I asked Ash how our first meeting kind of went from his perspective. Like, how he got to the dungeon we met in, in the first place. Here's his telling of it.
I don't really remember how I got here. I remember the cage, I remember the witch... I remember --
PAIN
The forest smells different. I don't like it. It smells like it's all dead-er. It's not dead. It's all Green the way it should be. But dead. I don't remember these trees. This dirt doesn't smell like my dirt. This isn't mine.
Where is my cage?
I wandered for days through these woods, that were like mine but weren't, following a river I came upon. I couldn't smell anything I knew. I would catch scent notes of my home as I padded through the trees, my paws and claws sinking slightly under my weight into the soft earth. I could look down and swear I could see flowers and bright green grass, my flowers, my green grass. Then they're gone.
The dreams started in the nights ahead. A little boy and girl playing -running. Shouting with joy -screaming in terror. Laughing merrily -crying softly. The girl is... the boy was...
PAIN
The city is too loud. The food smells good, savory and sweet. Probably tastes better than the raw game I've been eating. Money. I need some. Stories don't work here. Odd. The man said some woman in the tavern is giving money to people.
"You the woman giving money?" I asked.
"How quaint, another talking wolf. Yes, to answer your so eloquently posed question, I am the woman giving money," the elf looked as though she'd rather be anywhere other than here, as she answered me.
"I'll take some money, thank you. I dont need a lot just enough for some....sssssteakssss," that was what he had called them. "I've never had a steak before," I said to the elf.
"Ah. Well... I'm... excited for you. Look, you need to do something for me before I give you money. That's how these things work." She said dryly.
"What do you want me to do?"
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The cavern? The mine? The hole in the ground she told me to go to, was dark, really dark. It smelled like rotting plants and unwashed rags. There was something else in the air tho. Something more recent, like a layer of scents just above the death and rot. It smelled of... predator, steel, wolf. It smelled of predator, magic, home?
Among the other scents was a darker one. Something that had no place here. I focused on that.
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It was dead. Whatever, It was. We killed it. They came in from behind. Odd that the wolf led them in that way rather than through the front.
He looks like me. He's black and grey. Wearing leather and chain, holding blades? Very strange. Walking upright? We are wolves. I should be a threat. He doesn't view me as one? He came over excitedly? We hit fists against each other.
Predator. Steel. Man.
She was small. Keeping her eyes on me. Smart. I'm still a threat. She's lying. About...something. Magic. She smells like, HOME.
My eyes go wide. Intoxication. Home. I didn't realize how much I have missed her. Missed it. Her. Home.
She squeaks in shock. My muzzle is at her neck before I realize what's happening. The black wolf stiffens. I am panting.
"You..." --don't say anything strange.
"Smell fae." --Great job.
I can't control my breathing. My muzzle is still inches from her jugular. God's she's intoxicating. Mine. I tower over her. Even crouched as I am.
I would tear this world apart. She need only ask. Name. What's her name?
"I am Ash. Wolf. Red. Yours." I manage to get out between too many panting breaths.
Wren. Her name is Wren. My Wren. Mine. We have been travelling ever since.
This story is shorter and a little saucy. No smut here.
It was late in the evening after my rendezvous with my campagna. I entered the bath chamber, eager to warm up after spending the majority of the day soaked through my clothes. As I casually approached the steamy water, I noticed I was not alone.
"Cara mia?" I asked, trying not to ogle her naked body. "Leo-Leonardo?" She spoke my name in a high-pitch, and wore a shocked expression. Taking in the situation, I prepared to take my leave, but the sound of voices came towards us. I felt protective of the innocent woman, and I quickly hid her behind me as we sunk deeper into the bath water.
Of course, Theo and Vincent entered and began asking me about my campagna. I answered their questions with absolute resolve, even knowing she was directly behind my back. One of the brothers asked if I loved the woman deeply in return. "...Yeah." I replied, coolly and without much forethought.
I had no idea how the steam was affecting my secret bath companion at that moment. Within seconds I heard a loud splash behind me, and felt fingers trail down my back. Quickly, I scooped her into my arms and began walking out of the bath. "Gentlemen, avert your eyes, please. For the lady's sake," I said.
Both men obliged and turned away as I gathered the clothes and towels for the two of us. I gently wrapped her in a towel and lazily wrapped a towel around my waist. We're all men here, but she trusted me to protect her and I'm not about to break that trust.
I walked the long corridors of the mansion, and asked Sebastian to kindly wash our wet clothes from our rainy outing. Sebas, of course, agreed, and took the laundry I had piled on top of my compagna. When did I stop thinking of her as my compagna provvisoria? I wondered, realizing how I'd been omitting the temporary status of our relationship for some time now.
Once I reached her room, I delicately lifted the covers on her bed and laid her down. I took a few minutes collecting proper sleeping attire from her wardrobe. The only options here are to let her sleep nude, or let someone else dress her. I rationalized my next actions, despite the girl's unconscious state. "My apologies, cara mia." I whispered as I dressed her, carefully.
I felt my body react to the sight of the swell of her breasts, and the peaks of her nipples. I swallowed back my desire to admire her body longer, because I hoped there would come a time when she would allow me to do so to my heart's content.
When I was finished clothing her, I tucked her snuggly under the covers. I was about to leave the room when someone knocked on the door. "Come in," I murmured, afraid to raise my voice. Le Comte entered the room, and closed the door.
"What happened, Leonardo?" He asked, concerned.
"She fainted in the bath. I went in, not realizing she was there, and then Theo and Vincent both showed up." I let my story end there, as Le Comte likely wouldn't need the full details.
"Was she injured?" Le Comte questioned, standing closer to the bed.
"No. I caught her before anything like that happened." My words came quickly, and I worried that he could feel my anxiety rising in my chest.
"Leo, can I get you anything?" He asked.
I looked up at my old friend, and could see the emotion in his eyes. "Yes, please. Just some water, for the both of us. Maybe a light snack for when she wakes up." At my request, Le Comte Saint Germain left the room.
Charlie was always taking a lot of responsibilities on his shoulders. It probably had begun at some point after Percy was born. He realised then it’s his time to take the role of the older brother. Later on, the family was getting even bigger, and he kept worrying about being helpful at all times – for his parents, and most importantly for Bill. He was the one to look after everyone so Charlie couldn’t bear the thought of leaving him alone with that.
When he finally got to Hogwarts, he never refused a challenge. He didn’t want to disappoint anyone, but he also cared about setting a good example for the next Weasleys to come. Luckily, he loved what he was doing. He was a good student, especially when the subject was related to his passions, and all the achievements at Quidditch were just pleasure for him. Still, there were moments when he felt overwhelmed. He didn’t complain because it wasn’t his thing. He was calm and easy-going – that’s how others perceived him. But then, Helena would come to him, saying “Slow down”. And even though he hardly ever took her advice, the fact she noticed meant the world to him.
It was actually something that he valued from the very beginning. She was trying to understand people, and also to see their good side - despite everything that was going on around her. She would always give them the benefit of the doubt.
The thing that he perhaps appreciated the most though, was how supportive she was. Like that one time when they went after the illegal egg, and she didn’t even doubt they could succeed. Or at least she didn’t show it, which seemed just as important. He knew he can tell her he had a worse day, or that he’s upset – and he didn’t feel weaker because of that. He could ramble on about dragons or his family, yet she still would ask more questions.
He wasn’t looking for anyone special, but he found her. And even if they weren’t meant to be together, he would always find peace in those green eyes of hers.
You know one of the best things about writing as a fucking hobby? That shit’s free. You need your thoughts and something to record them with. Can’t feel too guilty about that. <3
“I dunno man, I don’t think she’s gonna show. What time was she supposed to be there?”
I checked my watch and frowned, looking down the street for any sign of Reese. A few cars passed and Alex repeated the question, a smirk in his voice.
“She’s only fifteen minutes late.”
“Fifteen minutes past not coming.”
“Alex, shut the fuck-”
“William?”
I jumped when I heard my name, noting her delicate grasp on my forearm. I had been so wrapped up in my argument with Alex that I hadn’t noticed her come up. I mumbled a quick goodbye, followed by an even quieter ‘fuck you’, into the phone and hung up.
“Reese, hey. I- I’m sorry about that.” She giggled and nodded to the phone in my hand, her eyes as bright as I’d ever seen them. “You look amazing.”
“Thank you so much! So do you... and I’m sorry I’m late. I tried to call you but I left my phone in my office and by the time I realized I was already halfway here.”
I nodded like I’d heard, her words falling into background noise as I took her in. The dark red of her dress was deep like wine and it sat against her skin beautifully, bathed in the golden glow of the sunset behind me, she looked like a dream as she stood before me. I found my eyes dropping to her hand on my arm and my knees felt weak.
She followed my gaze and pulled back, the absence of her touch a cold, abrupt reminder that she wasn’t mine.
“Sorry-”
“Oh, no-”
We spoke in unison and she stopped, looking down at her feet. I watched her cheeks flush and fought the urge to reach out and lift her chin up, taking a long minute to look into her eyes before I kissed her. My lip stung and I realized I had pulled it between my teeth as I studied her. I cleared my throat and she did as well, nodding towards the restaurant next to me.
“Shall we?”
“Oh, I uh- I actually cancelled our reservation.” Her brows furrowed in confusion and I continued. “When you said it was just you and me, I thought we’d go someplace else? Maybe Tori’s?”
Her mouth fell open in a soft ‘o’, eyes wide in excitement. “I forgot about Tori’s! They’re still open?”
I nodded excitedly and she leaned up on her tiptoes, the skirt of her dress ruffling as she moved. I watched her smile widen and my heart warmed.
“You wanna go?” She didn’t answer, just took my hand in hers and pulled me down the street. I followed blindly, too mesmerized by the feel of her skin on mine and the way her face had lit up. She stopped at a crosswalk and turned to me, pointing down Milford Street with a raised eyebrow. I nodded and the light turned, her hair bouncing as she started to cross.
“I can’t believe they’re still open!”
“You haven’t been?
I saw her grin falter as she shook her head, her grip on my hand loosening until it fell by her side. The air stilled around us and I fell into step with her. I slipped my hands into my pockets and chewed on my lip as we slowed to a stop at another crosswalk.
“It just... it was our place, you know? After you left, I tried to avoid everywhere we went.” She forced a dry laugh and looked away. “Stupid, I know.”
“It’s not. I mean, I understand that Reese.”
“You do?”
I nodded slowly as we turned a corner. “I do. For almost a whole year after I left, Alex had to field phone calls every time our song came on.”
“Really?”
“Yup. I was... a mess.”
She took a deep breath and tugged on the sleeves of her dress, her voice soft when she spoke. “I was too.”
We walked in silence until I stopped, nodding to Tori’s as she followed my lead. She looked up at the sign, a small smile on her face before she turned towards me. Behind her, the streetlights began to turn on and we were bathed in warm light. We stood in a long, tense silence until she set her hand on her stomach.
“I’m hungry.”
My own stomach growled and I nodded, the smell of fresh Italian food wafting over us as if on cue. I reached for the handle and wrenched it open, watching her hesitate for a moment before slipping past me.
We open the back door and walk in to the kitchen, the house completely silent and empty. I watch you take your shoes off and admire your sexy ass as I take mine off. I stand up and put your arms on the table leaning ever so slightly over it. I walk up behind you and push my body against yours, gripping your waist and kissing the back of your neck, sucking on your skin, my teeth slowly biting your neck. My hands move to the front of your pants, and down between your legs, applying pressure as your pussy moistens. My hardening cock pushing against your ass, grinding against you. My hands slowly unbutton and unzip your pants, feeling your wetness soak the fabric of your panties. Pushing under then, feeling your clean shaven pussy moist with the juices of your sex, letting them soak my fingers as I rub your pussy lips hard, grinding my cock hard against you, using one hand to gently pull on your hair as I spread your tight lips and slip the first finger deep inside of you, the 2nd rubbing gently right under your slit until it enters into your body.
You moan as I pull back harder on your hair and kiss and suck and gently bit your neck. Your hands pressed hard against the table, holding yourself up, pulling my hands out of your pants, soaking, dripping wet, and rubbing them across your lips and with my tongue licking your lips before pushing my finger into your mouth and feeling you lick it and suck on it. I pull it out with a pop, and slide my tongue deep into your mouth, tasting all of you, and pushing your pants down off of you, watching you step out of them as I pull your panties off of you, holding them in my hand, licking the crotch, tasting your wetness on it before discarding it. You reach down and unzip my pants; my bulge pushes hard against the zipper and springs out as you pull down both my pants and my boxers at the same time.
I pull your shirt off of you and unclasp your bra, exposing those perfect tits to me. I kiss both of them, sucking each nipple into my mouth and gently nibbling on them, ever so softly biting on them to remind you of the pleasure in the pain. I lay you down on the table, and spread your legs; placing my tongue directly below your slit and with one long lick I completely cover your pussy and apply pressure with my tongue. I kiss up your body playing with you, teasing you with my tongue till it reenters your mouth. The hard tip of my cock poking at your wet slit, my wetness mixing with yours. I get on my knees, letting my cock rub all the way up your body, rubbing it all over your tits, and then rubbing it on your lips, letting you lick the entire length of my cock down to its base. You slowly lick at my balls, taking them into your mouth as u suck on them and work magic with your tongue. Your hands take my shaft and gently rub my up and down as you taste my balls, then pulling out and letting you lick back to the tip of my cock before sliding it into your mouth, slowly pumping it in and out of your mouth, fucking it like it was your pussy.
Your hands move between your legs, sliding your middle finger deep inside of you, spreading your lips with one hand and sliding another finger inside of you. I moan your name as I feel my balls thicken with my cum, I pull back and watch as time after time I squirt my hot cum on to your face and into your open mouth onto your waiting tongue. So much cum it runs out both sides of your mouth and covers your face along with your tits. I kiss down your body and slide my tongue into your pussy, sucking hard and applying pressure when I find the spot, causing you to moan even louder and push your pussy up into my face. I gently suck on your clit and lick it with my tongue as it swirl it all over your pussy, I flip you over so your pussy is now on top of my face and I feel you push it down hard against my lips, as they suck on your sweet pussy lips, my tongue dives deep inside of you, feeling your pussy walls clinch against it as your orgasm nears. Playing with your clit as you scream and orgasm all over my face, feeling your pussy gush with your juices with juices soaking my face. You slide down my body, your juices covering everything they touch and I lay their as you lick them off my face and slide your tongue deep into my mouth.
I follow you into the bathroom and we can see our cum soaked faces in the mirror, walk up behind you and slide my cock between your ass cheeks, sliding it up and down your ass crack while massaging your tits and kissing your neck and back. Spreading your legs a little I slide my cock deep into your pussy and you see your expression in the mirror as I bend you over the sink and slowly pump my cock in and out of you, feeling your tightness grip me, taking it easy on your for a few minutes, before starting to slide it in and out faster with more force behind each insertion, gripping your hair with one and gently pulling it back, and spanking your ass cheek with my other as I get more rough with fucking your tight pussy, our juices allowing me to slide easily in and out of you. Pulling out of you and walking over to turn the shower on I pull you over to me and give you a long deep passionate kiss. I lift you up and you lock your legs around me as I ram my cock in and out of you, kissing you all over your face, the water beating on us, running all over our bodies.
Forcing myself deeper into you, while your teeth bite my neck harder, inspiring me to fuck you harder and harder till I feel your pussy clinch around my cock and your teeth sink deep into me as my cock thickens and we both explode in one amazing orgasm. Letting you go, you sit down in the bathtub, recovering from your orgasm, as a mixture of my cum and your cum run down your legs. I take the shower head and place it directly on your pussy, watching you moan again as I kiss you deeply. Moving my cock to take place of the shower head, I slide it deep into you and fuck you, kissing you and biting your neck as my hard-on grows thicker inside of you. I kiss down your body as I fuck you hard, sucking on your nipples, licking all over your tits, biting your nipples making you moan in pleasure and pain. Feeling another orgasm build I pull out and slide my cock deep into your mouth and feel myself let loose with your tongue working me. Pulling out, watching you smile; none escapes from your mouth.
We wash each other off, kissing each other passionately as we clean each others bodies and explore every inch of them. I turn the water off and we dry each other off. We walk into my bedroom and you get on the bed, spreading your legs I slide in between them and kiss you deeply. My shaft pushing against your wet slit. I kiss you again and turn you over on your knees. I kiss all over your back and gently kiss and lick down your ass for a minute before sitting up pushing your head into my pillow. I begin to slide my cock deep into your pussy, deeper than it ever has been before, touching ever inch of the inside of your pussy as you moan wildly into my pillow, wet from your saliva. I being to fuck you hard, gripping your hips and pulling you hard back against my cock, shoving it deep into you making you feel sensations you have never felt before. Pushing my cock in and out of your pussy, gripping you hard, and occasionally spanking you as I fuck you like a beast I bend over you and kiss your back, kiss your neck, licking all over. I grab your hair and pull back on it making your head leave my pillow and allowing you to scream out in ecstasy. Your pussy clinches my cock tightly, not wanting to let it go.
My cock pushes deeper into you as you moan like a French whore. My hands move to play with your tits as I sit you up and let you lean back on me. Still ravaging your pussy before pulling out to move in front of you and lifting your legs up in the air and resting them on my shoulders as I slide my cock back deep into your sweet pussy. Fucking you in and out until I feel your orgasm build, as your pussy clinches hard around my cock I feel you cum all over it. I pull out and start jacking off looking at you and feeling my orgasm build I let it go and watch my cum cover your pussy and tummy before you sit up and using your tongue you lick it clean.
In the six months leading up to our wedding Jessica didn’t fall pregnant. I worked hard to take my mind off my impending matrimony and Jessica and her sister spent their time studying for their finals and choosing their dresses. The day before our wedding we said our final goodbyes to each other as boyfriend/girlfriend and made our way to separate lodges up in the mountains. That night I slept alone and it felt… wrong but when the sun rose over the lake it bathed the lodges in glory. The skies were as clear as crystal with no clouds to be seen, and the heat of the day was already gently rising. It promised to be a perfect day, which was just right for what was about to take place; The joining of the Winter and Robinson families. There would be few guests, just family and a few special friends; we had become a pretty closed knit group and we only really needed ourselves. I had invited Richard but he had to decline at the last minute; his girlfriend had suffered a relapse brought on by the ghosts of her traumatic past. Something had triggered her and he needed to be by her side. I understood completely and wished him well.
The weather promised to make this day as magical as Jessica had always dreamt of it being and she told me she had been looking forward to this day ever since she had met me all those years ago over ice-cream. Of course, the night before had also been a loud one, and one celebration as our two families convened at the café with Molly and her grandmother. But for now, the lodges remained silent and still. A contrast to what they had been during our courtship. The gently growing warmth of the day, as the sun peaked over the horizon and bathed lodge in its light, stirred me. I was perfectly content and at peace but as my mind began to process where I was and what was coming I felt excitement. Slowly flicking my eyes open, I woke up dazedly as my alarm went off. Reaching over to the side cabinet, I turned it off before I lay back in bed and just breathed. My body felt all aglow and ready for the day ahead; today was my wedding day. I would be waiting for Jessica to walk down the aisle and marry me. Today promised to be the greatest day of my life.
Smiling to myself, I ran my hands over her stubbled face and into my short, blonde hair, feeling the perfect contentment grow within me. Today already felt like a dream, and I already felt like I was sleeping on clouds, let alone walking on them later. I was almost twenty-one years-old and I contemplated my life as I lay in bed thinking of the day to come. I had no idea what to expect, only that I was going to have the most stressful best day ever.
I wondered whether the family from next door, who were now literally in the lodge next door, were up yet? The ceremony wasn't until later in the day and I was up with the birds; I hadn't slept because I was, quite naturally, completely stressed out. I had no idea if anyone was going to be coming over before we were due at the church, then there was the ceremony with everyone there and finally, there would be the reception back here at the café and then there would be people everywhere from both families and friends. I didn't mind though; I wanted the focus to be on Jessica today anyway. Taking a deep breath, I pulled the covers off myself and swung my legs over the edge of the bed.
"Jessica Robinson… is going to become Jessica Winter today." I said to myself happily and smiled. Then I pushed myself up onto wobbly legs and padded around the bed to the en-suite.
I jumped into the shower and turned it on. Warm water rained down on me. The feeling was incredible. It felt like it washed away all of my fatigue from my restless night and made me feel clean. I felt my anxiety fade. This was what I needed. Washing myself, I let her mind drift to Jess. She was going to have the most special day of her life. Today, everything would change… for the better. Humming to myself as I felt my body heat up, I washed myself until I felt all clean and content, and then I stepped out of the shower. Drying myself off, I reached for a bath robe that was on the back of the door and slipped it on. There was no need to get dressed yet, I had a lot to do today before I needed to get into my wedding gear. And so, slipping out of the en-suite, I headed downstairs to see what was going on.
My parents weren't there when I reached the lounge, which didn't surprise me as Mom and Dad had said they would pop to the church to make sure everything was set up. So I padded through into the kitchen and grabbed myself a glass of orange juice before I headed back through into the lounge. Sitting on the sofa I remembered all the times I had sat here before; the echo of the time I had railed Jessica from behind on it. Being sucked by Rachel. Being fucked by Molly. All on this same sofa. I curled my legs up beneath me and began sipping my juice. Looking at the clock, I could see it was still far too early so I took a moment to relax. A moment was truly all I had; I only managed one more sip from my juice before the doorbell rang.
Heading to the front door, I opened it. "Good morning!" Came the ecstatically happy sound of Jessica's mother. The long-haired blonde stood by the door beaming as she held a bundle of clothes and bags under her arm.
"Hey, Sophie." I replied happily.
"How are you doing? Are you ready for today?" She asked as I stepped outside and joined her on the veranda. The weather was warm and there park was empty.
"Excited for every second of it!" I replied ecstatically, "Where's Joseph?"
"He's just getting in the way… and so was I. The twins need this time to themselves. This is going to be a big change for both of them." Sophie answered, adjusting the things under her arms.
"Come in, let's go inside before you drop all of that!" I quickly said as I realised that Sophie was dressed similarly to me, the both of us in soft, white bathrobes, hardly the attire to be talking on the doorstep. Heading through into the lounge, Jessica's mother followed me in, plopping the clothes and bags on the chairs as we entered.
"So, how does it feel to be getting married today?" Sophie asked me excitedly.
"I can't wait for it! It was a long road, getting from there to here but the journey… may have been worth it." I replied, watching the mature woman brush her hair back over her ears. "I'm excited to see Jessica later today all dressed up too. It'll be nice having everyone there."
