard of oral sex (I told you she's naïve). She wondered what I was doing down there. She had a very puzzled look on her face.

Without any forewarning, I stuck out my tongue and glided it softly over her clit. She jumped and gasped. It scared me a little. I looked up at her wondering if she was upset. What I saw turned me on even more. She was simply looking down at me like a deer caught in the headlights, but with a look of "WOW!"

-- HEATHER -- 

His lips moved from my breasts down toward my vagina. I really knew nothing of oral sex, so I didn't expect what came next. If I thought I'd jumped when he used his hands to touch me down there, I think I practically leaped when his tongue first connected with the warm flesh of my most private parts. I was so surprised that he had done that with his MOUTH!

-- NICK -- 

I lapped at her clit again. Again she gasped and jumped but this time she followed with a quiet little moan.

"You like that?" I asked.

"I think so?" she replied wondering if she was supposed to.

"You want me to stop?" I asked.

"I don't think so," she replied with a sweet little smile forming on her lips.

"Does it feel good?" I asked.

"I think so," she replied, "but we better make sure," she purred.

-- HEATHER -- 

I was a little shocked. I trusted him, so I reluctantly let him continue. He tenderly licked me again, and I started to feel something powerful that I'd never felt.

-- NICK -- 

I slowly continued exploring her womanly folds with my tongue as she relaxed and enjoyed the sensations. She eventually showed her appreciation by reaching down with both hands and holding my head, pulling me in, pushing me away, and guiding me to the right spots. Her moans were heavenly music to my ears. Her taste was manna on my tongue. I licked. I lapped. I sucked. I nibbled. I kissed. Her sweet, wet pussy and clit were on fire and her juices were flowing. Her scent was intoxicating. 

As I lavished attention to her pussy, she began moaning and writing. She lifted her hips to meet my tongue, and ground her pussy into my eager mouth. She started bucking her hips and I continued until she had an intense orgasm. 

I was lying on my stomach with my fully erect cock dry humping the bedding. I was close to orgasm myself.

-- HEATHER -- 

As he continued the pleasure intensified. I couldn't believe how amazing it felt. I don't think it took me very long to have a very big orgasm. I was even more shocked at myself. It was so beautiful and wonderful.

-- NICK -- 

After her orgasm, I knew it was time for the big moment. I moved back up her body slowly, kissing and nibbling her body on my way, again spending a little extra time on her tasty, small breasts.

I moved up so we were face to face and kissed my beautiful wife. She had a look of complete satisfaction on her face. "Uh oh," I thought, "she may be done." My aching member was throbbing and ready. I silently hoped she would answer the next question correctly.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

"I don't know," she replied. My heart sank a little.

"Well, let's give this a shot," I said. "I'll move slowly. If it hurts, let me know and I'll stop until you're okay, and then I'll try a little more."

"Ok," she replied apprehensively.

"Whew!" I thought.

She took my face in her hands, pulled me close to her, looked me in the eyes, kissed me with passion beyond description, and, with tears in her eyes, softly said, "Nicky, sweetie, please, be gentle. I'm afraid."

I could only look back into her moist eyes and smile. I kissed her back with the same passion and said, "I will, baby. I will."

I placed the head of my cock at her vaginal opening as she placed her hands on my hips. I pushed the tip in. She gasped, pushed back on my hips, and told me to stop. I did. She relaxed and I pushed a little more in. She again gasped in pain pushing back on my hips. I stopped and waited. When she relaxed again, I pushed a little more in.

With each small push, she would gasp in pain, push my hips back, and I would stop for a few moments, allowing her to relax so I could proceed. With each thrust and wave of pain, she would also tense her legs which was creating another barrier for me to push against.

Then something amazing happened. I pushed to a point that was very painful to her. She cried out in pain and asked me to stop. I held my position and waited. When the pain subsided, I tried to push again but I could not push any further. She again gasped in pain and asked me to stop. Again, I held my position and waited.

Three times she cried out in pain and asked me to stop. Three times I waited for her pain to subside before trying again to push past this spot. Three times, her pain denied my penetration.

"I don't know if I can do this honey," she said painfully. "Please stop."

With tears running down her beautiful cheeks, she began trying to push me out and off of her. Her tears were breaking my heart. I didn't want to hurt her but knew this was part of our consummation and it would have to happen at some point.

"Heather, baby," I said holding my position inside her, "you knew this would be painful. We're almost there baby. Trust me. I'm being as gentle as I can. Can you trust me?"

She calmed down, stopped pushing me away, looked at me, smiled, and said, "Ok sweetie. I trust you," she replied.

On the fourth push, just as she was beginning to show the "pain face" and began pushing back on my hips, I felt a small "pop" which I recognized as her hymen breaking. When her "cherry popped", her painful face melted away and she let out a huge sigh of relief and enjoyment. Her eyes closed and her head tilted back as a wave of pleasure flowed from her vagina, washing her entire body in cleansing ecstasy. Her hands went from pushing my hips around to to my butt and she started pulling me in.

I actually felt the blood of her broken hymen spread across my penis. It was an amazing sensation that I will never forget. My sweet, beautiful bride had just given me her most precious gift. I vowed to never break the trust she placed in me that night.

-- HEATHER -- 

After we got past the painful part, I'll never forget how it felt to feel him inside me. It was a connection I had never even dreamed of. I loved feeling him on top of me, breathing his warm breath on me as he touched me and slid his hard cock in and out of me. Experiencing it for the first time with my husband was the most precious thing. I felt so grateful that I had waited for him.

-- NICK -- 

With the pain in the past, and her pulling me closer, I was able to slowly push my manhood all the way into her sweet, virgin wetness. She spread her legs wider and allowed me full access and penetration. She was so wonderfully tight, it was wonderfully difficult to pull out, and wonderfully difficult to slide back in. But I managed to back out slowly and then push myself back in to the deepest depths. With each stroke, I could feel the head of my cock touching her cervix. She was completely full as was I. We were becoming "one flesh".

With each outward motion and thrust back in, I could see the joy and fulfillment she was experiencing. It was right then I realized that this would be my life mission; to see that face on my beautiful wife each time we made love for the rest of our lives. I am usually very cognizant of Heather's enjoyment when we make love.

We started slow and steady. As we both began to relax and enjoy the sensations, we increased the pace and soon we were rocking the headboard against the wall. She had an orgasm which pushed me over the edge. I unloaded my seed into her soul and she accepted every drop.

We slowed the pace, kissed deeply and passionately, reveling in our new bond. We became "one flesh" and enjoyed the beautiful gift God had given us. The best part was that I was young and virile. Although I had just had an incredible orgasm, I remained hard and was able to continue. God certainly knew what he was doing when he created these sexy amusement parks. We bought the tickets and could now enjoy all the rides.




Wedding Day/Night



Time slipped by with no meaning. All we had was love for each other. We had no worries, no cares, nothing but our naked bodies to worship and pleasure. We made love for a long while. Being on top, I could control the tempo while looking her in the eyes. She was the most beautiful bride a man could ask for.

She sucked my kisses, spread her legs as wide as possible and pulled at my butt trying to increase the depth of my thrusts. My pelvis slammed against her clit with each inward thrust. We were moaning in pure orgasmic ecstasy. She had several orgasms and I had three before my penis went flaccid. We kissed and cuddled until we both fell into a deep, blissful sleep as we spooned each other. We slept for maybe an hour.

-- HEATHER -- 

I was lost in his manhood. He was so strong, so manly, and ... so big inside me. I shuddered and gasped as he slid his manhood in and out of me in long, sensuous, loving strokes. I felt so full, so complete. Nick, the man of my dreams, was inside me, giving me pleasure I never imagined possible. I had another orgasm and as I did so, I felt Nick's muscles tighten and then felt a warm flow of his cum as it filled my virgin pussy. I couldn't believe my intense feelings just became more intense as we both climaxed together.

I was in love. I was shaking and quivering with Nick's hard cock inside me. He didn't stop after his orgasm. He continued sliding in and out of my insatiable pussy. I could feel his cum leaking out and running down the crack of my ass. 15 minutes earlier and this would have grossed me out. At this point, it made me hotter and I wanted more. And I got more. Two more times Nicky came inside me, filling me up with his love.

He collapsed on me, panting and shaking. We were sweating and a total mess. I've never seen him more handsome than while lying on top of me, sweat pouring off his face and dripping on me, his throbbing cock losing it's hardness and his sweet cum inside me. I knew this is the man that would always be there for me and I would always know I made the right choice.

After several minutes of catching our breath, kissing and groping, Nick rolled off and cuddled up behind me. He rubbed my entire body and fondled my breasts. We fell into a very sweet sleep.

I woke up feeling his hardness in my butt crack. He was lightly humping me but I could tell he was still asleep. I started rocking back, enjoying his hardness and the moans that were softly emanating from his mouth. I rocked his penis for about five minutes before I felt him stir. He reached out and began stroking my back. As soon as he moved, I rolled over on top of him, grabbed his shaft and guided it in to my hungry pussy. I wanted more of his manly cum in me and I was going to get it.

