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Brides

By: wyldechylde



Charisma walked around the room alone as usual. It seemed these decadent, rich parties always turned out the same for a working class girl who made in a year what most of the party goers made in a day and a half. The lavish mansion ballroom was filled with the rich and selfish that only cared about her when she stood on the arm of the man who invited her, aside from that she felt like they could care less if she lived or died. Her date was currently no where to be seen so she was being ignored at the moment, walking through the room from one corner to the next holding a half empty glass of champagne hoping someone would help rescue her from her doldrums. No one ever did and tonight was no different so she did what she always did, eavesdropped on anyone who looked slightly interesting. 

The only reason Charisma even got invited to these parties was her looks and her finely sculpted body. She spent many hours in the gym each week working out to maintain her incredibly sexy physique and her surgically enhanced breasts currently stood out at a double "D" cup and were both being barely contained in her low-cut evening gown. Her short hair was well dyed and maintained as was her make-up and expensive shoes but none of it did any good as far as granting the attention she craved. Attention she normally couldn't get away from when she was at work.

The strip club she worked at was a very highbrow gentleman's club and the only reason any of the rich and powerful in this mansion even knew she existed. She had seen just about every single man in the place at the club at one point or another and considering how friendly they were to her there she assumed she would get the same attention at this party but not to be. None of them gave her a second glance and only once in a great while would one of them even smile at her or more rarely, say hello.

As she walked by one couch she noticed that a woman was sitting all alone and looked like she was in the exact same situation as Charisma. Her eyes wandered left and right and she appeared to be deathly bored. Not a single male partier was anywhere to be seen so Charisma started to walk over to her to alleviate her own boredom and hopefully, make a new friend. As she approached a tall, pale gentleman approached the woman and kneeled by the side of the couch where she was sitting. They spoke a few words as Charisma walked slowly towards them, she didn't hear what they said to one another but she could tell that the woman was glad for the attention and the man was glad that he had her attention on him. Charisma wondered whose wife the woman was and how close she was to cheating on that husband right under his nose and all because he was too busy trying to prove he was the best whatever kind of guy he was to even notice. She couldn't help but smile as she began to write a fantasy about this gorgeous woman being unfaithful to a man that deserved it so badly.

Her daydream came crashing down on her head when she noticed that the pale man kissed the woman's wrist and a thin rivulet of blood ran from his mouth and down her arm to drip onto the floor. Charisma stood in shock as the woman continued talking to him as he sucked on her bite wound apparently unaware that he had drawn blood. How could that be? How could you not see that someone has just bitten a hole in your arm deep enough to spill a quart and a half of blood? But as Charisma stood watching she realized that the blood flow was getting worse. The man's lips were stained in her life fluid, her arm was now covered in her blood as it ran over her skin in torrents and even a small puddle was growing on the floor. Charisma rubbed her eyes and her mouth open as she stood watching this poor creature bleed to death without the slightest clue that she was being murdered

The woman was rubbing her eyes and trying to focus them as she kept loosing her train of thought. The blood loss was clearly getting to her as she began fading in and out of consciousness until her head rolled to one side and her body went completely limp on the couch. Her blood had not only run down her arm but also soaked part of her dress and left a huge stain on the floor where she was sitting, now dead. 

The man simply stood, wiped his mouth clean of his victim's blood and walked off. Charisma followed him to a separate room at the end of a long hallway. He opened the door and turned around seeing her for the first time.

"You just killed someone didn't you?" Charisma confronted him. He just looked at her without changing expressions on his face. A couple of seconds passed and he opened the door to the side room and indicated for her to walk inside which she did without question. Once inside the room she spun on her high heel and looked him dead in the eye after he had closed the door.

"Why did you do that? You could have done anything you wanted with her, she was putty in your hands and you murdered her." Charisma spoke firmly.

"I wanted to kill her. It's been too long since I've fed and I was famished." He spoke to her quietly and approached her slowly. Charisma stood her ground.

"That doesn't make any sense, you didn't have to do that and now you're going to go to jail for murder." She crossed her arms in front of her chest and waited for his response. He just kept walking towards her taking a long time to cross the short distance.

"I don't think so." He said and the smile she saw made her own blood run cold and a chill ran down her spine. Quickly she turned to leave but saw that she was in a room that had only one entrance and exit and he was standing between it and her. She had just walked into a private room with a killer without realizing it and now she had no escape.

The murderer approached Charisma and finally closed the gap completely. Resigned to her fate she stood in place and waited for him to make his move. If she was lucky he would kill her as quickly and painlessly as the first woman, if she was unlucky he had a long night in store for her.

"What are you going to do to me?" she asked with far less confidence than she felt.

"I don't know yet. Let's see where the night takes us shall we?" he held his arm out for her to take and she hooked her elbow into it. Solemnly she looked at the floor as he led her behind a hidden door into a down staircase. Doing her best to maintain her dignity she allowed herself to be led to the room that would be her final resting place. The man was quiet and his arm was very cold, somehow sucking the warmth right out of her skin. His flesh was solid as well like his arm was made of steel rather than muscle and skin.

Once the door was open Charisma looked into the room and her jaw dropped. She was standing inside a huge bedroom that had three beds in it. The light came from several fixtures along the walls and three chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The walls were covered in gorgeous tapestries and the furniture was ornate and appeared to be authentic antiques that were very well maintained. Two naked women were lounging on two beds that were opposite each other and closest to where she had entered. One of the women had Charcoal black skin and her hair was also black, her eyes were devoid of irises or pupils and were two narrow white ovals shining from her face. Her mouth was pursed in a frown that made Charisma's blood run cold. The other woman was pale, almost white in her skin tone and her hair was white as well. Her eyes were solid black and unlike her companion she wore a wicked grin that told Charisma she was happy to see the newcomer. Charisma was more scared than ever.

"Good evening my wives." The man greeted them.

"A new toy to play with?" the white woman asked. "Goody." She stood and walked directly at Charisma using slow purposeful strides taking time to examine her prey before approaching.

"Good to meet you." Charisma whispered swallowing.

"No it's not." The black woman spoke from her resting place. "Women who meets us usually spend the night wishing they were anywhere else. Even dead."

"That's ok." The white woman was smiling broadly and warmly as she brushed her hand along Charisma's chin. "I'll be gentle. It's Azriel over there that you should be worried about. She's a certified nightmare." Azriel hissed at the remark and stood next to the white woman examining Charisma closely. Charisma hadn't even seen Azriel move, she just appeared next to the white woman.

"Azriel, Ariel enjoy." The man said before leaving.

"I will." Ariel said giving Charisma a soft and gentle kiss on the lips. Ariel's lips felt like they were craved from ice.

"She won't." Azriel pinched one of Charisma's nipples through her dress so hard Charisma cried out in pain. Azriel laughed. 

"I get her first." Ariel told Azriel.

"Take her." Azriel resumed her position on the bed Charisma had seen her lying on when she entered the room. Ariel led her to the opposite bed and sat down on the edge of the bed looking at Charisma with horny lust in her eyes. Charisma's pussy started to get wet despite the fear that was now turning her stomach into a knot. She was here to die she knew that and these two devious women had something in mind for her that Charisma was not going to enjoy she was certain but as Ariel removed the gown she was wearing Charisma grew more and more horny by the second.

"What's your name darling?" Ariel asked her unhooking Charisma's bra. Removed from their support Charisma's large tits hung free on her chest and her nipples grew to the hardness of gravel in less than a second.

"Charisma." She answered quietly.

"Speak up god damn it." Azriel shouted from the other bed.

"Charisma." Charisma answered quickly practically shouting. Azriel's demand caught her by surprise.

"How do you expect me to hear what's going on if you talk under your breath?" Azriel hissed.

"I'm sorry." Charisma responded stepping out of the panties Ariel had just pulled off her waist and down to the floor. 

"Not yet you aren't." Azriel growled. Charisma was as frightened of the black woman as she was horny for Ariel who right now was rubbing her cold hands all over Charisma's naked body. The sensations were mind blowing and Charisma's breath caught in her throat as Ariel kissed her nipples and all around the soft mounds of her tits.

"Don't be afraid of her she likes to scare our playthings when I'm enjoying them. As long as you're with me she can talk all she wants. Its when I'm finished with you that you should worry." Ariel took one nipple into her mouth and began sucking on it, teasing it with her tongue until Charisma was moaning out loud despite herself. Ariel sucked on one tit and massaged the other with one frozen hand before switching sides and sucking the opposite nipple and then moving back again. The feeling of her hands was like being massaged by an ice statue but the cold was invigorating and only helped to heighten her passion. Charisma clutched Ariel's hair with one hand and held her other hand in her own hoping to soak in as much of the coldness as she could.

Ariel's seductive tongue was driving Charisma mad and she longed to feel the killer's mouth between her thighs. Ariel must have read Charisma's mind because she sank to the floor between Charisma's legs and spread them just far enough apart to fit her head between them. Ariel went to work right away on Charisma's clit and pussy lips bringing Charisma right to orgasm almost the same instant she felt the now familiar coldness of Ariel's mouth one her nether regions. Ariel didn't skip a beat as she continued to attack Charisma's pussy brining her victim quickly back to the brink. Both of Ariel's hands massaged Charisma's ass cheeks and Charisma clutched Ariel's head holding her face against Charisma's pussy. In what seemed like no time at all Charisma's body rocked and she screamed as another unbelievable orgasm washed over her. She convulsed and bucked under the assault of Ariel's frozen tongue and when it finally finished she felt spent and could barely stand.

Without warning Azriel took a hold of Charisma's short hair and yanked her head back so that she was looking straight at the ceiling. As she did Charisma felt to piercing fangs puncture her tit just above her nipple, the pain of the attack was driving her wild with lust, she felt like she was about to come for a third time as Azriel kept a tight hold on the scruff of her neck while Ariel dined on her blood. All too soon, Ariel released her tit and Azriel led her across the room to her bed and Charisma was now on all fours. Renewed fear gripped Charisma's stomach as Ariel's words from earlier rang loud and clear in her mind.

"I know you're going to kill me so just get on with it." Charisma whined. She was answered by a vicious slap on her ass that made her recoil in pain and scream from the sting. Her pussy glistened with her juices and despite how much the strike had hurt she wanted it to happen again.

"Why should I do that? That's no fun." Azriel reinforced her point by slapping a large paddle against one palm. "Just stay on all fours and this will be easy."

"For you." Charisma spat. Azriel violently spanked her ass with the paddle in response, the assault was almost more than Charisma could take and she screamed at the top of her lungs every time the paddle struck her ass. Blood from Charisma's bite wound still flowed from her tit and dropped onto the sheets forming a large red stain. After what felt like an eternity Azriel paused to admire her handiwork on Charisma's ass. Charisma could barely see almost blinded by the burning fire that used to be her ass cheeks. She wasn't certain but her pussy felt so wet she felt like she had come.

"That's the point bitch." And Azriel slapped Charisma's ass one last time with the brutal paddle before setting it aside and pouncing on Charisma's left ass cheek. Her fangs bit deep and finally cut the skin after Charisma screamed again in agony. She spent less time than Ariel did sucking out her blood but the sheer torture of the bite almost brought Charisma to the brink of tears. 

Ariel took a moment to position Charisma's ass in front of her face and start sucking on Charisma's clit and tonguing her pussy lips with a fury that matched Azriel's pounding with the paddle. In seconds Charisma felt her body rock and buck with an orgasm that left her with doubt of its occurrence. Once again the session was far too short and Charisma was back in Azriel's ferocious hands.

"Lay on your back my pet. I guarantee you're going to love this." Charisma obeyed silently this time dreading whatever the black woman had in store for her but at the same time all too eager for it to happen. She wasn't sure why but the torture and rape she was going through was exhilarating and driving her crazy with horny desire. No matter how badly she was treated her pussy and nipples begged for more. Her mind was terrified and her heart was lost in depression waiting the inevitable end of her life but her entire blood stained body couldn't care less as long she got more of the treatment and many more orgasms.

Azriel made sure to tie Charisma's hands and ankles to the bed so that she couldn't escape the next torture. Ariel lay down on the bed next to Charisma's prone form licking the blood off of her still bleeding tit. Azriel's naked black skin actually gleamed in the light of the overhead chandelier while she rummaged around a large bag that held various instruments of pain and agony. Ariel caressed Charisma's hair and rubbed her hands across her skin while they waited.

"So beautiful. I think I'm falling in love with you." Ariel smiled at Charisma.

"That's not going to get you off the hook, however." Azriel held up a pair of clips attached to each other by a long shiny chain. Charisma cringed, Ariel whistled.

"You're fucked now." The white vampire whispered into Charisma's ear.

"Oh shit." Charisma hissed as the clamps were firmly attached to her pert nipples. The clamps were so tight that Charisma could see her skin turn bright red almost instantly.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow." Charisma whimpered. "Those fucking hurt."

"You talk too much." Azriel complained and wrapped a gag with a large rubber ball around Charisma's mouth. Ariel fitted the gag and fastened it behind Charisma's head and the two women lay in wait for what Azriel had planned. The black vampire held up a small whip and twirled it in the air.

"Let's really have some fun." Azriel struck Charisma's inner thigh with the small whip causing the human to squirm in response. Ariel giggled and writhed in response to Charisma's muffled cries of pain.

"You're being really good. This is going to suck when it's finally over." Azriel lamented as she climbed onto the bed to straddle Charisma's hips. She struck Charisma on both sides of her body with the tiny whip causing sharp stinging pain in her sides. The strikes became more frequent and more painful Charisma screamed in pain through the gag as loud as she could, the sound muffled heavily by the large rubber ball. Ariel bit hard on Charisma's left arm and began sucking greedily on Charisma's blood once again, it didn't take long before she was writhing and bucking under her tormentors as another orgasm wracked her entire body.

"Don't think you're done yet." Azriel growled putting the small whip away. From the bag she pulled out one of the largest strap-on dildos Charisma had ever seen. Ariel released Charisma's arm and hissed loudly at the huge plastic member crawling away in horror. The blood loss and mindset she was in did nothing to hide Charisma's fear and she bucked and moaned trying to free herself from the restraints. Azriel laughed wickedly mocking her struggles.

"Give it up sweetheart you can't escape. Besides, this will be over before you know it." Azriel straddled Charisma's hips once again and folded her legs as far back as they would go to give the massive dildo easier access to Charisma's soaking cunt. As she pushed the oversized member into Charisma's pussy Azriel bit her calf and sucked some of her blood while entering her. Charisma's pussy strained and stretched to accept the dildo and she screamed in pain as it forced her farther and farther open. She struggled to accept the giant strap on and her body arched and squirmed as it pushed itself into her pussy as far as it could go.

Azriel stopped sucking on Charisma's leg and took hold of her thighs. "Ready or not, here you come." Azriel told her in a nasty voice. Charisma screamed at the top of her lungs as Azriel fucked her furiously with the massive strap-on. Her body was now coated in sweat as well as blood as another fierce orgasm wracked Charisma's body. Ariel bit her other tit and began drinking her blood again while Azriel drover her huge strap on dildo into Charisma's pussy with such force that Charisma thought she was going to burst. The blood loss finally becoming too much for her Charisma's heart fluttered as she felt the beginnings of a heart attack, Azriel must have somehow sensed Charisma's end was near and stopped fucking her.

"I'm actually going to miss you." Azriel moaned before biting Charisma's inner thigh.

"As will I." Ariel kissed Charisma's cheek before biting down on her neck. Both vampires sucked greedily and Charisma felt her strength rapidly fading, her vision went dark quickly and soon she felt herself falling into eternity.

Azriel stood up and looked at the dead woman strapped to her bed with a feeling of sorrow. Ariel removed the gag and kissed Charisma's lips gently.

"Don't tell me." Azriel placed her hands on her hips and cocked her head to one side watching Ariel rub her body against the body of their dead lover.

"Ok I won't." Ariel replied laying her head on the corpse's shoulder.

"I don't believe you. I don't blame you either."

"Good, don't."

Charisma woke up some time later. At first she didn't remember anything at all, not even her name but as she lay in the bed and looked around at her surroundings memories flooded back into her mind at such a pace as to leave her delirious. It took quite a while but eventually the night's events came back to her and she sat up startled that she had woken up at all. She was still in the same bedroom but now it was empty and she was still nude albeit free of bite wounds and dried blood. Near as she could tell the bed she was on was the third bed of the room, the one bed that Azriel and Ariel didn't use when they tortured and murdered her or at least she thought they had.


Bride's Blow Job



Julie smiled across the back seat of the limousine at her father and they shared a silent moment. Her proud father Robert smiled back. It was a long journey from the family home to the church and at the current, ponderous speed it would take the best part of half an hour. With the back seat area separated from the driver and all the glass tinted it felt like there was just the two of them in the world. 

Father looked at his daughter again, as he had done so many times already today and wondered how he could have produced anything so perfect. So beautiful, so alluring and so sexy. Her blonde hair was immaculate pinned up on her head and pinned with a sparkling diamond tiara, the shoulderless, strapless dress displayed a wealth of cleavage and he could not stop himself staring down it and remembering earlier days.

"Daddy?"

Her voice had changed, subtly regressing from the confident 25 year old woman she now was to 7 years ago and the Summer of her blossoming and great discovery.

"Daddy, do you like what you see? How about now?"

She cupped her hands under her corset and pushed her breasts up even further so that virtually all her tit flesh down to her nipples was visible. She gave a little gasp as his cock visibly stirred in his trousers.

"We shouldn't be doing this. Not here, not now. It's wrong" but his voice held no real conviction and he made no move to prevent his bride to be daughter reach her hand between his legs and stroke his cock through the material of his morning suit.

He knew his daughter was a slut. Knew she was a cock hound but had thought that perhaps her marriage meant this was the end of those days. But she wasn't married yet, was she?

Her fingers were as quick and nimble as ever and in an instant she had his stiffening shaft in her hand and was slowly wanking it up and down while keeping her eyes locked with her fathers. It had been wrong all those years ago and it was wrong now but like then his body was not capable of resisting her charms. She bit her lower lip cutely then leaned down and engulfed his cock in her made up mouth and gave it a hard suck. 

Robert could not help himself, he looked at the blackened glass (glass that he knew the driver could not see through) then looked to the skies as if for divine intervention, then relaxed backward and opened his thighs slightly allowing his daughter easier access. Her fingers eased his big, hairy balls from inside his pants out and his cock expanded to it's full seven inches. Julie took her mouth away from the shiny, purple head for a moment to look at it before spearing it into her mouth, almost fully then slowly moving her head up and down on it. There was little he could do without messing up her outfit but his hands reached for her tits to flip them out of her wedding dress.

"No Daddy! I can't turn up looking like a little whore can I? No, you just lean back and let me do this for you. Just think of it as me repaying you for all you've done for me."

Her brilliant smile flashed at him before circling his cock again and she forced herself right down on it, until her nose was in his wiry, greying pubes and her tongue could slip out and prod at his balls. She held herself there for a few moments until she felt herself begin to gag before she pulled her lips back and allowed herself to breath again. This time her fingers found his scrotum and she began to erotically massage his balls while keeping his head in her mouth.

He looked out the tinted windows as the suburbs passed them by, from here on the edge of town, it would be a mere ten minutes to the church. They could hardly arrive like this, he would have to speed things up somewhat.

"Princess?"

"Yes Daddy?"

"Remember that special way I showed you that would speed me up? Remember? We did it that Christmas morning while your mother slept. Remember? Well I think you need to do that again if you want to finish this properly before I give you away."

The bride backed away a little and deftly undid her father's trousers further and slipped her right hand around the back and expertly explored his ass with her fingers.

Julie's finger wriggles and forages and finds what she was searching for and seconds later her long fingernails index finger presses itself up into her dad anus and pushed further. As soon as her finger had found the mark she dropped her head into his lap once again and greedily sucked on his dick. Her finger burrowed inside him for just a few moments before it triggered him and he bucked on the seat as suddenly his balls rapidly emptied into her gaping mouth.

Julie tightened her lips around her Daddy's member, careful not to spill a drop. Today was not the day to explain a strange, out of place stain. She relished the feeling of his cock pumping and throbbing inside her mouth, the thick, sticky liquid coating the innards of her mouth and throat, the stale, dull taste and the rush that went to her head of what exactly it was that she had just done. With her mouth near full to brimming with semen she gave the base of his dick one last squeeze before withdrawing both her mouth and her hand. She smiled at her father then opened her mouth to show him his cum pooled in her mouth. It was a rather sweet and pathetic, a daughter still seeking her fathers approval. He gave a nod and swallowed most of it in one go then held up her finger, fresh from his asshole and placed it between her lips and sexily sucked it then licked it clean.

