Was That A Trick or A Treat

Jon and I were always ones who made the holidays fun. I think we celebrated every single holiday there was in America. I think our personal favorite is Halloween now. It use to be Christmas, but a few years ago on Halloween we had a rather interesting experience that I think made it our favorite.

It was Halloween evening and Jon and I had finished decorating the house. We had plastic ghosts and witches hanging from the trees in our yard and green and orange lights lined our doors and windows. We had those jack-o-lantern lawn bags all over our yard filled with leaves and we had carved our own jack-o-lantern together and placed it on the front steps. I think we were the only people in the neighborhood that actually decorated. Jon and I huddled together in the front yard looking at the sight and holding each other tight.

It was already very cold in Michigan then, probably 40 degrees. Jon had his arms around me and had pulled me into his large trench type coat. “Well, it’s not scary” he spoke and I just giggled. I nestled into his warm comforting chest and pressed my hourglass figure against him. His hands caressed up and down my back slowly massaging and working into my muscles. Jon always knew how to relieve my tension.

We slowly made a lap around the house looking at our work. It was quickly becoming dark and Jon and I went inside to get dressed into our costumes. I slipped into this tight little short black dress and placed on the pointed black witch hat. I wore thigh high fishnet stockings and six inch black pumps and carried a little broomstick. Jon always called me his little witch.

Jon came out of the bathroom in full vampire gear. The cape was a bit short, but other than that he was gorgeous. I always wanted to fuck a vampire. To bad they are not real. Jon and I then made our way into our living room. We had set out several candy dishes for kids to collect their candy on their own outside and Jon and I were going to go down the street to the party at our friend Brian’s house. We left about 9:00pm walking down the sidewalk and admiring all the little ghosts, goblins, werewolves, vampires, ninjas, and princesses that strolled down the streets with their parents with bags full of candy.

We decided to cut through the wooded path to get to Brian’s house quicker and we huddled together as the cold wind chapped our faces. The path was very narrow and dark, but Jon and I had walked it many times before. When we reached the center of the path Jon stopped me and pulled me to him kissing me with his sweet tender lips. “I love you, Gena” he spoke to me and I smiled returning the three words with just as much sincerity. He held me there for a moment and we then turned to continue on the path, but when we looked up there before us was a man towering over the two of us.

He must have been at least seven foot tall considering he looked down at Jon and Jon was six foot two inches. He was dressed like Jon, but so much more believable. His hair was long and black and it cascaded down over his shoulders like a waterfall over rocks. His body was perfect, trimmed and fit so that his costume hugged him so tightly I could pick out each muscle in his abdomen. I shivered. This man was completely gorgeous, but something about him did strike me the wrong way. His eyes were very pale and yellow.

“Good evening” he spoke to the two of us and Jon smiled and returned the greeting extending his hand to the gentleman. The man took his hand and I could see the look in Jon’s eyes when he shook his hand. It was almost like terror.

Jon places his hand on mine and I felt that his hand was freezing cold and I looked at him and then to the man. “Can I help you?” Jon asked the gentleman still acting a little freaked out.

“Yes” the man, said, “Yes you can” he paused a moment giving us both a sly looking smile and then before I knew it he had grabbed me.

I was motionless in these creatures’ arms and though Jon attempted to free me from the man it was no use. His strength was incredible. “Don’t hurt her please,” Jon pleaded with him, but by then I had realized that the man’s intentions were not to hurt me. His hand had begun to caress my back gently as his other arm and the cape he wore circled around my body.

Jon stood there in horror not knowing what was going to happen, but for some reason I felt safe and I gave him a reassuring smile. The man’s hand had begun to wander around my form and, though hidden from Jon by the cape, his hand had begun to caress my right breast and pinch at my nipple. I must have squirmed a bit as this happened, but it was so pleasurable so different. This man was extremely gentle though wanting.

My back was pressed to him as he continued his assault on my form. The hand that caressed my back had now slid down my thigh and lifted my dress. His cold fingers caressed my inner thigh and teased my senses. I could feel myself growing wet as I looked at Jon. I did not know if he knew what was happening, but from the look on my face he must have seen that I was very pleasured.

The man’s hand found my silk panties and he rubbed my soft shaved mound through them. He had to have felt my warm juices seeping from me slowly and soaking my panties. I pressed back against him some and I felt his member pressing against my ass through his black pants. It seemed enormous. His hand ripped my panties from me and Jon must have seen him drop them to the ground because he jumped a moment, but then went back to watching.

This turned me on even more, having my husband watch as this man seduced me. The man’s fingers rubbed at my mound then parted my wet lips and began to slide across my throbbing clit. “Mmmmmm” I spoke, letting this escape my lips as he pleasured my love button. I found that I was grinding myself against his hand and then pushing my ass harder against his rock hard cock. My hand found it’s way there to his pants and I rubbed his erection through it as it begged to get out.

The man dropped the cape and now Jon could see what he was doing to me. Jon looked on as though he were watching some sort of porno movie as the man continued to work on me. His long thick fingers slid into my dripping wet hole and I moaned out like crazy. The man looked over at Jon and spoke “Come over here and help me” Jon obeyed as though he were too the man’s slave. Jon knelt to his knees and only after a second I felt his hot tongue sweeping across my clit.

The man stepped back and freed his cock from its bounds and walked back to me and turned me towards him and he stuck his cockhead against my lips. “Suck it you little witch,” he demanded and I without hesitation allowed my tongue to dart out to his member and begin to suck it. Jon let his fingers begin to roam about my pussy. He slid a couple fingers in then began to move them in and out of me. I was in ecstasy as I let the man’s enormous cock slide down into my throat. He was at least 10 inches, but somehow I managed to take him all in to where his balls were resting on my chin. As I sucked the man’s beautiful cock Jon positioned himself under me and began to eat my pussy like crazy. I trembled and shivered like mad as my juices spread across his face. I sucked harder and harder on the man’s cock and massaged his balls with one of my free hands. Jon ravaged my sweet pussy.

The man stopped me and looked down at Jon and said “Now I am going to fuck this little witch like she never has been before” Jon got out from underneath me and the man pushed me forward onto my hands and knees. “Suck your man’s cock,” he commanded and with that Jon freed his member and let it meet my face. I took it in quickly seeing Jon was unbelievably rock hard. The man positioned himself behind me and I could feel the head of his large cock probing at the entrance to my pussy. I pushed my body against him wanting that cock in my pussy so bad and he reacted by slamming it all the way into me as hard as he could.

I gagged on Jon’s cock as I went forward and the man began to slam me like crazy. Jon’s 8-inch prick twitched in my mouth as my tongue played all over it. I was moaning like crazy when I heard Jon actually get verbal. “God, Gena baby suck my cock, suck it like you never have before” I rammed his cock into my mouth taking it all into my throat. He shivered and moaned like mad as I did so.