-- NICK -- 

I was awakened by her soft moaning sounds and by the feeling of her ass rubbing against my now hard again cock. She rolled on top of me and placed my love at her entrance, slipped my rock hard cock inside her sweet pussy and eased herself down to engulf my entire shaft. 

We made sweet love again. I enjoyed her sitting on me. I held her hips giving me leverage to pull her down harder, rubbing her clit on my pelvic bone. She sat up giving me a view and access to her perfect small titties. I loved playing with them as she rode my hardness slowly, up and down, forward and back, grinding on my pelvis to stimulate her clit.

We made love slower and more tender, without all the urgency of our first time. We took our time and enjoyed the sensations of making love as a beautiful married couple. Our union was blessed by God and we were blessed to have found each other.

After we climaxed again, Heather lay on top of me as I held her in my arms. She laid her head on my chest and we again fell into a deep, blissful sleep. This time, we slept the sleep of the contented. When we awakened in the morning, we made love again, and again. We didn't leave the room that day. We loved. We explored. We cherished. We partook. We became one flesh, over and over again. We have been one flesh since.

I am the luckiest man in the world. Over 30 years later and we can still sleep wrapped around each other in blissful contentment. I am blessed beyond measure that I married my best friend, my lover, and my eternal companion.



Wedding Day Redux



I had been married for nine months now. I knew I had made a big mistake. I had sex with my Dad before and after the marriage ceremony. I wanted my Dad much more than my husband. One night, my husband Mark wanted to get me into bed for sex. I told him I wasn't interested.

"What's the matter with you lately?" he asked me.

He had caught me in a moment of truth.

"I want out of the marriage," I told him.

Mark's jaw dropped when I said this.

"Why did you marry me in the first place?"

"It was for the money," I said.

I wanted a husband who had a good job so I wouldn't have to struggle my whole life. It was true, I had a career, but two good incomes were better than one. The steam practically rolled out of Mark's ears. He pushed me onto the bed and started ripping my clothes off. For some strange reason I let him do it. Better to get this nonsense over for good. Before you knew it we were both naked. I looked down at Mark's cock. It wasn't very big, to be honest.

He got on top of me and pushed his cock inside me. I just laid there as he huffed and puffed trying to get me excited. Unfortunately for him I was through faking it. He probably went a whole ten minutes before he came inside me. After he got soft it sort of hit him. He had forced me to have sex and I just took it until he was done. I eventually got up from the bed and went into the bathroom. I pushed his spunk out and got cleaned up. When I came out Mark was waiting for me.

"I am so sorry for what I did."

It didn't matter anymore. I hope he enjoyed that last fuck. I gathered up some belonging and I told him he would get the divorce papers in due course. I spent the next few days in a motel room. I called my Dad and told him it was over between Mark and myself.

"What are you going to do?" He asked.

"I want you Daddy, I want to be with you."

My dad had been thinking the same thing. His marriage to my mother was a sham. She had her friends and he had his. They hadn't made love in nearly two years, he told me. He had to have me again, he said. It ended up my Dad dropped the divorce bomb on my mother. He told her he wanted out and they could split everything 50-50. Evidently my mother practically went into shock. She asked my Dad how he could do this to her. What would she do?

My Dad told her she could start over fresh and be with her friends whenever she wanted to. My Dad moved out and found himself a small apartment for the meantime. We were both waiting for the divorce papers when I drove home one weekend. My Dad met me at the door of his apartment. He took me in his arms and we had a passionate kiss. It only took a few minutes until we were on his bed. I had been waiting for this for such a long time.

We didn't need to sneak around anymore. My Dad stripped me down and used his long tongue to lick ever inch of my body. He particularly went all over my pussy. I felt his tongue all over my folds and my clit. When he finally got me worked up he fed me that long cock of his. My Dad had to be at least eight inches in length and he knew how to use it. He boosted my legs up over his shoulders and pushed them to my chest. 

He slid the flat part of his cock across my opening. He did that until I could barely stand it. He positioned his mushroom and pushed in the whole way. I started to scream my bloody head off. I wasn't pretending like I did with my husband. He rammed me with every hard inch and I took him with my pussy. I squeezed him hard with my pussy muscles and my Daddy made me all his. I loved the feel of his thick sausage rubbing my pussy walls. I lost count how many time he made me cum.

We had to have fucked well over an hour before my Dad exploded inside me. He had a large deposit stored up and he gave me every drop. My body shook and he kept feeding me his cock. I felt full from all that hot cream inside me now. When my Dad did pull out our juices spilled out onto the bed. I just closed my eyes and tried to compose myself. I knew I wasn't going to miss my husband Mark anytime soon.

Most of that weekend was spent in bed. My Dad took me in every position conceivable. I mounted him and rode his cock. He had me get on all fours and he took me from behind. My Dad must have been hitting the right spot as his cock was driving me over the edge that way. That was when I got a surprise. My Dad pulled out and I felt his cock head at my ass. I screamed as he split my ass open with that thick monster of his. 

If I though his cock felt big in my pussy, this was something altogether different. He alternated feeding my ass and then my pussy. I eventually was able to take that cock in my ass without screaming. I wanted my Dad to use me and he did. I was off the birth control pills and I thought of how my Dad might impregnate me now. I know what you are thinking, but I wanted a baby with my father.

We did discuss it together that weekend. All my Dad said was that he preferred to fuck with his bare cock, it felt so much better that way. I wanted his bare cock as well. Feeling that monster stretching my pussy, well, there is nothing like it in my book. 

That weekend felt so short. I told my Dad we need to make plans in order to be together. Nothing is set in stone yet, but we figured we might have to move away. It was too chancy to live where people might know us. We are going to spend as much time together until we can make that day happen. I now know that my Daddy will be fucking me for the rest of my life.



Wedding Day Revenge



It was Hank's buddy's wedding day. Most of them couldn't understand why Craig was getting married so soon and especially to a bitchy, judgmental, materialistic, and controlling bitch like Jessica. Sure, she was nice to your face, but as soon as you turn around, she'd stab you with a poisonous dagger and twist. She had very few friends, hated his family, and hated her family as well. She's Asian with long shoulder length hair, nice full blow job lips like Angelina Jolie, a full 34-35B cup, and ass that stuck out. If she wasn't such a bitch, Hank and his buddies would have been hot for her, but her attitude was a major turn off. 

The previous night, Jessica and her bridal party spent the night at New York's most luxurious hotel's honeymoon suite getting ready for her wedding day. Hank and two other buddies had promised to get to the hotel early to help out. During the cab ride, they joked they should stop the wedding or even kidnap Craig so he'd miss the wedding. Even the cab driver was willing to help. Since Craig was one of Hank's close buddies, he was willing to wake up early and lend them a hand. However, Hank's real intent was to try to hook up with Jessica's hot best friend and maid of honor, Ashley. She was also Asian with sexy smoky eyes, long hair with brown highlight streaks, curvy hourglass body with a great "fuck me from behind" ass. 36C cup and a light tan that set off her silky legs. 

When Hank and the fellas arrived, Craig met up with them in the lobby and took the elevator up to the honeymoon suite where the girls were getting ready. The hairdressers and make up artists were fast at work. Jessica was ecstatic and seemed appreciative that the guys showed up early to help, but it didn't take long for her to start criticizing and barking orders at them. While they help direct the hotel workers set up the wedding and banquet halls, Jessica constantly called their cellphones to remind them of every detail. 

Ashley came down to check things out and to take a break from Jessica's motor mouth. Her hair and make up was done and it made those lips glisten begging for a hard thick cock to suck on. Even though she had not put on her maid of honor dress yet, she still looked hot wearing sweat pants and dress shirt. She was frustrated and annoyed by Jessica's yapping, but she tolerated it since it was her wedding day. But she was also annoyed because she and her jackass boyfriend were constantly arguing. And to make matters worse, he was nowhere to be found since he had promised to help out too. Hank tried his best to comfort and flirt with her at the same time. He was able to get a few laughs out of her and noticed her nipples hardened and stuck out through her thin bra and tight dress shirt. Then, they were interrupted by Jessica calling Ashley to come back up. Ashley rolled her eyes, thanked Hank for making her feel better, and went back up. 

People began to arrive. Family members were asked to go to the suite to take pre-wedding pictures with the bride and groom. But, their friends and acquaintances also tagged along and got in. It was getting out of control with people streaming in and out of the room. Eventually, the honeymoon suite overran, so Jessica told them to get rid of everybody so they could get ready for the ceremony. 

As the living room began to clear out, Hank went into the newlywed bedroom to politely tell Jessica's cousins to leave the suite since the ceremony was starting soon. As they left the room, they inform him someone is in the bathroom too. All the girls' luggages and clothes scattered the entire room. Being a panty lover, he quickly scanned the room for panties or bras but none was in sight. As he made his way to the master bathroom, he knocked on the wall to announce his presence since there was no door for the master bathroom. Only a long mirrored hallway separated the bathroom and bedroom. he knocked again as he got down midway in the hallway and said outloud, "The wedding is about to start, so you need to go down and take your seat." 

