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Posted by sexaddict66 2 years ago  |  Categories: Mature, Taboo  |  Views: 3949  |  
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The Wedding Night


The Wedding Night


To tell you about myself, my name is Brad, I am 21, about 5'10", 160 lbs. I
have a very imposing football player build, am a flawless dresser, blue
eyes, dark brown hair with blonde highlights and tan olive skin. Anyway, I
had my heart broken by my high school sweetheart about four months before
the event I am going to be telling you about. She was my life, my little
angel. I had hurt her to the point that she needed to leave me and I could
not blame her. When I was dating her, my feelings for guys were completely
suppressed. I had fooled around with friends in middle school and such,
casual circle jerks, etc... but nothing serious. However, when I jerked off
it was almost always to gay porn. Then, when Queer as Folk came on TV I was
obsessed. Even more so after my breakup. I began to identify with the main
character Brian Kinney. He had a strong, fuck-em-all attitude that I wished
so much I had. He would never let his heart get broken. I really wished I
was like him and tried so hard to be just like him. He was successful in
business as I had become, and could get any guy he wanted. Most of all, he
had a guy named Justin who turned me on more than anything. Justin was
blonde, 18, hairless, sweet, romantic, and artsy. I fell in love. I
dreamed off being Brian and having my Justin...often jerking off to the idea.
Coming home after a long day in a suit, and having Justin lying there in a
pair of jeans and a sweatshirt waiting for me. Anyway, I could go on for
hours so I'll get to the story. I was invited to my second cousin's wedding
in New York. I cried for weeks at the idea of going to the wedding alone,
without my girl. So naturally, I switched into my Brian Kinney defense
mechanism mode. Fuck it, I said. Who wants to get married when you could
have a different gorgeous guy every night? Anyway, my entire f****y flew to
New York for the wedding, parents, grandparents, and all. I got dressed in
a tux at the hotel and went downstairs to meet the rest of the f****y before
we drove to the church. As soon as I got to the hotel lobby, I spotted him.
He was a gorgeous blonde around my age, wearing a black suit with a great
pink shirt. He was so slim and so innocent looking. If only he was gay I
thought. As I was staring in his direction, trying not to be obvious, I
felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see my mother. She
immediately said, "oh my god Brad, do you know who that is?" "No", I said,
pretending not to know whom she was talking about. "That's Andrew, he's bad
news, he's related to the f****y through marriage but we don't talk to his
side." Why? I asked. "Well to start he's been in reform school, he's a d**g
addict, and he's gay." Gay! I smiled to myself. But replied, "that's
awful." Anyway, I tried to mingle with the f****y and we soon left for the
wedding. The whole car ride I couldn't stop thinking about him. He was
absolutely gorgeous. Anyway, we got to the wedding and there was food and
drinks before the ceremony. I excused myself from my parents and went
outside for a cigarette. As soon as I got outside, my heart jumped. Andrew
was outside to. I didn't know what to say so I just lit a cigarette and
stood there. All of a sudden, Andrew walked up to me and said, "Brad is that
you?" "Yes," I replied, trying to sound as casual as possible. "Do you
remember me, we used to play together when we were little?" I lied and said
I did. He asked me for a light and I tried to light his cigarette with a
little flirtation but still careful in case he wasn't gay or wasn't
interested. My f****y sometimes thinks guys are gay for random reasons,
even when they aren't. Anyway, we started chatting about school, work, and
other guy stuff. Sure enough, he asked me if I had a girlfriend. I was
heartbroken on multiple levels. One, because her and I had broke up, and
two, I guessed if he asked that question he couldn't be gay. We kept on
talking and I decided that I would keep being a little flirtatious just in
case. About a half hour passed and we decided we should walk back in and
join everybody else. When we walked in, the reception hall was empty.
"Shit," I said. Everyone had gone inside to the ceremony and the doors were
closed. We would definitely make a scene walking in late and my f****y
would definitely see we were together. Just then, Andrew put his hand
around my shoulder and said; "I'll see you after the ceremony." My heart
jumped. We both were able to sneak in and I went to sit with my parents,
and Andrew with his. The whole ceremony, I was smiling like a little
schoolgirl. My mother turned to me and said, "you certainly are taking the
wedding well, considering you were crying over Kara a few hours ago." I
simply shrugged; Kara was the last thing on my mind. All I could do was
think about Andrew and tried desperately to look at him without being
noticed. After what seemed to be an eternity, the ceremony was over. I
immediately dashed outside for a cigarette. About five seconds later I
heard the door open and Andrew walked out. "Damn, that was a long
ceremony", he said. "Yep" was all I could muster not knowing how he meant
it. Did he mean long and boring or long like he missed me, I thought to
myself. Anyway, we talked for a little while about Florida, he lives there
and I went to college there so we had a lot in common. Then, he asked me if
I smoke weed. "All the time," I replied. Andrew pulled out a joint and asked
if I wanted to get high. "Sure," I said and followed him to the side of the
building. After the joint we decided we should go back inside. Everyone
was starting to sit down for dinner and the reception so we walked over to
our parents and parted ways again. As I got to the table, my mother and
aunt had very serious looks on their faces. "Were you outside with Andrew?"
my mom asked. "Yes, he was outside having a cigarette too," I replied,
trying to sound casual. "Brad, what did I tell you about him?" She said.
"Mom, I am just being friendly," I said. She warned me that my reputation
in the f****y could be ruined and the faces around the table were sheer
terror. Anyway, I really didn't care. I couldn't stop thinking about
Andrew. Whenever I glanced over at him, he was staring right back at me.
God I wish he were gay, I thought to myself. Dinner ended and everyone
started dancing. One of my cousin's girlfriends asked me to dance. I
agreed hoping it would ease my f****y's worry. Sure she was beautiful, but
as we slow danced, all I could think about was Andrew. I looked off of the
dance floor and saw him sitting at the table. God I wished I were dancing
with him instead. I think the girl noticed something was wrong because as
soon as the song ended, she casually thanked me and walked away. I decided
to go for a drink and Andrew followed. We both ordered gin and tonics and
went outside for a cigarette. Sure enough, about two minutes later my
mother came outside and made me come in. Not wanting to cause a scene, I
reluctantly agreed. Back at the table she turned to me and said, "Brad, I
am very disappointed in you." I did not answer. I told her I was going to
walk around and she threatened a plethora of things if she caught me talking
to Andrew again. With that, I told her I was leaving and stormed out. I
got outside and was almost in tears. I decided to walk the ten or so blocks
back to the hotel. Just as I started walking through the parking lot a voice
yelled, "Where ya going?" It was Andrew. I told him what had happened. He
told me that my mom had walked up to his mom and made all sorts of threats.
Then as I started to walk away he said, "Mind if I go with you?" "Sure," I
replied. We started the walk back to the hotel. About five minutes into
the walk I turned to him and said, "yeah, my mom is saying all this shit
about you being gay and a d**g addict and all sorts of shit." I tried to
laugh in order to make light of it. Andrew stopped walking and said, "I
figured that was what it was about." He then told me that he was caught
selling pot when he was younger and was sent to a military academy. That
took care of the d**g addict and juvenile delinquent comment, but he hadn't
confronted the gay statement. Then he said, "and about me being gay, well I
am." I nearly froze but simply said, "Oh, that's cool." We kept on walking
and I asked him if he had ever seen Queer as Folk. He said that he was
obsessed with it and told me everyone thinks he looks like Justin. I told
him I agreed with them. Then he turned to me and said, "you remind me of
Brian, you know that?" Ha, I thought to myself, I wish, but simply said.
"Thank you, I get that a lot." We kept on walking and just talking
casually. Suddenly, we both looked up, we were lost. Apparently we had
made a wrong turn and had no idea where we were. I was still wearing my tux
and Andrew was still in his suit. It was around eleven at night by this
point and the streets in this part of Long Island were fairly empty. We
walked some more, trying to find our way back to the hotel. All of a
sudden, Andrew asked if we could stop for a breather. I said sure. It was
at this point that I began to feel awkward, and he was looking hotter every
second. After about two minutes of silence we started walking again. We
passed by a car repair place about thirty feet later and Andrew stopped
again. I tried to make chit-chat by saying, "god it's a great night, huh?"
Suddenly Andrew turned to me, put his arms around me and said, "Would it
freak you out if I did this?" He leaned in and kissed me. I immediately
threw my arms around him and began kissing him passionately. I wanted him
so badly. A whole day of anticipation was finally happening. We were
standing right on the side of the street and neither one of us cared who
saw. I then pulled him over to the side of the car repair place and pushed
him up against the wall. We kissed some more then he sank to his knees. He
undid my fly and pulled out my cock. He began to suck it as I moaned and
ran my fingers through his hair. The intense feeling mixed with being
outside in an area neither one of knew was unbelievable. He came up and we
kissed some more. I undid his fly, pulled out his cock, and we kissed some
more. Our cock's sword fighting as we kissed intensely. We looked around
us and saw some unfinished houses being built. We walked over to one of the
house's garages and I threw Andrew to the ground. I immediately began
unbuttoning his shirt as he kissed my neck and ears. I then ripped off my
tuxedo shirt not caring that I had broken all of my diamond shirt studs and
the Gucci shirt. Andrew pulled my pants off and I did the same to him. We
were both naked in the cool New York breeze, our naked bodies rubbing all
over each other. I slowly kissed my way down his chest, concentrating on
each nipple. I then worked my way lower, my tongue teasing him in circles
and I neared his rigid shaft. I decided to tease him some more and started
licking his balls, slowly working my way to his gorgeous ass. I rimmed him
until we could both take it no more. I stood over Andrew's face as he
slobbered all over my dick, lubricating the way for what was to come next.
Next, I lifted Andrew's legs over my shoulders. I leaned in and kissed him
passionately again. My dick didn't need any guidance, it found Andrew's
hole with ease and slipped right in. A rush was sent though my body as I
felt his tight hole around my pulsating cock. I began to pump in and out
slowly as we made love. I felt so powerful, so perfect, so hot, so much
like, oh my god, Brian Kinney. Andrew was moaning wildly and begged me to
let him suck me some more. I agreed and we switched positions. I laid my
naked body down on the cold concrete garage floor. Every sense in my body
was awakened. I could see Andrew's gorgeous body, I could hear his moans, I
could taste his lips, I could smell his scent, and best of all, I could
touch every inch. Andrew took my cock into his mouth and gave me the best
blowjob I had ever had. He didn't gag at all. He took every inch and even
put my hands on his head to control the thrusts even deeper. I felt the
best electric shock of my life throughout my entire body as my toes curled
and I came down his throat. We kissed some more before he stood up and it
was my turn to reciprocate. I licked his whole body. This time from his toes
upwards. His scent was amazing and I almost came again. I took his cock
into my mouth, and then licked the sides, teasing it, tasting it, loving
every inch. I decided to take the whole thing in my mouth. I began to hum
and told him how good he tasted. Just then I felt his body shake and he
came down my throat. I loved the taste of his cum. As soon as he came, our
cell phones both began to ring. It was our parents. He silenced his and I
picked mine up. It was my mother. "Brad, where the fuck are you?" "At a
bar," I lied. "Is Andrew with you?" "No of course not" I lied again. I
told her I would be back in an hour. I hung up the phone and we both
hurried to get whatever clothes on we could that were still somewhat
wearable. We saw a gas station in the distance that looked open so we
walked hand in hand over to it. We asked for directions to the hotel and
the cashier didn't know so we asked someone filling up their car. The lady
was very pretty, in her mid 20's. She eagerly helped us and as we thanked
her she said, "looks like you boys had a fun night but you might want to
wipe the cum off of your cheek. She pointed to Andrew's cheek. She gave us a
wink and we all had a laugh. Andrew and I walked as slowly as possible back
to the hotel, pausing every couple of feet to kiss. Something about kissing
him in plain view of everyone passing by really turned me on. We continued
the hotel. When we were about a hundred yards from the front door, we
stopped and made out some more. We decided to see each other the following
morning before everyone left. Then, we kept walking. When we got to the
hotel, we were no so warmly greeted by both of our mothers at the front
door. We were speechless. "We have been waiting all night for the two of
you to show," our mothers said in unison. My mother grabbed me by the arm
and led me to my room. She turned to me and said, "Did you have a nice
screw?" I didn't answer, but burst into tears. She turned around and left.
The next morning I felt so bad for her I didn't even see Andrew when he sent
me a text message to meet him outside for a cigarette. About an hour later
my stepfather and I went outside to smoke a cigarette together after
breakfast. The hotel door opened and Andrew walked out. God he was
beautiful. We were both wearing almost identical black t-shirts and jeans.
His blonde hair was glistening in the sun. I had to fight back the urge to
run over and kiss him. I simply stuck my hand out and shook his hand.
"It's nice to see you," I said. "You too," he said. With that he left the
hotel and that was the last time I saw him.
... Continue»
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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-in-law 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-in-law 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-in-law, 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-in-law, 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-in-law. 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 f***ed 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-in-law, 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-in-law 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-in-law'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-in-law 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-in-law'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-in-law/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 f***efully: 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-in-law.

"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-in-law 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-in-law!"

"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-in-law'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-in-law'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.

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I orchestrated Her Wedding Night of Sodomy

It was a long time ago, but for titillation purposes, I have decided to let you in on a secret of mine, one where the sacred marriage bed was sodomized, not by the groom, but by a man I chose, when you read this, you will have more insight into me as a female, a friend, and a sex monster.
I knew Mark when we were in our teens, he was always keen on Amber, another girl I barely knew, and named after her father's favorite Porn actress, I knew this personally, as he tried ever so hard to give yours truly, his meaty length, on night on an overnight stay with Amber.
We never became bosom friends and went our own ways when we went to different Universities, but Mark and I did explore ourselves, but again he became more like a b*****r than lover, and I would set him up with friends in need of a good shag.
Amber drifted back into our town and Mark hounded her, I always thought, 'If only she would let him fuck her', he might just go away and get on with life, but Amber was one of those bitches who liked to have men hanging around, if only to boost her ego, and for that alone, she pissed me off.
One night was shared a hotel room in Hamburg and over a bottle of wine I suggested to her she let Mark fuck her, she laughed in my face and told me, she preferred to have him panting for her.
Poor Mark did pant, right up until her wedding night, he was devastated, but as fate has a way of balancing the playing field, both the bride and groom, passed out on the wedding night, thanks to their love of booze.
I was leaving the hotel, and decided to call in on their room to say goodbye, and found the room door open, with Amber lying provocatively in her sexy undies on the bed, and her new husband, Carl, on the floor snoring.
I tried to wake her up. but she was in a d***ken stupor, just wanting to sl**p, so I called for help, on my mobile, and the person I called was Mark.
As Mark was on his way, not really knowing why, as I never mentioned what was happening, I went into the bathroom and found a pair of scissors, and cut her panties from her, I thought this would be a nice sight for Mark to see, then fishing into my handbag, took out my little tube of Astroglide Gel, and lubed her up, the sheen on her button-hole looked inviting, and then I sat down and patiently awaited Marks arrival.
The room door knocked and I got up and opened it, watching Marks face as he entered to room and immediately his eyes rested on Amber's nudity and provocative pose on the bed.
'Fuck me Mariel', he muttered as he pushed past me, his eyes locked onto the girl he worshiped, he had never seen her in the nude, well almost nude as the stockings and garter belt, helped to emphasize and frame her juicier parts, 'I think fucking her would be better for you Mark', and he turned and looked momentarily at me, then back to Amber.
He sat on the bed's edge and stroked her bared bottom, his finger drawn to the lubes smearing on her anus, 'Put your finger inside her', I urged him, and delighted on his immediate response, as each knuckle slid into her and all three digits were fully inserted, Amber remained blissfully deep in sl**p, as her room guests toyed with her butt-hole.
He turned and looked at me sitting in the chair watching with obvious delight, 'What should I do', he looked lost, 'Fuck her you dumb fuck', I was loosing patience with him, some men never really learn about dealing with certain women, 'Stick you cock in her ass and fuck her', an anal **** on her wedding night was just the film I wanted, so Mark started undressing and once naked I went across to him and dropped to my knees and gave him some encouragement with my own mouth.
Sufficiently hard he mounted the bed and entered her anus, sliding all the way inside, then all caution was cast aside as he realized he was inside the girl he loved, it had been that easy, so he humped and I filmed on my camera, watching her asshole move in all directions of the compass, and culminate in a noisy climax, Amber moaned, but remained oblivious.
Before he pulled out from her I asked Mark to remain in her until I located her own camera, then took some shots of her and Mark, whom she would never recognize in the photos, and her husbands prostate body snoring on the floor, she would be in no doubt of her anal fuck on her wedding night to some stranger.
We left leaving her seeping Marks cream-pie from her butt-hole, I took Mark back to my place and we slept and fucked in the morning, his reward for being a good boy, Amber was aghast in the morning, the mess and the pain met her head on, she knew she had been violated on her wedding night, the photos on her cam saw to that, but violated in her ass, well that really was a stroke of genius, no woman ever forgets her anal encounters, especially by a stranger, on her most sacred of sacred nights.

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wedding night surprise

Carol and I had been dating for a little more than 18 months when I finally got up the nerve to ask her to marry me. She agreed, holding me tight, and kissed me, at first gently, then more passionately, teasing me with her lips and tongue. She is a great kisser, I can assure you. But Carol came from a very conservative, church going f****y, and our sex life had consisted of a lot of passionate necking and my wandering hands, but she had convinced me that we should wait until our wedding to learn the joy of sex together.

Weeks rushed by in a blur, and finally the big day arrived. After a great ceremony attended by most of our friends and f****y, we set out for our honeymoon week, a rustic cabin complete with fireplace, king size bed, and hot tub. I was crazy with anticipation. Carol has full, firm breasts and a small waist, but it is her butt that really stops traffic- perfectly curved, she looks fantastic in a tight pair of jeans. I think she wore her tightest pair that day, to whet my appetite!

After supper she suggested that I get into bed after I had removed all my clothes. I was a little disapointed that SHE was not going to strip me, but then I remembered that she was very shy. I was about to get the surprise of my life.

"Michael, would you be upset if I suggested we do something- well, something some people might call kinky?" I got about twice as hard while stammering something like, "No, Honey, what did you have in mind?" With a sly smile, she reached into her purse and pulled out not one, but two pairs of handcuffs. They had been a "gag" wedding gift from a friend at her bridal shower, but she intended to put them to use. I eagerly agreed, and she quickly cuffed my wrists to the head of the bed. She then said she would be back in a moment, after she changed for bed. I expected her to return in some sort of lacy nightgown; my eyes almost bulged from my head, though, when she came out of the bathroom wearing black fishnet stockings, high heeled black ankle strap shoes, black garter belts, and long black arm stockings- and nothing else. Her breasts were magnificent, her body stunning.

What followed was an unbelievable night of sex. She kissed me and used just one hand on me to keep me hard for what seemed like hours, saying how much she liked her new toy. I was stunned when she massaged herself with my shaft and came twice, while I was still throbbing and without relief. She ran her hands over my handcuffs, making sure they were secure, and then went back to her slow stroking, driving me crazy. Finally she mounted me and rode me slowly. When I began to thrust up to her, she would just slide off. "Hold still!" she demanded. "I'm in charge here- I'll say how fast, and when you finish. Start that bouncing around again, and I'll go sl**p on the couch- and leave you here." Stunned, I did as she said- and after another 30 minutes of slow grinding, she let me cum- I thought I was dying. My whole body spasmed with the most intense, powerful, breath-taking orgasm I have ever had. We drifted off to sl**p together, me still handcuffed, her head on my chest.

I awoke the next morning to the smell of frying bacon. I started to get up, but my hands were still handcuffed. I was starting to get a little annoyed- I needed to take my morning trip to the bathroom- but she insisted on serving me breakfast in bed. SInce I was still handcuffed, she fed me- it was very hot, because she was still wearing only the stockings and heels. Then she got a really serious look on her face, and began to speak.

"Michael, have you noticed how happy my parents are? Don't you wish our marriage could be like theirs?" I had to admit thet they seemed like the perfect couple. They were alwasy smiling and laughing together, and seemed very close. Her Dad seemed to always be doing some little thing for her Mom- shopping for her, helping clean the house, gong on errands, etc. "Mom told me the secret of her marriage. She has always been the center of Dad's life, because she has made certain that she would always be the most important person in his life. My grandmother went through a terrible divorce; my granddad had an affair on her, and Grandma never got over it. Mom was determined to never let that happen to her. That's why she took certain steps to make sure her husband woudl be faithful to her. I intend to take those same steps with you." By now I was really confused, but nothing could have prepared me for what happened next.

Carol reached into a box I had not noticed before and removed a CB-3000. (I knew it was some sort of chastity device, but I had never actually seen one before.) She informed me that she was going to lock the device on me, and if I really loved her, I would submit to her control of my sex life. She assured me that she would remove the device every night, so it did not seem to bad. After some trial and error, she settled on the 1.75" ring and locked the device on with a sturdy combination lock. That night I eagerly looked forward to having the device removed for another night of torrid lovemaking. She grinned at me and said, "Sure, I'll remove it- and soon as your hands are chained to the head of the bed." When I began to protest, she just said that her Mom had been cuffing her Dad to their bed since their wedding night, and she intended to do just the same with me. "Of course, you don't ever have to be handcuffed, if you really don't want to. But I won't take the CB 3000 off unless you do. Handcuffed the Cb comes off; no handcuffs and it stays on. Your choice!" I reluctantly agreed to the handcuffs, and was soon chained securely to the bed one again.

Carol removed the CB 3000, stiffened me, straddled me, and began a long, slow ride. I was warned not to move- there would be no orgasm for me if I did- so I remained motionless, throbbing, while she slowly slid up and down on me. Sometimes she would stop, slide off me, and then use my member to massage herself to a long, slow orgasm, telling me how good she felt, before remounting me. I only came twice that week, but she came several times each day.

She now has total control over me. The CB 3000 is very secure and escape-proof. Evenings find me doing most of the cooking and cleaning, and I must always spend at least 30 minutes between her legs, licking her until she comes at least once, but often twice. Then it is off to bed. The routine seldom varies- she likes to strip me naked, which makes me ache inside the CB, then handcuff me to the headboard, and the CB is removed. Most nights she just stiffens me by hand, keeps me hard for awhile while kissing me, and then massages herself with my staff until she has another orgasm. Then she rolls over and goes to sl**p. I am left helpless and hard, just the way she likes me. Morning comes and the CB is reinstalled before the handcuffs are unlocked.

If I am lucky, I am allowed an orgam a week, but I have gone as long as three weeks without one; if I displease her in any way, she delays my pleasure as long as she wants. It is a rare day, though, when she does not cum at least once. She likes to say that on or wedding day, she put a ring on my finger, but early the next morning, she locked a more important ring around my balls, and she intends to keep it that way. I still love her- but I never dreamed I'd wind up as her sex slave.

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Wedding Night

Wedding Night
by Gaia_Lorraine©


Perfectly balancing the beer cans and the bottle of wine upon the tray Sandy used her shoulder to balance herself on the doorframe. Luckily she managed to stop herself from falling over as she walked back into the lounge from the kitchen.

"There you go guys," she said as she carefully laid the tray upon the coffee table before she fell back onto the sofa by the side of her husband with a thud.

"Cheers!" said Mike, leaning forwards and picking up his can before raising it, "here is to the happy couple."

"I will drink to that," responded Gary as he picked up his can and leaned forward to clink it. Everyone laughed at the struggle to sit in their seats as they tried to stretch out their arms and follow suit.

"And while we are making toasts I would like to make one to you two. You two are very generous. Thank you for allowing us to stay for the night... To Sandy and Mike!"

"To Sandy and Mike!" echoed Darren.

"Thank you and CHEERS! " Mike toasted.

"Yez, Thanxx," Sandy responded with a slur, "it's a genuine pleasure to have you here, the two of you are great guys." They all laughed at the slurring of her words but she meant it as she reflected back to the wedding plans...

Two total strangers to both herself and Mike, a relative of the groom and his friend had urgently needed accomodation for her cousin's wedding. They had both been working abroad and did not know if they could make it back in time for the ceremony. Consequently they had not booked into a local hotel and, by the time they knew they were able to attend, it was too late. All accomodation was fully booked.

Out of desperation her aunt had contacted Sandy to ask if they would be willing to allow them to stay the night in their home. Without hesitation she agreed and with two spare bedrooms there was no issue. Sandra's cousin was getting married, they had been friends all their lives and now she would offer assistance in any way she could.

But from the moment Gary and Darren arrived on the doorstep Sandy felt as if she could have curled up into their laps and allowed them to cuddle her. They were two eighteen year olds, almost half her age, and both stunningly attractive. The presence of young men such as they kindled certain desires within her body: protective, motherly and sexual...

"I think I drank too much at the wedding reception. I hope the three of you will protect me... in bed." She giggled.

Mike ignored her comment, "We have two spare rooms, one double and one single, you can fight between yourselves for the larger of the two," jokingly he laughed.

"We will sl**p together if that is OK with you?" Darren asked.

"WHY! are you gay?" Sandy chirped mockingly.

"Yes," was Gary's response.

Mike tried tried to hide Sandra's blunder on her behalf and defended her. "She's not normally like this, it's the drink."

Sandy however had perked up, impressed by his open reply, her inhibitions obliterated by the drink. "This is my husband Mike, I salvaged him from a homosexual relationship I will have you know." She hiccupped as she pointed to him.

If Mike was embarrased he did not show it. "Part of growing up, experimenting with sex with a very close friend," he replied.

This 'close' friend had been Sandra's b*****r Gary. Many years ago she had inadvertently interrupted an intimate sexual act. Returning home early from school one day she had walked into the lounge to witness Mikes penis being devoured by his mouth. She ran out of the room in a state of shock and her thoughts in total confusion. This was the first erection she had ever seen, and the sight of it being sucked lingered in her thoughts. An overwhelming desire to do the same began to whell in her mind.

Sandra needed to experience that same sensation. She waited patiently as the weeks went by for an opportune moment and when the time came she took full advantage.

"I saw you." She confronted them both one evening when their parents were away.

"Saw what?" was Gary's reply.

"You, sucking his cock!"

Both Gary and Mike blushed with embarrassment. "We were experimenting," came Gary's defence.

"Really?, show me again," she pleaded as her hand strayed to Mike's penis hidden within his jeans. Mike stayed silent, unsure about this sibling challenge, but her hand was demanding and soon his cock was pulsating within the denim. He unbuckled his belt and gave it freedom.

Sandra admired this statue of warm flesh and for the first time in her life she held the firmness in her hand, caressing and savouring the feeling. Her mouth was drawn to the taste of it as her fingers played along his stem. And so it was, her first taste of glorious jizz, undaunted while Mike sucked off her b*****rs cock at the same time. But this was a secret to be kept and over time their trust turned to love and they eventually married. Since then neither had strayed from their sexual path.

"Are you both virgins?" Mike asked of them, "have either of you ever had a girl?"

"We don't need girls," Darren fired back, "we get all the satisfaction we need from each other."

"I know how you feel, believe me, but a woman's body has far more to offer..."

Mike watched their reaction with interest as his left hand crossed over his chest and gently cupped Sandy's left breast from beneath and raised it slightly. She flinched, not expecting his move, but she didn't stop him. He was tempting them with forbidden fruits and she felt the erotic nature of his actions, luring them to admit that a woman's body possessed a beauty that no man could deny. His fingers began to fondle the nipple hidden beneath her blouse and bra and manipulate it into such a hardness that it became clearly visible beneath the two layers of clothing.


The mood of the room had suddenly changed, what had been jovial and fun had now turned into a challenge of the physical sexuality of a womans body. Sandy watched their eyes as they focused upon Mike's groping fingers, she wondered if they were becoming sexually aroused as much as she was. Here was a gauntlet being thrown onto the floor in front of them and she wondered how far she would go before the two boys accepted the challenge.

Mike released his gentle grip and then began to unbutton her silky pink blouse. The soft mounds of her breasts were slowly revealed as he released each button in turn. Reaching her skirt he tugged out the blouse to undo the final button. Sandy watched them with a sultry expression, "Watch out boys," she thought to herself as Mike pulled the blouse open to fully reveal the white lacy balconette bra and the hidden treasure beneath.


"Oh my God!" whispered Gary to himself as he began to squeeze his rapidly growing hard-on within his trouser suit. But Mike continued with his seductive de-clothing. He placed his fingers beneath the elastic and raised her bra cups up and over her breasts and lay them back to rest on her sternum. The full beauty of Sandy's mounds with their crinkled ariolae and volcanic nipples were now fully revealed. Then he leaned in, caressed, kissed and began to suck.

Gary succumbed, jumping from his chair he dashed across to Sandy and standing above her he tentatively began to feel the soft flesh of her right breast like a schoolboy. He felt the erect nipple rub upon his palm and then delicately he played with it between his fingers.

The sensation of her nipples being sucked and fondled by two men began to turn Sandy into a sexual frenzy, the drink had lowered her inhibitions to the point that she now wanted to be penetrated. It was impossible for her not to notice the huge erection beneath Gary's trousers as he stood in front of her, she felt her hand drawn to it. She ran her fingers over the silhouette outlining its dimensions while listening to his groans. She reached out and unbuckled his belt then slowly unzipped him allowing his trousers to fall to the floor. Gripping the huge bulge still hidden within his shorts she pulled him closer and sank her teeth into his shaft. Gary reacted to her needs and squeezed her nipple hard causing her to arch her back, she bit harder as the pain and pleasure shot through both of their bodies

Mike allowed Gary more access and released his mouth from her nipple and sat back on the sofa. He took hold of her left leg and laid it across his lap revealing her matching lacy white panties to the virgin Darren still sat in his chair facing them. He hoisted up her skirt and began to stroke the gusset with his middle finger. She was aroused, the creamy discoloration of her panties made that obvious and the wet, smooth stroking of his fingers only served to spread it.

Mike watched Darren closely. "Come on boy get it out! Let me see what you have," trying to project his thoughts.

Darren's eyes moved rapidly between the creamy delight of Sandy's panties and her mouth now enveloped around Gary's exposed penis. She was gripping his shaft and taking it deep. He was aroused by what he saw.

"Yes!" thought Mike to himself as Darren extracted from his trousers a huge erect snake, long and thin with an intruiging curve.

Darren began to stroke as he watched the others play, unsure of his thoughts and his newly kindled desires. Tantalised. Not knowing what to do next. He did not hesitate as Mike wagged his finger invitingly to come across and share.