The man continued to pound away at my pussy driving his cock further and further into my warm wet hole. He pounded so hard that it felt like he was going to rip me apart, but I was loving it. The harder and faster he went, the harder and faster I wanted it. He fucked me for several minutes then stopped and looked at Jon and spoke “Lay down for her so the hot little slutty witch can ride you.” Jon lay down and I crawled over to him and sat upon his cock impaling my pussy with it and began to ride him for all he was worth, but the man was not finished with his fun. I heard him approach me and felt his fingers rub against my clit scooping up some of my juices and he the rubbed it on my tiny little asshole.

I flinched a moment as I felt one of his long fingers invade my ass and lube the inside of the hole. “I’m gonna fuck this little slutty witches ass” he spoke as he kneeled behind me. I felt the humongous head of his cock probe against my small asshole and I shivered a moment as it did. He then with no mercy slammed his entire prick into my ass and I screamed out in pleasure now having both my holes filled with beautiful cocks. He pounded into my ass as I rode Jon’s beautiful cock.

I looked down at Jon as he spoke “Oh my god, baby, I can feel his cock in you. It’s rubbing against mine. “Oh my god it feels so damn good” Jon was getting close to coming I could tell and the man continued to fuck my ass hard and fast.

“Do you like this you little witch? Do you like having my cock in your ass and your man’s cock in your pussy? I know you like it you little slutty witch.” The man spoke as he slammed into my ass.

“Yes, oh my god yes” I replied, “Fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck my pussy, oh my god it feels so good” I spoke through my moans.

Jon’s cock began to twitch in my pussy and just as I noticed it he spoke “Oh god baby I am coming. I am coming in your hot little pussy” his neck arched back as he filled my sweet pussy with his seed.

At about the same time the man began to release his load into my ass saying “God yes…. I am coming in your ass you witch! I am going to fill it full of my come. ” He screamed out in ecstasy as I felt his load invade my ass. I myself came at that very moment as well all over Jon’s twitching cock.

I was looking down at Jon and screaming out like mad “I’m coming Jon, oh my god I am coming”

The man pulled his prick free from my ass and zipped up his pants and was gone in a flash. I stood up and looked at Jon as he put away he still semi hard member. I pulled my dress down and we turned around on the path and went back home. Jon kind of giggled to himself on the way there and as we walked into the door of our house he spoke “Well honey, did you guess that I knew that was going to happen?” he laughed again as I just looked at him. He then spoke again “I guess you got your Trick and your Treat.”

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Wife Drinking At The Strip Club

I am a 40 year old male who is married to a 34 year old woman named Cindi. She is 5’7″ 139 pounds, and blond with blue eyes. She wears her hair shoulder length. We have two young children and just don’t find the time to go out anymore. So this particular Saturday, we were able to drop off the kids at my mother in laws and go out. When my wife was getting ready to go, I walked in the bedroom and she had put on a blue jeans skirt, a white sweater blouse with no bra and black boots. She then said that she had a surprise for me and bent over while pulling up her skirt. She was wearing no panties and instead had on an all in one garment that was stockings with a garter belt attached. I pleaded with her to fuck me right then and there, but she said not now! 

We went to dinner at a nice suburban restaurant and my wife drank most of a bottle of Pinot Gris. When we left the restaurant, she was already buzzing and wanted to stay out later. We drove down the boulevard until we decided to go to this strip club that we had been to before. She likes to go there when she’s drunk. It’s not too bad a place actually, it’s clean and they’re friendly there. I thought this could get hot, my wife has no panties on and we’re going to a titty bar. It was however unlikely anyone would see anything as her skirt was down past her knees. 

So when we got there we went to a table back away from the stage. While we walked back there, I could feel all the men’s eyes on her. We ordered a drink and watched the show. They have 1 dollar vodka cranberry drinks there, and my wife took advantage of that. She was on her second drink before I had half my beer consumed. As she got drunker, she got more interested in the dancers. She started to go up to the stage to tip them and be closer to them. They strippers really took an interest in my wife’s attention. They seemed to pay her more attention than other patrons. They would lean in real close to her and dangle their tits in her face. My wife was loving it! I might add that the other men in the club seemed to like watching the dancers being flirty with my wife. She would occasionally come back to sit at my table, but as she drank that became less frequent an occurrence. There were times, I thought that she must be so drunk, she forgets I’m here too. 

Anyway, the fun really started when my wife went up to watch a stripper named “Siren” do her thing. She’s a tall very thin brunette with an amazing body. My wife has liked watching her before. The strippers would dance two songs at a time and were usually nude by the middle of the second song. On the second song, my wife tucked the dollar bill in her blouse seemingly to dare her to come get it. The surprise was how she got it. Rather than put her head down her blouse, she lifted her blouse retrieving the dollar and kissing both of her tits. All of the men’s eyes around the stage were glued on the two of them. Siren then pulled back and recovered her so that she could show some love to the other tippers. 

After her second dance she departed the stage and another brunette got up to dance. This one was more medium build with nice breasts. They were probably a full C cup bra. She also took particular interest in my wife. She was dangling her tits in her face and just being very friendly. The men loved seeing this, especially the older gentleman sitting next to her. He was grey, a little heavyset and probably in his sixties. He had spoken with my wife at times, leaning in closer to make himself heard over the music. After her two dances were over, I could just make out the dancer asking my wife if she could give her a private dance for free. She said she really wanted to dance for her. My wife was rather drunk at this point and was very agreeable. The two of them ventured back to the VIP area. 

The VIP area is nothing more than a separate area of the club with five foot walls surrounding it and leather couches all along the inside. I truly think my wife was completely wasted, because she didn’t say a word to me, she just got up and went back there. Being drunk, I think she forgot about me. When they went back there, they went in and disappeared below the wall. I got up and walked over there to the side where they would be and peered over the wall. I am 6’2″ so it was not difficult to see below. The bouncer came over immediately and asked what I was looking at. I explained it was my wife getting a dance and he understood and moved away. 

When I looked down, I saw my wife laying back on a leather couch, with the stripper hovering over her very close. Upon further examination, they were making out, and I mean sucking face passionately. My wife’s hands were squeezing her tits and I thought to myself, “holy shit this is hot!” Five feet to the right of my wife was another older gentleman, probably in his late 50s getting a lap dance also. He appeared to be wearing a wedding band, but was here alone. He would occasionally look over at my wife and seemed to find that as interesting as the woman dancing for him. The private dances lasted two songs at this club and I think he was on his last song while my wife was on her first. After a few minutes of sucking face and massaging each others tits, the stripper kneeled in front of my wife and guided her skirt up a bit. 

My wife was drunk as hell and I am not sure if she knew she was doing that or not. The stripper let out a soft squeal, and called Cindi a dirty girl when she discovered she had no panties on. She then moved back up over her and off to her side making out with my wife again, but now her hand disappeared up her skirt. Being up and behind, I couldn’t see up her skirt, but I am sure she was fingering my wife, due to the way I could see her breathing change. This lasted through the rest of the first song. When it was over the stripper for the guy left and he started to get up too, then leaned over and asked if he could watch them. I didn’t quite hear their response, but I think he liked it and sat down on the couch to the immediate right of my wife. Before he did, he caught a glimpse of me watching and looked at me questionably for approval, I nodded that it was okay with me. At the time, there was nobody else back there and my wife had no idea I was watching all of this as I was behind and above her behind the five foot wall. She was also so drunk, I doubt she even remembered I was there. 