Sophie beamed brighter at that, and I stepped forward to give her a cuddle. Sophie's hug was warm and close; a full body hug; I remember feeling the softness of her breasts pressed against my chest. After a few seconds I slid my hands from around her back and onto her sides just under her arms. That's when I experienced her wiggle. I don't know how else to describe what she did. It reminded me of a snuggle inside a soft, warm blanket, but in this case she was snuggling against my chest. It was unexpected, but very enjoyable, if a bit erotic. I returned the wiggle and squeezed her rib cage. She seemed to raise her arms a bit to allow me more access and then we just held each other. She looked beautiful, even without her makeup and dressed only in a bathrobe. Her hair was long, straight, blonde falling down around her shoulders. The robe rode up and I could feel the swell of her ass. She felt my hands there too, and whispered, "I'm a married woman."
"Soon I'll be a married man."
"We will be family. At last."
Her robe had pulled open at the top forming a deep V all the way down to the sash. If her breasts had been smaller they would have fallen out, but they held nice and tight in the fabric, the silk held taught. I needed to sit down, clear my head.
"Thank you for everything you've done to get me here… I couldn't have made it without you." She fell into a seat before me, her robe was still open. "I suppose I should get ready," I said nervously. Apprehensive about the day ahead of me and the presence of someone so significant in my life sitting with me in nothing more than a bath robe.
"There's no hurry. Let's sit for a while." She leaned in, took my hand and kissed me on the cheek, easing some of my fears.
I sat back down a moment sipping my juice. She fetched herself a coffee and when she rejoined me she smiled and I felt better. In fact, I felt like I had ascended to heaven. Sophie exuded beauty in every aspect of her. I never met a woman who moved the way she did, the naturalness of her. Her aroma was amazing; mesmerizing, safe. I relaxed into the seat, inhaled, closed my eyes and melted. I was home. When she reached her arm around me to hug me again, I just held her there and wanted to cry. She was happy and I could not stop looking at her. She moved like a butterfly, light and delicately. Her arms were so smooth, lightly freckled, her hands so graceful. Her breasts were heavy, but perfectly shaped, the way they moved with her, so natural. Her body was all in motion beneath the fabric of her robe, no lines, her figure was this beautiful world of curves and flesh. I watched for the places where her body pressed to the fabric giving a hint to her bare outlines underneath. Her neck was long, muscular and when she turned her head with such a soft profile, head held high she looked like a goddess. I always knew she was a strong woman, but empathic and sensual. When she sipped her coffee she closed her eyes and breathed in and I remembered all the times she had eased my fears with a word or a touch.
She settled back into her chair next to me, her blue eyes were wide and smiling. "You’ve got his eyes, you know? Jacob has grown. Gotten so big. You know when he was born, he looked at me and I remembered when Maria first showed me you. You were a beautiful baby… and you gave me a beautiful baby. I looked at Jacob and asked myself, 'How did I get this lucky?' I couldn't believe it… Maria's baby boy has given me a baby boy… at last. I can never repay you for what you've done for me… and my family. For fixing my marriage. For helping Joseph realise his dreams. For loving Jessica and for never letting Rachel down. You even forgave Eleanor… after everything she did."
"Ellen… that all seems so long ago now."
"She's part of your past. I want your future to be as perfect as you are." I watched her fingers brushing through her hair. Her robe was up around her thighs as she settled into the cushion. I eyed her carefully. She kept her legs together, the fabric falling around her legs as she reached out and touched my hip. She kept talking, the words flowing from her and I relaxed, remembering her stories. "This is like when we used to stay here, I would come in your room and wake you up."
"We also slept together..."
"Now we live under the same roof. Everything turned out pretty well, didn't it?" and she held my hand. "Jessica wants to know if you want to see her before your wedding?"
I paused and looked into her eyes, putting my head down so as not to stare, "Isn't it bad luck for me to see the bride before the wedding?"
Sophie shook her head. "You've both already had a lifetime of bad luck come your way. Superstitions aren't ever going to be enough to keep you apart… and we are an unconventional family." She gave me her warm smile and I felt that familiar tingle between my legs.
"So, what's the plan for this morning?" I asked her.
"Well, we've got to do your fiancée’s hair, make-up, and get her into her dress. And do the same for us. Your dad will return later when you're dressed so he can travel to the ceremony with you. Molly is thrilled to be your best man. Joseph will be by his daughter's side to give her away. Rachel, the maid of honour and myself, the mother of the bride, will head to the church in advance, so we're not late." Jessica's mother answered.
I felt excitement and the gnawing anxiety at the coming day flooded through me. This was it; I was actually getting married to Jessica… today… this afternoon! "I think you should have a coffee to wake you up a bit. You have more than enough time," Sophie said as she stood up, looked at me, then smiled again before heading back through to the kitchen. I smiled at the married mother and it wasn't long until she walked back in with two fresh mugs of coffee and handed one to me.
I still didn't say anything, and she didn't seem to be looking at me specifically, just daydreaming about the day ahead no doubt. She looked stunning. I had fleeting memories of her as a child but when she moved in next door three years ago I saw Sophie in a completely different light. And, as I matured, so too did my physical attraction to her. She was a very attractive woman, about 5' 10" in height, with shoulder-length blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She possessed a radiant smile that transformed her already lovely face into something almost angelic and was always cheerful and friendly to everyone. As a young, eighteen-year-old, about to graduate from high school, I began to develop a strong attraction to her. While I could also certainly admire and appreciate her other shapely feminine qualities, it was primarily her confidence and caring nature that I felt were more appealing than her physical attributes. But then Ellen appeared, her almost lookalike eldest daughter, and she threw herself at me, ripping me from my innocent adolescence.
Sophie was sitting across from me, sipping her coffee, her legs crossed beneath her robe. She still, quite literally, had the loveliest legs I had ever seen. Her legs were, in a word, perfection. Her toned thighs were delightfully plush and shapely, and her calves were beautifully sculpted. I had never seen a more perfect pair of legs in my life, and I found myself constantly stealing glances at them. Even now, on the morning before my wedding, I was staring at her covertly as she sat with me in the living room. Every sinuous move she made, crossing and uncrossing her incredible legs, was so sensually provocative and alluring that it became increasingly more difficult to keep from staring at her noticeably.
I can't even begin to tell you how many times I fantasised about Sophie, and her incredibly shapely legs while masturbating. Back then, Sophie was for me, the ideal of feminine perfection. She seemed ageless. Her beauty; timeless. She always captivated me. Even on the morning of our wedding. Every time she leaned forward to sip from her cup, her robe would inch up to reveal the milky white flesh of her lower buttocks and I would sigh with pleasure to be able to see her so intimately. When I looked up, I was shocked to find her beautiful blue eyes locked onto mine. She smiled and my face instantly blushed red. For a second, I had no idea why she didn't joke at my expense. That would have been her usual response to the situation. But then I noticed that her eyes flowed mine, looking down a little to her open robe that held my attention. It was gaping open at the top, almost showing all of her gloriously full 36C tits. Her breasts were pushed up a little by the robe's belt, but the robe had opened up, and I was now staring at her voluptuous melons. For a moment, I saw Sophie register confusion. She wasn't a prude… at all, but her soon to be son-in-law was staring at her tits. I took a moment to pull my eyes away from her chest and look at her face, but when I did my cheeks only reddened more as I felt embarrassment wash over me. Sophie then just smiled faintly and sat there, as if waiting for something.
My penis suddenly pulsed, and I knew exactly why. "You should be careful." I suddenly said out loud, clearly not knowing what to do or say as I tried to look everywhere but at my girlfriend’s mother.
Abruptly, Sophie let her natural flirty side take over. She couldn't help it. "You're right, Jeff." She answered back, reaching up to fix her robe over her tits, "You should be saving yourself for later."
My face reddened a little more as I clearly understood her meaning, and Sophie smiled gently to herself. Then she looked around.
"I should get the clothes for tonight hung up." She said, before looking back to me with her big blue eyes.
"Yes. Okay. Right." I responded, clearly still perturbed, "And I should go… get ready."
Clearly I was out of sorts, and obviously I had enjoyed the view down her robe, as I glanced back at her. For a moment, Sophie just sat there and I felt my heart beat faster. I was getting married to her daughter later that day… and in many ways, she looked just like her. My mind filled with visions of Ellen, who was virtually her look-a-like. It had been almost two years since I had seen her. I found myself wondering what she was doing now… did she know I was finally about to marry her little sister? I didn't know how to feel about that. But the horniness that had been creeping inside me all morning wouldn't let me forget my complicated journey to this point in time.
The beautiful blonde mother-in-law-to-be smiled a little playfully. She always took it as a compliment when I enjoyed the view of her tits. Perhaps, deep down inside of myself, I had already considered if our illicit relationship would end with my marriage to Jessica… or continue? That spurred the horniness lancing through me even more, and I found my stomach suddenly tingling with butterflies. My thoughts suddenly spurred the lust within me as Sophie’s eyes sparkled. I wasn’t the only one blushing, I noticed a red flush wash over her too. This was so wrong… so naughty… but then reality put me back in check. I was getting married and this was harmless flirting to see if I would react. But the fact that she was sitting where I had fucked her so many times before wasn’t lost on me. Sophie just kept on smiling, and finished her coffee while I enjoyed the view. I felt my stomach flutter again at that and a little buzz started in my testicles.
"Have you tried on your dress?" I asked her, and Sophie smiled at me before looking at the dress she had brought with her.
"Not yet. Would you like to see? I’ll need some help with the zip." Sophie responded, glancing at me from the corner of her eye. I was caught in the middle of a war within myself; between what I wanted and the reality of the situation, but that just made Sophie more excited to play around with me. "Will you help me, Jeff?" Sophie asked.
I clearly didn't know what to say. Sophie was still sitting in her robe and she had left a decent amount of cleavage on display. Though she had tightened the belt a little, the thought of her in her dress had set off my inappropriate thoughts.
"Sure." I replied simply and smiled weakly in response.
"Aww, thanks. It'll be nice to have a man's perspective on it. Especially yours," Sophie said playfully.
Though it was clear what she meant to me, I wanted to ensure my relationship with my bride's mother should remain… at least cordial. But would it remain the same? Sophie had already given birth to my baby. She still came to me for sex… before returning home to make love to her husband. I finished sipping my own coffee feeling even more uncomfortable, though not from reluctance, but from something new and unexpected. Sophie, though, was happily enjoying herself. That was why the buxom blonde leaned back on the sofa and crossed one leg over the other. Her robe opened a little over her legs, revealing up to her mid-thigh, and the neck gaped a little more as she sat in the corner of the sofa, slouching a little. She made it as if to pay attention to the noises outside, but she kept her eye on me from the corner of her eye… and I kept stealing glances at her. At first worriedly, but then there was already something burning in my eyes as they fell over her exposed leg or cleavage. Sophie trailed a hand down her chest, while the other rubbed her smooth leg surreptitiously, and she couldn't help but smirk at the look on her face as I watched her.
"Erm, I'll just go and check on things in the kitchen while you get busy. Yeah." I said before picking up our mugs and walking off. Not my usual confident self.
That made Sophie laugh softly behind me. She knew she was getting to me. Standing up, I guessed she made a decision.
"I'll help. Then I'll get dressed." She said, before she headed into the kitchen with me.
I was standing in front of the counter, leaning on it with both hands, my head hung, to focus… on anything but her… On her firm yet soft tits? On trying not to think of her in any sexual way. Sophie stopped by the round table and she looked at me. Really looked at me. I was still only in a robe and her eyes were devouring me. I had grown into a man under her care, well-built, and tall. She let her eyes wander over me, from my broad shoulders and back, my strong arms, my ass. Then to the front of the robe, slightly bulging below my abdomen. She was checking me out and the thought flitted through my horny mind before I could even stop it, and my cock began tingling at her lustful appraisal. I had to admit that the thought of fucking her on my wedding day did make make my penis tremble and shoot a lance of erotic, naughty heat through me, but did she really want to? Surely she just wanted to flirt and get a reaction from me, to show she could and that I did still see her as a woman. Shaking my head, I dismissed the thought and smiled to myself. Focus on the here and now, not fantasies, I told myself and turned away to begin washing the dishes.
"Hey, Jeff, do you need help?" Sophie said in a soft, sultry voice. Her question echoed in my mind. She placed her hands on her slender hips and let her robe open up a little more at the top. She also stood with one leg outside the robe, hinting at the glorious treasure high up within.
I was clearly startled. I turned around and looked at her and sighed. "Sorry, Sophie, I'm fine, thanks, no need to help. This Jessica’s special day… I’m just nervous. I just need to get dressed. She has a list of things to do. Go help her." I answered her confidently. Though there was clearly an edge to my voice, just a tiny one, and I so obviously avoided looking at her chest so much that I might as well have been staring at it. Sophie pushed her tits out a little more subtly, feeling the soft robe rub against her now erect nipples. Was she getting turned on by this? Shoving the thought down, I smiled.
"I'm here because I need your help," Sophie asked in her best teasing, light-hearted voice.
"Uh, sure. What with?" I asked. I tried to be strong, my eyes looking as sharp and confident as ever as I stared rigidly into her crystal blue eyes.
"I wanted your opinion on how I look and how my hair looks. I know I haven't gotten dressed yet, but I wanted to hear what you thought right now before I do. So I can get ready more if I need to." Sophie answered, her voice smooth and subtle yet tinged with a 'come hither' kind of tone.
Damn, she was good at this. I glanced down at her chest before I caught myself, clearly trying to avoid the answer. But when I looked back at her, I tried to present the perfect image of her confident groom. Her best friend’s son. Just like normal.
"Sophie, you look beautiful. Your hair looks fantastic, and you're going to look gorgeous. You are always perfect. You know that." I answered, and I saw a pleased feeling suffuse her.
Playing with the belt around her waist, Sophie acted a little coy. "Thank you, Jeff. I must look a right mess trying to look pretty in this robe though." She said with a small, self-deprecating laugh.
"Not at all, Sophie. You look great, as always. You don't need to dress up to show yourself off." I said, then snapped my mouth shut, the latter obviously too close to the truth.
Sophie folded the belt in front of her and let go with one hand. Then she ran her hand up to her neck, gently and subtly sliding her fingers down to the top of her ripe tits. My eyes followed despite myself and that made Sophie's lips curve in a seductive smile. She continued to trace her fingers along her exposed cleavage as if doing it without thinking. My eyes tried oh so hard not to follow… but the sudden twitching of my robe told Sophie exactly what she needed to know.
"Thanks, Jeff. You really know how to make a girl feel special… but this is your wedding day." She said, as I watched her tits rise and fall a little more, heart beginning to beat a little heavier and her breathing deepening ever so slightly.
Smiling beautifully, she moved a little towards me. I blinked but kept my eyes on hers and she let her hand drop to rest on the kitchen counter.
"Could you grab me a glass from the cupboard? I fancy a drink and Molly always puts the best glasses too high for me to reach." She said, as my stomach fluttered wildly.
"Sure. Which cupboard?" I asked, growing a little more comfortable with the situation as things were returning to normal between them again.
Sophie pointed to one high up behind me and smiled innocently. I turned and reached for the cupboard… and Sophie moved. Walking up behind me she smirked to herself as she came up close. "One of those glasses." She pointed to the back, and I reached for one.
Sophie then pressed herself against me from behind and reached up as if to grab a glass. She laughed at my reaction. I jumped as I felt her body press against mine, especially her barely covered tits as they pressed into my back, and Sophie dropped down as I turned around with the glass.
"That's the one. Thanks, Jeff." She said with an impish smile as she looked up at me.
She didn't move and as I turned around her body in its robe brushed against me. Sophie held herself close, gently pressing against me, as I looked down at her with the glass in my hand. She knew that I could see the full succulence of her cleavage as I stood a little taller than her, and Sophie smiled warmly up at me.
"You're the best." She said, and then reaching up on tiptoe, Sophie kissed my lips in a quick peck that could have been familial but that sent a shockwave of lust burning through my body.
She laughed lightly as she spun around and walked away to the fridge to get herself some juice. When Sophie turned around from the fridge, I blinked and quickly looked away. I had been staring at her… Was it her ass or body shape? Did it matter which? Sophie smiled as she closed the fridge behind her and came to stand a little in front of me by the counter. Leaning her hip against the wood, she sipped her drink and looked overherself the rim with 'fuck me' eyes.
"Are you okay, Jeffrey?" She asked, deliberately using my full name to tease me.
I turned to look at her and we just stared at each other while I tried to come to terms with my feelings for the mature blonde. She was definitely flirting with me; it was in her sapphire blue eyes when they met mine. Sophie swallowed some more of her drink and kept eye contact with me until I finally spoke.
"I'm fine. It's just… hot." I answered, and Sophie smirked before she placed her drink on the counter behind her. If I thought it was hot now, I knew she would make it hotter.
"Jeff, I just wanted to say something to you while I have you alone..." She began, innocently but flirty as she moved closer to me. Slipping her arms up and around my neck, Sophie gave me her best seductive smile. "...I wanted to say that I'm glad you made it, and that you will become a part of my family today. I love you, Jeff."
With those last words Sophie hugged me, pressing herself against me in a tight hug. She even ran her nails down my neck a little to play, which brought a shudder. But it was her body pressing against mine, and her tits so close, that suddenly made a significant bulge rest against Sophie's stomach. That made my heart beat faster and her cock pulse. She pulled back and looked up at me, her lips poised as if for a kiss.
"Thank you, Jeff." She said as if continuing her thought rather than pursuing our now very obvious sexual attraction.
"It's my pleasure, Sophie." I said, and Sophie winked up at me before she grinned and stepped back.
"I like that you're… always… there for me, for Jess… Rachel and Joseph… for all of us." She said insinuatingly, "It feels good."
I blinked, but I didn't have time to say anything as Sophie turned around and grabbed her drink from the counter and headed towards the living room. Glancing over her shoulder she could see the confusion in my face, and she almost giggled. I was clearly getting turned on with the ceremony only seven hours away. I could tell she was pushing the boundaries with me… and I didn't know what to do. She smirked as she left me to figure out how I felt and come to terms with it and stepped into the lounge.
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I managed to gather myself together and bring down my own tuxedo and Sophie immediately went to work fixing in place a carnation. When she was done she stood back to admire her handiwork and I considered getting into my suit with half a dozen hours to spare. I decided against it, I'd only ruin it and wondered if I should try to cool off in the inviting waters of the lake.
"How is Jessica?" I asked as Sophie went back to her own clothes, now neatly arranged on the table.
"She's fine… getting increasingly nervous. I had to get out… she needed to just be with her sister and they needed to get ready together. You know what they're like. They need each other and they desperately want for each other to be happy. I was just getting in the way and I knew you were alone over here… no doubt feeling nervous yourself." Sophie answered cheerily.
"Don't you need to get ready?" I asked. As Sophie studied her dress.
She smiled back and I felt my stomach flutter again. That was when she looked over at me and smiled playfully, the corner of her mouth curving in a smirk that touched her beautiful blue eyes; her gaze was filled with a warmth only a mother could have on her daughter's wedding day, but there was a hint of something else… I wasn't out of the woods yet.
"I'm going to get dressed here." Sophie said as she leaned over to grab a couple of bags. "The girls have hijacked the bathroom and I knew there would be more space over here.”
The move caused her robe to open a touch at the top and Sophie reactively flicked her eyes up to look at me. My eyes shifted the moment she looked at me and Sophie's smile deepened amusedly. Obviously I had caught the briefest glimpse of her breasts. But the question was, was her move intentional or accidental? My stomach fluttered some more as she stood up with an armload of wedding bags.
"Are you… going to get changed now?" I asked her.
"Yeah. Not long to go now. Got to get dressed for your big day!" She replied excitedly. "You better get dressed too, Jeff. You can't get married in a church in your bathrobe." Jessica's mother said amusedly, and I chuckled with her. "We could get ready together, couldn't we?" Sophie asked impishly as she walked to where I was standing.
I looked up at her from my seat and took a deep breath. I nodded in answer. "But I'll be heading to the church last of all… with Molly… don't you need to get away?" I asked and Sophie grinned at me.
"That's not for hours yet Jeff. You are nervous aren't you? I’m excited to be here with you right now. I don't want you left on your own and getting cold feet!" Sophie replied, emphasising the last sentence playfully. She just sat down on the sofa again and smiled mischievously at me. "Take care of Jessica for us. It's her last day as one of us." She announced in a more serious tone, nearly in tears of happiness as she leaned over and again gave me a deliciously warm hug. I couldn't resist and wrapped my arms around her. I momentarily lost myself in the warm softness of her curvaceous body. Her hand caressed my hair as she whispered, "I will always be so grateful for your kindness. I'll never forget what you are doing for her and for my entire family."
Just as I was about to reply she turned my head towards her and kissed me softly. At first I didn't respond as I was caught off guard by the moment. Eventually I pulled away and said, "I-I… I don’t know what to say."
But before I could say another word she put her finger on my lips to hush me and said, "Jeff, just enjoy the day and everything that is coming your way. I wish you a life of everlasting love and happiness." She left me standing there bewildered at what had just happened. This mature woman always somehow found a way into my heart and soul. "We're alone now, Jeff…" She said with a hint of teasing in her voice, and she laughed softly as she watched me adjust how I was sitting.
"You better get ready. I need to go for a walk down to the lake or something. I have so much going on inside my head." I said, as if trying to find something to say.
"Oh, I'll get ready soon enough. I just want to spend some time with you. You are the template for the future of my family, after all." Sophie replied, giving me a hooded glance. She laughed at my reaction; subtle, yet clearly a little uncomfortable about that last sentence given what had happened but she just bit her bottom lip and looked over to me. "This robe is nice and soft. I should get you one for Christmas." She said, adjusting the robe over her legs to reveal some of her smooth thigh and calf.
She gently moved the robe, as my eyes followed the lines of her legs, so she began to move the thing a little more, revealing more of her thigh and hip. I licked my lips and then forced myself to look away, clearly not knowing what to do or say in the situation, but also obviously enjoying the view despite… or maybe because… Sophie should be completely off limits. How could I not be attracted to her?
"Would you like a robe like this one, Jeff? Maybe this one?" She asked, running her fingers down the fluffy neckline outlining her full breasts.
I looked back at her and then clearly kept my eyes on her face. My cheeks were reddening again.
"Sure. That would be a great gift." I said, a touch of unsteadiness to my voice as I answered.
Sophie smirked, a faint curving of her succulent pink lips. Her blue eyes were smoky as she dropped her hand to her leg and left it there, drawing the eye to her smooth thigh.