Robert hurried himself in doing his trousers up and Julie smoothes her dress out and pulls it up and adjusts it just as the car starts to slow to a stop. Father and daughter share a look, a certain knowledge that this will not be the last time and then they are out, the unsuspecting chauffeur opening the door for them. As the organ music hits and they begin the long walk down the aisle Julie controls the little glob of cum in her mouth and keeps it for when she has to kiss her new husband.



Bride's Maid



I knew that the girl was looking at me since morning when I first saw her. I am here at my best friend's wedding which is going to be happening the next day. The place was surrounded by a crowd all the time. She seemed to be the friend of the bride and was struck up with the bride like a glue. I was eager to find a chance to speak with this beautiful girl.

The time was almost midnight and everyone was returning back to their homes. The bride and bridegroom returned to their respective rooms when it was 12 O' clock. Till then, we were all chatting and playing all sort of games. The stranger girl was all smiling and glancing at me often. I couldn't take my eyes of her pretty red saree decorated with glass beads and flowers. I tried to stop my imagination when my eyes caught a glimpse of her fair hips through her saree as she was dancing. I retired to the balcony and tried to work out a nice plan to speak with this un named girl the next day at least.

"Hi, Is it me you were wondering about, huh?" a voice from behind enquired me.

I turned around to see the girl who isn't named yet, standing a few inches from me. She was all smiling at me.

"I think I asked you a question."

"Sorry, I was just surprised to see you here." I replied.

She placed both her hands on her hips and bent her head slightly all the while smiling at me.

I went near her and looked at her slender frame. Her weight wouldn't be more than 50 kg and her sizes must be around. I was guessing everything in a split second and looked back at her.

"Are you finished?" she enquired mischievously.

"I think so," I said as I held her hands in mine.

I knew she likes me and wouldn't stop me at any cost. She took my hand in hers as I walked her to the terrace of the building. She walked with me without any objection. I locked the grill door and then walked with her into the open terrace. 

The cold breeze was making us both freeze to the core. I pulled her close as my hands cupped her shoulders tightly. My lips met hers and the kiss was quite passionate. Her body was trembling as my lips took control of hers. 

"Am I going too fast?" I enquired her as I unhooked her blouse. She was wearing a pink bra and panty. I could see her sweat profusely as my tongue ran all over her shoulders.

"I don't think this is fast, if you don't think I am a sluttish kind of girl," she replied in between her gasps.

"No, I won't dear provided you don't stop me at any point."

My lips moved down her body after spending enough time on her hardened nipples. Her breasts were sensitive to my touch and she was reactive in sex. My tongue ran all over her white soft skin before stopping at her erect nipples. I just slurped my lips and took a bite on each of her nipples until I felt I had enough of her beautiful mounds.

Meanwhile, her hands were stroking my hard member and I shot my cum all over her belly and her small hands. I knelt between her legs and made her spread it wide for me. She raised her legs to the sides and clutched my shoulders for support as I pulled her close to me.

"I am not a virgin," she informed me.

"Me neither."

I slid my hard cock inside her wet hole without any objection. My cock slid inside her and she hunched a little to accommodate me inside her body. I cupped her ass cheeks and pulled her up. My cock started sliding in and out of her almost tight hole.

"Mmmmm..." she made heavy gasps and long breaths as my tool was doing a good job of pounding her wet pussy.

"I thought of humping you but never thought it would happen so fast," I spoke between my gasps due to my hard humping on her.

"How big are you?" she asked me.

"I think a 7"," I replied as I rolled her to hunch on her back so that I could ride her like a bitch in doggy style.

"Don't cum inside me." She kind of ordered me.

Her voice crippled into a loud moan and she collapsed onto the cold floor of the terrace. I rubbed the cum off my cock on her flat tummy and scooped her face up into my hands. Her hair was a mess due to our furious copulation. She smiled at me. Her smile still looked fabulous to me. I pulled her closer to kiss her lips one more time for the night. Her lips tasted a bit of my cum. I took her head and placed it on my lap. I knew she was too tired but I wanted to feel that luscious lips wrapped around my hard organ. She obliged to my wish.

"Thank you," I said smiling as she turned back to see me.

"My name is Kavya."



Bride's Night



Rebecca admired herself in the mirror. In a week she would become Mrs. Richard Peña in the wedding she had always dreamed of, but for now she could have a sneak preview of herself as a vision in white.

The dress was perfect. The patterned lace clung to her upper body and enveloped her arms, leaving her shoulders bare to the touch. The layers of material covering her legs made her laugh, but rustled pleasingly as she practiced walking down the aisle. And when she put on the tiara, she did indeed feel like a princess.

"No fucking way!" screamed Jenny as she stormed into the room.

Rebecca giggled at her maid of honor. "What's the problem?"

Jenny slapped at her bridesmaid dress. "This is a nightmare! No fucking way am I going to wear this!"

By now Sara and Beth wandered in, matching Jenny's outfit but not as angry - just resigned.

"Honestly, Jenny," chimed in Sara. "This shade of blue could be making a comeback..."

"Bullshit!" she growled back. "This color was buried with lots of other toxic waste and laws were specifically passed against it."

Beth pointed to the bunched-up material near her shoulder. "The flower-thing may have been going too far."

Rebecca rolled her eyes. "Geeze, guys! It's only for a day. Besides, everyone's going to be looking at me, anyway!" she winked.

Jenny crossed her arms. "That's it. We're going on strike. We're not being shown the proper respect with these dresses."

Rebecca gasped. "Hey!"

"No. You brought this on yourself," Jenny insisted. "I knew that bridesmaid gowns where supposed to be ugly, but you crossed the line, Becky."

Rebecca narrowed her eyes. "You know, you can be replaced." She turned to Sara. "You're my new maid of honor, Lefty!"

Sara smiled broadly and clapped her hands for joy. Beth gave her a congratulatory hug and kiss on the cheek.

Jenny caved.

"O.K.," grumbled the original maid of honor. "I won't strike. But you've got a lot of making up to do for this."

Rebecca hugged her friend. "I'd kiss your feet if it would make you feel better."

Jenny smiled slyly and nudged Rebecca to the floor. "Actually Becky, it would."

Rebecca hadn't really intended to do such a thing, but feeling playful she figured it couldn't hurt. Besides, the dresses were pretty scary. The wedding dress rustled some more and spread out around her as the bride-to-be got down on her knees.

Jenny's feet were bare for padding around the house while trying on her new dress, as were their two friends. Rebecca figured that she'd need better access, so to make things comfortable for them both, she grabbed her friend's hips and guided her back to the bed to sit down. She'd done this many times before with Richard to give him a blow job, and found herself getting short of breath in anticipation now as she had then. Locking eyes with Jenny, she got a feeling that her friend was picking up a similar sensual vibe.

Sara and Beth looked at each other and shrugged over this power play.

Rebecca slid her hands down Jenny's thighs, noting how firm they were to the touch, and picked up her feet. She settled in the right one and leaned forward to plant a gentle kiss on it. The plan was for just one and then calling them even, but the feeling of Jenny's skin against her lips was very pleasant, so she dwelled a little longer, kissing along the top and sides of the foot. Jenny jerked back a little and inhaled sharply at the tickling sensation.

Rebecca stopped and looked up with a sly smile. "Is it good for you?"

"It's a start," purred Jenny.

By now, the other two sat down on the bed, mesmerized.

Emboldened, Rebecca thought she would shock her friends and started sucking on Jenny's toes. But rather than laugh and wrap up the teasing, Jenny sighed deliciously and wriggled her toes across Becky's caressing tongue. Rebecca started to hunger for more and picked up the other foot, kissing and licking it without caring how it would look. Gazing up, she saw that Jenny's eyes were half closed with pleasure and her nipples were fully erect, poking through the dress. At least the material was good, she thought.

With that joke, Rebecca snapped out of it and stopped.

"You two want us to leave?" joked Beth. Sara giggled.

"No, I think that should take care of it - shouldn't it, Jenny?" Rebecca patted her friend's calf.

Jenny gazed square into her eyes. "Kiss my ass."

She said it as a command, but with no hostility, almost a beckoning.

The four friends sat still for a moment, waiting for the bride to respond - letting them know if it was a joke taken too far and playtime was over, or if doors were opening between them than would sweep them up into uncharted territory.

Without a word, Rebecca slid her hands up Jenny's legs and flipped her over, pulling up her dress and revealing thong underwear exposing her firm bare ass.

Rebecca had gotten so used to Richard's hairy butt that she forgot how round and smooth a woman's bottom could be. She stroked Jenny's skin, admiring it before leaning forward (with more rustling) and nestling her two lips against a cheek and quietly circling around with a series of kisses. Rebecca could feel her corseted breasts pressing up against the edge of the bed, her nipples stirring to attention. 

Jenny writhed and reached out, grabbing Sara's hand for contact.

Beth got up and slowly backed towards the door. 

"You don't have to go," Jenny cooed from the bed.

"I'll be right back," whispered Beth. "I've got some things that might be useful."

Sara stroked Jenny's hair and absent-mindedly kissed her hand. She then got an idea and rose from the bed and to rummage in Rebecca's dresser.

"Becky, stop for a moment. Try this," Sara said as she tapped Rebecca on her shoulder.

The bride lifted her head dreamily and smiled. Sara brushed Rebecca's hair from her face and leaned in with a tube of deep red lipstick. Rebecca laughed and spread her mouth open, noticing that Sara's face was flushed with excitement as she tilted closer to get a good look while cradling Rebecca's face to steady her shaky hand. Layer and layer of lipstick went on, Sara's face getting closer and closer. Then she smiled and kissed Rebecca's nose. "All done. Now you'll leave your mark."

Rebecca smiled and put kiss after kiss all over Jenny's ass, smacking noisily - which made Jenny sigh all the more. Sara watched quietly, slowly stroking her own swelling breasts.

Beth came back in and gasped, maneuvering over for a better look at Rebecca's handiwork. "Oh my God, Jenny! Your ass is just covered."

Rebecca laughed and swept her hair away from her face, causing Sara to look at her and burst out laughing.

"What?" Rebecca pleaded. By now, Beth and Jenny had taken a good look at Rebecca and were cackling as well.

Rebecca ran over to the mirror and could see what was so funny. The lipstick as smeared around her mouth and made her look like a clown. A clown in a pretty wedding gown with mussed up hair and a tiara very much askew.

Jenny rose clumsily from the bed and sauntered over to her, wrapping her arms around the bride's waist and leaning into her. "Hmmm, you're beautiful."

Rebecca smiled and hugged her friend's arms. "Thank you."

Sara walked over and took Rebecca by the cheek, bringing her face close. "But you're not finished until you take care of all your bridesmaids." And with that she kissed Rebecca full on the lips and slipped her tongue inside.

It had been years since Rebecca had kissed another woman. Even then, it was just another girl and they were giggling and practicing for when they'd have to kiss boys. This time, it wasn't play-acting. A woman was kissing her - and she was kissing back.


Beth guided Rebecca's mouth towards hers, and now the bride was getting lost in the new sensations of so many women: the lips, the perfume, the hair, the ugly dresses.

"We've got to get you all out of these," she muttered around Beth's tongue while she tugged at her dress.

"Tell you what," cooed Jenny, nuzzling her neck and pressing up against her back. "Getting us out of these monstrosities is your job. But you have to keep wearing your gown. You're too cute in it."

With that, Rebecca pulled the dress off of Beth's shoulders and over her breasts, letting it fall to the floor. Becky cautiously slid her hands down Beth's chest to circle her fingers around the other woman's nipples, luxuriating in their firmness and finding her own tightening in empathy.

Beth sighed and arched her back, giving Rebecca all the motivation she needed to swoop down and wrap her lips around each pink nipple. Sara came up from behind Beth and supported her, while Jenny leaned gently against the bride, her hands massaging around Becky's hips and thighs - the dress rustling more and more.

Sara guided them to the bed and lay Beth down, kissing her deeply on the mouth as Rebecca started to explore down her belly towards her panties.

Rebecca had pulled down Richard's shorts many times, often kissing around his throbbing cock until his grinding hips made the erect member pound against the sides of her face and he clawed at her upper arms in frustration over her teasing. But Beth's flower printed (and quite damp) panties were a new world for her. "I could still stop," she thought. "I could sneeze and burst out laughing and we'd all move on and never talk about this again. But she smells so good and her breathing is so excited and Sara looks so hot kissing her like that and Jenny - my God, the way she's touching me back there..."

Jenny was riding up the many layers of white material, brushing them against Rebecca's legs as she peeled away the covering to eventually reveal her garter stockinged legs and no panties - well, she had to dress the way she would for Richard - and then Jenny would be playing with her pussy before Becky could work up the nerve to explore Beth's. And that was one competition she wasn't going to lose.

Rebecca wrenched down Beth's panties and buried her mouth into her vagina. Beth yelped in surprise, then laughed and ground her crotch into Rebecca's face. Sara looked over and smiled, her hand wandering over to Beth's heaving breasts before sliding her tongue back into her waiting mouth.

The musk overwhelmed Rebecca at first, followed by the moistness. She had to take a moment to wipe her chin, but slowly she reinserted her tongue and dabbed it around Beth's clit. Beth moaned, the sigh of pleasure muffled by Sara's mouth, who moaned back. Rebecca found herself moaning, too - in part as a way to retract her quickly fatiguing tongue. "I don't know how Richard is able to keep this tonguing up for so long. I owe him a great deal for that. Maybe I'll make him come all over my face and lick it all up. I bet that's just what he'd like." She smiled over that, her lips brushing against Beth's lips, both so alive to the touch that both shivered at the sensation.

"Someone's dressing like a naughty girl," cooed Jenny.

"Damn! She'd completely lifted my dress and I wasn't paying attention. Now they'll all know I'm not wearing any underwear," thought Rebecca. Then she realized that they were all probably past that given their various states of entanglement.

She tilted her head around and rested it against Beth's writhing belly. "Well, a girl's gotta give her man a little thrill on the wedding night." 

Jenny smiled and was having none of that. "I think this makes you a bad girl." And she lightly slapped the bride on her bare ass. "A bad, bad girl." And emphasized that with a few more spanks, each one a little harder.

Rebecca laughed and shook her ass a little, then got back to eating out Beth. Jenny stroked Becky's lightly reddened cheeks a little then repositioned herself and gave a more serious spank. Rebecca gasped, but wanted more and licked Beth's crotch hungrily.

Not being stopped, Jenny rubbed her ass a little more and spanked again. Then gave the cheek a little kiss and spanked it even harder and continued. Rebecca jolted at each blow, took the sting in and directed it towards Beth's clit, sliding a finger into her hole to further massage her. Beth was close to coming and Sara was caught up in the moment. And then with a final slap from Jenny, Beth bucked up from the bed and stiffened, her legs twisting closed to protect her now extremely sensitive nub. Rebecca couldn't help herself and kept massaging with her finger and licking whatever part of her body was in front of her, Beth's whimpers again muffling through Sara's mouth.

"Ah, Ahh, Ahhh!" gasped Beth before collapsing into a puddle on the bed. Sara stroked her breasts while Jenny stood quietly, one hand gently stroking the bride's ass, the other rubbing her own crotch.

While the other two had found release through Beth's orgasm, Rebecca found herself just getting started. There were two other sexy women to get off (at least once) and the night had just begun.

"You're next, my pretty," she purred as she crawled over Beth towards Sara.

Sara, surprisingly, backed off a little and giggled. "Play with Jenny for a bit. I've got something to prepare." And she hopped off the bed.

Rebecca shrugged, gave Beth a big kiss ("So how do you like your taste? Not as much as I just did, I bet.") and yanked Jenny on top of her.

"Whoa there, big fella!" laughed Jenny in surprise. "Easy on the rough stuff."

"This from the bitch who thought she could spank my ass and get away with it!" growled Rebecca as she wrestled her friend beneath her. "Somebody's gotta pay for my pains, and it might as well be you!"

Rebecca flopped her knees next to Jenny's breasts and lowered her crotch over her maid of honor's mouth.

Jenny started laughing. "Help! I'm being buried by taffeta!" she gasped, and then started to kiss and lick Rebecca's snatch. The bride twisted with pleasure and started to lean forward to return the favor.

Again, Rebecca thought of Richard and how they would sixty-nine. Her hands sliding up and down his tool as she'd lick and nibble the head, all the time riding his mouth, directing his tongue to the best spot. Much as she loved Jenny knowing just where to apply the right kind of pressure, she really wished she had a nice firm cock in her hand and mouth.

"Honey, I'm home!" announced Sara, bounding in. Rebecca stopped and looked up. Beth half opened her eyes and rolled over. Jenny had to work her way through layers of white material to see what was happening.

Sara had found some of Richard's clothes and was wearing them, a shirt and tie and loose jeans with her long black hair bunched up under a cap. She would have almost pulled it off if she wasn't a little Asian chick with enhanced breasts instead of a six foot two Latin guy with a hairy chest.

She mocked shock at the sight of three women in various stages of ecstasy on the bed and dropped her bag. "What's going on here, honey?"

Rebecca chuckled and dismounted Jenny. "Nothing, sweetheart! Just girl stuff." Beth busted up and Sara almost broke character, but forged on. Jenny smiled lazily and cuddled against Beth.

"That's nice, honey," and "he" gave her a friendly pat on the ass - which still stung a little from Jenny's spanking. ("Oh, she'll pay for that.")

Rebecca played along. "You must be tired after a long day of work, sweetie!"

Sara gave an exaggerated stretch and sat down on the bed. "Whew, you said it, pumpkin! But I'm so much better now that I'm back home with my little woman. Come here, you vixen!" And with that "he" pulled "his" bride onto his lap.

Rebecca laughed and gave "her man" a big hug. "You know bubba, I never noticed before but you have really beautiful eyes... my husband."

"The better to see you with, honey bunch!"

Jenny and Beth were getting very amused by all this, as was Rebecca, who figured that she should give "Richard" a special treat so she slid off "his" lap onto the floor.

"And what a big chest you have, Richard," she cooed.

"It was a growth spurt!" chortled Beth, causing Sara to break character for a moment and give her friend a playful slap for the teasing.

"Hey, I never said I didn't buy a few improvements!" But Sara's attention was brought back to Rebecca's hands, which were sliding down her chest towards her pants.

"And what a big..." Becky had to stop for a moment because on reaching Sara's zipper she discovered that there actually was a large bulge protruding under the baggy material. "Well, what a big tool you do seem to have."

Sara smiled slyly. "The better to boink you with, wifey."

Becky felt it out the shape through the cloth. It certainly did feel like a large erection. As she got closer to the base, to her relief she could start to make out various straps. With that she rejoined the fantasy and started to kiss the bulge as she reached for the zipper.

The other two women were curious about Becky's pausing, so they came over to watch, gasping when the bride pulled "his" pants down and revealed a large latex penis strapped on to Sara's groin. Rebecca smiled and hungrily slid her mouth over it.

Sara shrugged to Jenny. "A girl's gotta have a hobby."

"Well, I'm glad I'm not the only one," chimed in Beth and pulled her bag onto the bed, turning it over to spill out an assortment of dildos and vibrators.

Rebecca was too caught up in her blow job to notice much. The feeling of the hard-on sliding in and out of her mouth was just what she needed in her ecstatic state. While her head bobbed up and down, her hands alternated between massaging the erection and caressing Sara's thighs and belly. Sara got very much into it, thrusting "her" cock in and out and grunting.

Beth picked out a large double dildo and teased it around Jenny's lips. Jenny needed no more coaxing and grabbed it, forcing it deep into her mouth. Beth did the same, and the three women noisily slurped away, muffled groans joining Sara's sighs.

Sara finally got to her feet and pulled Rebecca up to make her bend over. Without a word "he" hiked up "his" bride's dress and massaged her hole, guiding her strap-on into it. Rebecca shuddered at the size of it and let out a deep moan realizing that all of this attention to vaginas had not personally been directed at hers until this moment.

As Sara slowly started to pump Rebecca from behind, the bride watched Jenny and Beth sucking on the double dildo. "Mmmm, that looks so good," she sighed.

Beth disengaged and smiled at Becky. "Want a taste?"

Rebecca nodded.

