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Wedding Night

By: usm1carbine



Roger Holmes met Nancy Phelps at a seminar at college. At the intermission she had struck up a conversation with him and he was intrigued by her. Not only was she very attractive, but her mind impressed him as well. After intermission, they sat together and chit chatted through the rest of the seminar and at it's conclusion, they made arrangements to go out that Friday night. 

That date led to another and soon, they became intimate. Roger was always fascinated with her body, she had shoulder length blonde hair, a very kissable neck, small, but very pert breasts and a nice flat stomach. Her pubic patch was very meticulously trimmed and formed a vee above her pussy and then there were her legs. He loved her legs, very muscular, but feminine also. They dated throughout college and just before graduation, they got engaged and made plans for an October wedding. 

The months between graduation and the wedding were spent job hunting and planning the wedding. Her father gave them a week at a very secluded chalet in a ski resort in West Virginia for their honeymoon and his parents helped furnish their new apartment in town. The big day approached and the two were as in love as ever, and were inseparable, Roger had received a job with a big firm and Nancy had also gotten a job as a teacher. The big day finally arrived and Nancy was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen as she walked down the aisle. 

The reception was super and they danced and had a great time. About 4, they got ready to leave for their honeymoon, the drive would take about 6 hours. Everyone wished them well as they left the reception and Nancy moved over close to him and they cuddled as he drove. He slid his free hand down and rubbed her pussy through her jeans and she reciprocated by stroking his cock through his. Their attentions soon got the better of them and Roger pulled off in a rest area and Nancy pulled his cock out and lowered her lips to it and slowly sucked it in. 

He had chosen a spot away from all the other parked cars and felt safe as Nancy reached in and massaged his balls as she took his cock deeper and faster now. Soon, he grabbed her head and pushed her down on him as he shot his load into her warm, talented mouth. He stroked her hair as the last drops oozed from his cock. "Your turn now," he smiled at her. 

"No, Roger, we'll have plenty of time once we get to the chalet, if we ever do," and she laughed. He kissed her and slipped his tongue in her mouth, he could taste the remnants of his salty cum, then he started the car and they were off. His mind wandered to the coming night and the thought of his new wife naked before him. Nancy had dozed off with her head against his shoulder, but she jumped as the car ran off on the shoulder. Roger corrected it and apologized for not paying more attention, and Nancy settled back to her nap. 

'Man, it was dark,' he thought as he turned on the road to the chalet. He didn't see any other homes on the road and the driveway caught him by surprise as he braked to avoid missing it. 

Nancy woke up again with a start, "Jesus roger, what's wrong with you?" 

He aimed the car up the dirt road, "Sorry, baby, almost missed the turn," and he smiled at her. He pulled up front and looked around, it sure was secluded. He left the headlights on until he opened the front door and cut on some lights. Nancy stood on the front porch and he picked her up and carried her across the threshold as she cackled not believing it. He sat her down and told her he would get the bags and she said she needed to use the bathroom and set off upstairs to find it. Roger carried most of the luggage in on the first trip and went back and got the last of it. 

As he entered the door, he felt a large smack to the back of his head and he went down, out cold. Nancy made her way back downstairs and was greeted by the pile of luggage by the front door and no Roger. "Roger?" she called out as she went through the rooms. As she entered the dining room, a hand clamped around her neck and another one over her mouth. She screamed, but it was barely audible. Her hands were pulled behind her back and tied as she pleaded with whomever it was not to hurt them. The hands turned her around now and a face came into view, a rough looking face in a gray uniform of some kind. 

She was shoved into the living room and onto the sofa, "Try anything and I'll kill you bitch," the man spoke, "Sit there and be quiet." 

She watched as he disappeared and soon returned dragging Roger under his arms. "Oh my God! You killed him!" she screamed. 

He dropped Roger on the floor with a thud and backhanded her, "I said to be quiet cunt!" he barked at her. He stripped Roger down and put him in a dining room chair and tied him to it and then pulled her up and untied her hands and told her to strip."

She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and took it off, she wasn't wearing a bra and the cold air caused her nipples to harden, she hoped he hadn't noticed. She stepped out of her shoes and socks and unfastened her jeans and pushed them down and stepped out of them as well and then she stopped. She stood there in only her blue panties, her part of something borrowed, something blue. He surveyed her body, "Panties too," he said. 

She started to cry, "But why?" 

He inched towards her, "You won't be in a hurry to escape if you're naked," he replied. She hooked her fingers under the waistband and pulled them down and stepped out of them, "Now, sit the fuck down!" he ordered and she slowly sat, the chair cold against her naked ass. He jerked her arms down and tied them to the back of the chair and then tied her ankles to the legs. Nancy heard a moan and saw Roger coming to. 

Roger suddenly noticed his nakedness, "What the fuck!" and the man walked over to him, "Hi honey," he smiled and Roger was shocked, "Who the fuck are you?" The man looked at Roger and then back to Nancy, "I'm your welcoming comittee," and laughed. He strode over to Nancy and started teasing her nipples, she turned her head with disgust, "Nice little woman you got here man," and pinched her nipple and Nancy yelled out. "Stop it, you fuck!" Roger blurted out and he walked back to Roger and reached down and stroked his cock. 

"I ain't had nothing but cock for the last eight years, so I'm torn between which one of you I want first," and grinned an evil grin. Nancy could make out the initials WVDOC on the back of his shirt and her mind reeled, he was an escaped prisoner! He leaned down and stroked Roger's cock and it involuntarily got hard, "You got a nice one bud, bet your ass is tight too!" and he laughed out loud as he jacked Roger off. 

He spit on his hand to lubricate it and began jacking Roger off faster. Roger's mind reeled as this man continued jacking him off and soon, he couldn't help himself and the man could see it coming and lowered his head and closed his lips around Roger's spasming cock and caught his load. He swallowed it all down and licked his lips, "That was damn good boy," and looked at Nancy with some of Roger's cum on his chin and smiled. Roger found it hard to comprehend that he had just shot his load in a guy's mouth and it made him want to puke. 

The man went over and pulled their luggage in and started going through it. He made cooing noises as he pulled out Nancy's sexy underthings and looked over and smiled at her. He looked at Roger's clothes and picked him out an outfit and then went over and picked up the pants he had taken off of Roger. He pulled out Roger's wallet and went through it, "Two grand,

you're loaded!," and then threw Roger's wallet on the table and added the car keys to it. He went through Nancy's purse and cleaned out her wallet as well. "You've got money, clothes and a car, so leave us here and go," Nancy told him. He turned and smiled at her, "I've also got lots of time and I don't know which one of you I want to fuck first!" and gave her an evil smile. "Don't you dare fucking touch me, you pervert!" Nancy screamed and he backhanded her again, then caressed her petite breasts and turned her head up to him. "You're a feisty little cunt, ain't you?" and turned and went into the kitchen. He returned with a couple of clothespins, snapping them at her face as she drew back and then he clamped his hand on her tit and attached a clothespin to her nipple. S

he screamed as it bit down on her tender nipple and he laughed, "I know how to take care of feisty cunts," he said as he did the same with the other nipple. Nancy stared down at the clothespins jutting out from her nipples and the tears started to run down her cheeks. "That's better," he said and then flicked his finger against the clothespins and she winced at the pain. he pushed his hand over her manicured pubic hair and slipped a finger inside of her, feeling the smoothness of her vagina. "Last one of these I had, I had to take too," he remarked as he thumbed her clit and her pussy started getting moist. 

He removed his fingers and sat down and just looked at them, "If you all cooperate, you just might live," he said matter of factly, "Either way, I'm gonna have you both as much as I want and any way that I want." He watched the horror in their faces, "I've already killed four people and I won't get out any sooner if I let you live. I'm in for four life terms." He untied Roger and tied his hands behind his back, "Better use the john friend," and led him to the bathroom. Roger was still woozy from the rap on the head and unsteady too as he led him in the bathroom. 

"Go on, piss," he said and reached around and held Roger's dick over the toilet. Roger hadn't gone for quite some time and soon the urine started and as he finished the man stuck his finger in Roger's asshole and he jumped. "You got a nice tight one bud, I'm gonna enjoy it," and slipped his finger back out and led Roger back to the chair and retied him. "I went to the bathroom when I got here," Nancy blurted out and he turned to her and smiled. He untied her and tied her hands behind her back and led her over to Roger and pushed her on her knees between his. 

He reached out and stroked Roger's cock again and got it hard and then pushed her mouth towards it, "Suck him Bitch!" and she parted her lips and took Roger inside of her mouth and began to suck. She caught him out of the corner of her eye, he was taking his clothes off. Tears started again as she knew what was coming and she lay there and sobbed with Roger's cock in her mouth. He pushed her legs apart and settled between them, "You ain't sucking bitch," and pushed her head down onto Roger and she gagged on his semi hard cock. 

She began sucking Roger again and she felt him exploring her ass and crotch. He rubbed her clit and that restarted her moisture and he inserted a finger and then two more. "Ever watched your woman get fucked while she sucked you off?" he asked Roger and he shook his head no. He removed his hand and slid his cock up to her entrance and slowly inserted it, Nancy cringed. 

She could feel the head of his cock enter her, followed by his shaft and her pussy closed around it and he kept pushing, 'How fucking big is he?' she though and finally his pelvis was against her ass cheeks. He kneaded her ass cheeks as he slowly began moving in and out. Her body started betraying her now as her pussy got wetter and her vaginal muscles squeezed his cock and she sucked harder on Roger's cock. She looked up and Roger was taking in his blow job and seeing his wife fucked too and he started pushing his hips up to meet her mouth, as much as his confines would let him. 

"No!" he cried out and just then, the man's thumb popped her cherry ass hole and she screamed. "Damn, she's a lot tighter than you, boy," as he pumped her pussy with his cock and her ass with his thumb. He noticed that she had stopped sucking and he pulled his thumb out and slapped her ass," Get to it!" he insisted and grabbed her bound hands and pushed her into Roger's cock. She went back to sucking and soon, Roger couldn't stand it any more and shot his load in his new bride's mouth as she gagged and tried to swallow it. 

The man started fucking her harder and faster and soon she came as well as him as he pumped her pussy full of cum too. He withdrew and pulled her around and made her lick him off and then put her back in the chair and tied her back up. All the commotion had caused her clothespins to come of and he bent down and picked them up and reattached them, she didn't even feel it this time. A few globs of cum tricked down Roger's cock and he bent over and licked them off and Roger thought he was going to be sick, but the tongue started bringing his cock back to life. The man noticed this and sucked and stroked Roger a little and then sat down and admired his captives. 

"Don't feel too bad bud," the man said, "first time a guy sucked my cock, made me feel sick too. But your cock don't care who or what takes care of it, don't matter to it. All it wants to do is cum." and smiled at Roger. "And having a cock up your ass don't make you a queer neither, but you'll find out. Asses are a lot tighter than cunts, right missy?" and looked at Nancy. He went through Nancy's overnight bag and got some perfume out and went over and sprayed some on Nancy's neck and then bent over and smelled it. "Nice," he said and sprayed some on Nancy's crotch also. Then he went over and sprayed some on Roger's crotch too, "For later," he said and laughed. 

He untied Nancy and led her over to the dining room table and laid her out on her back and tied her to the four corners, then surveyed his prize and rubbed her little breasts and ran his hand over her mound, gently playing with her curls. He pulled a chair up to the table and sat down and leaned forward and sniffed her pussy, the perfume mixed with his and her cum excited him and he drove his head into her cunt making her raise her head off the table and scream. Roger sat helplessly as he feasted on his wife's pussy and saw Nancy's body again start to respond to his tongue lashing. 

Her nipples got hard and distended and she began to perspire. Her hands pulled against the ropes trying to push her pussy to his mouth as he gorged himself on her juices. He reached down and untied Nancy's ankles and pulled them up over his shoulders to give him more access and she locked her legs around his head and drew him into her. She began licking her lips furiously as her orgasm rose inside her and exploded in a scream and thrashing her ass against the table. 

As her orgasm subsided, he withdrew his face and turned to face Roger, Nancy's juices flowing down his chin. "Damn she likes to get eat, don't she boy?" and untied her and put her back in the chair and retied her, she was exhausted. He kissed her and shared her juices with her as he snaked his tongue in her mouth and she returned his kiss. 

He got a drink out of the fridge and sat down and drank it down. He got some water and gave them each a drink and then sat back and looked at his spent little beauty, stroking his cock as he did. He got up and went to Nancy's overnight bag again and fished out a jar of Vaseline. He looked them both up and down and then he untied Roger and bent him over the chair and retied him with his ass up in the air, then he turned Nancy's chair so she could watch. 

"In prison, you get dry fucked," he told them, "I'm not going to put your poor little virgin asses through that," as he smiled at them and dipped his finger in the gooey Vaseline and coated Roger's asshole. Nancy saw his cock spring up as he fingered Roger's tight little hole and she marveled at how Roger's cock got hard as he fingered him deeper and deeper. Roger winced as his attacker's finger searched deeper and deeper, spreading the Vaseline around his rim and deeper. The man inched his cock to Roger's ass and Nancy could now see that he was large where before she had only felt his size. 

Roger screamed out as the man penetrated his anal ring and pushed deeper and Nancy began to cry, knowing that her time beneath this maniac would come all too soon. He pistoned his cock in and out of Roger's ass now and Nancy saw Roger's cock reach it's potential and then the man reached between their legs and jacked Roger off as he fucked his virgin ass. He fucked Roger like a man possessed, burying his large cock with every thrust and he stroked Roger's cock and soon, Roger blew his load on the chair and floor and the man rubbed his hand over the head of Roger's cock and brought the cum soaked hand to his mouth and licked it off. 

Then, he bucked and rammed his cock home and exploded into Roger's virgin ass and slumped over his back. Roger looked comatose to Nancy, lying there with this man across his back. He slowly withdrew and slapped Roger's ass as he did, "That was great ,honey," and laughed and untied and retied Roger to the chair. Roger felt so humiliated as his cock dribbled cum down his shaft and cum trickled from his ass. 

'How much more could this man subject them to?' Nancy's mind asked. He sat there and took a sliver of his own cum that ran down his cock and sucked it into his mouth and saw her staring at him. 

"I raped four women and killed them," he said, "That's why I'm in prison. But I never appreciated sex until I had it forced on me in prison." He reached out and put his hand on her thigh, "Pussy, asshole, mouth, male, female, it don't matter to me. It's all sex and it feels good. In prison, if someone wants sex, they take it. After awhile, you submit. No fight, just submission." and he inched his hand toward her crotch as he talked. "After awhile, this....." and he stroked her cunt, "Don't matter anymore. This is all that matters," and he stroked his cock. 

"I didn't come here to fuck you two, you were an added bonus," and he smiled, "I'm just trying to be free." He reached over and rubbed her tit, "These, you don't get in the joint, So, I appreciate them," and bent over and sucked her nipple and she could see his cock hardening again and thought, 'oh, no.' He untied her and put her in the same position he had put Roger in earlier and retied her, she was so weak now. He turned Roger so he could watch and again dipped his finger into the Vaseline and coated Nancy's asshole this time and she began to cry. 

"I'll go a little easier on you missy, you're tighter than him," and brought his cock to her tight entrance. He pushed ever so lightly and popped through her anal ring and she screamed out in pain as he did and kept screaming as he pushed it in further. He bent forward and kissed her back between her shoulder blades and then began to pump in and out of her. His cock felt so foreign there as she tried to visualize her being someplace else, anywhere, just to get the feeling out of her mind. 

After he felt sufficiently lubricated, he thrust in and out and she could feel his balls slap against her pussy and as he picked up his pace, they started hitting her square on her clit and she felt herself getting wet once again. Her small tits were bouncing against the edge of the chair as he slammed her and her nipples tightened and before she knew it, her body was meeting his thrusts. Her mouth opened and she screamed in ecstasy as her orgasm rushed through her and it was too much for him and he joined her, filling her tight little ass with hot cum. 

She looked over at Roger and tried to beg for his forgiveness for being so weak, but he stared blankly ahead. He gave her ass a slap as he got off her, "Damn honey, you liked that as much as I did," and untied and retied her and sat down again. Nancy felt like her ass had been ripped open by a telephone pole and she shifted to take her weight off of it. As she looked at Roger, she remembered that this was their wedding night and her tears started again. 

The man dozed off for awhile and Roger and her sat there, trying to justify in their minds what had happened to them. She glanced over at their captor and watched him sleep and thought about how much she hated him. She had never hated anyone in her life, but now she wanted to kill him. 'It was more important that they survive,' she thought to herself, he could do no worse to them than to kill them and she wouldn't let that happen. About an hour or so later, he was awake again and went in and used the bathroom and got himself another drink and sat down and looked at her, Roger had fallen asleep now. 


Wedding Night



She could feel the dried, caked cum on her crotch and her chin and it repulsed her. As he watched her, she could see his cock get semi hard, 'how much can this guy cum?' she thought to herself. He untied Roger and tied his hands behind his back and laid him on the floor on his back and then untied me and tied my hands behind my back and laid me at Roger's feet, face up and tied Roger's ankles under my armpits. He straddled my chest and eased his cock up until it was at my mouth and pushed it towards my lips and I opened them without hesitation and took him in my mouth and began to suck on him as he grew. 

He slowly began to fuck my mouth and bent down and took Roger's cock in his mouth and sucked on it at the same time. He fucked my mouth and sucked on Roger until he got his cock hard and buried Roger in his mouth as he buried himself in my mouth. I heard Roger grunt and knew he had cum and then he came in my mouth and collapsed on Roger's cock. I was so weak as he untied me and after he untied Roger's ankles from my armpits, he went to get up and I sucker punched him in the balls and he went over onto his head and his hands shot to his balls. I got up and grabbed a fireplace poker and whacked him over the head and he was out like a light. I used his ropes and tied him up at his ankles and tied his hands behind his back, good and tight. 