As the second song begins the stripper is to my wife’s left making out with her and with her hand up her skirt that is pulled halfway up her thigh, while the older guy was sitting to her right, very close almost leaning into her. As my wife made out with the stripper, she was gyrating her hips slowly enjoying the hand of the stripper. The guy sitting to her right reached over and placed his hand on her stocking mid thigh. Feeling that, my wife pulled away from the kiss to see who that was and looked at him again. She smiled, leaned over and kissed him. My heart was racing because I was conflicted. I wanted to put a stop to this while at the same time, I was hard and wanted to see what she would do. She then kissed the stripper again and then back to the guy. She was in heaven. She then reached over and gently rubbed his groin which was bulging. He then moved his hand to her skirt and pulled upwards slightly. She helped him by lifting her butt a little bit while still kissing the dancer. He pulled up her skirt enough so that even I could see her pussy exposed now. His hand moved down and now both of them were rubbing her pussy. 

This was unbelievable to me seeing this. The dancer and the guy knew I was watching this and were giving me a great show. This guy was old enough to be her father and his finger was in her pussy. 

My wife still squeezing his bulge, prompted him to, with his free hand, to undo the button and zipper on his pants and pull out his dick, which was stiff. My wife grabbed it and squeezed it, then slowly stroked it. The second song was coming to an end, but I don’t think they much cared. When the third song began, the music was “girls, girls, girls” by Motley Crue and my wife was now kissing the dancer while still stroking his dick. While my wife’s head was turned he looked up and back at me again with a look like is this okay? I gestured it was nodding and he then got up somewhat and kneeled in front of my wife. He pulled her forward by the hips so that her hips were over the edge of the couch and while she was still kissing the dancer he pulled his bulging cock up and placed it at the entry way to her pussy. He then slowly guided it in and began to fuck my wife. Her legs were out to his sides and he was holding her by the hips. My wife, mother of two and devoted spouse was now getting fucked in a strip club by a guy old enough to be her father. Holy Shit that was hot. 

While he fucked her, she would occasionally look at him and then kiss the dancer again. About halfway through the song, she said she had to go get ready for her next stage performance and make some money. She said, “I’ll leave you two alone” and gave me a wink as she left. He then took her legs and put them up near her head and stood up so that he could fuck her plunging down deep into her pussy. As he fucked her, he now kissed her and would occasionally look up at me. Alcohol had turned my wife into a fuckslut. She was moaning and then told him to fuck her brains out. I nearly came in my pants. She was reaching out and grabbing his buttocks to pull his dick deeper inside her. Just then he arched his back and was cumming into her. (she had a tubal ligation, so I am not worried about pregnancy). He would thrust deep to shoot his load into her and then stopped altogether. 

They started to put themselves together and I went back to my table. She exited the VIP area and looked a little disheveled. She went right to the bathroom, no doubt to wipe up all the cum. When she came out, I met her at the restroom door and said hello. I said, “that must have been some dance, you were back there for three songs.” She said yes it was and that she really liked her dance with the stripper, but was tired now and wanted to go home. We did and when we got home, she passed out on the bed. I was sure to fuck her too, while she was out cold and shot my load up in her. 

The next morning, she seemed to not remember the night before. I wasn’t sure is she did or not, but she then asked me if we had fucked. I said yes. She said her pussy was all gooey and hairs were stuck together. What a night!

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Wife At The Movies

It was hard not to stare at the three of them standing in front of her. They were tall, tanned, and had great shoulders under their tee-shirts. And, from the look of their hands she was sure she had nice cocks to match. I’d like to ride one of those, she thought.

“Excuse me?” one of them turned and said to her. 

She was mortified as she realized the words had left her mind and come right out of her mouth. “Oh, sorry,” she said. At this point all three of them were looking at her with coy grins. 

“No problem,” the tallest one said. Then they took their tickets and headed through the door. They talked under their breaths as they moved and then all three turned to look at her before the door shut behind them. 

She took her ticket and headed into the dark theater. There were quite a few people in the room, but as she scanned the dimly lit arena she saw the three guys in the back corner gesturing in her direction. She took a quick look around and, when she realized they were truly calling her, she headed in their direction. Her heart was beating so fast and her panties were getting wetter and wetter with each step. 

“Hi” she said as she stepped beside them. She took her place in the middle of two of them; the third one was just over from them. 

Minutes after the movie started she felt an arm over her shoulder and fingers tickling her nipples. Suddenly another hand was on her knee and slowly sliding up her skirt and into her sopping pussy. She could have come from the mere excitement rushing through her body. Although hands were now fondling her both guys kept their eyes straight ahead on the screen. 

She let her knees fall apart a little more so that big hand could finger fuck her a little better. He was working slowly, though; his fingers teasingly circled her clit, pushing her to want big cock even more. She turned to the guy with his fingers in her pussy and as they caught eyes he pulled his hand from between her legs and stuck his fingers in her mouth. With pussy on her lips she then turned to the other guy and licked his lips to give him a taste. That was all he needed to encourage him to slip down on the floor and bury his face between her legs. 

The guy that had started with his fingers in her pussy now had his cock out and grabbed her hand to stroke him. His cock was exactly what she thought it would be – hard, fat, and long. She stroked it hard, trying not to come as the guy between her legs now had fingers in her ass and pussy while he licked like crazy. There was no shame by now as the third guy slid in for some action, too. All of a sudden she had a second cock in her hand and, again, it was nice. Here she was: legs spread, a hottie eating her pussy, a big cock in each hand, and all she could think about was getting fucked. 

Since they were at the back of the theater she didn’t see any problem with getting the cock she wanted. She pushed the guy out from between her legs, sat him down on the chair, and knelt in front of him to pull his cock out and see what she was dealing with. He had a good one, but not what she wanted. 

It was the second guy she wanted first. So, she pulled up her skirt, used her fingers to spread her pussy lips apart, and lowered her body right over his fat dick. Since her back was to him as she rode him he reached around to pinch her nipples with each pussy stroke she gave him. She still had the middle guy’s cock in her hand and soon she was riding his cock just as hard. 

The third guy leaned over in her ear as she was grinding her pussy on his buddy and said, “Isn’t it my turn yet?” 

She nicely obliged and took position on his dick… and boy, it was the best of them all. He grabbed her hips and gently pushed them in a little circle to get her moving. He slipped his hand around to play with her at the same time and, without warning, she started coming all over that nice pole. 

She must have been making more noise than she thought because a couple in front of them turned around to see what the commotion was about. She didn’t care. She rode as hard she could and then he was ready to come. She jumped off and bent over to stick his cock in her mouth so she could enjoy every drop. Seeing her pussy was free one of the other guys didn’t hesitate. Instantly she had another cock pounding away. 