"I could wrap this one up for you… when I take it off?" She said smoothly, just hinting at those last words a little as she spoke. My eyes went a touch wide but I smiled warmly and nodded. I didn't say a word. Sitting up on the edge of the seat, Sophie didn't adjust her robe as it lay semi-open around her. "So, Jeff, what are you looking forward to most; the wedding or the reception?" She asked.
"I'm just happy to see this day through," I answered warmly, "Jess and I have been pretty much married for a while now anyway. Ever since we moved into your loft together. I just want you to be happy."
Sophie tilted her head at that and smiled. "You want me to be happy?" She asked, standing up and swaying over to me, "You make me happy, Jeff." She added playfully before she plonked herself down on my lap sideways. Placing her arm around my neck, she gazed into my eyes beautifully. The top of her robe still gaped a little, allowing for a luscious view, and with how she sat the bottom of her robe fell from her slender legs to her side, just about hiding her pussy. I felt a thrill rush through me. "I'm always going to be your girl though." She said impishly before snuggling against me.
Sophie could feel my heartbeat race a little and she smiled to herself. She was having an effect on me, no matter how I tried to hide it. That was when she became aware of a semi-hard lump underneath her legs. She recognised my arousal immediately. I watched as a flash of lust rushed through her at the sensation and I was really getting turned on by my wife-to-be’s mother! It made me feel oddly excited that she could turn me on despite the magnitude of the impending event. Moreover, it seemed to make Sophie's need within her from that morning burn hotter inside and my cock began to hum with desire. Looking back up at me, Sophie put on her best innocent look.
"I’ll always be close by… just downstairs. Do you like that you'll always be able to have me whenever you want, Jeff?" She asked, implying that we were going to live in the loft of her house but clearly insinuating something more.
My eyes flashed a little and my cock twitched beneath her, sending a wave of horniness through us both. "You'll always be important to me, Sophie." I replied with a tenuous stroke to my voice. I tried to keep myself composed but my blue eyes said something more… I was feeling anxious. "You have been an essential part of my journey to get here… I couldn’t have done any of it without you. We made a baby together! Before I met you I was broken and insignificant."
"But you’re not either of those things anymore, Jeff." Sophie said with conviction, making her eyes big as she looked up at me. She then touched my cheek and moved a little closer to me, pressing her full tits against my chest.
"I still feel broken." I admitted.
"Do you think I need to shave my legs this morning?" She asked, trying to change the subject, reaching for my one hand and placing it on her smooth, slender thigh.
My heartbeat jumped and began pounding in my chest, and the bulge beneath her twitched violently. Sophie tried not to smile as she rubbed my hand up and down her leg as if checking to see if she needed to shave. I hesitated once more before I replied. "I think you're, uh, smooth enough as it is," I said, and Sophie did smile mischievously this time.
"Oh, you have no idea, Jeff." She teased, and then, without giving me a chance to react, Sophie pressed her lips against mine in a kiss that lasted a couple of seconds. Once more my heartbeat and cock trembled, and my hand involuntarily gripped at her leg. Then Sophie broke the kiss and giggled, smiling up at me. "Thank you for being so loving and caring," She said, "Thank you for choosing my daughter, for giving me a son, for loving me and for keeping me company before my youngest daughter’s wedding. I want your marriage to be long and happy."
I gave her a trembling smile, my hand still on her bare thigh, before Sophie patted my cheek and stood up. My hand slipped from her leg and she gave my bulge a glance as she moved. Bouncing as she got up, Sophie clapped her hands together as she turned to look at me.
"I better get dressed. I don't suppose you want to help me, do you, Jeff?" She asked playfully, her eyes hinting at things. I blinked and my mouth opened, but Sophie didn't give me a chance to say anything. She giggled again and turned towards the door. "Just thought I'd ask." She said and then made her way towards the hall door. "I'll see you in a bit. Try not to… stress…" Sophie skipped towards the stairs, grabbing her dress on the way. With that, she happily headed upstairs to the bedroom to get changed.
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I sat on the sofa feeling a mix of emotions and feelings. Mostly I was stupefied and confused, but I was also, though I didn't want to admit it, feeling totally turned on. I knew that I shouldn't be, but how was any man supposed to react when confronted with a beautiful woman, wearing nothing but a bathrobe, and giving me attention? The fact that it was my wedding day was why I shouldn't be having these feelings. Not now. I tried not to react but hadn't been able to stop myself from looking… and daydreaming. Sophie had fantastic tits! This was a fact; wedding or not, mother of the bride or not. And then sitting on my lap? Making me touch her leg? Why would she flirt with me before her daughter’s big day? No, it had to be my imagination. I was stressed and confused. But I couldn't help it if she had made my dick hard. It was just a natural reaction to having a beautiful, stunning woman on my lap and showing herself off. Whether intentionally or not, she had. I sat there with my thoughts flying, but none of it changed my penis from being solid, tenting my robe. Nor did they stop me from thinking of how smooth Sophie's leg had felt, and how impressive her voluptuous chest was. I knew she was off limits, especially today, but I couldn't stop thinking about her. Did Jessica know she was over here?
I needed to calm down. Better still, I should probably leave and take a cold swim in the lake. I adjusted myself to try to hide my bulge, and I decided to not pay attention to anything Sophie did, on purpose or not, when she came back down. She was probably just giddy with excitement at the day and being herself around me. She loved me after all. And I did love her. Yes, I was just going to calm down and stop over-thinking things. I could enjoy what had happened and I wasn't going to think anything more or react. I wasn't. Really. But… if that was the case… Why was I walking up the stairs? I could turn around… I should have turned around but I stopped there, at the top of the stairs, staring through the open door into the bedroom and there she was, starting to undress. In my defence, I did try to do the right thing, by walking away. However, after only a couple of steps, I stopped, and then turned around to see Sophie unfastening her robe. I'd wait until it was off, and then I'd stop. There was no harm in seeing her naked, it wasn't anything I hadn't seen before. But when her robe was off, she did something that I wasn't expecting her to do. She was pulling on her nipples.
I'd started watching her out of curiosity, but now I was continuing because she was exciting me. I was now admiring her large breasts. They were always on display, but she had kept her prominent nipples hidden. And now I was seeing them looking as hard as my penis was making my mouth water. They were perfect, and I wanted to suck on them. Sophie was massaging both her breasts with her hands. Then, after sitting down on the bed, her touch became slower and gentler. She was now caressing them, like a lover would do. And I wished that I could be that lover. While she was doing it, she was occasionally moaning, especially when her fingers were on her nipples. Her hands were now rougher. Caressing had become groping. She was doing to them what I wanted to do to them. That was frustrating, but there was a way that I could join in.
She now had only one hand on her breasts, the other was between her wide open legs. In her eagerness to get to her pussy, she hadn't wasted any time, she just opened her robe and opened her legs. As she eagerly fingered herself, I was stroking my cock with equal ferocity. And when she speeded up, I did as well. I was matching her. I wanted us to reach it together. But that turned out to be wishful thinking, because without any warning, her body convulsed, and her beautiful face contorted into a grotesque mask. She was climaxing, but I still needed more time. I was now frantically trying to catch-up. By the time I got there, she was coming down from her high. I hadn’t cum when Sophie stood back up on weakened legs and picked up her beautiful dress. She raised her arms and let it fall over her shoulders; she wasn’t going to be wearing a bra or panties for the ceremony! Next she reached behind herself to zip up the beautiful white dress. The reason for being braless became obvious as it was an off-the-shoulder dress. It delved deep into her cleavage, revealing a scrumptious amount of bosom to be enjoyed, and ended just below mid-thigh level. Yes, it was a very sexy dress and nothing traditional, but it was very Sophie. But in addition to the no bra, Sophie had decided against wearing any panties either. What was the reason behind that decision? Whatever it was it brought a small smile to her beautiful face as she looked at herself in the mirror. My heart fluttered again at the idea of cheating on her wedding day. It wasn't a matter of if, but when. She was ready to be fucked but it wouldn't be long until she was at the ceremony listening to her youngest daughter say, 'I do'.
The zip on the dress came up her slender back easily, even though the dress was tight, and Sophie looked around for her tiara. It was a white lace thing that would just hold her hair back from her face a little. She looked beautiful, like a princess… no, she looked like a queen.Looking at herself in the mirror, Sophies's lips curved even more prettily. She fixed the tiara in place, and she looked at herself with her big, blue eyes. Her full breasts heaved in their confines, giving a voluptuous sight to anyone and everyone. Her long, slender legs were shown off perfectly and led up to the magnificent prize that some guy would claim that day. Would it be Joseph? Or would it be me?
Her perfect eyes twinkled as she twisted from side-to-side to look over herself. She knew she looked cock-hardeningly hot and sexy, but she also looked beautiful and elegant as well. Turning away from the mirror, Sophie grabbed her wedding purse off the bed and as quickly as that she was all ready for the ceremony. "Let's see what Jeff thinks…" She mumbled to herself as she turned around to walk out of the bedroom with a smirk on her pretty face.
To her surprise I was there, in the doorway, standing and staring. Sophie bit her bottom lip, and I felt my stomach somersault as she walked towards me. I was caught and my eyes struggled where to look. First they stared avidly and widely at her voluptuous cleavage, then they jumped down to her waist and legs, and then rose to Sophie's beautiful face that beamed back at me prettily, and suggestively. So, with a small, impish smile, she twirled on the spot.
"So, what do you think, Jeff?" Sophie asked playfully as she spun around, coming to stop facing me and placing her hands on her hips.
"You look… gorgeous, Sophie." I answered honestly, and then I cleared my throat. The effort of keeping my eyes on hers was obvious.
"You don't think it's a little… slutty?" She asked, emphasizing the last word as she fiddled with the hem of the dress and bent a little forward, revealing more of her full tits. I breathed deeper and tried to focus on Sophie's face as she looked up.
"I think it's perfect. Very you, baby–I mean Sophie!" I said desperately, and Sophie smiled at the compliment.
She ran her hands up to her stomach and held them there on her flat abs. "Thank you, Jeff. I want to look good for you." Sophie said, her lips curving slightly in a mischievous smile.
"Erm, why?" I asked without thinking, and Sophie beamed up at me as she moved closer a touch.
"Why? Because you're the most important man in my life, silly. My little girl has chosen very wisely… and trust me, I know. I’d choose you for myself if I could," she answered intelligently, yet no less flirtily.
I nodded at that, though absently. I was still trying not to stare at her cleavage. Sophie could tell. And the bulge beneath my robe had become a little larger.
"Well, you look beautiful, Sophie. Your daughters all share your passion and good looks. I got very lucky." I said proudly.
Sophie smiled playfully and amusedly. She walked over to me a little and stretched her arms up over her head, pushing her full tits out in the corseted dress. "Oh, Jeff, you're so wonderful. You’re going to be a wonderful husband and father." She said, deliberately emphasising who I was. Then she placed her arms around my neck and beamed up at me, tilting her head and pressed against me, staring longingly up at me through her big, blue eyes. "Would you marry me if you could?" She asked as her heaving chest brushed against my solid chest.
She could feel my bulge resting against her corseted stomach. "Wha…?" I blurted out as I looked down at her, and Sophie smiled. "I mean, yes, of course. You are a wonderful woman."
Sophie's smile brightened at that and she ran her hands down my chest and then took a hold of my hands, holding them between them and just below her full tits. "Would you run away with me if you could?" She asked, at first looking down at our hands and then looking up at me through her eyelashes.
"Sophie..." I began, and the mature blonde laughed a throaty giggle.
"Oh, come on, Jeff, it's just a question." She said amusedly, then looked up at me intently. My cock throbbed at the sight of her pretty face.
"If I wasn’t about to get married, you would be the exact kind of woman I want. You were and still are my dream woman." I finally said, gaining a little confidence by the end, and Sophie nodded as if that was exactly what she wanted to hear.
For a moment she just stood there looking up at me, then Sophie slid my hands over onto her waist, holding my hands there for a moment before she took her hands from mine and placed them on my broad shoulders. I didn't move one inch.
"You're a very handsome man, Jeff. I'm the lucky one," she said, her voice croaking a little as I saw her nipples begin to stretch the silk fabric. Looking up at me, she breathed a little heavier, doing interesting things to her barely-held-in tits. "If you weren't getting married this afternoon..." She laughed, then patted my chest. She was clearly getting to me now as I was breathing quicker and my hands felt like firm fire on her waist. "...Oh, Jeff… So you like this dress?" She asked in a low, throaty voice, suitable for inviting a man to her bed.
I stared down at her, my bulge gently pressing into her stomach. My hands worked on her waist as I held her, and Sophie kept hers on my chest.
"I do." I said simply, my gaze struggling to stay on her face.
Sophie smiled and deliberately breathed deeper, forcing her tits to rise and fall lusciously in the corseted dress. "Do you like me in it?" She asked in a playful, direct tone.
"Yes." I answered as if the word were dragged. Then I cleared my throat. "You look great, Sophie."
The matriarch's smile deepened at that, and it looked like she had been energised… as she prepared herself for what she was about to say next: "It's, okay Jeff, you can look. It's only natural to enjoy a beautiful woman in this figure hugging dress. You’re going to absolutely love Jessica’s dress when you see her in it…"
I hesitated, on the brink of saying something to her, but my bulge twitched against her and my eyes dropped, just for a second, and then they were back on her face. Sophie's smile became inviting.
"I can't wait for our first dance together, Jeff." She said, filling the words with some hidden meaning. My heart beat harder and faster, in time with hers, and Sophie turned around in my arms until her back was against my chest and her ass gently rested against my bulge. "Can you?"
I wanted to say something, or moan, or something, but I didn't. I just breathed deeper before I spoke. "I'll be honoured, Sophie." I said, though whether to the statement or Sophie's hidden meaning, I didn't know.
She took a hold of my hands on her waist and slipped them around onto her flat, corseted stomach. "Will you hold me like this?" She asked playfully, turning her head to look up at me behind her, almost like she was waiting for a kiss.
"I'll… hold you, any way you want, Sophie." I answered, stuttering over my words a little and flexing my fingers on her stomach.
"Any way I want?" Sophie asked, looking forward again and wondering if my eyes were on her full cleavage as I looked down at her. "Even like this?" She asked as she slowly slid my hands up her body towards her breasts.
My hands moved slowly and edged almost reluctantly but desperately, and then Sophie smiled naughtily and spun around in my hands. The look of disappointment and sudden reddening of my cheeks confirmed what she was thinking.
"I think I'm going to like dancing with you, Jeff." Sophie said with impish amusement, and the frustration in my face almost made her laugh.
My body ached with need, and she stepped back, holding my hands before she let them drop. Taking a step back, she smiled up at me before she suddenly squealed excitedly.
"Oh, I love this dress, Jeff! I look so perfect." She exclaimed, squeezing her eyes shut and running her hands up her sides and over her full 36C tits. Opening her eyes, she smiled amusedly at the look of desperate hunger on my face and she pushed her chest out a little more, swinging from side-to-side. "You look really handsome too, my son is going to grow up to be just like his father." She said honestly, "Any girl would be happy to be with you."
Without letting me even look at her in reply, Sophie let her eyes very deliberately drop to my crotch. The significant bulge that she had felt that day looked twice the size of what it had before, and it was straining hard against my robe. I didn't know what she was going to do until she came to stand directly in front of me. Then, looking up, Sophie grabbed my hand and showed me her daughter's promise ring on my finger.
"Jessica gave you this… as a warning, you know? It’s a symbol that she had claimed you… making it official, that you belonged to her and she belonged to you. She likes to share… but she needed us all to know she came first. A catch a lot of girls looking at you and then studying that," Sophie said playfully as she lifted my hand to her face. "You have no idea how attractive you are. They all regretfully look at your ring."
Smiling gorgeously, Sophie let her blue eyes flash and show the wantonness within her as she lowered my hand to just in front of her tits. As predicted my eyes followed her hand, staring down at my engagement ring just in front of her voluptuous cleavage that rose and fell as Sophie breathed heavily from horniness.
"You’ll have a wedding ring to go with this soon. What do you think all the girls will think then?" She asked as she played with my ring in front of her tits. Her eyes flashed and she breathed faster and deeper, her heart racing as she fingered my ring. And then suddenly, my ring slipped from my finger and dropped to the floor, bouncing as it went. "Oops!" Sophie said as if she hadn't intended the ring to fall. "Let me get that." She added before I could do more than open my mouth.
Without thinking Sophie instantly sank to her knees before me, deliberately kneeling on the floor in front of me as she looked down for my ring. Once she had it, she picked it up and slid it back onto my finger. "For a few seconds there… you weren’t promised to her…" Looking up, her eyes looked even bigger than they did usually, and Sophie smiled innocently at me. I just breathed deep and quick, my hands twitching as if they wanted to reach out for Sophie's pretty face...
...Sophie moved a little closer and my breath caught. She smiled mischievously. Kneeling there for a moment or two as I remained frozen where I stood, my big bulging cock trapped within my robe yet so close to my illicit lover's face, Sophie kept her eyes on mine, even as I looked down her dress once again. Her chest rose and fell deeply and succulently within her dress. After a minute she spoke: "Can I have a hand, Jeff?" She asked cutely and innocently.
I looked up into her eyes and Sophie's smile became more impish and playful. Then she lifted her left hand and held it out to me. It took me a moment to realise what to do, and not to dive my hands down the top of her dress. When I did, I took her hand and helped her up. Sophie smiled up at me as she rose to her feet almost pressing her chest against mine.
"Thanks. Let me push that all the way on…" she said, before taking my ring and pushing it all the way onto my finger. "Got to make sure it stays on if you choose to do anything with your hand." She answered my unasked question as I looked at her. She didn't even think, she just said it, but both of them laughed lightly at the implication, though maybe for different reasons. Or not.
"What am I going to do with you, Sophie?" I asked rhetorically and amusedly, and Sophie laughed softly.
"Oh, I could think of a few things." She answered and then moved as if blushing to stand in front of the dressing table behind her.
I immediately moved up behind her. "Sophie..." I began moving close to her, and Sophie could feel my bulging cock touch her tight, dress-clad ass. Spinning around, she leaned back against the dresser and looked up into my eyes, her own blue searching mine.
"Yes, Jeff?" She asked as my hands found the edge of the dressing table beside her and Sophie edged herself almost to sitting on it.
"Sophie..." I said as I looked down at her, and Sophie smiled invitingly.
"It's, okay my love." She said, deliberately emphasising the last two words.
Her breathing grew more rapid and her tits rose and fell lusciously with every breath. My legs felt like jelly. Fuck, I was getting so turned on! Did she need sex and to cheat so badly? I was sure she could feel my cock against her belly! For a moment we just stared into each other's eyes, blood pumping, hormones rising, lust taking over. And then Sophie made a move.
"Come with me, Jeff." She said suddenly as she took a hold of my hand.
I looked at her confused but agreeing as I moved a little away from her, and Sophie squeezed out from between me and the counter and turned her back on the door. Facing me, she led me away. "Where are we going?" I asked, and Sophie smiled in the dirtiest way she could.
"Not far," she answered naughtily but honestly, and led me across the hallway, staring back at me as she held my hand. I followed as she led me into the master bedroom, the room where later tonight I would consummate my marriage. Letting go of my hand once I was inside and walking over to shut the bedroom door. Why, when no one else was in the house, I didn't know. It just felt like an illicit final gesture. She turned around and leaned against the door, looking over at my confused face. Sophie smiled a dazzling, whoreish smile.
"What are we doing here, Sophie?" I asked questioningly, fearing the answer.
Sophie smirked playfully before she walked sensually over towards me, taking me by the hands.
"I thought when we have sex you'd like to fuck the mother of the bride on the bed you’re going to fuck your new wife in," she answered mischievously.
My eyes shot open at that and Sophie's smile became impish as she took my hands and placed them on her full, half-exposed tits. My hands on her swelling breasts sent a lance of lust flashing through me, especially when I gently gave them a squeeze. Sophie bit her bottom lip and watched me stare down at her tits. They were magnificent.
"Do you like my tits, Jeff?" Sophie asked, and I breathed heavier.
"We shouldn't do this." I said finally, almost seeming to want to move my hands but keeping them resting on her tits. They were too amazing not to touch now that I had my hands on them.
"That's the fun of it." Sophie said simply and teasingly. Then she slid forward, my hands slipping down onto her slim waist, and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Kiss me, Jeff. Kiss me and then fuck my brains out." She said heatedly and I stared down at her. It was clear I was hesitant and so Sophie raised onto her tiptoes and moved her lips to near mine.
"It's, okay Jeff, you can fuck me. I want you as much as you want me. I saw you looking earlier, and I want you to. Have sex with me, Jeff. We love each other, let's have sex together, here and now, in this bed. Jessica would want us too. She sent me over… she knew wedding nerves would be getting to you… so fuck me on last time as an unmarried man." Sophie said and the hesitation in my eyes disappeared.
I gently touched my lips to hers. I felt electricity shoot through me like never before. But that only intensified as she mashed her lips against mine and we kissed. Sophie moaned breathily into my kiss as our mouths opened and our tongues darted into each other's mouths, making out illicitly like no soon to be related lovers should. Sophie's tongue danced with mine and I reached down to cup her tight ass through her dress, pulling her towards me. The mature blonde instantly felt my big bulge press against her stomach and she shuddered, sighing into my mouth as we kissed. Then, finally, Sophie broke the kiss and lowered herself to her feet, staring up at me with lust burning in her big blue eyes.
"You're such a good kisser, Jeff!" Sophie purred, "I will always want to kiss you… just like that..."
"Sophie, are you sure you want to do this? I’m getting married to your daughter! this can’t end well." I proclaimed with heat in my eyes. Sophie just smiled again, her blue eyes twinkling.
"I'm going to suck your cock until you can't walk down the aisle in a straight line. I'm going to drain your balls dry so your bride can have the best white wedding." She said definitely and I smiled down at her dazzlingly.
With that I mashed my lips to hers once again and kissed her furiously. Sophie kissed back like she had never made out with anyone in her life. She was so passionate, but after a morning of teasing I was ravenous! My hands slipped up to her waist just before I swung her around and we fell on the bed together, kissing. We lay there for quite some time just making out, and then the mother of the bride broke the kiss.
"I want to see what you've got for me, Jeffrey." She said playfully, her blue eyes shining.
She called me 'Jeffrey' deliberately and I looked at her with heat in my eyes, any doubt clearly washed away by Sophie's insistence and lust. She then slid off the bed and onto the floor, pulling me to the edge with her. I sat up as I looked down at my fiancée's mother on her knees before me, and Sophie smiled eagerly up at me.