I untied Roger and helped him to the sofa and sat him down. Roger looked like he was in shock, so I laid him down and covered him up and started a fire in the fireplace. I untied my captive and retied his hands to his ankles good and tight, so that he was trussed up like a Christmas turkey. I took care of Roger and gave him something to drink and had something myself and then fed him a sandwich and sat back and watched the fire. I got up and stoked the fire and left the poker in the embers. 

My captive started to stir and began to moan, "You fuckin cunt, I should have killed you right off!" he screamed at me. I walked over and knelt between his legs and stroked his cock and sucked on it as it got hard. I soon deep-throated him and he exploded in my throat and I spit some of it an his chest and crotch. I grabbed his cock again, "So, this is all that counts, huh?" and smiled down at him. 

I went to the kitchen and got a knife and came back and cut his balls off and he screamed at the top of his lungs as blood squirted everywhere. Then I pulled on his flaccid cock and cut it off at the base and his screaming never ceased. I got up and threw his cock and balls out the front door and came back and got the red hot poker and rubbed it all over his crotch, "Don't want you to bleed to death. The boys back at prison wouldn't have fun with you then." He then passed out and I picked up the phone and called the police.



Wedding Night



It was a warm summers evening, the French windows to the balcony, which over looked the loch, were wide open, climbing all round the outside was honeysuckle, the scent from which wafted in to the room on the slight breeze. Inside the sumptuous apartment, Richard and Susan were seated opposite each other at a table eating a light supper. It had been a busy day for the pair of them for today they had got married. They were both still dressed in their wedding clothes, Richard in a black tuxedo and Susan in a magnificent cream coloured gown. In the background soft music was playing. Susan had kicked off her shoes and was rubbing her feet up the side of Richard's legs. Whilst eating, both were staring lovingly into each other's eyes, no words were being spoken but, volumes were being said, by their eyes. When they had finished eating, Richard suggested a stroll outside along the shore of the loch. Susan nodded and put her shoes back on. Before they left, Richard turned up the music so that they would be able to hear it whilst they walked.

They left via the French windows to the balcony and down the steps to the lawn below. They were spending the first part of their honeymoon at an old Scottish castle nestled against a large loch, before jetting off to a warm Caribbean island paradise, unbeknown to Susan. They were the only guests, and so had no worries of disturbing anyone with the music. As they reached the lawn Richard took Susan in his arms and kissed her passionately on the lips slowly slipping his tongue into her mouth searching for hers, savouring the softness of her lips as they broke Susan whispered breathlessly, "Mmmm what was that for?"

"That was for making me the happiest man on the whole of this planet my Darling by becoming my wife," replied Richard, and kissed her again this time he started to turn slowly in time to the music and soon they were dancing holding each other close still kissing and looking into each others eyes. They stayed this way for two more songs at which time the music ended. 

They headed towards the shoreline of the Loch, which was about a hundred meters away. By this time the sun was beginning to set and they stood beside the loch as the sun sunk slowly beneath its surface in a blaze of crimson with their arms around each other. After the sun had completely disappeared, they continued to stroll along the shore of the loch, as the light faded, listening to the lapping of the water against the bank and to the numerous wildlife, as they all headed to their night time roosts. As it got darker they stopped and turned towards each other. They kissed again briefly before turning and walking back the way they had come.

They walked for a while, arm in arm till they reached a large weeping willow tree. As they reached the tree they heard the music from their room start up again. The maid was obviously clearing their dishes away and turning down the bed before retiring herself. The song that was playing was Susan's song, Angel by Shaggy. Richard pulled Susan under the drooping branches of the large tree. He pulled her close and kissed her passionately. Their tongues met and explored each other's mouths. Richard brought his hand up to stroke the back of Susan's neck lovingly. He broke the kiss and started to nibble and kiss on her earlobe and neck sending tremors through her body as she responded. He slid his hand down her bare back to the top catch of her dress and slowly released it. Then sliding the zip down till it would go no further. Susan's hands were not idle either. One hand was softly stroking his neck; the other had moved to the front of Lord Richard's chest and was slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt. She finished undoing his buttons and slid her hand down to the front of his trousers and started to stroke his hardening cock.

Richard let go of Susan and removed his jacket. Laying it on the floor his shirt followed. Then he placed his hands on Susan's shoulders and slowly slid the dress from them. It dropped to the floor. She stepped out of the dress and Richard picked it up and laid it over one of the branches to keep it from being ruined. 

Susan stood there in her underwear. She was wearing a lacy bra and matching thong, garter belt and silk stockings. Her shoes looked beautiful and very sexy. She moved closer to Richard stroking his bare chest. She then knelt in front of him and started to undo the belt on his trousers. Then undid the button on his trousers and slid the zip down. She let the trousers fall around his ankles and slid her hand inside his underpants taking his cock in her hand it was already hard with desire for her.


She opened her mouth and started to kiss the head of his cock. Licking it as well she slid her tongue down to the base slowly and back up to the head again and then slowly started to swallow the whole of his cock into her mouth all the way to the base. Looking up into his eyes as she did so, watching the look of pure ecstasy on his face as she swallowed his cock into her mouth. She slowly withdrew his cock before once again sliding it back into her mouth. She started to speed up her rhythm; Richard's hands grabbed Susan by the head and started to fuck her mouth in time with her strokes. Her hand cupped his balls whilst the other moved round to his backside and gently inserted a finger up his bum. This was too much for Richard and he thrust his cock into her mouth. Throwing back his head in pure ecstasy, he came into her mouth. Susan had felt him tense up and knew that he was about to release his cum into her mouth and was ready for it as it spurted into her throat. She savoured the flavour holding his cock in her mouth until his orgasm had subsided then slowly started to release him. She made sure she sucked and licked him clean.

Richard then laid her on his jacket, removed his trousers and pants from round his ankles and laid beside her, his eyes full of love for his new bride. Kissing her softly on the mouth, he slowly reached over to the front of her bra and released the front fastening. He slid his hand under the material to cup her full breast, his finger slowly tracing circles round her quickly stiffening nipple before lightly pinching it. A low moan escaped from her mouth. He moved his head down her body and took the nipple into his mouth lightly flicking it with his tongue before again tracing round it in circles, only this time with his tongue. Then moved over to the other breast and repeated the treatment on this one. Again, Susan responded. This time arching her back to force more of her breast into his mouth, as well as letting out a deep moan of desire. Richard then moved down her body lightly kissing her as he went. Getting down to her navel he kissed it and dipped his tongue into her belly button then continued his downward journey till he arrived at her shaven pussy. Susan opened her legs and Richard slowly lowered his head towards her honey pot, savouring the heady aroma that came from there.

He kissed around her pussy and marvelled at her rose tattoo that nestled near her pussy. Richard then started to kiss all the way round her pussy and then down the inside of her left thigh, down to her foot. Taking her foot in his hand he kissed her foot then proceeded to suck and kiss her toes. Richard then moved over to her right foot. Kissed the underside, then sucked and kissed its toes before starting to kiss up the inside of this leg until he arrived back at her pussy again. Once there he started to lick the outer lips keeping well away from her clitoris, Susan moaned.

He licked in ever decreasing circles but always made a point of not touching her clit. This drove Susan mad, as it was what she wanted Richard to do. Richard knew this was teasing Susan and continued to do this till she cried out in sheer frustration "please lick my clit please." Richard dipped his tongue in side her pussy then moved up and flicked her clit very gently. That was all Susan needed to bring on her orgasm. She had felt it building inside the pit of her stomach, but as Richard's tongue flicked across her clit it tipped her over the edge and a feeling of pure ecstasy flowed through her entire body. Richard continued to lap at her pussy savouring her sweet nectar as her orgasm flowed through her. 

Once Susan's orgasm had subsided, Richard laid down beside her, his cock now hard again and cuddled her. Susan rolled over and climbed on top of Richard's body so that she was lying on top of him, his cock trapped between their two bodies. She kissed Richard passionately on the lips then sat up with her knees on either side of his legs. She lifted herself up till she was clear of his body and took his stiff cock in her hand and guided it to her slick and very wet opening before slowly lowering herself on to his cock. Slowly she sank down on to his cock until she was impaled on his stiff member to the hilt. She raked Richard's chest gently with her fingernails down and then across his abdomen, the latter of which sent shivers running through his body. Susan then started to rise up and down slowly on his cock in full slow strokes till the head of his cock nearly came out of her pussy. 

Slowly but surely she increased the rhythm getting faster and faster Richard started to thrust up his body to meet her on her downward strokes at the same time fondling her wonderful breasts, rolling the nipples between his finger and thumb. His other hand went down to her pussy and started to rub her clit this was too much for Susan and her pussy clamped down on Richard's cock as her orgasm shot through her. This was enough for Richard and his cock erupted inside of her as he too came.

They lay together like this for a while catching their breaths enjoying the closeness of each other's body. Then Susan rolled off of Richard and knelt beside him. She took his cock in her hand and slowly started to lick his cock clean. Savouring the taste of their combined juices. Once she had licked him clean, she proceeded to suck him to another erection. Once she had done this she knelt in front of him doggie style. Richard got up on his knees and slowly entered her very wet pussy and made his cock nice and slick. Then he removed it totally from her pussy. Susan groaned in disappointment one second and then from sheer pleasure as she felt the head of his cock up against her arse. She relaxed totally as she realised Richard was going to fuck her tight little arse and felt his stiff cock enter her very tight hole. Richard very slowly and very gently let his cock slide in to her arse until he was totally embedded in her. He then started to fuck her tight arse with long slow strokes. Whilst he was doing this, Susan reached down and fingered her pussy and rubbed her clit. 

It wasn't long before they were both coming again and they collapsed in a heap of pure blissful exhaustion. They stayed like this under the branches of the willow tree under the stars sleeping, Richard laying partially on top of Susan, his cock still inside her arse.

It was nearing dawn when Richard awoke. He slid himself off and out of Susan waking her gently with a kiss. He helped her up and together, totally naked, carrying their clothes; they walked back to their room at the castle.

Once inside, they both got in the shower together, as they were both a bit chilly. They soaped each other's body and they left the shower. They dried themselves and cuddled up together in the giant bed blissfully happy.

When Richard awoke later that morning, he climbed silently from the bed dressed and quietly so as not to wake Susan. He left the room and made his way down to the kitchen where he managed to get a tray of breakfast for himself and his darling wife. On the tray he placed an envelope with Susan's name on it and took it up to their room. He quietly opened the door and let himself into the room. Susan was still lying as he had left her fast asleep. He placed the tray on the table beside the bed and leant over and started to kiss Susan gently on the cheek till she awoke. Smiling, she turned over on to her back and looked lovingly in to Richard's eyes. 

"I've brought you breakfast," he said. "Mmmmmmmmmmm," Susan replied and sat up in bed. Richard passed the tray to Susan and sat on the bed near her. Susan picked up the envelope with her name on it and looked enquiringly at him. Richard just said, "Open it." She opened the envelope and reached inside to pull out its contents. Inside were two tickets to a Caribbean paradise island. Susan's eyes grew wide with sheer joy and love for this wonderful man who was and always would be hers. She flung her arms around his neck pulling him towards her before kissing him fiercely telling him how much she loved him.



Wedding Night



“I LOVE YOU!” My husband, of 9 hours, slurred, as he proceeded to drunkenly slide down the leather sofa, and fall asleep.

My wedding day had been everything that I had ever wished for; it was my 19th birthday, the weather was warm and dry, my dress made me feel like a princess, and the flowers in the church looked absolutely wonderful.

Pete’s dad, Roger, held me, and said, “we’ll take him to bed, for you.” “Keith, grab an arm!” he shouted to his brother. They then dragged my husband through the hotel lounge, leaving me to say goodnight, and apologise, to the last few of our guests.

Pete had been drinking since breakfast, and the champagne, wine and beer had finally taken its toll. When he was this drunk, Peter, would sleep like a baby, until 10 or 11 o’clock in the morning.

“Where do you want him?” Roger asked, as we entered the bridal suite. “On the bed, I suppose,” I replied.

After they had, unceremoniously, dropped him onto the bed, Keith asked, “should I undress him?” Again I replied, “I suppose so.”

Roger was divorced from Peters’ mum, leaving Peter to be brought up by his domineering mother, Linda. Peters’ dad and uncle are both six feet tall, with rugged good looks. Peter looks more, like his mother, small, thin and very pretty. 

I was sitting on the sofa, feeling very sorry for myself, when Roger said, smiling, “I’m sorry, my dear, but, you’re going to be disappointed, on your wedding night.” As he handed me a glass of champagne, from our bottle, next to the bed.

“Looking at the size of his cock, she’s going to be disappointed every night!” Keith shouted, as he pulled down his nephew’s pants.

“Jesus Christ! My balls are bigger than that!” Roger laughed, as he bent over the bed for a closer look, at his son’s private parts.

Keith was; now, flicking Peters cock, from side to side, with his middle finger. I chuckled at the sight.

“I hope that he’s good with his tongue, ‘cos a little thing like that won’t satisfy a beautiful girl like you.” Roger said, looking me straight in the eye, smiling. “What do you mean?” I stammered. “You know…” and he wiggled his tongue. “Oh, my God no!” I gasped, and held my hand up to my face to hide my embarrassment. By now he was sitting next to me. “You mean he’s never tasted your nectar, and made you scream like a banshee?” he quizzed me. I shook my head. “Never?” Again I shook my head.

“I don’t believe it,” he addressed Keith, “If he doesn’t go down, on a gorgeous young girl like this, and that’s all he has,” pointing to Peters sad little cock, “, she’ll be fucking anything that moves, before Christmas, girls like this have got to be kept satisfied.” “Next, you’ll be telling us that he’s the only man that you’ve ever been fucked by.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, and took another gulp of champagne, and nodded. “You don’t think that all men are that size, do you?” They both laughed. I shrugged my shoulders.

It was true, Peter was my first real boyfriend, I had met him four years previously, when I was 15 and he was 19. 

Roger had reputation with women, usually with young barmaids, which caused the breakdown of his marriage, 10 years ago, he had one, too many affairs. Unusually, his ex-wife still had a soft spot for him, letting him stay at her house, for long weekends. I’d only met him four times before today, as he lived at the other end of the country, and had always found him to be very friendly, but a little bit flirtatious. 

Turning to face me, he started to unzip his fly, and pulled out his massive penis, it was about 7 inches long and as thick as my wrist. My eyes nearly popped out, and my jaw fell open. “You can touch it, if you like,” he said as he winked at Keith.

Tentatively I stroked it with one finger, then it jerked, and I pulled my hand away. As I was staring at this magnificent object, it grew larger and harder, before my very eyes, until it was about 9 inches long. “Get a proper hold,” he whispered as he placed my hand back onto his cock. Again, I stroked it, and the feeling was wonderful, as I had my whole hand wrapped around the shaft, and began to rub up and down, “grip it tighter and rub it faster,” he commanded, I did as I was told.

“What do you think?” Roger asked. I couldn’t stop myself, “It’s so big, it’s wonderful.” I continued wanking him. “If you think this is big, you should see his!” Both men laughed. 

When I looked up Keith had removed his trousers, and was walking towards me, his cock was jutting out like a large cigar, dark in colour, and about 10 inches long, instinctively, I put my other hand out to hold it. Keith was longer, but slimmer than his brother was, and I immediately began wanking him, too.

My head was spinning, it was my wedding night, my new husband was naked and snoring on our bed, but here I was wanking my father and one of his uncles.

 Keith moved closer, “Put you tongue out,” I did, and he rubbed the tip of his cock along it, then around my ruby red lips. “Open wide!” He said, laughing. I complied and gently, he slipped his cock into my mouth. I was surprised that there was no taste or smell, but the action of having a cock in my mouth, had my fanny tingling.

Keith put his hands along the side of my head, and stroked my hair, and wedding veil, as he moved his hips, gently pushing himself in and out of my mouth, “Suck it like a lollipop” he whispered, I did.

Roger moved my hand off his own cock, and began pulling the zip down, on my wedding dress, and unclipped my bra. While I continued sucking Keith, Roger pulled my dress down to expose my breasts. With both hands he began stroking my small breasts and nipples, which felt like bullets. 

“That’s enough,” Keith said as he withdrew his cock, “any more of that and I’ll shoot!”

“Stand up,” Roger told me, as I did so, my wedding dress fell to the floor, leaving me in my shoes, seamed stockings and matching silk knickers and suspender belt, which had small pink bows on. 

“Wow! She looks fucking lovely,” Roger said to Keith, “When was the last time that you saw tits that pointed up like that?” I picked up my glass and smiled as I took a sip, revelling in my sexiness, while the two men stared at my body, and discussed it in the crudest of terms, as they undressed.

As both were in their fifties, their bodies were quite soft, but they looked fantastic, as their long cocks pointed at me from their neatly trimmed, grey pubic hair. 

Moving my dress to one side, Keith ushered me back onto the sofa, were I sat between them. Roger kissed me, then guided my head down to his thick and bulbous knob. I gripped onto the shaft as I opened my mouth to take the first couple of inches in, I felt like a whore as I began bobbing my head, forcing as much lovely cock into my mouth as I could take, sucking like my life depended on it. I felt Keith stroking my tits, then, my nylon clad legs. He pulled my left leg onto his lap, which left my legs wide open, giving him unhindered access between my legs.

His fingers gently stroked my crack, making me shiver, with excitement. “Fucking hell, she’s pissed herself!” He laughed, as my moisture had saturated my knickers. “You’d better take them off, then,” his brother replied. Still sucking on Rogers thick cock, I moved my hips and bottom, so he could slide them off. When they were off, I immediately replaced my leg back onto his lap, I had never felt this horny before, and my fanny was throbbing, to prove it.

“Roger, look at this, her cunt’s winking at me!” Keith said as he slid one, then two fingers into my dripping love box. Their dirty talk was turning me on, as much as any of their other actions. His fingers were now going in deeper than Peters cock had ever done. It felt so good I had to take the cock out of my mouth, as I was struggling to breathe. As Keith continued jamming his fingers into me, he moved his other hand through my forest of pubic hair, until he found my ‘special button’, with only two or three strokes, I was screaming ‘like the banshee’ that Roger had promised.