"Help me to remove her knickers," Mike suggested as Darren crawled across the floor and knelt at Sandy's feet. Mike watched Darren remove Sandy's panties and lift them to his nose, breathing in the pheromones of her sex and becoming intoxicated by them.

The movement caused Sandy to lose the grip of Gary's erection in her mouth as her body tilted sideways. Someone was now licking her legs and she did not care who, the sensation only served to make her want more. She now found herself looking up at Gary's scrotum, two tight wrinkled little sacs that were temptingly inviting. Without hesitation she began to lick, her tongue stroking from one to the other, tasting. She was now filled with an overwhelming desire to do something she had never done before; she wrapped her lips around them, taking his balls fully into her mouth and began to suck hungrily. At the same time she felt a similar intrusion of a tongue upon her folds, she felt the cool rush of breath as someone spread her petals and began to eat. She groaned with sheer pleasure not caring who it was.

Mike watched his wife devouring the scrotum but was distracted by Gary's huge erect penis pointing towards him. He was drawn to it. Wrapping his left hand around it he tilted it down and sucked upon it feverishly as he squeezed Sandy's right breast hard.

Sandy was now on the brink. She was trying hard to swallow the balls in her mouth. The sensation of Darren's eager tongue on her nub and the pain/pleasure grip on her breast made her cum as never before. She felt the surge from deep with, cataclysmic contractions made her shudder and tremble. She released. Darren took it all on the face, a huge spray of female ambrosia shot forth and covered him.

Gary came at the same time. His hot jizz shot into Mike's mouth, the overflow oozed down his chin and dripped onto Sandy's neck. His semi-erect cock slid out and dangled onto her lips, she opened her mouth to drink the remaining cream. She needed more. Looking up at her husband she pulled him down and began to lick and kiss. Her hungry tongue demanding every last drop, licking the jizz from his chin and probing deep into his mouth to retrieve it.

Suddenly she felt herself being raised by a hand from the sofa.

Darren was now lying on the floor with his long, thin, banana shaped cock touching his belly button. She crouched astride it as Mike gripped and held the intruiging shape as vertical as he could to allow entry.

She felt the intrusion inside her, spreading her walls apart and sliding in deep, deeper. The curve touched and pushed against her G-spot, she held it there allowing the sensation to ride her final and ultimate orgasm.

Mike stood before her as he unzipped and revealed the demanding shaft of his penis. She savoured his tip with her tongue before deep-throating, her teeth anchored and grating along the hard flesh to control and direct. From the corner of her eye she noticed that Gary was kneeling with a fresh erection and was tossing himself off over Darren's face.

They were combined in a sexual heaven. All four intent on satisfying themselves and each other. Hands carressed and mauled, there were no barriers now, fingers explored and probed where fingers do not normally go.....

.... Sandra stirred slowly in her bed as she awakening from her slumber. She felt content yet frustrated as she recollected the wet dream she had experienced in her sl**p. It had been many years since she had been so sexually aroused that her mind had created a fictitious situation and then acted it out in a dream.

"Shit! Why have I woken up?" she sighed in a half-awakened state of mind, "All the man cum was about to flood out and I missed it!"

She closed her eyes again and re-imagined the curved cock of Darren inside her, whether or not it was that shape was immaterial, it was the thoughts in her mind that mattered right now as her hand reached down and rested upon her gender. She was wet, very wet.

The simple fact was that the two young men staying the weekend with her and Mike had allowed her thoughts to run riot and she was intent on creaming her imaginary and erotic desires for them. She turned onto her right side and brought her knees up to the fetal position as she kept her hand firmly wedged between her thighs, her eyes quickly glanced at the bedside clock. It was 9 am and, although she did not remember going to bed herself, she surmised that no one else would be awake for at least another hour or so.
She could hear the deep sl**p breathing of her husband lying behind her, indicating that she was safe to continue with her sexual fantasy.

Her middle finger began to stroke the clitoris as she closed her eyes and began her dream again from the moment when she had woken. Her sexual thoughts and creative mind were now in control of the direction of this dream, and sexual fantasy was something she possessed in abundance...

She looked down once more at Darren's blue eyes and short blonde curly locks as she sat upon his immaculate erection thrusting deep inside her. She took her hands from the carpet and leaned back and felt the banana-shaped penis pushing into her vaginal wall. The gush from Mike's cock shot into her mouth at the same time as she saw Gary cream over Darrens face. She imagined the feeling as Darren shot his warm cum inside her.

Now she was controlling the action being played out in her mind and she replayed the triple cumshot again and again as she rode the orgasm that was building up inside her. She allowed her fantasy to progress.

Mike knelt back, still panting from his own release and then looked at Darren's face covered in Gary's jizz. He was drawn to it. He closed in and began to lick, his tongue tasting tentatively before feverishly beginning to devour and swallow the white sticky cream. Darren responded to Mike's hungry attention by opened his mouth to reveal his cum covered tongue. Mike's fingers delicately carressed Darren's cheek as they merged together as one to share Gary's gift, their tongues lapping against each other, eating.

Darren reached out with his hand, running it downward along Mike's spine before resting upon his buttocks, his middle finger found the tight entrance and began to toy with it. Slowly his finger disappeared inside

As Sandra watched with lustful imagination, Gary sat beside her. In the mind's eye of her dream she saw his gorgeous brown eyes, jet black hair and his handsome tanned face in close proximity. She felt his tongue licking Mike's bukkake from her hair and forehead. His tongue danced over the bridge of her nose and down across her lips. She felt his intrusion as he f***ed his taste buds into her mouth to retrieve the cream.

She began to groan as she masturbated to the visual images in her mind, oblivious to the stirrings of her husband in bed behind her.

Gary's tongue was now slowly licking down her body, over her breasts and tummy, his intent; to seek out and drink Darren's cum from within. She allowed herself to be pushed back onto the carpet and her thighs to be opened wide.

She felt the hot sticky ooze of Darren's cum running down over her ass as his fingers spread her petals apart. She felt his cool breath as his face closed in, and then his tongue eagerly devouring the cream pie, the sound of his lapping filled her ears. She frigged her nub as she sensed his tongue entering as deep as it could to retrieve the nectar.

She was on the brink and riding a huge orgasm, one that she wanted to hold onto for as long as possible. Her dream-mind now went one stage further.

Gary's tongue moved down and began to lick the cum that had escaped. His tongue now began to tickle and probe her asshole. The imagined sensation and the total pleasure of the thought took her to the limit. She emitted an unmistakably noise, the earthquake that eminates from deep inside the body, a deep exhalation of breath with vibrating vocal cords that is the essence of the full female orgasm.

But she had given the game away, Mike's penis that had layed recumbant and asl**p behind her was now aroused and was demanding a piece of the action. She felt it rub along her petals, spreading them apart and then entering. The dream she had been having had now turned into semi-reality as she fantasised that Mike's cock was now Darren's. In her mind it was also Darren's hand reaching over to play with her breasts and squeeze her nipples. The shaft of his penis filled her vagina and began to pummell. Her mind's eye was believing that a young guy half her age was now fucking her.
In her dream she had wanted a real fuck and now she was dreaming that reality was a fantasy fuck! Can the human mind ever be sexually sated? she pondered briefly as she heard the deep groans behind her. The erection inside her faltered and paused, pending its release.

She felt the warm jizz strike her cervix. The dream had reached its peak and she came like never before. Her body trembled and shook as she climaxed, the contraction of the spasms gripping onto his shaft and sucking his balls dry.

Continuing to lie on her side with Mike's cock inside her she slowly came down from her high. She tensed her vaginal muscles trying to keep it inside her for as long as possible, feeling it shrink and retract, its limp body retreating to escape.

But now she had been left with a pang of guilt, she had lived a fantasy and now she had to turn over and face her husband. She could never confess to him that she had imagined it was someone else who had taken her to the best orgasm she had ever experienced. Slowly she turned over to express her love and gratitud towards him.

But her heart stopped. Her mind in total confusion.

"What the fuck!" she exclaimed.

"Good Morning," said Darren.... Continue»
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Wedding Night

Wedding Night
by Gaia_Lorraine©


Perfectly balancing the beer cans and the bottle of wine upon the tray Sandy used her shoulder to balance herself on the doorframe. Luckily she managed to stop herself from falling over as she walked back into the lounge from the kitchen.

"There you go guys," she said as she carefully laid the tray upon the coffee table before she fell back onto the sofa by the side of her husband with a thud.

"Cheers!" said Mike, leaning forwards and picking up his can before raising it, "here is to the happy couple."

"I will drink to that," responded Gary as he picked up his can and leaned forward to clink it. Everyone laughed at the struggle to sit in their seats as they tried to stretch out their arms and follow suit.

"And while we are making toasts I would like to make one to you two. You two are very generous. Thank you for allowing us to stay for the night... To Sandy and Mike!"

"To Sandy and Mike!" echoed Darren.

"Thank you and CHEERS! " Mike toasted.

"Yez, Thanxx," Sandy responded with a slur, "it's a genuine pleasure to have you here, the two of you are great guys." They all laughed at the slurring of her words but she meant it as she reflected back to the wedding plans...

Two total strangers to both herself and Mike, a relative of the groom and his friend had urgently needed accomodation for her cousin's wedding. They had both been working abroad and did not know if they could make it back in time for the ceremony. Consequently they had not booked into a local hotel and, by the time they knew they were able to attend, it was too late. All accomodation was fully booked.

Out of desperation her aunt had contacted Sandy to ask if they would be willing to allow them to stay the night in their home. Without hesitation she agreed and with two spare bedrooms there was no issue. Sandra's cousin was getting married, they had been friends all their lives and now she would offer assistance in any way she could.

But from the moment Gary and Darren arrived on the doorstep Sandy felt as if she could have curled up into their laps and allowed them to cuddle her. They were two eighteen year olds, almost half her age, and both stunningly attractive. The presence of young men such as they kindled certain desires within her body: protective, motherly and sexual...

"I think I drank too much at the wedding reception. I hope the three of you will protect me... in bed." She giggled.

Mike ignored her comment, "We have two spare rooms, one double and one single, you can fight between yourselves for the larger of the two," jokingly he laughed.

"We will sl**p together if that is OK with you?" Darren asked.

"WHY! are you gay?" Sandy chirped mockingly.

"Yes," was Gary's response.

Mike tried tried to hide Sandra's blunder on her behalf and defended her. "She's not normally like this, it's the drink."

Sandy however had perked up, impressed by his open reply, her inhibitions obliterated by the drink. "This is my husband Mike, I salvaged him from a homosexual relationship I will have you know." She hiccupped as she pointed to him.

If Mike was embarrased he did not show it. "Part of growing up, experimenting with sex with a very close friend," he replied.

This 'close' friend had been Sandra's b*****r Gary. Many years ago she had inadvertently interrupted an intimate sexual act. Returning home early from school one day she had walked into the lounge to witness Mikes penis being devoured by his mouth. She ran out of the room in a state of shock and her thoughts in total confusion. This was the first erection she had ever seen, and the sight of it being sucked lingered in her thoughts. An overwhelming desire to do the same began to whell in her mind.

Sandra needed to experience that same sensation. She waited patiently as the weeks went by for an opportune moment and when the time came she took full advantage.

"I saw you." She confronted them both one evening when their parents were away.

"Saw what?" was Gary's reply.

"You, sucking his cock!"

Both Gary and Mike blushed with embarrassment. "We were experimenting," came Gary's defence.

"Really?, show me again," she pleaded as her hand strayed to Mike's penis hidden within his jeans. Mike stayed silent, unsure about this sibling challenge, but her hand was demanding and soon his cock was pulsating within the denim. He unbuckled his belt and gave it freedom.

Sandra admired this statue of warm flesh and for the first time in her life she held the firmness in her hand, caressing and savouring the feeling. Her mouth was drawn to the taste of it as her fingers played along his stem. And so it was, her first taste of glorious jizz, undaunted while Mike sucked off her b*****rs cock at the same time. But this was a secret to be kept and over time their trust turned to love and they eventually married. Since then neither had strayed from their sexual path.

"Are you both virgins?" Mike asked of them, "have either of you ever had a girl?"

"We don't need girls," Darren fired back, "we get all the satisfaction we need from each other."

"I know how you feel, believe me, but a woman's body has far more to offer..."

Mike watched their reaction with interest as his left hand crossed over his chest and gently cupped Sandy's left breast from beneath and raised it slightly. She flinched, not expecting his move, but she didn't stop him. He was tempting them with forbidden fruits and she felt the erotic nature of his actions, luring them to admit that a woman's body possessed a beauty that no man could deny. His fingers began to fondle the nipple hidden beneath her blouse and bra and manipulate it into such a hardness that it became clearly visible beneath the two layers of clothing.


The mood of the room had suddenly changed, what had been jovial and fun had now turned into a challenge of the physical sexuality of a womans body. Sandy watched their eyes as they focused upon Mike's groping fingers, she wondered if they were becoming sexually aroused as much as she was. Here was a gauntlet being thrown onto the floor in front of them and she wondered how far she would go before the two boys accepted the challenge.

Mike released his gentle grip and then began to unbutton her silky pink blouse. The soft mounds of her breasts were slowly revealed as he released each button in turn. Reaching her skirt he tugged out the blouse to undo the final button. Sandy watched them with a sultry expression, "Watch out boys," she thought to herself as Mike pulled the blouse open to fully reveal the white lacy balconette bra and the hidden treasure beneath.


"Oh my God!" whispered Gary to himself as he began to squeeze his rapidly growing hard-on within his trouser suit. But Mike continued with his seductive de-clothing. He placed his fingers beneath the elastic and raised her bra cups up and over her breasts and lay them back to rest on her sternum. The full beauty of Sandy's mounds with their crinkled ariolae and volcanic nipples were now fully revealed. Then he leaned in, caressed, kissed and began to suck.

Gary succumbed, jumping from his chair he dashed across to Sandy and standing above her he tentatively began to feel the soft flesh of her right breast like a schoolboy. He felt the erect nipple rub upon his palm and then delicately he played with it between his fingers.

The sensation of her nipples being sucked and fondled by two men began to turn Sandy into a sexual frenzy, the drink had lowered her inhibitions to the point that she now wanted to be penetrated. It was impossible for her not to notice the huge erection beneath Gary's trousers as he stood in front of her, she felt her hand drawn to it. She ran her fingers over the silhouette outlining its dimensions while listening to his groans. She reached out and unbuckled his belt then slowly unzipped him allowing his trousers to fall to the floor. Gripping the huge bulge still hidden within his shorts she pulled him closer and sank her teeth into his shaft. Gary reacted to her needs and squeezed her nipple hard causing her to arch her back, she bit harder as the pain and pleasure shot through both of their bodies

Mike allowed Gary more access and released his mouth from her nipple and sat back on the sofa. He took hold of her left leg and laid it across his lap revealing her matching lacy white panties to the virgin Darren still sat in his chair facing them. He hoisted up her skirt and began to stroke the gusset with his middle finger. She was aroused, the creamy discoloration of her panties made that obvious and the wet, smooth stroking of his fingers only served to spread it.

Mike watched Darren closely. "Come on boy get it out! Let me see what you have," trying to project his thoughts.

Darren's eyes moved rapidly between the creamy delight of Sandy's panties and her mouth now enveloped around Gary's exposed penis. She was gripping his shaft and taking it deep. He was aroused by what he saw.

"Yes!" thought Mike to himself as Darren extracted from his trousers a huge erect snake, long and thin with an intruiging curve.

Darren began to stroke as he watched the others play, unsure of his thoughts and his newly kindled desires. Tantalised. Not knowing what to do next. He did not hesitate as Mike wagged his finger invitingly to come across and share.

"Help me to remove her knickers," Mike suggested as Darren crawled across the floor and knelt at Sandy's feet. Mike watched Darren remove Sandy's panties and lift them to his nose, breathing in the pheromones of her sex and becoming intoxicated by them.

The movement caused Sandy to lose the grip of Gary's erection in her mouth as her body tilted sideways. Someone was now licking her legs and she did not care who, the sensation only served to make her want more. She now found herself looking up at Gary's scrotum, two tight wrinkled little sacs that were temptingly inviting. Without hesitation she began to lick, her tongue stroking from one to the other, tasting. She was now filled with an overwhelming desire to do something she had never done before; she wrapped her lips around them, taking his balls fully into her mouth and began to suck hungrily. At the same time she felt a similar intrusion of a tongue upon her folds, she felt the cool rush of breath as someone spread her petals and began to eat. She groaned with sheer pleasure not caring who it was.

Mike watched his wife devouring the scrotum but was distracted by Gary's huge erect penis pointing towards him. He was drawn to it. Wrapping his left hand around it he tilted it down and sucked upon it feverishly as he squeezed Sandy's right breast hard.

Sandy was now on the brink. She was trying hard to swallow the balls in her mouth. The sensation of Darren's eager tongue on her nub and the pain/pleasure grip on her breast made her cum as never before. She felt the surge from deep with, cataclysmic contractions made her shudder and tremble. She released. Darren took it all on the face, a huge spray of female ambrosia shot forth and covered him.

Gary came at the same time. His hot jizz shot into Mike's mouth, the overflow oozed down his chin and dripped onto Sandy's neck. His semi-erect cock slid out and dangled onto her lips, she opened her mouth to drink the remaining cream. She needed more. Looking up at her husband she pulled him down and began to lick and kiss. Her hungry tongue demanding every last drop, licking the jizz from his chin and probing deep into his mouth to retrieve it.

Suddenly she felt herself being raised by a hand from the sofa.

Darren was now lying on the floor with his long, thin, banana shaped cock touching his belly button. She crouched astride it as Mike gripped and held the intruiging shape as vertical as he could to allow entry.

She felt the intrusion inside her, spreading her walls apart and sliding in deep, deeper. The curve touched and pushed against her G-spot, she held it there allowing the sensation to ride her final and ultimate orgasm.

Mike stood before her as he unzipped and revealed the demanding shaft of his penis. She savoured his tip with her tongue before deep-throating, her teeth anchored and grating along the hard flesh to control and direct. From the corner of her eye she noticed that Gary was kneeling with a fresh erection and was tossing himself off over Darren's face.

They were combined in a sexual heaven. All four intent on satisfying themselves and each other. Hands carressed and mauled, there were no barriers now, fingers explored and probed where fingers do not normally go.....

.... Sandra stirred slowly in her bed as she awakening from her slumber. She felt content yet frustrated as she recollected the wet dream she had experienced in her sl**p. It had been many years since she had been so sexually aroused that her mind had created a fictitious situation and then acted it out in a dream.

"Shit! Why have I woken up?" she sighed in a half-awakened state of mind, "All the man cum was about to flood out and I missed it!"

She closed her eyes again and re-imagined the curved cock of Darren inside her, whether or not it was that shape was immaterial, it was the thoughts in her mind that mattered right now as her hand reached down and rested upon her gender. She was wet, very wet.

The simple fact was that the two young men staying the weekend with her and Mike had allowed her thoughts to run riot and she was intent on creaming her imaginary and erotic desires for them. She turned onto her right side and brought her knees up to the fetal position as she kept her hand firmly wedged between her thighs, her eyes quickly glanced at the bedside clock. It was 9 am and, although she did not remember going to bed herself, she surmised that no one else would be awake for at least another hour or so.
She could hear the deep sl**p breathing of her husband lying behind her, indicating that she was safe to continue with her sexual fantasy.

Her middle finger began to stroke the clitoris as she closed her eyes and began her dream again from the moment when she had woken. Her sexual thoughts and creative mind were now in control of the direction of this dream, and sexual fantasy was something she possessed in abundance...

She looked down once more at Darren's blue eyes and short blonde curly locks as she sat upon his immaculate erection thrusting deep inside her. She took her hands from the carpet and leaned back and felt the banana-shaped penis pushing into her vaginal wall. The gush from Mike's cock shot into her mouth at the same time as she saw Gary cream over Darrens face. She imagined the feeling as Darren shot his warm cum inside her.

Now she was controlling the action being played out in her mind and she replayed the triple cumshot again and again as she rode the orgasm that was building up inside her. She allowed her fantasy to progress.

Mike knelt back, still panting from his own release and then looked at Darren's face covered in Gary's jizz. He was drawn to it. He closed in and began to lick, his tongue tasting tentatively before feverishly beginning to devour and swallow the white sticky cream. Darren responded to Mike's hungry attention by opened his mouth to reveal his cum covered tongue. Mike's fingers delicately carressed Darren's cheek as they merged together as one to share Gary's gift, their tongues lapping against each other, eating.

Darren reached out with his hand, running it downward along Mike's spine before resting upon his buttocks, his middle finger found the tight entrance and began to toy with it. Slowly his finger disappeared inside

As Sandra watched with lustful imagination, Gary sat beside her. In the mind's eye of her dream she saw his gorgeous brown eyes, jet black hair and his handsome tanned face in close proximity. She felt his tongue licking Mike's bukkake from her hair and forehead. His tongue danced over the bridge of her nose and down across her lips. She felt his intrusion as he f***ed his taste buds into her mouth to retrieve the cream.

She began to groan as she masturbated to the visual images in her mind, oblivious to the stirrings of her husband in bed behind her.

Gary's tongue was now slowly licking down her body, over her breasts and tummy, his intent; to seek out and drink Darren's cum from within. She allowed herself to be pushed back onto the carpet and her thighs to be opened wide.

She felt the hot sticky ooze of Darren's cum running down over her ass as his fingers spread her petals apart. She felt his cool breath as his face closed in, and then his tongue eagerly devouring the cream pie, the sound of his lapping filled her ears. She frigged her nub as she sensed his tongue entering as deep as it could to retrieve the nectar.

She was on the brink and riding a huge orgasm, one that she wanted to hold onto for as long as possible. Her dream-mind now went one stage further.

Gary's tongue moved down and began to lick the cum that had escaped. His tongue now began to tickle and probe her asshole. The imagined sensation and the total pleasure of the thought took her to the limit. She emitted an unmistakably noise, the earthquake that eminates from deep inside the body, a deep exhalation of breath with vibrating vocal cords that is the essence of the full female orgasm.

But she had given the game away, Mike's penis that had layed recumbant and asl**p behind her was now aroused and was demanding a piece of the action. She felt it rub along her petals, spreading them apart and then entering. The dream she had been having had now turned into semi-reality as she fantasised that Mike's cock was now Darren's. In her mind it was also Darren's hand reaching over to play with her breasts and squeeze her nipples. The shaft of his penis filled her vagina and began to pummell. Her mind's eye was believing that a young guy half her age was now fucking her.
In her dream she had wanted a real fuck and now she was dreaming that reality was a fantasy fuck! Can the human mind ever be sexually sated? she pondered briefly as she heard the deep groans behind her. The erection inside her faltered and paused, pending its release.

She felt the warm jizz strike her cervix. The dream had reached its peak and she came like never before. Her body trembled and shook as she climaxed, the contraction of the spasms gripping onto his shaft and sucking his balls dry.

Continuing to lie on her side with Mike's cock inside her she slowly came down from her high. She tensed her vaginal muscles trying to keep it inside her for as long as possible, feeling it shrink and retract, its limp body retreating to escape.

But now she had been left with a pang of guilt, she had lived a fantasy and now she had to turn over and face her husband. She could never confess to him that she had imagined it was someone else who had taken her to the best orgasm she had ever experienced. Slowly she turned over to express her love and gratitud towards him.

But her heart stopped. Her mind in total confusion.

"What the fuck!" she exclaimed.

"Good Morning," said Darren.... Continue»
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Wedding Night

Wedding Night Ch. 01
by Gaia_Lorraine©


Perfectly balancing the beer cans and the bottle of wine upon the tray Sandy used her shoulder to balance herself on the doorframe. Luckily she managed to stop herself from falling over as she walked back into the lounge from the kitchen.

"There you go guys," she said as she carefully laid the tray upon the coffee table before she fell back onto the sofa by the side of her husband with a thud.

"Cheers!" said Mike, leaning forwards and picking up his can before raising it, "here is to the happy couple."

"I will drink to that," responded Gary as he picked up his can and leaned forward to clink it. Everyone laughed at the struggle to sit in their seats as they tried to stretch out their arms and follow suit.

"And while we are making toasts I would like to make one to you two. You two are very generous. Thank you for allowing us to stay for the night... To Sandy and Mike!"

"To Sandy and Mike!" echoed Darren.

"Thank you and CHEERS! " Mike toasted.

"Yez, Thanxx," Sandy responded with a slur, "it's a genuine pleasure to have you here, the two of you are great guys." They all laughed at the slurring of her words but she meant it as she reflected back to the wedding plans...

Two total strangers to both herself and Mike, a relative of the groom and his friend had urgently needed accomodation for her cousin's wedding. They had both been working abroad and did not know if they could make it back in time for the ceremony. Consequently they had not booked into a local hotel and, by the time they knew they were able to attend, it was too late. All accomodation was fully booked.

Out of desperation her aunt had contacted Sandy to ask if they would be willing to allow them to stay the night in their home. Without hesitation she agreed and with two spare bedrooms there was no issue. Sandra's cousin was getting married, they had been friends all their lives and now she would offer assistance in any way she could.

But from the moment Gary and Darren arrived on the doorstep Sandy felt as if she could have curled up into their laps and allowed them to cuddle her. They were two eighteen year olds, almost half her age, and both stunningly attractive. The presence of young men such as they kindled certain desires within her body: protective, motherly and sexual...

"I think I drank too much at the wedding reception. I hope the three of you will protect me... in bed." She giggled.

Mike ignored her comment, "We have two spare rooms, one double and one single, you can fight between yourselves for the larger of the two," jokingly he laughed.

"We will sl**p together if that is OK with you?" Darren asked.

"WHY! are you gay?" Sandy chirped mockingly.

"Yes," was Gary's response.

Mike tried tried to hide Sandra's blunder on her behalf and defended her. "She's not normally like this, it's the drink."

Sandy however had perked up, impressed by his open reply, her inhibitions obliterated by the drink. "This is my husband Mike, I salvaged him from a homosexual relationship I will have you know." She hiccupped as she pointed to him.

If Mike was embarrased he did not show it. "Part of growing up, experimenting with sex with a very close friend," he replied.

This 'close' friend had been Sandra's b*****r Gary. Many years ago she had inadvertently interrupted an intimate sexual act. Returning home early from school one day she had walked into the lounge to witness Mikes penis being devoured by his mouth. She ran out of the room in a state of shock and her thoughts in total confusion. This was the first erection she had ever seen, and the sight of it being sucked lingered in her thoughts. An overwhelming desire to do the same began to whell in her mind.

Sandra needed to experience that same sensation. She waited patiently as the weeks went by for an opportune moment and when the time came she took full advantage.

"I saw you." She confronted them both one evening when their parents were away.

"Saw what?" was Gary's reply.

"You, sucking his cock!"

Both Gary and Mike blushed with embarrassment. "We were experimenting," came Gary's defence.

"Really?, show me again," she pleaded as her hand strayed to Mike's penis hidden within his jeans. Mike stayed silent, unsure about this sibling challenge, but her hand was demanding and soon his cock was pulsating within the denim. He unbuckled his belt and gave it freedom.

Sandra admired this statue of warm flesh and for the first time in her life she held the firmness in her hand, caressing and savouring the feeling. Her mouth was drawn to the taste of it as her fingers played along his stem. And so it was, her first taste of glorious jizz, undaunted while Mike sucked off her b*****rs cock at the same time. But this was a secret to be kept and over time their trust turned to love and they eventually married. Since then neither had strayed from their sexual path.

"Are you both virgins?" Mike asked of them, "have either of you ever had a girl?"

"We don't need girls," Darren fired back, "we get all the satisfaction we need from each other."

"I know how you feel, believe me, but a woman's body has far more to offer..."

Mike watched their reaction with interest as his left hand crossed over his chest and gently cupped Sandy's left breast from beneath and raised it slightly. She flinched, not expecting his move, but she didn't stop him. He was tempting them with forbidden fruits and she felt the erotic nature of his actions, luring them to admit that a woman's body possessed a beauty that no man could deny. His fingers began to fondle the nipple hidden beneath her blouse and bra and manipulate it into such a hardness that it became clearly visible beneath the two layers of clothing.


The mood of the room had suddenly changed, what had been jovial and fun had now turned into a challenge of the physical sexuality of a womans body. Sandy watched their eyes as they focused upon Mike's groping fingers, she wondered if they were becoming sexually aroused as much as she was. Here was a gauntlet being thrown onto the floor in front of them and she wondered how far she would go before the two boys accepted the challenge.

Mike released his gentle grip and then began to unbutton her silky pink blouse. The soft mounds of her breasts were slowly revealed as he released each button in turn. Reaching her skirt he tugged out the blouse to undo the final button. Sandy watched them with a sultry expression, "Watch out boys," she thought to herself as Mike pulled the blouse open to fully reveal the white lacy balconette bra and the hidden treasure beneath.


"Oh my God!" whispered Gary to himself as he began to squeeze his rapidly growing hard-on within his trouser suit. But Mike continued with his seductive de-clothing. He placed his fingers beneath the elastic and raised her bra cups up and over her breasts and lay them back to rest on her sternum. The full beauty of Sandy's mounds with their crinkled ariolae and volcanic nipples were now fully revealed. Then he leaned in, caressed, kissed and began to suck.

Gary succumbed, jumping from his chair he dashed across to Sandy and standing above her he tentatively began to feel the soft flesh of her right breast like a schoolboy. He felt the erect nipple rub upon his palm and then delicately he played with it between his fingers.

The sensation of her nipples being sucked and fondled by two men began to turn Sandy into a sexual frenzy, the drink had lowered her inhibitions to the point that she now wanted to be penetrated. It was impossible for her not to notice the huge erection beneath Gary's trousers as he stood in front of her, she felt her hand drawn to it. She ran her fingers over the silhouette outlining its dimensions while listening to his groans. She reached out and unbuckled his belt then slowly unzipped him allowing his trousers to fall to the floor. Gripping the huge bulge still hidden within his shorts she pulled him closer and sank her teeth into his shaft. Gary reacted to her needs and squeezed her nipple hard causing her to arch her back, she bit harder as the pain and pleasure shot through both of their bodies

Mike allowed Gary more access and released his mouth from her nipple and sat back on the sofa. He took hold of her left leg and laid it across his lap revealing her matching lacy white panties to the virgin Darren still sat in his chair facing them. He hoisted up her skirt and began to stroke the gusset with his middle finger. She was aroused, the creamy discoloration of her panties made that obvious and the wet, smooth stroking of his fingers only served to spread it.