Beth pulled it out of Jenny's mouth (with a wimper) and held it just out of Rebecca's reach. By now Sara had her phallus deep into the bride and was slowly pulling it back out. Rebecca extended her lips and tongue out for just a lick, but Beth kept pulling it away at the last minute. Sara watched this and thrust her cock in and out a little faster.

"Please" panted the bride.

"All in good time," teased Beth. With that, she pushed Jenny flat on her back and pulled her hips closer. Beth then slid one end of the double dong into Jenny's snatch, who writhed with pleasure, and wiggled the other end in Rebecca's direction, but still out of reach. Smiling Beth started to give Jenny a blow job, sliding her mouth up and down the dildo as she slid it in and out of Jenny. Jenny arched her back and moaned deeply.

"Oh, damn! That looks so hot..." muttered Rebecca as she started grinding against Sara's thrusts. She'd never done more than one man before - let alone fucked a woman or so many at once, but the thought of a cock in her mouth and snatch was making her tremble with pleasure. She started to claw at the blanket near Jenny and soon grabbed her foot. Reaching behind her, she nudged Sara to follow her onto the bed as she crawled towards Beth and Jenny. On reaching them, she leaned her face near Beth's and guided the dildo out of her mouth and into her own. At the same time, Sara reinserted hers and Rebecca almost came on the spot. Instead she buckled down and sucked harder and writhed with Sara's thrusts.




Bride's Night



Beth, in the meantime, lay down on the bed and slid under the bride, loosening her bodice enough to get at her breasts, showering them with kisses and suckling.

And the orgasm started. Deep at the base of her skull and firing through her throbbing clit, dancing around her moistened nipples and setting off charges on her lips. "Oh!" she muffled around the dildo in her mouth. "Ohhh!" she repeated, pounding back against Sara. "AHHH!" she screamed, her mouth popping off the dildo as she buried her face into Jenny's thigh. And she bucked and shrieked, Sara thrusting her home and Beth and Jenny both caressing the bride as her body convulsed again and again with mounting explosions inside until she could barely see the stars that scattered behind her eyelids and had to melt into a sweaty puddle and soak in the afterglow.

***

Thankfully, the dress could be repaired and dry cleaned with no questions asked.

The bridesmaids ended up with much more tasteful dresses for the wedding itself.

Everyone commented on how radiant the bride looked, especially a few days before the wedding when she had a certain "glow."

And Richard discovered on their honeymoon that his wife was insatiable and he'd have to work very hard to keep up with her.



Brides Pt. 01



All characters are fictional and over 18.

*****

"I can't believe you talked me into this," Cindy chided her roommate after she'd tripped for what had to have been the eleventh time. Both girls were soaking wet and Cindy had lost her sandals circumnavigating the waterfall. 

"Didn't I tell you there was something behind the falls?" Rachel grinned from behind drenched black tresses. 

"Yeah, a big smelly cave. What a discovery!" Cindy chided. 

She'd never considered just how much force the seemingly serene Butterhill Falls waters had, but after being battered and pushed into the water, Cindy wouldn't soon forget. Rachel, of course, had somehow managed to finesse her way through the falls without suffering any indignities. 

Rachel was already charging up her crank-powered LED flashlight. "How do you know this isn't some ancient Native American burial ground or something? This could be a great discovery!" 

"What tribe buried their dead behind a waterfall, Rachel? How would they even get the bodies through that?" Cindy rung out the bottom of her tanktop. 

"Oh, then who do you think made that?" Rachel nodded down the cavern, shining the light in that direction. 

Cindy gasped at the site of what appeared to be a roughly hewn gargoyle carved into a relief within the wall. 

"You've got to be kidding me." 

Both girls approached the statue. Water had worn away many of its features, but Cindy could make out the shape of some kind of winged, clawed monster. 

"OK, really creeped out now," Cindy protested. 

"What? Really? Come on, Cind, this is fucking incredible! We need to go in!" 

"Uhm, no! Whatever someone did in here, they wanted it to be secret. This could be some pervert's secret kidde porn dungeon!" 

Rachel snickered. "Now who's being ridiculous?" 

Cindy grimaced. "I can't, Rachel. I didn't have the shoes for this before and I definitely don't now. I'm cold, wet, and cranky. 

Rachel pouted. "Can you at least wait here for a few minutes while I go have a look?" 

"Why?" Cindy sighed. "Fine. Go. I'll wait here. Just be careful!" 

Rachel bounded off in one of her trademark fits of hyperactivity while Cindy shook her head. 

Cindy leaned up angle the wall of the cave, listening the torrent outside. She'd always been calmed by the sound of falling water, but it just wasn't doing the trick here, maybe because she knew she'd have to go back out the same way she'd come in. She tried to put herself in Rachel's frame of mind - that this was a totally awesome discovery - but she just couldn't. This place was dark and wrong somehow. 

She'd left her phone back on the shore, so she had no way of gauging how much time was passing. After what had to have been 20 minutes, she called down the hallway for Rachel. No reply. 

A strange, stale breeze wafted up from the depths, oddly spicy and pungent. She backed away, accidentally stumbling into the small, demonic statue. From a distance she hadn't realized just how flimsy it was, but it easily shattered under her weight. 

She'd barely had time to curse before she felt something powerful grab at her from behind, pulling her through the wall as though it wasn't even there. It dragged her over 20 feet before roughly depositing her on the ground. 

Cindy choked on a scream, looking around wildly. Whatever had grabbed her had disappeared from sight. The room she found herself in was dark except for a strange biolumiscence coming from the fleshy floor on which she now stood. The pale green grow did little to illuminate the shadows, however. Whatever had attacked her was probably still in here. 

She did see the "break" in the wall through which she'd been dragged, however and could still hear the waterfall. 

Cindy scrambled to her feet, ignoring the disturbing nature of the floor, and made a break for the corridor. She got no more than five feet before she felt something grab her around the waist and lift her off her feet. She struggled against its grip, pushing against the arm that held her. To her horror, it felt scaly, with numerous small spiky protrusions. 

Cindy screamed as loudly as she could and screamed even louder when she saw Rachel come into view beyond the break in the wall. Her friend was looking around confused, her calling her name. 

"She can't hear you," a deep, bestial voice rumbled from behind her. "Those who built this place saw to that." Cindy screamed again anyway. 

"No, Rachel, don't leave, please, I'M IN HERE!" Cindy protested as her friend stepped out of view. 

The thing holding her smelled musky and pungent; the scent was almost making her dizzy. It again deposited her on the ground and she flipped around to view her antagonist. 

She quickly wished she hadn't. 

The creature - the thing that attacked her couldn't possibly be considered a man - stood nearly seven feet tall and was muscled like an Olympic bodybuilder. Every inch of him was covered in greenish scales and bony spikes at the joints. The creature's brutal claws looked as though they could strip the flesh off a bear. A barbed, reptilian tale swished behind it. Its face was oddly more mamalian and, although it too was scaled, it appeared to be somewhat lupine. Two large horns crowned its head, and it looked at her with burning yellow, slitted eyes. 

Cindy stared wide-eyed, afraid to move. 

"Cindy, is it?" It sniffed the air around her noisily, kneeling down in front of her. 

"I ... didn't mean to ... disturb ... your home, I just want ... to ... go. Please let me go!" 

"My home?" it snorted. It slowly grabbed her ankles, sliding her closer. 

"Please, I have money. I'll help you get whatever you want. Please!" Cindy whimpered. 

The creature's laugh was a cacophony of tormented screams. "Oh, you'll do more than help me, my little beast. You'll serve me. You'll crave me. You will be my bride." 

"I don't understand. Mmmarry? You?" 

It laughed. "No, my dear, you will be mine, mind, body and soul." 

She squirmed in his grip as he raised her bare feet to his mouth and sniffed deeply. His long, forked tongue lashed out, dancing between toes, caressing her arches. Little jolts of electricity felt like they were running down her leg to her groin. She couldn't believe how good it felt. She bit her lip to stifle a moan of pleasure. Her feet were soon glistening with his oily saliva. She made a few half-hearted attempts to kick him, but the struggle only excited him further. He lurched forward and put her toes in his mouth. She could feel his fangs slightly sliding across the tips of her toes as he sucked them. Cindy could no longer help it: she moaned loudly, hips bucking as her pussy moistened. She wiggled and spread her toes to allow him better access between them. She'd always been disgusted by the idea of a foot fetish, but this... she nearly forgot that it was a monster performing the ministrations. 

Without warning it pulled her legs apart and pulled her forward violently. She only caught a glimpse of a snakelike penis, the tip a hideous fang-filled mouth, straighten and hiss before he impaled her on it. 

Cindy screamed. The monstrous member was burning hot and she could feel it slithering, exploring her insides. 

"Now, Cindy," the monster panted, "I make you mine." 

It grinded against her slowly, the slithering motion of the dick more stimulating than any vibrator. 

"Please, please, I'm, I'm a virgin," she protested, panting heavily. 

"Not anymore." He thrust and she felt the tip bite her beneath her pelvic bone and her world went white with pleasure. 

Cindy licked her lips and drooled, eyes wild. She'd never been this aroused, this horny. The creature's massive shaft glided back and forth between her folds, kindling an intense heat within her groin. She hated herself for loving it, hated how her hips were instinctually matching his rhythm. Her moans were wanton, desperate. She wanted him inside her farther, to accommodate more of that massive shaft. 

The creature snarled and roared, startling and exciting her. When she saw the bulge working its way down his shaft, she gasped; when it exploded inside her she choked on her own breath. His spunk was both blazing hot and frigid cold and there was a lot of it. She could feel it leaking out of her even as she felt it creep deep inside her. She came instantly, but the beast wouldn't stop. The burning cold flowed to her fingertips and toes, making them tingle. 

Cindy's tongue lolled out of her mouth, farther and longer than before, longer than even seemed possible. She didn't recognize the perverse cooing sounds coming from her mouth that were both higher and lower pitched than she thought she could have made. The monster buried his shaft in her, but rather than splitting her open, it felt tight, snug, wonderful. What was happening? The beast was almost to climax again, as she could feel another bulge working it's way down his shaft. 

"Be my bride, Cindy." His growled between clenched teeth. 

"No, no, no, nooooooooooo!" She cried in her unfamiliar voice as she felt his cum shoot into her again. Her cry turned to an ear-piercing, inhuman squeal. She clenched her fingers mid-orgasm, her fingernails turning black and growing longer, sharper. The monster looked at her foot, entranced at the sight of her growing, blackening toenails. He sniffed and licked her soles again. 

She looked up at him with a wild look in her eyes. She felt incredible, alive and powerful and hungry... so hungry. The creature fucking her was changing her, violating her mind as well as her body. She raked at his scaly face with her toe claws, but it only seemed to excite him into another orgasm. This one hit even deeper than the last and she let out another unholy scream through teeth that were elongating and sharpening into fangs. When she looked at him again it was with yellow, reptilian eyes. She hissed at him, part seductively, part in rage. Her claws were longer now, more brutal and he was sucking on the one on her big toe. Cindy grinned and moaned bestially. Master was making her powerful, strong. Making her his. She loved it. No, no, no had to resist. 

"Noooooooooo!" 

Cindy groped at her face as more and more of the corrupting fluid poured into her. Her nose and mouth were pushing outward into a vaguely reptilian muzzle. Her flesh was mottling, turning green in splotches, smooth skin warping into jagged scales. The sensations were too much as the monster's power altered her mind, bringing out wicked fetishes and perverse appetites. 

Her skin was nearly covered in jagged green scales now. The creature licked at her heels as brutal spurs erupted from them. Cindy's mutating face pulsed and elongated, she blinked, seeing for the first time through a third eye. Her fangs were inches long now, forming into a brutal crossbite. She arched her back to relieve the pressure in her back as a sharp spike pushed it's way through her coccyx, a thick, whiplike tail following it. Her master shifted for more leverage, working more of his spunk into her. Cindy snarled and hissed hungrily milking his cock with her increasingly articulated pussy. She orgasmed yet again as thin, vertical fangs sprouted from her labia, biting into the tough armor of his dick. Her clit lengthened to a long, prehensile tongue that licked up her master's slime hungrily. 

"Fuck me," she growled throatily, wiggly her toes seductively. She was hungry, so hungry. Master ejaculated one final time. Two thick points pushed through her forehead, curling upward and to the sides and over and behind her head. Her hair tied itself in knots, becoming ropey tentacles. 

He withdrew 24 inches from her slowly, buckets of slime plopping noisily to the floor. 

"Who rules you?" 

Cindy was still in the throes of orgasm. 

"I said, who rules you?" 

Cindy licked her fangs, "You, Master." 

"You are now a vessel for my power. You are my first bride, the Demon of Corruption." She cooed wickedly. Yes, corruption. She could feel Master within her, polluting every cell in her body. 

"Feels good, doesn't it, my pet?" 

"So good, master. Thank you for putting your cock inside me." Cindy found she knew things, strange things. Like her Master was an ancient evil from whom the world was stolen long ago, sealed away by wicked men who wanted to deny the world's women the pleasure of his cock. She snarled just thinking about the terrible injustice of it. 

Cindy looked down at her clawed hands. When she opened her third eye, she found she was able to see the heat signatures of her body and the cave. How was any of this possible? She was a good Christian girl from a moral family. Sure, she'd maybe made a few exceptions since going to college, but a demon? How? 

Her master's snarl instinctively snapped her out of her daydream, her own mouth-cunt returning the sound, sending a mind-numbing rush of pleasure to Cindy's brain. All her thoughts were immediately pushed out of her head, replaced with horniness and hunger. 

"Master," she hissed seductively. 

Master had entered some kind of meditative trance not long after he'd corrupted her, the purpose of it not among the information he'd implanted in her head. She wasn't sure how long he had been that way as she, herself, had been lost in the euphoric aftershocks of her transformation. 

"It is as I feared," Master whispered, almost softly. Corruption listened intently. "Your flesh is not enough." 

Corruption felt panic run through her wicked body and she curled up in fear of his wrath. "Forgive me, Master!" 

This seemed to amuse Master. "No forgiveness is needed, Corruption. I'd nearly forgotten what a formidable opponent he was." 

She didn't understand what he was talking about, but she adopted a less submissive pose. She listened expectantly. 

"You broke the seal on my prison, my bride, but there is more keeping me here than a door. This place is not of your world, nor am I any longer. I cannot leave this ... prison." 

She almost pitied him, this powerful, potent creature, but pity was an emotion for weak girls, not demons. A disturbing thought crossed her mind. Was she trapped her too? 

As though telepathic, Master said, "You, however, are a creature of this world and it is through you that I will once again make myself a part of it." 

Her snatch drooled at the thought. Master needed her. "What is your bidding, Master?" 

"I haven't seen her," Joe said, unconcerned, as he took another bite of pizza. "I thought you guys were going exploring or something." 

Rachel looked down at her own untouched slice, hands on her forehead. "I'm starting to get worried." 

"You're always worried about her. She's a big girl." 

It was a running joke in her circle of friends that Cindy was her little sister, made all the "funnier" by the fact that Rachel was half a year younger. But Cindy had lived a sheltered, religious upbringing with extremely strict parents. She'd begun coming out of her shell at college - convincing her that it was okay to curse had been a victory - but she still was reserved about anything to do with dating or boys and would quickly change the subject whenever sex came up. 

"You know how she does that thing?" Joe continued, mouth half full. "That thing where she gets mad and doesn't talk to anyone for awhile and if you ask her if something's wrong, she says nothing is wrong even though there is?" 

"She hasn't done that in forever," Rachel snapped. It was true, the girl had become a lot more assertive over the last year. Joe appeared unconvinced. 

For a moment the two sat in silence in the pizzeria. Joe finally sighed and said, "Did something happen?" 

"I don't know. We found this place." 

Rachel described the cave behind the waterfall and the strange statue she and Cindy had found. When Rachel had left to explore farther into the cave, the footing had quickly become treacherous, the tunnel curving sharply downward, nearly becoming a climb at points. 

And the smell! It was everywhere. A powerful musk that left her dizzy at times. She had half-suspected to run into a bear, but there had been no tracks, offal or other signs of an animal's passing. Every instinct she had was telling her to turn back, but Rachel had long made a point of channeling her fear into motivation. She was going to find out what was down here. 

And she did. 

"Well?" Joe prodded. 

"It was, some kind of temple." 

In the dim light of her LED, the figures had cast nightmarish shadows. Where the statue by the waterfall had been vague and impressionistic, these were crafted with nearly impossible detail, frozen in frightful poses that reflected bestial rage, or perhaps pain. Each gargoyle was roughly man-sized and each a unique horror of fangs, horns, and tails. 

"Bullshit." 

"Why the fuck would I make that up?" 

"So you're telling me, that behind Butterhill waterfall there's a secret passage to an ancient temple that only you know about and there's some kind of grotesque sculpture garden inside? And only you know about it? I'm calling bullshit." 

"No," Rachel grimaced. "Not just me. Joe, I'm really worried about Cindy. There's something seriously wrong about that place." 

Joe made a clicking sound. "I'll tell her you're looking for her if I see her, OK?" 

The creature watched Rachel leave the pizzeria from the trees, her clit licking her labial fangs. 

You always got everything your way, Rachel, the monster mused, but not this time. Master chose me to be his first. One day soon Rachel would know how good it felt to give herself over to darkness, but not yet. First she had to show Master what a good bride she was, that she was a wicked, evil demoness worthy of his special favor. If she brought Rachel to him now, her friend might steal the spotlight like she always had. 

Corruption turned her head to the sound of giggling. 

Two petite college girls were returning from dinner, chatting about a friend of their's who was not present. Corruption could make out every detail of the conversation, even from this distance. 

"I always feel interrogated when she's talking to me," said the freckled brunette. "She just has to be so intense about everything." 

"She just likes to turn the conversation away from herself," said the Asian girl. "She's just shy ... what is it?" 

"Did you hear that?" 

Corruption had nearly closed the distance on them in the heartbeat, diving behind a nearby dumpster. The exhiliration she felt as her predatory instincts came alive was intoxicating. She'd never felt as powerful as she did now, hunting these girls. Her prey. 

"No, it was probaly just ..." 

Corruption couldn't stand the wait. She sprang into their midst, tackling the Asian girl hard to the ground. Her friend didn't even have time to scream before the demon backhanded her, sending her sprawling to the ground. 

Through the haze of primal urges, Cindy thought for just a moment, what the hell am I doing? These girls could have been her friends. She thought she may have had a class with one of them. She could just walk away, maybe. Then brunette girl groaned as she was beginning to pick herself up off the floor. 

The sound triggered something within her and she felt her pussy begin to stir. No, no, no, no, no! Cindy felt her lips begin to twitch, curling back to reveal her fangs, a predatory growl rumbling in her throat. 

The girl had turned to look at her attacker, eyes going wide and mouth agape. 

Corruption grabbed the back of her head and shoved her prehensile clit into the girl's mouth before she could scream. The demon explored the girl's mouth with her clit, savoring the tactile sensations of tongue and tooth. The girl coughed and gagged on the steady flow of thick cunt cream pouring into her throat as Corruption panted and groaned, aroused by both the physical sensations and the thought of violating this innocent. 




Brides Pt. 01



The girl soon stopped struggling and it felt like she was beginning to return the ministrations, sucking and kissing at Corruption's clit. 

Nearby, the other girl was coming around, still recovering from the shock of the earlier impact. Corruption swung her tail, catching her in the side of the head and sending her plummeting back to the ground. The demon roared in revelry of the chaos. 

The girl at her knees groped at her hips, hungrily and sloppily swallowing her juices.The girl's ministrations soon brought Corruption to orgasm. The demon let loose an unholy roar as a torrent of slimy juices erupted from her cunt, coating the girl's head in a thick layer of slime. She held the girl steady in her clawed grasp as the climax continued, her charge coated from head to knees. 

The slime was hardening around the girl, becoming high-viscosity membrane. Corruption released her and the girl obediently knelt still as the demon finished coating her. The membrane became opaque, hardening into a fleshy shell. Corruption pushed the girl over onto her back and coated her lower legs and feet. She watched with perverse interest as the membrane expanded, seemingly filling up with some kind of fluid. 

"What's going on here ... what the fuck?" 

Admidst her orgasmic revelry, Corruption hadn't noticed the police officer approaching. Stunned by the site of this impossible creature, the officer was clumsily fumbling for his sidearm. Corruption snarled and leapt, landing on him with all fours, digging her finger and toe claws into his flesh. She silenced his screams with a vicious bite to the neck. His blood was warm and delicious. 