As I flopped across their laps, Roger and Keith took swigs from the champagne bottle. “Now it’s our turn,” Keith said, as he knelt at the end of the sofa, opening my legs, and aiming his monster at my entrance, “No, no, no, I shouldn’t,” I whimpered, but my fanny was screaming, “FUCKME! FUCKME! FUCKME!”

“It’s too late too worry about your reputation now!” Roger chuckled as he played with my tits, and I played with his heavy balls. Keith nudged his cock against my hole, then slid it inside, in one long go. I groaned with pleasure, as it filled my body, like it had never been filled before. With my legs so wide apart, Keith was sliding in and out with the greatest of ease. Roger then turned my head and placed it back onto his lovely cock, “Don’t worry it won’t take long now,” he whispered as I began sucking and wanking like a woman possessed. With Keith increasing his speed, I could feel my tits shaking like jellies, then he stopped, and with one final thrust, I felt my womb get hotter and hotter as his spunk flooded inside me, I immediately clasped my legs around him, so as not to lose a drop. 

 Enjoying the moment, I stopped sucking on Rogers cock. So he took over, with a hand holding my head in place he wanked himself, firing jet after jet of hot spunk into my mouth, I tried to pull away, but he held me in place, making sure every drop went inside. It was hot, sticky and very lumpy as it slid down my throat. 

Keith slowly withdrew from me, but kept my legs open, “I love to watch my spunk drip out of a freshly fucked cunt,” he told me. As I was savouring the taste of Rogers’s spunk, I felt two of Keith’s fingers touch my clitoris, slowly making circles, then he increased his speed, and again, I was panting and groaning as an orgasm tore through my body.

Roger and Keith, gathered their clothes, and got dressed, as I lay curled up on the leather sofa, glowing with sexual satisfaction, as I looked at my husband snoring on our bed.

As they left, they gave me deep and sensual kisses, fingering me at the same time.

While I was kissing Keith, Roger ran his hand through my pubes, “ When we fuck you, next time, this will have to go,” He whispered into my ear and winked.

I was constantly, on heat for the whole week of my honeymoon. All I could think about was my wedding night with Roger and Keith. Every time Pete and I had sex, I was thinking of his father and uncle. Sadly, Pete being Pete, we only had sex three times, each time, very quickly, with him on top. I was desperate to show him my ‘new skills’, but never had the courage to try, so I had to content myself with masturbation in the bathroom.

I couldn’t stop thinking about Rogers ‘goodbye’ –“When we fuck you, next time”, what did that mean?

I got the answer the day after we arrived home, the phone rang, I answered, “Did you have a nice time?” I recognised the voice, it was Roger, my legs turned to jelly, and my heart started thumping, “Yes thanks,” I stammered. “Does he know?” He asked, “No, of course not,” I whispered. “Has it gone?” was his next question. “Has what gone?” I returned the question, he laughed, “Never mind that, Keith and I want to visit this weekend, have you got room for two little ones?” I got the giggles. “Yes, of course.” We made arrangements for their arrival, for the Friday night, his last words were, “Wear your stockings.” Then he put the phone down.

Pete was pleased that his dad was coming to visit, but I spent my time planning to get rid of him for a couple of hours!

At 7.30, the door- bell rang. Pete answered; it was his Dad and Uncle Keith. The men shook hands, but Roger and Keith both kissed me on the lips, and Roger squeezed my arse, “ Good girl, you’ve got them on!” he commented. I had put my wedding stockings on, under a loose skirt, with a nice fitted blouse, that emphasised my small breasts. When Pete had commented, on my stockings, earlier, I told him that I had a special treat for him later.

 After a nice meal and a few drinks, we went into the living room, “Come here and sit next to your father,” Roger patted the middle cushion on the sofa. I felt my nipples stiffen as I sat between him and Keith.

Pete brought more wine and beer.

“Son, you were a bit of a disappointment, on your wedding night,” his father told him bluntly. Pete started to make excuses, “It’s a good job, your Uncle and I were there to uphold the family reputation.” I blushed, madly, as Pete looked confused. As one put his arm around me, and stroked my tit, the other lifted my skirt, exposing the lace top, and stroked my leg, I was helpless, to stop them.

“After seeing your small cock, and Katie here, telling us what a boring bastard you are in bed, your Uncle and I have decided to service her, to stop her fucking about and being unfaithful, to you. Keeping it in the family.” Pete began to speak, but his dad continued.

“When you were asleep, pissed, we had to give her the fucking that a bride deserves on her wedding night.” Pete looked shocked, “No, don’t thank us, it’s what families are for.” Keith told him firmly, then, they began to laugh.

Pete sat, on the floor, against an armchair, unable to speak.

Pushing me by the arm, Roger commanded me, “Stand up, and show us your knickers.” Unable to wipe the grin from my face, I jumped up, stood in front of them, lifting my skirt, showing my stockings and transparent knickers.

Like connoisseurs, they studied me, “Take the skirt and blouse off,” was the next command. Laughing, I unbuttoned the skirt, and kicked it towards Pete, I slowly lifted the blouse over my head, and threw this at Pete, who was now smiling, and I could see his hard on straining against his jeans.

“Come here,” Roger said, as he curled his finger, in my direction.



Sexily, I walked toward my father. When I stood in front of him, he ran his fingers over the front of my pants, scratching at my pubes, “ I thought so, it’s still there. I told you it would have to go, before we would fuck you again.” Just like my wedding night the ‘dirty talk’ was turning me on.

“Peter, get me a towel and hot water, some scissors and your shaving tackle.” Roger sent his son out of the room. 

My God, they wanted me to shave my pubes! The idea was exciting.

When Pete returned, I was made to take my bra and knickers off, and lie back, over the sofa arm, where they had spread the towel, with my legs wide apart.

The three gathered around, Roger and Pete, swigging from their cans of beer. Keith combed my pubes, making them stand proud, then gently began cutting the hair, brushing the loose curls into a dish, “Open wide, we don’t want any accidents,” he joked. I spread my legs as wide as they would go, exposing my steaming fanny to them. As he trimmed between my legs, he kept telling me ‘what a pretty little cunt I had’, and ‘how stretched it now looked, since he had fucked me’. I was on fire and needed some cock urgently. 

When he was satisfied, he produced the shaving brush and after lathering it, rubbed the warm soap all over my private parts, I was squirming, with desire now. Then, with short, careful strokes he glided the razor over the wet stubble, paying special attention, between my legs, slowly, gently, cutting the last of my pubic hair, only leaving a two inch strip, above my clit, it was, to be, my ‘porno strip’, he said.

“Now, isn’t that the cutest cunt that you’ve ever seen,” he asked the others, they agreed, even Pete, who looked like his cock might explode any moment.

Keeping me in this position, Roger knelt before me, “Watch and learn, this is how you pleasure a woman." He told Pete. He buried his face into my sopping wet hole, and I let out a loud moan, as he ran his tongue along the lips, this was the most fantastic feeling that I had ever experienced, even better than fucking. Roger was lapping at my fanny like a puppy, then flicking my clit, with the tip of his tongue. I was going wild. When he slipped some fingers in, and licked my button at the same time, I howled, as the orgasm ripped through my entire body.

Panting for breath, they pulled me onto the sofa. Roger pushed his fat cock into my pulsating fanny, stretching it, just like my wedding night. I wrapped my legs around his back, and met each of his thrusts with one of my own. Our bodies were squashed together, as I hung on while he fucked me. Within a couple of minutes, he was unloading his come into my belly; shaking like a leaf, I needed more cock.

As they changed over, I looked down at the strip of hair on my fanny, to see a stream of spunk running out of my hole, and onto the sofa. 

Without any ceremony Keith lifted my ankles onto his shoulders and slid his cock in, the length took my breath away; the angle that he was kneeling at was fantastic, for me, as his long thrusts, again filled my belly. Roger knelt beside me, and offered his sticky, spunk-covered cock, for me to suck, I took it willingly. The smell and taste were wonderful, pure sex, obviously he was only semi-hard now, which meant that I could get more into my mouth, and he knew it, as he tried to get it into my throat, as I caressed his big balls.

“Look what you’ve been missing, son.” Roger laughed at Pete who was now wanking onto my tits for the third time, watching me suck his dad’s cock as his uncle fucked me.

“Fucking hell Roger, you’ve stretched her cunt so much, I’m not touching the sides,” Keith, light-heartedly moaned, “if I’m going to come I need something tighter than this.”

Both men pulled their cocks out, and Keith told me to get on my knees. I complied, holding onto the top of the sofa, and spread my legs, for better access (or so I thought). Keith roughly shoved two fingers into my fanny, which was soaked with my love juice and Rogers come, and pulled out some goo. He smeared this between my bum cheeks, concentrating on my other hole. The feeling was quite sensual, as it was the first time that I had ever had this touched. Suddenly, he pushed a finger into my tiny, arse hole!

The sharp pain was wonderful, but it didn’t prepare me for what came next. He gently probed the hole with the tip of his cock, then slowly pushed it in. “No! No! No!” I screamed, as the first inch penetrated me, he then pulled it back a little bit, which was just as painful, then in a couple of inches, repeating the exercise, until most of his cock was in my tight, virgin, arsehole. After a couple of minutes the pain subsided, my hole was still stinging, but I was stretching to accommodate this long thin cock. His fingers slid underneath, sliding unaided into my fanny, “Come and feel her cunt, she loves it, she’s soaking!” He shouted to Roger, who joined him, inserting his own fingers in me. I was rocking backwards and forwards with each stroke, in my arse, as he increased his speed. 

As they fingered me a thumb brushed against my clit, sending me into orbit again. As I did this, Keith picked up speed, again, as he was now sliding into my arse hole with ease. With a huge groan, he gripped my hips, and rammed into me, filling my arse with spunk. When he pulled out, my hole felt as if it was on fire, but it was a wonderful feeling as I felt the come ooze out, onto the sofa.

I lay on the sofa, getting my breath back as the three men, sat opposite drinking beer, telling me how good I looked, and how ‘good’ I was. I stroked my freshly shaved pussy, it felt soft, smooth and silky, and was covered with sticky spunk. Theatrically, I ran two fingers from my stretched bum hole, along my swollen cunt, scooping out a load of goo and then licked it off like an ice cream.

We sat around, for the next hour, or so, drinking beer and wine. The rest of the weekend continued in the same vein, with me fucking and sucking, Roger and Keith, together and separately, whenever they wanted me. 

When we went for dinner, on the Saturday evening, Roger insisted that I couldn’t wear my knickers, which gave them loads of opportunities to feel my fanny and finger me, in taxis and pubs.




Wedding Night



On the Sunday afternoon, while I was sucking his cock one last time. Roger told his son, that, in future, he couldn’t have sex with me in the week leading up to their visits, and the night before their arrival, he must shave my pubes, so that I would be ‘ready for action’!

After all, it was for his own good, because with out his father and uncle ‘servicing me’, I would be out ‘fucking strangers’.

Katie 



Wedding Night Bedding



I've been a wedding videographer for many years. I have videoed every kind of wedding from the traditional to jumping out of an airplane wearing a helmet camera to record the nuptials of a pair of skydivers. Recently, I received the most unusual request to date. 

It was during the prenuptial planning meeting with the happy couple that the request was made. His name was Mack and he was an extremely handsome young man, close to thirty years old. He had buttermilk blonde hair with a deep tan. He wore a blue shirt that matched his blue eyes. His jeans were so tight you could tell he was well hung. He was very photogenic, I thought. 

She was even better looking than him, her name was Skylar. She was twenty-three years old with a gorgeous body that she didn't mind showing off. She was dressed in skin tight black yoga pants which worked a sultry magic on her body, hugging her every curve. She wore a crop top that didn't cover her midriff. Standing at just five-feet tall and with her narrow waist, her breasts looked humongous. She was one of those little bitty gals, that was all boobs and butt that you could tell just loved to fuck. 

I popped up my laptop and played them some samples of my work. I explained that I could video their wedding in one of three styles: traditional, documentary and storytelling. I downplayed the traditional style by explaining that the finished product just wasn't worth the cost. I joked, "If you want a traditional wedding video then give a camera to your Uncle Lou because mine won't look any better." 

They both laughed, appreciating my honesty. Skylar subtly touched my bare forearm, sending goose-bumps racing to my elbow. She asked, "What's the difference between the documentary and storytelling styles?" 

Looking into her eyes, took my breath away and I had to clear my throat before I answered, "They are pretty similar, but the story-telling style takes more pre-production work, because it uses a lot of voiceovers from your friends and family. The voiceovers are then edited into the recorded wedding day festivities. It's the most expensive style." 

"And, the documentary style?" asked Mack. 

"With documentary style, the raw footage is edited after it is shot to create continuity. The finished product is a polished documentation of the happy day as it unfolds, most of the work is done post-production. It's the style I recommend, but it's up to you. It's your wedding after all," I said flashing Skylar my best sales smile. 

She touched my arm again, sending another wave of goose-bumps up it. Her brilliant white teeth sparkled in a smile as she asked, "What footage do you shoot?" 

"Usually, I shoot some pre-ceremony footage, maybe an interview with the bride and groom's parents and perhaps the best man and bride's maid. I can include the rehearsal dinner, if you want, but remember, the more footage I shoot the more I have to edit, adding to the cost of the production. Then of course the wedding ceremony itself followed by the reception up until the groom whisks the bride away for the honeymoon." 

"Have you shot any footage of the honeymoon?" 

Chuckling, I said, "No, but I did shoot footage of the bachelor party once. The bride ended up using it in divorce court against the groom two years after the wedding. I guess if you want some footage of the honeymoon, you could shoot that yourselves and I could edit it in to your video when you got back from your trip." 

"I'm not talking about the honeymoon trip. I'm talking about the wedding night, the consummation of the marriage." 

My mouth fell open. I narrowed my eyes to look into Skylar's face. I wanted to ensure she was serious, she was. None-to-subtly, I said, "I don't shoot porn." 

Skylar's eyes flared as she glared at me. A flush of red filled her cheeks as she seethed, "When we have sex, it is not pornography. It's a beautiful physical act of our love." 

"Come on babe, I told you these wedding guys wouldn't do stuff like that, we'll get a video camera and shoot it ourselves," Mack cut-in, taking Skylar's hand and gave it a squeeze. He looked directly at me and added, "I'm not comfortable with some stranger watching us do it, anyway." 

Skylar shook her head vigorously, sending her ponytail whipping through the air. "No, I don't want to do it ourselves, because then it would look like amateur porn. I want a professionally shot and edited video of the consummation of our marriage." 

"Why?" I asked, my eyes avoiding hers. 

She folded her arms across her ample bosom and asked, "Do you know of the tradition behind the bridal garter?" 

I shook my head. 

Her eyes fixed on me and with a steady voice she explained, "In olden times, at least two people, usually more, would adjourn from the wedding reception with the newlyweds to the bed chamber and witness the consummation of the marriage. After the fact, each of the bride's garters were given to the newlyweds families, as proof that marriage was consummated and that their families were indeed united." 

"Wow," I said then asked, "So you want a video to be your witness for your families?" 

"No silly, that's more than a bit perverse by the way. I simply want a record of the physical love we have for each other. I mean look at Mack, he's a fine figure of a man, but in thirty years he's going to be bald and have a potbelly."

"Hey..." objected Mack. 

"Look at my breasts," Skylar cupped both her breasts with her hands and my breath caught in my throat. She continued, "Their perfect 36Cs and in thirty years after I have nursed a couple of kids, they're going to be drooping down to my knees. I want to be able to look at that video thirty years from now and remember that when our bodies were young our love held a fiery passion. And, I hope it will still be glowing then." 

Nodding my head, I said, "That is romantic. Maybe, I could edit in the footage you and Mack shoot of your wedding night yourselves. How would that be?" 

"Unacceptable. Neither of us knows anything about shooting a video. Sure we could get set a couple of cameras, but it would still look like...what did you say? Oh yeah, it would look like Uncle Lou shot it and would be a waste of money." 

Chuckling, I conceded her point, "I guess I could video your wedding night, if you really want me too. But, please understand, I'm not comfortable with being a voyeur, so I'll factor that into the price." 

"I'm not at all comfortable, having sex in front of a stranger," protested Mack, clenching his jaw. 

Skylar's eyes narrowed as she turned to her fiancé. "You already agreed to this..." 

"I didn't think you could find a videographer that would actually agree to do it." 

Their conversation quickly escalated into a full-blown verbal brawl. I excused myself to go to the restroom. In the hallway, I noticed a security camera keeping sentinel. Returning, I interrupted the dueling duo saying, "I have an idea. I can set up remote cameras..." 

Skylar shook her head and sniveled, "It will look like cheap porn..." 

"No, it won't. They will be remote cameras, just like security cameras that I can control from another room. I can set up multiple cameras from multiple angles that will give me plenty of footage to edit together. I'm sure I could produce a finished product you will like, if not the whole job will be free." 

Mack perked up, "Free?" 

"The whole package free, the ceremony, the editing, all of it free. If Skylar isn't happy with the way the consummation is presented on the video then it will be free." 

Skylar pulled my face down to hers and kissed my cheek, her warm breath on my skin made my cock grow hard. Her smile was contagious. She sighed, "Deal."

As I gathered up my laptop and the freshly signed service contract, I watched the pair leave, paying particular attention to Skylar. With a mischievous smile, she glanced over her shoulder and caught me ogling the undulating globes of her ass in the tight yoga pants. 

Stopping and turning around, she gave me a full-frontal view of the scrumptious camel-toe the stretchy pants had created. Realizing, I had been busted I swallowed audibly. She giggled out loud, as my lust-filled eyes drank in the contours of her outlined cunt. Teasing, she said, "In a month's time you'll get to see it, bare." 

With my heart racing like it might burst from my chest, I watched her snag her fiancé's arm and lead him out the door, putting a little extra swing into her step as she left. My cock hardened in a natural response to the wanton wiggle of her buttocks. I chuckled and said aloud, "And, I look forward to seeing it bare, too." 

