Our Big Day - Sex Stories

Our Big Day

... face, her cheeks flush and breath getting heavy. She started to tremble, her eyes half opened, and she gaped deliriously at Kevin as her toes started to curl and point at Bruce’s back. “Aw! I’m cumming! Oh, fuck yeah, I’m cumming! Feels so fucking food Oh yeah, he treats that pussy right!”

Bruce’s attention never wavered. His pace and intensity stayed even. He held her firmly as she tried to buck and a rush of wetness gushed out of her, coating his face and hand. Then Kevin’s jaw dropped, and his eyes widened in shock as he locked eyes with Hannah. She moaned and whimpered.

She panted for air as Bruce gradually slowed to a stop. “Oh my GOD! I can’t remember the last time I came that hard!” She grabbed hold of his hand and started pulling him to his feet. “Mmm, gimme baby! You know I like to taste it!” Bruce’s lips and chin were gleaming with pussy juice as he rose up and shoved his two dripping fingers into Hannah’s open, eager mouth. She suckled hungrily. She grasped his belt and frantically began opening it.

“Well, that was fun!” said Kevin, pulling fruitlessly on Bruce’s shoulder. “Time to go now!”

Hannah shook her head. “Mmmmn!” She opened her mouth. “He has to fuck me!” She looked up at Bruce with something approaching awe. “You’ll fuck me, right?! Pleeeeease?! I need your cock in me!”

“Fuck yeah I will, you’ve always been my favorite cumdumpster baby!” Bruce said, gently petting Hannah’s cheek. She looked absurdly proud.

“It’s ok if he fucks me quick, ...

... right hon?” She asked as he was pushing down his undies. Kevin watched as Bruce’s throbbing eight-inch member, slick with precum, popped into view. “Eeep!” tittered Hannah gleefully. “Hi there! Missed you, hehe!”

“Hannah, NO! This is too far!” he said putting his hands on his hips. “You can’t fuck your ex-boyfriend at our wedding reception!”

Bruce favored him with a small, sardonic smile, then looked to Hannah. She pouted back at Kevin. “Oh, Kevin, sweetie, just a little? Please?!”

“Hannah, you can’t be serious!”

“Kevin! Don’t be so jealous!” As she spoke, she was stroking Bruce’s shaft with one hand and petting herself with the other. “Don’t worry about him,” she told him, “He’s just being a groomzilla, wanna get it wet, baby?”

“What do you think?” he asked, taking her by the hands and pulling her off the table. Hannah giggled happily as she turned around and bent over. Her tits dangled over the place setting. Her bare ass stuck out from the tattered remnants of her wedding dress. The shimmering lips of her pussy winked out between her legs. She wiggled it eagerly.

“I think, er, I think we’ll be leaving son.” Said Kevin’s father as he and the mother of the groom walked past. As they went Kevin noticed his mother’s eyes being drawn in disbelief to Bruce’s erect cock.

“Wait, dad…”

“Congrats, son,” His father said, before grabbing his mother by the wrist and walking out of the ballroom at a clip. They weren’t the only ones to be leaving. Less than half ...