Mike watched Darren closely. "Come on boy get it out! Let me see what you have," trying to project his thoughts.

Darren's eyes moved rapidly between the creamy delight of Sandy's panties and her mouth now enveloped around Gary's exposed penis. She was gripping his shaft and taking it deep. He was aroused by what he saw.

"Yes!" thought Mike to himself as Darren extracted from his trousers a huge erect snake, long and thin with an intruiging curve.

Darren began to stroke as he watched the others play, unsure of his thoughts and his newly kindled desires. Tantalised. Not knowing what to do next. He did not hesitate as Mike wagged his finger invitingly to come across and share.

"Help me to remove her knickers," Mike suggested as Darren crawled across the floor and knelt at Sandy's feet. Mike watched Darren remove Sandy's panties and lift them to his nose, breathing in the pheromones of her sex and becoming intoxicated by them.

The movement caused Sandy to lose the grip of Gary's erection in her mouth as her body tilted sideways. Someone was now licking her legs and she did not care who, the sensation only served to make her want more. She now found herself looking up at Gary's scrotum, two tight wrinkled little sacs that were temptingly inviting. Without hesitation she began to lick, her tongue stroking from one to the other, tasting. She was now filled with an overwhelming desire to do something she had never done before; she wrapped her lips around them, taking his balls fully into her mouth and began to suck hungrily. At the same time she felt a similar intrusion of a tongue upon her folds, she felt the cool rush of breath as someone spread her petals and began to eat. She groaned with sheer pleasure not caring who it was.

Mike watched his wife devouring the scrotum but was distracted by Gary's huge erect penis pointing towards him. He was drawn to it. Wrapping his left hand around it he tilted it down and sucked upon it feverishly as he squeezed Sandy's right breast hard.

Sandy was now on the brink. She was trying hard to swallow the balls in her mouth. The sensation of Darren's eager tongue on her nub and the pain/pleasure grip on her breast made her cum as never before. She felt the surge from deep with, cataclysmic contractions made her shudder and tremble. She released. Darren took it all on the face, a huge spray of female ambrosia shot forth and covered him.

Gary came at the same time. His hot jizz shot into Mike's mouth, the overflow oozed down his chin and dripped onto Sandy's neck. His semi-erect cock slid out and dangled onto her lips, she opened her mouth to drink the remaining cream. She needed more. Looking up at her husband she pulled him down and began to lick and kiss. Her hungry tongue demanding every last drop, licking the jizz from his chin and probing deep into his mouth to retrieve it.

Suddenly she felt herself being raised by a hand from the sofa.

Darren was now lying on the floor with his long, thin, banana shaped cock touching his belly button. She crouched astride it as Mike gripped and held the intruiging shape as vertical as he could to allow entry.

She felt the intrusion inside her, spreading her walls apart and sliding in deep, deeper. The curve touched and pushed against her G-spot, she held it there allowing the sensation to ride her final and ultimate orgasm.

Mike stood before her as he unzipped and revealed the demanding shaft of his penis. She savoured his tip with her tongue before deep-throating, her teeth anchored and grating along the hard flesh to control and direct. From the corner of her eye she noticed that Gary was kneeling with a fresh erection and was tossing himself off over Darren's face.

They were combined in a sexual heaven. All four intent on satisfying themselves and each other. Hands carressed and mauled, there were no barriers now, fingers explored and probed where fingers do not normally go.....

.... Sandra stirred slowly in her bed as she awakening from her slumber. She felt content yet frustrated as she recollected the wet dream she had experienced in her sl**p. It had been many years since she had been so sexually aroused that her mind had created a fictitious situation and then acted it out in a dream.

"Shit! Why have I woken up?" she sighed in a half-awakened state of mind, "All the man cum was about to flood out and I missed it!"

She closed her eyes again and re-imagined the curved cock of Darren inside her, whether or not it was that shape was immaterial, it was the thoughts in her mind that mattered right now as her hand reached down and rested upon her gender. She was wet, very wet.

The simple fact was that the two young men staying the weekend with her and Mike had allowed her thoughts to run riot and she was intent on creaming her imaginary and erotic desires for them. She turned onto her right side and brought her knees up to the fetal position as she kept her hand firmly wedged between her thighs, her eyes quickly glanced at the bedside clock. It was 9 am and, although she did not remember going to bed herself, she surmised that no one else would be awake for at least another hour or so.
She could hear the deep sl**p breathing of her husband lying behind her, indicating that she was safe to continue with her sexual fantasy.

Her middle finger began to stroke the clitoris as she closed her eyes and began her dream again from the moment when she had woken. Her sexual thoughts and creative mind were now in control of the direction of this dream, and sexual fantasy was something she possessed in abundance...

She looked down once more at Darren's blue eyes and short blonde curly locks as she sat upon his immaculate erection thrusting deep inside her. She took her hands from the carpet and leaned back and felt the banana-shaped penis pushing into her vaginal wall. The gush from Mike's cock shot into her mouth at the same time as she saw Gary cream over Darrens face. She imagined the feeling as Darren shot his warm cum inside her.

Now she was controlling the action being played out in her mind and she replayed the triple cumshot again and again as she rode the orgasm that was building up inside her. She allowed her fantasy to progress.

Mike knelt back, still panting from his own release and then looked at Darren's face covered in Gary's jizz. He was drawn to it. He closed in and began to lick, his tongue tasting tentatively before feverishly beginning to devour and swallow the white sticky cream. Darren responded to Mike's hungry attention by opened his mouth to reveal his cum covered tongue. Mike's fingers delicately carressed Darren's cheek as they merged together as one to share Gary's gift, their tongues lapping against each other, eating.

Darren reached out with his hand, running it downward along Mike's spine before resting upon his buttocks, his middle finger found the tight entrance and began to toy with it. Slowly his finger disappeared inside

As Sandra watched with lustful imagination, Gary sat beside her. In the mind's eye of her dream she saw his gorgeous brown eyes, jet black hair and his handsome tanned face in close proximity. She felt his tongue licking Mike's bukkake from her hair and forehead. His tongue danced over the bridge of her nose and down across her lips. She felt his intrusion as he f***ed his taste buds into her mouth to retrieve the cream.

She began to groan as she masturbated to the visual images in her mind, oblivious to the stirrings of her husband in bed behind her.

Gary's tongue was now slowly licking down her body, over her breasts and tummy, his intent; to seek out and drink Darren's cum from within. She allowed herself to be pushed back onto the carpet and her thighs to be opened wide.

She felt the hot sticky ooze of Darren's cum running down over her ass as his fingers spread her petals apart. She felt his cool breath as his face closed in, and then his tongue eagerly devouring the cream pie, the sound of his lapping filled her ears. She frigged her nub as she sensed his tongue entering as deep as it could to retrieve the nectar.

She was on the brink and riding a huge orgasm, one that she wanted to hold onto for as long as possible. Her dream-mind now went one stage further.

Gary's tongue moved down and began to lick the cum that had escaped. His tongue now began to tickle and probe her asshole. The imagined sensation and the total pleasure of the thought took her to the limit. She emitted an unmistakably noise, the earthquake that eminates from deep inside the body, a deep exhalation of breath with vibrating vocal cords that is the essence of the full female orgasm.

But she had given the game away, Mike's penis that had layed recumbant and asl**p behind her was now aroused and was demanding a piece of the action. She felt it rub along her petals, spreading them apart and then entering. The dream she had been having had now turned into semi-reality as she fantasised that Mike's cock was now Darren's. In her mind it was also Darren's hand reaching over to play with her breasts and squeeze her nipples. The shaft of his penis filled her vagina and began to pummell. Her mind's eye was believing that a young guy half her age was now fucking her.
In her dream she had wanted a real fuck and now she was dreaming that reality was a fantasy fuck! Can the human mind ever be sexually sated? she pondered briefly as she heard the deep groans behind her. The erection inside her faltered and paused, pending its release.

She felt the warm jizz strike her cervix. The dream had reached its peak and she came like never before. Her body trembled and shook as she climaxed, the contraction of the spasms gripping onto his shaft and sucking his balls dry.

Continuing to lie on her side with Mike's cock inside her she slowly came down from her high. She tensed her vaginal muscles trying to keep it inside her for as long as possible, feeling it shrink and retract, its limp body retreating to escape.

But now she had been left with a pang of guilt, she had lived a fantasy and now she had to turn over and face her husband. She could never confess to him that she had imagined it was someone else who had taken her to the best orgasm she had ever experienced. Slowly she turned over to express her love and gratitud towards him.

But her heart stopped. Her mind in total confusion.

"What the fuck!" she exclaimed.

"Good Morning," said Darren.... Continue»
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Boarding School and Wedding night exploits

Reading the newspapers I see as each year passes, women of all ages are coming to the fore, regarding their sexual habits.
In schools, young and attractive female teachers are having sex with boys and girls, their sexual urges eclipsing their moral standing.
Of course as a girl myself, we knew this from day one, we are horny buggers and love a good rodgering, and giving a good blow-job, it's society that tries to make us what we are not.
In boarding school, we cut favors with staff, in return for illicit sex, partly for freedoms, but more for our own satisfaction, I was a horny teen and gave it away for the feeling of having one inside.
Getting out at weekends, usually meant joining a queue, to give the gate-man a blow-job, he never ejaculated, he just enjoyed a line of pretty girls kissing, licking and sucking him.
Of course back then, we dressed as the Belles of St. Trinions, taking our inspirations from these movies, saving our ill gotten gains to pay for the lingerie, which effectively turned us on, more than it did for the men who saw us in it.
In our dorms with thirty beds, it was not unusual to see some beds with two girls going at it, humping and moaning, while others were passing around primitive vibrators, getting a quickie before sl**p, a quick wipe and pass it on to the next girl.
Of course the true lesbians were in heaven, as most of us were heterosexual girls, who were willing to consent to experience nights of love with passionate lesbians.
My first oral orgasm was with a girl, I suppose thats why lesbianism is readily acceptable to woman, we have a natural tendency to drift that way, and as in some recent stories, young female teachers cant resist the need for their young female pupils, expressing love, not sex, as the primary mover, but sex did take place, as the urge in females is stronger than males.
Wedding nights are sacrilegious events on many fronts, but many men dont know their new wives are playing, even on that night.
Our reception in a well known hotel, meant booking many rooms for our guests travelling from afar, staying over, and one guest in particular took advantage in transplanting his semen into me, in a desperate, but daring-do fashion, admitting many years later, he did it because he thought my beauty and his sperm would produce a god-like c***d, preferably female.
I read many years later he was convicted for pedophilia, having sex with an u******e girl, the mind boggles.
Back to my wedding night, we were all pissed out of out skulls, and the happy couple retired to the nuptial bed, where my husband, as soon as his head hit the pillow, started snoring, and the best man, could not stir him, instead offered to fulfill the nuptial rights himself, this being said glassy eyed and with a serious bulge in his pants.
We laughed it off and I suggested one of the bridesmaids, by name, letting him know I acknowledged his erection straining in his pants.
In the back of my mind I was seriously tempted, I was fucking horny as hell, and as I looked at my husband, I got angry, so I asked the best man to undo the back of my wedding dress, and stepped out of it, revealing my all white lingerie, not caring my thong disappeared between my cheeks or the front was see-through, I was angry and I wanted this horny friend of my husband to see my most intimate part.
He stood staring, making no apology for staring straight into my crotch, 'I think you need to go now John', and I hurried him to the door, noting he had lifted the door pass card on the way out. At the door he turned and gave me a very passionate kiss, his hands caressing my bare buttocks, I moaned and pressed against him, before breaking off and pushing him outside and closing the door.
My heart pounded I was so close to fucking him, indeed removing my thong the crotch was soaked with my secretions.
I turned the light out and lay on the bed, still dressed in upper bodice and stockings, hubby lay on his back, fully attired as he fell, and snored in a deep sl**p.
The drink made me drowsy, and soon I too dozed off, drifting into a dream of passionate lovemaking, my lover firmly inside me, taking me from behind, and as my orgasm built to its crescendo, I awoke to find myself being fucked from behind by the best man, who was completely naked, but I cared not, feeling behind and cupping his buttock to pull him in deeper, it was a brilliant orgasm and I unashamedly enjoyed it for its audacity and daring, well deserved I thought in the recesses of my dark mind, even the warm feeling deep within, made me bond with my loving r****t, his sperm flooding my vagina, seeking my uterus and eggs.
We lay there in the darkness, the silence broken by our heavy breathing, his penis firmly wedged between my legs, only breaking free as I turned to start kissing him, all the while my husband, his friend, snored, oblivious to what we were doing.
After a few hours I wanted more and slid on top of him, kissing him passionately and mouthing the dirtiest meanings into his ear, he could be in no doubt what I really was, a horny bitch game for fucking.
At that point he took the ultimate prize on the night, as I lay face down holding my prized cheeks apart, he was a very big man down there and no doubt I was left with my asshole open to the world, as he dismounted and left the room.

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The Wedding Night

The Wedding Night

“I will always love you” by Whitney Houston rang out around the room and the dance floor was packed…..mainly with women! The bride and groom were locked in a passionate embrace occupying the centre of the floor and surrounded by small groups of predominantly women with the odd booze laden bloke doing his best to keep pace! I was sitting at our table looking onto the dance floor and my gaze soon became focussed on my missus dancing with her Aunty Mandy near to the front of the floor. With their arms d****d around each other I remember wishing to myself that if only they weren’t related - seeing Gemma dancing slowly with another woman was pretty sexy to say the very least! My missus was wearing a long navy blue tight fitted dress that clung to her body with an opening showing her cleavage. Briefly, the thoughts of Gemma and someone else ‘together’ filled my mind, but all too soon they were both back sitting at the table.

It was late evening and being slightly tipsy, I really couldn’t wait to go up to our room. The entire 22 rooms in the hotel were all booked for the wedding guests. Earlier in the day just after checking-in Gemma and I had taken our things up to our room, which was a double with en-suite with a bath and shower unit.
Gemma leaned towards me telling me she was going to the ‘ladies’ then outside for a cigarette.
She returned about 15 to 20 minutes later saying that she’d been talking to Rachel outside.

All too soon the end of the evening was approaching and with the majority of the guests boarding the minibus’s for home the large function room was almost deserted. My missus and I decided to have a last cigarette outside and then head up to our room. Gemma smoked hers in next to no time at all before saying that she was going on up to the room because she was freezing cold. She told me to take my time and not to rush.
I watched her walk back through the large conservatory and into the lobby before disappearing out of view. I quickly lit another cigarette and sat on the wooden bench taking in the stunning night time views of the twinkling lights far into the distance. I was there for about 10 minutes before finally making my way up to the room. I quietly tapped on the door of our room, but there was no answer. I tried several more times, but still my missus didn’t answer.

With it now being in the early hours of the morning everything was perfectly silent. Gemma couldn’t have fallen asl**p that quickly surely?
I slumped against the foot of the door thinking that she may be in one of the other rooms either side of ours that her close f****y were staying in.
Every now and again I would hear people laughing and mumbling in the other rooms, making the idea that she was having a last drink with f****y all the more plausible. Thinking that one of the doors would soon open and my missus appearing relaxed me as I tried to get a little more comfortable on the floor with my back against the door!
I was soon struggling to stay awake and once or twice I’m sure I nearly dropped-off as my eyelids fell shut!
The main lights on the landing went off plunging the corridor into momentarily darkness as my eyes adjusted to the dimmer lamps along the landing. I remember thinking it must be getting really late now as I remained slumped against the door.
I soon began to ‘nod-off’ again until the sound of a muffled ‘thump’ caught my attention. Gradually the ‘thump’ became more frequent and more audible and noticeably more rapid. It was soon quite obvious what the noise was. I assumed for some reason that it was emanating from the room next to ours…..which was someone else’s.
The minutes ticked by as I listened to someone else shagging. They were really going for it for easily 20 minutes or so….making me really horny in the process!
I then got to my feet and tried both the handles on our door at the same time - I’d forgotten about it earlier!!!
To my relief I quietly pushed open the door before gently closing it behind me. I stood in silence for a few seconds to see if I could still hear whoever it was fucking next door.
Suddenly out of the quietness I heard my missus whispering “I want your hard dick in my mouth again”!!!
My body went stiff as I froze to the spot at what I’d just heard. Then, following some movement on the bed I heard ‘kissing’ noises followed by ‘sucking’ and ‘slurping’ sounds.
I knew instantly that it was Gemma sucking someone off! I couldn’t believe it!!! It was evident that she’d not heard me coming in. She then said, “mmm get it back in there then”, followed shortly by, “mmm yeah……push it right up me babe”, then, “Oooh yeah….get it in me”.
There was then a bit of movement on the bed so I inched myself forwards towards the bedroom. There was no door to the bedroom, just the short passage that opened into the bedroom. I got to the corner and quietly and carefully peeped around. The first thing I noticed was my missus long navy dress on the floor with her silver strappy heels next to it. My eyes quickly glanced up to the double bed. There was a man kneeling on the bed between my missus legs facing the headboard! Gemma’s legs were wrapped around his waist and she was led on her back. I pulled my head back round the corner out of sight and just stood there listening to my missus being fucked by another man. My legs were like jelly!

As I stood there frozen to the spot it gradually dawned on me that it wasn’t someone else I had heard when I was sat outside the door, but it was actually my missus and this man!
The bed was now making quite a noise, bumping and creaking with the odd ‘thud’ of the wooden headboard bumping against the wall. Gemma didn’t seem at all bothered by the noise they were making,- probably due to the fact that we’d been drinking all day long and we were pretty much pissed! I quietly shuffled back towards the door and laid my jacket on the floor and as I was unbuttoning my shirt I suddenly remembered the conversation Gemma and I had had earlier in the evening as we stood outside having a fag. I remember saying about all the looks she’d been getting from male guests throughout the day and how she had giggled when I said it.
She looked absolutely stunning and she knew it too. She had all the make-up on, her hair was pinned up and styled especially for the occasion and her long navy blue dress clung to her figure as it fell to the floor. She looked perfect and I could totally understand all the male attention she’d been getting. As we finished our fag and were walking back through the hotel I remembered jokingly saying that I’d go up to our room and she had to go and ’pull’ somebody and bring them up to our room for a threesome! It was a fantasy I’d had for a while and Gemma was well aware of it too.
I had now taken my shirt off and undone my trousers. I slipped my feet out of my slip-on shoes and gently lowered my trousers to the floor carefully stepping out of them. I crept back to the corner and peeped around once again.
This time I watched as my missus got to her knees and he led out on the bed. Gemma still had her new little nude coloured g-string on. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing as she arched over and began ’going-down’ on him - even though he’d just had his dick in her pussy! It felt really strange spying on my missus, but it was also such a big turn-on too!
I gradually became more confident and inched myself further around the corner towards the bed. I was almost right behind Gemma and seeing her from behind on her hands and knees in just a very skimpy little g-string giving another man oral sex blew my mind! She was loving it! I was loving it too!
She sucked his cock for quite a while before suddenly turning her body to face away from him. I’m almost certain she already knew I was going to be in front of her when she turned around because she wasn’t at all shocked or surprised with me standing in front of the bed totally naked with my cock in my hands! We just looked straight into each others eyes in a loving and sure kind of way. We were only about three feet away from each other now. Her pinned-up hair had fallen loose and her face was glowing red with a bead or two of perspiration streaming down her cheek. She then quietly whispered to me, “who said you could get your dick out?”
I gave her a smile and motioned for her to look as I slowly masturbated in front of her.
“You’re so naughty” she whispered after briefly watching me.
My missus, still on her hands and knees, moved herself backwards on the bed until she was directly over this man. Her head was now just above his erect cock as we continued staring at each other. My missus continued looking into my eyes as she slowly lowered her head and once again took his hard cock into her mouth and began pleasuring him orally again.
Either side of the large double bed were little ‘tub’ chairs so I grabbed hold of one and pulled it in front of the bed. Sitting in the chair gave me a perfect view of the bed and my eye level was absolutely spot-on!
I quickly got comfy in the chair - stretching my legs out so my feet were just about resting on the crisp white bed sheet on the edge of the bed. I was in near darkness at the foot of the bed whilst two dimly lit small reading lamps fixed to the wall either side of the headboard threw a gentle seductive soft light just across the top half of the bed. It was just like a theatre with the bed being the stage under a gentle spot-light.
For the following couple of minutes I looked on watching as the guy and my missus move into the ‘69’ position less than three feet in front of me. The sight of Gemma sucking another mans cock was an incredible turn-on - I was so wet!
Surprisingly, she seemed to be enjoying sucking his dick and she looked like she couldn’t get enough of it!
His cock was covered in my missus saliva - she’d absolutely soaked him!
Raising her head up from his cock, Gemma began to softly thrust her hips backwards ensuring his tongue was in the correct place. My dick was so hard and wet as Gemma began ‘riding’ his face, I couldn’t help but start pleasuring myself.
It wasn’t too long before my missus was upright straddling his head in a sort of ‘reverse cowgirl’ position fucking his face.
She still hadn’t taken her knickers off yet choosing to just pull them over to one side instead.
Gemma was getting more and more aroused at the oral sex she was receiving, her nipples had become swollen and hard so I could tell she was really enjoying it.
I really can’t describe the feelings of watching your missus with another man…… surreal I guess.
Several minutes later Gemma has eased herself off his face. She whispered, “pass my little clutch bag off the floor please babe” to me.
I reached forward and grabbed the small silver bag from beneath her dress and handed it to her. My missus retrieved a small packet of condoms out of the little bag. They were the ones out of the vending machines in the downstairs toilets, three-pack of Durex ribbed condoms.
Gemma quickly opened the packet and took one out. Laying alongside him she then carefully tore open the foil packet and took out the white coloured condom. She then slowly unrolled it down the length of his erect dick.
The following thirty minutes I spent watching my missus and this man fucking each other. My own girlfriend of over sixteen years shagging someone else right in front of me…..and not behind my back for once!
She was unbelievable and nothing like she was when we had sex. Gemma was on top riding him for a good while before getting off and sucking his cock straightaway after her pussy had just been on it! As I sat in the chair watching my missus and this man having sex it suddenly occurred to me how big he was! I’m just about seven inches when fully hard and he was clearly bigger than me. As Gemma was sucking him off I could tell he was at least ten maybe eleven inches hard. This surprised me as I thought back to when Gemma was just on top riding him, and how she took his cock with such ease! For a few brief seconds I was quite amazed and stunned that my missus took his big dick into her pussy with such ease.
I quickly snapped out of my daze when I heard Gemma begin to moan as she was ‘going-down’ on him. She was on her knees beside him slowly sucking his cock up and down. I then noticed his hand was between her parted thighs and his fingers gently sliding along her shaven wet pussy before parting her pussy lips. (2,348)
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A Wedding Story

CHAPTER 1: A f****y PROBLEM
"Cecil are you really sure you're ready for the responsibility of marriage? Even though you and Cheryl have been dating since junior high, do you think she's the right girl for you?"

"Mom we've been through this before. I know you don't really care that much for Cheryl's f****y. You can't blame her for the things her two s****rs have been rumoured to have done."

"It's in the f****y bl**d son. That's what bothers me. I just don't want to see you hurt. I know you say she's a virgin, which is commendable and I pretty much know you are, except for being with your hands."

"Mother! Please don't say that!"

"You know it's true. Over the years I've loss track of the times I've seen you come in from dates with her and beat yourself off. However, I did notice that after y'all went to college, you didn't do it as much. Does she pull your little peter now or suck you off?"

"Mom! Please!"

"You don't have to admit to it, I suspect she jerks you off, she probably wouldn't get excited blowing such a small prick."

"Mother! S-she says size is not i-important. It's love that counts." His mom knew she had hit on a nerve and decided to use it to her advantage.

"Son, you know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you, but her two s****rs started off just as sweet as Cheryl, but what's in their slut bl**d just had to come out. They couldn't help themselves. They're nymphs. It's in their bl**d. They couldn't be faithful to one man, especially ones that weren't equipped to handle their needs. And baby, it's obvious with your small equipment, you won't be able to satisfy her needs. Sure you can help thing out with your mouth, but after a while, she'll need more cock, and I'm afraid a bigger cock, or cocks."

"Mother! Y-You've been trying to break us up for years. B-But this is the lowest you've sunk. I-I just can't believe y-you'd stoop so low."

"Son, my only concern is her breaking your heart because she can't help herself."

CHAPTER 2: CECIL AND CHERYL HAVE A CONVERSATION
"You shouldn't think too badly of your mom, after all other people talk about my s****rs too. I know they have problems, a-and mom and them warned me that I could succumb to unfaithfulness too once I become really turned on sexually. I don't want to believe them. I feel I could never be unfaithful to you Cecil. I love so much about you. You're kind, considerate, and most of all, we're also best friends as well as lovers. Well, maybe not lovers like you'd want us to be, but I respect you even more for putting up with me for not wanting to give you some before our wedding night."

"You've convinced me I should wait." Cecil Lamented.

"My mom really likes you too, but she thinks you're not man enough to keep me satisfied later on. I never told you this before, but she said I should get your promise that if I need other men to satisfy me, you'll go along with it. I know that seems gross and I could never cheat on you Cecil darling. I love you too much."

The two lovers kissed and promised their undying love to each other. They later went on to their routine of petting which ended in Cheryl letting Cecil tongue her clit. And as always reminding him to be careful not to penetrate her with his tongue and risk deflowering her. He always tried to be careful. After always getting her off first, she in the afterglow of his mouth action, would passionately kiss him as she slowly jerked him off.

CHAPTER 3: THE JOB OFFER
Cecil was desirous of marrying his c***dhood sweetheart as soon as possible. Now that he'd graduated from the state university, which they both attended, he sought to get employment as soon as possible. His search revealed what looked like a very promising prospect, even though he'd more than likely have to relocate from his hometown.

The job was for an accountant in a small town on one of the Islands, off the coast of Carolina. The position was on the staff of the city government. The salary range was more than acceptable to Cecil and required an in person interview. The slightly strange provision was that if the applicant was married or about to be married, the applicant, if male, was also required to bring his wife or fiancée along. Additionally, both Cecil and Cheryl were required to fill out a questionnaire about their backgrounds, hobbies, interest and goals in life and so forth.

Cecil submitted all the required information and was surprised at how quick he got a response. The travel arrangements were set up.

It was just as easy for Cecil to drive to Freeville since the place where he had to get on the ferry was only about a four hour drive from his hometown.

Cecil was excited about the potential job offer because it would give him the opportunity to get away from his f****y and the rumour mill about Cheryl's f****y.

CHAPTER 4: WELCOME TO FREEVILLE
It was a scenic ride even though Cecil was amazed at how isolated it was just to get to the ferry to be transported to the offshore town. It was a half hour ferry crossing. However the scenery was quite beautiful.

When Cecil and Cheryl finally arrived at the place for the interview, it didn't dawn on them that they hadn't seen but a handful of whites. Most of the people they came in contact with were black.

CHAPTER 5: THE INTERVIEW
Cecil was impressed that the mayor, Victor Howard, did the interview along with a Mrs. Jenkins, who was white. She was the head of the city hall administration division. She would be Cecil's boss if he got the job.

He was also surprised that his Cheryl also had to attend with him, but he didn't mind.

The interview went well and he felt good that he was able to impress the Mayor and Mrs. Jenkins in front of his prospective wife. He was totally surprised at the starting salary and benefits that went with the job. He didn't want to seem to anxious to accept but he knew he would be making
$10,000 more than the going rate for his other classmates. Plus the offer included a housing allotment for a year. He would therefore have no apartment rent for a year.

Cecil also found out that the town was composed mostly of blacks because at onetime it was a plantation and the owner gave the island to free blacks after the Civil War. They established a township.

"Our city still remains over 95% black. We are in the process of bringing more white families in to qualify for more Federal funds for our schools and city government as well to provide a more diverse population to our city. It's one of their stipulations. It's also why we can offer such a top salary for a new out of school accountant." The mayor revealed to the young couple.

"Mrs. Jenkins here relocated some five years ago and has found it a wonderful place to live and raise a f****y. Haven't you Dorothy?"

"Indeed Mr. Mayor. As y'all can see I'm expecting - four months along. It'll be our third c***d, for Norman and me." Mrs. Jenkins revealed.

"Cecil your qualifications are fine and Mrs. Jenkins and I agreed the job is yours. I see that Cheryl is not wearing a ring yet, but you have set the date?" The Mayor Said.

Cecil went on to explain how his finances were such that he couldn't afford one yet and that he would more than likely he would just be buying a simple set of plain wedding bands and go for a court house wedding. He politely lied by explaining that Cheryl's families wasn't excited about them getting married before he was financially stable. Cecil of course didn't want to mention the real reason why his f****y was opposed to their marriage.

"We haven't set a date yet but now that I have such a good paying job it will be soon."

Cecil beamed as he held Cheryl's hand.

"Why not do it while you're here? If you commit to accepting the job today, we'll throw in the wedding, which includes the dress, the rings, reception and the cake. Just think of it as a welcome to the city of Freeville greeting gift. That way you can go back home already married."

Cecil and his bride to be, were aghast at the offer and took them only a moment to catch their breaths and accept such a generous offer. They were also surprised that it would be done in just two days.

CHAPTER 6: WEDDING PREPARATIONS
"There you are Cecil, just sign these documents, here's the marriage permit. There all y'all have to do now is walk down the aisle." Said Mrs. Jenkins as she walked away with several marriage documents that the two had to sign. Just as she got near the door she cried out.

"OOPS! I'm sorry you two, I forgot one more paper, it's just a simple matter of granting us permission to put your names in the local newspaper. It's a publication release form. Here just sign here, and initial it here and here and here. Good! Now Cheryl, you do the same." Cheryl quickly did as requested. As soon as she had signed the last line they all heard the mayor roar out. "As an official of the City of Freeville, I pronounce you husband and wife." He said laughing. Mrs. Jenkins and two other clerks in the room also joined in the mayor's laughter. Naturally so did Cheryl and Cecil, for they assumed it was just a good natured comment.

CHAPTER 7: CECIL and CHERYL TOUR THE TOWN
Cecil and his bride to be, were given a royal tour of the island.