Corruption helped herself to several more chunks of meat, but she knew she was too exposed where she was. She approached the egg sac in the place where the brunette had been, lifted it effortlessly and deposited it in the dumpster. She scooped up the unconscious Asian girl in one arm and the police officer's corpse in the other, fleeing into the night. 

The rush of adrenaline Cindy had felt in town slowly faded as she made her way back to the waterfall. Her two burdens had gotten increasingly heavier, to the point where she was forced to abandon the cop's body in the woods. The girl remained unconscious, but her dead weight made her difficult to move. A twinge of vaguely familiar fear had crept into the back of her mind. She'd killed a cop. They were going to be looking for her for ... no, they wouldn't be looking for a supernatural creature and they certainly wouldn't connect it to her human name. 

Human name... 

Cindy dragged her charge to the edge of the pond, her destination, the waterfall, finally in sight. In the pale moonlight, she caught site of her reflection. Something was different. Her repitlian features were losing their angularity. Shocked, she looked at her claws and saw that they had receded to scarcely more than long nails. 

What's happening to me? I have to get to Master... 

She reached for the girl, but hesitated. No, what was in that cave was wrong. What it had done to her was wrong. 

No, Master would fix this. He had to! With a snarl, she hoisted the girl over her shoulders and waded into the pool toward her Master's lair. 

"Very good, Corruption," Master said, his praise an aphrodisiac. "This one will make a fine addition to my harem." 

"Master," she said meekly. "What's happening to me?" 

Her scales had become mottled, soft flesh becoming exposed in growing patches. And it was accelerating. She was becoming more ... human by moment. 

Master's inhuman face was inscrutable. 

"It appears my jailers took precautions. They must have put a ward on the seal when you broke it to protect your soul from me." 

"I'm sorry, Master. I don't understand." 

"Don't fear, my little beast. I'm not displeased with you," his grin, if that's what it was, was a terrifying display of jagged fangs. "In fact, you've done very well considering the terrible curse that was placed on you." 

He approached her predatorally. Cindy took a step backward, feeling the strange fleshy ground with the now-soft skin of her soles. 

"I'm cursed?" Run. Run, you idiot, a voice in the back of her head, growing louder, more urgent told her. Just make it to the hall. He can't leave. 

"I won't be able to make you a true demon until I'm free," he took another step forward. "" 

Cindy felt her balance shift as her tail receded into her spine. She knew she had to run. She spun as quickly as she could, hoping the beast couldn't sense her ambivalence. She bolted toward to portal with everything she had, expecting at any moment to feel the creature's immense weight bear down on her. 

But it didn't. Somehow she was staying ahead of him and she dare not look back to see why. Cindy could almost smell the mist of the waterfall, the moldy stench of the cave a welcome beacon... 

A fearful snarl tore through the air palpably and Cindy felt all her muscles seize up, her breath caught in her throat. Moisture trickled copiously from between her legs. She felt herself turning back around against her will, a prisoner in her own body. 

Master hadn't chased her, had barely even moved from his spot. Slowly and lithely he hissed and dropped into a feral crouch. Cindy felt her heart race as she found herself mimicking his movements, a hiss escaping her lips. 

With one outstretched claw, he beckoned her forward. Her right leg took one heavily labored, awkward step forward, followed by her left. She felt like a marionnette struggling against her strings. 

"Come to me, Corruption." 

He grabbed her about the waist and lifting one of her legs. In the blink of an eye, his serpentine cock slid inside her still-moist slit. Cindy felt her body quickly submit to his touch, and he cradled her almost gently. 

"But don't worry. You're still my bride. My Corruption." 

Cindy felt warm bliss radiating upward from her groin. She whimpered. Too late. Too late. 

His slick, slimy member was moving tortuously slowly, but her body was in complete rebellion, obediently rocking back and forth to his rhythm. She wanted to curse him, but all that came out was an impotent little whine. 

"Good girl," he hissed. 

Master dipped her downward right as he ejaculated. She moaned through clenched teeth, her fingers crooked as her nails darkened and lengthened. 

"This is only the beginning." 

Cindy's ecstatic howl filled the cave as she felt the hunger rekindle inside of her. 

"Native American monster myths? Not really my area of expertise," Professor Carthwright peered down his nose at the sketch Rachel had given him. The college's history department had been culled by budget cuts as of late; the Native American studies program was among the casualties. Carthwright, her U.S. History professor, was the closest thing she could find. 

"The wendigo is one of the more popular ones. Certain manitous were also said to be somewhat demonic in nature." 

Rachel protested, "The statues, they didn't look like anything in the collections. Well, there was this one up front that kind of did, but I think we might have broken it." 

"That's unfortunate. It's possible that the other statues you saw are more recent, perhaps colonial or even 20th century. The town did have several eccentric millionaires around that time. It's possible you found a secret art stash, which could explain the discrepancy between the various pieces." 

Rachel still hadn't heard any word from or about Cindy. She'd held off filing a police report, but between this and rumors of a strange attack in town, it was looking like a better and better idea. 

"Who else knows about this?" 

"Just Cindy and Joe. Why?" 

"Just curious." There was something unconvincing about his tone. "Why don't I see what I can find out. Come by my office tomorrow afternoon." 

Kari's head was throbbing. She'd had the worst dreams, a mix of a terrible hangover and a thing out of one of her brother's hentai. Her vision was blurry and there were unpleasant sounds coming from nearby, not to mention a powerful musky odor was distracting to the point of dizziness. 

She was somewhere dark - not her room. Something was moving nearby. Kari felt a sinking feeling in her stomach when it came into focus. 

It hadn't been a dream. The thing that had attacked her was hanging off a larger creature. To her disgust and horror, she saw that her assailant was ravenously bouncing... herself upon the larger creature's cock, snarling and panting. 

She stared transfixed at the sight, her brain refusing to believe what was going on in front of her. 

The male came with a thunderous roar and the female fell to the floor in spasms where she lay shivering and snarling. The male inhaled deeply and turned a single reptilian eye on Kari. 

He ducked into a feral crouch approaching her slowly, his slick member flicking about between his legs, it's tip a fanged horror. 

Her head still throbbing, Kari wobbled to her feet, but couldn't find her balance. She fell over as the monster approached, sniffing the air. 

Then it spoke, it's breath hissing through fangs. "The old holy men never understood." 

Kari froze as it stalked forward on all fours. What was this thing? How could it speak? 

"Please don't eat me, please!" she stammered. 

"They thought woman the keeper of morality, chaste and pure, a check on their own wicked impulses." 

A sharp claw tore the laces of her sneaker to ribbons and the beast slid the shoe and her sock off almost tenderly. Something about the air, that scent, his voice was making her sleepy. 

"They were fools. Inside every female is a beast more fearsome than they could imagine. But I can smell them." The creature sniffed at her toes noisily, seeming to savor the scent. Kari knew she should be running, screaming for help, but she couldn't take her eyes off this creature, it's strange words and its fascination with her foot. She felt gross for it, but she was a little turned on. 

"Mmm, I can smell her. Smell her anger and lust. She's shackled, living a life that isn't her own." His tongue slid between her big and index toes, slimy and moist. She felt delirious, her skin flushed, an impossible amount of sensation running down her leg. Whatever this thing was, wherever she was, it had to be some kind of bizarre dream. She had to be laying in an ER bed, her head wrapped in bandages, Ashley sleeping off her own injuries a bed away. They'd been mugged and ... 

Kari gasped as she lapsed into euphoria, feeling moisture building up between her legs. She was in the ER, yes. Her father was there with a bouquet of flowers, a concerned look on his face that seemed so out of character. She smiled weakly at him, sweat running down her brow. 

Why was it so hot in here? The lights flickered, browning out before returning to normal luminescence. The air conditioning must have failed. 

Father placed the flowers beside her bed, emiting a prolonged sigh as he lowered himself into the nearby chair. "I knew this would happen." 

Kari felt a familiar tension in her temples. Somehow, he was about to make this all her fault again. "Dad, I ..." The lights browned again and she briefly caught sight of a pale white figure in the hall watching them. She thought about calling out to the nurse and asking for some aspirin, but the lights returned and the figure was gone. She ended her sentence with a moan. 

Cindy watched the girl stare off into space, mouth slack as Master attended to her feet, his forked tongue leaving them slick and shiny with his drool. She felt her clit stir and writhe as she recalled her first meeting with Master and how savagely he'd taken her. This was different somehow. The girl appeared to be in trance, perhaps drugged, whereas Cindy remembered her rape vividly. By comparison, this could almost be mistaken for tenderness, or seduction. The girl let out a whimper, her hand disappearing beneath her pants. 

"There were better schools. In better neighborhoods," Father chided. 

She didn't want those schools, or that major. She wanted to be a writer, an idea that her father couldn't utter without contempt. She'd defied him by going here, but he never even gave her the pleasure of being angry about it. He'd just get that patronizing little sneer on his face and remind her how right he was about everything. She tried to argue, but she couldn't form the words, only labored breathing and groans. 

"Are you listening to me?" Father squinted at her. "Are you ... are you masturbating?" 

Icy fear shot down her spine. Why would her father say that? In public? How could he ... but then she felt it, the warm stickiness on her fingers, her hand beneath her blanket. 

"No," she murmured even as she continued to circle her clit with a fingertip. 

"I don't believe this," he said, voice still dispassionate. "How did I raise such a little animal?" 

"Dad, please. Daddy, don't say that," she felt a tear run down her cheek even as she continued to push herself toward release. 

The girl offered no resistance as Master removed her clothing with an application of his claws. He sat down behind her, lifted her up by the arms and licked her neck with his long, forked tongue. Master's serpentine, fanged cock slithered under her between legs. 

"Your mother was an animal too," he sighed. "Do you know what she wanted me to do to her in bed? Choke her. Hit her. The most vile things. She found pleasure in the most disgusting acts. She was sick." 

Kari bit her lip, rage driving her fingers faster, harder. She'd never been brave enough to curse her father out, but she could feel the 'f' forming on her lips. Before she could say it, the lights went out completely and she saw the figure again, closer this time, just a few feet behind her father. It wasn't a nurse but a pale, dark-haired woman, naked, with her long, straight black hair covering her face. She seemed to be waiting for something. 

"You're coming home and we're sending you to treatment, you ... freak." 

Kari looked past her father to the figure. Somehow it was the answer to the impossible situation, to her miserable life, to her father's cruel disappointment and neglect. 

"Do it," she said through gritted teeth. "Do it!" 

Pale white arms raised up, long, clawed fingers wrapping themselves around her father's neck. Father seized up as the nails dug into his diaphragm, pulling the yielding flesh apart. The arterial spray covered Kari in her father's blood as she orgasmed, the hospital filled her moans and her father's garbled screams. 

In the afterglow, she looked up at the figure. It loomed over her, bloody, monstrous hands pressing down on the bed. What have I done? A long, dark tongue parted the hair and slithered between her lips, drawing Kari into a perverse kiss. 

Kari's body briefly went stiff as Master's cock entered her, but only for a moment until she began rhythmically undulating in time to his thrusts. Her mouth hung open and she appeared to be choking for a moment until she let out a loud gasp. 

Kari's tongue lolled out of her mouth in perverse delight, growing longer by the second until it hung down near her small breasts. Corruption's clit licked her drooling labia as she recalled her own corruption and the sensations that came with Master filling her with his evil. 

Master cupped her breasts, whispering into her ear as his cock slid in and out of her.

Kari's skin was getting whiter, becoming a deathly white shade. 

Kari shrieked with perverse glee, a high-pitched, inhuman sound. Her mouth widened, cheekbones becoming more prominent. She bounced herself on the demon's cock with wild fervor as her arms stretched, becoming thinner between thickening, bulbous shoulder and elbow joints, stretching taught against her skeleton with a leathery creak. Her fingers lengthened with a moist pop. She cooed as thin, black, needle-like claws pushed through her nails, growing nearly to the length of her fingers. 

Rivulets of slimy spunk dripped down her legs, running between her now albino toes. She spread them wide as she banshee-shrieked in orgasm, black toenails lengthening, toes kneading the air. Master's eye's rolled around to peer at the frustrated Corruption. With a slight incline of his head, he beckoned her over. 

It wasn't right, all that delicious evil spilling onto the ground. She looked at the girl's clawed, slime-dripping foot, then at Master, who grinned in approval. Corruption widened her stance, tongue-clit emerging to lick greedily at the new creature's digits. Each inky slurp that she took inside herself sent burning shivers through her body, muffling that meddlesome voice in her head that protested what had been done to her. 

Kari's mouth now stretched nearly ear-to-ear, filled with needle-sharp fangs. Her hair, matted and oily, grew down to her waist. Her irises, now blood-red, rolled wildly in their sockets as she crooked a long arm around behind Master's head for leverage. Slits opened on her forehead above her eyes, deepening and flickering until they burst open, revealing an extra set of crimson eyes. 

Corruption, Kari, and Master orgasmed in unison, black spunk spraying and dripping from their genitals. Kari fell forward onto her knees as Master withdrew, hair obscuring her features. 

"Corruption," Master chortled. "Meet Nightmare."



Bride's Son & Groom's Mother



Walter, a recent high school graduate, and Marjorie, mother of another graduate and a beautiful African-American woman are getting married after an incredibly passionate affair documented in the Brighton Graduate series. This is a sequel that looks at Marjorie's son Doug, now a freshman in college and already a varsity basketball player, along with Marie, Walter's mom.

Marie was feeling out of place during the reception. By the time that Marjorie and Walter had told her of their relationship, she was already aware that he was spending great amounts of time with someone. She was upset about the age difference, and was very concerned about Marjorie's motives towards her son. After meeting Marjorie and spending time with both of them together, she saw that there was a loving relationship and they were very complementary to each other. But although everyone had greeted her and as mother of the groom she was given extra attention, but she had little in common with most of the guests.

The list of guests had been fairly small partly to keep it an intimate wedding and reception, and partly because there were still people whose opinions of their age and racial differences would cloud the day. As Marie looked around the room, she saw some of Marjorie's co-workers from the legal department of Kodak; successful corporate types with an education level and sense of superiority that made her feel uncomfortable. Most of the other guests were Walter and Doug's high school friends. Neither group held much interest to her, and definitely did hold any male prospects that she could see.

Walter's father had divorced her nine years ago. Since then, she had engaged in a number of what she thought of as discreet relationships. In reality, most of the men that had shown her attention were more interested in her 46E breasts than in her personality. She was a full figured woman, maybe even edging into plump, but her breasts attracted male interest and she liked...no...needed sex every so often. So she let these men use her and had even gained a bit of a slutty reputation at the production plant where she worked.

She picked up another glass of champagne and scanned the room once more. She watched her son kiss his new bride in the cream colored, sheath dress that wrapped her curvaceous tightly. She was envious of Marjorie's dancer figure but was glad they were happy together. Marie drank the champagne and roamed the room, trying to fit in.

Doug looked as Walter kissed his mom. Outwardly he was accepting this relationship now but inwardly he was still not happy about it. When his mom first told him she was seeing Walter, he exploded in anger. Walter was a white, slightly nerdy, classmate of his from high school; definitely not someone his mother should be seeing. He was so adamant about it she did stop seeing him for a while, and Doug felt like he saved his mother from future disaster. 

Later, as he watched his mother loose the joy he had seen in her while she was hiding the relationship from him, he realized how important it was to her. He also examined his own feeling and saw that much of his reaction was embarrassment about what others would think that his mom was seeing someone so young, white, and un-cool. He could understand the young part as many of his friends talked about how hot his mom was, even though Doug found his own mom too skinny. So he talked it over with both Walter and his mom. He actually threatened Walter if he ever hurt his mother and was taken aback when Walter told him that "If I ever hurt your mother that much, you have my permission to beat me to a pulp." That convinced Doug that their relationship was real to them. He still did not like how others would view the marriage, but he would be away at collage and not have to deal with it. He retreated out to the patio with two of his friends so they could share what they had experienced during their first months as college.

Walter found his mother leaning on some married guy from Marjorie's workplace, champagne glass in hand, giggling. The guy looked embarrassed by her attention, and her nose and cheeks were bright red, telling Walter she was already drunk. He gently took her aside to suggest she slow down and found her worse than he thought. He guided her towards the upstairs guest bedroom and got her to lie down. She argued a bit but once she lay back, she quickly dozed off. When he came back down, Marjorie was getting things ready for their departure and in the rush, Walter forgot about his mom lying in the bedroom upstairs.

Doug was relived when it was all over. His mom had used a caterer that also did all the clean-up so he basically just had to make sure everything was done and put back in the proper place. One of his buds hung around for a while but had a date that night and took off about an hour after the clean-up crew left. With the house to himself and no dates for the last week, he was feeling horny and decided to head up to his bedroom to explore some porn on-line. As he walked down the upstairs hall to his bedroom, he noticed the door to the spare room closed. 'Why would this be closed?' he asked himself as he moved towards the door and reached to the knob. 

Marie had reluctantly laid down at her son's insistence, but had fallen asleep very quickly. She woke up disoriented, as one does when waking in a strange place. Then she remembered where she was and what had happened...she was ashamed at how drunk she had become. She threw herself at that man at her son's wedding reception! 'How low could I go?' she asked herself. She had been attracted to his big hands, knowing that big hands lead to big cocks. 

With all the wedding preparations, Marie had not dated in a couple of weeks and was feeling the need. Alcohol was the lubricant she used to ease the shame of her sometimes slutty behavior, so there was now a conditioned link between drinking and sex. As she thought about how she had behaved, she noticed herself getting wet between the legs. Her pussy was desperate for attention, but the dildo she used when alone was not at hand. She wanted to resist but the need was too great.

She rose from the bed and unzipped her dress, dropping it over a nearby chair. She looked at herself in the mirror, standing there in a cream-colored lace bra that contained her huge breasts, and the matching girdle with garter clips holding up her stockings. She wore girdles now to slim her body into clothes that caught the eyes of the men she wanted. She reached around and undid the triple hook closure that held her bra closed and released her huge breasts. She placed a hand under one of her breasts and lifted its weight up off her chest. With her fingers, she gently plucked at her big, stiff nipple. A spark of sexual tension ran through the nerves of her body and down to her clit, causing it to harden push out of the folds of flesh.

Lying back down on the bed, her partially nude body was revealed in the late afternoon light the came through the window. Her huge breasts had proportionately large areolas with big nipples that pointed out from the considerable mound of her firm tits. The girdle narrowed waist some which allowed hips to flare out to match her bust. She still wore her blond hair shoulder length, and her Germanic features were handsome and made her look like the typical German bar maid.

She started with a hand on her breast, squeezing the pliant flesh and twisting the hard nipple. Marie put her other hand below her girdle and touched her steaming pussy. She wiggled her ample ass on the bed as she moved her hand between her thighs. She paused to rub and stroke her hard, aching clit. With her thumb rubbing across her clit, her fingers moved down to her hairy pussy, feeling the juice staring to seep out of the slit. The next thing she knew, she had two fingers inside her pussy, fucking herself while fuzzy visions of a cock stretching her pussy filled her mind.

Marie heard footsteps in the hall outside the room and froze to listen carefully. She heard them stop outside the door and panicked as she heard the doorknob rattle. She pulled her fingers out of herself and closed her eyes, feigning sleep. In her mind she was crying in embarrassment but if whoever it was thought she was still drunk and asleep, maybe they would just go away. Instead, the person came into the room! She felt the shadow fall over her as the person leaned over her, checking to see if she was asleep. For a moment she was worried that the person might rape her, but they moved away. She heard some fabric sounds she could not identify, and then some heavy breathing. She decided to open one of her eyes just a slit and peek to see what was happening.

Marjorie's son was standing just a few feet away staring at her body as he was jerking his cock up and down. And what a cock it was! She opened her eyes in surprise. Doug was standing there with his sweatpants around his ankles. At six foot seven inches, he towered over the bed. Marie looked up and down his body, registering how lean and muscular he was. His eyes were focused on her body as he worked his fist feverishly up and down his throbbing, black cock. But here eyes were drawn back to the black shaft of man-meat in his hand. Doug's prick was huge, the biggest she had ever seen for real. His long, fat cock grew out of a thick mat of black pubic hair and must have been nine or more inches long and as thick around as her wrist. The head of the cock was a knob as big as a plum, glistening shiny and black except for the drop of white pre-cum that was oozing out of the tip. The sexually- frustrated mother felt a renewed craving in her cunt and pressed her fingers back into her pussy. 