She had sucked everything she could off her first guy and, with a big dick still inside her, she turned to the third guy and took his cock in her mouth. She couldn’t get it deep enough in her mouth! She sucked and sucked and all of a sudden felt warm cum all over her thighs from the guy behind her. She reached between her legs and started finger fucking herself as she brought the third guy to climax in her mouth. She came again just as he shot his wad all over her lips. All three guys were now reclined back in their chairs and breathing hard.

At this point she needed some fresh air and a cold drink. She stood up, pulled her skirt down, and stepped over the guys and out into the isle. The movie wasn’t that good anyway, she though, as she headed out the exit.

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Interracial Bachelorette Party

These are my real life stories. Short, too the point and meant to get guys across the world jacking to these stories. I am small petite girl, 23, 5’3″, 110, blonde, 32a.

Something about bachelorette parties makes us girls do all sorts of naughty stuff. My friend Jackie, 24 years old was ready to settle down for one cock for life (or at the very least till her pussy takes over and she cheats). She and I both new each others slutty side as we have partied for 3 years together. Her maid of honor, Carrie was a bigger slut than either one of us and she was responsible for organizing the bachelorette party. We knew it will be wild.

On the evening, the limo service was to pick us 8 girls from Carrie’s house and we were to show up at Jackie’s place and pick her up. We girls had our slutty party clothes, fuck us heels, sexy thongs, and lots of cleavage and skin were ready for the limo. Drinks and shots started at Carrie’s place itself, so by the time we were in the limo, some of us were already in a great mood. We reached Jackie’s place by 10 and she was ready in her naughty white short dress too. With her tiara on, sash saying ‘Naughty Slut’ we were in the limo on our way to ‘this place’. The limo was loaded with drinks and we girls were all having fun. The partition between the driver and us was also down and we were sure the driver was seeing a lot of panties as none of us were careful as we sat. We were like these teenage kids falling over each other, kissing a little and just having fun.

30 minute drive later we pulled at this strip mall area. A call later by Carrie, 2 black guys showed up and got in the car dressed in tight jeans and shirt. Both were 25-30 year old and really fit guys. These were our strippers for the night and the party was to start in the limo. All of us girls (all white), were soon all over these guys. Touching them, feeling them, finding our way to touch their cock through the jeans, we girls were almost mauling these guys. They slowly managed to peel us one by one off them. We sat, and hooted and hollered for the show to start.

In the moving limo, with the partition still down the guys did their best to stand and started to dance to the music. We girls were moving our hands, laughing, giggling as we saw their tshirts come off to show tight 6 pack abs. One of the girls closest to them had her hands on their tight stomach. We girls were high on drinks and obviously were not hiding much of our pussies as our thongs were all over and legs wide open. One of the girl even had her thong pushed to the side as she touched herself watching these guys. Soon the jeans were gone.

All girls sat in a L shaped area and the guys in their man thong were down on their knees walking around as dogs sniffing our pussies, licking the fabric, even pushing the fabric to the side for a few and licking the clit lightly. When Jerome (one of the guys and the on

e I wanted to fuck) made his way to my pussy, I pushed his head in my pussy hard to grind his face in my pussy. Jerome did not mind that either and was licking my pussy through my red thong. Mmmmm. I hated when he had to pull away and work his way to other pussies.

30 minutes of getting our pussies tasted, girls fingering themselves with a few already climaxed, we reached the night club. Jerome and Justin were our escorts for the night. They had 8 slutty girls and a would be bride grinding themselves to them in the VIP section we were at. Their hands were on our tits, ass, stomach and we girls were having a blast. The boys were making sure we girls were getting their attention. Other patrons at the night club were watching 9 slutty girls have fun with these 2 black guys and were surely jealous and wanted to be part of our VIP section.

During the evening, I kissed Jerome often, felt his cock, let him feel my wet pussy and once managed to sneak him into the corner while other girls danced and made him finger fuck me. God I was so horny for him. I asked if he would like to take me to his place after the night was over and fuck me? He was more than happy to take me and fuck me but he may be fucking Jackie per Carries instruction. I wondered why his friend may not do the service and he come with me. He smiled and told both of them may be tag teaming Jackie’s pussy and ass tonight. I was so jealous. All evening after that I was a little pouty. Jerome knew and he would often come and try to grind against me and I would brush him off. He slipped his phone number to me and I threw it away out of spite.

We girls were having fun and I knew Jackie will be the luckiest for the night. Not wanting my pussy to be lone for the night, I scouted the floor and saw a 6’3″, 25 something black guy moving to the rhythm. I ushered him to us in the VIP section and learned his name was Ugestra and he was from South Africa. Couple of other girls in our group took fancy to him too but I quickly let them know that Ugestra was mine for the night. the girls went ahead and found their fuck buddies. That left Ugestra grinding his cock in my ass as we danced. He was not shy and kept telling how much he enjoys fucking white American girls. I was glad to be his next notch as I just needed to fuck. Ugestra would have his hands all over my ass, on my pussy, pushing thongs to the side and fingering me.

It was 4AM and a few girls had already left with their fuck buddies. I was ready to go with Ugestra and after saying goodbye to Jackie and Carrie and giving the dirty look to Jerome, left. I was horny and once in Jerome’s car, I had one leg on the dash, other leg open wide, thong pushed to the side as I rubbed my clit. My eyes closed I gave Ugestra a show as he drove. He would often reach over and push his finger in my sloppy wet pussy. Few minutes later, i was cumming hard. That made me even more horny. I pulled out Ugestra’s cock and started to suck him while he drove. He was moaning loud as he pushed my head down on his big fat black cock.

I needed a cock now so I asked him to pull over. We pulled in a residential suburb and parked ourselves in the drive way of a random house. In the wee hours of morning, I had Ugestra’s jeans and underwear on his ankles, his cock buried deep in my pussy as I fucked him right there. He was strong and bounced my small petite frame on his cock easy. His thickness filled me completely. I was moaning, biting his neck, kissing as he fucked me till he came deep in me. His hot cum making me convulse. He squeezed out every drop out of his balls. I slumped back in my seat and as we drove I felt cum ooze out of my pussy.

Ugestra talked dirty all the way telling me how he likes small white sluts like me and how he will fuck my white pussy with his black African cock. That turned me on even more. Once at his place, Ugestra picked me up like a rag doll, walked to his bedroom and threw me down on his bed. My top slid open exposing my small tits. My mini skirt was not covering anything either and my thong had the biggest cum spot on them. Ugestra got naked and his cock was hard again. In the light of the room I could see his cock was almost as thick as my wrist and no wonder why I felt so full when he fucked me. He pulled me by my neck and had me sitting on the bed edge, his cock shoved in my mouth. He asked me to suck his black cock. his talks were so hot.