Later, that night as I slept spooning with my wife, Skylar visited me in my dreams. From the recesses of my mind I found myself sitting in a fitting room at a bridal shop. Suddenly, the curtain of changing stall ripped open and Skylar sauntered out saying, "I'm so glad you're here. I want your opinion concerning what lingerie I should wear for the consummation. What do you think of this nightie?" 

Sucking in a quick breath, I stammered, "Very nice." 

"I was hoping for naughty," she said with a laugh. Slowly she spun around modeling the sheer white baby doll negligée. The transparent garment revealed that her humongous pale breasts contrasted nicely with her dark sun kissed body. In the center of her areolas, her nipples stood rigid and tented the nightie's translucent material. Her white thong and bare butt cheeks were also clearly visible beneath the flimsy material. Sighing she said, "I guess this one won't do." 

The sheerness of the nightie allowed me to watch the rise and fall of each of her buttocks and the sideways sway of her hips, as she returned to the changing stall. She looked over her shoulder at me with a flirtatious grin, my cock got rock hard. The curtain made a zipping sound as she closed it. 

I caught a glimpse of Skylar smiling at me in the mirror. With a slow disbelieving shake of my head, I realized, she had left the curtain ajar on purpose. Winking at me, she shimmied out her thong. Momentarily, she stood in front of the mirror to give me a full frontal view of her nakedness before she tried on the next bit of lingerie. I squirmed in my chair and crossed my legs over my hard-on. 

Skylar slipped her legs into a white teddy and pulled it up her body, I loved the way the lace snuggly hugged her torso. There was a heart shaped hole from her naval to just under her bust which allowed me a peek at her taut tummy. She placed each of her ample breasts into the white lace cups of the teddy. Her nipples seemed to harden that much more with the material's lacey embrace. She adjusted the G-string rear of the teddy, so the flimsy material rested snuggly in the crevice of her ass. Satisfied, she pulled up a pair of sheer white thigh-high stockings then slipped into a pair of white high-heeled shoes. 

Pulling back the curtain of the changing stall, Skylar emerged and gracefully spun in front of me. She enhanced her seductive look, by sliding a strap of her teddy down to her biceps. That side of the garment fell down, to give me a tasteful glimpse of her areola and exposed her hard nipple. She posed her hand on her tummy below her naval in such a way as to call attention to her simmering snatch barely concealed by the lacey material. She asked, "What do you think of this one?" 

"It looks real nice on you," I voiced my approval. I smiled at her like a kid at the circus. 

Stepping back into the changing stall, she winked at me and completely closed the curtain this time. Being sexy comes from a confident attitude as much as it does from looks and Skylar definitely had plenty of both. 

The curtain ripped back and Skylar's attire literally took my breath away. She was wearing a white under-bust corset that left her breasts bare. They looked heavy and full. Her hard nipples begged to be sucked. She wore white sheer thigh-high stockings atop white high-heeled pumps. She wore no panties and her vulva glistened with anticipation. Her pussy was perfectly framed between the corset and stockings. Her strip of pubs seemed to point the way to her pleasure pit like a neon sign at a roadside diner. With a silky slutty voice she asked, "Do you like my outfit?" 

I couldn't find my voice and just nodded with wide eyes. 

Skylar moved steadily towards me, her hips swayed seductively from side to side. Her breasts bounced with each swing of her hips. She stopped in front of me and handed me a string of white pearls. With a quivering voice, she said, "I want to wear these on my wedding night, but I need you to put them on me." 

I took the string of pearls from her. I found out they were actually a pair of nipple clamps connected to each other by the string of white pearls. Nodding I asked, "Are you sure?" 

She looked at the clamps, across her beautiful face a bright flush raced like a fever. Her expression was clouded with unease, but she nodded in the affirmative. 

I gently squeezed each of her firm breasts before lowering my mouth to her nipples. I lightly bit and sucked each of her nipples until they were hard enough to cut glass. I knew her pussy was drenched with desire. The scent of her sex permeated the fitting room. I opened the clamps and clipped them to both of Skylar's nipples at the same time. 

She emitted a low groan of pleasure that rose steadily into a scream of agony. "Ouchhhh!" 

A stab of pain erupted in my belly. Another shot of pain quickly followed the first, as I woke from sleep. My wife's elbow made sharp contact with my gut for a third time. I sat up rubbing my mid-section and glared at my wife. I snapped, "What the fuck?" 

"What's wrong with you?" she snapped back. She had sat up too and was vigorously rubbing her breasts. Her brazen expression of pain and outrage trumped mine and I wilted beneath her harsh gaze. She continued to massage the pain from her breasts and huffed, "You were pinching my nipples like a vice. What's wrong with you?" 

"I'm so sorry, dear. You have such beautiful breasts, I guess I just can't resist them, even in my sleep." 

"More like you were dreaming of some big breasted, bimbo bride," she scoffed. Then she punched her pillow a couple of times before laying back down. "Keep your hands to yourself, asshole." 

I lie down and quickly fell asleep again. I was able to pick up my dream right where I had left off. Like a desert mirage, Skylar shimmered into view from the depths of my imagination. My eyes lingered on her huge breasts, taking note that her rigid nipples had been ravished by the alligator clamps. The string of pearls connecting the clamps danced through the valley of her cleavage with each hot breath she panted. 

With a pouty voice, she said, "I know you want relief, but I can't be unfaithful to Mack. But, since an ex-president declared that oral sex wasn't really sex, I guess I can give you a blow-job and still remain faithful to Mack."

Dropping to her knees in front of me, she unzipped my shorts and my cock sprang out like a horse bolting from a barn. Pre-cum drooled from its tip. I could actually see the big blue vein on top, dancing as blood surged through it. 

"Your cock is so hard," Skylar said and watched it sway for a moment. Her eyes shifted to mine as her hand steadied my cock. She kissed my bulbous head without taking her eyes off mine. Her eyes laughingly glimmered with naughtiness, as she licked the underside of my shaft. Her hand shifted to my balls and she gently squeezed them. She engulfed both of my bloated balls into her mouth. The suction she produced on them would have put a vacuum cleaner to shame. 

I curled my toes to keep from cumming. I babbled, "Oh my." 

She spat my balls out and licked back up the length of my cock to its head. Grapping my cock again, she tantalizingly darted her tongue into my piss slit. Now, she had me standing on my tip-toes. 

My cock disappeared into her mouth and she began to suckle. My mind was overloaded with gratification as she bobbed her head up and down on my cock, while rolling my balls in her hand. Signaling I was close to climax, my cock twitched. 

Suddenly, Skylar jammed her finger up my ass and spunk gushed out of my cock like a fire hose. She didn't even try to catch my cum in her mouth, she just let it wash over her face and drip down to her tits. 

I bellowed like bull and struggled to stay conscious as white light tore through my brain. When I finished spewing, I looked down at Skylar gasping for air. 

She rested on her bottom and looked up at me. One of her eyes was completely closed, her eye-lashes glued together by cum. Her face and tits were quite literally covered with my cum. She smiled up at me and said, "Feel better now." 

It was the most erotic thing I had ever envisioned, but my gratification was short-lived. My wife shook me awake. 

"What the fuck?" she seethed. Waving her palm in front of me, I saw that it was smeared with a white gooey substance. 

I shrugged and asked, "What's that?" 

My wife pointed at my boxers. Somehow during the night my cock had worked its way out of my underwear. My cock was still hard and cum dripped from its mushroomed head. My look of astonishment contrasted with wife's look of outrage. 

"You had a wet dream, what are you thirteen?" she ranted pulling her nightie off. The back of it was smeared with my spent seed. She glared at me and harangued, "You cummed all over me." 

As my wife stomped off to the shower, I lay back on my pillow and recalled my dream. I sighed with a deep satisfaction, "Skylar, I imagine you are a beautiful cocksucker." 

Over the next few weeks, I found myself thinking more and more of Skylar and Mack while, I videoed and edited other people's weddings. As I planned the consummation shoot, I realized I needed to inspect the bridal suite to figure out the correct lighting scheme and camera placement. 

I made arrangements with the hotel to check out the room. I stood before the huge king-size bed reeling in my tape measure and scribbled the measurement down on my pad. I examined the bed. It had a luxurious pillow-top mattress with plush bedding and lines. Closing my eyes, I imagined Mack's chiseled body lying nude upon it. 

His cock was hard and so large it nearly touched his navel, I surmised it would give his new bride a lot of pleasure. Seeing his wife emerge from the bathroom in her bridal lingerie, he hoarsely choked, "You look so beautiful, babe." 

Skylar was wearing an extremely erotic and elegant body-stocking. It was made from a soft white transparent fabric that exquisitely exposed her feminine form. The shear white garment revealed her beautiful breasts. Her nipples were hard and tented the translucent material. The bodysuit was crotchless, divulging that her pussy lips were enflamed with excitement and glistened with anticipation. To accentuate her outfit, she wore a sheer white wedding veil that hung below her very sexy butt. 

My cock was so hard, I thought I was going to pass out. I could hear my pulse in my ears and actually feel it pounding in my cock. My mouth was dry and I was panting. 

Skylar climbed onto the bed and took her groom's colossal cock firmly in her hand. Studying it for a moment, she kissed its huge head before twirling her tongue around it, lapping up its seepage. She licked the underside of Mack's massive manhood like a lollipop while gently squeezing his bloated balls. Her new husband moaned his joy. 

My face flushed with envy. I had imagined what a great cocksucker Skylar would be and I blushed with very real jealousy. I clinched my teeth and said, "Lucky fucker." 

The vocalized pleasure of her husband seemed to motivate Skylar. She looked ready to fuck. She spat out his cock and it slapped his belly with an audible smack. Swinging her leg over Mack, she straddled him backwards in the reverse cowboy position. She announced watching my reaction, "I want you to have an unobstructed view." 




Wedding Night Bedding



"Thanks," I choked, unsure how to respond. 

Picking her husband's monster cock up off his belly, she slowly began to feed it into her ravenous cunt. She grimaced and hissed as his behemoth stretched her snatch. After she had completely impaled herself on his cock, she paused to adjust to his girth. 

As the moist heat of his bride's cunt enveloped him, Mack slapped her ass and sighed, "Babe, your pussy feels so good." 

"Ow," Skylar squealed with sheer delight then shot me a wicked grin. She cooed, "He's so big, my pussy feels so full." 

Needing to catch my breath, I opened my eyes and saw the empty bed. My imagination had created a surreal scene for me. It was hard-on inducing to watch the new wife happily give so much intimate attention to her new husband. I unzipped my trousers and took my hard cock out. I closed my eyes and resumed the conjured up consummation, stroking my cock enthusiastically. 

Skylar slowly rose up on her groom's cock until just the swollen head of his cock was at her entrance. Then she just as slowly she slid back down on it until it was once again it was firmly seated within her. She repeated the prolonged cycle of pleasure over and over again. 

Mack groused, "You're torturing me." 

Taking the hint, Skylar quickened her pace while her new husband smacked her ass again. She diddled her clit in correlation to the natural rhythm of her cock riding. Her moans evolved into a low groaning that signalled she was thoroughly being gratified. She looked at me with glassy-eyes, our eyes locked, she smiled at me. She picked up speed and her moans grew louder, but she never dropped our eye contact. 

Mack grabbed Skylar's hips and pulled her down on top of him, burying his cock completely inside her. With a satisfied shout, he shot his cum into the depths of his wife's cunt, bathing her womb with his love. 

Feeling her husband's cum splatting insider her pussy must have done the trick to propel Skylar over the edge of her own climax. She arched her back and tilted her head at the ceiling and howled, joining her husband in orgasmic release. 

Once Skylar returned from her climatic heights she looked at me with a wicked grin. She tugged my cock saying, "Now it's your turn." 

Blood pounded in my ears as she stroked my cock with vigor until a frothy outburst of cum spewed forth. A psychedelic haze of white and red flashed behind my shut eyes. I grabbed the bed's footboard to stay upright as a growl of ecstasy surged from my core, "Aww!" 

The next time I saw Mack and Skylar was for real and it was the day of their wedding. I aimed my video camera at Mack, who looked rather dapper in his tuxedo. Grinning to myself, I watched him through the viewfinder as he nervously shifted his weight from one foot to other while he awaited his bride's arrival. 

When Skylar entered the foyer holding her bouquet, I pointed the camera at her. She was a beautiful bridal vision that took my breath away. The white wedding dress she wore was strapless and forced her big boobs to form a deep cleavage that made my mouth water. The dress was so short it didn't quite cover the tops of the white thigh high stockings she wore. My cock hardened as I thought of the treasure that lay just above the stockings. And, last but not least she wore a white veil. 

Realizing that I was shooting footage, she smiled impishly at the camera and said, "The dress is a bit risqué I know, but I wanted to be a sexy bride for Mack. I love him so much." 

And, you don't mind showing off that tight little body yours either, I thought as I returned her contagious smile. A moment later, she took her father's proffered arm and walked down the aisle to her groom. As I shot the ceremony, I concluded that Mack and Skylar where a good-looking couple. You could just tell by looking at them that they were truly in love with each other. 

The minister turned to Skylar and asked, "Do you take this man to be your wedded husband?" 

"I do," she affirmed slipping the ring on Mack's finger with a smile. 

Next the minister turned to Mack, "Do you take this woman to be your wedded wife?" 

"I do," he said with a nod, placing the ring on Skylar's finger.

"By the power invested in me by the state, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." 

Mack lifted his bride's veil and kissed her. The guests applauded their approval. With the ceremony complete, the crowd stood as the newly joined couple exited. 

After the wedding feast, the band started up with a melodious tune. It was time for the groom and bride to dance their first dance as a wedded couple. Skylar shimmied her hips to the beat of the music, as she led Mack onto the dance floor. It was obvious that she enjoyed being the center of attention. In fact, she probably found it even more intoxicating than the champagne. Finding my camera in the crowd, she smiled and waved at me. She spun into the open arms of her new husband. 

Mack embraced his bride and they swayed to the rhythm of the romantic music. He had to be sporting an erection from the way she kept subtly pressing into his pelvic area. Soon everyone was invited to join the happy couple on the dance floor. The song ended and the crowd applauded. 

The band played a faster number and numerous couples exited the dance floor, too embarrassed to call their awkward jerks and gyrations dancing. The champagne Skylar consumed with supper must have further depressed her already low inhibitions. I watched through the camera's viewfinder as the young bride palpitated, her sweet ass against the crotch of her groom. My cock hardened as I observed her butt grinding into Mack's loins. I giggled at the look of rapture on his face.

Soon Skylar got lost in the moment and her lust. Her ass wiggled and her tits jiggled to the wild beat of music as she performed a primeval mating dance. Provocatively, her big tits bounced in her tight white dress. It wasn't long before the top half of her dark pink areolas peeked from the top of the strapless wedding dress. 

The song ended and the happy couple returned to the main table. I shot some footage of them smiling and shaking hands with numerous well-wishers. 

As the evening progressed through the usual rituals of complimentary toasts, the cake cutting and posed pictures with family, I could tell that the brand new husband was eager to get his brand new bride out of there and up to their room to consummate their marriage. After the groom launched one of the bride's garters at the single men and the bride threw the bouquet to the single ladies, they politely said farewell to their guests and made their way to the bridal suite with me in tow. 

After we entered the elevator, Skylar jumped into Mack's arms and kissed him hungrily. The confined space of the elevator filled with the smelled of sex. As the heady aroma wafted into his nostrils, Mack squeezed her buttocks with vigor. Glancing down at his trousers, I noticed they were tented by his erection. As were mine by my erection. 

The elevator doors lurched open and I stepped out in front of the happy couple, shooting footage. I took the key card from the groom and opened the door. I entered ahead of the couple to turn on the lights. The room was fully illuminated as Mack lifted Skylar up into my arms and carried her across the threshold of the suite. I recorded the moment then watched as they retired behind the closed door of the bedchamber. 

I sat down behind the computer set up on the living room desk of the suite. The view from all four cameras could be monitored and manipulated from there. I watched with bated breath as the bride removed her veil. Then she unzipped her wedding dress and let it fall to the floor leaving her in a translucent thong and stockings.

Her round pale breasts contrasted with her dark sun kissed body. She tweaked her hard nipples between her forefingers and thumbs. She cooed and her eyes glimmered with lust. She walked towards the king size bed, not taking her eyes off the camera mounted above the headboard. Her hips seductively swayed from side to side. She stopped directly centered on the camera and pulled her husband into passionate kiss. Feeling his hard cock pressing against her tummy, she broke the kiss and glanced down at it and grinned. She was pleased that she could arouse her husband so much. 

He huffed, "I love you, babe." 

"I love you too, sweetie." She smiled and began to unbutton his shirt. 

He squeezed her breasts like they were ripe melons and tugged hard on her nipples. 

"Stop, let me undress you, sweetie. I want to pleasure you." She huffed, pushing his hands from her breasts. Squatting in front of him, she released his hard throbbing cock from his trousers. She took it in hand and jerked it until he moaned. Her eyes twinkled as she teasingly ran her tongue up and down his shaft, before she sucked the purple helmet into her mouth. Soon she was bobbing on his cock.

Before Mack could bust his nut, Skylar spit his cock out of her mouth. She rose to her feet and with a smile she turned her back to the camera and slowly slid her thong down. It clung to her soaking slit and resisted her tug. With a little more effort, she got it down her legs, revealing her pretty pucker and pouting pussy. She paused briefly bent over to let him and me, I mean the camera, enjoy the sight. She stepped out of her thong then threw it to Mack and he lifted it to his face inhaling her aroma. 

I loved the seductive sight of her slit highlighted at the juncture of her stocking clad legs. I framed her snatch into a close-up and saw that her labia were engorged with excitement and glistened with anticipation. It was evident her body was ready to receive her new husband's cock. It was mind-blowing. 

Skylar crawled onto the bed and assumed the kowtow position. Her arms outstretched before her with her nose on the bed and her knees drawn under her, fully displaying her sex. She submissively whispered, "Take my butt, sweetie." 

"What?" Mack paused, "Are you sure?" 

"Yes, sweetie, I'm sure. I'm sorry I gave someone else my virginity, but I want you to have my other cherry." 