Doug noticed the finger movement and looked at her face. She was awake! He had thought she was asleep and had been total aroused by how sexy she looked. He had never seen a full-figured white woman like this before and it was the hottest thing he had ever seen. Now Doug panicked, knowing he had been caught jerking off over her. He let go of his cock and reach down to his sweats to pull them up, moving towards the door.

"Stop!" Marie shouted, stopping him in his tracks. She sat up and swung her legs to the floor, her big, round tits hanging down against her chest, the big, swollen nipples still hard. 

"Come here," she insisted, point to the floor right in front of her. Holding his sweatpants around his thighs, he walked over to her and faced her, his cock just inches from her. Marie stared at the black, one-eyed snake as it seemed to look back at her and Doug released his sweatpants to puddle at his feet. 'It is so big,' Marie thought to herself. It looked bigger than any other cock she had touched before, and there had been times when she felt that one or two of those many men were too big for her. It was so beautiful with its helmet capped head pointing at her, yet so evil and wrong. But all other consideration seemed to fade from her mind as she stared at the hard cock in front of her. 

"Oh, you have such a lovely cock, young man," she said as cautiously brought her hand to it and slowly ran her quivering fingers along the thick, black shaft. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and he let out a deep groan. She turned the fat and throbbing dick from side to side, admiring the huge thickness and sheer mass of the young black cock that was presented to her.

Walter's father was only about six inches long when hard and proportionally thick. some of the later men were larger, but no where the size of this cock; it was more than an inch longer that the spread of her hand which she knew to be nine inches, and a good seven inches around. Marjorie's son was hung like a horse, with an accompanying set of huge balls hanging down in an almost hairless sack.

When Marie touched him, she felt his prick twitch in her hand as she fondled it. She looked up at his face and smiled as the fear on his face changed to a lust filled smile as Doug realized she was not mad at him. 

"Do you like my breasts?" she whispered to him with a smile. 'She speaks!' Doug thought, confirming it was not a dream. He nodded his head yes, and she pulled his thick shaft to the space between her fleshy mounds. With her hands, she wrapped her breasts around his cock, the soft white flesh contrasting with the hard black flesh of his manhood. Doug was further amazed as she opened her lips to brush against the swollen, dark head of his penis. Doug concentrated to hold back the explosion of boiling semen that threatened to erupt up from his heavy balls as he watched this white MILF's red lips wrap around the head of his black cock. It was more exciting than anything her had done with the high school and college girls he had screwed around with. Then he saw her cheeks hollow as he felt her gently suck.

As she rubbed her breasts up and down his cock in time with her sucking, Doug knew he would lose control at any moment as the pressure inside his balls grew. They were already pulled up against the thick base of his penis as the creamy load prepared to cum forth. Doug felt her breasts fall away as Marie's hands clutched the cheeks of his ass, pulling him closer. She opened her mouth wide and took as much of her cock as she could into her mouth until they both felt the round head of his dick nudge up against the back of her mouth. 

"Crap...gonna...I'm gonna cum," he choked out, fighting to hold it back. Expecting her to back her lips back off his engorged penis, Doug was surprised when she bean to suck even harder and squeezed his ass cheeks until he felt pain from her nails. But the pain was just one more stimulus that sent a spasm of pleasure through his cock causing it to lurch and spurt out a huge, gooey gob of creamy cum into her mouth.

She felt the blast in her mouth and tasted the salty semen on her tongue and she quickly swallowed the fluid just as she felt his penis pulsate a second time and another gush of creamy, hot jism squirted out into her mouth. The shear volume was more than she could accommodate with her mouth already full of cock and some leaked out her lips. Marie felt the young man's hands grip the sides of her head, imprisoning her head between his hands as he humped into her hungry, sucking mouth. Marie lost track of the number of times she felt his big cock cum and shoot more and more of his molten semen into her mouth. It felt like water hose as her ability to drink it all in was overwhelmed and cum ran out her mouth and down her chin to drip onto her breasts. 

It seemed forever until he was done. Even as she felt the steel shaft began to soften in her mouth, she continued to suck on him, trying to drink every last sperm. When she was sure she had all he could give her, let it the rubbery head of his cock slither out from between her cream-covered lips. His big, flaccid penis flopped back down between his thighs and he back away to look at her. She looked up at him as she used her fingers to wipe the dripping cum from her face. Her eyes were bright with the fires of lust as she brought her fingers to her mouth and licked cum off of her fingers. The wild passion he had just experienced had been so intense it left him light-headed, and he leaned on the dresser behind him to steady himself. 

Marie needed more. She leaned back and looked at Doug as she rubbed the cum that spilled on her chest into her breasts. Her hands massaged her big, round tits, working the semen over her fleshy mounds until they glistened with Doug's juice. She released them and they shook and hung down, sagging flatly against her chest with her big, stiff nipples jutting out at him. 

Doug eyed her carefully, his hand going to his cock, as she leaned back and lay on the bed. Her heavy boobs shifted out to the side, covering her arms. She continued to stare at him as her hands caressed the silken fabric of her girdle as it wrapped her slightly thickened waist and then over the rounded paunch of her belly. She ran her fingers over the edge of her girdle and into the thick nest of auburn curls that filled the dark V between her legs. 

Taking a deep breath, she pressed her fingers through the mat of hair and rubbed her own clit. It sent shivers up and down her body and she moaned as she closed her eyes. She reached further down, and with her fingers, spread her labia open. Doug was looking directly into the wet pink of her vagina and could see the juice oozing out. He had never experienced a woman so excited. She heard him move closer and opened her eyes.

"Do you want to lick my pussy?" she asked in a low husky voice. Doug had tried eating out a couple of his girlfriends but disliked the taste and smell. The sexual draw of her body removed any hesitation from his mind and he lowered himself down between her legs. As she watched his head get closer to her crotch, she spread her legs wider. She could feel her pussy getting even wetter in anticipation of his tongue.

"Yes...that's it," she murmured as the warmth of his tongue brushed against her pussy. His tongue entered her pussy and she moaned deeply. For Doug, he was surprised that this woman tasted and smelled so different from the others. There was no offensive fishy smell, but a pleasant sweet, musky scent. The taste was slightly salty over a sweet flavor, almost like salted honey. He dove in, pulling her body to his face as he started licking in earnest. 

"Oh GOD!" Marie howled as she felt his whole tongue penetrate her cunt. His ran his tongue in and out, like he was fucking her with an oral prick. Then his swirled it around inside her, covering all the sensitive tissue that her could. With her free hand she reached down and unfastened the garters to her stockings, allowing the girdle to bunch up on her stomach but improving access to her pussy for her young black lover of the moment. She looked down and saw his eyes closed as mouth was buried in her pussy, his tongue stabbing into her dripping cunt. The absolute depravity of being eaten by a black boy 20 years her junior, and her daughter's son to boot! Something inside her snapped and she realized she really was a total slut...but she did not care. At this moment, she wanted to be a depraved and wanton slut!

"Oh fuck," she said. "Eat me...eat my wet fuck hole." Doug's fast moving tongue was taking her to that next level and her stomach was tightening, ready to spasm. Her head rolled from side to side. She slipped her free hand behind his head and she leveraged her hips up to press herself more firmly against his mouth.

"Yessss honey," she nearly shouted. "Fuck yes...stick your tongue right up my horny fuck-hole." Doug had never heard such explicit language during sex. It was amazing that all the teenaged girls he had been with talked like sluts in the school halls but were nearly silent when you got their clothes off. He felt her hand on the back of his head directing his mouth upwards and knew she wanted him on her clit. He moved his head up and his mouth engulfed her swollen clit as his nose was buried in her thick pubic thatch. 

"FUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK," she shouted. "OH GOD...SUCK MY CLIT...I'M GONNA...I'M GONNA CUM!" Now that his mouth was clear of her pussy, he quickly shoved two of his long fingers right up het socking wet cunt as he sucked her clit into his mouth and rubbed his tongue all over it. Marie went to another level of sexual excitement as his fingers slammed into her while his tongue lapped on her clit.

"OH MY GOD!" she howled as she rolled her head back and forth. She ground herself hard against his face, almost like she was trying to push herself into his mouth. He felt her pussy tighten around his two long fingers and knew he was about to make her cum. She grabbed the back of his head and lifted her hips off the bed in that last moment before falling over the edge.

"OHGODOHGODOHGOD!" she yelled so loud it was painful to Doug's ears. Marie's orgasm exploded from her clit and gushed through her entire body, leaving her thrashing and writhing on the bed. Doug lost his grip on her clit just as a gush of fluid shot from her cunt, causing it to splash on his chin and throat as wave after wave or orgasm washed through her. 




Bride's Son & Groom's Mother



Her screaming became totally unintelligible as his fingers kept thrusting right through her ongoing orgasm. The muscles of throbbing cunt gripped and contracted around his plunging fingers while he tried to get his tongue back on her clit. When he managed to lick it once more, she exploded again in torturous pain pleasure. She thrust his head away and rolled away from him as her body was wracked uncontrollable spasms. She squeezed her legs together trying to actually stop the convulsions that were transmitted over and over again from her loins.

Doug looked down on her, excited that he had brought her to this extreme, and worried that she might be hurt by this. He wanted to jerk off on her it was so exciting, but he also wanted to bury his cock deep inside her. He watched her semi-patiently, slowly massaging his hard cock as he waited for her breathing to become normal.

She slowly slowed her breathing and came down her peak. She rolled over onto her back and noticed he was standing next to the bed with that huge cock in his hand. Her eyes opened wide at the sight of it, like she had already forgotten how big it was...or maybe it was even bigger now. 

"I don't know what you did to me," she panted. "But that has never happened to me before. I'm not sure I can handle that right now." Doug crawled onto the bed and loomed over her.

"I don't think you have a choice," he told her with a lecherous smile. He reached down and spread her legs, exposing her dripping cunt. He lowered down and hovered above her, guiding his cockhead into her fuck hole.

"Nooo," she whimpered, but her legs opened wider as the swollen helmet of his huge shaft touched her labia. He lowered himself slowly down and she felt her cunt forced open by the massively thick, black shaft. She was so dripping wet from her recent orgasm that, as big as his cock was, it seemed to slide right in until she felt completely full. She grunted and reached up to his shoulders stop him.

"Oh God, baby," she gasped. "I don't think I have ever been this full. Give me a moment to get used to this." She reached down to her own pussy to feel how tight her labia were stretched at the entrance to her hole. To her surprise, not only did she find her skin stretched tight, she found there was still two inches of shaft still not inside her. Her eyes opened wide.

"You mean there is more?" She whined. "I can't take any more! I'm full already." 

"You will take it all," Doug told her. "I am going to fuck you like no man ever has fucked you before." She was surprised by his sudden boldness, his command of her. It scared her, but also aroused her. She felt herself nod in submission even before she was sure that is what she wanted, and then she realized the fire was starting inside her again.

Doug started to slowly slide his massive black cock in and out of her. Each time he went in, it was just a bit deeper. He continued slowly, gently fucking her until she felt the base of his prick with her fingers at the same time as she felt him so deep inside her that it felt like her organs were moving around to accommodate this intrusion into her body. 

With the knowledge that she could take all of his big cock, she relaxed and let the sexual fire take her again. At first, she lay still, using the muscles of her abdomen to grip the monstrous invading shaft tightly, allowing her to feel him slide into the very end of her pussy. She even held her breath as he slowly pushed deep into her, so she could experience the feeling of being so completely filled by this gigantic black prick.

Her eyes rose and she saw herself in the mirror across the room, laid out on the bed with this black stud sliding his cock into her. Again she felt the thrilling shame of having sex with a black boy who was the same age as her own son. Worse yet, he was a relation my marriage! It was almost like incest....so dirty....and so exciting. She decided she would be a slut - HIS slut!

"OK now," She panted. "Fuck me hard...stuff me like the fuck-slut you want me to be." With that, she threw her legs around his waist and clamped them across his ass. He picked up the pace and drove his cock deeper and fast until they could both feel his big balls slap against her ass. He repeatedly filled her with over ten inches of pure black man-meat, something she had never experienced before.

"YES!" she shouted. "FUCK ME HARD WITH YOUR FAT FILTHY BLACK COCK." She closed her eyes and laid her head back as she grabbed her breasts in her hands. She needed to contain them as they were shacking all over from the pounding he was giving her. Doug responded to her shouts and was thrusting even harder, ramming all of his huge, black prick deep into the crazy MILF below him.

"FUCKING DO IT...FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF ME!" Marie howled. She was completely out of control again, and actually had tears in her eyes. "I BELONG TO YOUR COCK... FUCK ME WITH YOUR MASSIVE COCK!" She pounded his ass with her heels, driving him faster and harder. At the same time, she was meeting his thrusts by pushing her own hips up from the bed and taking him deep. Doug shut his eyes to the sweat that was starting to drip from his forhead and clenched his teeth while he brutally fucked the horny white woman.

"SO FULL!" She continued, her mouth just pouring out words now. "POUND ME LIKE THE TOTAL SLUT I AM. FUCK ME DEEPER!" 

Her hands gave up on restraining her tits, and they shook and slapped across her chest as she used her hands to pull her legs back. Opening her legs and pulling her knees back as she twisted her hips up, she completely opened herself to his full pounding. He buried his full shaft completely into her, slamming the full length of that monster cock into her with his heavy balls slapping hard against my cunt every time he went fully deep.

The bed frame banged against the wall and the whole house was full of the loud sounds of their rutting. Even the neighbors should be able to hear the sounds of Doug as he fucked this big bodied woman, the woman who born his classmate and step-father. The slapping of bodies and her loud screams every time he hammered it home should make someone call the police. 

"'Gonna cum now" he grunted through clenched teeth as he rammed his cock into her pounding towards his orgasm. He let out a load and deep groan as his face contorted in the pain-pleasure of his own imminent release. 

"CUM NOW!" She yelled. "SHOOT YOUR CUM UP MY PUSSY." Her head was jerking up and down, like she was using her head to further pump her body against his final thrusts. Doug started to cum and Marie felt hot cum spurting out of his cock.

"OH GOD YES...GIVE ME ALL YOUR CUM...FILL ME WITH YOUR THICK...CUM....OHHHHHHHH" And then she exploded in another tremendous orgasm herself. She felt great gobs of spunk being shot deep inside her belly, shooting further up her cunt than ever before. Doug groaned as more cum shot out of his prick and the monstrous manhood twitched inside Marie again, sending her into another wave of orgasm.

Her body was again consumed with muscular spasms, like that last powerful orgasm had continued unabated. She shouted and moaned and whimpered as Doug collapsed on the bed next to her, rolling her with him so he could stay buried deep inside her. 

In the first real tenderness he had shown her, he wrapped his arms around her and held her until she stopped shaking and her breathing slowed. Physical exhaustion and relaxation led to drowsiness, and they both fell asleep for a time.

Two Hours Later

Marie awoke in a dark room, the light from the hallway illuminating the young body next to her. He was laid out like a Playgirl centerfold, his dark skin taut over his muscular build. Most of all, his cock lay flaccid between his legs. Over ten inches when hard, even soft after two massive orgasms it was still bigger than most she had experienced before. It was crusted with the dried juices from their rutting, but still looked amazing to her. That huge black manhood had fucked her so hard that her pussy was sore; and yet it tingled at the thought of taking it again. 

Marie looked at herself in the mirror as she lay mostly naked on the bed. Her big round breasts hung down, sagging against her chest under their own weight. They were completely red from all the squeezing shaking that had occurred during the last few hours. Her cream-colored girdle still minimized the bulge of her middle-aged abdomen, but now was wrinkled from all the body movement. Her well fucked pussy was visible below her pubic hair, still swollen and red with dried evidence of the massive amount of male and female fluid that had poured out of her and soaked the bed under her. The long legs below were only half covered with the stockings that had started attached to her girdle, one still up at mid thigh but the other was below her knee. With the mess her makeup had become, she really looked like a well-fucked whore...which made her smile. 

She gentle rose from the bed and, grabbing her clothes and purse, padded across the hall to the bathroom. It took her twenty minutes to clean herself up to presentable. Before she left the house, she wrote Doug a note:

"Thank you for the best orgasm ever. I would love to repeat but understand if you don't. Marie." 

She left a lipstick kiss on it and left it on the table. She drove herself home and stripped her clothes off as soon as she was in the door. When she was home alone, she preferred to keep the blinds closed and remain naked. She walked to the kitchen and made a sandwich, and ate that on her way to her bedroom. She collasped onto the bed and slept the rest of the night.



Brides Son Revisted



Doug, a freshman in college and basketball player, had hours of wild sex with Marie, the mother of Doug's high school classmate. Marie's son just married Doug's mother in the series Brighton Graduate. 

Marie awoke in a dark room, the light from the hallway illuminating the young body next to her. He was laid out like a Playgirl centerfold, his dark brown skin taut over his muscular build. Most of all, she locked eyes on his black cock that lay flaccid between his dark and muscular legs. Over ten inches when hard, even soft after two massive orgasms it was still bigger than most cocks she had experienced before. It was crusted with the dried juices from their rutting, but still looked amazing to her. That huge black manhood had fucked her so hard that her pussy was sore; and yet it tingled at the thought of taking it again. 

 Marie looked at herself in the mirror as she lay mostly naked on the bed. Her big round breasts hung down, sagging against her chest under their own weight. They were completely red from all the squeezing and shaking that had occurred during the last few hours. Her cream-colored girdle still minimized the bulge of her middle-aged abdomen, but now was wrinkled from all the body movement. Her well fucked pussy was visible below her pubic hair, still swollen and red with dried evidence of the massive amount of male and female fluid that had poured out of her and soaked the bed under her. Her thick long legs below were only half covered with the stockings that had started attached to her girdle; one still up at mid thigh but the other was below her knee. With the mess her makeup had become, she really looked like a well-fucked whore...which made her smile. 

She gentle rose from the bed and, grabbing her clothes and purse, padded across the hall to the bathroom. It took her twenty minutes to clean herself up to presentable. Before she left the house, she wrote Doug a note:

"Thank you for the best orgasms ever. I would love to repeat but understand if you don't. Marie." 

She left a lipstick kiss on it and left it on the table. She knew that they had had sex, not made love, and that a young stud like Doug may not find a mature and slightly overweight woman the moat appealing partner in the light of day. She drove herself home and stripped her clothes off as soon as she was in the door. When she was home alone, she preferred to keep the blinds closed and remain naked or nearly naked. She walked to the kitchen and made a sandwich, and ate that on her way to her bedroom. She collasped onto the bed and slept the rest of the night.

 The next morning she pulled herself out bed and trudged down the stairs for a glass of juice. She saw her girdle from last night in a pile of clothes next to the door and picked it up. Holding it close to her face, she looked at the cum stains...the residue of the pounding she received last night from a 19 year old black basketball player. The boy was the same age as her own son...and her son was married to Doug's mother. It seemed so wrong, yet she couldn't help but think about his thick black cock hanging down between his legs. 'What was I thinking?' she asked herself, then shook her head and gathered the pile of clothes and put them with the rest of the laundry. After drinking a glass of juice, she returned upstairs for a complete shower.

Before she climbed in the shower, she stopped to look at herself. She did not look bad for mid forties, although she would admit to being overweight, with a slight paunch to her belly and fairly thick thighs. But her great breasts were still full and round, even though they did droop some. Her eyes told the story of last night with uneven and streaky mascara and puffy eyes that showed she had been crying; even if it was from the incredible orgasms she received. She knew she had been a total whore for her black lover last night, but the shame and doubt came this morning.

She climbed into the shower and slowly lathered up to completely wash her hair and body. While she mindlessly washed, she thought about last night's sexual encounter and what complications it could bring. She went through the whole process of washing her hair, cleaning her body, and even shaving her legs and armpits on a form of auto-pilot. When she had finished drying off, she put on one of her most comfortable bras, which she routinely wore to keep her DD breasts from sagging. She grabbed a loose fitting tank top and a pair of old, sweatpants put on if anyone came to the door, and went down stairs naked. Going through the kitchen, she went into the laundry room and sorted the laundry to start a load.

Just as she started the washer, the ring of the doorbell startled her. She quickly put on the tank top and sweatpants and went to the door. Doug was standing outside when she opened it, and she was so surprised. He wore only a T-shirt and some much worn sweatpants, and Marie felt a twinge in her cunt as she stared at the sumptuous bulge at his crotch. 'God, what kind of slut had she turned into?' she thought to herself. 