I sucked his cock like the slut I am. Minutes of bobbing my head up and down on his shaft as he pinched my nipples, face fucked me, pushed my head further deep on his cock, pushing ever inch of his cock in my mouth. Soon he has ready and pulled out and asked me to go doggy style. At the edge of the bed, he pulled my thong, leaving it on one ankle, made me spread my legs a little more and pushed his cock in my pussy. My really wet pussy. He was fucking me, smacking my ass and calling me names. His cock was completely lubed by my juices and as he fucked me, a couple of his fingers started to open my ass hole. Spitting on his finger, he lubed and opened my ass. I was not sure I culd take his thick cock in my ass.

I asked him to be gentle when he pulled his cock and placed his cock head on my ass. I dont know if he did not hear me or did not care, he was pushing his cock quick into my ass. It hurt and I tried pulling away but he held me by my waist as I turned to get away and kept pushing his thick cock in me. I yelled back but he did not slow down. Soon 2 inch, then 3 then 4 and then 5 inch of that thick cock was already in my ass. It hurt like hell and I teared up. But he kept fucking away. Soon it hit that point when it started to feel real good. So my moans turned from pain to pleasure. Ugestra knew he had me and picked his pace even more. Soon he was cumming in my ass. Filling my second hole with his cum. Once he had emptied his balls he pulled out and I fell face down on his bed.

I lay there in my top pulled down, my skirt around my waist and my thong around one ankle. Ugestra grabbed some water for both of us. After a few sips I fell back on the bed. I was used well and felt good. The sun was starting to come up and I was ready to leave. i asked him to drop me to this coffee shop close to my house but he had other plans. He got in bed next to me and put his limp cock in my mouth and asked me to suck. I was not sure why but the way he said it, I took his cock in my mouth and started to suck him. My small white hands enveloped his thick black cock as I sucked him. His fingers were buys on my pussy again and I was surprised he had my pussy getting wet again.

Soon we were in 69 position going at each other. He said he wanted to cum in my mouth as that was the last hole left where he had not dumped his cum. I was eager to taste him too so started to suck and stroke him anting him to let it all in my mouth. His tongue busy in my pussy I had my leg soon wrapped around his neck as he worked on my pussy. Soon he was moaning and I knew he was ready to cum but I was not. I slowed down the sucking wanting him to last till I came but he started to face fuck me wanting to cum. So I pulled out his cock and told him I wanted him to fuck me first, make me cum and then i will let him cum in my mouth.

Ugestra was horny as hell and was fine with pulling out and fucking my pussy. He turned me on the bed on my back, spread open my legs and got on top of me. he pushed his big thick cock in my wet pussy and started to ride me hard. I was moaning and telling him I needed to cum and he should not cum till I have. I had my fingers on my clit as I was being fucked, getting closer and closer to cumming and then it happened. I shuddered hard and my pussy came. His cock was being slobbered with more cum. He knew he had done his job an immediately pulled his cock wet with my cum and shoved it in my face.

he was sitting on my breast with his cock in my mouth and I stroked, sucked and licked till it was his turn to explode. He let the remaining amount of cum in his balls in my mouth as he groaned. Once empty he fell next to me. He kept telling me how much he enjoyed fucking another white slt and how we girls love his black cock. I did not care what he thought as I got my need fulfilled and was ready to leave. Plus I knew I will never see him again and was gone in the next 15 minutes after a great night of fucking.

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Changing Room

I run a clothing store at a shopping center. Early one weekday morning, shortly after opening, a young man entered and said he was interested in buying a pair of jeans. Without paying much notice, I directed him to the back of store, where we keep a fairly large supply.

About 10 minutes later, with no other customers in the store, I decided to check up on him. I left Louise, an elderly woman who works for me, at the cash register and went to the back.

As I approached the man, he was sorting through clothes. He looked like a student from the nearby college. He was wearing a very short pair of shorts, a T-shirt and sandals. He had dirty blonde hair, and, I noticed, was lean yet well-built and quite good looking.

Now, the fact that he was good looking didn’t mean much to me. After all, I was old enough to be his mother — 49 years old, to be exact.

As I got closer, he was squatting down to look at some jeans on a low shelf. I looked at him and was shocked to see his penis hanging down from the edge of his shorts. He seemed oblivious to it. He pivoted toward me to look at another shelf, giving me an even better view.

I was stunned and immediately started to get a tingling I had not felt in some time. I had been divorced for seven years, and my love life was nonexistent. To tell you the truth, I had kind of sworn off men after the divorce, and basically didn’t think about sex.

But all of a sudden, here was a handsome young man flashing me — apparently unintentionally. His penis was very long and thick — much more so than my ex-husband’s. It seemed like I was staring at him for minutes, but it was really only a few seconds. He abruptly stood up, said he wanted to try on a few pairs of jeans he had selected, and asked where the changing room was. I said I’d show him.

I led him to the back corner of the store. We have two changing rooms with pull curtains. He went in and pulled the curtain, but it didn’t close all the way. Of course, with my appetite now whetted, I had to stand there and watch. He wasn’t wearing underwear. He dropped his shorts with his back to me, showing off a marvelously chiseled rear end. He also took off the T-shirt. He then slipped on a pair of jeans.

As he was about to come out of the room, I pretended I was rearranging clothes at a nearby rack. As I watched him out of the corner of my eye, he went to a mirror and looked at the jeans. He then called me over.

My eyes immediately went to his now-bare chest. As I said, he was quite well built, with a deep suntan. He may have been just a kid, but he was hunk! I felt flush and was surprised by my response.

For his part, he was totally nonchalant. He asked how I thought the jeans fit. They were clearly too big. I moved to his left side and with my left hand pulled the pants away from his waist to demonstrate. As I did so, I caught a glimpse of his pubic hair. I looked up at him. He just smiled and said, “Okay, let me try another pair.”

At this point, I was really starting to get hot. I couldn’t imagine that this guy was interested in me. While I am attractive, with dark hair and large boobs, I have put on a few pounds. And I was wearing a plain blouse and a knee-length skirt. But I figured, at least I can enjoy the view.

He went back in the changing room. Again the curtain was slightly open. I quickly looked around. No one else had come to the back of the store. I moved to my right, near another rack of clothes, to get a better angle to see the young man. He slipped off the jeans.

As he reached for the next pair, he turned slightly, and I got a view of his cock from the side. I could not believe how big it was. While he was a well-built guy, his cock was disproportionately large.

He slipped on the pants and pulled open the curtain. I immediately acted as if I was folding clothes. He walked toward me and said, “How about these?”

They were tight. Extremely tight. The outline of his long, thick cock was clearly visible down the leg of the pants. He had to be aware of it. I was beginning to think he was teasing me.

I looked at his waist – and his bulge – for a few seconds and said, “A little bit too snug, don’t you think?” Again he gave me an innocent smile.

I asked him what size the pants were, and he said he wasn’t sure. I walked behind him and put my fingers inside the waistband, trying to pull it back to see the tag inside. But there was no give.