Mack smiled then winked at the camera above the headboard. He tenderly kissed each of his bride's buttocks. Spreading her cheeks he revealed her pretty pink pucker and her sweet saturated snatch to the camera. He kissed her glistening labia and used his tongue to explore it. 

Skylar signalled her pleasure with her husband's oral manipulation by groaning raucously, "Oh, that feels so good, sweetie."

His tongue reluctantly departed from her pussy was replaced by two of his fingers. The wet soppy sound of his digits sawing in out of her cunt added to the erotic symphony of Skylar's groans and moans. He kissed her taint then pushed the flat of his tongue against her anus. 

Her body shivered like she had just received an electric shock. Her wails sounded like wet hedonistic whimpers of delight. 

Mack slithered his tongue like a snake, teasing his way into the interior of Skylar's anus. Removing his sopping wet fingers from her pussy, he wiggled them carefully into her butthole. Twisting them in clockwise and counter-clockwise motions, he stimulated her anus, relaxing it. To diminish her discomfort, he turned his attention to her clit and teased it with his tongue. He spread his fingers open like scissors, stretching her rectum in preparation for the girth of his cock. Intensifying her pleasure, he sucked hard on her clit. 

Skylar let out a low and deep moan then murmured, "Oh my goodness." 

Satisfied that his bride was suitably ready for penetration, Mack withdrew his digits from her ass. He gave her ass a stinging smack with his wet hand causing her to yelp. Then he slowly slid his gargantuan cock into Skylar's liberally lubricated pussy. 

"Ahhhh." Her unadulterated moan confirmed she found it pleasurable. 

Mack paused momentarily fully seated in his new wife's pussy and gave a growling groan. His hands held her hips with a death-grip. He thrust his cock into her cunt with a ferocious velocity, stabbing it into her snatch again and again. His breath labored in lust as he huffed, "Your pussy...pussy feels so...so good, babe." 

She whimpered, "oh, oh, oh, oh." 

Suddenly, Mack pulled his cock out of Skylar's pussy and she whined in protest. She fell silent and stiffened when she felt the blunt helmet of his cock tap, then penetrate her well anointed anus. Puffing and panting, she clutched the bedspread white-knuckled as he slowly inched his colossal cock into her ass. She sobbed, "Mack, please." 

He stopped pushing his cock into her and allowed her to catch her breath. He reached beneath her and squeezed her big breasts. He tugged on her nipples until she cried out, changing her focus from her ass to her tits. 

Skylar looked up at the camera with glazed eyes and smiled weakly. 

Sensing she was momentarily mollified Mack soothed, "Babe, your ass is so tight. It feels so good. Just relax baby, finger yourself." 

Reassured, Skylar sank two of her fingers into her pussy and frantically drove them in and out of herself. And, sooner than I thought possible, she groaned, "Fuck my ass, sweetie. Fuck it good." 

With those words of encouragement, Mack jammed the rest of his cock into his bride's butt in a single thrust. She barked as her ass fully engulfed her husband's massive member. 

Now that his bride was more relaxed and had adjusted to his gigantic girth, Mack slowly withdrew his cock from her ass. When the head of his cock was ready to pop out of her anus, he just as slowly propelled it back in to her. Again and again, he repeated this slow tease of her ass. 

Gratification began to germinate within Skylar, for soon she was whimpering "oh" with Mack's withdrawal and whining "aw," upon his renewed penetration. Lost in pleasure, she babbled words of lust, "Cock, big cock, so big, good, so good, cum, make me cum." 

He stopped and sank back on his heels dragging his bride with him. He panted and I could see, in camera, the moisture of his sweat fall in drops on Skylar's back. He kissed her ear and panted, "I...want... this... to last." 

As Skylar sat with her husband's cock fully impaled up her ass, she reached behind her head and brought Mack's face to hers, demanding a passionate kiss. Boldly looking into the camera above the headboard, she flashed a wicked smile. Then she slowly rose up on his cock until it threatened to pop out of her sweet ass and then just as slowly she slid back down on it, continuing the slow tease her husband had started. 

The video's audio captured Mack's moans of merriment and Skylar's groans of gratification, as she found an acceptable rhythm that they both enjoyed. He squeezed her breasts and gently pinched her nipples. He nibbled on her earlobe and whispered words of adoration into her ear that the audio couldn't pick-up, but seemed to please her. 

When it became obvious that her husband could no longer contain his climax, Skylar increased her speed and wiggled her ass simultaneously. Her husband gripped her hips guiding her thrashing body up and down on his cock. 

"Oh yeah, I'm going to cum," Mack wheezed. He pulled her down on his cock as cum erupted from it. He bellowed in release, "Ahhh!" 

Skylar sat perfectly still on Mack's cock as his cum flowed into her innards. As soon as he was spent, she looked directly into the camera and winked. Then she wiggled her ass, I surmised she was lining his cock up with her G-spot. She growled when it did, then she forcefully pressed her palm against her clit. Her eyes widened and she fervently palmed her clit until an intense bolt of pleasure must have rushed from her core, because her eyes rolled over white and she wailed like a banshee. 

"That's it, Skylar," I cheered from my perch in the next room. There is nothing more beautiful than a woman when she orgasms. 

Suddenly, she slumped in her husband's lap gasping for air. 

"Skylar?" asked Mack, then with more concern he demanded, "Skylar? Are you okay?" 

She patted her husband's cheek to reassure him then looked at the camera with glazed eyes and said, "Never better, sweetie." 

My eyes widened in shocked disbelief as my hard cock spit spurt after spurt of cum into my boxers. I had such a powerful sympathetic connection to the copulating couple and I was so aroused by their sexual experience that I had ejaculated without any physical stimulation. I rested my head on the desk and sighed, "Good grief." 

Looking back at the monitors, I saw Mack pull his cock out of his bride and fall on the bed. He was completely spent and totally satiated. He huffed, "That was incredible, babe." 

"I love you so much, sweetie," Skylar said as collapsed next to him thoroughly gratified. 

I had their video ready for them by the time the happy couple returned from their honeymoon. I must have shot a gallon of cum into the tissues during the editing process. Since I had been a witness to the consummation of their marriage, the loving couple gave me the other bridal garter as tradition demanded. It truly was a pleasure to video their wedding night bedding.



Wedding Night Bliss



Mary stood in her wedding dress, posing for the camera. She could feel the cum dripping down her inner thighs, and she was sure she could smell sex wafting up through the air from her abused pussy. She looked over at her new husband. Greg looked so handsome in his black tuxedo, and a small pang of guilt washed through her. She knew from the soreness that was already settling between her legs that she would not be able to give him the wedding night that he deserved and wanted from her. She should have been satisfied with just fucking his father, just a quick release before the ceremony. It would have been enough to satisfy Greg's love for her slutty side, and she would still have been able to give her new husband the fucking of his life on their wedding night. 

Instead she had allowed herself to get sucked into an all out gang bang; fucking one man after another, with a couple of women taking their place in line as well. Becky had said it was fourteen men, but more had shown up and most had taken seconds with her. Now her well-used pussy and ass were sore, and she was tired to the bone. She smiled as the flash bulb blinded her again and at the same time a similar bulb went off in her head. She would still give Greg a wedding night he would never forget, and now she knew exactly how. 

She leaned over and whispered into her new husband's ear. "I love you Greg."

"I love you too! Come on, let's get out of here." Greg grinned at her. He could smell the sex, and had seen the look on the minister's face, and saw the bulge grow in his pants as he performed the ceremony. He knew Mary well enough to know she had been doing something very naughty before the ceremony, and he knew she would tell him all about it as he happily lapped at her messy pussy later that night.

"Not just yet, I have to talk to Becky and Paula."

"Ahh, okay." He knew that her two best friends were probably partners in crime with whatever she had done earlier, and he wondered why she needed to talk to them. He was certainly not the jealous kind, but still he was eager to make love to his beautiful slut wife.

Mary saw the disappointment in his face and gently punched his arm. "Don't worry, babe, you'll enjoy tonight. I promise you that." She grinned at his expression and then hurried over to where Becky and Paula were flirting with one of the hunkier wedding guests.

"Hey guys, can I talk to you a sec?" Mary asked.

"Sure. We'll be right back hon. Don't go away." Becky said giving the man a wink.

Paula leaned over and kissed him full on the lips, and then whispered something into his ear that caused his face to flush crimson. She laughed, a high fluttery laugh like a small pixie doll, and then quickly followed Mary and Becky away from the table.

"Guys I need a favor from you tonight."

"Sure Mary, what's up?" Becky looked at her friend curiously.

"Well, after this morning I'm a little sore. Actually I'm a whole lot sore, but I don't want Greg to have to be satisfied with just eating me and getting a blow job tonight. So I want you two to help me give Greg a night he'll never forget."

Paula giggled. "Your getting old Mary, four years ago you would have taken on twice that many guys and been ready to do it again in an hour."

"Oh shut up!" Mary gave Paula a fake frown. "So will you help me out?"

Becky made a show of looking back at the hunk they had left at the table and then over at Greg. "Okay," she finally said very slowly, "I guess I can do this for you."

Mary playfully pouted at her. "Well if you would rather not help out a friend in need." She said and then stuck out her bottom lip.

"No, no, I'll do it!"

"You are such a bitch, Becky. You know you've been dying to fuck Greg since I introduced him to you."

"And you know you have been awfully stingy with him too." Becky shot back.

"Well tonight is your night." Mary turned to look at her other friend. "How about you Paula? Will you help me out tonight?"

"Of course. You know I'd never turn down a good fuck, and if Greg is half as good as you say then he will probably be the best I've had in a week or more."

"Great! Thanks guys, you are the best." Mary said. "Be at the Palace Hotel downtown tonight about 9 o'clock 'kay?"

"You'll be in the bridal suite right?" Paula asked with her eyes shining bright.

"Yeah. I'll have Greg all warmed up and ready to go. Then you knock and we'll get the party going."

Mary made her way back to her new husband, and smiled as a few more pictures were taken. When the pictures were finally through they all went to the church's social room for the throwing of the bouquet. Mary tried hard to get the bouquet to Paula, but a chubby woman with large teeth and bad skin pushed her friend aside roughly and snatched the flowers from the air with the grace of an NFL lineman. Everyone laughed and the cake was served, but since the church frowned on dancing there wasn't much else to do; besides it was almost seven and Mary and Greg were both eager to get on their way. They finally were able to say goodbye to all their friends and family and then out the door they ran in a shower of rice, straight to their limousine waiting to take them to the hotel. 

As the driver wheeled the car away from the church, Mary looked over at Greg and grinned. "Well Mr. Stevens, how do you like being married so far?"

"So far, it has been wonderful, but I am really looking forward getting you alone tonight."

"Hmm, alone huh? You sure you don't want some company tonight? Maybe watch a little T.V., eat a few snacks and then go to bed early so that we can make an early start tomorrow?"

Greg laughed at her and shook his head. "Well I like the part about getting into bed early anyway. Remember, our plane doesn't leave until four, tomorrow afternoon. That means we don't have to be at the airport until two."

"Mmm, good that means that we can have a lot of fun tonight." Mary said leaning over onto him and slowly letting her hand trail down his chest and onto his crotch.

Greg's eyes closed and a soft moan escaped his lips as her hand rubbed his cock through the tuxedo trousers.

"Do you want me to tell you what I did this morning? I was a very naughty girl you know?"

"Mmm, yeah, tell me how naughty you were."

"Well, Becky was helping me get dressed. I was already in my wedding dress and we sent my mother off on a errand."

"Wise move if you were planning on being naughty."

"Yes, well your father came to check on me and we invited him in."

"Yeah, I sent him to make sure you were alright."

"I was more than alright. I gave him a great flash of my panties and he got a raging hard on right there in my dressing room."

Greg leaned back more, pushing his own hardening cock up higher and letting Mary rub it easier.

"One thing led to another and pretty soon he had his mouth plastered on my pussy, eating me so wonderfully that I came just from his tongue."

"Did you let him fuck you? Did you let him cum in your pussy?"

Mary smiled and eased the zipper on Greg's trousers down so that she could slip her hand inside his pants. "Yes, baby, I let your father fuck me. Does that turn you on? Knowing that your father put his big thick cock into my hot pussy and pumped me full of his cum?"

"God, you know it does baby, I can't wait to lick his cum from your pussy."

"Well, his cum might not be there anymore. You see, I was actually a little naughtier than that."

"You did more? While you were wearing your wedding dress? Oh God, tell me all about it babe!"

Mary eased Greg's cock out his fly and leaned down to give it a little lick. She was satisfied with his groan and smiled as she continued her story. "While your father was fucking me... Did I tell you how good a fucker he is? Mmm, he was fantastic. He didn't have the biggest cock I've ever fucked, but it was big enough. I know I came at least twice while he fucked me like the little slut I am. Anyway, while I fucked him, Becky went and rounded up the minister and a couple of the caterers and even a few of the guests who had arrived early. She found your sister and another woman too. She brought them all up to me. When your father finished fucking me she started them in, one after another."

"The minister fucked you? God, Mary, you are so hot!"

"He fucked me third, right after one of the caterers. I didn't know it was him until I saw him at the alter. Now that I know what a great lay he is I'll have to go to church a little more often." Mary grinned and slid her mouth down over Greg's throbbing cock.

"Oh fuck, Mary. You pulled a train in your wedding dress? Damn that is so fucking sexy!"

Mary pulled up and smiled at her new husband. "Yeah, I am such a dirty slut, baby. I fucked all those men wearing my wedding dress. I'm sure there's some of their cum still on it, and I can feel their jism running down my thighs right now. I could feel it all through our wedding."

"God, Mary, you are the sexiest woman in the world." Greg groaned.

"I love you Greg." Mary once again lowered her mouth down over Greg's straining shaft.

He leaned back farther, pressing his shoulders into the soft leather seat of the limousine and groaned softly as she gently sucked his cock. She continued to please him for several minutes, using her tongue and her teeth to tease his cock until she felt his balls begin to tighten. She pulled off his cock and gave his shaft a tight squeeze.

"Not yet lover, not yet. Did I tell you that your sister licked my pussy? She was the first to eat all that cum from me. God, can your sis eat snatch! She made me cum like a freight train. Mmm, I can almost feel her tongue between my legs right now." Mary watched Greg's expression as she told him her story. She knew he was at the point that he needed to cum and needed it bad. She dipped her head down and licked his cock head again, tasting the sweet pre-cum that had managed to bubble out of his hard dick. 

"I bet she would love to lick my pussy right after we fucked. I'll have to invite her over sometime and ask her. Would you like that? Would you like to watch your sister suck my pussy? Maybe you'd like to fuck your sister and watch me eat your cum from her pussy." Mary lowered her head and took his cock into her mouth once more, sliding down on it and feeling the thick velvety knob press against her throat. She was still squeezing the base of his shaft, holding it tight to prevent his ejaculation.

"God babe, let me cum in your mouth. God, I need to cum right now." Greg couldn't help himself, he nearly yelled the words and as he sat there he realized that the driver was now looking back with a look of complete shock on his face. The shock dissipated into a sly grin and the driver pulled off the road so that he could watch without endangering them all. Greg grinned at the driver and reached over to hit the button to lower the glass window between them.

"She is the best cock sucker in the world. Would you like her to suck your cock?"

"Oh damn, are you jerking me man? You want your wife to suck a stranger's cock on your wedding day?"

"She has already fucked a bunch of men, just before we got married. What would one more cock be to her?"

Mary heard her husband talking to the driver and pulled up from her fellatio. "Baby, you know I would do this for you any other day, but not today, okay? I am so tired and I do want to take care of you tonight."

"Oh sure. Sorry hon. Maybe some other time okay man? Why don't you give me your phone number and I'll have her call you."

"Fuck man, sure." The driver turned to get one of his business cards and Mary went back to teasing Greg's cock.

It only took a few minutes for Mary to bring Greg back up to the point of no return and then she released her hand from the base of his cock and felt his cum shoot out and into her mouth. She tried to swallow it all while the driver and Greg offered encouraging words, but some of his jism still leaked from her mouth and dribbled down her chin. Finally Greg's cock quit spurting and Mary pulled off of him reluctantly. She looked up at him, and then sat up and kissed him deeply on the lips, letting him lick his own fluids from her chin and neck.

"Will that hold you 'till we get to the hotel, babe?"

"Yeah, I think I'll make it." Greg smiled at his wife and the driver turned around took them back out onto the road.

It only took a few minutes more before they were watching their luggage being unloaded by the pimply-faced bellboys that raced out to greet them as soon as they saw the long stretch limousine. Greg told them to take the bags to the bridal suite and then he and Mary went ahead to meet the concierge, an older man dressed in a well-fitted tuxedo. The concierge led them to their room and then went through the obligatory mini-tour. By the time he had shown them the room their bags had arrived, and Greg had them delivered into the small living area and then tipped the old man and boys generously.

Finally they were left alone and Mary pressed up against Greg and kissed him passionately. "Dearest, I am so sorry that I was so very naughty today."

"Don't be sorry, lover. You know how much I love you being a slut."

"Mmm, yes, but now I am sore and my pussy is all raw and tender and I can't fuck you properly."

"You mean you are too sore to make love to me? Even to sore to let me eat you?"

Mary giggled a little at Greg's forlorn look. "Not too sore for your mouth and tongue, but too sore for your cock, dearest." Greg's face brightened a little, but he still looked a little unhappy. "But I've got something planned to make it up to you."

Greg looked up at her. "Is that why you had to go talk to Becky and Paula?"

"Oh, now you've spoiled my surprise. Well, we've got about thirty minutes before they show up. Do you want to take my dress off and maybe lick my pussy for me?"

Greg grinned and nodded as he reached around her and slowly unzipped her white dress. He took his time, lowering it slowly while he gently kissed her lips, and then let his mouth trail along her neck and down over her chest. As he pulled her dress down he licked and kissed her soft skin behind it, slowly covering her body with gentle wet caresses as he went. When at last her dress fell below her, now heaving, breasts he allowed his tongue to taste her puckered nipples, first one then the other. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and gently bit it, holding it between his teeth and letting his tongue flick over it rapidly. 

