A Wedding Befitting A Slut - Sex Stories

A Wedding Befitting A Slut

... trickled from my pussy and down my thighs, my breath flow and my nipples tightened almost painfully. My voice almost broke. “I do!” The cheering that followed swallowed my mumbled, “Fuck yes! I do! I’m your slut, Andrew, forever!” I think he heard though. The reverend cleared his throat, and the applause and whistles died down. “As a token of your devotion, you may now get fucked by the groom.” Fucked? Right here? But I was already nude and horny like hell. Andrews voice suddenly whispered into my ear from behind, “Don’t you think you should reward the reverend for this wonderful ceremony? I know how much you like cock. Everyone here knows…” He folded back the veil, leaving no doubt about his words. One of his hands gently pushed me forward while the other ran through my folds and made me gasp in delight. He wanted me to… My thoughts trailed off when I saw the huge bulge in the reverend’s trousers, and my fingers didn’t need conscious effort to free his stiff cock from its confines. With his position slightly above us, he was at the perfect height, and when the stiff rod sprung free, I only needed to bend forward a little so my lips were just an inch from its purple, glistening crown. Andrew’s own cock entered my slick pussy from behind at that moment and drove all the air from my lungs. He was big, and I was sure that I’d never get enough of feeling stretched like this when he drove it fast and unyielding into my dripping snatch. The reverend used that moment when my lips ...

... parted to take a hold of my head and gently guide his organ, which wasn’t to be scoffed at either, into my warm mouth. I looked up at his face with lidded eyes, the pumping of Andrew’s cock quickly driving me crazy with lust, and he nodded at me and told me, “Congratulations, slut!” I answered him by relaxing my throat muscles and taking him all the way inside, past the gag reflex and so deep that my nose touched his pubes, and then I started to swallow. The moans he gave every time my throat constricted around his stiff, throbbing rod was like music. Behind me, Andrew pushed harder and harder, and my whole body shook with every thrust that speared my pussy. It was glorious, and it was the most debauched thing I could ever have imagined. Clapping started, rhythmically, in time with Andrew’s thrusts, and it was like I was dosed with a powerful aphrodisiac. The slut, the exhibitionist within me, was for the first time completely set free. I had resigned myself to a chaste life with my husband and prepared to fight the dark urges inside me every waking moment. A fingertip pressed on my pucker. Another finger flicked my clit. Arousal crashed in waves down over me. I came, hard, almost choking on the reverend’s cock, but he pulled back in time and sprayed my face with cum. I had to close one eye, but I watched in an eager haze as spurt after spurt shot from the tiny hole in the tip and coated my face with sticky heat. Andrew came too, with a mighty groan and a hard shove that almost ...