Kissing the Bride: Wedding Gown

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"I hope they didn't notice the wet stain on their couch."

"Oh, Mr. Thomas did. But it looked dry by then. He just chuckled and joked about Melody Ann being hard on the furniture."

"This was before the fireman incident?"

"You dirty old man. You just want to hear more about Wendy and I acting slutty, don't you?"

Kimmy's full boobs jiggled happily as she leaned back, laughing. "It was way before."

"Did Bob Thomas do anything?"

"Besides offer to walk me home and peep down at my tits? He held the door open then stood where I had to brush past him and feel his hard cock to go through. But he's too pussy whipped to try anything overt."

Melody Ann's mother, Sadie Thomas, was the town clerk. Very bookish, very stern. Rumour was though that in high school, she had been a hot babe. Bob had been the star quarterback who blew out his knee freshman year of college and now sold used cars. I shook my head to displace images of Sadie as dominatrix over subbie Bob. Kimmy laughed louder. "Melody Ann says she found a strap-on in her mother's dresser. Wonder if she uses that on Mr. T?"

"Are you avoiding finishing your story of you, Wendy and the fire studs?"

"Where was I?"

"Riding Warren to orgasm, a mouthful of Dennis' cum, Wendy still deep throating Cruz, as Warren ate her."

"Glad you were listening. Here's a reward." Standing up, she turned around and hoisted the skirt. She wore no panties. Her glistening pussy winked at me. I was close enough to smell her musk. Sweet droplets dotted her thighs. I tried reaching, but my arms were still bound. Leaning forward, I could not quite lick her. Laughing again, she sat back down.

"Cruz came just after I did, solving the cumball problem. Wendy and I leaned across warren. Dennis and Cruz started stroking our tits. It seemed like slo-mo again, watching the dribbles of cum flow down Wendy's chin onto her tits. I kissed her deeply, swapping sperm, but rushed to lick the stuff off her chin. Then her cumcoated nipples were like a cherry sundae topped with whipped cream."

I imagined Kimmy's tongue at work. She rolled it out around her lips, treating me with her teasing.

"I worked my tongue around each to start, in a clockwise direction, my tongue flat to drink up the cream. Cruz shocked me by kneeling on the floor. Even though Warren's half limp cock was still trapped inside me, Cruz started licking the cream pie out of me. His tongue couldn't avoid wrapping around Warren's shaft. Soon, the big guy was stiff inside of me."

"What about you and Wendy?"

"I cupped each of her tits in a hand and squeezed them together so I could run my tongue fast from one nipple across to the other. We call that my "buzz saw". As always, it made her cum. She lifted her hips away from Warren's face as she shudder to orgasm. Dennis might have been a shy guy with a skinny cock, but he jumped at the chance to plow into her pussy doggy style. Wendy accommodated him by falling forward onto all fours, and staring to kiss me intensely. Warren lifted up to lick where Dennis was fucking her. She kneaded her fingers into my hair. She was screaming with excitement. We had started out just to cheer me up, and Wendy was having her greatest adventure. She told me later the best part was sharing it with me. Are you sure I can't just marry Wendy?"

"You can't stand up to Mom on the choice of dress, how would you get her to tell her friends you were marrying a girl?"

"Well, at least she's not stuffy about religion. She would forgive Wendy for being Jewish." Her grin made her look six years old again. But one look at her naked tits falling out of the gown reminded me that this was about sex and her wedding, not her hand stuck in the cookie jar.

"What happened with the fire guys?"

"Wendy and I both came again pretty quickly. Dennis pulled out of Wendy, or maybe got knocked out as she wriggled her hips. He shot cum all over her back. We were starting to sober up. Plus, we had worked through my anger, and Wendy's horniness. I think Warren and Dennis wanted gone before their wives wondered how late training runs last. Cruz wanted to empty his recharged balls into a wet pussy though. I was busy licking Wendy clean, enjoying the taste of Dennis for the second time. Warren and Dennis left. Wendy and I took Cruz into the shower. We lathered him up really good. Both of us alternating stroking his fat cock and licking his face, neck and ears. His chest was unbelievably defined. We couldn't stop caressing him. A real Adonis. The play fighting over which of us got his cock sorta turned serious a bit."

"Who won?"

"Me, of course. I held so tight I wouldn't let him loose. I climbed on top of his upright cock as he leaned back under the water. Wendy pressed her tits into my back. We three got a vertical rhythm going. I held myself up by grabbing his shoulders. My nipples rubbed raw on his pecs. Wendy's hands were all over both of us. I think she was wishing she had Sadie Thomas' strap-on, the way she was humping her pussy against my butt. Cruz was very worked up. He lasted about two minutes inside me. Afterwards, he rinsed off while Wendy licked all his cream out of my pussy. She was still exploring the walls of my pussy when he dried off and dressed. He said his good nights and left. I decided to phone Mom, told her I was sleeping over at Wendy's. Wendy told her parents she was at my house. We tumbled into the big double bed. We were so exhausted that as the adrenaline rush subsided we fell asleep quickly in each other's arms. The next morning was slow and special. Neither of us made it to school. "

"Wake up sex is a very unique thing."

"Not with Eric. He just likes to push my head down to his stiffie and shove it up and down until he comes in my mouth. If I let him, he would then rush into the shower right after. Only by refusing to let go of his balls do I get time to climb aboard and fuck him. Good thing giving head always makes me wet."