They noticed that the island town was indeed primarily black, with a s**ttering of white faces here and there. Those faces generally belonged to women and men. The k**s with these white couples appeared to be rather tanned, but since it was late spring and very warm in this climate, it was not seen as being unusual to Cecil and Cheryl that k**s would be suntanned from being outdoors a lot.

Cecil did notice that most of the white men seemed very friendly but in a reserved way.

Later that evening after dinner, the mayor wanted them to separate under the rationale that it was bad luck for the bride and groom to see too much of each other before the wedding.

There were two Bed & Breakfast inns on the island. Cheryl was to stay at home and Cecil at the other.

After a few kisses, Cheryl was dropped off at her inn and Cecil at his. Mrs. Jenkins was to pick her up the next morning.

The next morning after a good night's sl**p and digestion of all that had happened to them, the couple would separately meet with a seamstress and a tailor to get fitted for their wedding garb.

Cheryl loved the ornate wedding gown that the seamstress just happened to have available. The story was that the unfortunate bride changed her mind at the last minute and skipped town.

At the local tailor, Cecil admired the tux that was he was to wear. As he went through the fitting process, the tailor offered him a cup of coffee, which Cecil readily accepted, as he waited for the tailor to make some of the numerous adjustments required.

After a few sips and some small talk, Cecil felt incredibly sl**py. The next thing he knew it was three hours later as he awoke in the divan that he'd dozed off on.

CHAPTER 8: CECIL WAKES TO A SHOCKING SURPRISE
To his surprise there were several men hovering around him. All smiling.

"W-What's going on? I-I guess I must've f-fell asl**p." He openly stated, still feeling like he was in a dreamy state.

"Yes Cecil, you've been out a while. It was necessary to have you take a nap while we fitted you with a special fashion garment for the wedding and also for your citizenship here in Freeville."

Cecil made out the voice to be a man he'd been introduced to as the local Fix It Man. He and his sons were renowned for repairing and rigging up things to make them work, since people on the island didn't have readily access to all the stores and parts from the coastal towns.

As he tried to stand up his legs were like rubber. Cecil plopped back on the divan and waited until his head cleared. Moments later he felt that there was something different. His briefs seemed a bit uncomfortable or needed adjusting, but he knew it was not proper to adjust your crotch in public. However, whatever the problem, he had to do something. Something was wrong in his shorts. Things just felt different down there. What was going on? He pondered.

"Yes, I can see you're feeling the special device we put on under your shorts." The Fix It man said to Cecil. The man reacquainted himself to the bewildered Cecil.

"Remember me? My name is Rob. I know you have a lot of questions, so let me try and answer them as best I can."

The man's explanation of what had occurred to Cecil brought Cecil quickly around as poor Cecil sat upright and openly felt through his pants and even dropped his pants, without shame to determine the truth of what the man was saying.

Cecil discovered, as he was told, that he'd been fitted with a device that consisted of a very strong tungsten wire device that circled his waist and had attachments to soft flat ribbon cables that attached to a basket that surrounded and held his scrotum. This basket was supported by additional tungsten wires that were attached to the one that circled his waist. The device looked medical in design and yet rather streamlined. Cecil also notice a tubular lock built into the thicker cable surrounding his waist. It looked like a modification of a tubular bicycle lock.

"What you have on is a state of the art chastity control belt. It works on the same principle as an invisible fence for dogs. When the pet wanders too close to a boundary where he's not suppose to be, he gets a mild electric shock. The big difference here Cecil is that several of us will have these remote devices that can send a signal and give you a mild shock to your balls when you act like you shouldn't.

"A-As I shouldn't? What a-are you talking about?" Cecil blurted in reply.

"You have been fitted with this device to ease your adjustment to your new role in Freeville. The first of course is your job. This device will not interfere with your day to day activities. It will be left on at all times. You can attend to your normal bodily functions including bathing as well as sex. Occasionally, you'll need to get your batteries recharged, if you fail to do so at the required intervals, a series of automatically triggered shocks, from a reserved battery, will increase in intensity for a period of two hours. This will help you remember to do your battery charging promptly and routinely."

Rob went on to tell him more about why he was fitted for the device. As the Fix It man was talking, in walked the mayor and the sheriff. Cecil began a tirade of protests to them.

"Now calm down Cecil. I understand your feelings, but it's best not to get excited. Just think of this as a little control mechanism to help you adjust to the culture here in Freeville, and the part you and your lovely bride will be playing and contributing to the town."

Cecil, having been so preoccupied with his own plight, hadn't thought of Cheryl. The d**g they had used on him was now virtually gone from his head. He was thinking clearly again.

"W-What do y-you mean? A-And w-what have you done to her?" He yelled out.

"She's doing well, very, very well." The mayor said with the smile of a used car dealer. Cecil didn't like his looks, but wanted to know more about what the mayor was referring too about the culture and the part he and Cheryl were to play.

The mayor pulled up a chair. Cecil was completely surrounded by a circle of large black men. He knew any kind of escape was useless with the size and muscle bound bodies that encircled him. He sat and listened as the mayor talked. He had no choice.

Cecil couldn't believe his ears. His head was spinning at the horrific scheme that the mayor was proposing, yet not really proposing, but implementing, to increase the town’s population as well as to infuse more whites into the population.

"So you see Cecil, by your wife being bred by the local towns’ men we will have a more white population that's acceptable to the citizens and that have been reared here and will be a part of the culture and at the same time help us meet the Federal guidelines. Because by them being your k**s, even though racially mixed, they will be counted as white. I'm sure you saw several white mothers with their tan skin k**s. No that wasn't a suntan, it's a permanent tan on those k**s."

Cecil was awed, in an unbelieving way, at what the mayor was saying. He couldn't believe he and Cheryl were basically being k**napped. The talk of her being bred was beyond belief. As it all slowly dawned on him what was being implied, he slowly began asking questions.

"S-So all their h-husbands a-are wearing these d-devices?"

"That's right. Everyone is on their own assigned broadcast frequency. We can reach out to every one of you all over the island. We have a transmitter at the radio station."

"This month we've just been integrated into the cell phone tower system, so we can reach out and control you all over the country, even when you go back to your hometown or on vacation." The Fix It Man added with a tone of pride in his voice.

"B-But how d-do you g-get the w-wives t-to go a-along with..." Cecil asked, as he was cut off.

"We've resorted to little things like getting them a little tipsy and filming them in, shall we say, in compromising situations with one of our local black towns men. So anyone viewing the video would not be able to tell otherwise that what was going on was not consensual. They usually resist at first, but I'm surprised at how easy they come around to doing what we want of them. They also fall in love with all the big black meat they get too. And with their men under lock and key, they usually go along with the program, especially since where would they go for help anyway. It's quite a ways to swim back to the coast."

Cecil's eyes open wide as a fifty cent piece as it dawned on him the real predicament he was in as well as the statement about big black cocks.

The mayor went on.

"Sometimes our good doctor has stronger d**gs we can use also. However, alcohol seems to work pretty well in almost all the cases. And you know what Cecil, some of the wives and fiancées like the idea of their husbands and fiancés being under "lock and shock", as we say sometimes, while they're bred by their choice of black studs. That's what happened to Dorothy Jenkins. She took to cuckolding her wimpy husband like a fish to water. It didn't take but a few shock treatments to get him in line with her and the town's program. You'll get to meet him and some of the other husbands who've adapted quite well to the town and the lovely c***dren their wives have had for them."

Cecil thought for a moment, then spoke.

"S-So y-you want Cheryl to h-have u-up to a dozen b-babies b-by l-local men?"

The mayor acknowledged him with an affirmative nod.

"D-Does that m-mean, w-we can't have o-our own c***dren?"

"Sure, after you and she fulfil your obligation to deliver ours first." The mayor replied matter-of-factly.

"B-But Mayor Howard, a d-dozen b-babies a-are a lot of b-babies." Cecil stammered as he tried to make his point.

"Your new bride is young and strong, she'll do well. Plus, we just found out she's also a virgin too. How exceptional."

The mayor's words cut Cecil as if they were a knife. Cecil didn't have any intentions in attacking the mayor he just wanted to stand up to make his point. He didn't stand long. The electrical shock to his loins quickly caused him to double over and fall right back in his seat.

"OUCH! OOOOOH! STOP!" Cecil moaned and cried out as he winced at the unexpected jolt.

"Well Mr. Mayor, you can see it works okay. He has been assigned his own frequency, and I and the others who will be monitoring him have remotes. Did you want one too?" The Fix It man asked.

"Yes I would. I always like to participate in the orientation of our new citizens to our great town."

"W-What about Cheryl, d-did you **** her?" Cecil, blurted out. He'd recovered from the shock to his balls but was far more contained now that he knew the power of the device he was being f***e to wear.

"**** is such a negative word Cecil. But to answer your question, no we have not. We don't get many virgins, so we're saving her for a special orientation. That is we're going to have a lottery for the first man to pop her cherry." The mayor said grinning. Cecil hated the man for his smile if nothing else.

"P-Please M-Mayor Howard. P-Please don't do this. S-She's been saving herself for me for so l-long. W-We've known each other since junior high." Cecil's plea was sincere and very pathetic as he went on in great detail about how he and Cheryl wanted their wedding night to be special. However, the mayor listened intently at the long plea by Cecil. However, if Cecil had looked closely at the mayor, he would've seen a wicked gleam in the mayor's eye as he slowly was rubbing his big hands together as if plotting or pondering.

"Well Cecil, that is most touching. I must say I was moved by your plea and since I'm a compassionate man, here's what I'll do. If you promise to encourage your wife to go along with what we in the town need her to do, you'll have the opportunity to spend the wedding night with her and we won't touch her until after she's legally married."

Cecil was rather relieved at the mayor's words and hated to thank the man, but did so out of common courtesy.

CHAPTER 9: THE WEDDING
As Cecil saw his bride being led down the aisle by the mayor, he was surprised to see the strange look of serenity on her face. He was glad she could still put the best on the outside in view of all that they'd both gone through, and what was planned for them in this hell hole of a town. He mentally applauded her.

The dress she wore was tiered with rows of ornate scalloped lace, but at the same time, the bodice was rather sheer, such that a good part of her mammary endowments were rather accentuated, and much more revealing that Cecil would've desired. In a word she looked stunning. She had been kept away from him for 24 hours prior to the ceremony. She looked so radiant and beautiful in the ornate lacy, long train wedding gown.

He still couldn't believe this was happening to them. Was it his fate to always get the short end of the stick. One of the few things he thought was the bright star in his life was Cheryl, now her having to be a breeder for the town's men folks was so unbelievable. Yet, the mere fact he was wearing the electronic chastity belt was a reality check in itself, especially when several of his overseers tested it to see if it was working properly prior to him coming to the church, and again at the church. They were only very mild shocks, but the mere thought he was under such control, mortified him each time he gave it a thought. But again, he was under their control and couldn't do a thing about it.

Cecil was just glad that they had agreed he could spend the wedding night with his bride and be the first to sex her after the wedding ceremony. He'd been waiting all these years to have sex with her, after all he should be allowed to "break the seal" as well as be the first to get a chance at impregnating his new wife. However, then it dawned on him, could they be trusted? But they did say the breeding wouldn't be started until after she was legally his wife and that he could be with her on the wedding night. He felt more at ease. The closer his bride got to him, the prettier she looked. There was a strange countenance about her that he'd never seen before. Had they d**gged her? He was determined to try and whisper to her as soon as they were together.

He was hoping the best man, the mayor's son, wouldn't prevent him.

As the procession ended and Cheryl was positioned beside him for the main ceremony, she was able to whisper "I love you very much darling, no matter what happens." Her words were the best thing he'd heard in 24 hours. His confidence was made much stronger by her words.

She was also able to add, before the music stopped and minister was ready to start the ceremony, "Be brave darling, remember we're in this together, no matter what they make both of us do. I truly love you."

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here to formally join this couple in matrimony." The black minister said in a booming voice. As he read on and reached the part where it was time for he and his bride to exchange vows.
"Do you Cecil Morton, promise to love, be faithful to, cherish, honour, and obey Cheryl Jones, your wife to be, in all that she asks of you?"
When he was a bit slow to respond because the words were puzzling to him, Cecil felt a small jolt from the cattle prod of a chastity jock strap he wore. He quickly answered "I do!". He began to break out in a sweat fearing some form of public trickery or humiliation was about to be dumped on him.

"Do you, Cheryl Jones, promise to love, cherish and provide loving guidance to your husband, Cecil Morton, and assure that he keeps his vows of love, obedience, and honour, and use whatever corrective means necessary to ensure he does so."

"I do."

Cecil was flabbergasted at the confident and straight forward manner his bride replied. Did she know what she was committing too? He asked himself as he felt a sick feeling in his stomach about what was occurring before him, as well as to him.

"Before pronouncing your reaffirmation as man and wife, it is now time for the newlywed couple to demonstrate their commitment to sharing, aiding, and supporting each other. Will the groom and bride kneel." The minister said.

Cecil was nervous as his alabaster skin bride with a strange smile on her face, knelt eagerly before the black minister. He was less eager, but did so as he felt another small electrical jolt to his groins. He wondered which one of the men was using their remote on him.
"The bride has been told of this ritual, Cecil has not. The groom is warned not to be upset, but to abide by his vows of obedience and love for his new bride." The minister warned.

Cecil really had an ominous feeling now.

"You may part my robe and prepare my staff so as you two may receive my holy seed as an anointment to seal this ceremony of matrimony. Are you prepared?"

"Yes I am." Cheryl replied quickly. It was too quick for Cecil who looked at her wide eyed and with a blank face.
What he saw next as he knelt so close to his new bride was something that he'd never seen so close before as she parted the minister's black robe. He was wearing only a white shirt and shoes and socks. The centrepiece of his nudeness was the mammoth cock that was loosely strapped to his leg.

Cecil, eyes wider than before and in a total daze, estimated the giant member was at least nine inches, maybe a bit longer.

"Isn't this something darling?" He couldn't believe his bride saying as she deftly unhooked the strap that secured the semi-hard penis. "I'd say he was a bit larger than yours, wouldn't you say Cecil?" She said looking at him with a hint of a smirk on her beautiful face.

"Yes my c***d, handle the staff of the holy servant and began your demonstration of affections for the church and your marriage." The minister said as he moaned at the contact of her small soft white hand on his swelling heated black dick. As Cheryl began to lick the bulbous pre-cum leaking cockhead and laved the giant pee slit with flicks of her pretty tongue, someone removed the minister's robe and he stood before the kneeling couple, naked below the waist, wearing only shoes and socks.
Cecil, feeling weak, even on his knees, felt the best man's strong hands grip his shoulder and then whispered in his ear. "Don't do anything foolish. Go along with the program, unless you want your balls scorched."

Even though still dazed at the noisy lapping and slurping from the scene less than a foot in front of him, he received the warning loud and clear.
Cecil, besides being amazed at how well his new bride was orally administering to the minister, was equally amazed at the dreamy expression of lust on her face. Everything his mom tried to tell him before came back in his mind like a hundred miles an hour fast ball. Had all this awaken the slut bl**d in his Cheryl? Why didn't she ever give him the kind of exquisite head she was now giving the minister - a black man at that - in front of a hundred strangers.

Cecil's thought were bouncing around the inside of his head like a jar of full of shaken jelly beans. Then it dawned on him just as she saw her grasp and tenderly fondle the huge black balls hanging low beneath the black minister impressive fuck tool. She must've been d**gged. That was it, he thought. She doesn't know what she's doing.

Satisfying himself that he'd discovered that his bride was acting the way she was so eagerly, his state of mind was that they indeed was in this together. But then as he'd come to that conclusion, he remembered her words to him earlier before the ceremony started. Was she really doing this of her own volition?

Before Cecil, feeling helpless and mentally frustrated, could commence another round of mental debate with himself, the minister stopped moaning and also stopped his wife from her further mouthing action on his stout turgid dick.

"You've done well my c***d. You can be proud of your actions and your demonstration to the church's holy servant. Now it's time for your husband to prove his affection to my staff and demonstrate his willingness to share in the trials and tribulations of the path of marriage you both are commencing." Spoke the minister in his bass voice of authority and sanctity.

The minister moved sideways slightly bring his jutting wet palpitating dick right before Cecil's face. It dawned on Cecil like a bolt of lightning that he too was required to do the same as his bride. He cursed him self for not realizing he would be required to suck cock - black cock at that - just as his wife-to-be had.

Again, strong arms gripped his shoulder. Two pulses tickled his balls. They were definitely stronger than before.

"Go on honey. Do what you have to do. I'm right beside you. I won’t desert you. Lick his dick. Do the cockhead first." He heard his bride say. It was like he was in a dream. He'd never her talk that way. The minister's giant staff was less than three inches from Cecil's lips. He saw his bride's pink lipstick smeared on the long shaft of hard meat and groaned in anguish at what he had to do. He got a third stronger shock to his balls which caused him to lurch forward involuntarily with an open mouth. His reaction seemed what was needed, because before he knew it, he had a mouth full of hot black swollen dickhead. A moment later, the minister began to work and feed more of his steel hard meaty truncheon deeper between Cecil's stretched lips.

"That's it honey. Good boy. Just keep your teeth out of the way. That's it. You're sucking cock now. You're sucking a real man's dick." His new bride whispered sensuously as she held one of his hands. The best man held the other.

Cecil was having difficulty dealing with all that was going on, especially the horse size cock invading his mouth. As he continued in his f***ed mouthing of the minister's staff, his new bride continued to mentor and tutor him in sucking his first cock - no dick. He's never heard her say "dick" before.

After two minutes of looking down what seemed like a mile of fleshy black pipe, which culminated in a thicket of dense pubic hairs, Cecil, with tears running down his face, was getting use to the feel of the man's big erection in his mouth and throat as the minister face fucked the white groom with his beaming bride and over a hundred of the towns folk looking on and softly cheering him on.

"Here, hold his balls darling." Cheryl said as she guided her new husband's hand to the large black scrotum before him.

Cecil got another small low level shock in his shorts when he seemed reluctant to place his hands on the minister's sizeable hairy nuts. He got the message. He increased the action with his hand and kneaded the black man's balls, following his new bride's instructions to the tee. He couldn't see her smiling face but she was aglow in seeing him being subjected to such abject degradation. She knew for sure that in the last 12 hours the townsfolk, especially the men, had awoken the hereditary slut genes in her. It had been rather sudden, but even though she truly loved Cecil - her junior high through college sweetheart - his love for her would now have to adapt to her other needs, which would include her blatant public humiliation of him.

"You have brought me to the point of no return... OOOH! The point of blissful conclusion. OOOH! The point of your receiving the anointment for which you seek. OOOH! YESSSSSSS! Take it! It's all yours!" The minister cried out as he held the back of the poor white groom's head and began to erupt his spewing hot sperm between his stretched lips."

With his new bride preparing him for the news he was to received the holy ejaculate, and the minister pulling his spurting dickhead back from his throat to just inside the front part of his mouth, Cecil was able to cope with swallowing the large volume of hot gooey fuck fluid that was so forcibly gushed between his lips. He swallowed at least six full gulps of the hot creamy fuck goo before just milking the dribble and dregs that continued slowly oozing after the minister's come.

Following his bride's instructions, he continued to gently suckle the minister's slightly shrinking dick, all the while Cecil never let go of the minister's balls for fear of more electrical shocks.

His bride Cheryl noticed this and was pleased, even though she was sure he was concerned about getting another shock. She giggled mentally as she smiled to herself and thought how her new husband was going to react when he found out she too was going to get one of the remote units to keep him in line. Oh well, she thought, there's time for that later. Now she had to finish the ceremony and look forward to other pleasures in the ceremony, especially the next surprise for her unsuspecting new husband.

"PLOP!" The noise of the minister pulling his large member from the tight seal of poor Cecil's stretched mouth elicited a loud uproar of laughter from the those assembled.

"The bride and groom may salute each other and share the taste of the anointment, which the willing groom drew from my staff and balls."

There was another uproar as Cheryl gave her flush faced, bewildered, humiliated new husband, a deep French kiss.

Cecil, welcomed the attention from his bride. His mouth and jaw muscles ached slightly from being stretched so much. The juicy tongue kiss was good. Even though he didn't find the taste of the minister's hot cum as repulsive as he expected, he was so utterly ashamed to have been put through what he had, especially in front of the woman he loved and so many onlookers.

CHAPTER 10: KISSING THE BRIDE
Cecil and Cheryl were again directed to stand before the minister. The minister did not put his robe back on. His huge semi erect black penis was indeed a sight as he stood there with the bible in his hand. The whole scene was surreal, especially what he and Cheryl had been made to endure.

Cecil asked for a drink of water as the ministered thick creamy jism left a heavy slimy film on his gums.

"No my son, it's important you get use to the taste of the anointment you've received, and you both shared as a couple, for such future anointment from others shall be a bond between you two as a couple."

The ceremony continued as Cecil pondered the minister's words.

"Now that the young couple has demonstrated their willingness to share in what lies ahead in their marriage, with the power vested in me, I now reaffirm your being legally married and pronounce you as woman and husband. You may salute the bride one more time to show your acceptance and commitment to being her devoted and loyal helpmate."

Cecil kept wondering about the minister using the word "reaffirm". "Woman and husband"? What was going on here? Why didn't he just pronounce them "man and wife"? Again Cecil's mind was reeling. He had too much information to process. He had no idea what was going on here.

He was still puzzled, but he could use another kiss from his beautiful bride after all he'd been through. He didn't understand all the minister was saying, but he could at least look forward to being the first to nestle his throbbing prick into his beloved bride after all these years of waiting.

"Remember darling, they made me do this." Cecil heard his beaming bride softly say as he turned his face and began to move closer for a kiss. Her smile bothered him, but he was too concerned with touching her again to concern himself with body language.

"Not on her mouth my son." The minister interjected as he stopped Cecil's motion by placing his huge hand between Cecil and Cheryl. "You must kneel and salute her pussy."

Cecil for the countless time, had another blank stare on his face.

"Will the attendants remove the bride's garments for her husband to salute her without restriction." At the minister's request several women came up and undid some hidden fasteners and in a flash, Cecil's new bride was wearing only a white crotch-less teddy and a very tiny G-string that had a small triangular patch. Her perfectly formed cunt bush showed so beautifully. He had another ominous feeling. He had no idea they'd planned to exhibit his new bride in front of everyone.

"Before you perform your salute my son, you must swear you will do this whenever it is needed by her, and perform the act with eagerness, and the dearest of love and affection toward your spouse. Do you swear before man and the church that you will suck her cunt out to her satisfaction when it is desired by her, as I have described.

Seeing her like this caused his bl**d to heat up. Cecil quickly answered "I do". He didn't need a shock to prompt him. He was driven by lust.

"After this final public commitment, you may proceed to do your husbandly duty my son." The minister announced.

Nervously Cecil knelt and proceeded to remove the g-string as his new wife guided him in doing his sworn duty. As he was trying to get his trembling hands to steady themselves as he began to remove the flimsy thong underwear, he got whiff of a familiar scent that was different from the heavenly pussy bush fragrance he expected from his virgin brides crotch. As he got the g-string down and pushed it down her leg, he noticed the familiar colour and odour of Feta cheese protruding from here pouting pussy lips.

"I know how much you like Feta cheese, so I put a piece in there to make this easier on you darling. Please forgive me for them making me do this to you." Cheryl said in a nervous yet, sensuous tone.

"That's okay Cheryl dear, and thank you for being so thoughtful. I could use a taste of your pussy after all I've been through." Cecil replied as he moved his head closer to her labia as she spread her legs and invited him to come closer and lap her heated cunt.

As he nibbled on the sharp taste of the cheese, his nostril was filled with the naturally strong aroma of it. He also heard the assembly of town folks, as well as the minister cheer him on in his pussy eating. He was surprised at the size of the cheese wedge. He just hoped it had not broken the virginal seal of his beloved. Just as Cecil completed devouring the plug of aged Feta with it's sharp taste, he heard the minister announce to the assembly that Cecil had legally been married by the mayor the day the couple had arrived, and that today's ceremony was just a formality to reaffirm an already legal ceremony which had been held at the city hall in front of witnesses.

Just as Cecil managed to hear this bit of news, a thick soupy heated gloppy goo streamed in his surprised mouth and coated his tongue. By the time it dawned on him that the concoction was blended sperm and cunt juice, another slimy wave oozed out and over ran his lips and dripped messily over the satin lapels of his black tuxedo.

"Yes my son, you're tasting the first instalment of jism from the good men of this town. We kept our agreement. We didn't impose our selves upon your lovely virgin bride until after you two were legally married, which happened yesterday. And, as promised, you will be able to spend the wedding night with her. That is, after all the men in the audience have had an opportunity to salute her as real men do to such a beauty as your lovely bride. And also as promised, you are having sex, oral sex that is, with her right after the wedding ceremony. Now finish what you swore to do so she can be ready for me to anoint her properly between her legs."

Cecil again shocked and bewildered, knelt with trails of viscous melded jism smeared over and running down his face and neck. His tears made the mess even messier as he felt another shock in his shorts. Through watery eyes he saw the best man holding a remote and knew was coming if he didn't get back to his husbandly "clean up duties".

"C'mon darling, I'm sorry this had to happen, but we both must make the best out of it. C'mon make me feel good." He heard his wife plainly. Her voice wasn't as sympathetic as he'd expected, but it was urgent as was her tug on his head as she pulled him back to her very un-virgin, sloppy, slick and slimy sperm filled snatch. What little he saw of her face, before her now fuck juice smelling crotch blocked his view, was not the kind face of the Cheryl he knew, but one of a woman that needed his tongue in her well fucked pussy and was determined to have it there.

CHAPTER 11: THE RECEIVING LINE
After Cecil had finished saluting his bride in a very unorthodox manner, and after she shuddered orgasmicly with a loud sensuous moan, the Minister announced the ceremony was over. The beaming happy bride, and a very unhappy groom, marched down the aisle. Cecil was in tears while his new bride was smiling gleefully. The atmosphere was indeed surreal to Cecil.

The couple was led immediately to an adjacent annex, where the reception was to be held.

As Cecil cleared the uncontrolled tears from his eyes, it became apparent the instant he entered the annex what was set to occur, both from the crowd already assembled and the furnishings. In the middle of the room, there was an examination table as you would find in a doctor's office. The sight of the extended stirrups on the table sent more chills of dread through the new husband as he quickly envisioned his new bride situated on it with her beautiful legs in them.

Cecil was ordered to help his wife prepare for the onslaught of men who'd already formed a line to fuck her.

Cecil, full of terror from the ordeal he'd already been through, easily complied.

He sensed that there was going to be more, much more humiliation as he saw the line of semi-nude men, which had formed, was slowly growing longer.

While horrified, he couldn't get over the surreal festive atmosphere, and the strange gleefulness of his new bride. She apparently was very excited at being the whore for a group of strange, big dick black men. He also saw a new man with the remote. The man had his eyes on Cecil. A chill again ran through Cecil as he contemplated the terrifying act that was about to occur and over which he had no control.

While watching the line of horny men with fear and dread, Cecil was caught off guard as the minister walked up from the other direction. As he did, his large swinging manhood seemed more like a club than a penis. Even though it hadn't been that long since he had the man's stalwart member between his lips, Cecil wondered how he even got his mouth around the head of the monstrous dick. Cheryl seemed anxious for the sexual festivities to begin as she lay back on the exam table wearing only her lacy white bridal bustier, snowy white frilly garter belt, and glistening shiny white sheen stocking. She had her beleaguered husband assist her in freeing her abundant bosom from the confining bustier. Cecil could only gasp at his new wife's abundant fleshy white orbs and her very erect protruding nipples. Cecil could only look at them, not touch and fondle them as he should be doing. That was reserved at the moment for others. Many others in fact as he once again glimpsed the seemingly endless line of jutting and bobbing stiff black erections.

"Excellent! I see you have properly prepared your new bride for me to properly anoint her with my seed. I can see now you're going to be a good husband Cecil, a good husband indeed."

As the minister removed the robe he was wearing he asked someone to bring a short stool for Cecil. It looked like a three legged milking stool, as one would use for milking cows.

"There my son, sit right here where you can see all the activities first hand as your new bride gets anointed by me and coupled by the good men of Freeville." The ministered spoke in his heavy bass voice.

Cecil was further bewildered, as he looked at the stool and then up at the minister, who was at least a head, and then some, taller than he. The position of the low stool would place Cecil's head right at eye level with his new wife's pouting bushy cunt.

"Go on! Sit down my son. You'll have a front row seat as you watch your wife receives special salutes from the well wishers in the receiving line."

Cecil, helpless to do other than do as he was told, whimpered softly in despair and sat on the rather low stool.
"There, now that's a fitting place for our new groom. Now make yourself useful and get me ready for your new bride. Lick my staff. Get it hard and wet, so it pleasures her, and goes in easier too."

Cecil, even though he knew refusing the minister would result in another jolt to his groins, was caught off guard by yet another abject humiliating order. As a result, the new groom was slow to respond. He just looked at the towering black man and then to the huge black phallus before his face. Moments later, Cecil felt the excruciating, but brief electrical sensation to his genitals. He quickly grasped the black penis before him and proceeded to lick and mouth it slavishly.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw the man who held the remote and apparently had sent the signal that shocked Cecil into action. The new husband's tears continued to flow again as he deftly degraded himself before the group as he sucked lapped and licked at the large black hairy genitals before him.

"That's it. Do a good job darling. Get it wet enough so that it slips in me easily."

Cecil's tears seem to increase as he heard his new wife's words. Her tone was sincere but yet it obvious it was laden with eagerness to enjoy the tool which her new husband was suckling.

"That's good enough Cecil." The minister's words were welcomed as Cecil felt the big rigid coal black tool leave his glistening saliva coated lips.

Cecil wiped his mouth with his hands and had planned to look away at the next action he was sure the minister was going to make, that is the mounting of Cheryl. But Cecil wasn't to be as uninvolved as he thought.

"As the new husband, you have the honour of guiding my staff to her temple young man."

Cecil, again stunned by the level of depravity, could only look at the giant black man as if he was nuts. However, the new husband snapped back to reality as soon as he caught a glimpse of the best man about to reach for the remote that was hanging around his neck.

Cecil quickly grasped the minister's monstrous phallus and guided it to its wet juicy target. As he did so the wanton look of desire on his new wife's face was almost unbelievable to him. She was actually eager to receive the giant black cock.