"Ah...Hi Marie," he said hesitantly. Then he looked her up and down and Marie realized that the tank top was not really effective covering for her bra covered tits. When his eyes returned to her eyes, he seemed more decisive. 

"Can I come in?" He said as he walked past her, entering her home without permission. "We need to talk." She just stood there for a second to frame her response. She closed the door with her back to him, and then she turned to him to speak.

"Listen Doug, about last n..." but she stopped mid-word as Doug was already pulling his shirt over his head. 

He just looked at her as he calmly dropped his sweatpants so that once again Marie's eyes were drawn to his thick, dark cock and large balls. He stared back at Marie as he stood up, completely naked except for his shoes. His prick was dark, thick, and enormous. Doug took his cock in hand and looked at her.

Marie stared in disbelief and growing desire as Doug's dark meat grew stiffer. Soon it was as hard as steel, every bit as enormous as her own son's cock. 

"I know what you really are, Marie," Doug said calmly. "I know you want to be the slut. For me, I never knew what a real woman could be like and I found that I like a full figured, passionate and mature woman that really likes to fuck. So, why don't you just suck my cock? You know it's really big, and you also know how much cum it can give you."

Marie's mind was spinning. She'd never met a man who was so forward, but this kid was the same age as her own son. Yet she was helpless as she looked at the muscular African-American man before her. Her pussy juiced as she thought of the orgasms that he had given her with his mouth and his big, hard cock yesterday.

"Come on, Marie," said teasingly. "You know you want this." Marie walked towards him in a trance. 

She stood in front of him in the middle of her living room and dropped to her knees. One part of her brain couldn't believe she was doing this and yet her craving for hard cock had grown so strong that she would willingly service this arrogant young man. Henry smiled knowing that she was reverting to the self-proclaimed slut she had been last night. With his thick cock was right in front of her face, Marie wrapped her fingers around the root, staring at the contrast between her pale fingers and his dark cock. She purred as she started to jack the huge cock slow and hard, making the piss hole open up and ooze some pre-cum.

Marie carefully wrapped her lips around his great cock knob and started sucking it into her mouth. Her pussy started to moisten as she realized was a joy it was to have his tasty prick in her mouth once more. She made disgusting slobbering sounds as she worked to wrap her mouth around the giant cock, shutting her eyes to concentrate on the taste and feel of the prick between her lips.

Doug's shaft grew even stiffer, pressing on the roof of her mouth as she wiggled her tongue onto the piss slit to taste more of the pre-cum. She tightened her right hand around the base of his cock and then she started pump his meat fast and hard, driving him towards his climax.

Doug stared down at the blond mother as his feet, sighing as he enjoyed the cock sucking she was providing. He gripped her head with both hands, his fingers in her thick blonde hair, and started moving his hips lightly to fuck her mouth with his prick. Marie again reached the acceptance of her role as a complete whore and was happy to do nearly anything for Doug as long as she got to have his cock in one of her holes.

"Harder," Doug panted, his formerly arrogant face was now contorted with pleasure as his orgasm grew near and the heavy load of sperm built in his balls. "Faster! I'm gonna cum any fucking second!" 

Marie responded to his urgency by sucking his cock as hard as she could, her face red as she switched between puffing her cheeks up and sucking them in again in an effort to keep pressing on his cock. She felt his huge prick seem to grow even more as she breathed through her nose, running her right hand endlessly up and down his cock.

"Swallow it, Slut! Suck my cock! Ungggh! Cummiiinnnggg!" The milky white juice flowed forth, rushing through her mouth as she desperately tried to swallow it down her throat. 

Even as starved for his cum as she was, Doug's first cum of the day quickly overwhelmed her mouth and was leaking out her mouth and dripping onto her tank top and breasts. The taste of the semen that Doug's spurting cock gave her was so satisfying to her that she felt a mini-orgasm in her womb! Never before had she felt such a rush as a man came in her mouth! Hungrily she clung to the cum-squirting prick, determined to nurse out every drop of his cum. Her zealous efforts were rewarded as the thick cock kept pumping out juice for over a half-minute, filling her belly with warm man-juice. 

"I want more," Doug told her as he pulled his still hard cock from her lips. "Take off those clothes. I want the rest of you." 

Marie sat back on her heels and whipped the rest of his cum off her face, her cheeks bright red with the mixture of humiliation and desire. Doug stood over her and waited for her to decide on her next step, fully knowing she would submit. Marie hesitated, and then she stood up to face him. She smiled and devious and lustful smile as she walked past him towards the sofa, pulling her tank top over her head. With her back to him, she unfastened the bra and let it drop to the floor. She turned back to face him, exposing her spectacular, DD tits with big and firm nipples. She held them in her hands, squeezing them and pinching her own nipples while she stared at Doug's eyes. 

"See anything you want?" She teased. She wanted her full figured body to make Doug horny enough to give her the savage fucking she needed. Doug moved towards her and grabbed her sweatpants and yanked them down.

"You know I do," he answered. "Now get on your back." 

Marie stepped out of her sweatpants and stretched out on the fur rug in front of the sofa. Fully naked, her big tits jiggled like full wineskins as she shifted her ass into a good position on the rug. Doug stood over her and stared as she raised her thick legs in the air, completely opening her hungry pussy for the first thrust of his thick black cock.

"Fuck me," she panted as she lay on the floor. "Hurry, Doug. Fuck my wet cunt." 

Doug had planned on playing with her breasts first, but dropped to his knees and leaned forward, his giant prick hanging just over the bottom of her mature belly. Marie looked up eagerly as her black lover mounted her, pointing the dark cock tip at the pink and swollen lips of her juicy fuck-hole. The horny blonde mother felt the cock going into her, again stretching her pussy open just like yesterday. The belly-probing length of his cock made her vagina walls spasm as they stretched to accommodate.

"OH GOD," she howled. "Feel...so good...such a...big cock." She took a deep breath. "FUCK MEEE!" 

Doug laid himself over her, crushing her enormous tits under his chest, and sinking his cock farther into her cunt. Then he started thrusting up and down, his lean young ass heaving as he speared his big shaft in and out of the soft tightness of her cunt. Marie was so ready she immediately started humping her hips up to meet his strokes, bouncing her heavy ass off the floor as she tried to use him to extinguish the fire of desire in her womb.

"OH GOD...YES...FUCK ME!" She yelled as she wrapped her thighs together high across his back, holding him close and shuddering as the giant cock sliding into her pussy caused yet another small orgasmic explosion in her belly. Marie knew there was more of that he hadn't yet sunk into her and she desperately wanted to feel every inch of his giant black shaft thrusting into abdomen and completely filling her.

Doug started fucking with long, deep and hard strokes, making Marie grunt as his thick rod plowed all the way into her, reaching the depths of her womb. He knew he could last a while and conserved his strength with slow, methodical strokes, driving the mature slut crazy while prolonging his own pleasure. Marie was not as patient as her body was filled again and again with the thick rod.

"FUCK...FUCK...FUCK!" She chanted. 

Her insides throbbing uncontrollably, gripping and sucking the thick cock-meat as it pulled out. But then big shaft rammed back into her, stretching her cunt to its limits slit all over again. Doug shifted his hands until they we against her shoulders, stopping her from sliding on the rug and forcing her to absorb the full impact of each thrust. Then he could start fucking her even harder, working above her bare and sweat-glistening body.

"OH GOD...NOT AGAIN!" 

Marie felt the huge orgasmic explosion welling up deep inside her again. She feared it as much as she desired it, for it was painful in its pleasure, and she knew she would totally lose control as she did before. She grimaced, her face contorting with raw lust as she twisted her head from side to side on the floor. Suddenly she started humping up at him in a frenzy of passion, releasing any semblance of control as she feverishly thrust her pussy onto the pounding shaft of his prick.

"FUCK MY PUSSY!" she gasped. "UNGGH! I'M...CUMMING...UNGHH...NOW!" 

Her entire body experienced incredible spasms in her violent orgasm, with juice gushing out of her ravished pussy and soaking the carpet. Even her labia throbbed with a painful intensity as they tightened around the thick shaft of Doug's dark cock. He kept fucking her cunt with the same long and hard thrusts, guiding her through her orgasm while not dumping his second load into her yet. As Marie slowly came down from the extreme high, she realized she wanted to feel his big cock even deeper inside. She knew what to do.

"Take it out," she panted. "I-I want role over and take it deeper. Hurry!"

Doug stopped pumping and grinned, knowing she was beyond caring about anything except getting fucked by his cock. He pulled his huge thick cock out of her pussy, the giant dark shaft glistening with her pussy juices and throbbing with its need to unload a second bunch of cum. Marie looked at his cock as he backed away from her, wanting to wrap her mouth for more sucking and another stomach full of cum. She resisted and rolled onto her side, pulling one leg up to shamelessly expose her wet and hungry pussy for more stabbing from his cock.

"I'm still so hot and horny, Doug," Marie whimpered, as her itchy fuck-hole throbbed and dripped. "Hurry, honey, please fuck my pussy for me! Do it hard, soft, long, short...I don't care...I just need your cock!"

"You are an absolute fuck-slut," Doug told her with satisfaction.

"Yes I am!" She replied with lust in her eyes. "Use me as your fuck-slut!" 

Doug moved forward and straddled her lower leg, aiming his huge, swollen cock between her thick and juice-covered labia. Marie grunted as she felt the enormous black prick once more entering her already worn vaginal canal. In the little time he had pulled out, it had tried to shrink back to normal so now the thickness of his cock stretched her pussy walls again, so she could feel every inch as he eased into her.

"Deeper, Doug," she pleaded. "Oh, please...as deep as you can!" 

She didn't care how depraved it sounded. She reached back even spread her pink-flushed ass cheeks wider apart, desperately horny to get him to bury every last bit of his length in her. At the same time the root of his cock bumped into her labia she felt a twinge of pain in her vagina, and knew that it was all she could take.

"YES!" She yelled. "I HAVE IT ALL! NOW FUCK ME!" 

Doug started humping against her backside, groaning as he felt her vaginal muscles sucking and flexing around his cock. Now that he was fully in, he was sure he could pound his prick into her with everything he had without hurting her. He grabbed her by the hip as he started his fucking pattern, making Marie scream as he thrust his cock into her with huge deep lunges.

"UNGGH...OH GOD...SO BIG...SO DEEP....UNNGH," she howled between strokes. "FUCK...ME...YES!" 

The young black man buried his full length completely with each thrust, ramming every inch of his immense prick into the tender, gripping warmth of her cunt. Marie bucked violently, unable to bear the pleasure coursing from her loins and through her body. She humped rapidly to meet his strokes, her pussy sucking and throbbing around the length of his prick. The pleasure in her pussy and womb was spreading through her whole body, making her stiff nipples tingle. She shamelessly grabbed her breasts and squeezed them hard. Marie felt another orgasm welling up in her crotch and she knew there was nothing she could do to control the intensity of her passion. At this point in her life, there was nothing she loved more than having Doug's cock somewhere in her body.

Doug shifted his hand and slid a finger over her little brown sphincter and Marie let out another yelp. Doug smiled and drove the finger into her ass as he pounded her with even more fervor. Just before the tidal wave of orgasm hit Marie, there was the thought of her taking his enormous prick in her ass. Then all conscious thought stopped.

"I"M CUMMING....MY ASS...MY PUSSY...AAGGGHH!" She yelled loud enough to be heard for miles. 

Doug fucked her as hard as he could, thinking only of his own pleasure now and throwing his cock into her as he pressed the finger deeper into her ass. Marie came again and again, not even aware Doug's prick started to spray sticky white cum out of his cock head, basting the rubbery walls of her cunt and adding to the fluids that were nearly pouring out of her. Marie panted as she lay submissively beneath him, her pussy squeezing all the cum out of his prick without her control. She knew she didn't have any control over her body or her mind anymore. She was just too horny. If Doug wanted to, he could fuck or suck her any time his cock got stiff. 

The Next Morning

Marie woke as the bright light of mid-morning filled her bedroom. She looked over to Doug, but he was still sleeping. They had fucked on and off all day yesterday. Every time they stopped to clean up and eat, they started up again. After dinner, they had talked for a long time and she had promised Doug not to hold him to any promises about the future. He had not made any promises, but when they went to bed afterwards, he had made slow and gentle love to her. Not the wild rutting they had done all day, but a careful and slow careful build-up of desire through kissing, touching and holding. The resultant orgasm was not a physical as the others, but was mentally and emotionally draining, and they slept nearly twelve hours afterwards.

Today, Doug would have to leave to go back to college. As Marie extracted herself from the bed, she decided she would send him off with a big breakfast and one more thing to remember her by. She slipped into the bathroom to clean herself up. As she looked in the mirror while she brushed out her hair, she noticed her body looked slimmer. Getting on the scale, she found she had lost five pounds in the last two days. Everything on her body looked firmer, and she realized that sex really was the best exercise.




Brides Son Revisted



After fixing her makeup and hair, she quietly padded through the bedroom and into her closet. Today she pulled on her merry-widow, black satin corset. She pulled it up so the half cups fully supported and pushed out her breasts. Back-seamed stockings attached to the garters and black stiletto strap-on sandals completed the look. One last item...she dug into her hidden box of toys she used when no man was available and found a small butt plug. Lubricating it with some KY, she suppressed a moan as she slowly slipped it into her ass. She liked anal sex occasionally, but knew letting Doug take her there would be a challenge.

She passed through the bedroom quietly and carefully walked down the stairs to the kitchen, trying not to make noise with her heels. She found her apron and tied it on, checking the look in the mirror...the white apron contracted perfectly with the dark under garments to make a very seductive package. She started to make his a bug brunch including bacon & sausage, biscuits, grits, eggs, bagels & cream cheese, fruit, and anything else she could figure out.

Doug awoke to the smell of food. It took him a moment to figure out where he was, but then he also remembered what happened the day before. As he got out of the bed and made his way to the bathroom, he stopped at a new feeling between his legs. He looked down and saw that his cock was hanging limp between his legs, but at its full erect length. That must be the result of being erect almost all day...he figured he had cum seven or eight times in the last day and a half. 

He went to the bathroom and urinated, then slipped in for a quick shower before following his nose down stairs. Marie was just putting the eggs in the center of a table full of food. He stopped in his tracks when he saw what she was wearing. He went to her and scooped her into his arms, pressing his mouth against hers. It was a kiss designed to start their sex motors all over again, but after a moment, she pushed him away.

"Good morning, lover," she purred. "We need to eat first. After brunch, I have a present for you before you leave. Something to remember me by."

"I look forward to it," he replied, reluctantly releasing her.

They sat at the table and ate the food she had prepared. Doug actually devoured the food...he did not realize just how hungry he was. Underneath the table, Marie caressed his leg with her stocking covered foot, even rubbing her toes against his balls. His cock grew in response, just as her pussy began to get wet as he finished eating. The young black stud sitting across from her had already given her so much pleasure and had made her the horniest fuck-slut in the world. She felt her ass tingle and my pussy flutter as he put his fork down, knowing that she was determined to take his massive cock in her ass.
 "So what is my surprise?" he asked with a grin.

Marie stood up and untied the apron, letting it fall to the ground. She stood before him, running her hands over her body, showing him that her body was a gift, even if he had possessed it already.

"I hope you like what you see," she said huskily. "There is one more thing I have to give you." She turned her back to him and bent over, pulling her ass cheeks apart, exposing a bright red butt plug. "I want you to take that out and fill me with something else."

"You mean..."

"Yes my big black lover, I want your massive fat cock to fuck my ass." 

She stood up and rubbed herself against his body, her hands caressing his hard cock. She was tempted to take him in her mouth, but this was for him. Her last gift to him was her ass...the only thing left to give him. Eventually, she broke the embrace and walked over to the couch. She climbed onto the couch and shifted her ass high into the air, her upper body over the back of the couch and her knees sunk into the cushions. She presented her full and soft white ass to him in a perfect position for his attention.

"I need you to take the plug out," she demanded, "and put your big cock in my ass."

She turned her head and watched over her shoulder as her moved close behind her. Doug's huge cock pressed against her pussy and Marie felt her cunt tighten in anticipation of another pounding, but tonight she wanted her ass to be drilled. She moaned and savored the sensation of that massive cock rubbing along her pussy lips in an effort to find lubrication. 

At the same time she felt his fingers reach down and grip the butt plug. Instead of just pulling it out, he twisted it around and wiggled it in her ass, loosening her sphincter muscles even more. He actually started fucking her with it, pulling it until her ass started to resist then pushing it in again. She moaned and moved her ass back and forth and moaned, feeling a burning desire start in her bowels. Suddenly, the butt plug came completely out and Doug put it aside.

Marie felt him move away and closed her eyes in anticipation of the pain she expected from the first penetration of his cock against her asshole, but it did not happen. Instead she felt his face press between her ass cheeks and immediately his tongue was licking up her ass crack. She opened her eyes in surprise and looked around to see his dark face buried between the white cheeks of her soft ass. The raunchiness of it and the sensation of having his tongue poking into her asshole sliced through her body.

 "FUCKING....SHIT....YES," she screamed as he pushed his face into her ass, washing the outside of her sphincter with his saliva before pressing his tongue into her ass again. 

She felt even more as he started to work his fingers into her wide open wet cunt. He pressed two fingers into her cunt and felt her muscles grip tight around them. He quickly began to plunge his fingers deeper inside her, finger fucking the mature fuck-slut while his tongue continued to probe her ass.

"FUCK YES...EAT MY ASS," she screamed in pleasure. "FINGER MY CUNT....OHHHHHHHHHHH SHIT."

She gripped the sofa tightly trying to hold her body steady as she felt another huge orgasm about to rush through her. Doug's tongue kept jabbing and licking her ass while his fingers rammed her cunt even faster. She suddenly screamed and shuddered as his mouth and fingers drover her to a massive orgasm. He felt her pussy flood around his fingers as her vaginal my muscles fluttered. A gush of fluid squirted past his thrusting fingers and down her legs. Two less intense orgasms quickly followed as her body mindlessly ground her ass into Doug's face and he continued to lick and finger her.

"What did you do to me?" she breathlessly moaned to him. He pulled his fingers out of her as he backed away.

"I guess I just ate your ass," he said with wonder in his voice. "I never even though about it, but it seemed like the thing to do at the moment. Are you ready now?"

I will take whatever you give me," she panted. "I don't care if you kill me with your big cock. I am yours to fuck."

With that he stood up and moved into position behind her. He took his mighty black prick in his hand and guided it towards her now wet asshole. This time she felt the big knob press against her sphincter and knew this was the time. She clenched her fingers into the couch cushions and gritted her teeth as she tried to relax her ass muscles. 

"Ready?" Doug asked with concern.

"Oh God...I need you in my ass," she told him. "Take it slow at first, but yes...I WANT YOU TO FUCK MY ASS WITH YOUR BIG COCK!"

He pushed his cock forwards and her sphincter started to open for him. She inhaled deeply as she felt the first twinges of pain while his great cockhead spread her hole wider than it ever had before. Her ass was so moist from his tonguing his cock was so moist from her own pussy juice that the sliding was nearly frictionless. The stretching was another thing.

She clenched her teeth, tightly closed her eyes and tried to relax her muscles as the first two or three inches of his fuck stick entered her ass. 'It hurts!" she thought to herself, but did not want him to stop. She wanted this for him, and she knew this was the ultimate depravity for her...the total submission as a fuck slut to her black 19 year old stud. 

"Are you OK?" he asked with concern. It took her a moment to control her voice before she could reply.

"It's so fucking big," she panted. "It feels like you will tear me apart. Stop there and wait for me to adjust. Her stopped moving and gently caressed her back as she waited for the pain to ease. His hand reached around and he rubbed a finger across her clit. Suddenly for her, the pain was released and she felt pleasure in the fullness of her bowels.

"Oh yesss...," she hissed. Marie started a slow rocking back and forth at him, showing him it was time to start. He responded by slowly sliding his cock in and out of her ass. each time he went in, it was just a bit further than before. She breathed deeply as her horse-cocked lover pressed more of his thick cock into her. Doug was quite gentle at first but as more cock entered her as he began to get more confident and forceful in his thrusting. It was still quite a few minutes before he had managed to even six inches of his prick into her backside.

 "Alright, you have been good long enough," she said firmly. "It's your ass to take now. You can fuck with your big cock now."