"What about with Wendy?"

"As wonderful as the first time all over again. Somehow the seedy hotel room made it better not worse. The first thing I remember noticing was the washed out neon blinking through the thin curtains. I wasn't hung over, but was still dazed. Maybe you'd call it a cum hangover. Wendy's head was resting on my tummy. I was trapped, not able to move without waking her. Then, though her eyes were still closed, her tongue started toying with the diamond in my navel. I instinctively started rolling my hips underneath her. Wendy's hands started exploring my legs and hips. Gradually, my legs opened. She shifted and slid down my body in between my thighs. For a moment, all I felt was her warm sweet breath on my skin. She asked me if I wanted a blowjob. Then she started sucking my clit like a baby cock, just like going down on a guy. Watching her head bobbing up and down got my juices flowing quickly. I was fully awake. She worked a finger fully up my ass. It was like she used that to lift my hips to her lips. I was bouncing up off the bed to meet her face. My orgasm was explosive, a lot like a guy's. Unlike most guys though, I returned the favour. By then the birds were singing outside. It was like being inside a romance novel. I was underneath Wendy. She was sliding her slit along my mouth. I was kneading her butt with both hands, then reaching to twist her nubs. She drenched me in cum. We collapsed again and just lay there cuddling until the maid came and knocked on the door."

"Then did you, Wendy and the maid….?"

"Ewwww, no, Jeff. She was like 97 years old with warts and a hook nose. We got dressed, went for brunch and went shopping."

"So that's the only cocks you've had besides Eric, then?"

Kimmy blushed all the way down past her tits to where the diamond navel gem winked out of the waist of the crumpled wedding gown. "Not really. I said that was the first. Wendy felt like playing nasty later that same week. She remembered which fire station the guys worked at. She took me along for support. I couldn't believe she would really do anything. We were sober this time. Warren's crew was off duty. But he had obviously told the Captain about us, or maybe he offers all the hot chicks a tour of the crew quarters. There were four fire studs up there relaxing. One black guy was lying on a cot reading Playboy wearing just boxers."

"Is this where we perpetuate stereotypes about the size of black cocks being huge?"

"Henry's was about the size of yours actually. But pretty soon we found out he really knew how to use it. As the Captain showed us the communal shower area, Wendy whispered to me that she had never had a black guy before, and this would be her big chance. I could see that even across the room, his eyes were glued to her ass. Wendy was wearing a school uniform skirt, but she had rolled the waist up, so the bottom cheeks of her ass just peeked out the hem. If she bent at all, or twirled, you could see she was wearing a hot pink thong. I was dripping wet from looking at her."

"What were you wearing?"

"I bet you'd like me to feed a pervy fantasy and say I was in my cheerleader outfit. Sorry. I was wearing an old ripped pair of jeans and a tank top."

"Tight jeans? Where were they ripped?"

"Skin tight. Ripped above the left knee…a worn through spot on the right butt. I got into trouble at school once before wearing them with a thong on a dress down day, so that day I had bikini panties on. Red lacy ones."

"Did you wear a matching bra?"

"Braless. At school, I had worn a white dress shirt over the tank, so the nuns thought the tank was like a girlie undershirt. I ditched the dress shirt in the car."

Kimmy proceeded to tell me the rest of the fire hall story, carefully pacing herself so that my cock kept hard, pulsing away. Each time precum leaked, she cooled me down. She orgasmed as she told the tale, then again as she confessed to having a more recent meeting with Warren and his wife.

After her second orgasm, as Kimmy still was panting to catch her breath, we heard the garage door. Ruth was home. Kimmy quickly pulled herself back into the wedding gown. It took her so long to get around to untying me that I just pulled up my shorts and shoved the nipple clamps and cock ring in a pocket before Ruth entered the kitchen. I noticed Ruth sniffing the ripe aroma in the room. She made no comment about it, instead saying, "Kimmy, why are you in that gown?"

"She was modeling it for me, honey. I think it looks much sweeter than the stuffy one Eric's mom picked out. They are calling enough shots for the wedding, just because they are rich and insist on paying for it. Can't Kimmy have this one part her way?"

"You and I can talk about that in private, Jeff. Kimmy, go take that gown off. The shop won't accept it back if it has stains on it."

Kimmy trudged to her room, her exuberance deflated.

Once Kimmy was safely at the other end of the house, Ruth burst out laughing. "I bet that dress already has stains on it. Did you have time to deposit cumstains?"

"No such luck. Kimmy stopped short of sex with me, but she did tell me great stories, and your daughter is quite the little exhibitionist. Almost as creative as you."

"I'm sorry, Jeff. I was hoping that by being a bit of a bitch about the wedding, I could cast you as the savior, and then she'd fuck you to say thanks. Once she's married, she might mend her slutty ways. It's been so unfair to you having to watch her grow into such a sex machine without ever getting any of it."

"Well, how about I talk you into the slutty wedding dress? Then I might get a shot."

"Okay, let's go to the bedroom. The best way to convince me would be to update me on what slutty things Kimmy admitted to, and then fuck me silly."

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AnonymousAnonymousover 11 years ago
Precum soaked my shorts.

It's apparent asshole eating the ladies isn't going to happen. Stories could be better with that.

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