"Yes! Yes! Darling, please push a real man's cock in me. Give me a real man's cock. That's it! Yesssssss!"

Her words left no doubt to Cecil as he barely removed his hand before it got caught between the minister and his wife's almost touching organs. Cecil was aghast that Cheryl could take so much of that enormous penis on the first plunge. Obviously, she'd been opened up fairly well in the last twenty-four hours.

The minister and his wife put on a splendid display of fucking. His new bride was a tiger, but the minister had a tiger tamer, so it was a good match as he pounded her eagerly receptive pussy.

To make matters worse for Cecil, his wife asked him to hold her hand as she experienced such passion and lust with another man. She griped it tightly as she moaned to the black minister how good he was fucking her.

Cecil appreciated the gesture of their handing holding and sharing the adversity they were both going through. However, he was also beside himself with horror as his new bride's cunt was stretched unbelievably and so obscenely too. To make matters worse, the juicy coupling of black and white genitals before and so close to his eyes and ears, made a sound that seem to rise above the low roar of the assembled mass of people in the room - mostly other men waiting their turn to do the same as what the minister was doing. Cecil squirmed at each squishy wet lapping sound emanating from the joined sexes of the two as well as each moaning sigh that arose from his obviously well pleased new wife.

After the minister busted his nuts twice, he climbed off Cheryl's sloppy slime covered cunt and declared loudly "The new bride has been properly anointed and is now open to others to salute her as she starts her journey into wifedom and motherhood!" The minister's word's boomed around the room to the cheers of the gathered group of horny men.
"You should be proud to have a wife with a pussy so good my son. Here, taste the residue of our coupling and delight in the joy that she's getting her pussy broke in right on her wedding night." The reverend said with a wicked smile as he held his wet dripping and much softer, limp fuck slime covered penis toward Cecil's face.

Cecil's tears rose up in his eyes again as he made no effort to pull his face away from the black tool that was coming toward him. This dick had also broken him in as a cocksucker. He knew it was useless to resist. He simply did as the minister wanted and was amazed at how easily he'd acclimated to the slimy taste of melded pussy juice and cock cum so easily in such a short time.

Cecil had some solace, since his bride continued to hold one of his hands as she gleefully gyrated to meet every thrust of the other men in the receiving line as they mercilessly plunged their large dicks into her when it was their turn. There was also a line formed at her face for those men who wanted head from her before fucking her, or instead of fucking her. She sucked eagerly and tirelessly on their giant ebony bones and swallowed every drop they spewed.

As the line moved, Cecil's mouth was also very gummy from milking the dribbling wet slime from every big black dick that slipped from his wife's pussy. He had simply run out of tears as he became a cock milking machine. He obliged each man without thinking as he was more afraid of a shock to his genitals from the man with the remote

Cecil's milking efforts were only interrupted so that he could sip some wedding punch to clear the coating of fuck slime that would build up on his tongue and gums as he suckled wet slimy black cocks as they were pulled from his wife's enlarged and reddish raw gaping twat. Additionally, he was directed to suck up the inevitable viscous gluey coating of fuck slime that would routinely build up in his bride's formerly virgin pussy.

Most of the syrupy slimy fuck juices dripped and oozed from Cheryl's twat into a plastic drip pan that was situated such that it could catch most of the sexual fluids that were by products of the gang bang. The viscous gluey contents of the drip pan - seminal and pussy juice fluids - rose steadily after each black cock was pulled out of his new bride with a swishy sucking sound. Cecil was truly amazed at the abundant outpourings of cock cream from each of the men that fucked his beautiful new bride.

However, due to the fervent coupling action between cock and cunt, the fuck slime became occasionally thick and frothy. Hence the need for Cecil's husbandly intervention to make his wife's fuck slot more enjoyable for the remaining men in the receiving line. Cecil was amazed at his stomach not turning at the vast quantity of warm fuck slime he consumed. To make matters worse for him mentally, he found that the taste wasn't as unpalatable as he'd envisioned.

Cecil was further amazed and simultaneously horrified at his new bride's stamina and moans and cries of orgasmic wantonness as she seem to orgasm whenever a fresh new cock was pushed in her very receptive hungry gash. She seemed tireless.

Cecil was never so glad for something to end as when the last man mounted his new bride and popped his load in her. Going from fear of his wife being ganged **** to wanting it to hurry and be over, Cecil was anxious for the last few men to hurry and fuck his new wife so they could end this phase of his total and abject degradation.

As he helped Cheryl up off her back after the last man in line was finished with her, she was a bit stiff and had a bit of a time getting the feel of her legs. However, he led her to the nearest powder room where, continuing to be the helpful, but coerced husband, dutifully helped her wash her abused reddened pussy and clean up in general. He was also amazed at her demeanour as if what they had gone through was a joyful event.

As the newly married couple were e****ted to the waiting car to carry them to their residence provided by the Town, Cecil glimpsed a lady removing the drip pan from the table where his wife had spent the last few hours fucking a good part of the male population of Freeville.

The pan was over half full of unctuous fuck slime.

Cecil, tired, beat, and vanquished, was glad to leave the place where he'd experienced more humiliation and degradation than he'd ever dreamed of in his life.

CHAPTER 12: THE MORNING AFTER
Cecil, woke first as he raised his head. He looked at his beautiful, but haggard, tired, and well fucked, actually, very well fucked, sl**ping bride.

Even though he didn't awake from the nightmare of what he'd gone through and yet to go, he was thankful that at least they were now man and wife. He thought back to what the minister said, and thought maybe "woman and husband" was indeed more accurate.

Finally his new bride was awake as Cecil returned back to the bedroom with two cups of hot coffee.

"Thanks my darling husband, you're so thoughtful." Cheryl said to him as he offered her the cup.

"I-I never told you this before Cheryl, but I did some reading on nymphomania and its side effects. I-I know when lust consumes you, y-you're going to be difficult to deal with, especially me b-because I-I'm, well , b-because I-I'm..."

"Not well hung and don't have much stamina?." His new wife interjected confidently, helping her husband get his point across.

"Y-yes that's right, I-It appears when you in the throes of need, I-I can expect to be treated harshly and ridiculed."

"That's just the way I felt last night. I actually felt good being used by the men after they deprived you of my cherry and filled me with their hot virile cum for over four hours and then for an hour the morning of the wedding. And then about 10 minutes before I came down the aisle, several of the men creamed in me one after the other so they could seal all their jism in me and then sealed it with a wedge of Feta cheese. Cecil Honey I was thrilled being part of the conspiracy. It was I who thought of the cheese. I knew it would hide the fuck scent. Darling, I wanted to humiliate you. I literally enjoyed rubbing your face in their hot fuck, letting you know that better men's cum was where you'd planned for years to put yours first. And darling, the fact that I might get pregnant through out all this by a man other than you was a real super turn on."

"Y-You really f-felt that way, b-because y-you h-had been aroused by them w-with their b-big things."

"Yes honey, by their big black dicks."

"Do...Do-Do y-you think y-you still really love me s-still?" He said stammering and nervously twitching.

"Yes! Very, very much darling. In fact I love you now more than before. You see honey, knowing you love me so and can't do what these guys do for me, makes me want to have you show your love for me in ways that will, well, shall we say, cause you to be uncomfortable, but which will help you to better understand how much you really love me."

"B-But Cheryl, j-just hearing you urge them on and to-to hear you saying things about me really hurts."

"I know sweetie. Haven't you heard the song about you always hurt the one you love? Well when I hurt you that way, I'm really showing my love. And when you give in and do whatever is required, you are responding in kind that you're demonstrating your love for me too. Cecil, you'll have to accept that when I'm filled with lust, you have to accept being ridiculed and humiliated by me and the men fucking me. I can't help it. That's the way it has to be."

"No-No o-other way? W-Will you permit me to l-leave if t-they said..."

"No! Darling, I won't permit you to leave me, even if they said okay. Dorothy Jenkins said her husband tried to wiggle out of staying with her, just as you're attempting to do. However, she wanted him to stay and he's settled nicely into his husbandly role. That is, as the good daddy of their three k**s. No darling, I want to share this experience with you. I want you as my husband. I need you to go through this with me. I want to help you prove to yourself that you can be a man about this, even if you're not man enough to take care of me in the bed. You have to accept your place as a willing cuckold. There is no other way."

"I-I see." Was all Cecil could say with a sad look on his face.

CHAPTER 13: A NEIGHBOR VISITS
Agnes Jones, a neighbour to the newlywed couple, came by three weeks later and brought over the top tier of their wedding cake, which she'd taken the liberty of freezing for them. She removed the frozen package from the ice chest cooler she'd brought it in.

"Thank so much Agnes. In all the excitement, I forgot all about this." Cheryl said as she held the frozen, clear plastic wrapped package.

"Hi Cheryl honey. Hi Agnes." Cecil said as he walked in from work.

"Oh hi darling. Look, Agnes was nice enough to retrieve and save the top of our wedding cake. She froze it for us. Tradition has it that we're supposed to thaw it out on our first anniversary and eat a piece for continued good luck in our marriage." Cheryl spoke gleefully to her husband.

"Okay. Yes, I've heard something about that." He replied stoically.

"I'm going to leave you two lovebirds, since I have some more errands to run. Also I have something special for you too Cecil." Agnes said as she retrieved another package from her cooler.

"The mayor makes sure all our new husbands have these. They are left over from your reception. We make them up for all of our new white husbands."

Before Agnes left she explained how she'd put some food colouring into the moulded frozen concoction. Cecil sat shocked as he realized what had become of the plastic pan of fuck slime drippings. His wife put the batch of frozen Popsicle's in the freezer along with the frozen wedding cake. She counted them carefully.

"Darling, there are 18 of them. I like the pretty red colouring she added to them. I was just thinking, since it's summer, when the guys come over to see me, I think it'd be cute for you to be eating one each time they came over."

"W-What! C-Cheryl. I-I still c-can't believe this. It-It's so perverse a-and degrading to t-think this is-is actually happening to me."

"Now honey, we are in this together. I want you to promise you won't destroy them. I'll be keeping a record of everyone. And Cecil?"

"Yes?"

"You must eat each one completely. Understood? Or I might have to report you if you don't, worse, I might use my remote to give your cute little balls a jingle. I hate to be this way, but because I love you and want to do what is right for us under the circumstances, it's necessary that you get with the program here since it's expected of you." His new bride said as she wrapped her arms around his neck as he sat at the kitchen table, looking more chagrin than ever.

"I-I understand Cheryl." He replied in a browbeat tone.

That night after dinner, his wife presented her husband with one of the red Popsicle's when her lover for the evening came over and the three were sitting on the screen porch.

As was the routine, soon his bride and a different black man would disappear into their bedroom and leave him on the porch. But tonight there was a new element of humiliation. The humbled subjugated husband had to suck on and eat a frozen Popsicle made up from the fuck drippings when the townsmen had his wife at their wedding.

Cecil, red as the Popsicle in the face, realized his wife had her remote which she fingered as Cecil accepted the frozen treat from her. She wore a very smug wicked smile. Cecil suspected if he didn't eat the chilled "spermy delight" he would be soon experiencing hot balls. He did as was expected and began consuming the frozen, melded cum and pussy fuck slop on a stick.

As is the custom for eating a Popsicle, he first licked it, then slowly sucked it. He didn't expect the taste to bother him as much as the very act of what he was doing and where he was doing it. That is since he had to taste the same mixed fuck concoction, hot from his wife's cunt after each time she got fucked by the townsmen. The coolness of the Popsicle was in a way refreshing, but there was an aftertaste for sure. An aftertaste he knew well and which he had in his mouth, as he watched his wife and her black lover go into the house, arm in arm, toward the bedroom. Cecil, flustered by the overt humiliation, he'd just had to endure, heard them chucking at what he'd just performed before them.

Cecil, was hurt that his wife was also giggling, even though he knew she was in the throes of her hereditary nymph affliction and couldn't be blamed. He was however blameful of the town and it's folks for what he was enduring. Yet he knew he could do nothing. He sat there on the porch with the aftertaste of fuck juices in his mouth as he pondered his fate and heard the faint moans of the obvious pleasure his wife was receiving from the black dick that was invading her soft wet white cuntal flesh.

Cecil also pondered why he again had an erection as he continued to hear the sensuous sounds from their master bedroom.

CHAPTER 14: A YEAR LATER: A VISIT BY CECIL'S MOTHER
"Son, what you've told me is all very interesting. But you can't let it get you down. Even if my new granddaughter isn't yours and is wearing quite a tan, the baby does have Cheryl's eyes and mouth."

Cecil, still watery eyed had confessed everything to his mother. He told her every detail, including how he was abused and restricted to using rubbers before his wife got pregnant. He sadly told her how even his wife made sure he put them on until she was confirmed pregnant.

"It-It looks like I-I won't be putting it in her without rubbers for quite a while, while she's not pregnant. That is, until she's delivered twelve babies."

To his surprise, his mother didn't seem upset at anything her son had told her. She seemed almost relieved. He questioned his mother about her reaction.

"Actually son, I'm very glad that you'll have someone to help you with her needs. It's unfortunate you've had to go through what they put you through, but all in all, it's probably what you and she needed for stability and happiness in your marriage. You two will be happy enough. She`s got enough men to take care of what your tongue and little prick can't do, yet she'll have your love and faithfulness too. I’d say that's a pretty good arrangement from your perspective and hers. After all, if she wasn't in this town and being a respected slut with dignity, can you imagine how you'd be suffering emotionally back home and how she'd be looked upon?"

Even though he was silent in response to her question, Cecil knew his mom was correct. He thought about the experiences of Cheryl's s****rs back home, and how they were looked down upon.

"Your silence tells me you see my point. Now son, in view of the positive outcome and goodness of what has happened to you two here in Freeville, what else do you seriously have to complain about, that is, other than being cuckolded, having to wear your shock jockstrap, sucking countless loads of black dick cream from Cheryl's well fucked cunt, and having had every black man in town put his dick in your mouth?"

Cecil was stunned at his mother's easy acceptance and expression that the subjugation in which he was entrapped, was beneficial for him and his marriage, and that his alleged abuse wasn't really serious. She let it be known that not only would she not help him get out of what she termed a delightful town and situation, but would do what she could to ensure that he stayed and continued to be a good citizen, in her words, "this darling town".

"And besides Cecil, look at the bright side. I'll have that big batch of grandk**s I've always wanted."

Cecil could only look at his mother and stare.

EPILOGUE
Seven years later Cecil is the legal father of five richly tanned c***dren that are the offspring of his wife's couplings with four of Freeville's well hung black male citizenry. As his mother said he would be, he accepted and became attached to the five k**s and them all calling him "Daddy".

His mother is thrilled at her grandk**s and visits often to ensure that her cuckolded son is a good daddy to his and Cheryl's c***dren, all sired by the good black men of Freeville.

Cecil was also surprised that the Mayor was willing to count the fraternal twins Cheryl delivered as two counts towards the couple satisfying their commitment of a dozen new citizens for the town.

His wife let him know that getting knocked up by the real father of the twins was the best fuck of all the super fucks she was frequently getting. She was looking to get knocked up by him again.

Cecil also knew that more than likely he'd never be the father of any of their k**s. He knew it was almost a sure bet that his wife was a black man's woman from now on, and that she would ever again look upon him as a real man. He also knew he was anything but free and probably never would be.

He knew he was a prisoner physically, mentally, and emotionally to his wife, the c***dren, the town folks, and to the ever present electronic jockstraps he has to ear.

Cecil knew that like him, the other trapped white husbands in Freeville still loved their wives, and had gotten attached to "their c***dren". Government sponsored cuckoldry had indeed become a way of life for them.

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Wedding Gift

Doug and I had been best friends since the first day at school. Who knows why you choose your first friend? It could be that your mothers push you together. It could be because you turned up at the school gates at the same time. Or it could be because on the first day you sat down next to each other. All I know is that Doug and I were friends from the first day to, well right up to today. Through the first few years we were always in the same classes. We spent holidays at each other’s houses and our parents got to know each other pretty well too.

And then we hit senior school.

As puberty hit Doug became a bit of an athlete. He was captain of the football and rugby teams, he ran for the county and he was in the swim team. As you’ll imagine, he was a bit of a hit with the girls. He always had a choice of which girl to take to the disco and he seemed to choose a different girl each time.

Me on the other hand, well, puberty didn’t do me any favours. Puberty came late so I was on the small side. I liked playing sports but being so small compared with the other boys, I never got picked for any of the school teams. What I lacked in physical ability I made up for by being bright. I wasn’t a natural when it came to talking to girls, but with Doug around, he always made sure that I had a date for the discos.

As a typical adolescent I would get very horny when I got home from the disco and would play with myself. Seeing all those young, pretty girls dancing always got me really horny. But what really turned me on was watching Doug slow dancing with his latest girlfriend. It had started with me wishing I could be more like him and then the cool girls would be dancing with me. They would be resting their pretty heads on my broad chest. It would be their budding breasts and erect nipples held tightly to me athletic body.
Then one day I realised that it wasn’t Doug I was really jealous of. It was the girls.

I wanted to be held in his strong arms. I wanted to feel him cupping my buttocks through my thin dress. I wanted to feel his erection pushing in to my belly. I wanted to be looking deep in to his eyes as he kissed me passionately.

It was about this time that I started exploring my sexuality. When I was only ten, Suzy my elder s****r wanted to practise her make-up skills and Jane, our other s****r wouldn’t let her. I always got on well with Suzy and was more than happy for her to paint my lips red, to put blusher on my cheeks and apply mascara to my long lashes. I didn’t know what was happening at the time, but looking back at it now, I realise that I was having my first erections. Mum put a stop to these make-up sessions when I started senior school, but I still got on well with my s****r.

The big film that summer had been Grease and the girls were all trying to be Olivia Newton John. They were all going for the look in the last scene in which she’s wearing those shiny black jeans. Doug’s date for the night, I think her name was Sarah, was wearing a pair of these jeans. They looked okay on her, but she had large thighs and they weren’t exactly flattering on her. As I was watching her dancing with Doug I could tell that he was getting turned on. He was holding her tight and his strong hands were squeezing her butt cheeks as he was grinding his groin in to hers. They were kissing passionately and I can’t deny that it wasn’t a little arousing. I was so jealous of Sarah. There she was in the sexiest of clothes and she had the best looking boy in the school playing with her body.

When I got home that Friday night I came like I never had before. I closed my eyes and pretended that Doug was stroking my ass in those tight black shiny jeans. It was me he was kissing. It was my hand that went down between us and stroked him through his trousers. I went to sl**p that night imagining how it had felt for Sarah having Doug man handle her.

The next day I was going to have the house to myself and I knew how I was going to spend it. Suzy had persuaded Mum that she should have a pair of those jeans and I was going to try them on. I went to her room, found the jeans and sat down to put them on. I slid them up my legs, over my ass and did the button up. My erection was making an obscene bulge at the front of the jeans – not very lady like! But I didn’t care. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself. Without bragging, they looked fantastic on me – so much better than Sarah’s had and even better than they looked on Suzy! I stood on my tiptoes and twirled around. They felt so good on my bum and I just kept stroking my legs and ass, wishing it was Doug’s hands exploring my body.

Despite being only thirteen, I already liked to tease my own body so I didn’t take my erection out and cum. I knew I had all day to myself so I would enjoy myself with Suzy’s clothes. I pulled out a black training bra and padded it out with a pair of stockings (yes, both Suzy and Jane took after our Mum and preferred stockings). I found a black cropped t-shirt and pulled that over my head. Finally I sat at her dressing table and put on a little make-up like she had done many times on me. It took a couple of attempts but I finally didn’t look too bad. Some times it wasn’t all bad that puberty was still a way off! The only thing missing was a pair of heels. Mum wouldn’t let Suzy have high hells but she had a pair with a two inch heel which was plenty for my first time in Suzy’s clothes.

I walked down the stairs and started on my chores feeling like the sexiest girl in the world. I had the radio on quite loud as I was dancing around the kitchen, enjoying myself more than I thought possible. I was singing away at the kitchen sink and then I froze.

Staring at me through the window was Doug.

I don’t know who was more shocked. Doug’s face was a picture. He stood there open mouthed staring at me. I just screamed and turned and ran up the stairs as quickly as I could in those damned heels. I got to my room and slammed it behind me and dived on to my bed and just laid there and cried. My best friend had just seen me dressed like a girl. What would he think. I knew that he’d never want to talk to me again. I wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye. My day had gone from being the best day in my life to the worst in seconds. I cried and cried and cried.

I must have fallen asl**p on my bed. The next thing I remember was the bed creaking as someone sat down beside me. As I laid face down on the bed not daring to look who it was, a hand started stroking my ass. I laid there pretending I was asl**p. That hand was now sliding around my bum, stroking the top of my thighs, kneading me erotically. I couldn’t deny it. I was getting turned on and spread my legs a little so that Doug could reach between them. Yes, I knew it must have been Doug. He later told me that he ran back home in shock but when he got home he realised he had to come and make sure I was okay. When he saw me laying there in such sexy clothes he couldn’t help but start to play with me.

“I know you’re awake. And I know you’re enjoying it. I’m enjoying it too. You look so sexy in those girl’s clothes, you’ve got me horny. Here, look at how hard you’ve got me.”

I turned around and Doug was standing there with his hardening cock in his hand. I looked from his face, down to his cock and back up again. He smiled down at me as I lay prone on my bed.

“That’s right. You did this to me. You made me this big and hard. Here, feel what you’ve done to me.”

I reached forward and touched it. His cock was so much bigger than mine. Doug began to stroke himself slowly as I reached for his testicles. I had never seen hairy balls let alone held them. I had barely any hairs on my body yet and seeing him standing there almost fully grown was in stack contrast to me. Here I was in my s****r’s make-up, wearing her clothes stroking my best friend’s cock.

“Oh that feels good. Do you want to stroke it for me?”

I couldn’t speak so I just nodded and reached my hand around his cock. I slowly stroked it up and down, looking up in to his face as he stood there letting me play with him. He started to moan as I picked up the pace a little. Whilst stroking him with one hand I played with his balls. His cock was getting longer as I stroked him. I was watching in fascination. I hadn’t seen a cock from this angle before and I was almost hypnotised.

Before I knew what I was doing I was leaning forward and licking the drops of pre-cum off his cock head. It tasted sweeter than I thought it would. I carried on stroking him and then opened my mouth a little to let the tip probe between my scarlet coloured lips. As his cock entered my mouth I started sucking a little to taste as much of his cum as I could get.

“Oh fuck that feels good. How do you know how to do that. Fuck I can’t stop.”

Doug had grabbed my head and was now pushing his cock deeper. I looked up in fear but Doug had his eyes shut. I tried to open my mouth as wide as I could as he pushed in further.

And then I felt him cum.

The first spurt went straight down my throat, deep in to my belly, as did the second and third. Doug then started to withdraw and the next spurt landed on my tongue. He then withdrew completely and a further three spurts landed on my face. I grabbed his cock and pulled it back to my mouth so I could suck it clean. I had been desperate for many months to be with Doug and I wanted to make the most of this opportunity. I cleaned his cock whilst looking in to his eyes with what I thought was love but was really lust.

“Jesus! That was amazing. I’ve never cum that much. I can’t believe what you just did for me.”
I leant back and licked my lips clean of his cum. I could feel his cum dribbling off my face. I must have looked terrible. I’m sure my make-up must have run all over the place. First day in make-up and I’d become a sperm whore!

“When I was stroking Sarah’s ass last night I thought she had the best ass ever. But when I saw you running through the kitchen earlier, I knew I was wrong. Can you show me your ass in those jeans?”

I grinned and stood up. As I’d spent most of the day in Suzy’s shoes, I was confident I could put on a bit of a show for my man. I strode across the room, rolling my cheeks as I went. I walked the length of my bedroom in short steps like I’d seen the models in the cat walk do. When I got to the door I looked over my shoulder and pouted at Doug. I opened the door and strode towards Suzy’s room and beckoned for Doug to follow.

I knew that I had to take advantage of Doug whilst I could so I jumped on to Suzy’s bed, got on all fours. I looked over my shoulder and saw Doug enter the room. His cock was hard again and poking towards his belly button. As he stood at the doorway he was stroking himself, staring at his little friend. His little friend who was offering his ass. His little friend who wanted to be fucked.

“You know we shouldn’t don’t you? I want to fuck you. I want to plunge my cock right up your virgin ass hole. I want to pump my spunk deep in you and make you my girl. I want to feel your ass milking my cock … but we shouldn’t …”

As seductively as I could I pulled those jeans down over my little bum showing Doug that I wanted him in me. That was all it took.

“You’re terrible … but I can’t resist you. I need to feel what it feels like to have my cock in your ass. You know I’ve never fucked a girl don’t you? You’ll be my first fuck … and you’re not even a girl!”

I was shocked. I thought Doug was a bit of a lady’s man. He’d been out with all of those girls and he hadn’t gone all the way yet. We were going to lose our virginities at the same time.

And then he walked slowly towards me. He guided his cock towards my rosebud. I could feel his cock head at my entrance. I looked over my shoulder and smiled encouragement. I could tell he was worried he would hurt me so I reached back and pulled my bum cheeks apart. His helmet popped past my sphincter and I pushed back to meet Doug’s forward thrust.

Now that he was in me he grabbed me around my waist and pulled me towards him. His hands around my waist felt so strong and firm. I went a little limp as I realised that I was finally being fucked by my best friend. His erection was sliding in to me as I let him pull me back towards him. It felt so good being used like a girl. I looked down between my thighs and past Suzy’s bra I could see Doug pumping in to me.

More than anything I wanted to feel Doug’s cum in me.

As he’d already cum in my mouth and over my face Doug wasn’t ready to cum yet. He was pounding my ass like the athlete he was. With every thrust forward I was pushing back as he was going deeper and deeper. I wanted to see his face as he fucked me so I rolled over on to my back. Doug grabbed my legs and pushed them against my flat chest. Holding my ankles wide apart so he could see my cum stained face, he kept thrusting in to me.

Looking deep in to his eyes and judging by the speed he was going, I knew that Doug was about to cum. His hairy balls were slapping against my ass.

And then it happened.

Doug started to fill me up with his semen. He grunted and moaned as he made me his girl. He kept pummelling my ass as his balls emptied their seed in to me. I’ve never been happier than when I looked up at him and saw the pleasure on his face as he filled me up.

Finally he stopped pumping in to me and let go of my ankles. I felt his cock soften and pop out of my ass. His cum was dribbling out of me on to Suzy’s bed. I dropped my legs and laid back with a satisfied smile on my cum soaked face and shut my eyes.

I must have fallen asl**p as when I opened my eyes it was dark. I was disorientated when I realised I was in Suzy’s room. Had I dreamed it? Had I really sucked my best friend’s cock? Had Doug really taken my virginity? Had I been Doug’s first fuck?

Reaching between my thighs and feeling the wet patch on Suzy’s bed, I knew the answer to these questions.

I didn’t know what was going to happen at school on Monday. I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared. When I saw Doug he looked quizzically at me and smiled.

A smile was good.

Things had changed between us. We never had a repeat performance at school. Doug carried on dating the attractive girls at school. Puberty eventually came my way but I remained a small, thin frame. So at 16 Doug left school to become a trainer at an outdoor centre. I stayed at school, went to university and became an engineer.

And we drifted apart …

That was until about ten years later …

I had spent a few years at various engineering companies but had been made redundant. Things were so bad that I’d moved back home with my parents. I was very low. It came up in conversation at dinner that Doug was going to be back in town to visit his parents. Why don’t I go out for a drink with him?

Having not seen much of him since school I was a bit reluctant. My parents had told me that he’d done really well at the outdoor centre. It seemed that he had a real talent for it and was a natural at business. He’d left the outdoor centre and set up his own company which was doing quite well. I was embarrassed that he was doing so well and I was going nowhere. I decided I would be too ashamed to contact him so forget about it. But a couple of days later he paid a visit and insisted in taking me out for a night out.

I couldn’t believe how good he looked after all these years. He still had the athletic look about him but he’d added a smoothness to go with it. I could imagine that he still had his choice of
women and I knew that he’d be able to show them a good time.
So we went out for a meal and it was just like old times. Everything felt so natural and by the end of the meal it was like we’d never spent any time apart. Doug was telling me about how well his business was doing and told me that if I ever wanted a job, it was mine.

Well, I’m a proud man, but not a stupid man. I took him up on the offer just until I good myself back on my feet. And so I started working for Doug. I started as the office junior – setting up meetings with customers and suppliers, planning his daily schedule, looking after his diary, but was soon his right hand man and was talking to customers when Doug wasn’t around. Eventually Doug made me a partner. Of course if we hadn’t been old school friends, I’m sure he wouldn’t have done this.

Life was good. My confidence had returned. I had a couple of semi-serious girlfriends but nothing too serious. Despite being one hundred percent heterosexual to the outside world, I still enjoyed dressing up in sexy underwear and exploring my bisexual tendencies. I’d even given myself a new feminine name – Anna. None of the women I dated were important enough to me to share my other side with. So I was resigned to the fact that I’d stay single and keep Anna in the closet.

In the mean time, Doug was living the life. As I was taking on more of the workload, he was becoming a bit of a playboy. He had a string of stunning women which he dated. Everyone one of them was classy, well connected and the sort of woman you’ve be proud to take home to the parents. I still found myself attracted to Doug, but realised that our one time together when we were younger would remain that – a one off.

As part of his new lifestyle, Doug had the money to spend on property. He had a lovely house in our home town but had bought a flat in Brighton for when he needed to visit town. As we were now business partners and good friends again, I had a key for the Brighton flat and used it when I knew he was away. I loved the flat as it had stunning views of Brighton yet had privacy.

Whenever I used the flat, Anna’s wardrobe would come with me. I would spend the weekend dressed from underwear through to my favourite dresses. I’d be shaved from my eyebrows down, paint my finger and toe nails scarlet red, be in full make-up the whole weekend and take a selection of wigs. Absolute heaven!

I always made sure that Doug wouldn’t be coming to town and that I’d leave no trace of what I got up to. Even if I had left something behind I’m sure that Doug would assume that I’d got lucky and had taken a lady back to the flat.

I loved those weekends as Anna.

Until one summer weekend. I had spent the day in a new white bikini on the balcony working on my tan lines. I had got out of the bath having had a nice glass of white wine whilst having a long soak and stepped in to a short silk nightie ready for a night curled up with the rest of the wine and a good book. With the music playing quietly I heard a key in the lock. There was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide as the door swung open and Doug walked in.