"Time for the mother-of-the-bride to suck your dick. Then you can fuck me right before you get married." She said impishly and my eyes glowed with lust. "My daughter will have freshly made sperm to bathe the insides of her womb tonight."
Sophie reached for my robe and untied the sash holding it closed. She smiled up at me before she looked down eagerly. And then with one quick pull she pushed my robe open. It fell from my shoulders into a crumpled heap behind me. She was kneeling a little too far away to be hit in the face but what sprang out, hard and girthy, made her eyes widen in delight. She stared in wonder for a moment then looked up and smiled wickedly at me, biting her bottom lip.
"Is all this for me?" She asked impishly. "Oh, Jeff… You are going to fuck me, aren’t you?" She asked playfully as she glanced down. Her mouth and pussy were watering. "I’m going to be standing behind your bride, dripping your cum down my legs onto the church floor." She teased and my dick twitched in front of her. "It’s a good job I’m wearing white…" She reached out her left hand, her own wedding ring glinting in the morning sunlight, and wrapped her fingers around my girthy rod.
That first touch of my manhood sent waves through me. This was it; she was actually touching my dick… and she was about to suck it and let it fuck her. She smiled mischievously as she looked up at me with gleaming eyes.
"I'm going to suck it, and then you're going to have sex with me. Without a condom, Jeff." She said intently, her words dripping with the sluttiness only Sophie could come up with.
I let out a contented sigh at the feel of her hand around my cock. A breath that took away my last resistance, and Sophie bit her bottom lip as she lowered her head towards my cock. On her knees, her blonde haired head lowered until her soft pink lips were just a hair's breadth away from touching my cock. Her breath teased my sensitive head, and Sophie kept her eyes on me. Then she leaned forward. Her lips gently touched the head of my cock and she smiled, a million volts of electricity rushing through me at what she was doing. She had cheated on Joseph so many times with me, in so many ways, but there was just something ultra hot about what she was doing right here and now, and that made me shiver in lust. Keeping her eyes on my eyes, Sophie softly kissed the tip of my cock, almost lovingly. She then kissed it again, and once more, before she began to kiss all the way down my big, long, dick. The feel of my throbbing, veiny shaft against her soft lips almost made me melt in horniness and lust. Kissing down my cock as I looked down at my illicit older lover just made me feel more desired than ever. I was her daughter's fiancé, and she wanted to please me more than anyone or anything.
Sophie gently weighed my testicles in her palm then kissed each one tenderly. Then she extended her tongue and lightly licked before scooping her tongue around my balls, licking and slurping with ever more hunger. Then she licked up my thick shaft and twirled her tongue around the sensitive head. I sighed and shuddered at her expert touch, and Sophie smiled up at me again before she licked back down my cock and went back to flashing and swirling her tongue around my balls. Finally, she gently parted her lips and cupped one big, heavy ball between them, licking gently before she swallowed the thing into her hot, wet mouth. Sucking as she twirled her tongue around, Sophie hummed gently. She let the ball out of her mouth and took my other inside her slippery oral cavity, sucking and licking as delicately as if she were eating an ice cream. I groaned at the sensations and Sophie began to gently stroke up and down my member with her delicate, small hand.
"Mmmm!" She purred around my heavy, cum-filled balls as she licked and sucked each alternatively.
Then she popped them out of her mouth and she licked back up my shaft, kissing gently in between. Once she reached the tip, she pressed her lips against the sensitive head firmly, mashing them against my spongey head. Her big blue eyes glowed as she stared up at me and slowly parted her lips on my cock. The big, fat head oh-so-slowly pushed into her mouth as Sophie leaned forward, taking the first, tiniest amount of my erection between her lips. Then, like a pop, the first inch of my cock, the thick head, popped into the married mother's mouth as her lips clamped around it tightly. Her tongue flashed and slashed over and around the sensitive tip as she gently sucked hard enough for her cheeks to hollow out, revealing the fat member in her mouth. Sophie licked and sucked for a moment before she gently began corkscrewing her head on my dickhead. Looking up at me, she could see the pleasure on my contorted face as she gently worked her mouth on my cock. That turned the hot blonde on more than anything, so she began to slurp and suck on just the tip, twirling her tongue around the head as she did.
"Mmmmmph!" She purred sexily, like she was enjoying a milkshake, her tongue feeling the spongey head of my dick inside her mouth as it spun and twisted around it.
"Fuck, Sophie!" I breathed. Those words spurring the hot MILF on.
Sophie gently bobbed her head back and forth on just the tip, almost sliding her lips off my cock and then swallowing the fat head once more. Her tongue danced around my pisshole before rolling around the whole ridged head over and over. Pleasure shot through my body and the sight of seeing my babymama on her knees before me and I could feel the cum in my balls begin to fizz. I held on for dear life as she expertly worked her mouth. After a couple of minutes of gently caressing my cockhead with her mouth and tongue, Sophie, keeping her eyes locked to mine, sank half of my manhood deep into her mouth. She began bobbing her head up and down, lusciously enjoying the feel of her lips being stretched. My cockhead bumped against the back of her throat again and again as Sophie bobbed back and forth, slurping and sucking loudly. Working harder, she bobbed her head up and down faster and more enthusiastically, sucking for all she was worth. Her cheeks sucked in and out, her tongue flew around my thick shaft and cockhead, and her head bounced back and forth. Sophie's lips were locked around my cock, and she slobbered and slurped for all she had in her. I groaned as she swallowed at least five inches of my dick once again and I reached up to place my hand on Sophie's head, stroking her wedding-made-ready hair.
"You're fucking incredible, Sophie! Oh shit… incredible…" I said tightly as Sophie worked on my dick.
Smiling as she pulled back and wiped my cock across her cheek then beamed up at me, "Am I better than Jessica at sucking your cock?" She asked mischievously.
I nodded my head and grinned down at her, before I pushed my dick back between her soft lips. "Sophie, you're so much better than anyone…." I answered, and the married woman moaned lustfully.
"Mmmhmmmph!" She moaned as she nodded with my dick in her mouth, flicking her tongue around my sensitive tip and making me moan. She panted as she pulled off, smiled, and then swallowed five inches of my cock again. Sucking gently but intently, she twirled her tongue like she was making out with my cock, sliding it around my ridged head and teasing my pisshole. All the while her cheeks sucked in and out as she vacuumed around my cock, her lips sealing around my fat head. "Mmmmph! Do you want me to… deep throat you?" She asked playfully as she pulled back and gently began rubbing her fist up and down my cock.
"Fuck, Sophie, you're my fiancée’s mother..." I began, and Sophie smiled deliciously.
"I am. And I'm going to do it!" She cut me off, sucking the tip of my cock back into her mouth. Then the blonde parted her lips and held the spongy head inside her mouth as her tongue visibly wrapped around it and played with it incessantly. Laughing lightly, she pulled back and beamed up at me with mischievousness in her big, blue eyes. I looked down at her and beamed. "It's time. Deep breath!" She replied playfully before sticking her tongue out and tonguing the end of my cock teasingly. She kissed it and smiled up at me as she took a long deep inhale of oxygen. Then she lowered her mouth onto my cock and began sucking and licking again, descending almost another inch before pulling back. Just teasing my cock for what was about to come. She took another deep breath and, easing herself down with my hands in her hair, she let me guide her mouth onto two, three, four, five inches of my cock until the thick, spongy head hit the back of her throat. She held her lips firmly around my cock as her tongue worked around my very thick shaft, spearing her mouth open and tickling the back of her throat.
"Ah, fuck!" I groaned tightly at the feel of my illicit lover's mouth on my cock, and Sophie smiled around her mouthful.
"Mmmmph!" She moaned playfully, then pulled back, my hand relaxing, until she slipped her lips over the thick head with a wet slurp. "I'm going to suck the cum right out of your big balls, Jeff. My daughter gets the sperm you make for her from the moment you take your vows. I get the contents of your testicles here and now!"
I gazed down at her, anguished and horny, and grinned as she took another deep breath. She beamed up at me as she lowered her mouth back onto my cock. Sliding her lips all the way down the thick shaft, she flicked her tongue as she pulled them back up and almost off the tip of my cock. Down and up, Sophie began bobbing her head. Her tongue lashed as she sucked hard enough to hollow her cheeks.
"Agh! Fuck!" I groaned, leaning my head back as my fingers groped at Sophie's hair.
The married mother of four worked her mouth up and down my dick for a few minutes, sucking and slurping as furiously as she could. She knew I wouldn't last much longer. Slobbering wildly, Sophie bounced her head up and down, bobbing back and forth. Her lips were splayed wide open and clung like a vice around my thick cock. Her tongue went wild inside her mouth, flying, slashing, and lashing around my dick before it twirled playfully around my thick head just before she slammed her face back down my hefty rod. Keeping her eyes on mine, Sophie angled her head as she rapidly bobbed her head up and down. Smiling around her mouthful of cock, and waited until I looked directly into her eyes before slamming her face all the way down my penis. Sophie had swallowed my fully erect manhood in one go! Her cheeks bulged like her beautiful blue eyes as her lips came to rest at the base of my cock and she stared up at me, eight inches of solid, thick cockmeat down her throat. Fuck, it felt like I was almost in her stomach! Gurgling and gagging around my dick, she held on to my hips as she held herself still, impaled on my cock.
"Stop! Ughn… Please… Sophie!" I gasped, my face twisting in pleasure as my dick flexed within the curvaceous woman's oesophagus.
Slurping all the way back up, she pulled off my cock with a panting gasp, saliva dripping down her chin and onto her exposed cleavage.
"Mmm, fuck, Jeff! Your cock is the biggest I've ever swallowed!" She panted happily, slickly running one of her hands up my wet dick and then grabbing my waist.
I grinned down at her and she took another deep breath before going back down onto my dick, opening her mouth and swallowing it easily. She bobbed her head up and down, glucking and schlucking as she gagged but my penis slid easily down her throat again and again, and Sophie worked her tongue as best as she could.
"Mmmph! Mmmmph! Mmmmph!" She moaned between choking and spluttering around my cock.
The room was filled with the illicit sucking noises and Soph fucked her mouth faster and harder until she was once more a blur, swallowing my dick deep into her mouth and tight throat again and again.
"Unghf… Sophie… you are incredible!" I groaned, my mouth opening and twisting in pleasure as I squeezed my eyes shut.
My hand continued to play in Sophie's hair as she rapidly fucked her face up and down my cock, in and out of her mouth, covered in saliva so that it dripped onto my heavy, cum-filled balls and onto the bed. I pictured Jessica getting ready for the wedding next door, having no idea that her beautiful, loving, mother was on her knees sucking her fiancé’s cock right before we were due to be married. She would never suspect it today of all days, would she? Hadn't Sophie said Jessica sent her over to me… wait?... She must have known this would happen! Fuck! Jessica… had set this up! If Sophie was being honest then her being here… was at Jessica's request. It wasn't beyond her. She would have sent her Mom over yes to help settle my nerves, but also to fuel her own lustful fires. She would reclaim me… on her wedding night… it was going to be wild!
Bobbing back and forth for a few minutes, Sophie sucked my dick as enthusiastically as she had ever sucked any cock before. Her hair was still pristine as me peered down the top of her dress and helped guide her head up and down my dick and I groaned, almost drooling as I stared down her dress. She sucked and sucked and sucked, gagging and choking on my dick as I fucked her mouth and face. She knew that I wouldn't be able to last much longer, not with her sucking and deepthroating skills. But she wanted to milk as much of my cum out of me as possible.
I looked down at my beautiful, blonde neighbour as she looked up at me, big blue eyes wide and watering, her perfect lips spread wide in a lewd 'O', all as she deepthroated my erection. Sophie's tongue worked like magic, thrashing and slashing and twirling around my dick like she was manic. Her head bobbed up and down eagerly and enthusiastically, slobbering saliva all over her chin. She looked beautiful. She looked like a slut. And sucking my cock on my own wedding day definitely made her one… fueling her own sexual needs. Sophie looked incredible in that short wedding dress. I could see straight down the top at her wondrous tits, and holy fuck they would have made my dick ache if her mouth wasn't already doing that! Sophie's face was reddening from the effort of sucking my dick, staring up at me with lust burning in her perfect sapphire eyes. And I couldn't help but think that this beautiful woman had given birth to my fiancée almost twenty years ago. But now here she was, blonde head bobbing up and down, tits jiggling inside the confines of her dress, as she gave me the most mind-blowing blowjob I had ever had.
"Mmm, am I a good girl, Jeff? Will you promise to let me suck you after you're married? Will you come downstairs and fuck me in my bed every time Jess isn't able to tend to her husbands needs?" Sophie teased as she pulled back for a moment, breathless. Then she dove right back on to my cock and I continued fucking her face. Sophie pulled back, smiling up at me prettily. "Will you fuck me now, Jeff? Will you pound my pussy with your big incestuous cock? Will you have sex with me? I want you to fuck me, Jeff. Fuck. Me. Mmmmmmph." She moaned erotically before sucking on my dick again. This time my beautiful lover began to really fuck her face on my dick, pounding her throat and mouth until I thought that she might do damage to herself!
"Agh, shit! Fuck! Sophie,I can't hold on, you're too fucking good at this!" I groaned a growl and Sophie sucked harder before letting me go, dangerously close to my point of no return.
"You're going to be a good husband, Jeff… The fucking best... Jessica is a lucky girl." She almost whispered as she caught her breath, saliva dripping from her well-fucked mouth as she slipped her lips from my cock. "But you're the one who's going to get lucky today, Jeff." She teased, then slickly jacked my soaked cock with one hand as she stared at it longingly, "Are you going to fuck me until I can't walk down the aisle properly? Are you going to enjoy getting your unprotected manhood back inside your fiancée’s Mom?" She asked intently before she looked up with such intensity that I should have been burnt away.
My cock hurt from how engorged it became at her tone and words, not to mention her expression. I felt that same fire rage within me as I reached to take her head with both hands. "I can never say no to you, Sophie. You're my kryptonite. I'm so weak around you and your daughters." I said with furious intensity and Sophie smiled dirtily up at me.
Her beautiful blue eyes shone magnificently as my penis glistened in front of her pretty face. It was drooling precum and saliva down my length, dripping down my thighs and onto the bed. Sophie used her tongue and fingers to collect up the worst of it and then she sucked the stickiness from each finger in turn and looked into my eyes. It was time.
"Are you ready to fuck me, Jeff?" Sophie asked huskily as she pulled her fingers from her mouth and looked up at me with innocent sexiness.
My satisfied smile slipped into something more animalistic, and I suddenly lunged forward to grab a hold of her waist. Sophie squealed as I pulled her up and onto me. I fell back onto the bed with Sophie lying on top of me. Then I rolled over so that I was on top of her and lay prettily underneath me. I lifted her dress and pushed her legs open as Sophie raised her smooth legs. I hovered over her boiling labia for a moment, inhaling the rich aroma of an aroused woman, and raked my tongue up her slit, just once, causing her to jolt. Oh, how I wanted to indulge myself in that sweetness… but a baser and more primal instinct took over. I positioned myself over her, holding her face as I gazed into her eyes.
"I love you, Sophie."
"I love you too, JeffaaaaAAAAAAAAAAA!" I pierced into her, my gorgeous girlfriend’s mother, semi-naked, splaying and desperate, and only a few hours until my wedding. She sang out again and drew me in, electric sweetness prodding into her, a beautiful spoon of my soon to be related flesh stirring the honey in her needy cauldron. "Ah, Yes! Fuck me, Jeff. Fuck me!" She demanded and I thrust forward powerfully.
My cock speared Sophie's elastic-like pussy and the hot blonde arched her back as pleasure rushed through her; the sudden hardness of me burying myself balls-deep within her made her moan deeply and satisfiedly. As her back settled onto the bed and Sophie got used to my unfaithful manhood within her Sophie smiled up at me.
"I missed this, Jeff." She said sexily and tightened her legs around my waist then trailed her nails down my neck, "You’re going to fuck my daughter in this bed tonight… the new Mrs Winter…. I want you to fuck me and cum inside me before her wedding."
I was lost in a maelstrom of lust and desire. I held myself above her, pulling my dick almost all of the way out. Then thrust hard into her and Sophie moaned so loudly she almost screamed, throwing her arms around me. I groaned loudly and passionately as I felt her still beautifully tight pussy suck me inside and quickly set up a rhythm of pounding her hard and fast. Sophie's plump ass began to bounce into and off the soft mattress. Her feet jumped as she snugly held her legs around my waist and her nails gently scored down my back as pleasure rushed through her forty-two-year-old body. Sophie moaned furiously, her eyes shooting wide open as her pussy came to life with fire and electric pleasure.
"Ungh, oh, fuck, Sophie, this is so wrong! What are we doing!" I groaned and Sophie looked up at me and her pretty face, staring in wonder, smiled dirtily.
My face quickly took on a look of focus as I stared down at her. And no wonder; here she was, beofre my wedding, impaled on my cock and begging me to fuck her. Sophie was gorgeous enough that any man would struggle to not cum, but her pussy was even hotter and, fuck, did she know how to use her pussy muscles. But the fact that she was my girlfriend’s Mom just made it all so illicit, and Sophie knew it. She fully intended on playing it up… for both of our pleasures.
"Oh, Jeff, fuck me. Fuck me in the bed you’re going to share with your fiancée. Oh, sweetheart… ohhh… you’re getting married… today! Ohhh… to my daughter! And, umm… you're fucking me in the dress I’m going to wear… to your wedding… I’ll be there, watching her walk down the aisle to you… before you both say, 'I do'! Mmmm, fuck! Oh, Jeff, it's really happening! You're, ohhh, really fucking me, Jeff! Keep fucking me! Fuck me!" Sophie moaned chantingly, and I growled as I fucked her harder.
"This can’t keep happening, Sophie. Not after I’m married…" I groaned in wonder and relentlessly drove my unprotected dick into Sophie with powerful, experienced thrusts.
Sophie looked me in the eye and gently shook her head. When she looked at me I wondered who she saw? The son of her best friend? Her next door neighbour? Her lover? Her daughter’s boyfriend? Her son-in-law? Sophie had done many illicit things with me over the last couple of years but this was the most lewd of them all. As always I was conflicted; She was my kryptonie… but they all were. Was she nothing more than a predator? A villain? Was I? She would always want to have sex with me, even if I was her son-in-law. And I would have sex with her… did that make me a lowlife cheat? Sophie was going to let me cum inside her… How wrong would it be for her son-in-law to knock up the mother of the bride right before my own wedding? This was Jessica’s wedding day too! I was ruining it for her, just as I was ruining her mothers dress.
Sophie moaned and threw her head back. The feel of my stiff cock ploughing in and out of her juicy, slick pussy made her writhe beneath me. Her perky tits rolled and jumped around her slender chest and her legs pulled me into her. I continued to stare down at her in disbelief, holding myself up on strong arms as I relentlessly abused her pussy with my cock and she cried out passionately, too turned on to care if the neighbours heard us. I leant down to press my lips against hers and Sophie moaned into my mouth. As her tongue darted into my mouth and mine found hers and we made out passionately while I continued to ruthlessly pound into Sophie's very pleased pussy. Sophie ran her hands up into my mousey hair, pulling my face to hers as she humped her hips madly to keep up with my maddening pace. Soon I was fucking her so hard and fast that the bed began to shake and the headboard began to lewdly knock against the well-used wall.
"Fuck me, Jeff. Yes, I want this… I will always want this… Nail me to this fucking bed," Sophie whispered as she broke the kiss, staring deep into my eyes.
I pushed myself up and really began to ram into her, my thick cock stretching her tight pussy while my cockhead kissed her cervix again and again. "This has to be the last time… please… we can’t sustain this… when I’m married… " I growled in defiance, knowing I was just as powerless to stop this affair as she was. As I stared deep into Sophie's blue eyes she smiled impishly and ran her hands over my face before holding on to my neck.
"Good fortune has finally put our families together… It would be foolish to try to cheat our destinies. Please don’t stop? Oh, Jeff… I will always be there for you... I will always cherish you."
"I’m fortunes fool!" I lamented.
"You are no fool… you are a peacemaker… destiny's engineer… You can have sex with me when you want to, Jeff. Fuck me now… and make me pregnant… we all ovulate at the same time, Jeff… today… on your wedding day!" Sophie groaned and moaned, panting as pleasure rushed through her.
Sophie worked her hips, fucking up to meet each of my thrusts, and rolling her hips to squeeze her pussy all around my cock as I thrust into her relentlessly. Her beautiful proud tits bounced and jumped within the confines of her wedding dress, and her legs clung around my back tightly. She held on to me for dear life as I gave it to her good and she moaned louder and louder. She looked up into my eyes and smiled a bright, illicit, erotic smile.
"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." She urged me on, and I did just that.
I growled as I felt Sophie's pussy working around my cock and I pushed myself up, grabbed her hands, and pinned her down to the bed by her wrists. Then I really began to fuck into her. Sophie's ass rammed into the soft mattress again and again as it bounced up to meet my every super-fast thrust. I held her down strongly, sending a wave of lust through Sophie's pussy that was being so rammed full of hard incestuous cock again and again. Her eyes were dazziling blue sapphires as they shone brightly while she was getting the life fucked out of her. The four post bed creaked and squeaked on its oversized wooden frame from the thorough rampaging it was taking.
"I’ve never been able to make this big old bed creak before!" I growled, feeling her pussy slickly gripping my cock as it pistoned in and out of her deliciously. Sophie smiled and then rolled her eyes as she saw me above her, taking her like her husband used to.
As I pinned her down and drilled into her, Sophie arched her back. Her tits were flying, trying to escape their tight confines in her wedding dress, and Sophie could feel my balls swing between her thighs. I was enjoying my mature lover’s soft and velvety pussy as I pounded my cock in and out of her like she was my wife rather than my mother-in-law. Sophie just moaned as I groaned, and we continued to have the most mind-blowing sex. Her beautiful wedding ring glistened against my hand as I held her down and thoroughly fucked her, my penis ploughing deep into her vagina again and again. I felt so fucking alive with so much pleasure. It was hot, not just cheating on my fiancée, but having sex with her own family too. FUCK! It made the whole thing even more illicit and intense. So much pleasure burst through me as I concentrated on feeling her labia caress me as I thrust in and out of her, stretching her pussy and rubbing against her sensitive pussy walls again and again. Her mouth hung open as she moaned and blinked away the ecstasy. She felt incredible! My whole body was alive.