At that point, he unbuttoned the pants and pulled down the zipper to give me more room. I saw that it was a size 30 waist. I also saw the top of his lovely rear end.

“I think you need a size 32,” I said. He turned around, without pulling up his zipper. I automatically glimpsed down – I couldn’t help myself. His blond pubic hair was sticking out of the zipper. I quickly looked back up at his face and noticed he had beautiful blue eyes. He smiled again.

Now I was sure he was teasing me, and I wondered how far he was willing to go. He said he thought he had a size 32 in the changing room. He went back and, to my total disappointment, pulled the curtain all the way. After a minute, he stuck his head out of the curtain and said, “No, there’s not a size 32 here. Can you get me one? I’ve already pulled off the jeans.”

I brought the pants over to him and said, “Here,” reaching my hand toward the curtain. He pulled the curtain open about half way and stood in the opening, completely naked. He looked at the tag on the pants. I looked at him.

He was acting as if I wasn’t there. I gave up any pretense of looking away. I stared at his beautiful cock. He liked being looked at. His cock started to swell. He said, “Oh, my.” I didn’t say anything.

His cock bounced to life, jutting up almost perpendicular to his body. He put down the pants, looked down at his penis and then looked at me. I walked all the way into the changing room and pulled the curtain.

I got down on my knees and reached my hands out to his cock. He immediately groaned and sank into a bench at the back of the small room. Here I was, a middle-aged woman, totally dressed, on my knees stroking the cock of a young adonis. I had never seen such a large cock, never mind stroked one. I leaned forward and put him in my mouth. It had been a long time, and I never much liked giving head. But this was thrilling in a way nothing else had ever been. I started going up and down on that magnificent cock. It didn’t take long. He soon erupted, and I eagerly swallowed it all.

It suddenly dawned on me what I had done. I don’t know what had come over me. I quickly got up and peaked outside the curtain. No one was there, thank God. He looked up at me and reached out, gently trying to pull me toward him. But I was too spooked to do anything. “Maybe another time,” I said hurriedly, and quickly walked out of the changing room.

I went to the front of the store. Louise was still at the cash register. I went into a small restroom behind the counter, closed the door most of the way, and peaked out. The young man walked to the front of the store, looked around and left.

After closing and locking the door, I fingered myself to the biggest climax I ever had.

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Pulling The Bridal Train

Mary sat looking into the large mirror that rose above the antique dressing table and smiled at her image in the glass. She looked stunning with her golden blonde hair flowing down out of the wispy wedding veil, framing her creamy white cheeks in an almost angelic halo. Her silky white wedding dress dipped down in the front revealing her milky cleavage and she felt her breasts rising as her breathing grew short. Her nipples, always sensitive, reacted to her thoughts and rose up creating dimples in the otherwise smooth cloth that barely covered her breasts. She smiled at the sight, enjoying the idea of all of her guests seeing her like this.

It was still two hours before her wedding would start. Two hours and she would become Mrs. Greg Stevens. Her hair was not yet done up into the hairstyle she had chosen and she still had to put her makeup on, but still she was beautiful. Her face glowed with the inner happiness of knowing that a wonderful life was ahead of her. Greg was a kind and gentle man, who took her as she was and didn’t wish to change her. He was handsome, successful and very good in bed. Best of all he enjoyed her sluttish nature as much as Mary herself did. Mary smiled at herself and her own thoughts, beaming with delight as she studied herself in the mirror.

“Radiant!” Becky, her long time friend and bridesmaid, said as she looked over Mary’s shoulder. “You are radiant.”

“Well I’m supposed to be, aren’t I? In two hours I’ll be Mrs. Stevens. Newly married and headed to Paris for my honeymoon.”

“Paris is tomorrow honey. You spend tonight at the Palace Hotel, in the bridal suite.”

“Yeah, and what a night it’s going to be too!” Mary smiled broadly, showing her perfect white teeth before she turned serious and looked at her friend. “Can you believe I am actually nervous? I thought it was the groom that was supposed to be sweating.”

“Maybe you need something to take your mind off of it for a while. Want me to arrange something for you?”

“Ooh, you nasty girl. What did you have in mind?” Mary grinned at her friend.

“Well, let me get rid of your mother first. I’m sure that whatever I can come up with she’ll not approve.” Mary’s mother was the one who had insisted on having the wedding in a church, performed by her minister. Mary’s lifestyle really didn’t mesh very well with the traditional religious views, but she had given in to her mother, mostly because fighting would be futile anyway.

“That would be a start. She has been driving me crazy today. Where is she now anyway?”

“The caterer arrived and she is down stairs making their life a living hell.” Becky laughed. “They will probably kiss me when I send her off on an errand. Now let’s see. What do we need that’s important enough to require her personal care?”

“Here, ” Mary said taking off one of her shoes and twisting the heel roughly finally breaking if from the shoe, “send her down to the bridal shop to get this fixed.”

Becky laughed and took the broken shoe. “Perfect, perfect. It’ll take them a while to fix it. She won’t be back until just before the wedding starts.”

Just then a knock sounded on the door to the dressing room. “Are you decent in there?” A deep baritone voice called through the closed door. Greg’s father had the most sensuous voice Mary had ever heard and she felt a tingle start between her legs just from hearing his voice.

“Yes, but you can come in anyway.” She called out causing Becky to playfully slap her shoulder as the door opened.

Carl Stevens was a little taller than his son Greg, but had the same rugged good looks and the same large hands. Mary could only imagine that his cock was as big and beautiful as his son’s. The thought brought her nipples back to full attention and she smiled as he entered the room.

“Hi Carl, what’s up?” Mary said, taking the time to let her eyes drift down over his muscled chest, past his trim waist and onto the bulge in the tuxedo pants that he was wearing.

“Just checking to see if everything is okay.” Carl said, smiling at his son’s fiance as he noted her checking him out. She was beautiful and if half of what Greg said about her was true, then Carl was looking forward to having her in the family.

Becky held up the shoe. “Actually I was just about to send Linda on an errand. Would you like to stay here and keep Mary company until I get back?”

“Sure, no problem at all.” Carl felt his cock twitch inside his pants at the thought of being alone with Mary, even for a few minutes. Nothing had ever happened between them, but the sexual tension had been there for a long time. He shook his head, how could he think that, it was his son’s wedding day! And here he was thinking about a quicky with the bride.

Mary noted the twitch in Carl’s pants and smiled broadly. She had wanted to have him since the first time Greg had taken her to meet his parents. The opportunity had never arisen, however, but now she thought he might just be the distraction she needed. As Becky slipped out of the room, closing the door behind her, Mary twisted in her chair, pulling her legs out from under the dressing table. Her wedding gown was long in the back, trailing back into a long formal train, but the front was cut short enough to reveal her knees and as she turned she purposefully spread her legs and pulled the dress up just a little hoping to give Carl a flash of panty. Carl saw her turn and saw her skirt ride up but from his standing position he could only see about four inches above her knees. He smiled at her and moved to sit down on a small folding chair in front of her, hoping to improve his view.