"Are you sure?" he questioned.

"YES," she shouted. "RAM MY ASS WITH YOUR HUGE COCK!"

He wrapped his hands around her hips and pulled his cock back a few inches only to shove it right back up. It must have felt like a baseball bat was being rammed up her ass and she would be ripped apart as he started to ram it into her butt. In a few moments, his pace had picked up and she was past the pain problem, which anyone in the area could hear.

"OH FUCK...YES...FUCK MY ASS," she screamed at the top of her voice, as Doug quickened his pace and began to pound her ass hard. She could even feel her pussy contract and drip as he reamed her asshole, now getting over seven inches into her butt with every thrust. Her big tits swung loose from the corset and slapped together underneath her bent over body.

"Yes, my little white fuck-slut," Doug hissed to her. "You are one hot hoe! And where do you like my cock?" He asked as he kept screwing his cock into her shit-hole.

"IN MY ASS," she yelled. "FUCK MY ASS YOU STUD!" 

The submissive humiliation of her answer sent her over the edge and her body jerked with another orgasm, as the vast size of his pounding hard cock banged against the depths of her bowels. He slowed his thrusting to pace himself as her body experienced another orgasm. As she recovered from this orgasm, she felt her body growing weaker. She felt light headed and was breathing hard, but her ass was still on fire, itching for his cum.

"Yes baby," she gasped between pounding. "Just keep...fucking me...fuck...my...ass."

To Marie, he seemed like a fucking machine the way he kept shoving his monster cock into her ass, then pulling it back to ram it even deeper. The grip he had on her hips helped to support her and keep her upright as her body weakened. She could not believe Doug's stamina, because no one man had fucked her so many times in such a short period. No one had ever fucked her ass like this. 

"FUCK...MY...ASS," She screamed in time with Doug's pounding deep thrusts. "OH...GOD...SO... BIG...ALMOST...THERE!" 

Doug continued to press inch after inch of his massive dick into her ass. He was banging hard, the base of his thick cock getting closer and closer to her sphincter. Marie thrust a hand under her heaving belly and sank two fingers into her cunt. Shamelessly, she started finger- fucking herself, masturbating her own pussy as she thrust her stretched asshole onto Doug's black cock.

"FUCK MY ASS!" she pleaded. Doug could only grunt in reply.

She was finger-fucking her own cunt in a frenzy, switching from stroking her clit and darting her fingers in and out of her wet pussy. Doug rammed her as hard as he could, savagely plowing his enormous, black prick into the sucking depths of her anus until Marie felt his hips slam against her ass. 

In that instant, she knew she had taken his entire cock in her ass! That knowledge burst through her mind and triggered the big orgasm that was building in her loins and bowels. It seemed to grip both her pussy and asshole at the same time, making her cunt squirt juice all over her fingers while her anus squeezed hard around Doug's thick cock.

"OH GOD," she shrieked. "I'M CUMMING...AGH..." After that, only unintelligible sounds came from her mouth as she howled in the pain-pleasure of another of her incredible orgasms. 

Doug's face screwed up in his own grimace of pain and pleasure, with his own orgasm exploding from his huge balls. He forced the last half inch of his cock in her ass as her gripped two handfuls of her ass cheeks and pulled her white ass tight against him. She was so far into her own orgasm that she did not even feel his cock jerk and throb inside her bowels as jets of spunk fired so deep into her bowels. 

Over and over their bodies twitched as spasm after spasm washed through their body, triggering each other to further spasms. It was an exhausting spiral that quickly drained all their energy. Finally the orgasm faded and they collapsed in a heap on the sofa, Doug on top of her and his cock still deep in her ass. After the frantic activity of their rutting, the pounding pulse and heavy breathing of their own bodies was all they could hear.

It was quite some time until Doug had enough energy to lift himself free of Maries body. As he lifted off and that massive length slid out of her ass, a bunch of brown-tinted oozed out of her gapping asshole. She felt it and quickly rolled off the couch and grabbed her apron, holding it against her ass to contain the mess. It was then that she realized how much her ass throbbed and burned, stretched so wide by Doug's thick cock.

 "Oh my God," she gasped. "You are incredible. You fucked my ass with that giant cock and I will never be the same." She sat there on the floor, looking at his long but now limp cock. Even now, coated with cum from her own ass, she felt like taking it in her mouth. Instead, she pulled him down to her and they sprawled out on the floor, Marie wrapped in Doug's long arms. They were both sticky from sweat and the smell of sex filled the room. They actually kissed gently a number of times, neither saying a word until Doug looked her in the eyes and said,

 "That was so amazing," he said with a big grin. "I never was able to fuck an ass before. It was awesome...so tight up there!" 

"Well babe," She replied, grabbing his thick cock. "Not everyone could take that monster up her ass. I think even I can only take it occasionally. But as long as you are willing, I will be your fuck-slut. I am a-dick-ed to your big cock."

Should Marie follow him to his college? Should she be just his, or should she become the basketball team whore? I will let my readers decide.



Brides



Standing on wobbly legs it took Charisma a few minutes to gain the strength to walk again. She felt cold and weak and a little light headed but otherwise ok but when she walked up to a nearby full length mirror she realized she was far from alright, she had been murdered after all.

Her skin while not as white as Ariel's was still far paler than it should have been. Even though her face was only inches from the smooth glass her breath left no fog on the mirror, mostly because she wasn't breathing at all. Placing her hand on her chest she struggled to find a heartbeat but there wasn't one. She was as dead as the woman she had seen at the party only she was up and about despite the fact. She was also different in other ways that she noticed as she examined her figure in the mirror.

Her facial features were different slightly and her body seemed to be smoother and had developed much more attractive shape. Her breasts were perfect before but now the shape seemed to be even more so, they stood more and her nipples were nearly perfect circles and just the right color. Her hips were unchanged but her waist was narrower giving her body more of an hourglass look like when she used to do corset training. Her ass was just as round but much smoother and her skin was formed over taught muscles that rippled with every movement of her body. In short while she didn't really look different she looked far more attractive sexually even to herself. 

Still wobbly on her legs Charisma sat down on the bed and tried to make sense of what had happened to her the previous night. She had watched a man kill a woman by drinking her blood from her wrist and after confronting him he turned her over to two women who raped and tortured her finally killing her by drinking her blood. It had never occurred to her before now that the three of them were vampires but feeling the razor-sharp fangs in her own mouth brought it all together, she had been murdered by vampires and now she was one of them.

A muffled voice called out to her from a corner of the room and she saw a man tied up and naked on the bed she had once been tied to. She wasn't sure how she had missed him but she was sure of one thing right now, she was hungry and he was dinner. 

Charisma approached the helpless man and reached for his large dick. Even limp it was a handful but as she stroked his length to hardness she was amazed at how large the thing got. It still wasn't anywhere near as big as the huge dildo Azriel had fucked her with when she had murdered her but it was still very impressive. Hungry as much for this man's sex as she was for his blood Charisma didn't give it a second thought when she swallowed his cock with one gulp and slowly dug her teeth into the flesh at the base as she sucked him. The strange man moaned and squirmed under the assault of her mouth and fangs and Charisma held him firmly by the buttocks to keep his dick in her mouth. She turned her head from side to side as her fangs dug deeper and deeper into his skin finally breaking the surface and spilling his hot blood into her mouth.

The taste of his life was exquisite. Searing hot his blood burned her mouth but she didn't dare let go instead she dug her fangs into his flesh as deep as she could and sucked eagerly at the open wounds filling her mouth and spilling from her lips. His blood gushed faster than she could drink it and it ran down her chin onto the sheets of the bed. Moaning loudly through the gag the man struggled against his bonds and tried to break free, Charisma sucked on his cock and started teasing the tip with her tongue to keep him somewhat calm.

It took several minutes but eventually she drank her fill and finished sucking the man off. His come shot hard into her mouth and burned just as hot as his blood. She pulled her head back and let his gisim hit her face instead of swallowing it. As she watched his orgasm subside she noticed that he stopped moving and breathing as soon as he finished. Full of blood she smiled at her first kill.

"Enjoy him?" A familiar female voice asked her from behind. Charisma turned to see Azriel and Ariel standing behind her.

"I was hoping you'd save some for us." Ariel pouted.

"What the...?" Charisma started to ask. Azriel's skin was now the natural dark brown color of an African American female and Ariel's skin while pale was no longer white and looked more natural as well. Ariel had very light blonde hair and Azriel's was a very dark brown color, almost the same as her skin tone.

"We can change our appearance at will. Its limited to our skin and hair color but fun nonetheless." Ariel answered Charisma's unanswered question as she sat down on the floor next where Charisma was sitting. Charisma embraced her despite the anger she was beginning to feel.

"What did you do to me?" Charisma asked.

"The only thing we could. We killed you and brought you back as one of us." Azriel replied without emotion. 

"Our master was none too pleased but he went along with it after a while." Ariel kissed Charisma gently on the forehead.

"How long was I out?" Charisma asked them. Both Azriel and Ariel had changed back to the same skin and hair color they were when Charisma first saw them while they were talking to Charisma. Azriel examined the body of the man Charisma had just killed while Ariel cuddled Charisma next to her on the floor where she had sat down.

"Two years." Ariel responded. Charisma leaped up to a standing position knocking Ariel to the floor.

"TWO YEARS!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Well the process takes time." Azriel told her placing her hands on her hips. "Calm down."

"Two years I've been lying in that bed dead?" Charisma wasn't sure why that startled her so much but right now she was confused and unable to make any sense of the two women and what they had done to her.

"I said, calm down." Azriel growled at her. Charisma stood frozen in place now as afraid as she'd been as when they met last. "You obviously are none the worse for wear."

Charisma stood for a while and looked at Azriel and then Ariel who stood back up and embraced Charisma once again. She clutched the other vampire and fought back the urge to cry. She had no idea what was in store for her now that she was a vampire but she knew she was now dependant on the women who raped and murdered her two years prior. 

"So what do I do now?" Charisma finally asked.

"Trust us, we're going to take care of you." Ariel told her.

"What about my job?" Charisma asked.

"The thing about being one of us, you don't need a job. Master has all the resources we need to get along. The only rule is that we don't leave the compound without his knowledge, other than that we're free to do whatever we please." Azriel told her. "Now get dressed, we have a party tonight to get ready for and it's going to be killer."

Charisma lounged on a lonely couch in a dark corner of the main room where the ball was being held. Unlike previous parties where she craved attention she never got this time she avoided attention like the plague. Since waking up as a vampire her skin had developed a pale tone and her eyes slowly grew darker. Within minutes her eyes were completely black, her lips were also black and her skin shone brightly almost as white as Ariel's skin before she somehow changed it. The other two women told her it would take time for her to be able to change her own skin and hair color at will and at this party no one would even notice.

That didn't bother Charisma so much as her growing desire for blood. Although she had just fed she looked at the men and women attending the ball as food to sate her hunger. Not only did she want to feed on them she wanted to fuck them as well and that confused her all the more. Being a vampire had awakened desires in her that she wasn't familiar with and were a little overwhelming. Ariel and Azriel, too interested in finding prey of their own had left her to mingle with their potential victims. Charisma wondered how the partiers felt being hosted by killers that wanted nothing more from then their very lives.

Unable to withstand the tension Charisma stood up from the couch and walked to the far side of the room where a young man sat with a young woman. Charisma was highly attracted to them both and she guessed their youth would keep their blood rich and fresh.

"Enjoying the party?" she asked them before sitting down on one arm of the small couch.

"Yeah its kind of slow but we like chatting with everyone." The male of the couple said.

"I love these kind of parties. They're always so decadent." The female replied. Charisma did all she could to not salivate for the handsome couple.

"Yes well, that is the whole point. I'm Charisma." She introduced herself by holding out her hand. The female shook it gently and the male gave her wrist a light kiss.

"I'm Shelly and this is Carter." Shelly smiled.

"It's a pleasure to meet you both. Would either of you like to have anything else to drink?" Charisma asked standing. "I'm running empty myself."

"We'd love some." Carter held up their glasses for Charisma to take.

"White for both of us, please." Shelly asked.

"White huh? I prefer red myself." Charisma winked. She had a hard time hiding her fangs in her smile but the couple didn't seem to notice. It was going to be a glorious night.



Bridesmaid



Chapter 01

Steve yawned and stuck his leg out into the aisle then slouched down in the pew and sulked. He couldn't believe that he was here. 

"Why do I let my mother tell me what to do," he griped to himself. "I'm 36 years old and divorced but I still obey my mother."

Glancing to his right he watched his mother babbling to someone sitting next to her in the second row of pews in the church. It was the middle of August and it was hot as hell in Sarasota, Florida. The little country chapel's ceiling fans were going full blast but the air conditioning was either not functioning or it was non-existent. 

"I'm glad I didn't let her talk me into wearing a tie," he thought.

Steve had only been back in the country for three days when his mother informed him that she expected him to accompany her to a friend's 40th wedding anniversary renewal of their vows. Since he hadn't seen her since his father's funeral 18 months ago, he agreed to take her and to escort her to the reception that followed. 

He had enjoyed seeing his mother and bringing each other up to speed on what was going on in their lives. Steve worked and lived in Tokyo, Japan and after his father died his mother had moved to a retirement community near Sarasota. Their emails were frequent but they didn't replace the face-to-face communications that keep families abreast of each other's doings.

"It'll only be an hour or so and then I can get a drink," he rationalized while examining the tin ceiling pattern in the old church for the tenth time.

Resting his head on the back of the pew, Steve closed his eyes and dozed a little as he tried to relax with his knees jammed up against the pew in front of him. The sound of his mother's voice and the scent of a light perfume brought him back to reality.

"Sharon!" his mother cried. "It's so good to see you! I didn't realize that you were coming."

His eyes opened just in time to see and then to feel a white linen skirt touch his cheek as his mother reached across him to pull someone towards her. The scent was coming from the person in the skirt and he inhaled it as he struggled to sit upright from his slouched position.

"Damn, she smells good," he thought.

His mother was now standing and the two women were embracing each other across his legs. His eyes followed the line of the stranger's skirt down to where her tanned knees peeped out from under the hem and then continued down her bare legs to her feet encased in shiny white, patent leather high-heeled shoes with a single strap around her slim ankle. The toe of the shoes was cut low so that he could see her toe cleavage. 

"H'mm, sexy toes," he murmured.

"Sharon, this is my son Stephen," his mother said as she pulled away from the embrace and put her hand on his shoulder. Stephen, this is Sharon Kelly. She was a bridesmaid in the wedding."

"Pleased to meet you he said," as he struggled to stand up in the narrow space between the pews.

His eyes took in a narrow waist and the edges of a matching linen jacket decorated with a little, fresh orchid corsage. The scooped neckline revealed a tanned chest with freckles running down into a modest cleavage. When he reached his feet he was surprised to see that Sharon was almost as tall as his six-foot height. He shook her hand and did not hear a word that she said as he studied her face. Her short, grayish-blonde hair was cut in a popular boyish style and her little silver earrings caught his eyes as they swung from her ears. She wore just a hint of makeup but her eyes were bright green and her lips were full and they were moving. 

"Moving!" he thought. 

She was saying something but he hadn't heard a word that she said. Inhaling her scent one more time, he forced himself to focus on her voice.

"Elly has told me a lot about you," she almost whispered. "She said that she wishes you didn't live in Japan so that she could see more of you."

Stepping back she held onto his hand and brazenly looked up and down his body. 

"I see they treat you well in Japan," she smiled. "I'll bet you're all the rage over there! He's quite a young man she said to his mother standing behind him. You must be proud."

Steve stepped into the aisle to allow Sharon to take his seat but she stopped him and leaning towards him so he could feel her breath on his ear said in that whisper, "Thanks, but I'm supposed to sit in the front row. I'm a bridesmaid you know."

Her laugh was gentle, a whispery tinkle to Steve's ears. 

He caught himself inhaling another fill of her scent. "What the hell am I thinking," he admonished himself while levering himself down into his seat. 

He watched as Sharon took the seat directly in front of his and tried to get another whiff of her perfume. "Stop it! She's old enough to be my mother."

Steve's mother leaned over and whispered that Sharon was also a widow except her husband had died almost six years ago. He had left her pretty well off and she lives in a beautiful condo on Marcos Island. 

"Do you believe that tan?" she whispered. "I know she plays tennis but she must spend all of her time out in the sun."

Steve was only half listening to her because he was concentrating on Sharon's neck and the side of her face that he could see. Her hair was cut high on the back of her neck making her neck look long and slim. 

"It must be colored," he decided. "That shade of gray-blonde doesn't come naturally." He admired her little ears and he even leaned forward to see if he could get a peep down her blouse. He could see the fine lines in her skin caused by too much sun but on her it made her look even more attractive. She smoothed the back of her hair with her hand and Steve studied her manicured nails and the tight flesh smattered with freckles. 

"Is there something crawling up my neck," she whispered to him as she turned around in her seat.

"Just my eyes," he thought, but he used her concern for an excuse to run his fingers gently alongside of her neck and under her ear towards her jaw. 

"No, it must be the breeze from the fans," he whispered back. 

He kept his fingers on her neck a little longer than he had to and watched as goose bumps appeared and a slight flush colored her cheek even darker than her tan. 

Everyone stood when the music announced the bride and groom coming down the aisle.

"She must be 58 or 59 but she sure doesn't look it," Steve did the math in his mind while he admired her standing at the altar. "Even if she did she would still be hot."

Thankfully, the service was short and to the point. There were no long sermons and no maudlin ceremonies. There were only four participants left alive from the original wedding party. Sharon, a dowdy looking woman, and two balding, overweight men. 

The small crowd followed the wedding party to the front steps of the church where they were given little bottles of bubbles and bells to ring when the bride and groom came out. Sharon took up a position next to Stephen and his mother while they waited for the grand exit.

"I wonder where they are going on their honeymoon? Do you think she's a virgin?" Sharon said and laughed that little laugh. 

"Sharon!" Steve's mother laughingly admonished. "Remember the children are listening."

Sharon and Elly each threaded an arm through Steve's and pulled him tightly against their sides. 

Steve felt their soft breasts mashing against his arms and thought, "My god, I'm getting aroused by my own mother and her friend."

Steve was saved by the appearance of the bride and groom as everybody cheered and blew their bubbles and rang their little bells.

"What ever happened to rice?" he asked Sharon.

She couldn't hear him over the noise so she put her face close to his and asked, "What did you say?"

Steve took the opportunity to touch cheeks with her and repeated his question with his lips close to her ear. She laughed and said something about birds but he didn't care what her answer was anyway. He was absorbed in the feel of her soft cheek against his own and the scent of her perfume. The whole episode only lasted a few moments but Steve could feel himself hardening in his pants. The spell was broken when the car holding the bride and groom left while dragging the de rigueur trail of tin cans behind it.

"Do you have a car?" Elly asked Sharon.

"No, I came with Evan," she replied and continued. "One of the other members of the wedding party. We're staying at the same hotel."

"Would you like to ride with us to the reception? I have a rental car," Steve asked.

"Sounds good to me," Sharon replied with that tinkling laugh in her voice. "Evan is still a dirty old man."

"How do you know that I'm not?" Steve bantered.

"H'mm! I hope you are!" she suggested and clutched his arm tightly to her side. Elly had reached the car by this time and opened the passenger side door.

"Be careful! She's the only 'dirty old one' around here," his mother said. "I'll sit in the back. Sharon's legs are longer than mine and she'll be more comfortable in the front." Steve watched as his mother climbed into the back seat. He was still a little sexually heightened and he admired his mother's butt as she maneuvered herself into the seat. He could see her panty lines through the cotton dress she was wearing.

"Nice ass!" he said jokingly.

"Careful there! You're still my son. Watch where you look," his mother laughed. "Why is it that I can't get any men my age to look at me?"

Steve watched admiringly as Sharon lifted the hem of her skirt so that she could get her left leg into the car. Her tanned legs went on forever and he hoped that she would pull here skirt up higher but she managed to get into the seat of the cramped, compact car without showing any more than necessary. He did get a good look down the front of her blouse when she leaned forward but all he could see was a white lacy bra. 

"H'mm, no tan lines!" he mused while straining to see more of her front.

Sharon half turned in her seat to talk with his mother, "Forget men your age. Go with the flow. The younger the better I always say."

During the drive to the reception Steve stole several glances at Sharon's exposed thighs but try has he did he couldn't quite see up to her panties.