I stared down at Sophie. She was so beautiful, in ways that I had never thought of her before, as a lover, not just my dream woman; just as she had been all those years ago. She was my fantasy, an illicit temptress. She had saved me. I had saved her. And now I couldn't get enough of her. She looked incredible in the dress that she would wear as her daughter walked down the aisle soon to her soon-to-be husband. Only we would know that I had fucked the life out of her on the bed I would return to with my new wife. Sophie smiled prettily up at me and clung to my hands, humping her hips up to meet each of my thrusts. It was so obscene to be having sexual intercourse with her. Her pussy lips gripped to my thick shaft not wanting to let go of the dick that had made her illegitimate son. I was in heaven but heading straight to hell.
"Mmm, Jeff, baby, do you want to see me in a wedding dress? Fucking the mother of the bride in her daughter's dress? Just you wait. Mmm, ohhh, I'm going to dress in so many sexy things for you to fuck me in..." Sophie urged me on, and I groaned.
"FUCK!" I shouted in pleasure, and Sophie smirked playfully.
It was clear to her that I was getting close now and I could feel her own orgasm twirling within her. She was getting closer and closer too, thinking and seeing me above her as she felt my erection sliding in and out of her rapidly. I began grunting and groaning louder and more insistent, clearly turned on by the busty, beautiful blonde's naughty words. Sophie, her pretty face reddening as she enjoyed or illicit fornication, stared up at me and arched her back a little, pushing her full tits out in a delicious, cum-inducing way.
"I love you, Jeff. Please fuck me. I love you. Please fuck me." She began chanting, and I groaned ever louder.
I fucked her powerfully and relentlessly for as long as I could, until finally I let go of her hands and deliberately collapsed on top of her. Holding on to her shoulders, I began to hump my ass up and down, pumping my cock in and out of Joseph’s wife in long, slick strokes. Sophie began to moan sensuously into my ear as she grabbed hold of my back with her hands and closed her eyes.
"Oh, Jeff, ummm, make love to me! Fuck! Fuck me! Oh, God, yes! Oh, fuck, I can feel your cock in me, Jeff. It's so long and hard. Fuck! Cum inside me! Mmm, coat my pussy with your life-creating cum, Jeff. Give me the cum that made little Jacob…" Sophie whispered into my ear.
She felt my cock twitch within her and I began to hump her faster and harder, driving my dick in and out of her faster and more powerfully. Sophie began to moan more enthusiastically and she was rolling her hips, desperate to feel my cock inside her. Her clit rubbed against my groin sending waves of ecstasy through her, and Sophie felt her first orgasm arising. She was very close. Right on the edge,
"Fuck, Sophie, I love you!" I murmured into her ear and Sophie squealed in pleasure at the tenderness in my voice. "You're family and I love you…"
Sophie's beautiful face brightened with the most impassioned smile and her eyes lit up. She moaned incessantly as me began to really pump my cock in and out of her, slamming her cervix and stretching her out. I gently, then more forcefully, began kissing and biting her neck and shoulders as I panted with the hot sex, and Sophie felt bolts of electric lust shoot through her directly into her cock-stuffed pussy. I wasn't screwing her slowly, but I was obviously trying to hold out as long as I could with how good she felt and our illicit copulation. My ass rose and fell repeatedly and quickly and the slick, wet sounds of Sophie's juicy pussy being fucked so thoroughly mixed with the soft banging of the headboard against the bedroom wall. I continued to kiss and nibble her neck and shoulders while holding on to her and Sophie dug her nails into my bare back as she closed her eyes and tilted her head.
"You're the most beautiful woman in the world, Sophie. I’m cant fight it… I’m going to cum inside you!" I moaned, and Sophie groaned affectionately.
"Ohhh, I can feel how hard it is, Jeff! Umm, so deep inside me. Keep fucking me. I'm going to cum from your big cock soon, and then I want you to fuck me until I can't walk!" Sophie urged me on, and I growled as I bit her neck and shoulder more fiercely.
The idea of walking down the aisle with a hickey on her neck from her son-in-law sent another wave of lustful bliss through both of us and in return she bit at my shoulder and kissed my neck as I gave my attention to hers. Pulling her down onto my cock I began ramming my dick into her, her perfect dress-covered tits mashing into my naked chest.
Without saying a word, just with looking into each other's brilliant blue eyes, I took us both to the precipice, and the beautiful blonde began to mew in pleasure, her first orgasm rushing towards her sending her into a spiral of ecstasy. And I kept fucking her. Her big tits jumped and tried to fly out of her dress, and Sophie dug her nails into my back. I held myself above her roughly fucking her, pistoning in and out of her ruthlessly, as if I’d never get this opportunity again, desperate to make the most of it. Sophie lay beneath me, perfectly beautiful with her long blonde hair, blue eyes, and fantastic tits all wrapped up in her expensive dress. She would need her hair fixing again before the ceremony, it looked like she had had sex now. It would be obvious to the entire congregation. Sophie moaned and scored down my back, her face contorting in perfect ecstasy as I continued to plough her pussy for all I was worth. How was she still so tight! And, fuck, I felt incredible. Her pussy walls clung to my cock slickly as it slid in and out of her, and my dick tingled like mad from the feeling. I knew I was going to cum soon if I kept fucking her like this. But, damn, I didn't want to stop.
"I'm almost there… Are you sure you want me to cum in you?" I growled, snarling at the pain of Sophie's nails clawing down my back harshly.
"Oh, yes! YES! Mmm, fuck me and cum inside me, Jeff! I want to feel all of your seed shooting deep inside me, Jeff! I want to feel it pumping into my womb after you've fucked me like you shouldn't!" Sophie cried out through her shuddering orgasm.
I grinned down at her and briefly leant down to kiss her softly. Sophie's lips parted and our tongues danced like no son and mother-of-the-bride ever should. Breaking the illicit, incestuous kiss, Sophie arched her back and pulled me into her with her long, smooth legs. I began to REALLY fuck her with everything I had in me. The bed complained loudly, knocking against the wall and squeaking lewdly as my cock pounded in and out of her slick hole wondrously, and with every in and out movement Sophie felt thrills rush through her. The sight of each looking at each other sent us both into heaven. And, boy, was the sex incredible. I wanted this to be the best sex of Sophie's life. Something she would never forget. Something I would never forget. Something that could never happen again…
"Ummm, fuck! Jeff! Ohhh! Would, umm, yes, ohhh, you like to fuck Jessica too? Ohmm, or maybe…both of us together… at the same time?" Sophie asked, and I groaned loudly at the thought.
My cock almost exploded within the tight, velvety tunnel I was pounding and I roughly began to pump Sophie until I thought I might spear her womb with my enormous cock. I growled, and Sophie laughed lightly before she smiled up at me, panting and gleaming with sex.
"You wouldn't want to fuck both of my daughters at the same time? Mmm, watch us kiss and play with each other while you fuck us?" She asked playfully, and I groaned louder.
"Oh my God, Sophie! Stop! You're going to make me cum!" I growled, and Sophie moaned at the idea.
"Cum for me, Jeff! Cum in me and knock me up before your wedding, baby." She begged, and I really and thoroughly began to fuck her with all I had left in me.
The bed became one long squeaking and squealing noise, its wooden frame creaking as it rattled from the hard fucking. The headboard banged loudly against the wall, thumping heavily and knocking flakes of plaster from the ceiling as I ruthlessly fucked my hot, sex-mad married lover. Sophie began to toss her head from side to side, her mouth hanging open as she looked up at me and clawed down my arms before roughly seizing the bed sheet. Before long, Sophie grabbed hold of her and the pillows, her knuckles going white as she held on and dug her nails into them like she had my back. Then pleasure became too much for the sexy blonde and she raggedly threw both pillows from the bed as the headboard banged lewdly.
Sophie quickly reached up to grab hold of the headboard, entwining her hands once more through the framework. I pounded her pussy hard and fast, drilling her for all she was worth, before I slammed one hand against the wall to help stabilise myself and give me leverage to fuck Sophie as hard as I could. Sophie cried out, yelling for me to fuck her. The occupants of the lodge next door would have had to be deaf not to hear her, and I felt turned on by the thought that they would hear her yelling out for me to fuck her behind her daughter's back. I pressed harder against the wall giving myself more leverage to pound her silly. Sophie clung to the headboard with white-knuckled vengeance, pulling at it as it slammed back and forth. Her big titties tried to jump out of their confines and her ecstatic moans filled the house. My hand moved to grab at her swaying boobs, squeezing and feeling the flesh of her exposed cleavage in my hand as I groped and mauled them. Finally, panting and sweating tremendously, I pushed back from the wall and released Sophie's tits. I then seized hold of her long, smooth legs and pulled them wide open. Holding onto them, I severely thrust in and out of Sophie's gorgeously tight pussy again and again, banging her cervix and filling her with my incestuous cock.
"Oh my God! Oh my fucking God!" Sophie shouted out as I opened her love canal for me to see and use.
She could feel my steel-hard prick ploughing in and out of her as it pistoned ruthlessly, like a maddened train that was trying to ram through her cervix to bury itself deep in her fertile womb to impregnate her.
"Ugh, fuck, your pussy feels too good! Fuck!" I growled, running my hands up and down Sophie's slender legs and enjoying the feel of her bare thighs in my hands as I gave it to her good.
"Oh, yes! Yes! YES! I want you to pound my pussy on your honeymoon, Jeff! Will you fuck me when you're married?" Sophie yelled passionately and hornily, and I grinned tightly down at her.
"I'll fuck you every fucking day!" I shouted out at the top of my lungs, and the banging on the wall stopped from the neighbours.
Sophie's slim legs bobbed and bounced like her head had earlier as I gave her every inch of my unprotected cock as I could. Slamming balls deep, burying myself in and out of her, almost pulling all the way out only to thrust mercilessly back into her, driving Sophie's tight ass into the mattress. I slid my hands down her legs while she kept her legs wide open and high up as I seized her slender waist and knelt on the bed. In this new position I began to ram her pussy with short, harsh thrusts, rolling my hips in the opposite direction to how Sophie worked her hips, forcing my cock deep into her and began to go wild, screaming and moaning louder and more furiously. Sophie's pussy leaked wetness that ran down her ass and onto the bed and all the while Sophie watched my dick thrust in and out of her like a jackhammer, stretching her wide. Sophie began to pant faster and harder, until her face screwed up, contorting in bliss and her nails dug deep into my flesh.
"Oh my God, Jeff, I'm going to cum again! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! YES! Keep fucking me, Jeff! Oh, God! Keep fucking your little girl! Ungh, uh, uh, uh! I'm cumming. I'm cumming. I'M CUMMING!" Sophie yelled out in a voice that turned into a violent scream.
Sophie's back arched instantly pushing her full tits into my hands and her pussy suddenly clamped down around my dick. Convulsing and shaking, Sophie's whole world exploded into the most powerful orgasm she had ever felt. A wordless scream ripped from her body as Sophie's eyes rolled up into her head even as they shot open wide. Her mouth hung open and she shook violently, trembling and convulsing as wave after wave of the most intense orgasm ever tore through her. I could barely continue to fuck her as her pussy gripped my cock like a vice, but I ploughed on and thoroughly nailed her into the bed through her orgasm. Sophie's world erupted into colours, spots, lights, and a dull thudding of her heart. Pure ecstasy rushed through her until she couldn't tell what was real and what wasn't, she looked like she was about to pass out. The feel of her tightness around me made me want to cum too, and so I grunted and as my face contorted I let go of her and scooped her up into my arms. Sophie was still cumming as I quickly rolled her on top of me. Sophie lay there cumming, her pussy leaking her juices all over my unprotected cock, and I lay panting beneath her, feeling my imminent orgasm easing.
For a good minute or two Sophie lay on top of me, her hands planted palm down on the bed, just cumming and feeling her orgasm wash through and over her, before finally she collapsed weakly on top of me as her climax began to abate.
"Oh my God!" Sophie panted again and again.
I held on to her dress-covered hips as I looked up at the ceiling, trying to hold on. It wasn't that I didn't want to cum inside her, I just wanted to make this moment last as long as I could before I did. Finally, Sophie weakly and unsteadily pushed herself to sit up on my dick, her whole body weary and tingling from the mind-blowing orgasm.
"Fuck, Jeff, you blew my mind!" She breathed before she smiled prettily down at me. Her hair was a mess now, but, boy, did she feel good. "You haven't cum yet?" She asked as she suddenly realised that I hadn't. I lowered my eyes from the ceiling and took in her mature beauty and smiled up at her. Sophie smiled back at me mischievously. "Do you want me to ride you… bouncing on your cock willingly… before you get married?" She asked me playfully, and I nodded with a grin.
With that, Sophie straightened her dress from where my groping hands had dishevelled her garment, and then she placed her hands on my bare chest. "I can still feel your cock in me…" Sophie purred breathily as she concentrated on the feel of being impaled. Then, shifting her legs so that she was easily straddling me, Sophie began to lift herself up on my cock… and slammed back down again. "Oh Fuck!" Sophie moaned, closing her eyes for a moment.
The feel of my stiff cock buried inside her, sliding almost all of the way out of her and then slamming deep and thick within her, was incredible. Opening her beautiful blue eyes, Sophie smiled down at me and rose up almost off my cock again. Then she slammed back down, quickly setting up a rhythm of bouncing on my dick.
"Fuck!" I moaned, my fingers flexing on her slender hips.
"Do you like that, Jeff?" Sophie asked kinkily and I groaned again.
"Your pussy feels so incredible!" I moaned and grunted deeply.
Sophie's beautiful smile deepened at that and she began to use her leverage from her hands on my chest to pump her ass up and down my cock, relishing in the feel of my member sliding in and out of her slickly. My babymama’s pussy was sodden from her orgasm and so it rapidly and easily pounded up and down on my dick. Her big, beautiful tits bounced within the tight confines of her dress as Sophie began to moan again as pleasure once again pulsed through her. I couldn't believe that I hadn't already reached orgasm. and right then I found I WAS right on the edge. Sophie traced my lips, slipping her fingers into my mouth as she bounced up and down on my cock. Rocking and rolling her hips, Sophie bounced up and down on my dick, driving it wildly into her very welcoming and very hot pussy. Her tits shook, giving her cleavage the look of something wild; which held my attention. My hands slipped from her waist to run along her bare thighs, enjoying the feel of her legs either side of me as she fucked herself on my cock.
"Fuck! Your pussy's going to drain all of the cum out of my balls if you carry on like that!" I groaned, and Sophie moaned loudly in pleasure at the thought. "If I cum… there’ll be nothing left for Jessica!"
Sophie finally realised why I was so desperate to hold on and desperately satisfy her without finding my own release. She gave me a knowing look then began to bounce and flex her vaginal muscles around my member, expertly milking my cock, using all her skill to draw my seed from me. I didn’t stand a chance. With her eyes on mine she shuddered with the anticipation of feeling me fill her up with my cum. Then she raised her head, still keeping her body arched as she leaned back… then she fucked herself stupid on my cock as I watched her incredible tits bounce in her tight dress.
"You like my tits, Jeff?" Sophie asked impishly, running her hands up her flat stomach to cup her full breasts through her dress. I groaned loudly, and Sophie laughed lightly. "I think you love my big tits, don't you? They're all yours to feel and suck on. Mmm. I want you to, ohh, fuck my tits later, Jeff. Will you do that? Will you fuck my tits and cum all over them again?" Sophie asked hornily.
Holding her tits, Sophie squeezed and played with them while riding my cock. Then she reached down and took a hold of my hands from her waist, and sliding them up onto her tits she began bouncing around wildly. I instinctively began squeezing them through her dress. Sophie's wedding ring sparkled in the light as she massaged her tits with my hands and the two continued our illicit incestuous cheating fuck. Sophie knew I was getting close, but the hot sex was far from over yet. I was so close to cumming inside her and was struggling to hold onto my load as I felt for Sophie's long, sensitive nipples. The feel of her pussy sliding up and down, swirling as Sophie rolled her hips as she rocked back and forth, and clenching repeatedly around my cock was almost too much to cope with. I groaned and moaned in time with her lustful cries of pleasure. She impishly swirled her hips as she bounced up and down, rolling my cock inside her against her pussy walls and hitting a sensitive spot within both of them. I could barely take it. I knew I would have to do something soon or else I was going to paint her insides. I had thought with her being on top I would be able to recover but that clearly wasn't meant to be!
My face contorted in righteous ecstasy, almost looking pained. Pulling my hands from her bouncing tits, Sophie quickly interlocked her fingers through my and held my hands up and wide. Using the leverage, she began to bounce up and down harder and faster until she was riding my cock madly. Her tits threatened to jump free of her corseted dress, her hair began to come loose, and her mouth hung open in a perpetual moan. Fuck, but she looked beautiful and exotic. I felt my balls tingling and beginning to convulse. I was going to empty my load any second.
"Fuck, Jeff! Fuck! Umm, ohhh. Look at me, Jeff… look me in the eyes when you cum!" Sophie growled hornily, moaning emphatically after. Even red-faced and sweating from the sex Sophie looked beautiful. In fact, she looked even more radiant as she rode my cock wildly. I wrapped my arms around my illicit lover and pulled her hard against my chest. Her full tits pressed against my naked body enticingly, just separated by the thinness of her wedding dress.
Sophie kissed me. Our tongues twirled with each other in a deeply passionate kiss as our lips smacked wetly. All the while Sophie pounded her pussy up and down my cock, ramming her ass back and forth to take all of my dick again and again. Both of us moaned into each other's mouths as they made out and had sex on the big four post bed. My engagement ring glinted in the light as I wrapped my arms up and around her shoulders. Then, I growled roughly and lifted my legs, planting them on the bed. Before Sophie could do more than break the kiss, I suddenly began to thrust up into Sophie's pussy, ramming into her with power and speed that could only be gained by lying beneath her. Instantly Sophie began to scream in pleasure. My teeth clenched until my jaw hurt as I tightened my arms gripping her and pummelled her pussy for all I was worth.
Sophie moaned and screamed, crying out in passionate ecstasy from the thorough fucking she was receiving. The bed shook wildly, the headboard smacking the wall powerfully, and the springs of the bed screeching maddeningly. The whole bed seemed like it was going to collapse, and Sophie just lay pressed against me taking my cock for all she was worth. The fucking lasted only a couple of minutes until suddenly she collapsed onto me, exhausted, panting on top of me. I had won. But it felt like a hollow victory as my unspent sperm fizzed in my tingling balls.
Smiling beautifully, Sophie purred erotically as she looked down into my eyes. "Ohh, Jeff, mmm, you can do that to me every day." She whimpered teasingly and I smiled up at her wearily.
With that Sophie quickly kissed me again before she pushed herself up to arm's length above me and quickly began to bounce her ass on my dick once more. The sex, and the way Sophie swirled her hips erotically, rolling her pussy against my cock over and over, soon had me panting and groaning madly. Sophie was moaning and beaming down at me.
"I love you, Jeff." She whispered, "and so does Jessica. She wants this… don’t worry… you can cum now…"
I was doomed and knew I wouldn't be able to last much longer. So with a swift move, I pulled Sophie off my cock and twisted her onto the bed. Sophie looked at me with surprise, but only briefly as I sat up, got onto my knees weakly, and flipped Sophie over onto her hands and knees. Instantly I lined up my cock with her very wet and puffy pussy and drove deep inside her. Sophie moaned so loud that I thought the lightbulb shattered above us, but I was too busy setting up a quick rhythm of fucking her to really notice. Sophie instantly began to rock back and forth, pushing herself back on every thrust I made forward into her, driving my cock balls-deep inside her again and again in a position that made my cock feel twice as long and three times as thick. I ruthlessly thrust into her from behind, holding on to her waist tightly. The feel of her slenderness in my hands was almost too much. She had the energy of daughters and the body of a forty-two- year-old, but she knew exactly how to wear me down.
Thrusting back onto every stroke I made into her, Sophie clawed at the bedsheets, gripping tightly as she worked her pussy. I slammed in and out of her, my loins slapping against her tight, wondrous ass. I rotated my hips with every thrust to drive my cock significantly deeper and thicker than her husband ever could. Sophie moaned louder at that and began going wild. I ran my hands over her hips and ass in her dress as I felt her wetness engulf my cock again and again. I groaned, growled, and grunted with every thrust, feeling her ass, hips, and waist in my hands as I ploughed deep into her again and again. For a good few minutes I fucked her from behind. Her full tits jumped and tried to get free of her corseted dress beneath her, and Sophie leaned down to bite the bed sheet, her ass sticking up in the air for me to fuck. Sophie's pussy felt incredible around my cock, I could feel her vaginal walls against the sensitive tip of my penis, running and rubbing as Sophie squeezed and I ploughed into her. I manoeuvred my hands onto her waist, pulling her to me as I continued to stuff her pussy full of cock. I had never felt anything like this. The power, the intensity, the slippery hotness of her pussy, not to mention that we were already cheating on my wedding day, just hours before I would be walking down the aisle to give her vows to her daughter!
I could barely breathe. All Sophie did was moan as she looked forward once again and slammed her hand against the bedroom wall. The headboard rocked and banged ruthlessly against that same wall as the bed shifted under my onslaught of her pussy. And Sophie moaned loudly and emphatically, desperate to feel the ultimate in cheating lust… the ultimate moment of incest.
"Oh, Jeff, you're ruining my pussy! Fuck! Your big cock is fucking me so hard and deep. Fuck. I can feel it stretching me! I'm never going to feel Joseph again after this. Fuck!" Sophie purred breathily, moaning between words as she felt her eyes flicker into the top of her head. "I'm going to let you fuck me every day, Jeff! Oh, fuck!" Sophie moaned excitedly before she screamed in pure pleasure.
I reached forward to grab hold of her shoulders, fucking her ruthlessly with my grip now holding her steady I drove my cock into her, held myself there, and rolled my hips, rubbing my cock all around inside Sophie as I firmly pressed against her cervix. Sophie moaned even more emphatically. I then started to fuck her again, ruthlessly pounding her from behind so hard and fast that the only thing keeping Sophie from shifting on the bed was her hand on the wall. For a while we just powerfully screwed, and then Sophie dropped her hand and grabbed the bed sheet tightly. She cried out until she screamed in pleasure, ecstasy rolling through her from the amazing sex and the fact that it was me nailing her. She knew she was getting close to her second orgasm. She was going to cum again… and then hopefully I was going to empty my balls inside her… for the last time?
"Uh, uh, uh, uhhh, fuck! Fuck! FUUUUCK! Ughnn, Jeff! Oh, yes, Jeff! Fuck me, baby. FUCK ME until you cum inside me! I want your baby, Jeff!" Sophie cried out, and I groaned, feeling my own orgasm fast approaching once more.