As soon as he sat down Mary caught him off guard by raising one foot and setting it into his lap. “Would you mind rubbing my foot? Those shoes have made it sore.” She pouted, pursing her beautiful lips and batting her eyelids slowly. It was corny and Mary was sure that Carl saw right through it, but she didn’t care, it got his big firm hands onto her and that was what she wanted.

Carl started massaging her foot gently. He had definitely improved his view by sitting down and now he was able to see just a hint of white between her legs. Mary shifted in her seat, scooting down just a little, pushing her foot farther onto Carl’s lap and in the process she managed to spread her legs even wider and push her dress up a little farther. Carl almost choked. He could easily see her panties, even the small mounds made by her pussy lips were clearly visible. He continued stroking her foot, moving his hands up over her firm calf, loving the feel of her skin under his fingers.

Mary groaned a low moan of intense pleasure and leaned back slightly. She felt her pussy heating up and knew that she was getting wet. She hoped that Carl could see her panties, that he would notice the wet spot growing between her legs, maybe even smell the aroma of her sex as her excitement grew. She dropped her eyelids almost shut and watched him as he massaged her. He moved her foot deeper into his lap, letting his hands flow up her leg past her knee and onto her silky thighs before drawing them back down to her ankle. She stretched her foot a little pressing it into the growing bulge in his trousers, feeling his cock with her toes and he groaned in pleasure. Mary smiled and pulled her foot from his lap causing him to look up in alarm suddenly hoping he had not offended her. Maybe he had gotten the wrong signal. But his fears were allayed when she lifted her dress up, showing him her wet panties.

“Now you’ve done it Carl. Look at that, I’ve made my panties all wet. Will you help me get them off? I mean I can’t wear them like this. I suppose I’ll just have to go without.”

Carl grinned and immediately knelt in front of her. He let his hands slip up the outside of her creamy thighs to the thin strings that held her panties on. He pulled the wisp of material down slowly, inch by inch. His eyes never left her crotch as he breathed in her intoxicating fragrance. Her sex was in full bloom and as he lowered her panties farther he saw her swollen lips slightly parted below her carefully trimmed blonde pubic hair. Her clit was erect and flushed red with her excitement. As he continued to remove her panties he leaned forward and nuzzled her dripping pussy with his nose and mouth, drinking in her rich aroma, tasting her sweet juices on his lips.

Mary couldn’t take anymore so she dropped her dress down over his shoulders and pulled his head into her pussy. “Oh, yes, Carl. Eat me, lick my pussy, make me cum with your mouth. Mmm, I need to cum so bad. Oh yes, yes, fuck me with your tongue.” It felt so wicked to be doing this. Letting her fiance’s father lick her pussy in a church on her wedding day. Her mind reeled with the sheer eroticism of what she was doing. She felt like such a wonderful slut and she knew that Greg would be pleased when she told him the story.

Carl swirled his tongue into her pussy, letting it part her lips gently and then lifting it to flick it over her clit then quickly back down to stab into her sweet hole and taste her juices. His cock was fully erect now and uncomfortable inside his pants, but he wasn’t about to stop for fear that she would not let him resume. He sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue as he gently bit it and then he released her clit and sucked her engorged pussy lips letting her nectar flow into his mouth. He could tell that she was near orgasm from her breathing and the force her hands were putting on his head, but he didn’t let up. Instead he increased his assault, laving her obscenely and smearing her juice all over his face and bringing her to an intense climax that almost caused her legs to buckle.

She had just regained some of her composure when she heard the door to the dressing room open and then shut quietly. She looked up and saw Becky standing by the door grinning like a Cheshire cat. She raised a finger to her mouth, motioning for Becky to be quiet. Her friend took the hint quickly and stood without a sound watching as Carl performed his artistic cunnilingus.

Mary smiled at her friend and then looked back down at Carl. “Yes baby, that was so good, suck my pussy, make me cum again and again. You can do it, be my big daddy, fucking his daughter-in-law. I’m going to love being a part of your family. Oh, god, I need you to fuck me. Come up here and give me your cock, put your cum in my pussy so Greg can lick it from my pussy tonight, our wedding night. I want him to suck your cum from my pussy and to know where it came from. Please, oh please, fuck me now. Fuck me in my wedding dress. Oh yes, yes, yes.”

Carl was a little surprised by Mary’s coarse language but it just served to make him hotter. Finally he couldn’t take it anymore and he rose up in front of her. He grabbed her hair roughly and kissed her full on the lips, pressing his tongue into her willing mouth. As they kissed Becky moved a low coffee table around into a better position. Finally Mary and Carl broke the kiss and Carl realized they weren’t alone. He blushed and began to stammer an apology, but Mary grabbed his hand and held him tight, keeping him from leaving.

“It’s okay. She is a good friend. Now, are you going to fuck me or not?”

Carl stared at her and then looked over at Becky. Surprise and shock fought arousal on his face but finally his sexual needs won out. He watched as Becky helped Mary lay down on the coffee table, hiking her dress up around her waist and spreading her legs wide. Carl shook his head for a half second and then smiled and reached down and opened up his pants. He took out a cock that was longer and thicker than his son’s and he wasted no time moving between Mary’s legs and pushing his cock deep into her wet and ready pussy.

Mary gasped at the size of his cock and then smiled up at him. “Oh yeah, fuck me good with that big cock!” She moaned out as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him even deeper into her. It wasn’t the biggest cock she had ever had but it was big enough and she moaned loudly as he pushed himself deep into her waiting sex. They began to fuck wildly as Becky watched, smiling. They were so engrossed in their sex that they didn’t hear the soft knock on the door. Becky did and she quickly moved to intercept whoever was out there. It was Paula, Mary and Becky’s friend and fellow adventurer. Becky quickly pulled Paula into the room, pressing her hand over her mouth as she did and then an evil idea welled up in Becky and she grinned at her friend.

“You stay here and guard the fort while they fuck.” Becky whispered to Paula, “I’m going to see if anyone else wants to join the party.” Paula grinned at her mischievous friend but nodded and smiled at her. Becky slipped out the door and then made her way downstairs to where the caterers were setting up. After she was gone Paula locked the door and then went to Mary’s side and knelt down. She leaned over her friend and kissed her gently on the lips. Once again Carl was surprised and he almost panicked when he realized that the girl beside them was not Becky. This was starting to get a little weird, who would show up next? Not his wife, he hoped, but he was almost to the point of climax and couldn’t stop. Besides the sight of Mary and Paula kissing was a great turn on for him. He continued to fuck Mary, pumping into her with renewed vigor and eliciting small animalistic groans and grunts from her as his cock hammered into her pussy. Paula heard a light knock on the door and went to answer it just as Carl began to cum.

“Oh fuck, Mary, you are such a beautiful little slut. I’m cumming, do you want me to cum inside you?”

“Yes, fuck, yes, put your cum in my pussy. I want to feel your cum inside me as I walk down the aisle.”