"The wedding isn't going to start without me. I'm the maid of honor!" jokingly replied Ashley who appeared from around the corner. She was flustered and upset after another argument with her boyfriend who spent the entire time at the hotel bar. Hank consoled her as quickly and as best as he could. He joked that Jessica will snatch off her head if she ruined her makeup with tears. And there will be a high heel stuck in the dress of her ass too. She laughed out loud and straightened herself up. Hank informed her that her strapless dress zipper was slipping down, so she asked him to fix it. As he zipped her up, he saw her reflection in the mirror as she adjusts her bountiful breasts. He desperately wanted to unzip her dress down to get a full view. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and walked through the mirrored hallway. Even thought it was covered by the lavender dress, Hank watched intensely how her nice firm ass bounced as she walked. It looked especially hot with so many reflections of it on the mirrored hallway. 

The wedding ceremony, reception, and banquet went on without a hitch as the fellas walked around to help out and taking pictures for the newlyweds. Craig informed them to keep an eye on Ashley's jackass boyfriend because he was taking full advantage of the open bar, getting wasted, and causing a scene. He and Ashley continued to argue on the side. Eventually, one of Craig's buddies diffused the situation by luring him outside for a smoke. Ashley was furious and upset, so she stormed off. Craig and Jessica asked Hank to follow her and make sure she's ok since they couldn't leave their own wedding party. 

Hank caught up with Ashley by the elevator and consoled her with jokes and showing her pictures from his digital camera. She opened up and told him about how her boyfriend is such an embarrassment for being a loser drunk and she caught him hitting on the bartender and waitresses. After a comforting chat and few more jokes, she was feeling better but still slightly bitter. She gave him a kiss on the cheek to thank him, but he leaned in and they started kissing on the lips which turned into a heavy make out session. 

They were completely exposed sitting by the elevator. Hank knew of a storage room a few floors down where they could be alone. Inside the elevator, they were furiously making out and groping each other. It was even more exciting knowing that the elevator security camera was watching and recording. As they got off the elevator, they found the storage room that was ironically storage for alcohol. Ashley found it ironic too and sarcastically said her alcoholic boyfriend would love being in here. It also made her more pissed off and aggressive. She pulled him to her against the wall and practically knocked out his teeth as they were making out and was humping his hand as it made his way into her dress. 

He pulled and bunched up the front of her bride's maid dress. Her silk lacy purple thong was hot and completely soaked and dripping. Even her inner thigh was slick with from her pussy juice! As he pulled on her thong, she let out a loud yelp and he stuck his fingers on her cleanly shaven juicy pussy. She unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. She rubbed her wet pussy and used the juices to lube his throbbing cock. He had pulled down her strapless dress and pushup bra to unleash her firm and creamy natural 36C tits. Her nipples were brownish red with hard eraser nipples. As he sucked, licked, and bit on her tits, his hand continued a vicious finger assault on her raging hot pussy which her pussy juice ran down her tanned legs and high heels. She was loudly moaning and yelping, humping away on his hand and nearing an incredible orgasm. Her body suddenly shuddered and she bit down on his shoulder to muffle her screaming orgasm. Hot pussy juice exploded and drenched his hand and dripped down her legs. 

Still holding his throbbing cock, she gasped for air and gave him a deep kiss. As she undid his belt and dropped his pants, she looked into his eyes and gave him a sly smile knowing how to finish him. Maintaining eye contact, she lowered herself onto her knees and licked the sensitive tip of his hard cock. He took a deep breath and let out a groan. Her hot wet tongue was teasing the tip of his hard cock. She could tell from his eyes that there wasn't much time before he erupts, so she engulfed as much of his hard cock as she could. Her head was bobbing fast and sucking and slurping hard. He wanted to push her head to make her suck deeper but her fixed up hair couldn't be messed up. She took out his cock and slapped it on her face; telling him to cum in her mouth so her boyfriend can taste Hank when he kisses her later. She went back to sucking hard and fast to spite her boyfriend. Hank was so turned on that he barely had enough time to warn her of the cum blast. He let out a long groan and spurting his hot creamy cum down her throat and onto her hot wet tongue. She swallowed as much and as fast as she could but some had dribbled out to her lips and chin and onto her tits. She didn't care since she wanted her jackass boyfriend to taste that she's been sucking someone's cock instead of his. She wiped off the excess cum swallowing it back into her mouth.

Ashley was still stroking his cock milking it for more cum, and to her surprise, Hank's cock remain hard. He told her to stand up, pinned her against the wall, pulled up her maid of honor dress, and pulled aside her wet lacy purple silk thong revealing her shaved smooth dripping wet pussy.

He then told her, "Tell me what you want me to do."

She gasped, "I want you to fuck me!"

"Say it again!"

"I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME! He's not getting any sex from me tonight so come fuck me!"

Hank took his cock and rubbed it up and down her wet pussy slit as she begged for him to hurry up. She let out a deep groan as it entered into her tight hot wet pussy. He rammed into her as she thrust herself into him along a good pace. Her cellphone suddenly rang, but they ignored it. They were in too much heat and lust to bother with the phone. Then, it rang again and pissed her off. From the ring tone, she knew it was her jackass boyfriend. 

As her phone rang, she became more aggressive, slamming her pussy into his cock. Hank grabbed onto her ass to keep up with the pace. As they were fucking hard moaning and groaning, her phone started ringing again but this time it was Jessica's ringtone. She answered the phone but they continued fucking trying to hurry and cum. she did her best to maintain composure during the conversation but a few low moans would slip out. Hank found it erotic to be fucking her during a phone conversation, so he continued to pound her harder. Her head and eyes rolled back and she slipped a finger into her mouth to suck and prevent from moaning out loud. Jessica was asking for her whereabouts and said they'll be cutting the wedding cake and having their first dance soon, so Ashley needed to get back. She also informed her that her drunk boyfriend is looking for her too. This only upset her more, so she hung up and slammed into Hank full thrust and then suddenly pulled out and dropped back down her dress.

With a raging hard cock coated with her hot pussy juice ready to erupt, Hank was confused and in desperate need of release. To his sudden shock, she turned around, hiked up her dress, bent over showing that round firm ass still wearing the completely drenched purple thong, and told him, "Fuck me in my ass! He's been wanting to fuck my ass. Fuck him! It's all yours tonight. Fuck me in the ass!" His eyes widened she swayed her ass to him. He pulled her soaking thong down her legs glistening of pussy juice, and she stepped one foot out of it and spread her legs giving him better access. She bent over on some boxes of bottled water and the view was just heavenly. Long pussy juice covered legs in stiletto heels and a gorgeous round firm ass begging to be rammed.


With his already hard cock slicked with her pussy juice, he slowly edged in the tip to her tight dark opening. She inhaled deeply and braced herself for the entry. He pushed forward as she pushed back eagerly wanting more and letting out a loud yelp when he popped the cockhead in. she growled and groaned as he slowly eased his pussy juice slicked cock halfway into her tight ass. She braced herself and eased in and out against his cock trying to loosen up. He grabbed onto to hips and started fucking into her ass as she rubbed her sopping wet pussy trying to hurry and cum. The slapping sound of her ass getting pounded and their moaning and groaning echoed the room. Anyone walking by could hear, but they didn't care. He maneuvered one hand to rub and finger her wet pussy.

Ashley groaned, "OH FUCK! I'm going to cum! Fuck! I'M GOING TO CUM!"

"Not yet baby. Fuck! Wait for me-"

"Uh-UHH! oh fuck!! I can't stop! Fuck! Fuck! Oh god! UH! OH GAWD! I'M CU-UMMING! AAAHHH-!!"

Hank's hand felt a flood of hot pussy juice flowing out of her pussy. It was a huge orgasm. He still had his cock buried in her ass and continued fucking her trying to hurry and cum too, but his earlier orgasm down her mouth prevented him from spurting off another load with her. She continued groaning while getting buttfucked and still riding out her orgasm. He took his cum covered hand from her dripping pussy and covered her mouth to quiet her down. She licked and sucked his fingers licking off her own juice which caused him to start to cum. 

Her phone started ringing again, but they were preoccupied and her ass being slapped against his body drowned the ringing. Bent over on her body one hand grabbing onto her tits, he groaned into her ear that he was cumming. Still sucking on his cummy fingers with his other hand, she moaned for him to cum in her ass. He groaned loudly as he began spurting deep into her ass. She felt his hot cum penetrating deep into her and then told him to pull out and cum all over her ass too. After a few more pumps into her ass, he pulled out quickly making a popping sound and causing her to yelp. Spurts and gooey strands of his hot creamy cum smeared her firm tan ass. They both panted heavily and tried to quickly recover because they needed to hurry back to the wedding party. 