With that I let go of Sophie's shoulders and reached under her to squeeze her tits. I felt her pussy pulsate at my hands on her as my dick lurched inside her. My body began to tingle all over and I knew I was on the verge of cumming. I growled and grunted, feeding her my cock. Relishing every second I was inside her; And all the while Jess continued to get ready for the wedding in the lodge next door. I squeezed her tits harshly before I let go and grabbed hold of her fine blonde hair, yanking her head back. Ruthlessly I fucked her while pulling on her hair, and Sophie, her head bent backwards, could do nothing but pant and gasp for breath as she moaned in pure animalistic lust. She was on the precipice now, clawing to hold on as her third orgasm threatened to wash over her. Then I let go of her hair and grabbed hold of her arms, pulling them back as I ruthlessly and unforgivingly fucked her so hard that I thought her pussy might well rip open.
Sophie panted, cried out, screamed, until finally my cock drove her over the edge. Her whole world stopped as her pussy quivered and convulsed around my jackhammering penis, and Sophie shook violently, screaming out at the top of her lungs. Juices ran down her thighs from her wet pussy, covering my cock as Sophie gushed orgasmically. Pleasure like nothing she had ever experienced shot through her like burning hot lances of electricity. Her skin felt alive and the world seemed to spin until I thought Sophie might pass out.
Pure bliss rushed through me as Sophie came and came hard. Her pussy felt so sensitive that every thrust I made into her as I screwed her through her orgasm made her feel like she could climb the walls. She had never felt ecstasy so intense before. I had sex with her throughout her orgasm, and Sophie came harder than she ever had in her life until her whole body went limp. It was a good job I held her by the arms or else she would have collapsed onto the bed. As she came, I pulled her back, half lifting her up so that I could lock my lips with her as I fucked her from behind. Our tongues danced, with Sophie doing the best she could while moaning constantly from her orgasm that was only extended thanks to kissing me while I nailed her.
We fucked for a couple of minutes this way, my hands roaming over Sophie's tits and stomach, finding her clit and playing with it as I began to tire. Sophie's orgasm sparked through her continually, but as I broke the kiss and wrapped my arms around her, holding her to me as I powerfully ruined her pussy, her climax began to diminish. Driven on by the incestuous sex, the pleasure ebbed like it was clawing to hold on to her, but slowly her senses began to return, and she panted and collapsed, weakening into my arms.
I needed to end this because I was going to empty my balls into her any minute. I let go of her, grabbing her hips, and Sophie fell forward onto the bed, her ass sticking up. That didn't last long, though, as I quickly began to pound her so hard and fast that Sophie soon was knocked flat onto the bed. I lay on top of her and thoroughly began fucking into her from behind, driving my cock into her pussy as my body slapped onto her ass and I lay on her back. Sophie cried out in passion into the bed sheets. I continued to pound against her peachy ass, driving Sophie into the bed over and over.
"Oh my God, you're going to cum in me before your wedding, Jeff! Umm, I'm going to be walking down the aisle with your life-creating cum running down my legs…" Sophie moaned excitedly and I grinned as I kissed her cheek and neck.
"I can’t get… get you preganant… before Jessica! I can’t afford to knock you up." I groaned, feeling my cock begin to tingle all over and my balls tighten. I couldn't hold back much longer.
Wrapping my arms around the top of her chest, I held tightly to Sophie and continued to drill her pussy from behind. I couldn’t stop myself. Not even the worry that she might fall pregnant wasn’t going to stop me. I just continued to pant and gasp into her ear before I finally pushed myself up and began rolling my hips as I fucked her powerfully. That hit a spot deep within Sophie and instantly her oncoming orgasm doubled in intensity and threatened to overpower her, even so quickly after the last one. I fucked that spot within her as Sophie screamed in pleasure chanting for me to fuck her over and over again. My hips moved like lightning, flashing back and forth as I drilled my cock into my neighbour's well-fucked pussy. Sophie just moaned and screamed, reaching out to grab hold of the headboard as it lewdly banged the wall, mixing with the squeaks of the bed itself. And then I grabbed hold of Sophie's hips. And if I had been fucking her fast before, I really drilled her into high heaven this time. Sophie's eyes shot open and she began panting heavily, barely able to moan or scream. Her pussy felt alive. Electric pleasure shot through her, coursing like a burning, mind-bending drug as she gasped and breathed labouredly. She was on the edge once more.
"Uh, uh, uh, that's it, Jeff! I'm almost there! Fuck! Don't stop! I'm almost there! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! Fuck me, Jeff! Cum in me! I need your cum, Jeff! Please cum in me and FUCK ME!" Sophie shouted out before squeezing her eyes shut. Her face contorted in ecstasy, and she let out a loud scream of pure passion and lust. "CUM INSIDE ME, NOW!" The matriarch commanded, loud enough for the neighbours and anyone walking by to make out clearly.
I pounded her pussy almost raw, hitting that spot deep within her, scorching her pussy walls with my thick, stretching cock as it plunged deep within her again and again. "Ah, Sophie!" I called out, wanting to say the name of my lover, to look into the face of my fiancée’s Mom, to become one with her, to indulge in this forbidden union as deeply and intimately as possible. I kissed her again, tasting her as she called out, her breath splashing against my mouth.
"Jeff, Jeff, Jeff," she called, after each thrust: again, again, again, again. Making love to the married woman, soon to be my mother-in-law, the woman who saved me and loved before anyone else, the… the...
"Sophie, Sophie… I love you so much!"
"I… hai… haaaaa… I love you toooOOOOAAAAAH!!!" Sophie erupted, shuddering, spasming, spewing. It was less of an orgasm and more of a force of nature, a sliver of animal lust overtaking her humanity as I mated with her. I kept thrusting into her, pounding, sawing, a slick phallus endlessly dipping until the honey burst and overflowed.
And then Sophie felt it, her fourth orgasm, roaring within her and she let out a wordless scream. Her entire world exploded for the fourth time that day in an orgasm even more intense than the last three. Her pussy clamped down on my cock so tightly that I couldn't fuck her anymore. I just drove my dick balls deep within her and held myself there. Sophie's pussy sucked and worked around my cock as it convulsed and her body shook violently, milking my dick until I couldn’t take it any more. I had failed.
"I'm going to cum!" I shouted loud enough to drown out Sophie's screams.
The telltale sensation of my own orgasm approached with all the speed of a race car, but continued fucking her unrelentingly. My cock expanded inside her. I nuzzled against her spasming cervix and failed. I failed my wife-to-be. I failed to stop this forbidden attempt at procreation… and I came. The first huge rope of sticky, white, life-creating cum, the same cum that had made Jessica’s little brother, blasted thickly inside her pussy, blasting her cervix and flooding Sophie's fertile womb. A second and then a third volley of volley sperm burst out of me in thick rivulets, saturating Sophie's inner channel, coating and drowning it in incestuous semen.
Another thick load pumped into her, coating her pussy walls and sending Sophie skyrocketing into heaven as her orgasm tripled in intensity. Not just from feeling someone cum inside her but knowing it was her daughter's fiancé cumming deep within her. Sophie screamed and I groaned and grunted as we both came together. My cock ejaculating my heavy load of potent seed deep into Sophie's pussy and fertile womb. I wanted to stay like this forever, to hell with the wedding and everything else. I pulled back slightly to admire her. Sophie was glowing; I was in love; she was his, even for this one moment, even if...
…I was marrying her youngest daughter in a few hours. I ceased pumping when my orgasm ran its course, filling her up to overflowing. Cum began to dribble out of her cock-stuffed hole around my dick, dripping onto the bed sheets and the hem of her dress. Sophie's pussy gushed with her own orgasm, mixing her juices with mine until slowly our orgasms started to dissipate. Finally, with one last volley shooting inside her, I collapsed onto her. Sophie felt her own orgasm tingle out a little while after and she lay panting in ecstasy, her whole body alive and electric. Sophie lay there full of cum and cock and just let herself feel me inside her. Feeling my forbidden seed filling her. It was a good few minutes before she could move again, and I was the first to shift. I pulled out of her, causing more cum to leak from her already full pussy, dripping down her puffy pussy lips, and I sat back on the other side of the bed. Sophie, on the other hand, lay for a moment catching her breath before she rolled onto her back and stared with wide eyes up at the ceiling.
"Oh, shit." Sophie sighed, lifting her hands weakly to run them over her face. Her whole body tingled with life and pleasure, and her pussy remembered my cock. "That was the best… ever!" She said as her eyes caught sight of me sitting next to her.
Smiling brightly, Sophie saw my now softening cock.
"Nothing's changed, Sophie," I said caringly and Sophie laughed lightly.
"On the contrary, Jeff, everything has. We'll be doing that a lot more from now on!" She said playfully and I laughed gently.
"I meant that I still love you." I said sweetly and Sophie pushed herself up weakly.
"I love you too, Jeff." She said as she looked at me with eyes that shone with impish mischief, "I think I need to get cleaned up." She said amusedly, straightening her dress as best as she could.
"And I need to get dressed! We'll have to leave..." I began and then looked at my watch: Fuck! "...Soon!" I exhaled fearfully as I watched her cum-filled stomach flutter.
Her daughter was going to walk down the aisle to me later this afternoon while her mother waited for her, freshly inseminated with my cum. Did Sophie want just one last fling before I got married? Did Jessica willingly send her across to me knowing this would happen?
"Yeah… we should get ready…" Sophie said reluctantly and pushed herself off the bed and legs almost immediately deposited her on the floor; they were so weak.
The mature woman's attention was on me as I too unsteadily rose from the bed. My penis swung between my legs as I reached for my clothes. Sophie stumbled to the bedroom window, opening it wide, the scent of our sex lingering in the air; it would dissipate by the time Jessica and I would return here later tonight. She then walked over to the full-length mirror with toes that tingled, with legs which trembled, with a shaky step after shaky step. To the east the light of the rising sun illuminated the sky in an afterglow almost as intense as our own. At first, the sunrise was bright orange, matching perfectly the ginger curls atop her pubic mound. But as she walked slowly on it changed, becoming deeper, until the rays peeking out over the horizon were as deep and ruby red as the blush which lingered on her pretty cheeks.
It turned her fair skin a rich and rosy crimson, a passionate flush which seemed to deepen as I recalled the energy and vigour of the act which put it there. The same colour as the blood which pumped through my veins, which raised my majestic cock high and proud when I took her and made her mine… at least for the moment.
I sank gratefully back onto the bed to pull on my pants. I wondered if it was obvious that the colour of my face was painted in the same colours of Sophie's healthy post-orgasmic glow. Despite the sin we had just committed together I felt content and all warm inside. Sticky, too, in need of a shower. I was covered in sweat by the end, and I could feel it cooling my skin in the fresh morning air now flowing through the open window.
I did what I could to make myself presentable, after, but our sex had left its mark on me and made an utter mess of Sophie. I saw my own reflection in the mirror, staring obsessively at Sophie. So many men would stare at her. I certainly did… long before I even registered that she had moved next door with three beautiful daughters. I was still an adolescent, overflowing with hormones… that was my excuse back then. But now? There was more than testosterone at play. She was my Dreamgirl, a fantasy lover, I certainly had no plans to sleep with my neighbour but she was right; fate had thrown us together. Her matriarchal power and her tall, curvaceous figure conspired to heal me… and to capture my heart. She did not go out of her way to tempt me, to goad me, to validate herself… but she still found her way under my skin.
My eyes took in her form, from her pert breasts to her glistening thighs. Emerging from her swollen labia was evidence of our copulation; a sticky pearlescent mess emerging as proof of my conquest. I stared at her pussy, the mess I’d made of it. The once-neat lips now gaped so openly, my cum oozing out between her rose-soft petals. My load was unleashed so deep inside, my cock buried so deep and erupting so forcefully, that her womb will be painted white for days. I would always remember that particular ejaculation and as my eyes rose to meet Sophie's she gave a breathy little giggle, like a schoolgirl with a crush. I fired off inside her without a condom. So reckless. So impulsive. So manly.
She wisely decided to wear a pair of white panties she had brought with her, pulling them out of her bag and stepping into them, pulling them up her smooth legs. My load immediately puddled in her panties, creamy white standing out against silk as black as the now fallen night. That thick cum marked her as my conquest; it was her white flag of surrender to me. As she pulled my knickers back up into place she blushed as her body overflowed with my seed.
Sophie took a deep breath, and smiling in satisfaction, she spoke; "As this special part of you oozes from between my pussy lips, I’m thinking of where the majority is now, flooding my womb, seeking another egg to fertilise. I want you. I want your babies. I want you to give my daughter babies. I will always want to go down on you, service you, reward you. To worship your cock; my full, plump lips will suck and suck until your endless load is mine. I will gladly swallow your big, swinging balls and I will take every inch of your manhood if I can, and if your penis becomes more than my mouth can handle. Perhaps the cleavage of my milk-pale breasts could pick up the slack? Maybe you can paint them even whiter. And that is only the start of what I would do for you, Jeff." Sophie let her words sink in as I stood motionless before her, "In a few hours Joseph will give Jessica away… to you. But I will always give myself to you. I am yours. From now and forever. This is my vow; to always be there for you. By the ceremony I'll be my old self again. Over the weekend I will recover. But for now, I will dream of submitting to you, I will blush like a crushing virgin as I recall what passed between us, and I will bask in the afterglow of your love. And when I take my husband home tonight, before I peel off my clothes and retreat to a lovely bath, I will write all of this down so that I will remember how sweet submission feels. Tomorrow I will cringe at having felt this way; by Sunday I will deny it. When the new week begins I will stride into work as confident, as biting, as arrogant and superior as I was before you claimed me. So I can enjoy being taken by you once again. Please… do not forsake me? Kiss me one more time…?"
I did not respond.
"Just one kiss? One kiss,” she repeated.
I stayed where I was. Frozen. As Sophie moved closer. With every step she took. "Just one kiss." I said as she reached me.
The married mother reached up to caress my neck. She stood on tiptoes as I bent my neck down for one last kiss. It was a small kiss at first. Our lips were closed, but as I started to pull away, Sophie put her other hand around my neck. Her tongue darted over my lips and soon I found myself gasping for breath as they shared a deep all consuming kiss. It was as if all the frustration and anger of the past year poured into that kiss. I sensed Sophie further rise on her toes, pressing herself closer. I responded by wrapping my arms around her waist, lifting her, and crushing her to me. She moaned and I felt blood rush to my spent tool.
She was so soft and yielding. The smell of her femininity was intoxicating and above all, she felt so good against me. Her hands roamed all over my body. Perhaps, in her head, if this was her last kiss with me, she was going to make it hard for me to forget it.
When we released each other we were both panting again. Sophie weakly made her way over to her dresser and looked at herself in the mirror. Her corseted white dress was rumpled and, if you looked closely enough, there were giant cum stains down the front. Her hair was half undone and she was red-faced and glowing. She definitely looked like she'd just had sex.
"Look what you did to me, Jeff!" She said, glancing over her shoulder as me was pulling on my suit pants.
"I think you look perfect." I replied, and Sophie smiled at me.
Looking back to the mirror she tended to the more obvious trails of spunk on her gown and went to work to fix her hair. There was nothing to be done about that post-sex glow she had, nor the way her blue eyes shone with orgasmic bliss, but she did her best. She left the stains on her dress. Both were oddly appropriate for this bride's mother on her daughter's wedding day, I thought. Just like having cum in her pussy and my sperm in the womb that had once carried my wife to be.
It took Sophie a good half an hour to get her hair back into a semblance of neatness and fix, as best as she could, her dress. The signs were still there if you knew where to look, but no one else would be able to tell. Moreover, the glow from her face would just be taken as her wedding day glow of happiness for her daughter getting married to the love of her life. Hopefully no-one would suspect the groom of having nailed the bride's mother before her youngest daughter's wedding.
Soon enough both Sophie and I were back in a mostly acceptable state, though I did have a bulge in my pants from where my cock grew once more from looking at her in her dress and thinking about what had just happened. But hopefully everyone would be staring at Jessica, not my crotch. We were ready just in time, as no sooner had Sophie fixed her hair than a sound came from downstairs and a sudden commotion as two giggling women burst through the front door. Sophie and I held each other's hands one last time and then descended the stairs to greet them.
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When Rachel stepped into the lodge, I immediately noticed something different about her. There were lights in her green eyes, a speck of rebel that both evoked and aroused. Not that it wasn't there before, it actually had been there ever since she turned eighteen. But now it was more... prominent. There was the way she dressed; the pastel green dress she was wearing was identical to her mother’s, purchased for just the occasion, and it clung to her hips as she self consciously tugged the hemline down to mid thigh. The milky white heft of her small cleavage strained against the halter top of the dress. Her sexy matching heels looked hard to walk in, but the way they made her ass look was worth it.
Rachel was Jessica’s identical twin. Older than my fiancée by ten minutes, almost twenty years old and a petite five foot three redhead. She looked stunning! I swear she was trying to drive me crazy. Even now as she entered the living room beneath us it was clear she had already spent hours on her appearance. Like Sophie, her dress barely covering her much thrusting tits, I couldn't even miss the fact she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. I could see her hardened rosy-pink nippless pushing against the material. The dress descended downwards, but ended so very short barely covering her ass. It hugged her curves so tight anyone would think it was an extension of her skin. Her creamy soft skin, covered in light coloured freckles.
Unlike her Mom Rachel had an athletic figure, narrow boyish hips, and small breasts. But the twins were both late bloomers. They had turned eighteen and blossomed into womanhood, growing curvier hips and a well proportioned pair of small but well formed boobs that turned every man's head. Both Rachel and Jessica would turn twenty in just a couple of weeks time… then I would turn twenty-one just a few weeks after that. I’d be a married man. Behind Rachel blundered in Molly; a dark haired brunette, six foot tall in her heels, and wearing an identical dress except for the colour; pastel blue dress that ended just below her panty line. Molly was twenty-four, with large hazel eyes framed by long lashes and plump kissable lips. The dress hugged all her curves, dipping low to show her cleavage, not too much, but just right. Her breasts were much larger and, as she followed behind her best friend she made eye contact with me and smiled; I melted. Molly had a smile that lit up her eyes; they looked dark brown from where I was descending the staircase. Her hair was long and flowing down her back to her waist, it was a deep brown, her make-up, like Rachel’s, was perfect, not too much and not too little.
"Mom!" Shouted Rachel as soon as she spotted her mother, "Jessica is ready and she needs you!"
"Okay, don’t panic, I’ve just finished here, I’ll head straight over." Sophie said, taking charge, "You need to stay here and look after Jeff…" she added as she exited the lodge through the same door the two girls had entered through.
"I know what you need," said Molly, "You need a strong coffee. I’ll go get you a caramel latte from the café," she added as she headed past me back out of the lodge. As she did so, she gave me the once over and smiled. Did she know? Could she tell?
"Did you get dressed with your eyes closed?" Rachel commented as she approached me, smiling broadly, "This won’t do. Here, let me straighten you out. You look like you just got out of bed!"
"Sorry Rachel, I’m not used to… having to look good…"
"Oh, you look good, Jeff, but the ‘just got out of bed’ look isn’t really appropriate for your wedding," she responded, straightening my shirt and tucking it in perfectly into my dress trousers. "You’re going to look great in a suit… have you secured the carnation in your jacket?"
“As soon as it was delivered,” I replied as my fiancée’s sister began to run her fingers through my hair, straightening it and ensuring it was adequately presented.
"Good, we are all wearing matching flowers. It’s important! There," Rachel said after fussing over me for a few minutes, "You’ll do. Now kiss me."
I did not respond, looking at her in confusion.
"Just one kiss? One kiss,” she repeated and it struck me, Sophie had demanded the very same thing. "Just one kiss, one kiss won’t hurt?" I stood still, frozen, as the little redhead moved closer. "Just one kiss, to make sure you aren't going to be doing it wrong," Rachel almost whispered.
She leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine, softly. I remained almost frozen, my lips pressing back, but remaining mostly inert. Rachel leaned farther in, her lips pressing harder against mine, and began to open her mouth slightly. Her lips pressed against mine, gently kissing and suckling in an experience that was gentle but arousing. After a couple of minutes of delicacy and tenderness, I softly moved my tongue forward. Rachel let out a soft moan, feeling me probe against her lips. I felt amazed and after another long minutes of this gentle kissing, Rachel pulled back and looked at my expression.
"Better?" Rachel asked.
"That was great," I grinned. "thanks."
"You look better now. You looked scared to death when I first saw you. Panic stricken, flushed, like you’d either ran a marathon or that you were about to run one! You’re… not having cold feet?"
"N-no…" I said, it was probably not a good idea to confess I had just fucked her mother.
"Are you sure you still want to get married?"
"Definitely," I assured her, and she gave me another kiss anyway. I sighed.
"Okay… Well, I guess… but it's not too late to change your mind. If you want to?" I just stiffened, eyes wide, lips pursed. I backed away from Jessica’s sister. "Easy there, champ, breathe. You’re okay, I understand, I just wanted to know that you have options. You will always have options."
She pulled me back into her arms, pressing her familiar body into mine and giggled sweetly as she felt my penis forming in my pants. The giggle Rachel let out went straight to my cock like a bullet, making me throb painfully against my zipper. I staggered backwards, as she pushed into me, collapsing on the sofa behind me, Rachel ending up on my lap, her hand coming to rest high on my thigh. She batted her eyelashes, leaning into touch like a cat seeking affection and she pouted playfully, her voice sugary sweet, as she asked, "You know I will always love you, right?" Her hand moved slightly higher on my thigh, and her fingers brushed against the hard outline of my erection. "I'm just the same as her…"
My breath caught as her small hand grazed my cock, the contact making me groan softly. My arms instinctively wrapped around her, pulling her closer until she was practically straddling my thigh. "I know… I have no idea which one of you I fell in love with first…" I whispered, my voice thick with desire.
Rachel turned her big, beautiful green up to me, her pink lips parting slightly. "Thank you, for saying that Jeff," she said sweetly, and leaned in to press a soft kiss to my rough cheek. "But you fell in love with Jessica over ice-cream. I wasn’t there… but I felt it… when it happened. You were with Jess. You’re meant to be with Jess."
Her ginger hair tickled my neck, and her hand remained on my thigh, just inches from my now aching cock. "I’m sorry." I apologised with honesty.