Greg continued to lower his wife's wedding dress, now kissing down her flat belly, over her navel and around her soft hips. Finally the dress dropped to the floor and Mary stepped from it and led her new husband into the bedroom and over to the bed where she laid down and spread her legs wide for him. 

Mary's golden hair fanned out around her head, creating a halo effect that made her look almost angelic. Her full, firm breasts only barely dipped to the sides as she lay there with her dark brown nipples puckered up and pointing toward the ceiling proudly. Her trim flat stomach angled down to her wide soft hips. Between her legs her pussy was a mess. Swollen and red, it was covered with dried cum and saliva. To Greg it was the most beautiful pussy he had ever seen. She was freshly shaven, without even a wisp of hair to cover her sweet pussy or ass, and her lips were distended and gaping open with large globs of wet cum clinging to them. Without hesitating he knelt between her legs and kissed his way up her cum soaked thighs until his tongue dipped into her gaping hole and tasted the fruits of sluttish behavior. He groaned in near ecstasy and slurped the sticky mess from her. Mary felt her orgasm begin to build as soon as Greg's soothing tongue touched her slit. Her eyes welled up with loving tears and her breathing quickened. He continued to lap and suck at her burning sex, cleaning the mess from her with loving relish as her climax neared. She held his head in her hands, forcing him down tighter onto her pussy and she squeezed her legs together over his shoulders as her body began to quake.

"Oh, oh, oh fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh baby, suck my pussy, lick me so good!" She said as Greg sucked her burning clit, and her orgasm peaked and wracked her body with strong convulsions.

Greg sucked her swollen lips into his mouth, and drank the mixture of sperm and nectar as it poured from her. There was too much for him to swallow and it spilled from his mouth and dribbled down his chin. Finally he was forced to breath, and he sat up as Mary slowly came down from her climax.

"Oh baby, that was so nice. You are such a great pussy licker. Did you enjoy it? Did you enjoy eating my messy pussy?"

"Mmm, you are so delicious. Your sweet little pussy tastes so wonderful. I love eating you."

A knock on the door, followed by the soft sounds of giggling interrupted them and Mary smiled. "Becky and Paula are here. Why don't you lay down on the bed and get comfortable, while I go let them in."

Greg nodded and climbed onto the large soft bed, kicking off his shoes and socks once he was settled. Mary stood up and danced into the living area of the suite and then to the door. Out of habit more than modesty, she looked through the small peephole in the door and laughed. Becky and Paula were waiting in the hallway completely nude, just standing there posing and laughing with each other. Becky was taller than Paula, and her figure was fuller. Her breasts were large but firm with beautiful dark nipples that contrasted beautifully with her fair skin. Her hips were wide and full, but there was no hint of fat. Her belly was toned and flat and her legs were long and muscled. She had long blonde hair that matched the thin line of soft down that rode above her pussy.

Paula was only a little shorter than Becky, but thinner. Her breasts were small, but very perky with long nipples that stood up and pointed out beautifully. Her areolas were a light pink and almost invisible against her tanned skin. Her face was thin and long and she wore her black hair short in a style that made her look almost elfish. Her legs looked longer than Becky's because they were so much thinner, like a marathon runners, and she kept her pussy completely shaven. 

Mary stood there laughing at her friends outrageousness for several seconds and then opened the door. She didn't immediately let her two friends in, trying to prolong the joke a little and hoping someone would happen by. "Hi guys. What's up?" She asked coyly.

"Not much. Just came to see how the two newlyweds were getting along." Becky said laughing.

"Yeah, we just wanted to see if you needed any help." Paula said, "Maybe you have a big cock in there you need some help fucking? As you can see, we dressed for the occasion."

"So, did you guys go through the lobby like that?" Mary giggled, imagining her two friends streaking through the lobby of the nicest motel in town.

"No, Paula wouldn't do it. I wanted to." Becky complained, "We stripped in the elevator. We left our clothes in there too!"

"Imagine the look on the next old geezer's face when he and his wrinkled old hag get in the elevator and see our clothes piled there with our panties right on top. Bet he will have a heart attack!" Paula giggled, "So are you going to let us in or what?"


"What? Oh, sorry guys. It was just too funny seeing you out there like that." Mary backed up a little, letting her two friends slip into the room.

"Well we actually were hoping that Greg would answer the door. Where is he anyway?" Becky asked looking farther into the room.

"In the bedroom waiting for you. I'm not sneaky enough and he guessed you were coming over."

"Well take us to him baby. I'm ready to suck cock!" Paula grinned.

"Paula, you are always ready to suck cock." Becky laughed.

"Or pussy!" Mary added.





Wedding Night Bliss



It was cold winter night. Sherry had waited for this night her entire life. She sat at her hotel vanity, brushing her long curly blonde hair. Jonathon, her groom was down the hall getting ice for the champagne to toast to their new life together. As she slowly removed her wedding gown, she looked back at herself in the mirror.

"Tonight is the night." she whispered.

Her white lace nightgown clung to her curvaceous body. She gently glided her hands up and down her supple breasts, her nipples got harder and harder with each touch. She thought of Jonathon as she slowly caressed herself. She laid on the bed, moving her hands closer and closer to her tight, virginal pussy. Her fingers rubbed her already erect clitoris as soft moans hushed over the room. Suddenly, the door opened, it was him. She quickly sat up and wiped her hand on the silk bed sheets. 

"I see you've started already." Jonathon quipped with a slight smirk.

"I couldn't help myself." she blushed.

She was 19, and a real virgin. She had never see a mans member, never touched it, but she thought of it quite often. Her mother warned her of the evils of sex, how man will ask her to do dirty and sinful things. When she was young teenager and started to masturbate, she felt so guilty, but soon those feelings of guilt turned to pure ecstasy. When she met Jonathon, she was away at college, away from her mothers martyr influence. They fell in love soon after and he proposed. He never once pressured her to have sex before the wedding, he was the perfect man, and he was her man, for the rest of their lives. 

"Are you ready Sherry?" Jonathon anxiously asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be." Sherry quivered nervously.

Jonathon moved toward Sherry, undressing himself as she looked on with amazement. He put his hand on her shoulder and went in to kiss her. She hesitated, but soon gave into him. His lips were so warm and inviting. Her whole body shook with pleasure. She was ready to become a woman. He moved towards the bed and sat her down on the edge. He pulled down his boxers as his bulging manhood appeared. Sherry looked it, inspecting every vein. 

"Be a good girl and put it in your mouth." Jonathon ordered.

Sherry looked at him, scared of about what she was about to do for the man she loved.

"My mouth?" she asked nervously

"It'll feel good for me and then it'll be your turn." Jonathon said convincingly.

Sherry took his throbbing erect penis into her hand and started to stroke it, looking up at him like a scared little girl looking for approval. She opened her mouth and started to lick the tip. She opened mouth wider and took his fullness into her mouth and started to bob her head, back and forth. He put his hand on the back of her head to guide her. As he pushed his cock deeper into her, she started to gag and pull away.

"It's ok sweetie, you're doing a great job, I'm gonna cum soon." Jonathon reassured her.

She put it back in her mouth and started to suck harder and faster. His moans filled the air. Sherry knew he was enjoying himself and felt elated. 

"Oh god, I'm gonna cum baby, I'm gonna cum! He screamed. "Keep it in your mouth, let me fill you with my hot cum!" he moaned.

His body shook as the cum traveled through his long, hard cock, spurting into her mouth. She swallowed it with a distasteful look came upon her face.

"You're so good at that baby, thank you." Jonathon whispered.

"I sort of enjoyed it a little." Sherry said with a smile.

"Now it's your turn, lay down and get comfortable." He ordered.

Sherry laid back, with her legs tightly closed. Jonathon climbed onto the bed next to her and put his manly hand on her chest. He started to rub her milky white breast. Her nipples, fully erect as he stroked them. Sherry started to pant and breathe heavily as he took her left nipple into his mouth and sucked it hard. For a brief moment, Jonathon and Sherry locked eyes. He could see how nervous yet excited she was. He pulled down her white lace panties and started making small circles with his slender fingers are her clitoris. Her breathing became even more erratic as he started pushing his index finger into her. He took one of her fingers and put it inside of her, their fingers touched inside of her wet cunt. 

"Don't stop, oh god please don't stop!' Sherry screamed.

"I'm gonna fuck you now; I'm gonna fuck you so hard." Jonathon panted.

Jonathon got on top of Sherry, pushing her legs wider and wider apart. Her back arched and she gently kissed him.

"Are you ready sweetie?" He asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be, just go slow." Sherry whispered. 

Jonathon slowly stroked his hard cock, and rubbed it against her wet lips. He slowly put his penis inside of her virginal cunny. Sherry inched back as his manhood gently poked her hymen. She cried out as he pushed it further inside of her. He thrusted hard inside of her, she started to cry.

"Please stop, please it hurts so much." Sherry winced.

"Baby I got to keep going, it'll feel better soon." Jonathon said.

Sherry looked at Jonathon and nodded her head, signaling him to keep going. He grabbed her breasts and put one into his mouth and sucked her nipple hard. She wiped a tear from her eye as he lowered himself down so he could guide his cock into her pussy. He grabbed his throbbing cock and slowly pressed it against her lips, running it up and down, circling around her clit. He finally thrusted into her, hard and unapologetically. She cried out even louder than the first time. But he continued to fuck her as the blood from her freshly torn hymen surrounded his cock. She was so tight, the tightest Jonathon had ever felt. He loved it. Sherry started to breathe more and more heavily and her eyes were tightly shut. 

"Ahh you're so fucking tight!" Jonathon screamed.

As Jonathon started going in and out, Sherry noticed that the pain was slowly fading. She was even starting to feel pleasure from his long, hard cock squeezing into her tight and wet pussy. She started to pant, and her panting soon became in sync with his. She wrapped her legs around him and started scratching at his back. He seemed to like it. 

"I'm gonna cum soon baby. Can I come inside you?" Jonathon asked.

"Do whatever you want daddy!" Sherry screamed.

Jonathon lifted his head from Sherrys' breast. He made the most guttural moans and collapsed on top of Sherry. It was over. Sherry was finally a woman. A real woman. He shifted his body and laid next to her on the bed and smiled. With that one smile, she kissed him and they drifted off to sleep.



Wedding Night Bliss



"You guys are just jealous 'cause I'm better at it than you." Paula pouted.

"Hey that's an idea." Mary said, "Let's make Greg judge who is the best cock sucker among us."

"No fair, he'll pick you 'cause you just married him."

"No. We'll blindfold him so he won't know who is who. Come on, let's see if he is willing to do it." Mary led them into the bedroom. 

Greg sat up quickly when the three nude women entered the bedroom. They made quite the trio with Mary bridging the gap in looks between Paula and Becky. He had been around Mary and her friends enough to not be too shocked; so he just whistled and grinned at them. "This is going to be a great night! I can tell already."

Mary skipped over to the bed and bounded onto it beside him. "Hey baby, we want to have a little contest. We want you to judge who is the best cock sucker."

"Sure! Okay." Greg grabbed his wife. "You go first."

"No, wait. To be fair you have to be blindfolded so that you don't know who is giving you head. Then when we are all done you have to tell us one, two, or three. Okay?" Mary said, turning serious for just a second. "And the rules are that each girl only gets five minutes. I sucked him off on the way over here; so him cumming again shouldn't be a problem. You do think you can hold out and not cum don't you?"

"But why?" Greg asked with a confused look on his face.

"'Cause if you came for the first one or the second you wouldn't be able to for the third and it wouldn't be fair."

"Oh," Greg nodded thoughtfully, "sure that's not a problem."

"Great!" Mary bent down and kissed her new husband wetly and then turned to Becky. "We'll use his cummerbund to blindfold him."

Becky removed the cummerbund from Greg's waist and quickly made sure he could not see while Mary and Paula worked together to get his tuxedo pants and shirt off. They soon had Greg naked and blindfolded, lying on the bed. Then they moved off and talked quietly among themselves. They finally decided that Paula should go first, then Mary and then Becky.

Paula moved over to Greg, while Mary and Becky watched. She took his already stiffening cock into her hands and began to gently pull and rub it. She worked his cock for a few more seconds, squeezing his balls gently as she did, and then she dipped down and began to lick the tip of his cock. Her hot tongue brought a small moan from him as she licked up and down the shaft of his rigid cock. She moved lower, letting her lips trail across his balls, and then she sucked one ball into her mouth and gently squeezed it with her lips. Greg raised his arms up, crossing his hands under his head and relaxed, obviously enjoying Paula's fellatio. 

She slid her mouth up the shaft of his cock and over the head, taking it between her lips and letting her tongue flick and dodge over its velvety surface. Then she slowly began to lower her mouth down over his dick, taking inch after inch into her mouth until the head of his cock pressed against the back of her throat. Two more inches remained outside her mouth and she didn't stop, but pressed down harder, forcing his cock down her throat and bringing a gasp of pleasure from him. She pushed down, taking it all into her mouth and throat and stopped, letting her mouth and tongue massage his cock as she held it. Then she began to pull up, drawing Greg's thick cock from her mouth until only the head remained between her lips. She went down, again taking the entire length of his cock into her mouth and again she held it there for several long seconds before pulling back. She reached down and began to caress his balls as she repeated the up and down motion slowly. Greg groaned and squirmed as she pleasured him, trying hard to keep from cumming, but despite the fact that he had already ejaculated once he found himself struggling to maintain control. Whoever was sucking his cock was very good at it.

Just then Mary, who had been timing Paula, reached forward and gently patted her on the shoulder. Paula moaned softly from frustration, but moved off of Greg's cock. Mary gave Greg a few seconds to regain his control then she climbed onto the bed between his legs. She started by licking his balls, letting her tongue lave all around them, tasting them and weighing them, then she licked up his shaft and over the head of his cock. Where Paula had moved slowly, taking her time, Mary moved more quickly, giving more energy to her fellatio. She quickly took his entire cock into her mouth, squeezing his balls and pulling them roughly as she swallowed again and again, using her throat to stimulate his cock. Greg groaned loudly, and moved his hips up and down in an erotic rhythm. Mary pulled back, and then drove forward quickly, letting her teeth scrape lightly over the length of his shaft as she fucked his cock with her mouth. She moved energetically, never stopping, always shifting the point of greatest stimulation until she almost drove Greg mad with desire. He fought to maintain control; thrashing his head back and forth and grunting with the exertion of will power it was taking for him not to explode. Finally Mary's time was up and he was once again left alone for a few seconds.

Becky waited longer than Mary had before she took her place between Greg's spread legs. She started by blowing softly onto the head of his cock and then gently rubbing it from the head down to the base and then letting her fingers brush lightly down over his balls and farther down almost touching the tight puckered ring of his ass. He gasped as her fingers brushed there and Becky smiled to herself, but moved her fingers back up toward his balls, still only lightly touching him. She kissed his cock lovingly as her fingers gently circled his shaft, and began to pump his cock slowly. She lowered her lips down around the head of his cock letting her tongue circle his knob inside her mouth as her hand continued to pump his cock. Every movement she made was focused on his cock, loving it gently, as she pleased him and she felt his balls begin to swell.

Greg had been stimulated too long and he knew he couldn't hold back for much longer. He grunted as her mouth slid down lower over his cock, pressing his knob into the back of her throat and then pushing it beyond. As his cock slipped into her throat, she pushed a single finger into his tight asshole, sliding it in up past the first knuckle. He blew his load with an intensity that he had never felt before. His cock leapt inside Becky's mouth and his balls contracted, exploding jism down her throat. She swallowed quickly, taking his cum easily for the first several spurts, and then she pulled back letting his cock fill her mouth with his cum as she continued to fuck her finger into his ass, forcing it deeper and deeper as she did. 

Finally his orgasm was over and his body relaxed. Becky slid her finger from his ass and then crawled up to give him a deep kiss with her mouth still full of his cum. Greg felt her heavy breasts graze his chest and then her lips touched his and parted. He tasted the familiar salty taste of his own seed on her tongue as she slid it into his mouth. Then she was gone, and Mary pulled the makeshift blindfold from his eyes.

"Okay, lover, who was the best, one, two, or three?" She asked.

Greg made a show of thinking but then shook his head. "I have to say three. When she shoved her finger into my ass, I came like a freight train."

Becky clapped and cheered. "I'm the best. I'm the best."

"But all three were fantastic!" Greg quickly said.

Mary leaned down, and kissed him deeply on the lips. "So my love, now what do you want to do? You have three beautiful women, willing to do anything you ask. What will it be?"

Greg smiled at his new wife, and then looked down at his flaccid cock lying against his stomach. He knew there was no chance of him getting hard again right away, but wasn't about to miss this opportunity. "I want to watch Paula eat your pussy while Becky sucks my cock back to life."

Paula and Becky both grinned. Mary squealed with delight, and then pulled Greg from the bed. "Okay, you sit over there so that you have a good view," she said pointing to one of the nearby chairs, "and Paula you lay on the bed so that I can sit on your face."

Greg moved to the chair. Becky quickly knelt in front of him, and began once again to lick and tease his cock. Paula positioned herself on the bed, purposefully pointing her body straight at Greg, spreading her legs wide so that he would be able to see her gaping hole. Mary knelt over her, and then slowly pressed her dripping snatch down onto her friends face. Paula shoved her mouth upward and pushed her tongue deep into Mary's spread pussy. She wiggled her tongue inside Mary's slit and then slid it up over her clit, flicking it rapidly for just a second before running her tongue back down all the way to Mary's puckered asshole. She gave Mary a swift double lick across her ass and then sucked her lips into her mouth and pulled them gently as her tongue once again darted inside her pussy.

"Oh God, yes!" That feels so great Paula, you are such a good little pussy licker." Mary gasped out as a burning fire started between her legs in response to Paula's tongue. 