They kissed deeply. It didn't cross his mind that he was probably getting a small taste his own cum in her mouth. Then, she wiped off some of the cum on her ass and tits and licked it off with her tongue and lips. As she began tugging up her soaked thong, her legs were still glistening wet with their combined sex juice. He wanted her thong as a souvenir, but she needed it for the rest of the night. With his silk pocket square handkerchief, he wiped off some of the juices to clean her up and as a reminder of this fun night. She lifted her legs to give him better access, so he also pushed the pocket square into her pussy causing her to gasp and telling him to stop because they need to go. They got dressed and straighten up as best as they could. 

They got onto the elevator going back to the banquet hall level. Hank groped her ass one last time. Ashley said the inside of her dress felt damp and cum stained. She didn't care because she also felt annoyed by Jessica's annoying demands, so this was a way of getting back at her too. And she couldn't wait to kiss her boyfriend with the taste of Hank's cum in her mouth and lips. She apologized for not being able to kiss and thank him, but he laughed and understood with amusement. He was dying to see that happen anyway. She promised to find Hank later and maybe christen the newlywed's wedding bed. The elevator doors opened, and she ducked into the bathroom to fix herself up. He slipped back into the party and grabbed a drink while keeping a look out for "the kiss". 

Ashley blended back into the banquet hall along with some girls from the restroom. He thought she was glowing from their hot fucking session. She looked around the room and made eye contact with Hank as he wink and grinned at her. She smiled back, found, and talked to Jessica and Craig. Her boyfriend staggered towards her and gave her a kiss on the lips. He was probably too drunk and reeking of alcohol to even notice the tangy cummy taste on her lips. She smiled and bit her lower lips towards Hank's direction which caused his cock to stir again. Craig then found Hank and the fellas to ask them to bring all the wedding gifts to the honeymoon suite. Soon, it was panty time . . . 

(to be continued)



Wedding Day Revenge



I couldn't believe that I was watching them get married. My best friend, the love of my life was marrying another woman and here I was watching it all happen and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Our situation was a complicated one, we were best friends all our life and eventually our friendship blossomed into something more. The problem however was he had a girlfriend. I hated her so much because not only was she in Michael's life but he would constantly complain to me about her. She was always arguing with him and putting him down. She never wanted to have sex with him either and that frustrated him to no end. However even though I was just his mistress we ended up falling in love. We were there for each other through so many trials and tribulations that we could never imagine life without the other. 

One day while we were having sex his phone accidentally dialed Kate's number and she heard everything. She heard me screaming his name, begging him to fuck me harder, she heard him telling me that he loved how wet my pussy got for him and she heard when we both climaxed. She hung up and then called him back letting him know what she heard. He got up and ran outside telling her how sorry he was for cheating on her. He left without even saying goodbye to me. I was so angry that even though she treated him so badly and refused to have sex with him, he still ran to her every time she called, like a little puppy dog.

I received a call from Kate telling me that she understood that we are really close friends and he told her he valued my friendship so much that he didn't want to lose it. He explained to her everything we went through and promised her that we would keep our friendship platonic. So she wanted to personally tell me that even though she's letting him remain friends with me, she's going to keep an eye on me to make sure nothing happens. She told me:

"He chose me and we're getting married so if you think because he cheated on me with you that you're important, you're highly mistaken. You better be thankful that I'm even letting you stay in his life. But everything is on my terms now. Piss me off and you're done."

I was taken aback by what she said because Kate always looked so soft spoken. I didn't think she had it in her to be a bitch. I was annoyed and ready to fire back at her but I decided to keep my cool. I'll get her back one day, I thought. So in an effort to avoid any drama I said "I understand and trust me I have no intention of pissing you off or offending you" 

That was six months ago and here we are today at their wedding. Every so often Kate would look over at me with a smirk on her face. I could almost hear her thoughts saying "Ha-ha I win, you're all alone and here I am marrying the love of your life" The longer I sat there the more I got angry, I was just praying for it to be over.

Finally the wedding was over and we were at the reception. I was only there to support Michael but I wanted to leave so badly that I decided to tell him that I started feeling very ill so I was going to leave. I spotted him across the room, Kate was nowhere close by. I went up to him but before I could tell him I wasn't feeling good he told me he really wanted to talk to me. He asked me to meet him outside by the Gazebo in five minutes. I agreed and walked away. While I was waiting for him I was so anxious wondering what he could possibly want to talk to me about that was so important it couldn't wait. When he got there he gave me a big hug and it almost killed me inside because I loved his hugs so much.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" I asked

"I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciate you and even though I'm married now you'll always be someone I know I could always depend on" he replied looking into my eyes.

"I feel the same way Michael, you're my best friend and I never want to lose you"

He looked away and said "I know, but that's what's going to make this so difficult for me to say. Kate told me last night that she changed her mind and decided that she doesn't want us to be friends after all. She told me to end our friendship"

"And you agreed to do it?!" I yelled my eyes blazing with anger. "How could you, after everything we've been through you're just going to walk away from it?" I couldn't believe that Kate really won because without me in his life she won't have anything to worry about. 

"I had no choice, she's my wife but anyway, I'm sorry but that's just the way it has to be. Now I got to go, she told me I get five minutes to tell you and if I'm not back she's coming to tell you herself."

I stood in utter shock for a second and then an idea came to me. I figured out a way to get back at both of them and have the last laugh. 

I called out to him and told him "I understand that your priorities lie with Kate now and I can respect that and leave but before I go can I please get one more kiss?" 

He leaned in and kissed me. It was the most passionate kiss we've ever shared. I pulled him closer to me so our bodies were touching. My hand moved from his face down to his chest then even further until I reached his dick. He pulled away from me and told me to stop, it's his wedding day and he can't do that. I told him to relax; this was the last time we were going to see each other so let's take a walk down memory lane. He was hesitant but I walked up to him and grabbed his belt, I unbuckled it and unzipped his pants, his huge dick flopped out of his pants.

"Mmmm" I said as I licked the tip "I missed this so much" I licked his shaft up and down slowly relishing every minute of it. I wrapped my lips around his dick and sucked hungrily. He grabbed my head and started fucking my mouth. He was so hard now and my pussy was wet and I wanted him to fuck me now. He let go of my head and I pulled him out of my mouth.

He squeezed my boobs and started sucking my nipples as I moaned in pleasure. I turned around and bent over, without hesitation he pushed his penis inside my sopping wet pussy. He felt so good sliding in, I moaned loudly. He grabbed my hair and began slamming his dick deep inside me. I was moaning so loudly but I didn't care if anyone heard me. It felt good and I didn't want it to end. I clenched and unclenched my pussy muscles which made him cry out in pleasure. I felt him getting harder the longer we fucked. I felt a wave of pleasure sweep over me. I was going to cum. 

"Fuck me harder, don't stop I'm cumming" I groaned. 

Michael kept pounding me, like an animal, harder and harder until I exploded with pleasure. I screamed and shook as the orgasm ripped through me. Just then I felt Michael tense up.

'Oh God babe, I'm gonna cum!" 

"Your dick feels so good baby, I want you to cum deep inside my pussy, cum for me baby" I urged.

He groaned as he ejaculated deep inside my pussy. He was breathing hard and he felt as though his legs were buckling but he didn't want to pull out. He wanted to feel my wet hot pussy on his dick as long as he could. Suddenly we heard a noise and looked up, it was Kate. 

She thought he was taking long to come back and decided to look for him. She never expected to see her husband fucking his best friend and her worst enemy. The look on her face of shock, hurt and anger was exactly what I wanted to see. I wanted her to hurt the same way I did when I realized I was losing my best friend. 

I walked over to her and whispered

"Just so you know this was to show you that no matter what you do, he'll always come back to me. How does it feel to see him fucking me on your wedding day? Sucks, I'm sure"

I walked away leaving her crying in her wedding dress and him begging for forgiveness. Now I was the one with the smirk on my face.



Wedding Day Seduction



At fifty-one life has brought many things to experience, joy at the birth of my children, happiness and tribulation through their growing years, and a certain amount of sadness when my not so little girls are ready for that long walk down the aisle. This will be the second time I have made that walk, and I strive to be happy with and for them, looking at it as a new beginning in their lives rather than a loss in mine. Yes, my girls have me quite wrapped around their fingers, but at the same time I have learned how to let them go a little at a time so that when this day comes I can share the happiness with them. 

Christy was no exception to this plan. Little by little I let her gain her independence, moving out to go to college, moving to another state for her new job, and yes, finding that perfect man. Mark seemed like a nice guy that cared a lot about her, but in many ways you can tell a lot more about a future husband by meeting his parents and seeing how they interact. There is certainly truth in the statement "like father like son." To that end it was a pleasure for me to get to spend some time with the future groom's parents a few months before the wedding. A beach vacation at the gulf coast seemed to be a good environment to relax and get to know each other. 

Pleasantly, his parents hit it off well with my wife and myself, enjoying the warm waters and what proved to be good company. It put us at ease with both my daughter's future husband and with her news, which would be living much closer to her than we were. Not only were they fun to be with, but Mark's mother was a pretty good looking woman. 