Since he was practically excluded from the dialogue between the old friends, he carried on his own conversation in his head. "You are a dirty old man," he scolded himself. "Yeah, but a pussy is a pussy." 

He realized that he had not noticed any panty lines on Sharon while she was in the church or getting into the car. 

"Maybe she wears a thong," he thought with some hope. "What's the difference you idiot! You're never going to find out. Watch where you're going!"

"Is this where you are staying?" Sharon asked as they pulled up in front of the hotel where the reception was being held.

"Yes," Steve said and quickly got out of the car to open the door for the ladies.

"So am I," Sharon said as soon as Steve opened her door. "Isn't that nice?"

She swung her right leg out and put her foot on the driveway. Steve was staring at the inside of her left thigh and hoping to get a look a little higher up. He glanced up and saw that she was watching him watch her.

"There's more than one dirty old man around here," she laughed. "You men don't miss a chance do you?"

"Not when the prize is a beautiful woman," Steve responded while feeling his face and neck blush.

"Will you two stop playing around and let me out," his mother called from the back seat. "Sharon! Leave my son alone!" She laughed out loud, "You're old enough to be his mother! Oh, and don't forget I have the centerpiece in the trunk."

"Do you need the keys for the trunk?" Sharon asked and leaned back across the center console to pull them from the ignition. 

Steve watched in amazement as she lifted her right leg up and gave him a clear view right up to the crotch of her white panties. 

"Here they are," she offered as they fell out of her hand onto the floor of the car. "Whoops! Would you get them for me please?" she asked.

Steve was more than happy to reach down between her legs to retrieve the keys. As he leaned into the car, Sharon moved her left leg so that it rubbed up against his bare arm.

"She's coming on to me," he thought and blushed again. 

He got the keys and looked up at her face. She was smiling and when their eyes met she gave him a big wink.

"We'd better let your mother get out of the back seat," she joked. "Old women have to pee all of the time."

Elly's response was to swat Sharon on the shoulder. "Get me out of here you two. Now!"

After retrieving the centerpiece from the trunk, Steve parked the car and found the room where the reception was being held. The small room opened onto a patio with a champagne fountain and the usual finger foods on a table decorated with photos from the wedding. Outside were several umbrella shaded tables and another small bar where a pianist played classic tunes on the grand piano.

Steve located Sharon and his mother standing with a group of their friends. He listened for a while but got bored and headed outside to the patio. He found a small table in the shade up against the wall where he sat and sipped his drink.

He was practically dozing off when he heard, "Excitement too much for you?"

Sharon was standing over him with a wine glass in her hand. Steve went to get up but she put her hand on his shoulder to hold him down in his seat.

"Don't be so polite," she admonished. "This isn't Japan. May I sit down?"

They spent the next hour getting to know one another and discussing his career in the Far East. Sharon lived in a community with mostly retired folks. She played a lot of tennis and swam every day. She was also involved in the local community theater where she acted in several plays and had even directed one.

She was curious as to why he was divorced and when she heard the story of his ex-wife's emptying their bank account to support her drug habit and her dealer/lover she placed her hand on his arm and squeezed it in sympathy.

"Why did she need drugs if she had you?" she asked sympathetically.

"Thanks for the compliment but I was traveling a lot and she didn't like to be alone. She could have come with me on most trips but she refused. Now I know why she refused."

"Are you seeing anyone?" she suddenly asked.

"Nothing serious," he responded. "Are you?"

"I'm a wealthy widow and I have all kind of offers but most of them are looking for a nurse rather than a wife. I play the role of being a horny widow but it's just a game with me. It scares most of the men away and I'm fine with that. We socialize in groups and I haven't had a real date in years."

"Is that so? That's too bad. Maybe we can do something about that," he countered. "You don't scare me."

"Oh! I almost forgot. Your mother wants to go home and she's looking for you. I was supposed to tell you that if I found you. She'll kill me!"

"Do you want to ride with us?" he asked.

"No. I want to freshen up for our date. You were serous weren't you?"

"Yes, but I don't remember actually asking you."

"There I go again. Being too forward."

"No you're not. I was just teasing. I'll see you at six."

"Fine. I'm in room 318."

"I'm just down the hall in 325," he told her. "Will you do me a favor please?"

"If I can. What is it?"

"Please don't change your outfit. You are the finest looking woman in this hotel and I want everyone to see you on my arm."

It was Sharon's turn to blush. 

"You're putting it on a little thick aren't you? Is it OK if I shower and change my underwear? It's hot and I've been glowing all day as they say in the south."

"I'll see you at six," he said and walked into the reception room to find his mother.

Chapter 02

Steve had a difficult time getting away from his mother. He was sure she wanted him to ask her to join him for dinner but he didn't take the bait. When she asked where Sharon was, he told her that she was tired from her trip and had gone back to her room to lie down. 

"I'll have to call her later and see if she wants to have breakfast tomorrow morning," his mother said.

He finally got away and made it back to the hotel in time to take a quick shower and change his clothes. He decided to wear his blue blazer, tan slacks and an open neck shirt. A pair of brown penny loafers completed his outfit and he admired himself in the mirror. 

Every time he wore the blue blazer it brought back memories. His wife was the one that had convinced him that it was all right to wear the combination he was wearing. He wiped the memory from his mind and checked to make sure he had his wallet and key card before walked down the hall to Sharon's room and tapped on her door.

"My god! You are stunning!" he said with a low whistle when she appeared in the doorway. 

A blush covered her bare chest and shoulders above the dress's neckline and moved up her neck to her face.

"Thank you kind sir," she responded with a little curtsey and a spin. "You are a rare gentleman. I'm happy you approve. I'll be ready in one minute. I just have to put my earrings in."

Stepping into the room he allowed the door to close behind him. Her perfume was making his head a little giddy. 

"You're acting like a high school kid on his first date! Get a hold of yourself," he admonished himself.

He watched admiringly as she fitted a pair of dangly earrings into the holes in her ears. Her raised arms revealed her smooth underarms and he could see the beginning of the swell of her breasts. She was wearing the same dress but without the jacket but now it was strapless. Her shoulders were tanned and a little freckled from the sun. He noticed that she was wearing sheer nylons but she still wore her white heels.

She caught him looking at her in the mirror. "I made some changes for the evening." Pulling the hem of her skirt up a few inches she stretched out her leg to show him her stockings. "My mother always told me that a lady bares her shoulders and covers her legs when going out for the evening."

"Your mother is a wise woman," he laughed. "You look perfect but I didn't realize that the dress was strapless. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. Ready?"

"It has removable straps for just such an occasion as this, " she said while unfolding a nearly sheer, white shawl. She did something with it that only a woman knows how to do and draped it over her shoulders and posed for a moment. "Ready!"

She fiddled with the shawl while they waited for the elevator. "I have to hide my muscles," she laughed. "Playing tennis can do that to a woman."

Holding here arms palms up in front of her she flexed her hands and the muscles in her forearms formed. 

"I'm a lefty so my left arm is bigger than my right," she demonstrated by tightening her arms.

Steve tested her assertion by gently squeezing her forearms. "I'll have to remember to block any punches from your left side," he laughed just as the elevator chimed.

Taking advantage of the opportunity provided by his already holding her arms, he slipped his hand into hers as they entered the elevator already occupied by two other guests. Sharon did not try to pull away and she tucked his arm under hers during the ride down to the lobby. Steve enjoyed the feel of the side of her breast against his arm during the short ride. He checked out her cleavage and was surprised to see that her breasts looked a little bigger than they did when they were hidden under her jacket earlier that afternoon. Raising his head he realized that he had been caught peeking down her dress when one of the other passengers smiled at him when he caught her eyes.

The food was not the best but the company was perfect. Sharon and Steve sat side by side in a small booth and shared their lives with each other over drinks and appetizers. The bottle of wine they drank during dinner relaxed them both and they found that they were touching each other's hands and arms more and more as they talked. 




Bridesmaid



Ever since I saw you in your bridesmaid dress I've been looking forward to the end of the night, you look absolutely beautiful I didn't think it was possible for you to make me want you more than I already do, I've wanted to tell you all day as to what was going through my mind for this point in time, but it never seemed right to whisper in your ear... 

We walk up to our room together we're both a little drunk, we were planning on not getting this way but wedding celebrations have a tendency to go a bit overboard..

I open the door for you and as you walk past me and through the door your smile at me and kick your heels off, I followed and lock the door, you've already started to unzip your dress but I ask you to stop and let me do it, you've already pulled your hair over your shoulder so I kiss your neck and put my hands over both your shoulders, I start to massage them as I'm kissing slowly up your neck, you reach behind and pull my hips in closer,

You can feel my hard on as you do, I lick behind your ear and then whisper to you how beautiful you looked today and that I didn't think you could look more beautiful than you usually do, you tell me to shut up, I then tell you how I've been thinking of this moment since I sore you this morning, you laugh a little and say you didn't expect anything less, knowing how my mind works and that you was expecting me to tease you all day..

I lick your ear and then bite it, my hands still massaging your shoulders, I kiss your ear and then behind your ear and slowly kiss my way down and around to your cheek, you moan that your feet hurt, so I whisper you won't have to stand much longer, I move my hands to the zip and kiss the top of your neck, as I unzip your bridesmaid dress I kiss downwards following the zip line, slowly and softly till I reach your bra strap, I unclasp your bra, and carry on unzipping whilst kissing down your spine..

The zip goes no further and I keep kissing you on your naked skin, I move my hands and hold the sleeves of your dress so you can remove your arms, the dress drops and you remove your bra, your now just standing there in your French knickers and stockings, I just stare for a few seconds as I didn't know you was wearing stockings, and I can't decide if there coming off for staying on.. 

I kiss the bridge of your back and slowly start to pull down your knickers, I keep kissing down towards your bum till your French knickers reach the floor I kiss each bum cheek and start to stand up, my hands glide up your inner leg, and I kiss my way back up until I'm standing again, my hands on your hips, I kiss your neck and slowly turn you around to face me.. 

I start to take off my suit jacket and you stop me, you wrap your arms inside my jacket and around my waist and kiss me on the lips, you want to undress me yourself, I look you straight in the eyes and smile, I can't believe just how beautiful you are and how lucky I am to have you, you know what I'm thinking and just smile at me, you've always smiled more with your eyes than with your mouth.. 

You remove my jacket and waist coat whilst looking into my eyes, as you start undoing my tie you kiss me again in the lips, still whilst looking into my eyes, you pull my tie through the collar and drop it to the floor, you unbutton the first and second button, and start kissing my neck as you do so, as you undo the third you kiss neckline, and then kiss downwards as you keep undoing the buttons, down my chest and stomach till my shirt is totally unbuttoned, you undo my trousers and unzip my flys, my trouser hit the floor.. 

You ask me to step out of them but in my haste to get hold of you I forgot to take my shoes off, you look up at me and say well your imagination needs to remember shoes, I say I did but I was sober/merry/tipsy when I was thinking it through, you laugh and pull me towards the big four poster bed we have, not quite walking more shuffling with my trousers around my ankles, we finally make it and you sit me down and un tie my laces and remove me shoes, socks and then trousers, you kiss your way up my leg till you reach my boxers, you pull the waist line so there kind of around my bum but I'm sitting down, so I lift myself up and you remove my boxers, I'm now totally naked..

You pull me back and kiss your way from my cock up to my stomach and then kiss all 26 stars from my left hip to above my right nipple till your laying next to me, I push you on to your back and kiss you hard on the lips, one hand stroking your leg just above your stockings the other around your head stroking your hair and ear at the same time, you have one hand stroking my arm above your head the other hand on my upper thigh next to my cock your little finger stroking up and down my cock,

I move my hand above your stockings between your legs and move your left leg over mine, I slowly draw little circles around your inner thigh, with my other hand I wrap your hair behind your ear around my hand and carry on stroking your ear, still we're kissing as I do this, I work my hand up to your lips and run my index finger through, your moist already, I suck your bottom lip and bite it as I reach your clit and slowly rotate my finger anti-clockwise, i grip your hair tight, and release your lip and move so kiss your cheek till I reach your earlobe, I suck your earlobe and nibble it,

I use my tongue to lick your earlobe to the same tempo my fingers going, you move your hand and lightly take my cock in your hand and too the same tempo I'm going slowly gliding your hand up and down my cock, I release your earlobe and kiss down your neck and then back up to your lips and we kiss, your cheeks are bright red, your glowing from ear to ear, I pick up the tempo of my finger circling over and around your clit and as I do so you also pick the tempo up massaging my cock, we keep the tempo and kissing until we've both climaxed, we lay there for a few minutes after just kissing..

I remove your leg from over me release your ear from my grip and you release my cock, I get off the bed, there is no way we are done yet, I pull you down the bed so your bum upward are laying on the bed, your legs dangling over the side, I lean over and kiss your lips, then your eye lids, then your forehead and then your cheeks, your chin, down your neck, down your chest till I reach your succulent breasts, i grab your hands and our fingers intertwine, I lick your breast with the tip of my tongue and work my way to your nipple, I lick nipple bite and suck, 

My cock starts to get hard again and you can feel it rise, with how I've positioned myself over you, my rock hard cock glides between your bum cheeks, I move my hips back a bit to let it go further and it flicks up write onto yours lips, I rotate my hips so it brushes against your lips from time to time, your grip my hands tighter and I know you want me, i stop playing with your nipple and kiss up your chest, and neck to your lips, I look you in the eyes as I slowly penetrate inside you, you let out a moan and I kiss you,

Moving my hips slowly back and forth, every time I go forward I penetrate a little further until every inch is inside you, you stop kissing me and let go of my hands, you bring your legs up, so I stand up whilst still keeping as much of my cock inside your delightful tight wet pussy, i use my hands to support your legs.. You ask me to stop so we can move, so we do, you move yourself to the middle of the bed whilst looking at me, giving me the follow me look.

I climb onto the bed so I'm over you, you lift your legs so there over my shoulders, I lean down and kiss you, then slowly move myself to penetrate you again, I like this position cause it opens your pussy so I can go as deep as I want, you move your hands so there running through my hair, as you do that I pivot my hips, slowly going deeper and deeper as every time, I lean on my elbows and put most of my upper weight on you, I stroke your neck and cheeks, you move your hands down my head to my neck and dig your nails in, as you do you look me in the eyes, the eye contact makes me want you more every time, I could loose myself looking into your eyes..

I quicken the pace, your hands grabbing every bit of skin you can and digging your nails in and scratching me, we're both sweaty and glowing, I up the tempo as your close to orgasm, I know this by the way your eyes roll and you tilt your head to the right and bite your bottom lip, I don't know why but it always send me into over drive, I'm going as quick as I can my ball sack hitting the bottom of your bum with every thrust forward, I'm not far off coming myself but I want to hold it till you've cum, you start to wriggle and I know your seconds away, I thrust as dig as I can go and your pussy tightens around my pulsating cock and your body relaxes you've cum, and looking me straight in the eyes again smiling, it's not long after that I cum..

I remove your legs from over my shoulders, your legs are shaking, I lay on top of you, and we kiss, you run your hands over my shoulders and down my back and dig your nails in, you ask if we're going again, I smile and say we can keep going till you can't go anymore..

My cock falls out your pussy and our juices run down your bum, always make you pull a face that makes me laugh a little, this is why God is a man I say, I put one hand under your chin and lift it up so I can kiss you again, my other hand runs down the side of your upper body going down wards till I reaches your hips, then I move so my hand can get to your pussy, it's so wet, I run my thumb through your lips and to your clit, she's hard, warm and wet, and I want to taste her..

I kiss you on the lips and slowly move away and kiss your cheeks, down to your jaw line, down your neck down your chest between your breast to your stomach, I get to your belly button, I kiss and lick and carry on moving down to your pubic line, I position myself so my arms are under your legs and my head it right where it needs to be, I can see the trail of juices that ran down towards your bum, I kiss both your inner thighs and lick them too, I lick between your lips, I can taste us both,

You tighten your legs around my head and I slowly put the tip of my tongue on your clit, you wiggle a little I think more to make yourself comfortable, slowly rotating my tongue around your clit, your hands touch my head, i rotate quicker varying the stokes with either the tip of my tongue or using the whole of my long tongue to touch your pussy lips aswell as your clit, I move my left arm from under your leg, as I suck your clit into my mouth I penetrate your pussy with my middle finger, you tighten your legs around my head and rest your feet on my back, as I push my finger in I bend it to hit the roof of your pussy, you arch your back as I do so, I release your clit out my mouth and start stroking my tongue over and around your clit to the same tempo I'm using my finger, back and forth every time bending it to hit your pussy roof as my finger hits I stroke a bit harder on your clit, your legs tighten a little more your hands are running through my hair and lightly scratching, your not far off cumming so I add my index finger to join my middle finger and quicken the tempo still hitting your pussy roof every time I thrust into you, you moan more, I love it when you moan, I love making you happy in any way possible, 

I look up and your eyes are starting to roll again, you remove your hands from my head and run them up yourself up your stomach over your breast, you stretch your arms out as you tilt your head to the right and bite your bottom lip, your pussy is starting to tighten and your arching your back, I keep the tempo of my tongue on your clit and my fingers in you at the same pace, you begin to wiggle and tighten your hold on my head with your thighs, I feel you climax it's such a wonderful thing.. 

You look down at me still biting your lip, you reach for me, so I remove my fingers from you, and lick every drop of juice off them, you taste amazing, once you can reach me you pull me into you and kiss me passionately, your legs still wrapped around me, you roll us over so I'm now laying on my back, you remove your legs from under me, and sit on my stomach, you lean down and kiss me again, then you move and kiss my cheek, lick up to my ear and take my earlobe into your mouth nibbling and licking, you whisper that it's your turn, you reach behind me to feel my cock, it's already hard and ready and has been for ten minutes, you lift yourself up and position yourself over my cock, and guide it in, I can't believe how tight you still are, you slowly sit down taking as much as you can, you move a pillow under my head, then move your hands to my chest..

Slowly pivoting your hips backward and forwards, I run my hands up and down your upper thigh, I want to massage your clit as your doing so but you won't let me, you look at me and say it's my turn, so I move my hands back and just stroke your legs, you shift a little and now your slowly going up and down, I can feel every movement you make through my cock, it's such a great feeling, every upward movement you make you put your weight on my chest, you look at me and ask if your crushing me, I laugh and say you don't weigh much and your beautiful and I love every millimetre of you even if you don't.. As I finish saying this, you quicken the tempo varying the strokes, pivoting your hips back and forth or up and down, you lean down and kiss me, this causes your pussy to tighten more around my throbbing cock, you stay there kissing me all over my face, forehead, cheek, lips, chin, eye lids, whilst still moving your hips back and forth, I really want to thrust with you but as you said it's your turn so I don't, I wrap your hair through one hand, and pull a bit, my other hand pulls you closer so your breast are on my chest, still moving your hips, we can feel the sweat of each other, there's no friction between our skin, your breasts are simply gliding over mine as you move back and forth, I've pulled you so close your resting on your elbows so you put your hands through my hair, you try and pull a bit but I don't have enough hair for you to pull.

Still moving your weight back and forth you quicken the tempo even more, you move yourself off your elbows so your sitting upright again with your hands back on my chest, you suck your stomach in not because you think your fat but because it tightens your grip on my cock with your pussy, varying the strokes again, back and forth or up and down, but your going that quick your bums slapping against my thighs, you feel my cock harden as I'm close to coming and you breath in as much as you can whilst keeping the tempo, you've got such a good grip of my cock with your pussy that I can't stop myself coming, my toes curl and my body spasms, you slow the tempo down until your not longer pivoting your hips, you move your legs down so your laying on me, you've made sure my cock has stayed inside you as your waiting for payback when it slides out and releases our juices this time over my and down towards my bum, I forgot how it tingles..

You wrap your arms under my head and I wrap mine around your neck, we kiss and don't stop for a few minutes, I could kiss you for every minute of the day and not grow tired ever, I ask if you want to go again, you look me in the eyes and say you want to but don't think you can, so you want to get into bed and fall sleep in each others arms, that is fine by me I love watching you fall asleep in my arms, your leg over mine, your body so close to mine, this is my imagination of what heaven must be like and I don't ever want it to end, we just lay there kissing in each other's arms until your that sleepy that your kind of kissing me and the fresh air, so I kiss your lips and then your forehead, say I love you and sweet dreams you mutter you to, but I'm already living my dream, you fall asleep in my arms..