Greg's cock surprised him and began to stiffen almost immediately as Becky worked her magic mouth on him. He reached down and wound his fingers in Becky's long blonde hair, forcing her mouth a little farther down on his cock. Becky responded to his urgings, taking more of his cock into her mouth and reaching up to slide one hand under the cheeks of his ass until one finger pressed against his hole. Greg moaned and slid a little farther forward on his chair, forcing Becky's finger to slide into his ass just a little and causing a little jump in his cock.

In front of him, Mary was really grinding her pussy down onto Paula's face, smearing her juice from her chin to up above her nose. Greg looked between Paula's spread legs and saw that she her pussy was gaping beautifully, and her juices were dripping down over her rounded ass cheeks. He pulled Becky up from his cock and kissed her firmly on the lips and then he whispered into her ear.

"I'm going to fuck Paula while she eats Mary. I want you to suck on Mary's tits while I do."

"Mmm, are you sure you wouldn't rather I lick your ass? I could fuck your ass good with my fingers while I give you the best rim job you've ever had."

"Oh, shit!" Greg sighed, "yes, yes, yes."

"Mmm, I thought so." Becky licked her lips and then moved to allow him to get up.

Greg positioned himself between Paula's legs and kissed Mary on the lips. Her eyes fluttered open, and she saw what Greg intended. She leaned forward and returned his kiss passionately, shoving her tongue into his mouth and sucking greedily on his lips. As they kissed, Greg pressed forward, pushing his cock between Paula's gaping velvet lips and deep into her slit.

Between Mary's legs, Paula gasped as she felt Greg's cock enter her, and then she renewed her vigorous attack on Mary's pussy. Behind him Becky waited for him to get into a rhythm, and then, when he pulled back, she used his motion to drive one finger deep into his ass as she leaned forward and dipped her tongue down to taste his asshole. Greg grunted into Mary's mouth as Becky's finger entered him, and Mary pulled back to see what was happening. 

She saw what Becky was doing and growled, "yeah, babe, fuck his ass good. Later I'll let him fuck your ass that way. You want my husbands big dick in your ass, Beck?"

Mary grabbed Greg's face and held it so that she could stare into his eyes. "Mmm, yeah baby. You want to fuck Becky's ass? Drive your big cock up her ass and fuck her silly?. Would you like that, lover?"

Mary's words set him off and he felt himself cumming for the third time that day. Paula felt him ejaculate into her and the sensation of his cum shooting deep into her pussy set her own orgasm off. She screamed into Mary's cunt and pulled her friend's pussy down harder onto her face as she came. Behind him Becky shoved a second finger into his ass and began to pump it into him mercilessly.

"Oh, yeah, fuck my ass. Fuck my ass good!" Greg grunted out and let Becky's fingers dictate his rhythm as he continued to fuck Paula.

Soon his cock became to soft to continue fucking and he pulled out of Paula's slick hole. Becky withdrew her fingers from his ass but continued to lick him for a few more seconds, letting her tongue dart over and around his dark hole. Mary surprised Greg by grabbing Becky's hand and pulling her fingers to her mouth to taste him. Mary licked each finger, sucking it into her mouth and cleaning it with her tongue then she reluctantly climbed off of Paula's exhausted mouth.

All four of them lay down on the bed with Greg between Mary and Becky and Paula on the other side of Mary. They all rested and cuddled while they caught their breath, but soon Becky reached down and began to play with Greg's cock. She had not cum yet and was not ready for the play to stop. Mary noticed and leaned down to gently bite his nipple, forcing a low moan from him. When he moaned Paula rose up to watch what was going on, and she reached around to gently cup Mary's breasts and pull on her erect nipples. Mary turned and kissed Paula gently on the lips, and then she smiled to her friend.

"You should sit on Greg's face. He loves to eat a freshly fucked pussy and we need to get him up one more time so that Becky can get fucked!"

Paula nodded and crawled around Mary on the bed. She knelt down over Greg's eager mouth and lowered her pussy to his lips. He pushed his tongue deep into her messy snatch, slurping their combined cum from her and drinking it down with enthusiasm. His cock responded to the stimulation, and quickly it began to grow stiff again. Becky continued to play with his dick until it was fully hard and then she sat up and straddled his waist. Mary reached between Becky's legs and held his cock steady as Becky slowly lowered herself down onto his stiff shaft. Inch after inch of Greg's cock disappeared into Becky's steaming hot pussy until she had finally taken his entire thick prick. She sat still for a minute, just letting the sensation of Greg's cock filling her pussy build inside her, and then she started to rock slowly, pulling up only a little before pressing back down, squeezing his cock with her inner muscles and sending shock waves of pleasure through his shaft. Greg continued to eat Paula's well-fucked pussy as Becky fucked him with a sensuous, easy motion.

Mary sat and watched her two friends fucking her husband; then she leaned forward and kissed first Paula and then Becky, bringing the two of them together until their lips touched. The three of them kissed together, their lips pressing together and their tongues exploring each other's. Paula's hands slid up Becky's waist and onto her heavy breasts. She cupped them and fondled them lovingly, letting her thumb slid over Becky's stiff nipples. Mary trailed her hand down Becky's back, gently touching the silky softness of her skin, until her hand slipped down over her rounded buttocks and into her crease. She let her finger find Becky's dark hole and gently began to rub it, sending shivers of delight through her friend's body.

"Mmm, you like that? You'll love this. I'll be right back." Mary whispered into Becky's ear and then slipped off the bed and over to one of the suitcases that was still in the main room. She quickly retrieved the toy she wanted and a small bottle of oil and then rejoined the group on the bed.

Becky was still riding Greg's cock as Paula rode his face, both grinding down onto him in unison as they kissed and fondled each other's breasts. Mary sat and watched them for a few seconds before she used the oil to lubricate the thin, eight-inch long, purple vibrator. Once it was oily and slick she turned it on it's low setting and touched it to the small of Becky's back. Becky moaned and slowed her tempo for a few strokes, but then picked her rhythm back up. Mary made small circles on her skin, widening the area slowly until the vibrator finally touched the top of Becky's ass. She let the vibrator move down Becky's crease, lower and lower until it touched her pink bud. Becky gasped and Mary pushed the tip of the vibrator into her ass slowly. Becky moaned deeply into Paula's mouth as she felt the toy penetrate her dark hole. She stopped moving to make it easier for Mary. Mary pushed it in farther, and Becky forced herself to relax, taking it deeper. 

Greg felt Becky stop moving and then felt the vibrator slide into her. The sensation was unbelievable and he moaned into Paula's pussy as the vibrations stimulated his cock. Paula realized that something new was happening and she pulled back just a little from Becky's intense kisses and looked over at Mary. Mary grinned at her and pointed down with her free hand; so Paula leaned forward peer over Becky's shoulder.

"She put a vibrator in my ass and it's driving me wild!" Becky said as her hips began to gyrate slowly, forcing the vibrator deeper.

Paula grinned and then took Becky's face between her hands and kissed her on the lips again, this time forcing her tongue deep into Becky's mouth. Mary started to fuck Becky's ass with the thin toy, moving slowly at first and then with more vigor. Greg felt what Mary was doing and he began to thrust his hips up, trying to match his wife stroke for stroke. Soon they found their rhythm and Paula got into it, rubbing her pussy on Greg's face in time with his thrusts.

A fire started deep inside Becky and she felt herself being swept along by her growing orgasm. She started to moan, low at first and then louder. The moan turned into grunts, and the grunts became a high-pitched whine as her climax built. Finally Becky was swept over the edge and her orgasm took her. She screamed in ecstatic abandon and forced herself down onto Greg's pulsing cock, squeezing it tightly with her pussy as she came. Becky's orgasm lasted for nearly five minutes, wracking her body, mind, and spirit. When it finally ended she collapsed and rolled off of Greg as Mary slid the vibrator from her ass with a soft plop. Becky lay there exhausted and satisfied with a soft smile and half-closed eyelids.

Paula was almost to orgasm herself, and she leaned down over Greg and took his cock into her mouth, licking Becky's juice from his pulsing shaft. Mary carefully licked the vibrator clean, savoring the pungent flavor of the oil mixed with Becky's scent. Once the vibrator was clean she turned it on high and slid it along Greg's scrotum under Paula's sucking lips. Greg fought to postpone his climax, but the taste of Paula's pussy, her mouth on his cock and the vibrator working on his balls was too much for him to handle. He felt his balls clench and then explode, and he shot his cum deep into Paula's eager mouth. Paula took his cum, swallowing as much as she could, and letting the rest dribble down her chin and over his throbbing cock. His cum tasted wonderful, just a little salty and with a fine texture and she savored it even as she felt her own climax begin to build between her legs. Greg never let up his licking and sucking, working first on her swollen lips and then taking her clit into his mouth and biting it gently. As his cock began to soften, Paula sat up once more, and Mary leaned forward to kiss her, tasting her husband's cum on her friend's lips and tongue. The fire between Paula's legs exploded inside her, and she gave a series of short, sharp, squeaks as her pussy pumped copious fluids into Greg's waiting mouth. He tried hard to drink her juice, but there was just too much of it, and it flowed down over his cheeks and chin and onto the bed. Paula sat rigid, pressing her pouring slit onto Greg's mouth until her orgasm finally subsided leaving her weak but satisfied, and then she rolled off of him, laying next to him opposite of Becky. The three of them snuggled together, savoring their post-coital bliss.




Wedding Night Bliss



Mary sat at the foot of the bed smiling at her husband and two friends as they lay together. She was not upset or hurt by the beautiful moment they were sharing. Her heart swelled with love for all three of them and she knew that their adventures together were only beginning. She slipped from the bed and into the bathroom to take a quick shower; then she returned to the bedroom. They were all asleep, holding each other tenderly. Mary smiled, feeling tears of love boil up in her eyes, and she sat watching them until finally Greg woke up. He sat up slowly, trying hard not to disturb Paula or Becky and smiled over at his wife, sitting, still nude, across the room.

"Well, my husband, did you have fun? Did I give you a wedding night you'll never forget?"

He nodded, and then whispered, "I hope it's not over yet." He looked down meaningfully at his cock. It was already starting to get hard again.

Mary laughed and shook her head. Let them rest for a few more minutes, and then we'll start round two! 



Wedding Night Blues



Trudy Copeland had just become Mrs. Jason Daniels; the wedding ceremony had ended less than an hour ago and she was now back home in the new two-story home her husband had bought for them. She stood in front of a floor-length mirror in the master bedroom and examined her naked body; she was a gorgeous woman fully clothed, but naked she was even more stunning. 

Trudy cupped her 36C tits and gently pushed them together, lightly brushing the nipples with the soft pad of her thumbs. Her nipples instantly became hard fat nubs as she gently rubbed them with her thumbs. She closed her eyes for a long moment, enjoying the sensations of her touch. In no time, the twenty-five year old woman's pulse quickened and her breathing became shallow.

She opened her soft brown eyes and watched as her delicate hands moved from her tits to the firm, flat tummy and caressed the soft sun-bronzed skin. She made lazy circles around her belly button with the tip of one long index finger, feeling the electric caress send shudders of desire deep into her tummy. Trudy sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Her beautiful eyes dropped to the smooth mound of her pussy and she spread her feet apart so she could see the pink lips that were becoming wet with passion. Trudy moved the pink palms of her hands slowly over her well-rounded hips, then back up her soft inner thighs. Her gaze was riveted to the tips of her fingers as she slowly raked the long nails lightly over the smooth, freshly shaved pussy mound. She cried out softly, arching her back as tremors of pure delight made her legs tremble.

Suddenly, without warning, Trudy stopped and gazed into the mirror at her face. Long, soft auburn hair fell to just above her shapely ass and framed a narrow face, with brown eyes and a wide, sensuous mouth. The expression of lust and need had vanished from her beautiful face and now reflected the wretched emotions that flooded her head.

Jason should be here doing all of the things she was doing to herself. She should be on her knees taking his eight-inch cock deep into her mouth, deep into her cock-hungry pussy. His hands should be on her tits, his fingers caressing her burning pussy, his lips on hers, with his tongue deep inside her mouth. It was unfair that she should be home alone on this night, their wedding night.

Trudy had stopped taking the pill over a month ago so she and Jason could work on making a baby. During the last several weeks they had brought each other to climax with oral sex so she wouldn't become pregnant until after their wedding day. All she had thought about for the past week was this night and finally getting Jason's cock deep into her pussy again.

The trouble, though, was Jason was a workaholic. No more than fifteen minutes after the ceremony, he had rushed to the airport to fly to Chicago for an emergency meeting with an important client. She had known he worked hard and sometimes she felt that he loved his job more than he did her. There was no one to blame but herself, Trudy realized as she stared at her naked image in the mirror.

The sudden ring of the doorbell startled Trudy and she grabbed a terrycloth robe and hastily pulled it on. She left the upstairs room and hurried down to the large anteroom. To her surprise, when she opened the door, she found her father standing on the enclosed porch. 

"Hey, dad," she said brightly. "Come in."

She stood back and let Brian Daniels in, then closed the door and led him into a lavishly appointed living room. Without asking, she poured them both a scotch while they bantered lightly about the wedding, and then settled onto the sofa beside him. She was consciously aware that she was nude under the robe and thought about changing into something else, then decided against it. For some reason, the knowledge of being naked under the robe while she sat next to her handsome father was a little erotic.


"I'm sorry things turned out the way they did," he offered.

"What can I say?" Trudy shrugged. "He has to work."

"Yes, but not on your wedding night. No job or client is worth that."

"I agree," she said softly.

"I have to admit that I'm a little disappointed in my son," he said.

"Oh, well, what's done is done, dad," she said, forcing a little cheer into her voice.

Over the next thirty minutes they talked about his lake home that he'd purchased a few years ago just after he and his wife divorced. Brian Daniels was a self made man and had made a fortune in leasing commercial coin-operated laundry equipment to motels, apartments and laundry mats. After selling the business, which had become very profitable, for a nice sum, he'd decided to retire early. At fifty-two, Brian was living the proverbial life of leisure.

They were on their third drink and Trudy was beginning to get a buzz. Maybe it was the booze but she couldn't help looking at her father, studying his rugged handsome face. For a man his age, she had thought long ago, he was very attractive. He was lean and muscular with dark, wavy hair and gorgeous green eyes that she enjoyed looking deep into. The light gray at his temples added to the overall look and Trudy caught herself wanting to comb her long fingers through his hair.

The young woman sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. What's the matter with me? This is my father, Jason's dad, and I'm wondering what it would be like to fuck him. She pushed the thoughts from her head; yet, in no time, they were back, tempting her with images that she shouldn't entertain. Against her will, Trudy felt her nipples harden under the robe, felt her pussy become moist with desire and she inhaled sharply. What if she tested the water a little? What if she sort of led the conversation around to sex? Would he be disgusted with her?

"It was hard getting ready for tonight," she said, venturing into the water.

"I'm sure it was. Your efforts show, Trudy. You're a beautiful woman."

"I shaved about an hour before the wedding so my legs would be soft for Jason tonight," she said, venturing a little further.

"Yeah, it's a shame that he, ah, is missing out on it."

"He likes it when my legs are smooth," she said. Trudy could detect a slight tremor in her voice as she watched her father. She decided to go even further, be a little brazen. "He likes to rub his cock on my thighs."

Trudy saw Brian inhale sharply at her last statement. His brow arched when he glanced at her, then at her legs. The hem of the robe was a couple of inches above her knees and the young woman wondered if she had gone too far. Yet he just nodded and smiled at her. Trudy steeled herself and shifted around a little so that the robe was forced a little higher on her legs.

"Do you like soft legs, daddy?" she asked softly. 

"I'm not sure we should be talking like this," he said nervously.

"No one will know," Trudy countered.

"Yes, but…well, it's wrong."

For a moment, Trudy was crestfallen. She had just acted the part of a sleazy slut in front of her father, had made seductive comments in order to seduce him. She wanted a cock so bad that she had gone beyond proper decorum just to get Brian Daniel's cock in her wet, cock-hungry pussy. She felt ashamed of herself and her mind raced trying to find an excuse for her behavior. She just hoped that Brian wasn't let down with her obvious seduction ploy and would forgive her. 

Then, suddenly, she happened to glance at his pants. Trudy almost gasped out loud when she saw the bulge of his hardening cock. She looked away quickly and smiled to herself. What she was doing was wrong. She knew better than to seduce her father but she couldn't help it. She had to have him. The young woman turned to one side so that her left side leaned against the back of the sofa. Without a word, she settled her feet on his lap.

"Feel how soft my legs are?" she said.

"I…Trudy…" In spite of the fact that he was apparently aroused by his daughter-n-law, Brian touched Trudy's calves with hands that trembled. 

"Do you like my legs?"

"Yes…of course…" His voice was low and husky.

"Feel my thighs," she said softly, her eyes on his hands. She pulled on the robe until the hem was just below her sopping wet pussy. "Feel how soft they are."

Brian swallowed hard and looked into his daughter's eyes. "I shouldn't be doing this, Trudy. You're my son's wife."

"No one has to know," she reasoned in a low, soft voice.

"Oh, Trudy."

She watched as he slowly slid a hand along one soft inner thigh, then back down to her calf. Back and forth his hand caressed her legs, her thighs and calves, while the other gently massaged her sexy, petite feet. His hands felt good and the taboo part of what they were doing only heightened the pleasure that coursed madly throughout her. Knowing that she had just seduced him, something she'd never done before, stoked the fire in her burning pussy.

"Dad…" She waited for a moment after she got his attention and their eyes were locked together. Then she reiterated: "No one has to know about this. It's just you and me."

Slowly, with her eyes still on him, she shrugged out of the robe. She saw the way his eyes widened and raked her naked body with an intense gaze that left her breathless. For her part, she felt slutty for lying naked while her father drank in the sexy beauty of her body. It was a feeling that Trudy suddenly realized she liked. She raised her left leg and settled it onto the sofa back and shifted the other to one side so that her legs were spread wide, fully exposing her pussy to him. 

In a small, tremulous voice, she said, "I also shaved my pussy tonight, daddy. Do you like it?"

"I love your pussy, Trudy!" he husked.

"Eat me, daddy! Eat my pussy!"