“That is you isn’t it? I suspected that you were using the flat as a love nest. Whenever I use the flat it smells of perfume and I found a pair of lace knickers under the bed. You’ve improved a lot since we were at school together. I still remember that time we made love together. You made me the man you see before you.”

I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t deny anything could I? But he had called it making love. He could have said “When I fucked you.” but he thought we were making love. Even now my heart flutters a little knowing he looks back at it with fond memories. The fact we’d never spoken about it since had made me think he regretted it.
“So what do I call you now?”

“Anna. Please call me Anna.”

“Well Anna, I’m sorry to have interrupted your weekend. I’ll find myself a hotel for the night and we can talk about this at work next week.”

And with that he walked out.

I didn’t know what to expect when we got back to work. I walked in to his office and sitting opposite him was a lady. She had long blonde hair, breasts which her top was struggling to keep decent, a miniskirt which would barely cover her backside and a pair of platform stilettoes which wouldn’t look out of place on one of the girls at a pole dancing club.

“This is Nikki. She’s my fiancée.”

I didn’t know what to say. I had assumed that she was a new client. But she was going to be Doug’s wife. She was so different from the women he normally dated and he was going to marry her.

“I know what you’re thinking,”, I was glad he did as my mind was rushing all over the place, “How come you’ve never mentioned her before? Well, when I left the flat on Saturday I walked around a long time thinking about what we were going to do and I found myself in a bar I’ve not been to before. As I bought myself a drink, Nikki was standing beside me and I offered her one too. Well, we spent the night talking and had a so much in common. One thing lead to another and I realised that Nikki is the perfect woman for me. She has everything that I’ve been looking for in a woman since I was a little boy.”

“Well Nikki, it’s lovely to meet you. I’m sure we’ll be spending a lot of time getting to know each other.”

“So glad to meet you too. Doug has told me all about you. I just know we’re going to be such good friends and be very close.”

With that Nikki gets out of the chair, walks over to me and gives me a big hug. I feel her huge breasts squeezing in to my chest and I look over her shoulder at a grinning Doug as she pecks me on the cheek. As she walks out of the room I turn around and see Nikki adjusting her short skirt so that it just covers her stocking tops.

“What do you think of my wife to be?”

“She’s quite some girl. Don’t you think you’re rushing in to this?”

“Definitely not. I’ve always gone on my instincts. You should know that! As soon as I laid my eyes on her I knew that I wanted her to be the woman I spend the rest of my life with.”

“So when’s the big day?”

“As soon as we can arrange it. Of course, you’ll be the best man won’t you?”

“Doug, it’d be an honour.”

Nothing was mentioned about that night in the flat. Anna had stopped visiting Brighton. She remained in the closet in my house, desperate for the next chance to surface.

At least nothing was mentioned until the stag do. We were in a club in Amsterdam with the whole group. Doug had stepped outside for a bit of fresh air and I’d gone to keep him company.

“I don’t know how to start this conversation. I have a big favour to ask you.”

“Go on. You know I’d do anything for you. You saved me when I was at my lowest.”

“Well, it’s my b*****r Nev. He’s desperate to be my best man. I know it’s short notice, but you wouldn’t mind would you?”

Inside my heart was broken. I wanted to play a key part in the most important day of his life.
“Of course not Doug. It should be Nev. I was always surprised you asked me in the first place. It would have been an honour.”

“Perhaps I can ask you a further favour. This one’s even bigger. You’ve been my best friend for ever. You were my first lover and I want you to be there on the day. Having met Anna, would she like to come to the wedding and be the maid of honour? Nikki lost contact with her f****y and she has no one who means as much to her as you mean to me. As Anna you’ll be part of our big day and I know she’ll make a big impression on our guests.”

I was stunned. I didn’t know what to say.

“Umm … Sure … Why not?” What had I agreed to? “But how will we explain me not coming to the wedding?”

“I thought about that. We’ll say that you were so upset about not being the best man that you refused to have anything to do with the wedding and you’re going to take a break from the office whilst you consider your future.”

“Okay Doug, let’s do it.”

I lent forward to give Doug a hug and was shocked when Doug instead gave me a long kiss. As his tongue probed inside my mouth he grabbed my but and pulled me towards him. Much like all those years ago, I could feel his erection crushed against me. I reached down to grope his cock and could feel it pulsing through his trousers. As I looked over his shoulder I could see Nev walking towards us and I pushed Doug away and shouted at him,

“Fine! If you prefer Nev to be the best man, you can shove it.”

Doug looked at me and realised what was going on and winked at me before Nev got to him.

“Don’t over react. Please come to the wedding.”

So I turned on my heel and left them there.

When I got back to the UK I realised I’d have to spend the next few weeks being Anna full time. I would hate to embarrass Doug on his big day. It would be terrible if people worked out that the girl next to the blushing bride was a man underneath her dress. I don’t know who Doug told Nikki I was. When I got home I packed up Anna’s things and moved in to the flat in Brighton. When I got there, there was a message from Nikki telling me we needed to go dress shopping for my maid of honour’s dress. So the next day that’s exactly what we did. This would be my first day outside fully dressed as Anna and I’d be going shopping for a maid of honour dress. I’d be in a changing room with a sexy woman trying on many dresses whilst trying to hide my secret.

What should I wear for this shopping trip? I could wear a knee length skirt and go for a classy look. I could go for designer skinny jeans as they’d hide my secret but might be difficult to get on and off a few times without anything popping out. In the end I settled on a pair of black leggings with a flowing skirt over the top and some control panties underneath to keep things hidden and a cropped top.

When Nikki turned up she looked amazing. So different from the first time I met here. She was wearing a lovely skirt suit that showed off her best features – her legs and her boobs. I was glad I’d put the control panties on as my cock was straining for release. Doug was going to be a very lucky man to be taking this lady as his wife. Nikki came up and gave me another big hug. I loved the feeling of her breasts against my flat chest. I wished I had breasts like these, but it would like strange underneath my work suit.

“Lovely to meet you Anna. Doug has told me that you’re his cousin. So nice to finally meet you.”
I was pleased that Doug had come up with a story.

“It’s a honour to help you out. Doug and I were very close as c***dren and I’d do anything to make him happy on his wedding day.”

And so we hit the shops.

Nikki had Doug’s credit card to buy the whole outfit. We tried a few shops and the dresses were going on and coming off in quick succession but we couldn’t find anything that fitted well and we both liked. Fortunately all of the changing rooms were so small there was only space for me so I had no problem hiding my true sex from Nikki. Finally we went to a designer shop which had an open changing room. I didn’t know how I was going to hide the truth from Nikki. Nikki had selected a tight fitting dress with a skirt stopping a couple of inches above the knee. I turned my back to Nikki and took off my top and stepped in to the dress. As Nikki pulled the zip up she said to remove the leggings.

“You’ll have to take those off as we want to see how you’ll look on the day. You take them off whilst I go and find some heels to show off your lovely legs.”

While I had the changing room to myself I pulled the leggings off and stood there checking myself out in the mirror. The dress did look wonderful. It showed off my slim figure and squeezed a little bit of cleavage out of my flat chest. I loved the colour, the material and the cut. Looking at myself in the mirror I knew I’d make a pass at the woman I was looking at if I met her at a wedding.

When she came back in Nikki had taken her jacket off and had a pair of heels in her hand. As she knelt in front of me to help me with the shoes I couldn’t help but look down her bountiful cleavage. I had to lean on her shoulder as I stepped in to the shoes. As Nikki looked up she smiled at me.

“Wow. Don’t you look fantastic? You’re going to have the men falling at your feet if you wear this. If you play your cards right, the women will be giving you their numbers too.”

I was so horny now.

“Of course, we’ll have to do something about this.” And she slide her hand towards my groin. “We can’t have a bulge like this showing up can we?”

Nikki slid the skirt of the dress up my thighs until my panties came in to view. Looking up at me she moved the panties aside and out popped my erection. Without breaking eye contact Nikki took my whole length straight down her throat in one swift movement.

“Oh Nikki, we can’t do it here. What if someone comes in and finds us?”

She didn’t seem to care. I looked at the mirror and saw a cute, skinny girl with a cock poking out from underneath her skirt being sucked off by a gorgeous girl on her knees with the biggest breasts I’d been luck enough to see. Nikki’s head bobbed up and down on me leaving her lipstick all over my girly cock. Having spent the day as Anna and trying on some of the sexiest clothes I’d ever worn, I knew I wouldn’t last long.

“Nikki, I’m close. Oh Nikki … Please don’t.”

Nikki had reached around and was pushing a finger in to my ass. I couldn’t hold back any more and I shot my spunk straight down her throat.

“There. That’s better,” she said as she popped my cock back inside my panties and pulled the skirt back down, “No bulge now.”

Nikki looked up at me as if she picked a bit of fluff off my skirt but she’d just given me the best blow job I’d ever had.

We bought that dress and the shoes. Before we left the shop Nikki had me try on some new underwear.

“We can’t have you turning up in those horrid control panties. My maid of honour needs to be wearing something as sexy as she is. You never know who might get to see them.”

Before returning home Nikki insisted we both had matching manicures and pedicures. We also paid for me to have hair extensions. My hair was now as long as her hair but I was a red head to her blonde.

“You know that Doug will want his two favourite girls looking their best. He says he thinks of you as his little s*s, which will make us s****r-in-laws.”

After we’d finished our shopping we found a quiet restaurant for a well deserved meal.

“Nikki, I have to ask. You didn’t seem very surprised when you spotted my bulge. Did you know that I wasn’t all woman?”

“Do you really think that Doug and I have any secrets from each other? He told me everything about you. He told me about the time you made love when you were at school together. He told me how close it made him feel to you. I know that he’s missed that closeness.”

“Did he really. We never spoke about it at the time so I assumed he regretted it. I wish I’d known all of theses years.”

“Don’t worry Anna. The important thing is that you know now and he’s accepted who you are. Between you and me, I admire you. You’re so naturally beautiful. Spending all day with you has made me horny all day. When I got home tonight I’m going to need a good fucking and Doug is just the man for that … as you know. Here, I’ve been dripping wet all day.”

Nikki reach under the table and slide her hand beneath her skirt. When she brought it up I could see her fingers glistening. She put her fingers in front of me and I sucked them clean as if she’d offered me some cream off her cake. She smiled as I and wrapped my tongue around each finger and sucked them clean.

“Oh I bet Doug loved it when you did that to his cock. So Anna, have you bought us a present yet?”

“Not yet. I didn’t know what you’d like.”

“Oh, that’s easy. We want you Anna. Will you share our bridal bed? I know that Doug wants to have your lips around his manhood again. He wants to feel his shaft pounding in to your womanly ass. He wants to see you make love to his new wife and I know that I want to feel you inside me. To have you pumping with your girly cum. Would you like that Anna?”

“Of course I would. I’ve only made love while dressed that one time with Doug. For him to be there the second time and have you there with us. Do you really want me there on your wedding night? Your wedding night is meant to be special – the first night with the partner you’ll spend the rest of your life with.”

“That’s why we both want you there tomorrow night, Anna. We both want you in our lives. Do you want that to?”

“I do Nikki. I do.”

The next day was a blur.

I remember seeing Nikki walking out of her bedroom in a princess wedding dress. The low cut line showed off her breasts wonderfully. The tight body revealed what great shape this lady was in and her make-up and hair was to die for. Every time I looked at her and thought that tonight I would get to mount this woman. I would be sliding my girly cock in to her pussy whilst Doug’s cum would be dribbling out of my ass and down on to my sheer stockings. I couldn’t wait to see what Nikki had hidden under her dress. I hoped she’d be wearing a lacy white basque, sheer white stockings and white panties soaked through with her sweet cum.

I remember walking down the aisle watching her lovely ass swaying inside that dress. I was hoping that my dress was having a similar effect to the wedding guests as they watched me following Nikki.
I remember crying my eyes out when my best friend married the gorgeous girl I was hoping to know better and better. I had to play a quick visit to the ladies to sort out my make-up.

I remember sitting next to Nev at the wedding reception. He couldn’t keep his eyes off me. And when we shared a dance he couldn’t keep his hands off me either. It was strange. All those years ago I had wanted to be the one dancing with Doug at the school disco now here I was dressed up in a tight fitting dress, dancing with his little b*****r. Of course I did finally get that dance with Doug. He held me tight as we had a sexy slow dance.

“Nikki told me you’d agreed to be our present tonight,” he whispered in my ear, “You don’t realise how many years I’ve waited for this night.”

As he grabbed my ass and pulled me closer, I couldn’t resist squeezing my hand down between us and grabbing his cock.

“Tonight, my love, this is going to be fucking me. Your cock is going to be balls deep in my ass as I give myself to you. You’re going to make me moan like the lady you want me to be. And do you know what? After that I’m going to make love to Nikki. I’m going to fill her pussy up with my cum. I’m going to get her pussy nice and wet before you slide this big cock in my hand now deep inside her. My cum and you cum will be mixed inside her pussy and then we’ll both get on our knees and lick her pussy dry. See you later my big lover.”

And with that I left him on the dance floor with a big bulge in his trousers. Luckily for Doug, the dance floor was dark enough for no one to notice.

Like all weddings, the guests started to drift away as midnight approached. Nikki and I went to the ladies to fix our make-up. Watching her apply her lipstick, I couldn’t resist giving her a kiss. It all got a bit out of hand and by the time we’d finished the kiss, we both had to reapply her lipstick.

By the time the last of the guests departed, all three of us were ready for our night of passion. We left Doug at the bar sorting out some champagne whilst we went to the bridal suite to prepare ourselves for our man.

As I opened the door Nikki grabbed my hand and dragged me on to the four poster bed. We had our hands all over each other when Doug entered the room.

“Heh, don’t start without me. I want to see you two stripping each other off.”

I turned around and let Nikki pull the zip down. I stepped out of my dress and was left standing in my new matching bra and panties. My four inch heels showing off my sheer stockings, which were being held up by the matching garter belt, to perfection. I could feel Doug come up behind me and start nibbling on my neck as Nikki pulled my knickers to the floor. As her lips engulfed my erection I felt Doug’s cock sliding between my ass cheeks. I could feel his naked flesh against my back. He must have got out of his suit in record time.

So here I was. My best friend’s cock ready to invade my ass for the second time and his new wife sucking my erection whilst I was standing in a bridal suite dressed in stockings and the most expensive underwear I’d ever seen. I was one happy girl and ready to feel Doug’s cock inside me. I knew it was going to hurt when he entered me, but it would be worth it.

Looking down at Nikki with her lips brushing against my balls, I couldn’t believe how she took all of my cock down her throat. I wondered of she could take all of Doug’s cock down her throat and knew that by the end of the night I’d find out.

“Are you ready for me Anna? Do you want to be part of my f****y? Can I enter you now my baby?”

“Oh yes Doug. Make love to me. I want to feel you pumping in to my ass whilst Nikki sucks me. Now please Doug.”

And he did. He slide his cock in to me gently and tenderly. Inch by inch he stretched my hole. I panted quietly as I felt full again. This took me back to that day many years ago in Suzy’s bedroom when he last took me as his woman. This time we were older. We were wiser. We were also sharing the bed with his new wife.

I didn’t want to cum down Nikki’s throat again. I wanted my fill her pussy with my girly cum so I asked her to stop sucking me as I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Here Nikki, turn around and lets get that dress off you.”

I pulled the zip down and helped Nikki out of the dress. With her back to me I could see the basque I had been hoping she would be wearing. I could see those white lace top stockings and some silk panties.

Behind me Doug was pumping harder in to me. He was groping my flat chest, pinching my nipples.

“We need to sort these out soon. If you’re going to be spending time in my bed, you’ll need to have implants.”

I couldn’t believe what he was saying. Doug wanted me to be more like his new wife than I had been prepared for.

“How big Doug. Do you think I can have breasts as big as Nikki?”

“Oh yes Anna. Your boobs will be as big as Nikki’s. You two will pass as s****rs and will be able to share each other’s clothes. You’d like a s****r wouldn’t you Nikki?”

“I’ve always wanted a s****r. You’ll be just about perfect. Other than the hair colour, we could be identical s****rs.”

“Well except that I have a cock and you don’t.”

Nikki turned around and then I saw it. Nikki reached inside her knickers and pulled out her own erection.

I just laughed and reached forward so that I could get my lips around this gorgeous lady’s shaft. I wanted this new husband and wife to fill me with their cum at the same time.

“You don’t know how difficult it was in the restaurant last night. I wanted to take you in to the ladies and show you how much I wanted you but I promised Doug that I’d wait until tonight.”

And that was how we got together. Apparently when Doug had found me in the flat in my nightie he had gone straight to a transgender friendly bar in town looking for a woman to replace me. That was where he found Nikki. The next morning when he was laying in bed having been fucked in the ass for the first time, he told Nikki what had happened. She told him that she wanted him in her life but she knew that Doug wanted me in his life. This way they would both be happy. And once she met me she just knew that I’d be happy with both of these people in my life.

We’re still together. Doug is the bread winner. Nikki and I are kept women. I had my implants and we’ve never been happier. We’re thinking about having a c***d together. We’re looking for a clinic which will take a sample of sperm from all three of us and find a surrogate. All three of us would then equally be the parents.

For those who want to read the details, I could be persuaded to write and tell you what happened on the wedding night and adventures we’ve had since.
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The Wedding Conception


The Wedding Conception

by Mon

The following story is true.

My story happened almost three years ago this month. My name
is Lisa and my husbands name is Bob. I'm considered to be
attractive and have always taken good care of myself. I'm proud to
say my husbands friends have always told him they were envious of
him to have me. Most men find my pretty face attractive, but my
large breasts (34d), flat stomach, and especially my firm bottom and
muscular thighs get the most attention, although I have to admit
I've never really dressed to show them off. I'm not really old
fashion but I guess I've always dressed kind of a conservatively
being a southern girl.

We dated through most of our college years and married soon after
graduation. I remained a virgin until our wedding night, which was
something my husband had insisted on considering his old-fashion
southern up-bringing. He is a successful businessman so it hasn't
really been necessary for me to work. Even so, I continued working
part-time at one of his businesses for a few years until we decided
it was time to start our f****y. We are also Catholic so we used
the rhythm method of birth control until then so I've never been on
the pill. After trying for two years with no results we decided it
was time to seek some professional help.

I became an expert at determining my most fertile time to
conceive and my husband would always rush home to accommodate me.
Unfortunately, no luck. We went through all of the tests that are
given to couples in our situation and learned I was ok, but my
husband's sperm count was a little low. We chose to ignore the ones
that suggested we adopt or consider artificial insemination. The
latter my husband said he could never do, considering his old
fashioned values and male pride. Knowing the amount of time it takes
and the problems involved with adoption it left both of us very
depressed. So we just kept trying.

Eventually though we found a doctor that had very good success
with others couples we knew. After the examinations he said that
there is nothing really wrong with either of us and our chances were
good if we just changed our approach. He said we were just trying
too hard, a mistake many couples make in our situation. He
suggested we should abstain from sex for about six weeks to let my
husbands sperm count build up in combination with putting me on a
strong fertility d**g. Then at the most fertile time of my cycle we
should try again. I have to admit it did make sense. We checked
the calendar and in six weeks a wedding reception was coming up that
we were both looking forward to attending. It would be perfect for
a much needed night together. A friend of Bob's from college was
getting married and we both looked forward to the very much needed
night out together. We marked it on the calendar as our "date
night".

My husband is a shrewd businessman and one of his former
friends and business rivals would also be at the wedding. His name
was Steve. They had been good friends, but were very competitive and
were always trying to get the best of each other. It seemed like
each always had something the other wanted and they both were
equally successful in life. Finally, they had a big falling out a
few years ago. Bob hoped to use the wedding as an opportunity to
smooth things over as he admitted he took advantage of their
relationship. Although I had only met him a couple of times I did
know that his relationship with Bob had cooled and just recently
they began to speak again. But anyway, that wasn't my concern, at
least so I thought. Bob had been working long hours and almost
every night leaving us both rather frustrated and without any sex it
was a long six weeks. Since the night of the reception would be my
most fertile time I planned to make the most of it by buying a new
outfit much different than I normally wear to surprise Bob. He
likes to show me off to all of his old friends so I knew he would
approve of my new look. He's always trying to get me to dress
sexier. It was a very short aqua colored dress that was made of a
nylon spandex like material that gave it a kind of shiny metallic
look as it tightly hugged my curves. It showed alot of cleavage and
was very low in the back with a zipper. To match I bought a pair of
shiny aqua panties of the same material that matched perfectly and
decided not to wear any kind of a bra, something I've never done
even though I knew my nipples would probably show through if I got
cold.

When the night arrived I began to get ready early since the
reception was almost an hour drive away. I had taken my temperature
earlier and was happy to learn I was ovulating right on schedule.
Perfect. To celebrate I even made myself a little drink, something I
never do, to help me relax as I've never dressed in public this way.
When Bob didn't get home I began to worry. I made myself another
drink, put on my new dress, and stood in front of the mirror. Wow!,
it didn't even look like me. Even though the dress was supposed to
look classy it was so tight it appeared to be painted on my body. I
knew I looked hot and couldn't wait to see Bob's reaction. I was
already feeling a tingling sensation in my panties just from the way
it made me feel to wear this almost "slutty" outfit. He probably
wouldn't even want to go to the reception I thought.


Then the phone rang. It was him and he said they were having
some serious problems at work with a new computer system and he
didn't think he could get away. By the sound of his voice I knew he
felt terrible. He then told me he was really sorry and maybe I
should just go myself. You can imagine my disappointment, but I
understood and offered to just wait for him to get home. He told me
he would be late and I might as well go without him and have a good
time. No reason to ruin both our nights. Besides we could still
salvage our "date night" when we both got home. Normally, I probably
wouldn't have but considering the drinks I'd had and not looking
forward to another long evening alone waiting, I agreed to go
without him. I was a little concerned about not knowing many people,
but Bob convinced me that Steve would also be there and would take
care of me and introduce me to the other guests. He even asked me
to try to smooth things over a little for him and invite Steve to
join us for dinner sometime. I didn't really know Steve very well
but I did remember him to be about 6'4' and built like any women's
dream. He was such a ladies man I figured he must be married by now
and figured I could just sit with him and his wife for company. I
considered changing my outfit, but since it was getting late and I
didn't know many people anyway, I decided to go the way I was. As I
pulled out of the driveway I looked down in my lap to see the hem of
my tight dress riding up showing the crotch of my panties and
thought I'd have to be careful the way I sit tonight. I laughed and
wondered if Bob would have urged me to go if he knew how good I
looked.

When I got there I felt a little uncomfortable since I didn't
recognize anyone and was getting some rather strange looks from the
other guests the way I was dressed. Then I saw him. Steve was even
more of a hunk than I remembered. I could tell he was also
impressed with the way I looked too. His expression told me I was
the hottest looking woman in the place. He smiled, walked up, and
kissed me hello asking where Bob was tonight. I explained the
situation to him which didn't seem to disappoint him much and with a
curious gleam in his eye he asked me if I wanted to talk and get a
drink. As we walked to a table he told me he was alone too, loved
to dance, and would be honored to be my partner tonight. Since I
really didn't know anyone else and he was acting like such a
gentlemen, I told him yes. Besides Bob asked me to try to help
smooth things over. Since my husband isn't much of a dancer anyway I
figured it might be fun.

We chatted quite a bit about Bob and I and also talked of Steve's
recent divorce as he mentioned how lucky we were. I told him life
wasn't always perfect and mentioned our fertilty problems as an
example. We laughed about our broken plans for tonight and I told
him I probably would leave the reception early to salvage at least
some of our "date night"since it was a very long six week wait.. He
said he also thought he and Bob should get together again and
carried no hard feelings about the past. I knew this would make Bob
happy.

After that we seemed to dance every one only stopping to have
him get us another round of drinks or take a breather while we
talked. The hours went by fast and I found him to be very charming,
although I found I did have to watch him on the slow ones to keep
him from touching me a little too close for my comfort. Later as the
night went on I began to relax and found myself enjoying him so
close to me. I started to look forward to each slow dance. It felt
good to be held so close as we swayed with the rhythm of the music.
One problem though was his muscular body was rubbing so close to the
thinly covered material on my breasts it was stimulating me and
causing a renewed tingling sensation in my panties. I just hadn't
expected this sensitivity since I never usually go bra-less. My
breasts have always been very sensitive and my husband knows it's
the quickest way to get me hot. Several times as we sat and talked
I knew he must have accidentally gotten a view of my sexy matching
panties as the shiny material tightly covered my mound. I was
embarrassed and worried that he could see how wet I was getting.
My god, I was getting turned on dancing with this man. I wasn't the
only one who noticed. I looked up and saw Steve staring down at the
shiny material covering my nipples and realized that they were erect
and sticking through like bullets. I could feel the bl**d rush
through my face as I blushed. Several times in the evening I had to
excuse myself to go to the restroom. I was really surprised at
myself for reacting this way because I've never considered being
with anyone other than my husband. I brushed it off as just the side
affect of the hormones in the fertility pills and after all, it had
been a long six weeks.

The drinks were also making me more uninhibited. When we danced
again he reached around me and began to caress my ass as we swayed
together. I didn't resist. I could tell he enjoyed the feeling of
the spandex dress against the shiny panties covering my tight
bottom, because I could feel his his growing erection begin to press
against my flat tummy. I couldn't tell how big it was but knew it
must be much bigger than my husband. I wondered to myself as we
swayed what a big cock might feel like and began rubbing myself
against it, until to my disappointment, the dance ended. This
snapped me out of it and I quickly realized I was starting to go to
far. I knew I should go home before I embarrassed myself any
further. I was getting very d***k.

When I told Steve I needed to go he insisted I wait awhile until
I sobered up a little. I have to admit I was having trouble
walking. I told him I wanted to call my husband to come and get me
and asked him to just help me find a phone. He agreed and we began
walking to the lobby since the reception was at a rather large
hotel. As we walked and laughed we realized neither of us had
change for a pay phone. Steve offered to let me use the one in his
room and I joked with him that a lady would never go to a strangers
hotel room. We laughed again as he bowed and assured me he was a
gentlemen. I really didn't want to try to walk any more so I
convinced myself it was innocent enough and we went to his room.

Once inside, I stood trying to dial the phone to call Bob. I was
feeling better but was still rather unsteady and felt Steve standing
behind me to balance me when I dialed. As it rang Steve gently
rubbed the sides of my hips. When he didn't answer I turned to tell
Steve and the next thing I new his mouth was touching mine. His
lips were unlike those of my husbands, and even though I knew I
shouldn't be doing this, I opened my mouth and we began kissing. He
pushed his tongue into my mouth and pulled me close as he began to
rub my bottom again. It felt sooo good. But, I knew I had to stop
him. I broke away from his kiss and reminded him I was a married
woman and also the wife of his friend. I then told him I should go
back to waiting in the lobby. He whispered his apology in my ear and
told me he was having trouble controlling himself because I looked
so hot as I stood there swaying in that tight dress. He said Bob
was a very lucky man to have a woman who looked and dressed like me
and that he was sorry that I didn't want him, but he also
understood. Boy, he really knew what to say, and he was such a
gentleman about it! And I was so horny!

I told him that it wasn't that I didn't want to, but I was
married and couldn't get carried away. I don't know why but, I had
to kiss him again. I opened my mouth to feel his tongue once more
before I left. Six weeks was so long. I was just getting ready to
break away again when he began to gently stroke my left breast
through the soft shiny material of my dress. My Achilles heel. It
felt so good it made my knees weak. Just a few minutes longer and
then I would go. I wasn't too worried because I knew I could just
stop him anytime anyway, he wasn't being f***eful at all but still a
gentlemen. I convinced myself that it was just a little harmless
petting, something I had done with other guys while still in
college. Bob would never know. Just a little harmless thrill.

It felt so good I had to let him continue. He pulled the top of
my dress down a little exposing my nipples further as we kissed. He
began to gently roll them between his fingertips as I rubbed his
muscular chest. This man was gorgeous. When he unzipped the back of
my dress and pulled my breasts out of the top to lick and suck them
it startled me. I started to pull away so he increased his sucking
to a point it felt to good to stop. I just couldn't beleive what I
was doing and my mind was racing so fast. My knees started getting
weak and I had to sit down on the edge of the bed. Just a little
longer I told myself, after all it had been six weeks. For some
reason it was such an exciting thrill to be this naughty with
someone other than my husband, especially his biggest rival.

We lay back on the bed and I could feel his hands begin to
caress the silkiness of my inner thighs. When I didn't resist his
hand pulled the hem of my dress up and I could feel him softly begin
massaging my pussy through the material. Direct contact, this is
what I needed. I moaned. His hands pushed my legs farther apart and
he gently cupped the soft moistness of my cunt through my panties. I
thought I would wet my pants right there. It felt so good. I
figured I would let him do this for a few minutes more and then I
would have to make him stop. Steve pulled the crotch of my panties
aside and his hand was now inside with one of his fingers moving
into the tight opening of my cunt. As my pussy got wetter and hotter
he just continued to insert more fingers. Finally I moaned,
"Steve, we have to stop, please!, I'm getting so hot, I shouldn't be
here!" He responded by moving his mouth down my stomach and began to
mouth the shiny material of my panties over my clit. My God! He was
going to eat my pussy, something my husband has never done! When he
began to pull off my panties I finally stopped him and told him we
were getting carried away and I couldn't let that happen. He said he
understood and again promised he wouldn't do anything I didn't want
him to do and would stop when I said so. He promised me no one would
know. With that assurance I lifted my hips to let him pull my
panties the rest of the way off. I just had to feel this sensation
of his mouth on my opening.

I lay back and he began by slowly kissing the area around my labia
before he began to lick my very wet cunt lips and clit. While he
did this he continued to pinch my nipples and move his fingers
inside of me. I was in ecstasy as it was everything I imagined it
would be. He knew just what to do with a woman. Before long I began
to feel my orgasm build within me. I looked forward to the release
that had been building for so long. Bob very rarely makes me come so
I was really looking forward to it and told myself I would stop
afterwards. I needed it too bad. I was getting so hot now I was
moaning very loudly and didn't even notice him remove his pants and
move up between my legs.