Yes, I know, I am known to be a horrible flirt. But in this instance, I did my level best to keep my horns tucked in, especially around my wife. Admittedly, I did respond to some of what I felt were her flirts when my wife wasn't around, after all, she was a good looking woman for fifty. I certainly had no expectations of anything happening, but a little flirt here and there is fun and pretty harmless. I enjoyed her compliments to how I looked in my swim suit and actually blushed when she wondered aloud how I would look out of it, not that I wasn't thinking the same thing about her somewhat conservative one piece suit. Her hips were round and full, her waist surprisingly thin and her chest, well let's just say that a bikini would have had its hands full trying to contain her. Whether wearing her swim suit, or a tank top, she managed to fill it out very well. 

The last night we were there we went to a bit more formal dinner location, forcing me to break out my sport coat and my wife a nice skirt suit. I almost fell over though when Sara met us in the lobby of the hotel in a satiny backless dress that screamed "sexy" at me, her unbridled breasts wiggling enticingly with each step. I was actually glad I was wearing the sport coat to try to cover the sudden bulge in my pants. All through dinner it was a struggle not to stare at her chest, although the way she moved and leaned made her wiggle with what I was pretty sure was an intentional display. After dinner, we said our goodnights and I received a hug from her that pressed her tits into my chest so hard that even through my sport coat I could feel the hardness of her nipples. What was more, the accidental brush of the back of her hand across my crotch was definitely not accidental, and she left me with a lot to think about over the next couple months.

I wasn't surprised at all when they offered to pick us up from the airport two days before the wedding. After hours of flying and sitting in airports, I was understandably tired, but when she walked up and hugged me, pushing her tits into my chest and giving me a warm kiss on the cheek, I couldn't help but feel a whole lot better. My wife and Sara sat in the back seat of the car while I chatted with Dave in the front. He seemed to be either ignoring or oblivious to her obvious flirtations toward me. In many ways I wasn't sure what to think of her behavior, or his. In the end I did my best to keep my horns tucked in unless I was alone with Sara, which wasn't too often over the next day.

We were all staying in the same hotel and surprisingly had neighboring rooms. After dropping our bags and freshening up a little we headed to dinner with them in the hotel restaurant. We all wore casual attire, so there were no wiggling breasts to stare at this time. On several occasions I did feel Sara's foot against my leg as she sat across the table from me. At first I thought it was just my long legs getting in the way, but after intentionally moving them to a different place, her foot once again found my leg, stroking her bare foot up and down my ankle inside the leg of my pants.

I let her know I felt it with a smile, and she continued more boldly throughout dinner. After dinner we adjourned to their suite to play some cards to pass the time. As with our trip to the shore, they proved to be fun, and surprisingly good card players, beating my wife and I handily at spades. Given the length of the day, we soon made our excuses and headed off to bed. 

Once in bed my wife gave me the third degree about how Sara was flirting with me all night, to which I simply replied that I hadn't noticed. After a somewhat dubious retort, she rolled over and went to sleep. It wasn't exactly how I had hoped the evening would end, but then it had been a long day and I was soon asleep myself.

The next day was rehearsal day. The groom and his father chose to go gulfing to kill the day, and my wife, along with the bride and all the girls were off for nail appointments and such. My plans were to curl up with a good book and just kill time till I had to pick up tuxes from the place down the street. I headed down for some breakfast and ran in to Sara sitting in the restaurant.

"Come join me, please!" She called when she saw me. 

"My pleasure." I said as I slipped into the seat across from her. "How are you this morning?"

"I'm doing quite fine. Did you sleep well?"

"Not too bad. It's amazing how tired you can get just sitting around airports." I answered as the waitress set a menu down for me and waited for me to order eggs and bacon.

"Flying always makes me tired too. I suppose you have a full day to day as well, huh?" She asked as she took a scoop of eggs from her plate.

"No, actually, I don't have anything to do almost all day. I have to pick up tuxes at eleven and then rehearsal at four. Other than that, I don't really have much to do."

"Well, I don't have much to do either, so maybe we can do not much together for a while." She said in a low sexy voice.

I was momentarily taken aback. While she had flirted with me pretty hard, this could be construed as an open invitation. I let my mind mull it over a few moments, her dark green eyes staring at me as if trying to prompt an answer. "I don't suppose there would be any harm in killing some time together." I heard myself say. I still wasn't sure she meant what my mind was trying to tell me she meant, but if she didn't, it would be just plain rude to not accept. 

"Good!" She said cheerily as she leaned back in her chair. "After breakfast we'll just have to see what there is to do!"

I sat and stared at her smile, wondering if she meant what my mind was trying to imply, finally deciding that she was, as her toes touched the side of my leg.

The rest of breakfast was small talk, each of us sizing the other up while I ate the food that had finally come. We got up and left together, walking side by side toward the elevator. She had on a tan casual sweat suit, zippered up the front, but leaving lots of cleavage on display. The way her tits were wiggling tended to indicate that they were quite free beneath the tan jersey material.

We waited patiently in the lobby before finally getting onto the elevator that seemed to be quite slow this morning. I followed her into the car and turned to press the button for the fourth floor.

"So do you like my outfit?" She asked, stepping toward the doors and turning around for me to admire her, stopping with her back to the door.

"I do. I especially like the lack of bra that appears to be there." I flirted with a chuckle.

"Oh? Am I to understand you enjoy seeing my unbridled breasts?" She asked almost bashfully.

"Well, since I haven't seen then unbridled, all I can say is that so far I have enjoyed what I have seen." I replied, almost suggesting that she should show me more, but trying hard to not be blatant in case I had misread her intentions.

"Oh, well maybe you should take a bit better look!" She grinned, moving one hand to the zipper of her top and slowly pulling it down farther, stopping with it pulled almost down to her bellybutton.

I was still working up the nerve to reach out and pull the material apart to view her breasts when the elevator started to slow.

"Awww Too late!" She said mischievously, sliding the zipper back up to a respectable level. "You will have to be quicker next time!"

"I suppose so." I said, as she turned with the opening doors. I followed her down the hall toward our rooms, stopping at mine and waiting for her to reach hers. Her hands quickly searched her pockets for her room key.

"I may have left my room key in my room." She said looking back toward me.

"Well, if you left the adjoining door unlocked, you're welcome to go through my room to get there." I suggested.

"Ah, in other words, you're going to invite me into your room? How am I to know you won't take advantage of an innocent girl?" She said, clasping her hands together in front of her crotch and slowly sashaying toward where I stood holding my door open with my foot.

"I guess that's a risk you will just have to take." I joked. 

"Hmmmm I don't know that I can take that risk. I mean I would hate to be taken advantage of. Here I am in only my sweat suit, not even any underclothes on. I would be just too vulnerable."

"Ah. I see the dilemma. But then I suppose you could always go to the desk and get a new key." I said reaching for the zipper on the front of her outfit, and slowly pulling it down. As I pulled it separated and exposed first her creamy white valley between her breasts, and then her bare toned stomach. I didn't stop pulling until the zipper had completely separated, her top now hanging on her body with nothing to hold it together in the front. I allowed my hands to reach into the material and cup both huge breasts, hefting their weight and letting my thumbs stroke back and forth across her already hard nipples.

"I suppose I could, but that might be a bit awkward without a top on." She said as she shrugged the sweatshirt off her shoulders, leaving it hang on her arms as she reached out for my belt, tugging at it gently to get it undone. Her whole upper body was bare to my view, her huge creamy tits cupped in my hands, my thumbs gently stroking back and forth across her two large pink nipples, each one perched in an oblong puckered dark pink areola. Her huge creamy orbs had the slightest hint of triangular tan lines that could only be left by an extremely revealing bikini. The lighter triangles of skin were barely large enough to cover her nipples and areola, prompting me to wonder if she wore it only to tan or if by chance she wore such a skimpy suit in public. While each of her fantastic breasts had some sag, it was surprisingly little given their size. The amount of sag also seemed to poke her nipples up at just the right angle for me to cup her breasts with my fingers and still run my thumb comfortably across them. 

I stood in the hall, her fantastic tits cupped in my hands, hoping no one came by, while her hands were busy undoing my belt and pulling my zipper down. She pushed my pants down on my hips, snaking one hand into my underwear to grasp my hard cock.

"You know. If we keep going this way we'll both be naked in the hall. Why don't we go inside where we can enjoy this in private?" She suggested quietly.

I let go of one of her breasts, and pushed the door open farther, backing into the room as my pants fell around my ankles making me shuffle backwards. She followed close behind me, working my underwear down my body and exposing me more fully as we moved. The door had barely closed when she dropped her arms, letting the top slide off her arms to the ground.

"You know. I don't have any panties on either if you want to explore that view too." She whispered huskily.