This time she smiled at me, before pouting and looking into my eyes. "Jessica looks beautiful," she whined softly, snuggling closer to my side. "Neither of us thought we would ever have a chance with you after Ellen sank her claws so deeply into you." Her hand slowly slid from my thigh, making me clench my teeth to keep from groaning at the loss of her touch. "I’m pleased you’re free of her. And I’m happy for Jessica… I truly am," she said.
"I love you, Rachel."
The identical twin’s face lit up instantly, her earlier pout forgotten as she sat up straighter, and bounced on the couch.
"Really?" she asked hopefully. "Because I love you too." My eyes locked on Rachel’s bouncing tits as she moved. "Mom thinks you need to be distracted… What do you want to do?" She asked.
I took a big breath, trying to calm my racing heart and throbbing erection and shrugged, feigning innocence. "I don't know..." I murmured, before trailing off and biting my lip in thought.
"Let’s just hang out for a while." Rachel continued, and snuggled back into my side. "I like being close to you." She said it so innocently, but it felt deliberately provocative.
I forced a smile, though my heart hammered against my ribs as she wrapped her arm tight around my waist to pull her firmly against my side. She beamed brightly, her smile lighting up the room as she leaned her head on my shoulder, and straightened my tie. I submitted to her, sliding my hand under Rachel's knee, and gently lifting her leg to drape it over my lap, effectively spreading her thighs open against my hip. The position was incredibly intimate, and her green dress rode high up her legs, as she giggled. She turned her head, looking at me with those big, beautiful eyes. But there was a spark of something else there, a hint of mischief and bit her lip and fluttered her eyelashes flirtatiously as she shifted her hips and inch so that her dress moved up higher on her thighs. She giggled playfully again, pressing her small palm flat against my broad chest and tracing upward over my tie to graze her fingers on the exposed skin of my neck. "Do you like this?" she asked breathlessly, arching her back, causing me to groan and slip my free hand under her dress to grip more of her bare thigh.
My eyes nearly rolled back in my head as my hand disappeared under her dress. I could see the outline of my fingers digging into Rachel's soft flesh and pulling her leg higher on my lap. Rachel lifted her leg until it rested over my hip bone, her panties now visible. I lifted her with no effort, guiding her fully onto my lap, her thighs spread white across my muscular legs, her back pressed flush against my chest. I arranged her so that she was facing away from me, her chest heaving with anticipation. Rachel sat primly on my lap, her back straight, looking back at me with those innocent eyes. But the way she was sitting on me was anything but innocent. Her dress hiked up high on her thighs, my hands resting on her hips, my fingers splayed wide. She fluttered her eyelashes at me, the picture of innocence. But that innocence was corrupted by the way she shifted her weight, grinding her ass gently against my rock-hard cock beneath her. She kept her hands folded in her lap like a proper young lady, but her thighs spread a little wider when I squeezed her hips.
She twisted her head to look up at me, her lips parting in an innocent, grateful smile. "Thank you for letting me be close to you this morning… I feel like I’m about to lose you. I love being on your lap," she said sweetly, breathing heavily. "It's my favourite place in the world." I growled and gripped her hips tighter to pull her back flush against my bulge, my other hand sliding to her stomach to press her against my chest. The words sent fire through both of us. "Mhmmm," she hummed happily, wiggling her ass against my dick again, and deliberately pressing down. "My favorite spot," she confirmed, looking back at me with a flirtatious bat of her lashes.
I groaned, my jaw tight, and my hands slid from her hips to her thighs, pushing her dress even higher as I spread her legs wider to display her panties. "I love having you close, Rachel," I rumbled against her ear, my hips bucking up slightly to grind against her ass.
She let out another breathless laugh, leaning her head back on my shoulder. The swell of her breasts proudly being pushed forwards. Rachel blushed, looking down at herself. "Do you like them, Jeff?" She looked at both of them, her hands drifting up to cup them. "Do you still like my little titties?" She squeezed them softly, and I nearly lost my mind as my grip on her hip tightened painfully.
"Your tits… are perfect…" I panted, no longer in control of this encounter. Rachel sensed my submission and turned herself around in my lap. Her face was directly opposite mine and she smiled, then leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I could smell her perfume and knew that she had left a great big lipstick smear on my face.
Rachel was still gently rubbing my thigh, and was breathing a little heavier. She sighed, and she slid her hands to the back of my head, stroking my hair as she guided my face closer to her.
"Do you like how I look, Jeff?" She asked. I nodded my head. She was a little small and light in my lap, and if this was even a hint of how her twin sister might look next door then I was indeed a very lucky man. "I like it when you look at me… Look at my eyes?" I did. She placed her hands on either side of my face and slowly guided my eyes to her nose, then to her lips. She kissed her fingers and touched my nose. "You can kiss me if you want to."
We engaged in a long lingering kiss with our tongues playing together. I was taken aback by the passion in her kiss. Jessica's sister obviously wanted me, but I was going to give her just what she wanted? She did want more and moved my face to her neck, then finally and slowly, she guided my face to her breasts. She held my face the whole time. My nose pressed against her and she pulled the top down. Unlike her mothers boobs, held so tightly, filling her figure hugging dress and threatening to burst free, Rachel's small, pert mounds easily slipped free, exposing her nipples.
"You can suck them," she said, "if you want to?"
She pushed my face to her cleavage, then lifted and held one of the tits, rubbing its nipple against my lips, like a mother trying to nurse her baby. I sucked it. Her small breast felt plump and firm. While I sucked the swollen nipple, I felt a hand go between my thighs moving towards my crotch. Soon her hand softly cupped my cock and balls through my strained dress pants. She sensed my arousal and held me tight against her breast as she continued to grope me. She unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned the waist, unzipped my fly, then slipped her dainty warm hand and fingers into my underwear, holding my cock in her tiny fist.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Sshhh, no more words, just kiss me," Rachel moaned.
I surrendered, and we engaged in another passionate kiss as her hand explored my dick. Rachel whimpered into my mouth every so often as we devoured each other. I kissed her neck, then moved back to her braless breast. Kissing the soft mounds before gently taking a nipple into my mouth alternately sucking and gently biting first one then the other. I cupped both breasts in my hands leaning in and began feasting upon her right nipple and massaging her other nipple.
"Oh, mmmm that's it Jeff, suck on my nipple, mmm that feels good," Rachel mewled, "Oh yes! I love how much attention you give my little titties. Suck my titties like you do Mom's…"
It was true; Rachel had inherited her Mother's nipple sensitivity, and her ability to have breast orgasms so I continued sucking and fondling her daughter's sweet young breasts, alternately sucking one nipple, then the other. Rachel's hard nipples began to swell and become even more sensitive as I continued to suck on them. She loved the feeling, and she was soon murmuring her encouragement. She rolled over on top of me on the couch and began squirming against my crotch, tugging on my fully erect cock. I could see her juices were flowing freely again as I continued my breast worship.
A couple of minutes passed and Rachel's moans became almost constant, my manipulations sending her to even higher levels of pleasure. Finally, she went rigid beneath me and released a wailing moan. My teenage girlfriend was having a breast induced orgasm. Her hips bucked against me and her pussy juices began to soak through my pants. Her body shook and shivered for a few moments before she slumped down against my chest, breathing heavily. I released her tortured nipple and kissed my fiancée’s twin sister on her lips.
"That always amazes me," I confessed, "Your nipples are so sensitive when you reach orgasm… just like your Mom."
"Only you have ever given me nipple orgasms, Jeff" she breathed, "They make me cum so hard… but they don't last as long…"
"So you're saying I need to keep on suckling? Don't you get super sensitive or something?”
"With my pussy, yes, sometimes you make it so sensitive I might die if you touched it again… but my tits… I wish you could be attached to them all day long. You last so long… honestly, some of my friends complain about their lovers only lasting seconds. We've made love for hours! My sister is a very lucky woman."
She smiled at me and took my hard member into her small hand and stroked it a few times. I rolled her over onto my back as she sat up on the sofa beside me, presenting me with her tits. After giving each of Rachel's lovely breasts attention, she lifted her dress up, bunching it around her middle. Her panties and ginger thatch of hair came into view through the almost transparent material. She pulled the panties off her hips, to her thighs, to her knees, and let them fall to her ankles. Then she sat back down beside me, her legs slightly spread and waiting.
"You can play with it and even lick it if you want," she whispered.
I reached out and found her pussy lips. They felt soft and smooth. They were also warm and wet. I rubbed a finger into her slit and pushed it into her gash. She put a hand atop mine as I worked the finger into her. She moaned softly.
"Let's go to bed," she suggested.
"We… can't."
"Then you're doing me here…"
Rachel's warm hands and arms encircled my waist pulling me close. She pulled my face to hers and put my hands back on top of her small breasts and their erect nipples. I enjoyed the serenity of just suckling on her inch long nipples until she was writhing and cumming again. This time the scent of her sex washed over me as well as her juices, and I maintained my assault on her tender mammaries. Her pheromones soon had me in her thrawl and I found myself positioning a cushion under her bottom to lift her up so she would be the right height for my mouth. She spread her legs for my face and pressed her pussy against my mouth.
"You're getting married in a couple of hours…" she gasped, "but I want my sister to taste me on your lips when you kiss the bride…" I worked on her until several minutes later she sprayed my face with her juices. "Fuck Jeff… don't stop… fuck!"
I kept going, my jaw aching and I worked a finger into her, then two, then a third, and a fourth. She moaned and moved her bottom around on the cushion.
"Is it as good as it looks?"
She nodded 'yes.' I then pumped her slowly with my palm facing upward to try to hit her 'G' spot with my curled finger tips. It seemed to be working. I fingered her slowly until she bounced her ass pleading "faster, faster" and came a third time. Her body then became still, her legs fell down, and her eyes rolled back in her head.
I rose up between her shaking legs and sat beside her again, while she recovered from her climax, gently stroking my fingers through her perfect red hair. I knew why she was here… I knew why she wanted this. I knew because… this time In was sure; I wanted it too. I was in love with Rachel… perhaps just as much as I loved Jessica and all too soon… I'd belong to her sister, officially, and never to her. Part of me died inside knowing I could only ever make one of the sisters happy… the rest of me wanted to make sure that Rachel knew, even though I had chosen Jessica, in a perfect world I would have chosen her too. Rachel slowly recovered from her climax and I could see her looking at me, love radiating from her soul, bathing me in her warmth. She knew.
"Are you sure you want to go through with this wedding, Jeff?" She asked.
Even after all of this, I sighed and nodded. "Pretty sure. Hey, don't worry, we'll still see each other! You're still my friend… soon you'll be my sister! Well, my sister-in-law. We will be related and I will find a way to love you… in a different way. And I do love you, Rachel, nothing will ever be able to take that–"
She kissed me. "I'll never let you go… I–I can't just give you up," she giggled, caressing my cheek.
I took my time studying Jessica's identical twin sister and how thoroughly ravaged she now was. She was glimmering with perspiration, flushed from her orgasmic release, and absolutely oozing from the administrations of our illicit encounter. She still wore her bridesmaids dress, and I imagined her out of it… I could imagine that this was what Jessica was going to look like on our wedding night.
"You know," I said, eyes traveling over her body, "I never thought I'd get this far…"
"I always knew this day would come," she murmured. "You can't fight destiny."
I looked into her face, as she began biting her lip before speaking; "I guess we don't have to wonder anym–"
Rachel kissed me and I was ruined. "Jeff, I want you," she hissed. "I have an idea. How about I give you a proper farewell?"
Rachel slid herself from me and stood up. Holding her dress up, exposing her sex, she turned around pretty pussy to me. In that moment time seemed to stand still, and for what seemed like an eternity stared at the explicitly delicious treat that lay disclosed between the beautiful redhead's lovely long legs. Rachel's inner labia sat clear and distinct between the fleshy, prominent bulbs of her bare vulva. Just the night before she had carefully shaved the entire face of her sex, leaving just a small triangle of fluffy, ginger hair at its peak. I watched in fascination the full rounded lips of her clean-shaven pussy, unable to contain the lovely pink flesh folds that emerged unashamedly from within. My face blushed red with embarrassment and my mouth dropped open as my eyes devoured her sex.
With my trousers unbuttoned, my fly open and both my pants and my boxers tugged down, my penis had risen, like an obelisk erected in the redhead’s honour, exposed and pointing towards the heavens. Rachel placed one of her long legs onto the sofa beside me and her gorgeous flower petals parted in the most wonderfully wicked way. Her outer labia literally unfurled in front of me, granting a brief, yet certain viewing of the lovely inner walls of her silky sweet chasm. The oval shape of her vaginal opening was clearly visible and looking down between her legs, she knew I could see absolutely everything.
She then pulled back from me, panting, "I want you inside me." Then Rachel swung a leg over my lap, and lowered herself onto me in one slow, slick, perfect slide. I cried out; a raw sound, guttural, broken. She sat fully on me, hands braced on my chest, her back arched, tiny breasts bouncing slightly with the rhythm of her breath. I instinctively grabbed her hips, trying to control myself. She smiled her megawatt smile, "Jeff, just enjoy this… an early wedding present…"
"Shit… You feel..." I gasped. "Fuck, Rachel."
She smiled. "I know."
She began to move; rolling her hips, teasing me with long, slow strokes that tightened my every nerve. Her eyes were on mine, watching me unravel. Her almost orange hair fell over her shoulders, her body lithe and powerful. She leaned down, letting her breasts brush against my lips. I took one into my mouth, sucking hard, tongue circling her nipple. She moaned, grinding harder now, fucking me slow and deep, every angle perfect. I was already getting close. So was she. She slowed just enough to tease me, then reached behind, her fingers lacing with mine, and gently guided my hands back to her hips.
"Don't move," she whispered.
Then she lifted from me slowly, almost all the way, turned around, and slid back down onto my cock. My breath caught. From this angle, she was devastating, her back long and gleaming, muscles flexing with every shift, ass full and perfect and bouncing gently as she began to ride me. I could see everything, the way she took me in deep, the way her thighs spread wide, how wet she was.
"Rachel..." I groaned, voice breaking.
She rolled her hips in tight, controlled circles, adjusting her angle until she hit exactly what she needed, again and again. My hands gripped her hips, trying not to explode too soon. But she was too much. Her ass slammed down against me with each thrust now, the sound sharp and wet and obscene. She tossed her ginger hair over one shoulder and glanced back.
"Are you close?" she asked, breathless but smug.
I could barely speak. "I–I'm not going to last…"
"Good."
She planted her hands on my thighs and ground down hard. My cock throbbed inside her. She was moaning freely now, her orgasm rising fast, sharp, needy, intense. We both gave a cry as I held onto her, grabbing her breasts. Rachel was helpless to do anything but widen her eyes as my penis pulverised her slippery vagina. I tried to hold her steady, not wanting it to overwhelm her, but she bucked uncontrollably, sending a surge through her vaginal walls to the pistoning shaft of my penis. She let out a muffled moan, her pussy lips vibrating wonderfully on my cock, causing it to stiffen further. Rachel’s bottom settled slightly on me, still too inexperienced and too eager. I squeezed the older twin sister's breasts as she thrust my manhood into her, again and again, heedless of anything but the sensations of warmth and joy and the muffled groans emitting from her sister’s groom. When Rachel drew back, she pressed into me; when she drew forward, she pulled herself along my length; if she tried moving to the side, she drew me in or out of her.
We started to fuck each other, building up to a rhythm, like pistons whirring an engine to life. The sensation could not be described: it was love and accolades and reaching the top of a mountain and skiing down its slope and winning a race and listening to a favourite song, live, front row, while being on fire and being struck by lightning and worshipped. All on my wedding day, no less. I let out a cry and squeezed my fiancée’s sister's breasts hard enough to cause some pain
We should have tried to stop but it was futile, and when Molly found us, her fellow bridesmaid was semi-naked and leaning over in front of me, riding me reverse cowgirl, facing the door and her shell shocked girlfriend, bellowing in orgasmic fury as I was jamming my penis into her from behind. I was lost in ecstasy and Rachel could do nothing except respond to my fucking as I buried my cock deep inside her tight pussy. Looking up at her female lover standing at the door in front of us whilst she was in the throes of sexual intercourse was turning her on. The little redhead started making her mewing noises as I felt the semen rising in my balls, preparing my cock and I knew I would soon be cumming inside this beautiful teen sister of the bride.
"Stop! I'm going to cum soon Rachel, I'm going to cum inside you," I said, looking at Molly as I tried to hold Rachel still.
"Oh yes beloved, I want your cum, please, fill me with your seed," she begged me, her words punctuated with her moans of an impending climax.
"But Molly… is here…" I gasped.
"She knows we’re just saying goodbye," she stated, adding a chuckle. She smiled at the exotic woman approaching us from the door, staring at her girlfriend naked and splaying. "Do you want to, um… give her your regards, too?"
My eyes just widened even more. Rachel looked absolutely ravishing, despite being… well, already ravished and a corner of Molly’s mouth raised into a cute, crooked smile.
"It's okay, Jeff, honey," Rachel whispered, beckoning for him. "Come closer, Molly. You’ve got to try this position sometime!" She giggled as Molly shuffled over. "Kiss me," she whispered, and Molly pressed her lips onto Rachel’s.
Molly fused her mouth onto the older twin sister's mouth, kissing her with a passion as Rachel continued to fuck me. My hand was caressing her silky bosom, rubbing and caressing clumsily but lovingly; my penis found its place and slipped in and out her with each rise and fall of her hips, burrowing through her fluids until it could go no further. I had always held a special place in my heart for her, similar to Jessica, but indescribably different. I had loved both twins since I was old enough to understand the concept of love itself, and had always been protective of her. She had always been shy and reserved, never bratty or selfish like so many other beautiful women and nothing like Ellen; Rachel was different, she always seemed to live in her own world, opening up to only a precious few… but always to me. Rachel kissed Molly voraciously, reveling in the novelty of kissing her girlfriend while she fucked herself on my cock; touching her breasts, sliding my penis in and out of her, saturating me with her loving fluids and attempting to breed with me. I felt her pussy tighten and contract, tighten and contract, wanting me to fill her with my seed.
"I love you, Jeff… love you… so much... going to… mmmmphhh!"
"I've always been in love with you, Rachel!" I cried as I felt my testicles tighten.
With a grunt I pulled back on her hair so her ass was forced against me and I pressed my cock deep inside her, and with a shout I erupted. Again and again I felt my hot cum spray inside her tight pussy, filling her up with my seed. I kept my cock buried all the way inside her body while my cum continued to ejaculate and I heard her screams of joy as she came again, her body shuddering and her pussy milking my cock while her orgasm consumed her. I fired string after string into the maid of honour’s inner sanctum, my fluids coagulating with hers, drowning her, until her labia overflowed with my pearlescence.
Rachel's bridesmaid’s dress was wrinkled. Seminal fluid oozed out of her as if she were a pastry that had its innards squeezed out. Her eyes were glassy, hazy and dreamlike, her hair cascaded around her shoulders, her voice barely more than a croak. She sighed. "Are you SURE you still want to marry my sister?"
I nodded weakly. "Pretty sure."
"Don't feel too bad," Molly assured her fellow bridesmaid. "I couldn't talk him out of it, either."
"That's too bad," Rachel remarked, giving Molly another appraisal before winking. She grinned.
"You made a VERY convincing argument, but I think my mind is made–"
"Ahem!" Molly interrupted, pulling Rachel from my softening cock, casting her onto the sofa beside me, leaving behind a string of seminal fluid that briefly connected us. She had more than a string leaking out of her.
Rachel slumped like a ragdoll and murmured quietly to me "Mmmm, I love the feel of you inside me, your cum feels so warm in me." Gasping for air, the little redhead scooped the cunt cream-cum combo flowing from her sex and brought the finger to her mouth. I relaxed back onto the sofa, my hand finding hers, fingers entwining.
“Excuse me,” Molly barged in and dropped to her knees in front of me, "It’s now my turn. Rachel, you need to tidy yourself up, I'll come check on you when I'm done here," and then Molly took my cock into her mouth.
Rachel sleepily shook the hair out of her eyes, said, "Yes Molly," kissed me, a long hot one, and added, "It's amazing, soon you’ll be walking down the aisle to my sister…” Molly stuck out her pink tongue and licked the sloppy end of my organ, swirling her tongue under the sensitive tip making the shaft twitch and jump. She giggled again and leaned back on her heels. My cock hung thick, glistening and half-limp before her open lips, strings of slippery ejaculate and saliva connecting my throbbing penis to her now messy mouth. She grinned mischievously as Rachel simply watched her gently lift my cock back to her lips to lick the head, feeling it grow under her fingers. It quickly stiffened. Her hand couldn't wrap completely around it as she took the mushroom head in her mouth and began bobbing herself up and down on the first few inches.
It only took a few minutes; Molly, having resuscitated my dick, stood, kissed Rachel’s mouth, turned, and then kissed me, passionately, "Soon you’ll belong to Jess…"
Rachel shared a look with Molly, then walked away, heading to the bathroom. Molly pulled me towards her, and then onwards towards the window where she turned to face the busy preparations going on outside. Without saying a word Molly pulled her pastel blue dress up to her waist revealing her own panty-less pussy. I put my hands against the window, one on each side of her, and as I pressed into her back, I whispered into her ear, "This is so wrong."
She turned her head, smiled and said, "But we do it anyway." I felt her pushing back at me. "Ugh… my ass is huge, I wish it was more like Rachel’s," she said. "I need to firm it up, but as much as I work out, it's still huge." I slipped my hands down to her cheeks. Firmly caressing them, I moaned into her ear. "I think your ass is perfect, Molly." She pushed back into my hands as I squeezed her butt. My cock was straining between her cheeks, trying to access her peachy cleft. As she rubbed her ass against my twitching cock, I pushed my hands up under her dress, rubbing her firm breasts in my palms. Molly wasn't wearing a bra either, and her soft, full breasts felt incredible. Rubbing them more forcefully, Molly moaned loudly. We dry-fucked as my penis hardnened, leaning against the window, thrusting our hips together as I worked her nipples between my fingers. "Ohhhh shit," she moaned. "Fuck me.... Ohhh just fuck me!"
Molly reached underneath and grabbed my cock again, guided me into her. I moaned loudly as half my dick slipped into her with one hard thrust. I couldn't believe that Molly and I were also going to have sex on the morning before my wedding! It had been months since we had last had an illicit fuck and now we were going to do it in full view of the window. I moved closer and I held my erect manhood and teased her clit and pussy which spread her juices over her entrance and the end of my cock. I placed my hands on her hips, holding up her skirt as I eased my penis between her tight pussy lips. Slowly I pushed forward, watching as my hard cock spread her wet lips, stretching them wide as my thick shaft eased into her.