When I felt his lips touch mine I opened my eyes to see Steve
above me and looked down to see him guiding his huge cock in between
my quivering cunt lips. It was enormous and nearly twice the size of
my husbands. I trembled at the huge size as he began to push the
fat knob of the head into me. "Steve no, stop, we can't..I'm not
protected!", I screamed. His next response surprised me, "I promise
I'll pull out..please...I have to feel inside of you for just a few
moments, oh you, yes....feel...so gooood!", and he continued to
piston a few more inches into me. I was horrified, He wasn't going
to stop!!! He was going to fuck me! I protested again, "No, Steve
please!, don't please, please! I begged, "I can't.....not today...my
husbands...waiting for me...I'm ovuulatttingggg..ooohhhhhnnnoooo!".
I tried to squeeze my legs together, but I was too close, I was
starting to cum already as he sank in further, stretching my cunt
lips apart, already more than ever before. My body then betrayed me
as my hips began to push and move against him with my building
orgasm. I couldn't help it, I couldn't even speak. I could only moan
and push back as he began to fuck me towards climax.

He thrust in and out, sinking deeper into my pussy with
every push until finally his entire shaft was into the hilt filling
me completly. His pubic bone ground flat against mine. I started to
mouth a protest again when I felt his huge shaft push even deeper
until it touched my cervix at the opening of my womb. That did it. I
exploded in my first real orgasm ever I thought I was going to pass
out as wave upon wave of pleasure went through my body.

When I finally recovered I realized my pussy had adjusted to his
huge size and his massive cock was sliding smoothly in and out of my
wet slit. All thoughts of my husband and my unprotected eggs were
gone. I was in love with his huge cock. My body finally had what it
had been waiting for all night. I was moaning as he slammed himself
into me, bucking with the pure pleasure his cock was giving me. It
was fantastic having such a large, powerful forbidden cock inside
me, and I felt my second climax building up in my stomach very
quickly. I was going to come again! Steve's thrusting then got
stronger and I realized he was about to come too. I was somewhat
disappointed because I knew he would have to pull out before I came
again. I was so close.

Then I felt it. The feeling that I've yearned for again every
day since that moment. His whole body lurched forward and I felt the
tip of his penis smash against my cervix. He groaned loudly and
shot the first spurt of his semen deep within me. My god, he
wasn't pulling out! He was coming inside of me ! I was filled with
both the feelings of ecstasy and absolute terror. I tried to push
him off , but it was too late. His hands were holding down mine and
he was pushing into me with all the strength and intensity of his
orgasm. What really surprised me is it felt so incredible! When my
husband comes it just dribbles out of him. But with Steve I could
feel his hot sperm literaly shooting into me. It fired with enough
f***e and quantity I could literally feel each forbidden jet hit my
cervix and penetrate through my womb. "You said you..would pull
out!", I gasped, "Oh...I..can feel it.. your coming...inside me...oh
no.....oh no...not.now..oh,..feels..so good.. I'm
comming.....ooohhhh.!", as my hips again involuntarily began to push
hard against him. The most intense orgasm I've ever had hit me as
he continued to thrust and all I could do was grab his ass and pull
him into me further . My entire conscience was focused on this
pleasure between my legs now and I screamed with the greatest sexual
experience of my life. Wave upon wave of ecstacy went through my
body as I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him into me deeper.
It was wonderful. I could feel his seed pouring out of me and down
the crack of my ass as he kept spurting. I couldn't believe there
was so much of it. As the waves subsided, I could feel the hot
warmth of his load spreading out into the depths of my body,
searching for my eggs. I just lay there for a moment in a dreamlike
state marveling at the feeling of what was happening inside of me.

When reality began to return the fear of what I had done
returned too. I looked down between my spread out legs to see the
shiny coating of his seed as it clung to the shaft of his cock still
partially inside of me. What had I done. I began to cry. Steve
noticed and looked deeply into my eyes as he continued to slowly
pump his now shrinking tool. As he did I could feel more of his
come oozing out of my swollen pussy. "You said you would pull
out......you promised! What if you got me pregnant, your not my
husband!", I whimpered. His response shocked me, "Lisa I'm sorry,
you looked and felt too good... I never imagined you would actually
let me fuck you...Lisa....Bob's beautiful wife!...when you said you
were fertile tonight....well... I just had to give you mine....to
make sure you had my baby... instead of that son of a bitch husband
of yours!".

I paused and looked at him. It all became perfectly clear. I
understood now it was really just another competition. He was
getting the best of Bob. I began to get angry then not at just
Steve, but Bob, for letting me get into this situation.

At that point it didn't matter anymore. It was done. I could
never explain this to my husband. He would never forgive me. I got
d***k and let my husbands rival fuck me and shoot his sperm in me,
directly at my unprotected eggs at my most vulnerable time! The
night we planned together as our "date night". Considering the
fertility pills I was on, my eggs were probably being fertilized at
that very moment. Steve filled me with so much of his potent sperm
I knew I was pregnant with his c***d. I realized this game has been
happening since the beginning of time. I had let Steve achieve the
greatest victory of one rival male over another. Take an opponents
woman and impregnate her with your offspring. Bob would never be
able to do better than that.

As I thought about how crazy all of this was I realized my legs
were still wrapped around him and he was still gently thrusting his
cock inside of me as he held me down. It really was a soothing
feeling and even when he was soft he was still larger than my
husband. I looked up at him and realized my body was starting to
respond again. He kissed me again very gently and began softly
licking my nipples. To my surprise I could feel his member was
beginning to get hard again. My husband had never been able to
recover so fast. I knew I had to stop this time, just in case there
was a chance it wasn't too late. I couldn't be so stupid to let him
take me again! I let Steve fuck me once and now he was starting to
do it again. But as he continued I realized I couldn't stop him. I
was still very turned on by what I had done. It felt too good. I
was getting exactly what I needed and didn't ever want it to stop.
My hips again began to meet each of his thrusts. He released my
hands and we began what turned out to be a very slow, even romantic
fuck. We continued for a long time as I blocked out all thought of
everything except how wonderful his large cock felt pistoning in and
out of my wet cunt. His big dick again filled me completely and was
stretching my pussy to it's limits, something I knew that my husband
will never be able to do. I had no idea sex with another man could
feel so good. As we fucked I had several smaller orgasms that seemed
to just run together. I lifted my head up and began to suck the
nipples on his chest. After a while Steve panted, "I'm going to come
again, should I pull out?" My response still surprises me to this
day. As another orgasm built up inside me I begged, "No, come
inside me, I want to to feel it...again..come inside of
me...please!" He smiled, kissed me, and picked up his rhythm.
Before long he stiffened, and again I felt him shoot an incredible
load of his sperm into me as I pushed my cunt up to meet each
thrust. I could feel each jet hitting my cervix again which
triggered another deep orgasm as it penetrated into my womb. When
it hit me, I screamed and clawed at his back.. It felt as if the
whole world was whirling round; it was so wonderful. Even my
nipples burned. God, it felt so wonderfully taboo to think I was
letting another man intentionally impregnate me with his c***d. It
was the ultimate betrayal of my husband and I had completely
submitted to him in every way. I knew that this betrayal is what
excited me and made my orgasm so intense.

When he finally rolled off of me and pulled his long cock from
my red and swollen pussy I slowly sat up on my elbows and looked
down at how totally fucked I looked. My pretty dress was bunched up
around my waste and my soaked panties were hanging on one ankle. My
pussy was swollen and red and my pubic hair was matted and soaked
with his cum. My breasts were red and covered with marks from his
intense sucking. But what was really amazing was the river of cum
that was oozing from my stretched out opening and pooling on the bed
beneath me. I grabbed a pillow and put it under my bottom to help
elevate my womb. I wanted to keep it's warmth inside of me a little
longer. I was so opened up as I lay there I wondered if I would
ever be able to feel my husbands small cock inside of me again.
Steve laughed and assured me it would be our secret. After about 20
minutes I staggered to my feet and the cum just ran down the insides
of my thighs as I walked. I had never seen anything like it.

I knew I couldn't go home like this so I jumped into his shower
and cleaned up as well as I could. When I finished I returned to
see Steve sl**ping on the bed with his wonderfully slimy cock lying
peacefully across his stomach. I slipped my dress on and pulled up
what was left of my panties. I left wondering if I would see him
again but didn't want to risk arousing him again either. I could
feel his come still leaking from me on the ride home and hoped my
wet panties would soak it up. As I drove I kept asking myself how I
could have let such a thing happen. I felt so naughty. I started
fingering myself it made me so excited to think about it. When I
got home luckily Bob was sl**ping. I quickly went into the bathroom
and slipped on a nightgown that covered my red and swollen breasts,
put on fresh panties, and climbed into bed. I was terrified that
somehow he would smell his rival's scent on me. As I lay there I
could feel Steve's warm semen still leaking from my pussy. Bob
finally woke up as we lay there in the darkness. He reached for me
and asked how I enjoyed the wedding. I told him it was fine but
that for some reason I didn't feel very well. He seemed surprised
and disappointed but seemed to understand. He then just snuggled up
next to me and rubbed my tummy saying we will try again for our
"date night" later when I felt better. I knew right then that I
couldn't let him touch me again, until I knew for sure, several
weeks later, that yes, I was now carrying Steve's c***d. He asked
if I'd seen him and said he hoped he took care of me. I assured him
that he had indeed, and added he was a complete gentleman. I told
him we should probably get together with him sometime and Bob
agreed. In the darkness I couldn't help but smile, he had no idea
that another man's baby was now attached to my womb that he gently
rubbed. Somehow I knew that it probably wouldn't be the last time
either, but that is another story. ... Continue»
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A Wedding Day



Pete was a gorgeous guy who had his pick of women. In fact, he usually picked
more than one of them. This may not seem like a problem to some, but I'm sure
his wife wouldn't have been to happy to find out. As for me, I was more limited
in opportunities. But I knew I would never have to worry about 'picking' again
as I was soon to have my own wife.

Her name was Michelle, and even with an unlimited pick of women, I would have
chosen her. She was beautiful, soft, and sexy. I wondered how I had landed a
girl whose medium-length blonde hair glowed in the sun, whose face captivated
the eyes of every man who beheld it, whose breasts turned heads with their
side-to-side bobbing as she walked. She was incredible, and soon to be my wife.

Michelle had told me something of Pete, and the only time they had ever met. It
was at a party, and Michelle told me she knew the instant she saw him she was
going to fuck him. (This was when we first met, before we started dating. I
don't think I could have handled this after I fell in love with her.)

"I wasn't the prettiest girl there." she had explained to me. "So I knew I would
have to be the most aggressive." (I don't think any man could resist her
aggression.)

Michelle continued. "I went into the bathroom, and was going to tell Carry (her
best friend) about him. Her first words were 'Oh my God! Did you see that babe!'
My answer was 'Hell Yes! Oh how I want to fuck,him!" Carry smiled at me and told
me she saw him looking at me, or more specifically, my breasts."

At this point, I too looked at her tits. She caught me. "It's OK. I know I have
large breasts. Anyway, in the bathroom I undid the top buttons on my blouse, to
show some cleavage. I had to redo the last one because my bra was showing. Carry
stopped me. 'Take off the bra, Michelle.' I paused, then agreed. I was sooo
excited I might have gone out there topless. I took off my shirt and bra,
noticed Carry staring at my chest jealously, then put my shirt back on. I only
buttoned just more than half of the buttons. I practiced my leans, knowing what
move would hide my assets, what moves would create cleavage down past my
breasts, and what lean-overs would grant Pete a perfect view of my breasts,
nipples and all. I then went to conquer."

She went on. "I don't think Pete looked at another girl the rest of the night.
Then again, he didn't look at MY face much either. We played cards with some
other people, and slowly the crowd dissipated. Soon we were playing Blackjack,
just the two of us. We were playing for fun, but I knew every time I leaned over
the table to pick up the cards, he was having some EXTRA fun. I started losing,
badly. He joked about needing someone good to play with. I offered to raise the
stakes. He asked how. I said, name his stakes. He smiled, looked directly at my
rather uncovered breasts, and said, 'They've been staring at me all night long.'
Then he looked at me. 'If you lose... I get to feel your breasts. If you don't
accept my stakes, I'll find someone else to play with.' I agreed."

I listened to her tell me the story, my swelling cock telling me how I could
arrange such a game! Michelle continued. "He dealt me a 10. I said 'Hit." He
dealt me a 4. I said 'Hit." He dealt me a 6. I said 'Hit.' He dealt me a queen.
I said 'Feel.' I ran my fingers down my breasts, ready to open my blouse for
him. Then someone popped in the room and said, 'Pete, your wife is on the
phone.' He looked very disappointed! So did I.

That's where the story ended. I had forgotten about it quickly as I fell deeply
in love with Michelle. Her breasts were well worth Pete's attention, and I saw
to it they didn't go neglected. But she was so much more than her tits. She was
funny, intelligent, and god, I loved her. I never thought about Pete again,
until two days before our wedding night. He had called Michelle, and asked her
for sex. He said He was sorry, and that he was now divorced. He wanted to fuck
her so bad that night and he couldn't bear the thought of her getting married
without sucking her awesome titties and feeling his cock in her warm wet cunt
(his exact words.) Naturally, I was pissed! But Michelle calmed me by saying she
told him NO! flat out. Since we were moving after the wedding, I figured we
wouldn't hear from him again.

The wedding day came, and I was in heaven. Michelle was absolutely radiant. Her
gown was stunning, right down to the little peek of cleavage. The day whizzed by
in a blur, the only things I remembered were saying "I do." kissing her deeply,
and whispering into her ear, "You are my life." I didn't notice the faces around
us, or the trip in the limo, or the reception dinner. I just thought about
Michelle, how much I loved her, and how I was going to make love to her as my
WIFE for the first time. I didn't notice the DJ, didn't notice the dancing,
didn't notice Michelle leaving our table with an extremely attractive man...

Michelle stood in the hallway.

"I can't. I CAN'T! I'm married now!"

"God, oh god I want to fuck you!"

"Pete, it's not going to happen!"

"I want to rip that dress off of you. All I can see is your naked body in my
mind..."

"Shh! Quiet! I'm married, damn it! Don't let people hear you say things like
that!"

"Fine!" Pete took her by the arm and led her into one of the church's rooms that
was currently unused. He took her by the hands inside, where she leaned against
a desk.

"I want you Michelle. I know you want me, too. You were flashing me your tits
that entire god damned night! You were going to fuck me that night, and you know
it!"

"That was then Pete! That's ancient history!"

"Say it, say you were going to fuck me!"

"Pete!"

Pete leaned closer, and moved his hand to her right breast. Michelle flinched,
but didn't move. "Say it."

She hesitated. He eyes looked down. "I was going to fuck you."

He pressed against her, twirling his finger over the smooth curve of her dress.
"Then fuck me now, let me touch you, taste you, fill you."

"No. It can't happen. I don't want it to happen."

"Then why did you send me an invitation?"

Michelle turned her head away. She bit her lip. Pete began stroking her hair
with his right hand, and caressing her breast with his left. He pressed his
right leg in between hers.

"You want me, don't you?" Pete said smiling. "It's OK. It's OK.." he cooed. "You
want me..."

Michelle turned her head back to face him. Tears were streaming down her eyes.
She nodded.

"You never forgot me, did you?"

She shook her head.

"Fuck me."

She nodded.

Pete leaned her against the desk, then went to his knees. His hands found their
way under the wedding dress, and worked up her legs. Michelle tilted her head
back, her eyes till streaming. Pete lifted the dress over his head, and began
kissing the garter. He slid his tongue underneath and around it. He clenched it
with his teeth, pulling it upward. He moved it up her thigh, pausing to kiss the
soft flesh. Michele began to moan softly, she wiped away her tears, and placed
her arms on Pete's shoulders. Pete used his hand to slid the garter the rest of
the way. As it reached its apex, he pulled out from her dress. His hand moved
over, and began rubbing her cunt.

His other free hand pulled the dress up. Michele leaned back onto the desk, her
dress now above her waist. Her panties were now visible, as was Pete's hand
pressing into the indentation of her cunt. The panties were simply a piece of
white, shimmering silk connected by thin silky strands that tied at her hips.

"Uhhhh." Michele moaned as his fingers pressed her clit through the silk.
"UHHH!" he pressed harder. He then reached behind her, seeking the zipper of her
dress. Michelle leaned forward, pressing her breasts into him. She sought a
kiss, but his head went past her. She sucked on his ear instead. Pete found the
zipper, and pulled it down. Michelle pulled back, and wiggled her arms from the
sleeves as Pete pulled the fabric down. Here breasts bared themselves in one
glorious movement. Her dress was now completely around her waist, her tits still
jiggling from the motion, her cunt-soaked panties and length of her legs still
visible. Pete took what he could of her breasts into his hands. They seemed even
larger in the nude. He watched the shape change as he kneaded them. He massaged
them, caressed them, and sucked them as Michele's eyes still streamed. Her cries
were mixed with moans. Pete pinched and nibbled her erect nipples as he humped
her.

"Do it. Do it!" She breathed.

"You want me to fuck you?"

"Yes, just do it!"

Pete stepped back, and dropped his pants. As preparation, he wore no underwear.
"Oh God!" Michelle noticed his roughly 9 inch cock. Pete pressed his cock
against her panties, against the indentation of her cunt.

"Do it!" She cried again. Her tears were streaming down her cheeks now.

Pete smiled. "No. Undo your panties."

"What? No. Just do it!" she wailed. Somehow, if HE fucked her, it wouldn't be so
bad.

"Undo your panties."

She hesitated, and again bit her lip. Pete pressed his cock harder. Michele flat
out started balling. The tears poured down her face as she debated the
situation. One last chance to stop. One last chance to honor her husband and
their marriage. One last chance to fuck Pete.

She wept as her hands went to her waist, and untied the straps. She lifted the
silk from her cunt, and let it drop to the floor. Pete pressed his cock against
her bare opening.

"Do it!" She cried.

Pete took her hand, and placed it on his penis. "You do it."

"Oh God!" She closed her eyes. The tears still crept out as Pete grinned
broadly. She couldn't fight. No more resistance could enter her mind. She moved
her hand to the base of his cock, and at once tugged it down and moved her hips
upward.

"Ohh yeah!" Pete breathed. "Again."

Michelle repeated the procedure. "Ohhh!" replaced her cry.

Pete took over, and f***ed his prick to the hilt, then began pounding her cunt
ferociously. They moaned loudly together as he, still dressed in his tux minus
the pants, rammed his cock into her still wedding clothed body. Her breasts
bounced with each thrust. He held her at the waist, and drove his cock into her
with f***e and speed.

The door opened.

Both of them looked towards the opening. A little boy stood in the doorway.

"Oh No! Oh no! Stop! Stop Pete!"

"No way!" Pete's body continued to pulse into her. "I'm fucking you. I'm FUCKING
you!" His swollen cock continued to slide in and out of her, glistening with her
juice.

Michelle continued to moan, and couldn't bring herself to stop either. She
should have wondered who the boy was. Would he tell? But all she could think of
was Pete's cock in her cunt, filling and satisfying her. She knew she was going
to fuck him. She had always wished she had stayed that night. He was SO hot!
Whether he had a wife or not, she had to fuck him. Whether she was a wife or
not, she had to fuck him.

As his body flinched and his cock released its semen, she knew she had. They
humped a little more. The boy was still watching. She pulled Pete close, trying
to kiss him. But he moved his mouth to her left nipple. She wanted an orgasm.
She fucked him, and now had his cum dripping from her cunt. She deserved an
orgasm!

Pete stepped back. "I think I hear them paging you!"

"Oh shit!" Michelle sat up, hurriedly pulling her dress down. "Zip me up!"

Pete zipped her up, and she quickly ran out of the room.

*

I watched my bride come from the hallway. She seemed hurried, but I wondered
little of where she had been. It was time for the garter toss. I smiled as I
planned to sneak that thing up to her crotch. She let me pick out the wedding
night panties. I wanted a preview!

Michelle seemed dazed as the DJ pulled out a chair and sat her in it. The music
started, and she seemed really nervous! She must have thought I would really
embarrass her!

"Let's not do this now!" She whispered to me as I kissed her.

"It will be OK." I said, and went to the floor. Lifted up her dress, enough to
show on camera, but not to reveal too much. Wait... where's the garter?

I had hiked the dress up quite away. No garter. I looked towards Michelle, but
the dress blocked my view of her face. I lowered it some, realizing she must
have it 'too high' for the world to see. The light was dim, but I could clearly
see her thigh under the fabric. I moved my head up. No garter...

No panties.

Confusion set in. Then horror. There, dripping from her precious, beautiful,
tight, wonderful cunt... was cum.

Cum. It could only be cum... it could only be sperm. I pulled my head instantly
out from under her dress and looked at her. She was crying.

"Where's the garter?' someone yelled.

I looked around in a panic. I saw a little boy hold up the garter.

"Here it is! There was a man on her and they were naked."

A hush fell over the guests. The boy held out his other hand. "Do you need
these, too?"

Her panties.

I could see how wet they were from here. Gasps and whispers rose from the crowd.


Michelle buried her face in her hands, sobbing.

I stood up, looked at no one, and walked to the guest book. No one said a word
as I flipped through the pages. No one said a word as I left the church.

If there is one image burnt in my memory besides my wife's cum-dripping pussy,
it is the last page I saw that night. The page that bore the name Pete.

End~

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After The Wedding

I had a hectic Saturday night with all my shows out and I was short an assistant DJ for my show. I had a wedding to do in Rockford and it was going to be a big group and an assistant was really important. Fortunately, my wife had the night free so we drove down to the hotel and set up. The show was a huge success and the bride and groom had a great group of guests. All through the night we interacted with the guests and the bridal party, even accepting requests to dance. By the end of the night we had had as much fun as the guests did!

As we were tearing down our equipment after the last dance, the bride and groom were saying their goodbyes to the last of the f****y. Once we were done, we went over to them to wish them good luck and say good night. Jeff and Lynn (the groom and bride) were there with three of the groomsmen. They asked if we would care to join them in a little relaxation so they could wind down before trying to sl**p. We had so much fun throughout the night; we accepted and followed them to their suite. The groomsmen were Pete, Jack and Mike and we remembered them as all being pretty good guys.

Jeff and Lynn had a beautiful suite with a sofa, two chairs and a huge king sized bed. There was a small stocked bar and refrigerator, and a nice entertainment system. Jeff went to the bar and started taking orders and Lynn turned on the stereo and put on a CD. We were all talking about the fun we had at the reception and Lynn complained that she did not get to dance very much since everyone kept talking to her all night. Jeff told Mike to dance with her while he made the drinks and Pete asked my wife if she would like to dance. She said sure and left me on the sofa to relax. I had been on my feet for the last 7 hours and it felt good to kick back. One of the nice things about being an assistant, Kathi (my wife) had the opportunity to sit down several times during the evening so her legs and feet were not tired yet.

Jeff passed around the drinks and gave me Kathi’s vodka & sour and my diet Pepsi since I don’t drink. He sat down on the edge of the bed and had some of his drink while Mike danced with his new bride and chatted with Jack and myself about various things. Lynn must have put in a disc of slow jams because the next song was another good one and Lynn grabbed Jeff and pulled him out to dance with her. Kathi & Pete came back over and grabbed their drinks and sat down. Jack asked Kathi if she would dance with him too, so she quickly downed her drink and grabbed his hand and pulled him out of his chair.

I was glad she was having a good time since it was supposed to be her day off. I went over to the bar and refilled her drink and sat down just as the song ended. She came back over and sat on my lap leaving the open seat for Jack. We continued our chatting as Jeff and Lynn kept slow dancing. When the forth song came on Mike asked Kathi if he could dance with her too. She said sure and with a quick tip of her glass finished off her second drink and joined him out in the middle of the room.

Jeff and Lynn were doing some light making out as they danced and I noticed that Mike had his hand on my wife’s butt as they danced in slow circles. I could see as they slowly turned around that she had her eyes closed and was just enjoying the dance. When that song ended they did not break apart but stayed close as the next song began. It was a very sexy soft song and I noticed that Mike was rubbing his hand up and down her back and cupping her butt cheek on the down side. Kathi had put her head on Mikes shoulder and her eyes were still closed and she was just going along with it moving in rhythm to his body. I saw Mike tilt his head and it looked like he was nibbling on my wife’s ear. I was pretty sure especially when it appeared that Kathi was now pushing her body a little harder into his as they danced.

As that song finally came to an end, and it did not look as if they were going to stop dancing, Pete got up and taped Mike on the shoulder and said he was cutting in. Mike stepped back and I saw Kathi open her eyes and acknowledge that Pete was now dancing with her again. Mike came and sat down with us and grabbed his drink while Pete danced with my wife. “Man, you sure do have a sexy assistant” he said. I smiled and told him I agreed.

Jeff and Lynn continued their dancing and seemed almost oblivious to the rest of us in the room as they were lost in each other embrace. Pete also started getting into the dance and had both of his hands running up and down Kathi’s back and over her butt. The music and drink must have gotten to her as I watched her hands begin to roam across his back and sure enough, his butt. This was causing a rather pleasant feeling to stir between my legs as these young men obviously found my wife to be attractive and sexy.

As I watched from the sofa, Pete had both his hands on her butt gently pulling my wife against him. It looked like she was rubbing her pelvis against his leg as they slowly turned to the music. Between his hands and her rubbing against his leg, her dress was riding up and in no time it was high enough his hands made contact with her pantyhose. I was pretty sure Kathi would notice this and pull her dress back down, but I was pleased to see she did not. By the time the song ended, Pete had his hands rubbing the bottom of her cheeks gently squeezing with his fingers.

When the next song started, Jack got up and I figured he was going to cut in on Pete. Instead, he went up behind Kathi and lifted her dress up a little higher and slid his hands on to her waist under the dress. I watched as his hands slid up and down rising and lowering the bottom of her dress exposing her waist and pantyhose covered bottom. Pete had stopped turning to the music and they were just swaying in place as the soft beat of the song made the scene very erotic. I knew the moment Jacks hands made it up to my wife’s breasts. She arched her back giving him complete access and pushed her pelvis onto Pete’s leg. Jack leaned forward and began to kiss Kathi’s neck as his hands squeezed her breasts pulling her against him. Pete had his hands on her hips moving her against his forward leg. Kathi raised her right hand and brought it to Jacks head running her fingers through his hair and pulling it closer into her neck as his kissing and nibbling grew more intense. Her other hand was on Pete’s shoulder maintaining her pelvis forward and head back position which thrust her ample breasts forward against Jacks groping hands.

Mike got back up and made his way to the side opposite Jack and I watched as he reached out and grabbed the hem of Kathis dress in front and back and began to pull it slowly up. As her breasts came into view with Jacks hands squeezing them through her bra, both Pete and Mike made appreciative low whistles and as Jack tilted his head away from his nibbling, Mike pulled her dress completely off over her head. Jack went back to nuzzling Kathi’s neck and Pete continued rocking his leg as Kathi slowly ground against it. With Kathi’s head tilted back as Jack chewed on her neck, Mike walked over and brought his mouth to hers and I was pleased to see her respond eagerly to his probing tongue. I watched as his hand slid up her back to the hooks of her bra and smiled as he struggled to unhook all 4 hooks, but after a bit, he managed to get the last one. Once that was done he pulled the strap on his side off her shoulder and Jack must have felt the difference in the feel of her bra as the elastic was no longer tight as he wasted no time in pulling it off of her exposing her erect nipples to his waiting fingers.

It was a hell of a turn on watching these three young men undressing and making out with my wife and I found my cock to be straining in my pants. It was then that I noticed Jeff and Lynn had stopped dancing and were standing there watching the guys and my wife. Lynn was standing in front of Jeff leaning back against him as he wrapped his arms around her. I was a little concerned they would be upset, but it seemed they also were enjoying the show.

I turned my head back to watch just as my wife let out a low moan. Pete was not holding her hips as she was no longer riding his leg but instead was standing more upright kissing Mike with Jack now sucking on her right breast and squeezing her left, with Mike’s left hand rubbing her pussy through her pantyhose. She also had her hand rubbing Pete’s crotch through his pants. Pete leaned forward and grabbed her hips again only this time instead of pulling her toward him; he began to tug down on her pantyhose. I watched in awe as she began to wiggle her hips as they slowly came down and in no time she was completely naked for everyone in the room to see. Mike now had nothing between his hand and her pussy and proceeded to slide at least one finger into her making her moan into his mouth even more. She had one hand rubbing the front of Mike’s pants and the other Jack’s and it looked as if she were trying to unzip both at the same time.

Pete was still on his knees with his face only inches away from where Mike was beginning to make squishing noises with his fingers, as Kathi was quite wet from all this attention. It took her a few minutes, but soon she had both men’s zippers open and had even un-hooked the slide hook that is on tux pants and had her hands wrapped around each of their rock hard cocks stroking them as they continued to ravish her nude body.

Pete undid his pants and proceeded to lie on his back pulling his pants off allowing his cock to spring out. He then slid his legs on the floor between Kathis and told the guys to lower her down. I watched as they helped her squat down on his waiting cock and as she felt him enter her she broke kissing with Mike and switched to take his cock, which was now face level, into her mouth. Jack had dropped to his knees and continued to devour her now heaving breasts as she rocked back and forth working Pete’s tool with wild abandon.

I glanced over at Jeff and Lynn and was surprised to see Lynn on her knees giving her new husband a blow job while she watched the show out of the corner of her eyes and Jeff’s head moved between looking at his wife’s mouth sliding over his cock and then watching the boys with my wife. It was a very erotic scene and my own cock was straining to free itself. I just did not want to take it out quite yet even with four of them already nude, this was Jeff and Lynn’s wedding night.

Kathi was riding Pete like there was no tomorrow and I was surprised to see she was still sucking Mike off without missing a beat. I really did not think she could handle three guys at once but I am glad I underestimated her. Pete started mumbling how hot Kathi’s pussy was and began grunting as he thrust his hips up pushing himself deep inside her. She was shaking as his cum erupted in her and she in turn grunted with the effort around Mikes cock. It took several minutes for Pete to finally relax as his orgasm subsided and Kathi began to rub her clit as Pete must have shrunk out of her and she wanted more stimulation. I told Jack that he should get her on her back and get her legs over his shoulder’s as this was her favorite position. He glanced over at me and smiled, taking her by the waist and pulling her off of Pete to the floor. Mikes still hard cock popped out of her mouth as she was quickly laid on her back and her legs pulled over Jacks shoulders. She began a mantra of “oh this is so good, oh God, oh I can’t believe I am doing this” as Jack began pounding his cock into her lifting half her body off the floor as he fucked her like a rabbit. Pete rolled onto his side and began to squeeze her tits and Mike kneeled next to Jack waiting his turn.