"Really?" I asked in honest surprise. I slid my hands from under her breasts, around her sides, letting them take in the softness of her skin and the smoothness of her curves. I slowly let them sink down her body, reaching the top of her sweat pants and push them lower as my hands continued their journey down her creamy hips. Slowly her lower body came into view, a tiny line of whiter skin showing low on her hips and leading to a tiny bit of whiter skin on her completely shaved mound, the white skin pointing like a beacon for my eyes toward her pussy. She gave her legs a little wiggle, causing her pants to slide the rest of the way down her legs on their own, her thighs and now exposed pussy in full view. I stared as she stepped out of her shoes and then worked each leg out of her pants by stepping from one foot to the other, working the material off a little at a time. Each step spread her legs slightly, exposing her full lips, only for them to disappear again as she pressed her legs together between steps. 

"Ohhhhh Damn." I breathed quietly as she stood naked in front of me, her hands slipping from my hard cock to my hips. She quickly slid them up my sides, taking my shirt with them until I had to lift my hands to allow her to pull it the rest of the way off. She tossed it aside and then leaned down to kiss my chest and each of my nipples. With agonizing slowness she kissed her way down my body toward where her hand was once again gently stroking my hard cock. She settled to her knees in front of me, kissing her way around my belly, inching ever closer to my cock, her hands abandoning my shaft to work off my shoes and pants.

Now naked as she was, Sara looked up at me with lust sparkling in her dark green eyes, and slowly enveloped the head of my cock with her hot mouth. I felt a warm rush of desire flood my body as her tongue gently stroked back and forth across the sensitive underside of my mushroom head as she slowly pushed her face towards my body, enveloping more of me with each passing second. I stifled a quiet groan as I felt the head of my cock meet resistance and then slip into her throat. Her hand cupped my balls and gave them a gentle squeeze before wrapping her fingers around the very small amount of my cock still uncovered. Her grip followed her lips, my cock now coated with her saliva, as she eased her face away, my cock sliding from her throat. She watched my reaction as I resisted thrusting back into her mouth, my other head wanting to again feel the delights it had just enjoyed. She began to slowly bob her head on and off my cock, her hand following her lips and twisting at the same time. Every few strokes of my shaft into her mouth she would press farther, her nose touching my curly hairs and the head of my shaft slipping into her throat. She had clearly worked the act of cock sucking to an art form. 

"Oh my god." I moaned quietly as I let my hands play in Sara's blond hair, her mouth bobbing up and down my shaft, both hands wrapped around it, twisting in opposite directions and moving in time with her talented lips. Her ministrations had me climbing the long slope toward climax at a clip that was likely to cause me to fill her hot mouth with cum in only a few more short minutes. "I am so going to cum if you keep doing that!" I groaned loudly as my cock swelled fatter in her mouth and my balls tightened in preparation for the impending release.

Just when I thought that my load was about to stream into her hot mouth, she abruptly pulled from my throbbing shaft and stood up. "Your turn!" Sara said as she placed a hand in the middle of my chest and slowly pushed me back into the room. She released her pressure on my chest and stepped to the bed next to us, laying herself back on it and lifting her legs up to hook her heels on the edge with her knees spread wide, exposing her obviously dripping pussy to my view. "How about you return the favor?" She asked huskily.

With a crooked grin I knelt at the end of the bed and gently kissed the inside of her right knee. She wiggled and squirmed as I worked slowly up her thigh, each pause an inch from the last, a tiny lick with the tip of my tongue and then a soft wet kiss. I repeated this over and over as I inched toward the fragrant, beckoning pussy. Her meaty outer lips looked freshly shaven, without a hint of stubble on her pussy or mound. Her flowery inner lips were engorged and spread, her clit clearly visible and beaconing to be teased as tiny beads of her juices collected and dripped from her lips. 

"Oh god what a tease!" She cried in a high pitched voice as my kisses finally reached her pussy, and that tiny lick just barely touched the tips of her soft lips. I could taste the tangy wetness of her juices, her musky scent filling my nostrils as I allowed my finger tips to slowly stroke up and down the backs of her thighs, my fingers just barely brushing the edges of her meaty outer lips. Her hands tried to grasp my short hair and pull me toward her pussy, her body trembling with desire and anticipation.

I smiled to myself, knowing what effect my attentions had to be having on her, her hips trying to reach for my tongue and her hands searching for a way to pull me closer. I let my hands settle near her pussy, my thumbs gently teasing her lips apart, revealing its soft pink inner passage. Her juices leaked from her waiting tunnel, making a tiny trickle that ran down across her puckered rose. 

"Ahhhh God!" Sara cried sharply as my tongue suddenly flicked across her exposed and engorged clit. Her whole body convulsed as I allowed my tongue to flick back and forth across it several times, sending jolts of electricity through her whole body. I knew that if I continued this way, her climax would be upon her in moments. Wanting to prolong her enjoyment as she had done with me, I moved my attention and pressed my tongue deep between her lips, tasting her juices and allowing my tongue to drag them up her slit until I could paint them across her clit with my flat tongue. "ohhhhh god yes!" she moaned loudly as I repeated the trip time after time, driving my tongue as deep into her tunnel as I could and then slowly drew it along her wet lips until I could feel her clit slide under my tongue. Her legs trembled and her whole body twitched each time my tongue found her clit, making me grin at the effect I had on her at the moment.

"So do you want to cum now?" I asked as I blew my hot breath across her exposed clit, making my saliva and her juices chill it slightly.

"Oh god yes....Please!" She begged, hooking her heels on my shoulders and trying to pull me closer to her wet pussy. Her hands had long since given up their futile attempt to grab my short hair and were now busy squeezing and massaging her large tits, occasionally twisting and pulling her own nipples. 

With my arms wrapped around her thighs and my fingers gently spreading her lips, I held her body tightly, her hips trying to buck up against my face as I sucked her clit into my mouth, squeezing it with my lips and flicking my tongue across it as quickly as I could. Her whole body shook as she cried out, my tongue induced jolts of electricity flowing through her body in time with my attack.

"OHGODOHGODOHGOD" she cried as I attacked her clit, her whole body shuddering and shaking as her orgasm started to roll across her. I felt and tasted the wetness of her cum as her body convulsed and gushed her juices over my chin. I released her clit from my mouth and spread it wide to enclose most of her gaping pussy, pushing my tongue into her tunnel as far as I could press it, allowing her cum to collect in my mouth as she continued to buck and shake. 




Wedding Day Seduction



After what seemed like long minutes, I released her and began kissing my way up her body, trailing wet cum filled marks until I reached her huge tits and wrapped my lips around one of her hard nipples. I sucked the whole tip of her breast into my mouth, running my tongue in circles around her hard nipple while I reached for my cock and rubbed the head up and down her sopping lips. With my head lubricated in her juices, I pressed it to her tunnel and slowly pressed, trying to drive it into her. I felt her tight tunnel resist the invader, holding it back for a moment before expanding and inviting my fat mushroom head into her soft domain. Inch by inch I worked my cock into her in short tiny strokes, each stroke slightly longer than the one before. I could feel her tight pussy still convulsing from her climax, massaging and trying to pull my shaft deeper. 

"OHHHHHH...my god yes!" She moaned as I bottomed out, my head pressed against the end of her tunnel and the base of my cock pushed against her still exposed clit. "Fuck me. Oh god yes fuck me!" 

I began sliding my full length in and out of her, her sopping pussy making wet squishing noises and my hips slapping loudly against her naked ass. "God you are so fucking tight!" I grunted as I released her tit from my mouth and pushed myself up until I was standing at the end of the bed, her knees hooked over my arms as I reached for and grabbed her tits. 

"Oh trust me, I can make it better." She panted.

"Holy shit." I squeaked as I felt her pussy clench me so tightly that it almost stopped me mid stroke. I felt her clenching pussy release me slightly and returned to pummeling her pussy with my rock hard cock. I could feel my climax approaching, building within, the tiny trembles and electric shocks radiating out from my cock through my body. My strokes began to lose coordination, and the constant squeezing of her tits and nipples I had been doing was reduced to little more than holding them as handles. 

"OH FUCK!" She screamed as she felt the first gush of hot cum lance out of my cock and fill her pussy. Time and again my body jerked uncontrollably as I added to the volume of hot cum filling her. Her own climax, triggered by my spurting cock, took over her body, her hands pulling at the wads of bedspread she had grabbed, and her body convulsing in time with mine. I briefly lost track of time as I stood panting, my cock twitching with her. 

"Good lord." She said when she could manage a few words, her panting almost as hard as mine. "I can't believe I came again."

"Yeah, well, I would say you did." I laughed between pants.

"I think we need a shower now." She said. "We can't leave you smelling of sex you know."

"No, that wouldn't be a good idea." I agreed as I pulled my semi-hard cock from her pussy, releasing a veritable flood of our combined cum. I held out a hand and helped her to her feet and then followed her through the connecting door to her room and the bathroom there. She turned on the water and quickly stepped in, pulling me along by the hand.

She took her time soaping me up her hands gently caressing my body from head to toe while I did the same to her. My hands fondled her breasts, teasing her nipples and making her giggle like a small girl while she made sure that all traces of our adventure had been obliterated. She pulled me around under the water, pulling us together to allow the water to rinse us both, her tits pressing into my chest. She lifted herself on her tip-toes and wrapped both arms around my neck. She pulled my head down to her face and planted her soft lips against mine. I felt her tongue tease my lips apart and then slip into my mouth, playing hide and seek with my tongue, trying to tease it to follow into her mouth. We stood under the cascade of water, our tongues dancing as our lips pressed together. 

