Path to Our Future part 9 - Sex Stories

Path to Our Future part 9

... finds its mark and I am buried inside her in a matter of seconds. Firstly I missed my girls/wives and second I damn near cum in the first few thrusts and have to stop and collect myself. “Girls he’s almost there,” Rachael moans playfully,” keeping away from him for two weeks was a bad idea.” “Is that why you volunteered to be first,” Kori giggles. “I wanted to be first because… oh fuck,” Rachael moans as I gain control and move her legs up over my shoulders,” He’ll hold nothing back tonight and I’ve been ready to have my husband since I was walking down the aisle.” Her last word drags out and with my pretty little innocent folded up underneath me I give her sopping wet womanhood long powerful thrusts. I am groaning with pleasure and the only thing keeping me in control is the fact that for my bachelor party I had no stripper, check that, no woman stripper. The thing that they brought me was designed to do one thing only, kill erections and I was handcuffed to a chair that was bolted to a floor for the world’s most disgusting lap dance. I simply imagine a thong desperately wanting to see daylight and immediately it keeps me from reaching orgasm. Rachael on the other hand is taking me well and we’re kissing as much as possible. We’re moaning and grunting as we enjoy our first night as husband and wife when I hear the rest of my wives murmuring the word ‘feed’. I get a familiar memory and start bucking my hips harder and faster into Rachael forcing her to orgasm just a little ...

... before I do, I pull out fast and proceed to spray my seed up her body and a second hand takes hold of me and pumps the rest of me out before gently. Rachael is panting as much as I am when my four remaining wives latch onto her body with their mouths and start to lick and clean ever speck of my juice off of her. I watch as the feeding frenzy subsides and smile before pulling up my shorts and collapsing into bed. Our sleep is good and cuddling is done with all five at various points in the night but a phone ringing early in the morning has me bolt up from bed and grab the receiver. “Hello,” I ask holding the hotel phone and checking my wives, they’re still sleeping. “Good morning Mr. Donnelly,” the man at the front desk of the hotel says in a very chipper voice,” It’s seven AM and this is your wake up call.” I hang up and start checking the itinerary for our honeymoon, they plan the wedding and I planned the honeymoon. I’m getting out their clothing for the day and making sure everything is by the door and ready when I finally decide to wake my girls. They are slow moving and I’m impatient which for some reason doesn’t faze them. “Okay wives, we really need to pick up the pace or we’re going to be late,” I tell them and it’s Katy who is the first one to look over at me sleepily. “Honey I know you planned things but we’re tired and it’s day one of the honeymoon, what could you possibly have planned that would be so urgent,” my bad wife asks yawning. “You’re right; a flight on a ...