It was too much for Carl and his cock exploded deep into her hole. He slammed forward, pressing as deep into her as he could and let his balls empty themselves into the hot confines of her womb. He stayed that way for a long minute, relishing the release of orgasm and then as his cock began to soften he pulled out.

“Next!” Becky had returned to the room and she pulled Carl away from Mary and a thin young man from the caterers stepped in and rammed his cock deep into Mary without any warning. Mary’s eyes went wide as she realized that the room was actually full of men with their cocks out, standing in a line to fuck her. She smiled and mouthed a silent “I love you” to Becky and then concentrated on the boy between her legs. He fucked her hard and fast and all too quickly he began to add his cum to Carl’s.

Immediately another man dressed in a dark suit stepped up. He was an older man, in his late forties or early fifties, but he hadn’t forgotten how to use his cock. He moved inside her, not just pounding, but really fucking her and Mary felt herself flow into her second orgasm of the day. The man between her legs felt her orgasm explode inside her pussy and was unable to hold back. He drove his cock deep into her messy hole and let loose a huge load of cum. Her pussy was so full of cum already that it began to leak back out of her used pussy, flowing down her thighs and over her round ass cheeks.

She moaned in erotic ecstasy as another young man wearing a tuxedo slipped between her spread legs and drove his cock into pussy. Becky came to her side as she was fucked again and Mary managed to grunt up to her friend.

“Who are all these men I’m fucking?”

“Wedding guests that got here early, caterers, and three guys from the wedding band. That’s the guitar player whose doing you right now. I’ve got fourteen men and two women who want to fuck you. Greg’s sister, Lynn, is here too. Are you up for it?”

“Mmm, yeah, you are the best Beck. Give me Lynn next, let her lick my pussy, ‘kay.”

“Sure baby, no problem.” Becky went to arrange the guests and noticed Carl sitting at the dressing table, his jaw hanging loose as he watched his son’s fianc‚ taking each man in turn. She stopped by him and grinned. “She is quite the little slut isn’t she?”

“She is beautiful. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life.” He said still staring at Mary.

“Yeah, I know.” Becky said with a smile.

When the guitarist had at last emptied his load into Mary’s swollen and very messy pussy, Becky guided a sweet looking girl with light red hair between Mary’s legs. The girl hesitated for just a second and then dove forward lapping at Mary’s dripping slit. She sucked and licked for all she was worth and bringing Mary to another orgasm. Becky saw her friend climax and then gently eased Lynn up and away, letting another man take her place. Lynn, leaned over and kissed Mary on the lips, letting her taste her own pussy juice on her face and tongue.

“Love ya sis!” Lynn said softly and then moved away as the next man began to fuck Mary with abandon.

He fucked her quickly and only took a couple of strokes before he filled her pussy with his cum and was quickly replaced by the next man in line. Then one of the men in line got a little impatient and he pressed his cock into her mouth. Mary took it down her throat easily, sucking him eagerly, and quickly bringing him off. She tried hard to swallow the huge load of cum that he shot into her mouth but some dribbled down her cheek. Paula was there immediately, licking the cum from her face, and keeping it from getting on her dress. Another saw what Paula was doing and stepped forward. He lifted Mary’s shoulders up and gently unzipped the back of her dress. Carefully he helped Mary pull her arms from the sleeves and then pushed it down. This not only kept it away from the cum on her face it also exposed her heaving breasts and the helpful man quickly knelt beside Mary and began to suckle her nipple.

Another man took his place in her mouth. He wasn’t quite all the way hard and Mary tasted pussy juice and cum on his cock as she sucked it. It only took a few minutes before his cock was hard again and he moved back into line to await his next turn at her pussy.

The next man who stepped up leaned forward and kissed her gently even though she already had another cock in her mouth. “Would you mind if I fucked your ass?” He asked her gently.

She shook her head around the cock and tried her best to smile at him. He apparently understood and raised both of her legs high in the air. He dipped his cock into her sloppy pussy once to lubricate it and then slowly began to push it into her ass. She moaned around the cock in her mouth as she felt her dark hole spread apart and allow the man’s cock to slide inside. He groaned at the heat and tightness of her ass and she playfully squeezed his cock inside her. It was too much for him and even though he had only just begun to fuck her he came hard, filling her bowels with his seed.

The next man didn’t ask permission, he simply lined his cock up with her now dripping ass and pushed inside. Mary screamed in pleasure as she felt the assault but the cock in her mouth muffled her cries. The new man lasted longer and was able get into a steady rhythm fucking her ass. The second woman, an older lady with just a hint of gray in her hair knelt beside Mary and began to lap at her pussy as the man continued to pound into her ass. Soon Mary felt another orgasm rising from deep inside her and she relaxed and let her climax sweep her along. After that it was just a progression of men choosing to fuck either her sloppy ass or her sloppy pussy and a few women or men sucking her pussy or tits. Each man after he finished fucking her pussy or ass would move up and push his cock into her mouth letting her lick and suck her own juices from them. She lost count of the men who fucked her but she was sure that it was more than the fourteen that Becky had promised, finally the last man shot his cum deep into her pussy and pulled out. Becky and Paula shooed the men from the room telling them that it was time to get Mary ready for the wedding and then the three girls were alone.
“Wow, that was fantastic!” Mary said once she had caught her breath. “I don’t know how many orgasms I had, but I feel great!”

“Not just a little sore?” Paula asked smiling.

“Mmm, maybe a little, but it’s feels great!”

“Well the ceremony starts in thirty minutes so we better get you ready.” Becky said, already fussing with Mary’s hair.

They worked quickly and right on time Mary’s hair and makeup was done and her mother showed up with her shoe fixed and ready to go.

“Oh dear you look so beautiful. My sweet innocent daughter! What am I going to do without you?” Linda began to sniffle and she didn’t really understand why Becky and Paula giggled and turned away quickly.

The music started and Mary, walking a little bowlegged, and Becky quickly headed down the stairs to get into position. Mary’s father, old and stodgy but terribly sweet, waited to give her away and Mary wondered if he could smell the sex that was still wafting up from her used pussy. In a dream Mary floated down the aisle, all eyes were fixed on her and soft murmurs of “Oh how beautiful she is,” followed her as she made her way to Greg and his best man, waiting with the minister. As she drew nearer she looked up and with just a little start realized that the minister was one of the men who had fucked her less than an hour ago. Some of the cum that was leaking down the insides of her thighs was probably his. She couldn’t wait to tell Greg she had fucked the minister, and Carl, and so many others. She couldn’t wait to let her husband eat their cum from her pussy and then fuck her good.

The minister smiled at her and a tinge of red showed in his cheeks but she smiled and winked at him. When the ceremony was through she kissed Greg passionately and then whispered into his ear.

“You’ll never guess what I did today. But I’ll tell you all about it once we’re alone.”

Greg just smiled and kissed her again. “I’m looking forward to hearing about it.” He said as they turned and were presented to the guests. Mr. and Mrs. Greg Stevens!

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