Remarkably I felt my cock begin to grow again, pressing between her legs as we stood embracing.

"Getting all turned on again?" She asked after breaking our kiss. "Nice to know you can get it up that fast."

"Yeah, well you might have a little to do with that."

"Oh?" She asked, wiggling her chest to rub her tits back and forth across my chest. She also moved one leg, lifting it enough to allow my hardening shaft to slip between her legs before trapping it against her pussy with her legs.

"I don't know that we have time for another go around." I told her, wishing at that moment that we did as she wiggled her legs to stroke the sides of my cock with her thighs and rub it against her wet pussy.

"Too bad. This feels pretty nice already!" She cooed as she began rocking her hips, rubbing her clit along the top of my shaft and teasing it within the snug confines she created with her thighs.

"Yeah, that does feel nice." I answered as she pulled my arms down and guided my hands to her tits. 

"Yeah, I like it when you play with my nipples too." She said as she let my hands go and moved hers down to my hips and then my ass. She squeezed and played with my cheeks while stroking herself on my hard cock. "Oh I want you inside me again!" she moaned, reaching behind her and working her fingertips between her legs until she could press the head of my cock up between her lips. She arched her back and pressed with her fingers until I could feel my head slip into her tunnel. "OH yes!" She squeaked as I slipped into her. 

"I would have thought you had enough." I said as she rocked her hips to rub her clit against my cock.

"Oh god no. There is no such thing as enough of this cock." She moaned.

"Well, if that's how you feel." I said, pulling my cock from her. I turned her around and bent her over, letting her use her hands against the far wall for balance as I rubbed my head up and down her slit a few times before plunging it into her in one quick motion. 

"OH FUCK!" She cried as my hard shaft drove into her, my hips slapping loudly against her ass. "Yes... Fuck me hard!" She cried as I started pounding into her, each stroke plunging into her like a piston. I grunted in time with my strokes, each one banging into her and making her whole body shake and her tits swing wildly. I held her hips like handles, slapping into her time after time, driving not only my cock into her, but also driving both of us toward climax.

"OHHHHH Yes yes yes!" She cried as her climax washed over her body. 

I kept pounding into her, each stroke driving my hard cock to the very end of her tunnel. My fat head stroked the sides of her tunnel its full length with each long stroke before it slammed into her cervix sending little jolts of electricity radiating out from her pussy through her whole body. Each stroke held her climax at its pinnacle, her cries echoing throughout the bathroom helping to inch me stroke by stroke to its inevitable end. She lifted herself up the wall, holding herself partly erect with its support, her new position allowing me to continue ramming into her while grabbing her fantastic tits. Again and again I slapped her ass with my hips and her pussy with my cock, gripping and squeezing her tits that threatened to bounce out of my grip. 

"OH FUCK!" I shouted as my body jerked, ramming into her so hard that her head almost bounced off the wall. My cock spurted into her, putting one hot shot of cum into her after another as my body jerked, my hands squeezed the soft orbs I was using as handles as my whole body convulsed. As my jerking stopped and her trembling ceased, she stood upright and reached behind her to pull my head toward hers. She turned her face to mine and kissed me softly and wetly. We stood there, my cock softening inside her and slipping out as I held her tits, gently stroking my fingers across her nipples as we slowly recovered.

"I think it's time to get out." She finally whispered.

"Yeah. Probably a good idea." I answered back as I released her and reached back to turn the water that was still cascading over us, off.

After drying off, we changed the bed spread in my room with the one from hers, at least reducing the smell of sex in the room. With a final kiss we left each other to dress so I could go pick up the tuxes. 

All through the rehearsal and dinner that night we shared occasional glances, each of us knowing what had gone on and also knowing that it was something that we had to keep as our secret.

The next day was the big day. Giving away my daughter was, as always, bitter sweet. But I knew her new husband was indeed an addition to our family, not a loss of my daughter. As the day turned to evening and the ceremony to the reception, opportunities to see Sara in her backless dress abounded, each time my mind reminded me just what those fantastic tits looked like "unbridled". Toward the end of the evening she and I danced together, allowing us a few moments to share a few parting words, since we would be flying out in the morning. While neither of us wanted to be obvious, we did manage a tight squeeze of each other and a quick cheek kiss in the gloom. 

As we waved goodbye the next morning it was clear that I would be waiting for the next chance to visit, and of course, any possibility of another interlude with her.



Wedding Day Surprise



This is a story of fantasy, fiction, the characters aren't real, and any similarities are pure coincidental. I received this idea from feedback of one of the people that took the time to write, you know who you are, thanks for the idea. I hope you enjoy.-----jerry

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It was late June, the wedding month, I was bored out of my skull, I was at my cousins wedding, he was getting married to a woman I couldn't imagine waking up next too for the rest of my life. But, as they say, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, he didn't have to worry about me sniffing around his house when he was gone, that was for sure. All during the ceremony I kept searching the crowd for someone that might take the edge off my boredom during the reception, but all were with dates, spouses, or were ugly beyond words. During one point of the ceremony, we had to stand, when I did, I caught a glimpse of the most beautiful ass I'd seen in a long time. I could tell she was wearing a thong, from the faint outlines visible through her light blue dress, I couldn't see who it was. My cock started to rise, and I slipped into a fantasy world of me and that ass later.

My name is Herbert Wyatt, I'm 42, recently divorced, I stand about 5' 7", 195 pounds, black hair with a touch of grey, receding hair line, goatee, brown eyes. While I'm certainly not Sean Connery, Brad Pitt or any other movie star type, I know that I'm not an ugly man. I wasted too many good years on a marriage that went no where quick, the only good thing to come of it were my children. Even though they opted to stay with their mom. Since my divorce, I'd gone out with a variety of women, as young as 18 and as old as 52, though I didn't prefer large women, I even went out with a few of the BBW's here in town. I like my women, small, short and petite, breast size isn't a priority with me, the shape of her ass is, that, and I like my women to shave at least their pussy lips. This makes for hours of sucking and licking fun. 

I was suddenly jolted back to reality by the organ blasting away with the wedding song, as the young couple ran up the aisle to the front door of the chapel. I kept trying to see who the thonged ass belonged too, but was pushed outside with the crowd. I drove over to the site of the reception, and waited for others to arrive, a few of the guests arrived, and started to filter into the country club. The newlyweds were taking pictures back at the church so it would be a while before they got there. I went into the club, into the reserved hall, and was told to make myself at home, and to go ahead and start partying and having a good time. 

A band was playing, an open bar, I opted for some gin and juice. I snacked on the buffet that was provided, but always went for a refill at the bar. I saw the couple arrive, and the usual events took place, the tossing of the bouquet and garter, the dances, I didn't pay much attention, I was still searching for that perfect ass. The couple finally headed off for there honeymoon, their flight was leaving shortly, after they drove off, everyone started to file back into the country club, I looked up in front of me, and there, right before my face, was the thong covered ass, still in the light blue dress. As we topped the stairs, I tapped the wonderfully short woman on the shoulder, when she turned and looked up into my face, I nearly fell over backwards. It was my Aunt Viola, I never in a hundred years would've thought it to be her, I guess the look on my face hurt her feelings, she quickly got a painful look on her face and said, "Expecting someone else Herb? Sorry to disappoint you, seems I do that a lot lately." 

This snapped me back, "Aunt Vi, oh no, I was just shocked it was you is all." I lowered my voice, "I love your thong, and my god you've got the ass of an angel." I almost whispered with a wink. 

Now she beamed and smiled with a blush, "How'd you know I was wearing a thong?" she asked. By now we were standing on the front porch of the country club alone, I pulled her against me, my hand sliding down her back, I traced her thong with my finger tips. She shuddered in my arms, "Its been a long time since a man's held me and touched me like that." Her voice husky with excitement. I looked around making sure no one was around, when I was satisfied we were alone, I leaned down, and kissed her softly, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth. 

She gently pushed me away, saying, " We shouldn't be doing this, Herb, you're my nephew." I smiled, and ran my finger from her lips, down her neck, over her chest, to her breast, I traced the outline of her hard nipple, then pinched it softly. A moan escaped her throat and she pulled me to her mouth, devouring me, the lust in her eyes, told me she didn't care if we were committing incest. Her hands ran down my chest, to my crotch, she squeezed my cock, moaned into my mouth. 

"I want you so badly Herb, I need you." she gasped. Smiling, I took her hand and led her off the front steps, we walked around towards the back of the club house, soon I found what I was looking for, a golf cart. We got into it, "What are you doing?" Aunt Viola asked. I just smiled and winked, and the cart jumped to life, we sped off into the darkness before anyone could see us. I knew the course a little, not much of a golfer, but having played the course with Viola's ex-husband. He was an ass, arrogant, rude, and from what I learned later, an abusive man, he'd beat Vi's self esteem down to nothing, she thought she was ugly, she thought she'd never find her another man. She told me later, that she groomed herself for her pleasure, she dressed for her, she didn't realize the effect she had on men. 