Trudy was beyond self-control, lost to her own lust for her husband's dad. She watched through lust-filled eyes as he crawled between her widespread legs and began to lick her thighs. His tongue felt good as it bathed her soft skin, sending tiny electric jolts deep into her tummy. She combed her long fingers through his dark, wavy hair and reveled in the pure desire that overwhelmed her senses. It was crazy doing what she was doing but Trudy couldn't have stopped if she had wanted to.

"OHHHHHHHHHH!"

Brian's tongue slid easily up along her wet slit and over her sex-swollen clit. She arched her back and pulled his face tighter against her pussy. His tongue began to probe her cunny hole, tease her clit and bathe her puffy mound with exhilarating excitement. Small gasps of pleasure came from her mouth and she began to babble as the intensity of Brian's tongue continued to heighten her pleasure.

Trudy began rocking her hips slowly, humping her father's mouth with her drenched cunt. Her head twisted from side to side in frenzied passion as she bit her bottom lip. It was so good! Her sexy, handsome father-in-law was eating her pussy! She couldn't get enough of his fiery tongue!

"Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" she cried out. "Sooooo fucking good, daddy! Do you like eating my pussy?"

"Oh, yeah, baby!" Brian replied in a husky voice. "I love your pussy! I could eat it all night!"

"Yesssss! Eat me all night! Don't stop eating my cunt!"

Their relationship had been warm and casual, as it should be between a father and his son's bride-to-be, but this was entirely different. Having him between her long, naked legs while he ravenously ate her pussy was not a normal father/daughter-in-law relationship. It was taboo and Trudy loved it. And talking dirty to him just aroused her even more. 

"MMMMM!" she hissed. "You're such a good cunt licker!"

"You like that, baby? You like having me eat your cunny?"

"Yesssss! You like eating my little-girl pussy?"

"Oh, fuck, yes!"

"Yessssssssss! Babyyyyyyyyyy! I need to cum! Make my pussy cum!"

Brian attacked her pussy fiercely. His tongue licked every inch of her dripping womanhood, probed her fuck hole, and lapped at her clit with an obsession as he drove Trudy closer to an orgasm. Her hips rocked feverishly as she grunted words of heated need. Her hands roughly pulled and twisted her hard nipples until she cried out with delirious delight. She was close, very close. Suddenly, she arched her back.

"I'M CUUUUUMMMMMIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!" she screamed. "EAT MY CUNT, DADDY! EAT MEEEEEEEEEE!"

Her screams were loud in the room as Trudy writhed and thrashed and bucked her hips. Her pussy rubbed his greedy mouth forcefully: tiny, quick up and down jerking movements as she rode the crest of what was the most intense, overpowering climax of her young life. Brian held Trudy's hips, held onto her until she finally fell back on the sofa, gasping and trembling violently. Her eyes were wide as she stared at her father.

"I can't believe it!" she gasped. "I've never cum so hard before!"

"You are one incredible young lady," Brian grinned. 

"I want you to kiss me," she said softly.

"It's the least I can do," he smiled.

Brian pulled her gently into his arms and pressed his lips to hers. Trudy's mouth opened instantly and she uttered a tiny whimper of delight when his tongue slipped between her parted lips. They kissed long and deep, their tongues exploring each other's mouth with an ardent excitement. The two lovers touched and caressed each other and Brian relished the feel of the young woman's soft body under his hands.

Trudy's hands began undressing him, moving frantically as she worked the buttons on his shirt. Brian kicked off his shoes, removed his socks and helped his daughter take off his slacks and underwear. When he was finally undressed, Trudy lay back on the sofa and gazed longingly at his naked body. Lean and hard and bronze, his chest covered with a thick mat of black hair. She dropped her eyes to his cock and moaned softly. It was big and fat, just like his son's.

"Fuck me!" she hissed. "Stick your big dick in me!"

"Are you sure?" he asked. "You said you stopped taking the pill and…"

"Yes," she said. "I need you in me! I want to feel your cock explode deep inside of me and fill me with your seed!"

"Oh, baby…"

Brian moved between Trudy's widespread legs and positioned the fat head of his cock against her wet pussy lips. Slowly, teasingly, he moved the head up and down between her wet slit to lubricate it and, with his eyes on Trudy, he pushed his cock deep inside of her in one swift, hard thrust. She gasped and cried out with pleasure. Brian mashed his mouth to Trudy's and kissed her hard and deep. Her long legs went around his waist while he began rocking his hips, sending his cock in and out of her pussy. Her arms went around his neck, her hands caressing his back while she willingly accepted his cock inside of her.

"I'm gonna cum in you, Trudy!" he growled with a husky voice.

"Yes! Fill me with your hot cum!"

"I'm gonna make you pregnant! I'm gonna make a baby in you!"

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!"

Brian couldn't believe he had just told his son's new bride that he was going to make her pregnant. The forbidden act of lust he was engaging in with her and the notion that she wanted his baby sperm in her was exciting. He groaned with the incredible velvet-soft feeling of her pussy encasing his hard, throbbing cock. It felt good. The guilty feelings he'd had earlier were gone. All he wanted to do was fuck this sexy desirable creature.

"You want to see my tummy big with your baby?"

"Oh, yeah!"

"I like talking dirty to you," she husked. "I like having you fuck my cunt even more!"

"I like fucking my slutty daughter!"

"Yesssss! I want to be your slut!"

"You are my slut, Trudy!" he exclaimed as he chewed her bottom lip. "From now on you're gonna be my little slutty baby machine!"

"Oh, daddyyyyy!" she cried out. "Fuck me hard with your big daddy-dick!"

Brian began to pound his daughter's pussy hard and fast. His balls slapped her ass each time he sent his cock deep inside of her. She squealed with delight, raked her long nails across his bare back and thrust her pussy up hard against his pounding meat. They writhed and bucked together, grunted and gasped with white-hot pleasure as they clung tightly together. 

Before long Brian felt the familiar tingle that told him he was about to cum. He wanted to slow down, hold off awhile longer and enjoy the feeling of his sweet little daughter's pussy longer. But he couldn't. He continued to slam his cock into her with long, hard, fast thrusts that brought grunts of pure delight from Trudy's sexy lips.

"I'm gonna cum soon, baby!"

"Yes! Cum in me! I want to feel your seed shooting in me, making me pregnant!" 

Brian thrust twice more into Trudy's wet fuck hole, then stiffened as his cock exploded. He grunted, loud and harsh, as his balls began to empty into her pussy. He pulled it out, then slammed it back in and held it deep inside for a moment, then pulled out and slammed back inside. Trudy screamed and pressed her cunt up hard against him as she began to cum. Brian trembled with the desire and passion of his orgasm and fucked with half a dozen hard, deep thrusts before he collapsed on top of her. 

They lay panting, arms and legs tangled together, their eyes open, lips touching. Brian rolled to one side with his back against the sofa back and scooped Trudy into his arms. A buzz of emotions went though her head and she realized that she suddenly had two men in her life. Right or wrong, Trudy knew that she would not be content unless she had both father and son in her life, loving her and needing her as badly as she needed them.



Wedding Night Blues



"What the fuck are you doing Cathy?"

Cathy jumped up from the bed pushing Danielle aside as she ran after her husband of thirty minutes. How the hell could she have been so stupid to get busted like this on her wedding night? This was not happening to her. She knew it was risky but Danielle had been very persistent all day.

"Wait Mark. It is not what you think. Danielle was only trying to help me adjust the straps on my stocking. The straps were too tight and they were tearing the top of the stocking."

Cathy was telling the truth partially. She was a tall girl and the straps on her garter were a little short for the stockings she was wearing. Her white stockings reached a few inches above her knees. The lace elastic straps from her garter belt were a tad short. Danielle had done her best to attach the straps to the top of the stockings but the tension made Cathy a little uncomfortable.

She has tried to adjust one of the straps during the wedding ceremony but it was a bad case of mission impossible. Danielle had been willing to make the adjustment but Cathy declined her kind offer. Danielle had fast hands which had a way of wandering everywhere. Those fast hands had been busy all day.

The photo shoot had been unusually long but once it was over Cathy encouraged Mark to go mingle with his friends while she and her maid of honour disappeared to do some girl stuff. Mark reluctantly obliged her asking her not to be too long. The caterers were very efficient and the food was almost ready.

Cathy raised her bridal gown to show her husband the torn stocking but regretted doing that when she saw the look of disgust on Mark's face. She glanced down and wished there was a hole under her that she could have falling into and died. 

Danielle had pulled the slender piece of lace covering her pussy to one side and it was still pretty much in the same position. Her hot dripping cunt was totally uncovered.

"You must really take me for an ass Cathy. You two were having such a good time that you did not even notice me standing here by the door."

Cathy's heart sank further. She had been caught red handed by her new husband and there was no way she could deceive him. In desperation Cathy threw herself at Mark causing him to lose balance. 

They both crashed to the carpeted floor. There was no distinct plan in Cathy's mind but she knew she was going to have to fight to keep Mark from walking out and exposing her little secret to their families and friend.

"He is such a hypocrite Cathy.  I don't know why you put up with his black ass."  Cathy was on top of Mark trying her best to prevent him from getting up. She felt some of the fight leave Mark as he turned his attention to Danielle.

"Don't you dare say another word Danielle or I will make you regret the day you were born."

Danielle jumped off the bed and pounced on Mark. The two women struggled with him until they were both sitting on top of Mark pinning him to the floor.

"I am sorry to have to tell you this on your wedding day Cathy but this choir boy husband of yours had no qualms about fucking me as recent as last week."

Mark renewed his efforts to free himself from the grasp of his wife and her maid of honour. The two women were surprisingly strong and he did not want to hurt either of them so he relaxed and allowed the women to savour their little victory.

"That is a damn lie Danielle. I have never fucked you. I don't even like you. The thought of fucking you makes me want to throw up."

Danielle was sitting on Mark chest with her breast pressed against his face as she continued to restrain his hands. She had her dressed hiked up to the point where her red lace panty was clearly visible. Danielle released Mark's hands and pulled her panty to one side revealing her freshly shaved pussy.

"I am yet to meet a man or woman who would throw up at the sight of my beautiful cunt Mark. Stick your tongue out bitch. You know you want to lick my pussy."

Danielle inched herself forward bringing her cunt within inches of Mark's mouth.

"You caught us fair and square so you have to choices. You can lick my cunt then fuck both of us or you can run from this room crying like a little bitch."

Danielle eased her cunt down on Mark's mouth as he extended his tongue to take a taste of this unexpected wedding gift. He could feel the anger leaving his body as his wife's maid of honour started grinding her wet cunt all over his mouth and face.

"Yeah Mark. Lick my cunt while your wife takes your cock out your pants and suck on it." Cathy was surprised at the speed with which Mark had given in to Danielle.  She could not bring herself to believe that Mark had actually fucked Danielle before. She had known Danielle for many years and fair play was not one of Danielle's strong points.

Cathy could feel her own excitement rising as she listened to Danielle's voice directing their little passion play. She knelt between Mark's legs working his pants and brief down to his ankles. The hardness of Mark's cock was a sure indicator that even if he had never fucked Danielle before he certainly wanted to fuck her now.

She could feel the green monster of jealousy awaking inside her as she glanced at Danielle's ass which was gyrating frantically over Mark's willing mouth. She had just been busted by her new husband but she could not help but feel betrayed by Mark who had only minutes ago pledged his undying love to her.

Could Danielle have been telling the truth about Mark? Had Mark really fucked Danielle a week before their wedding? Why had Mark given in to Danielle so quickly and most importantly why was his cock so damn hard? There were so many questions circulating in Cathy's head.

This was not the usual wedding night scenario. A new bride should not have to watch her husband sinking his wet tongue in her maid of honour's equally wet cunt. She could not see Mark's hands but she was certain that he was caressing Danielle's ample breasts.

Cathy brought her lips down to her husband's cock engulfing the head and shaft. This was the second time she would be taking Mark's hard cock in her mouth. She had been more than willing to suck him off in the past but he kept bringing up all kind of religious reasons why they should wait until they were married.

Religion was nothing more than a lot of mumbo jumbo to her. She really did not care for all those rule and ideas that Mark had been on and on about in the past. When she was ready to fuck Mark would just keep talking his religious trash until she got bored and lost interest.

"Open your mouth wide Mr Mark. I have a little wedding present for you."

Danielle's voice snapped Cathy out of her mental reverie. She watched as Danielle raised her cunt up from Mark's face. Shock and disbelief registered on Cathy's face when she realized what was about to happen. Before Mark could protest the deed was done. Danielle forced a jet of her urine straight into Mark's mouth.

"You have to swallow it Mark or no more of this pussy for you ever." 

Cathy squatted over her husband bringing her aching cunt down on his hard shaft. They were officially man and wife so Mark could no longer deny her the satisfaction she craved. She enjoyed the intimacy she shared with Danielle but Cathy needed a man to quench the fire that burned deep inside her.

The circumstances under which she was fucking her husband for the first time were strange to say the least but she was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.  Mark had caught her with her legs spread and her maid of honour's face buried in her crotch. Now she had something on him that made them even.  Danielle turned around and literally sat on Mark's face covering his mouth and nose with the cheeks of her ass. She wrapped her arms around Cathy as their tongues entwined. Danielle ran her skilful fingers reached down Cathy's stomach and found Cathy's sensitive clit.

Cathy had been close to an orgasm before Mark's interruption. The sensation of her husband's cock in her cunt coupled with the way Danielle was caressing her clit drove Cathy perilously close to the orgasmic cliff from which she so desperately wanted to plunge.

She felt uneasy about one little detail. How could Danielle piss in her husband's mouth like that and make him swallow it as well? She was sure that Mark's tongue was once again connecting with Danielle's hot cunt or maybe her asshole. Danielle seemed to posses the ability to get men and women to do whatever she wished.

Their family and guests were waiting in the reception hall. There would be lots of time after the reception to sort everything out. She was a little angry at Danielle but that would pass. After all, it was Danielle who had broken Mark's resolve to leave and do god knows what.

She now had a fighting chance to salvage something out of this very unusual situation. She blocked out all negative thoughts and took the plunge of the cliff of ecstasy. She felt the surge of pleasure shooting through her entire body setting aflame her crotch and stomach.

Cathy could contain herself no longer. She summons all her remaining strength and concentrated it into one scream that echoed out into the stillness of the night.

"Shit Cathy. You don't have to let the whole world know we are in here fucking."

Danielle had her hand clamped over Cathy's moth to muffle the scream.

"That was so fucking intense Danielle. I felt as though my head was exploding."

Cathy eased herself up from her husband's cock which was still rock hard and looking quite menacing. 

"That cock felt so damn good inside my hungry pussy."

Danielle took that as an invitation to try Mark's cock as well.

"Let see how hard you can fuck me doggy style Mr Mark."

Mark looked at his wife as though requesting her permission to proceed.  "Go ahead and fuck her Mark. I want to watch you tear her pussy up with your long hard cock."

This was going to be night that all three of them would remember for a very long time. Cathy had just given her husband permission to fuck her maid of honour. She wondered how many brides before her had uttered those same words to their husbands just minutes after taking their vows.

Cathy glanced down at her wedding dress. She had been careful not to allow it to get too ruffled.  After all she was still the centre of attraction and would be on show in a few minute in the reception hall.

"We need to get ready for the reception hall so you two better fuck really fast."

Mark knelt behind Danielle and eased the head of his cock into her waiting pussy. He could not wait to tell his best friend Lance about what had happened. He had always fancied Danielle. He had kept her at a distance to conceal the obvious. The woman had a way about her that just drove him wild with desire.

No amount of prayer and fasting helped to block out the wicked and lustful desires which haunted his days and nights. He had developed a rich, detailed set of fantasies where Danielle was the star. Maybe she already knew of his favourite fantasy judging by the way she had tried to humiliate him.

He was forced to summons all his will power not to cum when Danielle raised her cunt above his mouth and pissed in it. How did she know that he wanted to be humiliated by her like this? Danielle had his attention and he wanted more of this sexy dominating tigress.

"Fuck me you little bitch. Fuck me like you are a real man and you want to tear up my pussy."

Mark allowed the words to sink into his consciousness. He had finally found a woman who could tap into a sexual vein that only he knew existed. This is what he had been longing for all his adult life. He wanted a strong woman who could dominate and humiliate him.

Danielle reached between her legs and started rubbing her clit. She was surprised at Marks excitement. Most men she had fucked resented being called a little bitch. She had seen many a man lose his erection and his interest in her when she addressed them in this way.

Maybe Mark would be a great subject for her domination fantasies. She had scored a first tonight with Mark. No man had ever allowed her to piss in his mouth and Mark had gone the extra mile by swallowing it as well. 

She was glad Mark was Cathy's husband. It would be easy to persuade Cathy to share her husband anytime. The possibilities made Danielle's head begin to spin.

Danielle worked her fingers faster against her clit. She did not want to be the only one who failed to reach an orgasm. She could feel Mark's hard cock ramming her pussy relentlessly. This was how she loved to be fuck. She did not care to be handled gently. She needed a little pain to push her over the edge.

"Harder mother fucker! Fuck me harder!"  All caution was gone and the gloves were off. Danielle did not care if all the guests in the hall below heard her. She was in her element and she intended to do as she pleased.  "Oh god. Fuck my pussy. I am cumming. I am cumming. I am cumming."

This is what Mark had been waiting for. He hated cumming before the woman he was fucking. He grabbed Danielle's waist and slam his cock into her contracting cunt again and again. He glanced over at Cathy whose hand was under her wedding dress rubbing her pussy as she watched him fuck her maid of honour.

This was the stuff of which Hollywood was made. This was a first for him in many ways. It was the first fuck with his new bride Cathy. It was his first threesome and definitely his first mini golden shower. Danielle was the first woman who had tapped into his secret desire to be dominated and humiliated.

Wedding nights should be memorable and special and his definitely was both. There was no need to hold back any longer. Danielle and Cathy had cum already and their guests were waiting. Marked closed his eyes and grunted as he shot his load of cum inside Danielle's receptive cunt