That’s when Jeff surprised me with a question, “how did you know that was her favorite position”

I looked his direction to see that Lynn was also curious as she had stopped giving her husband head and was just stroking his cock and wondering the same question. “Well, to be honest, not only was she my assistant tonight, she is my wife” I replied.

Lynn’s hand stopped moving and her jaw opened just a bit as the surprise flustered her and Jack just said, “Are you shittin’ me?”

I chuckled and told them “Really, she is”

Lynn stuttered a bit as she asked “And you don’t mind she is cheating on you?”

I was smiling as I replied “Are you serious? Look at how much fun she is having and it’s not cheating since I am here and even though they are not paying any attention to us right now and she was seduced while dancing, she knows I am here keeping her safe. Plus, it is one hell of a turn on knowing those guys find my wife so hot! And after tonight I am going to have one horny wife for the next couple of weeks!”

They both turned their heads to watch as the guys continued giving her one hell of a screwing and I noticed Lynn’s hand started to once again stroke her husband and I was pleased to see her other tracing lightly into her cleavage above the low cut top of her wedding gown.

Kathi was still speaking her mantra but now she was adding encouragement telling the guys she wanted more and Jack kept pounding as fast and hard as he could. I was so turned on I wished Jeff and Lynn were not there so I could give myself some release. Then I heard Jeff moan and I turned my head in time to see just how much the scene had affected him as cum shot out of his dick surprising Lynn as she was watching the group and had not expected her hand-job to have finished her husband off that quick. “I take it you think it is hot watching Scott’s wife get hammered by our friends”, she asked. “God yes” he replied. “I never would have thought it would be so incredible” “Me either” she continued, “But I am so horny”. She got up off her knees and sat on the edge of the bed and told Jeff to sit next to her and watch the show.

They both watched with rapt attention as my wife let loose with her first major orgasm. The vocal explosion must have helped trigger Jack as he made a hard thrust forward, holding himself deep within my wife, shouting he too was cumming. They both wiggled and shook for several moments as they finished their orgasms. Jack lowered Kathi down as his cock slid out of her very wet pussy and he slid himself sideway a bit telling Mike it was his turn.

Kathi was flat on her back breathing hard with Pete still grouping her tits and her moans were all it took for Mike to get motivated. He took her legs and crossed them telling her to roll over. As she complied, he lifted her hips up bringing her into the doggie position and he quickly pushed his cock into her waiting and aching love hole. She noticed Pete’s cock inched from her mouth and latched on surprising him and making him moan with pleasure. Jack lay on his back and slid under her torso and began sucking on her hanging tits with abandon. Mike began a slow steady pace rocking back and forth bringing his cock almost completely out before slowing pushing it all the way back in. I could tell Kathi was going to get a good long one out of Mike.

I heard a moan next to me and I turned my head to see Jeff was now on his knees with is head under Lynn’s wedding gown and I saw a pair of panties on the floor next to him. Plus, Lynn was propped back on one arm in a semi reclined position and she had her other hand completely down the front of the top of her gown caressing her own breasts while her husband was obviously busy with her pussy while she still watched the action.

I got up and went to the bar and open another Pepsi to help with my dry mouth and to give my own aching cock a chance to get moved a bit. As I stood there drinking my soda, I heard Lynn say “Oh my” and I noticed she was looking at the tent in the front of my tux pants. “You really do get turned on sharing you wife don’t you?” she asked. “Oh yes” I replied. “It is a fantastic turn on and I just wish there was another guy or two to really tire her out”

She closed her eyes and moaned a bit as what I told her mixed with her husband’s mouth amped up her juices. “It is turning me on too.” She breathed out with a shudder as a small orgasm swept through her body. “Would you please unzip the back of my gown, it is a little too tight for what I am doing.” I walked to the foot of the bed to get to her back and carefully pulled the zipper down about 6 inches. “All the way please.” She asked when I stopped. As I got the zipper down to the end she pulled the formed part that holds the breasts in place, down exposing a very sexy little white bra. “Mmmmmmmm” She moaned, as she lay flat and began using both her hands to massage her no longer confined breasts through her bra.

Kathi once again began panting that she was Cumming and for the second time this evening I watched as her whole body shook with a powerful orgasm as Mike kept up his slow rhythmic thrusting.

“Oh my God, this is so HOT!” Lynn exclaimed.

I tore my eyes away from watching my wife and glanced down at Lynn to see she had unhooked her bra and was now playing with her totally exposed breasts with the pinkest nipples I have ever seen! She looked up at me and smiled asking if I liked what I saw. “Are you k**ding?” I replied, “Between my wife and the guys and how beautiful you are, I just hope the guys can go a second round with her so I can watch both of you!” “Me too” she stated. “I have never been so turned on”

It looked like Mike was finally getting ready to pop his load as his pace increased and Kathi had to stop sucking on Pete to get enough air from the exertion. “Looks like Pete will go another round” Lynn said to me. “But I have an idea”. She sat up and leaned over her husband’s head and told him to come out from under her dress. As he backed out and her dress dropped back off his emerging head she asked him to stand up. As he did his pants dropped to his ankles and even though he had cum just a few minutes ago, it was apparent he was ready to go again. “Honey” She said to him, “Is this turning you on as much as it is me?” “Damned straight,” he replied with a huge grin. “Would you do me a big favor Honey?” She asked him. “Anything Babe” He replied. “I am so horny” she said, “Would you please go and fuck Scott’s wife while we watch… Please???”

He had this really strange look on his face as what she asked sunk in. Between the booze all evening and the male libido, you could see he really wanted to but was unsure if he understood correctly. Lynn batted her eyes as she stretched out another “Pretty Pleaseeeee, I am soooooo turned on”

Just then we heard Mike grunt as he finally reached his orgasm and Lynn said, “Now honey, fuck her good for me”

Jeff walked on over to the guys and my wife and told them to turn her back onto her back and to make sure they sucked on her tits while he fucked her too. He kneeled between her legs and grabbed her knees pulling her onto his enlarged cock while Mike and Pete each took one side and began sucking on her tits. Jack began to French kiss Kathi as Jeff began to slide his manhood into my willing wife.

“You should enjoy this” Lynn said to me. “He can fuck for an hour after he cums once already” And I was treated to the sight of my wife being pleased by FOUR men at once and also a beautiful bride with her sweet pink nipples exposed watching her husband making my wife moan. It only took a few minutes before she lay down on her side on the bed so she could watch from a more comfortable position. I had trouble deciding which was sexier, the group action or the bride as she once again began playing with her own breasts and her other hand made its way down her dress to pull it up for access for her fingers. “You were not k**ding” she said, “I have never been wetter. Watching my husband fuck your wife is making me soak the bed!”

We watched the action as all five of them were lost in their own sexual abandon and we listened as my wife had one orgasm after another and the guys just kept it up, touching, kissing, fucking, sucking, it was incredible.

That’s when I got the surprise of the evening. Lynn had been playing with herself the whole time and had been wiggling and moaning while we watched and I had not noticed she had pulled her dress off and was now on all fours on the bed with one hand fingering her pussy and her head tilted up still watching her husband when she said, “Scott, please get behind me and fuck me. I need your cock in me NOW!” I was shocked but when she reached out and grabbed the front of my pants and pulled me onto the bed, tugging my zipper down, I decided I would not disappoint this sexy lady. As soon as she freed my cock, I scooted behind her and placed the head of my throbbing member at her soaking wet opening and before I could push forward, she pushed back impaling herself fully upon my raging hardness. She brought us to a rhythm that was in sync with her husband’s thrusts into my wife, softly moaning out over and over how hot she was.

I knew I would not be able to last as long as her young husband, so I thought I would help her along and put my thumb in my mouth getting it wet then bringing to her puckered back door. As I applied pressure and it began to slip in, her breath caught and her rocking stopped and she turned her head to me. I could see in her eyes she was unsure about this and I told her to trust me. She nodded and I took my other hand and brought in down under my cock to touch her engorged clit. I rubbed her clit as I eased my thumb into what I know knew was a virgin back door and once it was in to the hilt I began to rock my hips back and forth bring my cock in and out of her steaming hot pussy never stopping my fingers on her clit. It only took two or three minutes but she began to groan how good my thumb felt and then it happened, she started to cum. It was as intense as my wife’s first orgasm earlier and I could feel the muscles of her sex quivering and contracting around my cock and even her anus muscles squeezed my thumb with her uncontrolled lust.

I was surprised I was still holding my own orgasm in with the intense sensory overload, but I kept pumping into her as she shook for at least a minute and a half. Finally she collapsed making my thumb and cock pop out of her and making her gasp from the sensation. As she lay the recuperating I watched as her husband began pounding even faster into my wife making her face turn purple as she was now into non-stop orgasmic overload. I began to stroke my own shaft needing a release when I felt Lynn’s mouth wrap around the head and when I glanced down she was looking up at me with bright eye’s that where shining with her pleasure. I release my hold on myself and instead caressed her hair as her mouth worked its magic. I warned her I was close to Cumming and she pulled away just long enough to tell me she wanted to taste my cum. As she took me back into her mouth I watched as Pete came for the second time only this time in my wife’s mouth. I slid my hands down the side of Lynn’s face reaching as far down as I could until I could just touch the top of her breasts and tease her nipples. They were so hard, like little pebbles and I rubbed them as I felt my balls start to tighten. Lynn must have felt it too for she pushed her face all the way to my pubic hair putting my cock into her throat and I began to cum. I must have shot 10 squirts into her demanding mouth and she never missed a beat. Finally I pulled back giving her a chance to breathe again and she smiled up at me saying “Mmmmm, that was so good. Thanks for giving me such a fantastic wedding present.”

She wrapped herself up in the blanket and I put my pants back on while we watched the guys go for another 30 minutes before they were all exhausted. Jeff and Lynn offered the use of their shower for Kathi to clean up and the boys all told me I had a hot assistant as they dressed and left to their own rooms. Once we got home Kathi slept for 12 hours and was smiling all day. I can’t wait till tonight!
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Yahmil's Wedding (Part One)

"yahmil" (I wo'nt reveal his real name) and I had been friends on xHamster
for quite a long time, we shared similar interests in porn etc. And he'd posted some pictures of his lady, which were a real turn-on! (She has a fantastic figure! Mmmmm)
Anyway! He was marrying the lady in question, and had invited me along, which was a really nice thing to do. A couple of days beforehand, he e-mailed me, and said if I had any mates who were 'up for a good-time', to bring them along too.
I was intrigued, thinking he was planning a stag-do to coincide with his wedding reception? Or the brides-maids were all hot and single?
Eventually, I asked two mates who I'd also met through xHamster, and the three of us arrived in town on the morning of the wedding.

We'd booked rooms in a local pub, and after changing into our 'glad-rags',
met in the bar for a drink before we headed for the Registry Office. I arrived first, followed by Jim. He was 38 years old, and one of the horniest guys I'd ever met! We'd had some great nights out together, which always ended up with us taking home some hot women, and having a great time. Finally Russel joined us.
Born in Birmingham to Carribean parents, and at 40 years old? He was the pussy-magnet Jim and I used to love having nights out with......
women just threw themselves at him (and luckily for us, anyone who was with him!) Big! Black! Handsome! And hung like a donkey! The first couple of times we'd all been having a 'session' with willing young ladies, all in the same room? I'd felt almost intimidated as he undressed! Neither Jim. nor myself is exactly 'small' in the cock department! But beside Russel? We certainly felt that way! ha ha.

The wedding was due to take place at 4.30pm, and we arrived at the Registry Office in the nick of time (one drink had led to another etc!) and were directed to the room where the ceremony was to take place, we dashed in, and the four people standing before the Registrar tuned and stared at us as we burst in! It dawned on me that The 'happy' couple were there with just another couple as witnesses, and we seemed to be the only invited 'guests'! This seemed a bit strange, but the Registrar (a proper 'grumpy' type!) insisted they proceed immediately, so we stood and watched as the ceremony took place and they were declared man and wife.

To be honest, I did'nt hear much of the words, I was too busy staring at the 'bride'! She was gorgeous, had a fabulous figure, and, as we were standing behind them, I could see she had a perfect 'peach' of a bum! I nudged Jim on my left and directed his gaze to her bottom. He grinned, and whistled noiselessly, then did the same with Russel on my right. He leered and licked his lips! At that moment, the talking finished, and everyone signed the register, being rushed along by the grumpy official, who just wanted us all gone so he could go home!

The seven of us gathered in the hall, congratulations were showered on the couple, (face to face? She truly WAS bl**dy gorgeous!) and we asked where the reception was to take place. It transpired we were going back to the Pub where we were staying, which, it 'happened', was only a couple of streets away from the 'happy couples' home! At that stage, I was thinking how 'odd' it was that, apart from the couple who were official witnesses, we were the only guests, and there was no 'proper' reception organised, I was swept along with everyone else, and fifteen minutes later was back in the Pub, ordering a round of drinks!

I was joined at the bar by the 'blushing-groom' and I congratulated him again,
laughing as I told him he was probably going to have a great wedding night 'session' with his gorgeous new bride! Imagine my suprise when he grinned, and said "No mate! YOU guys are gonna have a great wedding night with my gorgeous new bride!" He burst out laughing as he saw the puzzled expression on my face, then whispered the 'plan' for the rest of the evening! His bride had always fantasised about being the centre of a group of horny guys, and he'd said he would 'indulge' her fantasy, but only on the day she married him! He'd figured he could ask us, as we were strangers to her, so, she could walk away from the situation if she changed her mind, or if she decided to go through with it all, she did'nt HAVE to see any of us again if she did'nt want to!

I have to admit, as it dawned on me what was being proposed, my cock decided it was a GREAT idea!! His plan, was to let her have a couple of drinks with us, then they would leave and she would let him know if she was going to go ahead with the 'party'. Either way, he was going to send a message to my phone, with his address if it was yes, or a simple 'no' if she got cold feet! I was'nt to say anything to Jim or Russel until I got his message, or the 'tension' around the table would be unbearable!

I carried the drinks back to the table with trembling hands, and tried to make small talk as I sneaked sly glances at the 'bride' who hopefully, we would all be 'enjoying' on her wedding night!

TO BE CONTINUED... Continue»
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Hawaiian Wedding part 2

So my soon to be s****r in law Lexy and I had come up with a plan to help my b*****r Mark become a better lover. He was according to Lex a good man but an average lover only twice has he given her an orgasm. So she asked me as a wedding present the night before to help her teach my b*****r how to not make love to her but fuck her stupid. I had my doubts it work but I was willing to try to help, personally I felt he would punch my lights out and call off the wedding but she really wanted him to get good at carnal pleasures so here it goes.
We told the rest of the party after the rehearsal dinner that they were going back to their room to relax after final preparations. Everyone bought it and they went back to their room. As requested I gave them about twenty minutes to get cleaned up and showered. When I got to the room and knocked Mark let me in dressed only in a hotel robe and I sat on a chair opposite him on the bed and we shot the breeze for a couple of minutes listening to Lex humming away in the bathroom. I knew what she was doing, she was putting on something smutty to make my b*****r hot.
As she stepped out into the room she had on a hotel robe too and had tied her long red hair into pig tails. If you remember my last story Lex is a chubby woman with huge tits and full lips on a very pretty round face and she loves to show off those titties for sure. I could see the fishnet stockings on her legs as she sat down on a chair by a mirror and began braiding the pig tails. She finished each one with a blue bow and then put on some lipstick to add to those lovely lips.
She turned on the stool and looked at me with a smile that said are you ready? Then she went and sat beside Mark on the bed. I sat quietly as she snuggled in beside him and kissed his cheek.
“baby” she began slowly. “he is hear to help me give you an early wedding present.”
“oh wow cool” he said happily.
She seemed not to know where to begin at first as she tripped over her words. She explained about how she felt about him and how she wanted to spend the rest of her life yadda yadda yadda. Then she hit him with the but one thing she wanted him to change and get better at. She took his hand and told him about how she loved how gentle and respectful he was with her but she needed him to step up the passion if they were going to get through. She then explained how she had not gotten many orgasms and how she felt he was being timid and shy or maybe holding back.
Thats when she hit him with the story of how she and I and my mom had spent the afternoon yesterday in a sweaty screw session that left her so drained from coming that she needed a nap before supper. You could see my b*****rs face drop as she spelled out all the details of our threesome and how it made her feel sexy, desirable and nasty all at once and how she wished he could make her feel that way.
“so Mark, baby your b*****r is going to show you how to fuck.......K?”
“why him? this is stupid!” he got up and was going to leave and she rushed in front of him and blocked his way. She put her hands on his chest and talked slow and got him to calm down, even getting him to accept how she had taken his mother and b*****r on in a dirty three way.
“I asked him to help because of the way he did it, well I mean me.... yesterday, he did not see me as a lady he saw a naked dirty whore and treated me as such.”
“but your not a whore Lex you are a beautiful kind sensationally innocent woman”
“not always Marky K sometimes I want to be a filthy cock sucking whore, and I want you to be able to go there with me, cause if you can’t I will have to find it elsewhere” He looked confused and upset. Yet she pressed on. “ Marky I am not saying we have to fuck like crazy people all the time there is times for tender love making too but you have to deliver and give me satisfaction”
He looked at me with anger but was controlling it and asked me what I did was so great. I explained that when I am with a woman I can’t get off until she does. I treat them like the passionate a****ls they are not the preconceived idea that women are angelic and sweet and need to be respected and treated as delicate flowers all the time. I want them to be nasty, filthy come swallowing tarts.
Thats when the fun really begins.
I had Lex come over to me and had her stand facing him. I undid her robe and pulled it off her shoulders exposing her in a red corset with black satin trim and black panties. The straps on the corset held up the fishnet stockings. Her newly tanned skin looked exotic and dark as she ran her fingertips across her cleavage showing off her blue nail polish. She was sex in the most desirable form. I asked him what he thought when he first saw her like that. His throat was dry and he muttered something about the most beautiful woman ever. That he would enjoy making love to her.
Thats when I corrected him. “nuh unh Mark she stands here looking like that she is not after respect. She wants cock, she wants it deep and a****listic, she wants you to tear that fancy stuff off, eat her pussy and fuck her till she squirts all over the god damn place. Right Lex”
She just nodded in agreement as I ran my fingers up and down her shoulders. I asked her how often he ate her and she said he never had.
I looked at him and shamed him.
“real men” I said “love to eat pussy as much as pound it” I began undoing buttons on the back of the corset letting it fall to the ground after the last button. She stood there her giant tits and huge pink nipples highlighted with a tan line. I reached around and grabbed them with my hands before ripping off her panties. I motioned him over and had him start kneading her tits. He was starting to get it as I told him to pop a nipple in his mouth. She reacted by putting a hand on the back of his head and close her eyes and coo with pleasure.
“hows that Lex”
“that is nice. I love your tongue on my nipples Mark”
“Lexy do you want him to eat your pussy?”
“oh fuck yes” she begged. I led her to the bed and sat her on the edge instructing her to spread her legs and fully expose that hairy pussy. I pulled the tie on his robe and told him to tale it off so he was naked too. I knelt in front of her and began rubbing her pussy with a flat hand causing instant pleasure. She leaned back on her hands but kept her eyes on my hand as I rubbed her. I grabbed him and brought him to his knees in front of her and had him take over the rubbing encouraging him to put a finger on her engorged clit and rub while putting fingers from his other hand inside her already soaked pussy. I could see by her face she was already on the verge of climax when I told him to part her hairy lips and lick her clit. He did as she instructed on where to lick and even when to put his tongue inside her.
I was now kneeling beside her and playing with her massive melons as my b*****r mouth fucked her. “hows that Lex, is he showing improvement?” she just nodded unable to speak as she braced for an orgasm. “is he about to taste your come sexy Lexy” she just nodded again and let out a deep gutteral groan. “hell ya b*o you got her there, now on to the next phase.”
She slid back and pulled him onto the bed on his back and threw her leg over, sliding down on him slowly. All I said was prepare for the ride of the year and she began bucking wildly on him.
“now Marky this is what I have wanted from you!” she was bouncing so hard the bed was moving. She leaned over and grabbed the head board and rose to a crouching position and just rode him like he was a race horse coming twice more before b*****r yelled out he was about to come. She slowed down and rose up and licked the sweat off her tits as she slowly did a hip grind. He let out a gasp and she smiled from ear to ear as he came.
“see baby” she bent down to kiss him. “this is what happens when you push the naughty button.”
She stayed on top for some time as they kissed long and sloppy. She turned her head and looked at me and winked, as he whispered something in her ear. She turned back and kissed him again before getting up and coming over to me.
“I think little b*****r Lex wants to thank you in a special way” Mark said as he turned on his side to watch what came next.
Lex undid my jeans and pushed me down on the chair and bent over and started sucking my dick, and when it was hard she turned her back to me and faced Mark as she sat on my lap and let my dick enter her wet come filled pussy.
She grabbed the arms of the chair for balance as she ground her hips on me while I reached around her chubby frame and twisted her big nipples.
“Never thought you would be getting my sloppy seconds b*o” Mark commented as I brought his fiance to orgasm again and at this point she was in almost continuous climax as I grabbed her hair and pulled back to get a couple of fingers on her clit. I began ramming hard up in her as I rubbed her clit frantically.
“Watch this Mark” he slid off the bed and knelt between her legs as she did not squirt so much as blow her fluid all over his face and in great volume too. He looked like he had come in from a downpour. I pushed her down onto all fours and crouched behind her, after the sex yesterday I knew she liked anal so I drove my dick into her ass.
“see that Mark don’t forget to use her hot little starfish too, she love ass fucking” I slapped her ass hard. “right you freak” She just moaned and nodded. I was running hot and the feeling of my dick in her ass was all I needed and I filled her back door with my thick streams of come.
I pulled out and she slid forward onto her back laying next to another huge wet spot on the carpet. My b*****r was drenched she and I were covered in sweat and spent. I put my pants back on and left the two of them alone.
The next day at the wedding Mark said that he was so spent he almost over slept and missed the wedding. At the reception Lexy gave me a big hug and thanked me for everything.
I expect the wedding night was fulfilling. ... Continue»
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Beau, my wife's fuck buddy's wedding nig




When our friend Beau decided to get married, he asked if we would be so kind as to do their video. It was a hobby of mine to do videos for weddings, proms, football games and school dances.
We agreed and as we finished up with the nights events of videoing almost everything, He invited us to return to the hotel where they both worked and had met for a few drinks and an after the wedding night party with a few friends in their wedding night suite.
It was a huge guest seating are with a large bathroom and spa for 4. there was a separate bedroom with a large king sized bed and lots of floor space..
We got there and the best man was mixing drinks. lots of people..about 12 or so were already sitting down and talking. Beau's wife was trashed(too many drinks on the way to their room with fellow employees wishing them well. We remembered that she was going to be videoed as he carried her from the elevator to the room and she was changing out of her gown. The bridesmaid and my wife convinced her to get back into the gown and we went to the elevator . as we were walking in front of them backwards, She flipped her gown up over her head and said check it out, no panties....She was obviously too d***k. Beau pulled it back down and said we will have to edit that out of the f****y version. We got back to the room and when we entered everyone was leaving. The bridesmaid and my wife and I were the only 2 left. The bridesmaid went into the bedroom and got her undressed and ready for bed. my wife and beau walked into the spa room and closed the door. i figured they might kiss or something, but after about 15 minutes the bedroom door opened and Karen (bridesmaid) walked out. she asked where Beau and my wife went. I said they went downstairs to catch a few more employees before they left. She said his wife was passed out and sl**ping and she had to catch up to the rest of the group before she lost her ride. She kissed me and left. I locked the outer door and listened by the bedroom door. I opened it and saw her laying there curled up with her ass and pussy showing it all to anyone that walked in to the room. I shut the door and listened by the spa room door. it was running and I could hear my wife moaning loudly. I knew they were fucking but couldn't believe they would do this with the situation. Luckily everyone left.I knocked 3 double knocks (a signal we use to let each other know it is safe to open the door. in a few minutes Beau was naked at the door and said hey buddy was up. I laughed and said they were lucky. he walked naked with his big ole hard on bobbing around back to the tub. he got in and my wife was leaning back swigging on a big bottle of champagne and said he figured if she wasn't going to use it they may as well. and he wasn't about to lose out on getting fucked on his wedding night.
So as they got back to fucking for the third time that evening I stripped down and got in with them. I was enjoying the show and as beau came in her for the third time, he got off and said there you go buddy have a fresh one. I ate her out and he sat next to us and watched. he was rubbing my back and as I finished eating her he slipped his cock to my lips and said clean em too please. I did and we went back to the suite and opened up the couch to a bed. Beau slept out there with us and he checked ion his wife a few times and I woke up first in the morning and got the two of them up. We said our good byes and checked in on his wife again and she was still out cold. He told us that she slept all day and woke up at 9pm that night. We said our good byes and went home and enjoyed a bit of rehash and sex and went to sl**p ourselves and she woke up about 3pm and i was up a bit after that. What a night.

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Wedding Panty Memories

My wedding day was perfect. I remember the emotions I went through that day but one thing has remained in my memory: my wedding panties. All that fuss, all the preparations, the church and the party after... my god... I sweated a lot.

Nothing special yet for a wedding, but all started when I went to the restaurant toilet for the first time in that night. It was so arousing for me to see how sweaty was my crotch. Mmmm that lovely pair of sticky lace panties. I could not restrain myself to sniff them and in the next moment i remember starting fingering.... the odor was so powerfull and I quickly finished with a huge juice climax. Then i peed and powdered my nose and get back to the party without saying anything to anyone.

In the morning when we got home I told my husband about my panty sniff from the toilet. I felt guilty for masturbating on the wedding night but he not cared and even become very horny. I was glad to see him getting hard. At that moment he looked at me and told that he wanted to sniff my panties too. In 2 seconds i was undressed and i remember stuffing hard the soiled panty in his mouth. He licked and cleaned them and very soon he finished in them. I took the panties and licked the warm sperm while he'd clean my sweaty stinky pussy with his tongue.

Even today we keep those panties (unwashed) and sniff them from time to time to remember that wonderful day of our life.

I hope you liked the story and hope you get wet reading!

Scuse my engl. Kiss kiss, Bianca... Continue»
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Friend's wedding night

Kristin and I had been best friends since high school, although most of our friends believe we were going to get together one day and get married. It just never happened. Whenever Kristin was single I was with someone and when I was with someone Kristin was single.

For the most part we never really thought about it and actually to be honest we joked around maybe once or twice about how we seem to always alternate. Kristin was a really cool friend to have. As a guy we never really know what women or at the time girls are thinking about. Having her around was like my special decoder whenever my girlfriend was mad at me she would always advise me on what to do or what to say. From her perspective I was the same way. I would give her warning signs about guys and would let her know if someone's really into her or not.

After graduating high school we ended up going to a different school. She went to a state school to study biology and I went to study finance in another state. Despite the distance we always kept in touch and even met up a few occasions.

During her senior year in college she began to distance herself slowly. Our texts were going from once a week to once a month. It was right around the same time she started going out with John. Although it didn't bother me much I just always assumed our friendship will always remain the same. After a couple years I heard they both got engaged and were looking to get married soon.

I decided to move back home after hearing the news. The move was not related to Kristin's engagement but more about the lack of job where I lived. I took a job at one of the top firms in the state and made a decent living.

After a few weeks Kristin heard from a few friends that I was back. She sent me a text to meet and have a drink at this bar by my job. She wanted to catch up and see how things are going. She began the night by showing me her engagement ring and announce the wedding date is next month. I was curious why they are rushing this, I joked if she was pregnant. She laughed and said that they were both in love and did not see the point in waiting. It wasn't like they met and got married a few months later. They were together for a couple of years that's more than plenty of time to get to know someone.


We continued to drink and I am not sure how we got to this topic but we started talking about why we never got together. We always thought it was funny that people were so wrong thinking we would be together. We continued to talk and I kinda confessed I had a thing for her but just poor timing that I never asked her out. She laughed and said the same thing. There were times where she wanted to tell me but she didn't want to make it seem like she was jealous or did not want to mess up what we had.

On our way home we walked by some of our old place we hung out in and just brought back some good memories. Everything seems well until we passed by this tree where we carved "JJ + KB = BFF". She reached for my hand and with such passion we both leaned in for a kiss.

It was soft, sensual, and so much passion. We kissed for what seemed like an eternity. After snapping out of this trance, we both pulled away realizing the situation. She was engaged to be married and we were just friends!

Not sure how she was going to react but after that night she began to avoid me again like I had some contagious disease. She stopped responding to my text.

On her wedding day I was contemplating on just skipping. I wasn't sure it would be appropriate to be there and the fact that she has not spoken to me might be a sign that I need to get out of her life.

After a long decision process I decided to go. Not only did I commit and sent the RSVP, I also wanted to show Kristin that it was ok and that we can move on. The ceremony was beautiful and Kristin was absolutely gorgeous. While making her rounds she walked to our table as her husband was talking to a friend, Kristin gave me a hug and slipped a note and a hotel key in my back pocket. The note said to be in this room around 3 am.

I had no idea what this meant but I was curious of what this could be. My mind was racing all night and finally decided to go into this room. It was the brides room where she got ready. I guess she must have asked the hotel to allow her to keep this room available to her for tonight.

I decided to watch a movie to kill the time and at around 1:30 I heard a knock. I opened the door and it was Kristin in her pajama. I let her in and before I could say a word she leaped into my arms and continued what we had from that night. No words were spoken just her looks and the pure passion between the two of us. As we continued to kiss I slowly lowered her in the bed. Kissing her body all the way down her thighs. I began to tease around her area kissing her thighs and working my way around her stuff. Finally after a few minutes of teasing I stuck my tongue from the bottom and making my way to her clit. I slowly licked around her clit as she convulse slowly as her body began to orgasm. I wanted to please her every way I can and continued to lick her up and down.

After the second orgasm she was ready for me. She grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up. Kissing me with her juices still fresh on my lips. She guided my shaft inside her as we began to move in sync. We continued to kiss while I pulled all the way out and reinserting all the way in. She moaned deeply with each move. Trying to hold on as long as I could, the moment was just too much for me to bear and quickly came inside her. We closed our eyes for a moment as we laid on each others arms.

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