We drove for several minutes, and finally came up to the ninth hole green, I stopped at the greens edge, got out, and led Vi to the flag in the hole. I pulled her to me, kissed her deeply, passionately, "Now we don't have to worry about anyone seeing us, later we can go back to my place if you still want." I said as I lowered us to the grass. I reached behind her and unzipped her dress, she stood, letting the dress fall around her ankles. My breath caught in my throat, she was beautiful, standing there in the light of the full moon, she wore a half cup push up bra, her nipples were hard and long, her slim waist made her thong stand out even more as the side straps curved over her hipbones. She turned, her ass was perfect, she leaned over a bit, and slowly pulled the thong downward, revealing a small tan line, she sunbathed in a thong. I was in heaven, as the thong fell, she turned back to me, I stared open mouthed, at the prettiest pussy lips, I'd ever seen, she shaved the lips and trimmed the hair above into a thin line. "I like the way the hair sets off my tan." she offered in an explanation for the tiny strip.

"It's beautiful." I said, as I leaned forward, and ran my tongue over her pussy lips. Her hips thrust forward involuntarily, almost knocking me down, she giggled. "Your turn." she said, as she stepped back and sat down. I stood, and stripped, and for the first time since I was a baby, my Aunt Viola was looking at me naked.

Now Viola is only 56, and she looks to be in her forties, so her body didn't sag, she worked out often, but she told me as she took me into her mouth, that it'd been too long. She easily deep throated my 6", she had to open wide to accommodate for my thickness, when fully hard, its an impressive 5" around, but she moaned her approval as she buried her nose into my pubic hair. She kissed the tip, and licked the underside down to my balls, "mmmmmm I like this." she purred. I shave my balls and the base of my cock, if I enjoy a woman like that, then why wouldn't a woman enjoy a man being shaved. She gently sucked first one then the other ball into her mouth. I was going to loose it soon, so I backed away, to her whimpering protests, we moved into a 69 so I could suck her pussy also. 

This was something she later told me that she had only experienced three times in her life. The first time was a boy in college, he didn't really know what he was doing, so it didn't do much for her, the second time was with a roommate, after they'd smoked some pot, she came harder then than she had in her whole life. The last time was with her ex, and he didn't like doing it, told her she tasted like fish, but that was after he'd sweet talked her into marrying him. Their sex life consisted of either her blowing him, and then him going to sleep, or him getting on top of her and pumping into her about six times shooting his load, kissing her forehead, then rolling over and going to sleep. 

Her moans and groans told me she was close, I sucked as much of her pussy into my mouth as I could, tongue flicking every where, I plunged my tongue deep into her asshole, she cried out loudly, scaring off some nearby birds. She came with my tongue buried in her ass. I lay down and held my cock in my hand and told her to sit on it, she did, and she loved it, she bounced up and down, grinding on me, I could feel the tip probing into her womb, she was loving it. I lifted her off, and put her on her hands and knees, I entered her from behind, thrusting in deeply, she growled her lust and passion. I pulled out, leaving just the head in her, and slammed it back in hard, quickening my pace, I slammed into her hard and fast. 

She soon was thrusting back meeting my thrusts, my balls swinging up and slapping her pubic area. I soon felt her pussy squeeze me tight, her body shuddered in her orgasm, I thrust in deeply, my cock swelling, shooting deep into her. I rolled onto my back pulling her on top of me, my cock still buried deep inside her. She rolled over and kissed me deeply, "You realize, that now that you've started this, you're going to have to continue keeping your old Aunt happy." She said with a sly grin. I kissed her deeply, " My pleasure." I said. 

As we got up and started to gather our clothes, we froze, hearing a strange noise, looking around we saw no one, then, SQUIRT, SQUIRT, SQUIRT!!!! The automatic sprinkler system kicked on, giggling like school kids, we hopped into the golf cart and sped off naked. We stopped before we got too close to the club house, put our clothes back on, and went on back. We went into a bathroom, straightened our hair, Vi fixed her makeup and we went back into the reception. 

No one had missed us, I asked her to dance, as the band announced the last song, I whispered into her ear, "Your place, or mine?"



Wedding Day's Coming



Out in the country, girls tended to get married early in life. At least that's how it was back when I was young. This sets the scene for an event that I still can't stop thinking about.

My sister got engaged and there was constant planning and preparations in the months leading to her big day. I wasn't that interested in any of it, but one day I got involved. While my sister and mother were in the city, a bunch of her friends came over to do some wedding dress alterations. This took place in the spare bedroom with an ample supply of sewing equipment and supplies. I was in my room when I heard them laughing and talking while climbing the stairs.

After a while of struggling with the dress, they decided they needed a dress maker's dummy but that was something we didn't have. One of them laughed loudly and while the others suppressed their giggles, there was knock at my door. It was Martina, a new neighbor of ours. She asked coyly, "Hey, can you help us with something?"

I made my way over to the door, opened it and said, "Well, that depends what it is." She was so damn sexy.

She grabbed me by my belt and said, "Oh, just come on."

They explained that they needed someone to model the dress while they made some measurements and since I was about the right size, they needed me to wear it. Normally I would have refused but I had a crush on Martina. She smiled and nodded as they waited for my reply.

I shrugged and said, "Oh what the heck, I guess I can do it." I secretly didn't really mind as I had a secret. Sometimes, while home alone, I had tried on my sister's lingerie on numerous occasions and even her high heels. I would then stand in front of a full length mirror and admire my female looking self. I had a feminine build back then and looked very convincing. This never failed to give me a solid erection and I had to be extra careful not to leave any slippery trails of pre come on my sister's panties. I'd put on a condom and rub my lace covered bulge while bending over in front of the mirror and imagine I was horny, slutty young woman wanting to be fucked hard by the person I was in real life. This was always followed by a terrific orgasm that left me with shame and a come filled condom.

So there I was, standing on a chair, blushing wearing boxer shorts and a t shirt under a frilly white wedding gown in front of five pretty but very business like young ladies. Martina said, while holding dress maker's pins in her lips, "Thanks again Frank, this is so much easier now." They were all busy working behind me when it happened. Try as I might, I couldn't stop the growing erection from forming. I just stood still and looked at the ceiling close to my head when Martina walked around to the space in front of me. 

Her eyes opened wide and I'll never forget what happened next. She grabbed my stiff cock and pushed it down between my legs, where I deftly trapped it between my thighs. I was mortified, but at the same time, grateful. Then she said to the others, "Oh dang, we need to go to town for more thread and such."

I watched out the window from my vantage point on the chair, with my throbbing tool still squeezed between my thighs. They all piled into their old convertible, except for Martina who, instead of joining them, turned and headed back into the house. She came back into the room and said, "Wow, that was a close one, wasn't it?" I said nothing, I just swallowed hard, blushed and nodded.

Then she said, "Don't be embarrassed. I'm surprised you didn't get erect sooner." This was followed by a long silence. Martina told me to lift my dress and wiped the trail of pre come down the length of my inner thigh. My cock sprang out a bobbed up and down comically in front of me, flinging a strand of clear fluid away from me, landing on her lips. Her pretty pink tongue licked at it and she smiled seductively. 

"I stammered, "Oops, sorry." I'd never been so embarrassed in my life.

She laughed, "Are you kidding? I love it!" Then she pulled my shorts down and looked me in the eye while slowly stroking my hard prick. She said, "Step out of those, I have an idea." She selected the sexiest of my sister's panties and tan stockings from the dresser drawer I knew so well and had me put them on. She rolled the slick, cool fabric of the stockings up my legs, adjusting them to her satisfaction. She rubbed her cheeks and lips against my lace covered sex package while pulling at my stocking tops. I was so excited by all she was doing as I stood trembling on the chair that I felt I might spill my come if she didn't stop soon.

She stopped to peel off her shirt over her head and stood there in her lacy push up bra rubbing herself between her long, denim covered legs. My heart was pounding and my cock was throbbing, aching for release as I took in the sight of her. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around my panty encased buttocks crushing her hot, sweaty breasts against my hard member as it stuck up out of the panties' waistband elastic. She held me there tightly and started rocking me and rubbing my slick cock head with her breast flesh. Her hot breath panted against my belly and her nipples dug into my flesh through her bra. She moaned, "Oh this feels so fucking nice that I wish you would stick it up my ass!"

That did it! I shuddered and let go of the dress. My semen forced it's way out of my swollen rod apple. My come seared the skin under her chin and ran down her neck. She released me from her embrace and ducked out from under the frilly wedding gown. She looked at herself in the mirror while rubbing her crotch mound furiously. She gritted her teeth and sighed loudly, "Oh fuck, you creamed all over me!" She bent over and climaxed hard. She took her hand away from herself and I saw a growing dampness spreading in between her legs.

I never saw her again after the wedding, we never did have sex and I still fantasize about putting my every solid inch up her round behind.