"Oh yes, I can feel your cock filling me." Molly moaned as I continued to slowly thrust my penis into her welcoming vagina.
I put my hand on her smooth back and pressed firmly, keeping her pinned against the window while I started to ease my cock in and out of her hot pussy. She was so eager to have my cock inside her tan skinned body that she started moving her ass back towards me, urging me to be balls deep. I was a lost man, just a vessel for my passion for the women who were important in my life, my duty to satisfy them. All I wanted was to make them happy… and didn't this, at least on some base level, make me happy too? It did. At least at that moment. The guilt would come later.
So I pounded my cock deep inside the dark-haired beauty. I kept one hand squeezing her tits as I dropped the other around and down, to her gaping slit and her very prominent clitoris. I spread her juices up and down, feeling my cock diving in and out of her as she braced herself against the window. With my finger slick with her wetness, I moved it up to her hard clit. Molly moaned louder and shoved her ass back at me over and over, my full length stretching her tight pussy with each thrust as I fingered her. As I began to tire she slid her ass back and forth while I stood still and soon she was dictating her own pace, sliding her tight pussy up and down my engorged cock while I watched it disappear inside her. Molly began making some strange noises as our taboo intercourse continued. At first she made some barely audible mewing sounds much like Rachel but soon she was moaning louder and she started to move faster on my cock, pushing her ass against me to force my cock deep inside her, and then moving away to feel it slide almost all the way out of her. I reached around under her and stroked her clit in time with her movements against me and I felt her thighs quiver, her legs tremble and her pussy begin to flutter. Moments later she was stifling her moans of ecstasy as she started to cum with my cock inside her pulsating pussy.
"Oh yes, oh Jeff, oh yes, I'm going to… I'm going to… oh fuck!" she gasped as she suddenly came all over my cock, her body shaking and her pussy clamped around my member.
Immediately afterwards she was too sensitive for hard thrusting, for slamming against each other, but she looked over her shoulder so could see each other's eyes, kiss if we wanted to and if I bent forward to steal a kiss as she recovered. It was just sublime.
I held her up, still pinned against the window, her breasts on display to anyone outside if they chose to look. I lifted her leg so I could better reach her clit with my fingers, mostly though, we just gently pushed against each other, looking into each eyes with a mixture of awe and love. It just seemed so incredible that we should have found such sexual delight, such trust, in someone we'd known for so long. It felt right that we should want to make love this one last time. Finally though, by unspoken consent, we both needed to cum. I put my hand down towards Molly's clit, put one finger either side and then pressed down. Thrusting as hard as I could, I could see it was having an effect, the panting, the face twisting up, all told of Molly's slow build-up towards ecstasy… and that was having a corresponding impact on me.
Little squeaks and moans of delight accompanied our quickening pace. I wanted to make sure she came first and focussed my efforts on the angle and rhythm that seemed to be having the greatest effect on her but finally it became too much for me and I started that inevitable ascent towards ejaculation. I could feel my cum rising in my balls from the sensations of her tight pussy on my engorged cock. Looking down at her I grabbed her sexy hips again, and watched my glistening cock slide in and out of her curvy body while she lay pressed up against the glass window. I started fucking her fast, thrusting my hard cock deep inside her warm pussy and filling her up with each stroke. I could feel my cock pushing up deep inside her vaginal passage and spreading her pussy lips with each urgent thrust. Molly started to respond to my fucking by moving against me again, and I could feel her vagina tighten around my penis. Molly's moans were getting louder as we fucked faster and harder, my finger furiously rubbing her pussy. Without warning, her pussy muscles clenched me hard as her orgasm hit, squeezing me deep inside her. I tried thrusting my cock into her, but she closed her legs, stopping me from moving. Her tight cunt clenched me over and over as she came. I could feel my own orgasm building as Molly released her vice-like grip on my cock.
I put a bit more effort into driving my fingers up and down either side of her clit and squeezed them together a little more. With an anguished wail Molly was cumming, just as I felt that rush of semen up my own urethra. As the cum rode through my cock I drove my shaft deep inside her tight pussy one last time, bottoming out against her cervix and the entrance to her womb. Reaching simultaneous orgasm, perhaps for the last time together, was something, but I had another surprise, as her legs started to jerk spastically and I felt a warm gush over my pubes and down onto my balls.
She came again, gasping, riding it out hard against me, as my vision blurred. My hands tightened around her waist holding her in place to accept my seed. My whole body tensed as I spurted my semen; once, twice, three times, my cock pulsing deep inside her, my mouth falling open in a raw, broken groan. I held myself still as Molly’s hips began to rock, ensuring the incredible slippery wet friction continued to pleasure us both, slowing only when she could no longer stand, her body still pulsing from her own high.
We slumped down, at the foot of the window, with me still fully engaged inside her, my hips still gently humping my spent member pumping my cum deeper into her belly. I came hard, shooting load after load of my cum inside her uterus, as Molly squeezed me inside her again, milking me dry. For a moment, all I could hear was our breath. Her slick thighs on mine. The faint slap of skin. My heart hammering in my ears. I lay there on top of her, body buzzing, chest heaving. "Holy shit," I whispered.
"Oh fuck, that had better not be our last time together!" Molly breathed when she could finally talk, "Did I just squirt?"
I nodded, "I think so." Molly shifted her hips, and I popped out of her.
Turning around, she pulled me in for the longest, deepest kiss. I'll never know how long that kiss lasted, certainly after a while it became less intense and became just occasional alternating pecks on the lips until finally, she took my sticky cock in her hands, and carefully tucked it back in my dress pants. Zipping me back up, she kissed me softly on the lips. "That was wonderful," she purred. Hugging me tightly she said, "Maybe we'll have a chance to do that again some time. But now, I have to get back to work preparing for the reception, and you need to get ready. There aren't many weddings where the groom's sperm is dripping down two women's legs when the bride says, ‘I do’.”
She was wrong of course, I had managed to inseminate three women and not one of them was my wife-to-be.
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Everything had led to this moment. I still hadn't caught a glimpse of Jessica but everyone assured me she was okay. I think that they were all more worried about me! I suppose I did have a history of not being able to handle stressful situations. Worse; Everyone had a role that day… except for me… well… apart from the one big one. The café was a hive of activity as it was prepared for the reception, Molly took charge, and Sophie and I took some time out while she showed the string quartet where to set up. Everything was ready and the guests were already on their way to the church in the small village. It was probably only ten minutes away by car but the journey seemed to take forever as my nerves finally kicked in.
When the time came I had recovered from my morning of… distractions. My Mom and Dad took me into the church when we arrived and we mingled with friends and family. I become increasingly nervous until I was ushered to my place at the front. It was a small wedding, just family and a handful of friends so the small church felt full of life. I wouldn't have cared if the pews stood empty. I only had eyes for Jessica, eyes that filled with tears the moment she entered through the huge, ancient church doors.
Jessica looked incredible in the pure white dress, with her pale but perfect complexion hidden by a veil. She looked like a goddess in her sleek shapewear dress that molded to her every voluptuous inch of her feminine figure. The silk stretched taut over her pert breasts, the neckline dipping low enough to tease cleavage, and it flared out over her wide hips. Her flame hair was pulled into a loose bun, a few strands framing her face, and her makeup was flawless. She looked stunning. Literally stunning. I was stunned and the congregation let out a collective gasp at Jessica's natural beauty.
I watched without blinking as the woman who had come to mean the world to me floated down the aisle on her father's arm. She was radiant, her tight gown seeming to swirl around her, the long train bringing up the rear. She was walked down the aisle by her smiling father, holding a bouquet of white roses. Rachel was the only real bridesmaid, with Molly also fulfilling the role of my best ‘man’. They now looked perfect in their complimentary coloured pastel dresses. Jessica and Joseph came beside her mother, Sophie stood and walked with them the rest of the way to the altar. They stood there, all four of them, but Jessica and I only had eyes for each other. My Mother and Sophie were in floods of tears before the ceremony had begun! Joseph picked up Jacob and held him proudly as my father was beaming his delight. When I took Jessica's hand and we turned to face the priest, I was shaking so bad. When Father Simon began to speak, we tore our eyes away from each other reluctantly and listened to his sacred words.
"Who gives this woman to this man?" he asked.
"We do," her parents said in chorus, and took both her hands and laid them in my hands. I looked at her for another long moment, and then turned with her to face the priest who would say the words to make us husband and wife.
Jessica and I spoke in clear voices, promising to love and care for each other, to remain friends and lovers, and to grow old together through every season of every year of the rest of our lives. Father Simon invited us to put the rings we had for each other on our fingers, and I kissed Jessica's hand and Jessica kissed mine, when we placed the token of our love on each other's ring fingers. I was shaking with nerves, unable to keep my finger still as my wedding rang slid into place.
"Don't forget to breathe," Father Simon said, and everyone burst out laughing.
Somehow I made it through the ceremony. Jessica put her hand on mine but when the time came I said my vows in a clear, strong voice;
"Do you, Jeffrey Winter, take this woman, Jessica Robinson, to be your Lawful Wedded Wife?"
"I do."
"Do you, Jessica Robinson, take this man, Jeffrey Winter, to be your Lawful Wedded Husband?"
"I do!"
"Jeffrey, I know you've been waiting for this moment all day, so I guess I'd better take you out of your misery." Father Simon chuckled merrily. "I now pronounce you Man and Wife. You may kiss the bride!"
As I looked into Jessica's beautiful face, which became even more radiant as a lovely smile emerged upon her lips, I reflected on just what a lucky man I was to have found somebody who perfectly matched me in every way; an adorable redhead, with a wonderful personality to match. Those lips were soon met by mine as I accepted Father Simon’s offer, and we indulged in our very first kiss as Husband and Wife, to the cheers of all present. Especially the Chief Bridesmaid and my Best ‘Man’, both of whom, in many ways, were largely responsible for just what was happening here and now. When I looked into her eyes I felt an almost transcendent euphoria, like I might sprout wings and just fly off into Heaven. Maybe that's how the first few seconds of a fatal stroke feel, when your dying brain gives you just one last jolt of life before the book closes for good. I turned and faced Jessica, pulling her slowly into my arms, and when my lips touched hers, the church erupted into cheers and wolf whistles. I barely heard it over the roaring in my ears from the thundering of my heart. I smiled and watched her eyes light up as she smiled back we whispered to each other.
"Hello… my wife." I said, trying out the word for the first time.
"Hello, my husband."
And we kissed again. This time it was a long, dramatic kiss with a bit of a dip at the end. We walked out to applause and camera flashes. We were married, at last.
After a flurry of photographs and another round of tears, my wife and I were escorted to a beautiful Rolls Royce, a classic decked in ribbons with a chauffeur waiting at the open door. Molly’s Grandmother had struck again; the chauffeur was the owner of the car and an old friend from the village. I thanked her again, she had done so much for us over the years. We hugged and there were even more tears before Molly pushed me into the car after Jessica and we were off, back on the short journey to the café.
The journey was a blur, with multiple stops for pictures. By the time our guests rejoined us we had already posed for a number of photographs around the lake, by the lodge and in the park forest. We reconveined for the reception and speeches were made and gifts were given. The drinks flowed. The food came to us in waves and in a blink of an eye the evening was upon us. When I heard the musicians begin to play I felt Jessica come up beside me. Turning my head, I saw the cute little redhead anxiously grinning. "Husband... I just wondered if you'd like to dance?"
"Dance?" I must have looked confused. She laughed and explained, like I was a bit simple. "It's a thing people do, to music, sway back and forth, usually on a dancefloor."
"Sure," I said, enjoying the way she teased. I hated being the centre of attention and I was not a natural dancer… but this was a tradition wasn't it… the first dance?
Following her to the dancefloor, I noticed Molly and Rachel giggling suddenly realising that I'd already broken with tradition not asking Jessica to dance. I felt clumsy and awkward as I took her hand in mine, the music slowed, the lights dimmed as a romantic ballad started, and I slipped an arm around her waist.
She felt amazing in my arms, a perfect little package, slender with a nice set of curves. Though I could tell from the look on her face, she was still a little uncertain about my dance moves. "Sorry I kept you waiting…" I whispered, looking a little guilty, glancing back at our friends. "I've always been shy."
"You shouldn't be. You're the hottest guy here."
"You think I'm hot?" I asked, surprised.
She nodded, her eyes twinkling as she ran a finger along my jaw. "Oh, yeah, definitely the hottest guy in here… and he's married to me!"
Chuckling, I pulled her a little closer, running my hand over her back, surprised at the way she happily wrapped herself around me.
Tipping up her chin, I held her gaze. "So, now that you've asked me to dance, what would they think if you had the nerve to kiss me?"
She smirked. "I think they had their fun with you this morning… tonight, and for the rest of our lives… you're mine."
Pushing up on her toes, arms around my neck, she touched her lips to mine. And it was magic. Holding her in my arms, we smiled into each other's eyes as we swayed. Gently brushing my lips over hers, before I knew it, we were deepening the kiss, kind of grinding on each other and really getting into it. Hearing our friends gasp, we just laughed, enjoying the feel of each other as we kissed.
The song ended as we held each other, still kissing, and broke to another chorus of cheers. Soon another song began to play and Jessica, looking into my eyes, began to sing along as we held each other closely;
"Looks like we made it… Look how far we've come my baby… We might have took the long way… We knew we'd get there someday… They said… I bet… they'll never make it… But just look at us holdin' on… We're still together, still goin' strong… You're still the one - You're still the one I run to… The one that I belong to… You're still the one I want for life. You're still the one - You're still the one that I love… The only one I dream of… You're still the one I kiss goodnight…"
I was lost to the melodic tones of her sweet voice while looking at her emerald green eyes. Pressed up against me she molded herself to my body, letting no space get between, moving with me so gracefully it was like we were alone, except for the extremely pleasant warmth and feel of her. I think I fell in love with her all over again before the song was over. She was almost as tall as me, around five nine with her five inch heels, so as we danced she could look me in the eye. Her chest rose and fell within her dress, letting me catch glimpses of her pink buds. Her flame coloured hair now cascaded in loose curls down her back, stopping just above an ass that her dress tightly revealed. Jessica leaned her head against my chest as we slowly danced. It was the last dance of our wedding reception, the quiet end to what had been a wonderful day. The ceremony was beautiful, and we had a great time at their reception, afterwards. Some colour appeared in her cheeks as I stared into my wife’s eyes.
"What are you thinking?" I asked.
"Just that, even though this day is over, this night is just beginning," she whispered in return, with a slight smile on her face.
I laughed, and pulled her tight into a kiss. I felt her body press against mine, felt the slight swelling below my waistline press into her softness, and wondered what tonight would be like. She sighed and gave me a squeeze as the song came to an end. When the dance was over she refused to let go of my hand, pulling me over to her bridesmaids.
"Damn it, Jess, that was so romantic," said her twin with a jealous sigh.
"You two need to get a room!" Exclaimed Molly, "Say goodbye to your guests and take him to bed before I do," she continued with a smile.
"What do you think, beloved? Should we say our farewells and head to our lodge?" I whispered against her lips, as the slow set ended and we just stopped and stared.
She gave me the naughtiest grin, her bright green eyes dancing with mischief. "I would like that very much, husband."
My hand in hers, she walked me to her parent table, picked up her purse and said, "Goodnight, Mom, Dad, I'll talk with you tomorrow… because Jeff and I would like to… retire?"
"Jessica Winter…” Sophie began, "You no longer need to ask our permission… You're a married woman now. That was the most romantic thing I’ve ever seen. You both look so… happy, and Jess, you look so beautiful. I was there when you fell in love with Jeff… this was always a certainty… your destiny. Jeff… take your wife home. Today has been the most amazing day… I hope tonight you get to make all your dreams come true."
The rest of the reception was a blur, hugs goodbye, best wishes from friends and family. We spent a lot of time thanking our guests; everyone agreed it was a fantastic wedding and, once again, Molly and her Grandmother had ensured the little café was more than adequate to ensure the evening was going to continue to rock without us. Finally, with my arm snug around her, we walked outside. Once we cleared the door, we let go and laughed. "I can't believe we’re married." Jessica giggled. "You were amazing… I’m a very lucky woman."
"I’m a very lucky man."
She grinned. "Do you want to get lucky with me tonight?" Noticing I was staring at her pretty mouth, her eyes warm, she stepped closer. "How about a kiss just for us, with no one watching."
Happy to comply, I pulled her away from the door and into the darkness. The first time I ever really saw real moonlight was up there, in the mountains. I'd seen the moon before, of course, but I'd never been in a place where the moon was the only illumination there was, where everything you saw was lit only by moonlight. It was eerie. Ethereal. It was just like they said in the songs: magical. I was young and thought I knew it all. Up there, under that starry sky, I saw at once that I didn't. There was more to the night than just darkness. The light was buttery silver and the shadows were warm and brownish-blue as we walked hand in hand to Rachel’s glade. The light from the moon was different from any other light. I pulled her along, following a trail of that silvery light and into the glade and we just stood there kissing, in its centre, bathed in moonlight. She opened her white wedding dress, which glowed in an otherworldly blue, and revealed her small breasts. In the moonlight, her skin was almost the same colour as her blouse.
Rachel’s glade looked ethereal, as it always did, otherworldly and mysterious. Pine needles covered the ground at the glade's edges, while soft grass and wildflowers filled the center. A spring gently flowed from moss covered rocks in the hillside above us and filled a small pool before disappearing down through the trees towards the lake. It was more perfect than any garden I had ever seen. We knew it was still early in the evening but our sense of time faded away, and I felt I could remain there, with her, forever. I opened my eyes and noticed the stars, countless millions bathing us in light that had taken millions of years to reach us. Seconds had passed like minutes, but we decided to lie in the grass and flowers beside the spring and let the the winkling rays of the myriad of dying sun sparkle their countenance upon us. As we held each other closely, as man and wife, it almost seemed that the pine needles on the edge of the glade were whispering ancient spells to seduce us and keep us there.
I opened my eyes to a beautiful star lit night and found myself unable to move. It had not been a dream. I was married to the beautiful woman contentedly cuddling against me. I felt better than I had in years, and if I was dreaming, I hoped I would never wake up. As the moon rose to a central position above the glade, Jessica sat up; she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen and she was mine. Her green eyes seemed to penetrate my very soul. The pine needles that covered her dress fell away, as did the top of her dress, not held as tightly as Molly or her mother’s more voluminous breasts. I stared helplessly as the glittering green gems of her eyes then down the valley of her cleavage. She swayed and danced before my eyes forcing my gaze to follow, mesmerizing me as her big eyes sparkled reflecting the starlight into my soul. When she spoke, her voice was like honey seeping into my ears slowing my brain
"I have waited for ages for this night. You have journeyed a long way to reach me, but now you can relax… we belong… we belong together."
At her words my body seemed to melt into the pine needles beneath me. I was unable to reply. She slowly lowered herself until she was straddling my waist as eyes continued to sparkle in the moonlight. There's an affinity between women and the moon. Everyone knows that, but it was most pronounced when it came to Jessica’s breasts. We both looked at her tits in the moonlight, and we smiled like idiots because it was all so obvious. I bent my head and worshipped her breasts with my mouth, my tongue circling her nipples as Jessica stood and caressed my head, looking down at me, her dress hanging loose around her arms. She made little whimpering, gasping sounds, hunched her shoulders and hissed with excitement when I touched her just so. I might as well have been worshipping the moon, the way I worshipped her tits. I was still a poet then, and I'd been struggling to explain those vague longings I felt when looking at the moon, or at snow falling on the lake, or the gathering clouds of a thunderstorm, or any of these other images that stuck in my mind and stirred something inside me. It had taken me years to realise that those longings are the same ones I felt with Jessica; a sexual ache that went beyond the need to just get laid. Beauty could be carnal as much as it could be abstract, and it was her beauty I was responding to. Something inside me that was bigger than me; as big as the world, maybe bigger. Jessica wasn't a poet, thank God, and she finally lost patience with me and pulled me to the soft grass. Her body entwined with mine and she positioned herself so my cock was positioned right along the cleft to her thighs, pressing against her pussy lips and she began to slowly and deliberately dry-hump me. I felt her body twitch underneath me and I am sure a quiet groan escaped her lips.
We weren't in any hurry and as my cock sawed back and forth along the junction of her legs, I gradually felt a reciprocal action. She was rubbing herself against me, through her wedding dress. I was actually enjoying the feeling on my cock and the knowledge that she was now my wife, just seemed to make it even more erotic. She loosened the grip on my neck, and I was able to turn my head sideways into a more comfortable position, pressing in-between her breasts. I managed to rotate my arms so that I could lift myself up on my elbows and look at her face. I could now see her flushed cheeks and that she was breathing more heavily through her slightly open mouth.
"This has really turned strange," I said quietly, still humping her slowly.
"It has," she replied, in a whisper, taking her arms from around my neck entirely and letting them lie alongside her body on the sofa.
"Shouldn't we… ummm… stop then?"
"Are you saying you want to take me back to the lodge?" she asked, her green eyes piercing mine now, a look of possible victory in them.
"I was just, well, asking how you feel," I said.
"I feel like I am winning," she replied, turning her mouth into a grin.
"If that's what you are thinking, you're mistaken, because I'm not the one going to call a halt just yet," I said.
"Hmmm, ok, it's your choice," she said, putting the ball back into my court.
I wondered what more I could do that might give me the upper hand and make her consider it had gone far enough for her to stop, but with us now moving together in a very sexual way, I could only think of one thing. Lifting one hand, I placed it squarely on her breast and cupped it. That got a reaction.
"I love it when you focus your attention on my little little titties," she said, much louder than a whisper. "They will never be as big as Ellen’s, Mom’s or Molly’s…"
"They are perfect…" I replied, "Perfectly proportioned to you… and I love you. I married you didn’t I?" I asked, challengingly.
I could see her struggling for a smart retort, but couldn't find one, especially when my fingers found her hard nipple and teased it with my thumb and finger.
"Ohhh," she sighed, and increased the pressure of her pelvis against mine.
I continued to run my hand over both her breasts, stopping occasionally to feel for a nipple and give it a quick squeeze. She in turn continued to move her hips against me, stimulating me even more. I moved my head and tried to find a nipple with my lips, but the silk material of her dress had ridden up, and I was unable to get a grip. I saw the answer high up on her neck; it was the tag for the zipper. I let the options run around in my brain, while all the time, with Jessica's movements, my cock was pressing and rubbing against her covered pussy, and she showed no sign of calling a halt. Without further self debate, I reached for the tag of the zip and pulled on it. At first it only moved a little and I didn't think Jessica knew what was happening. Then, as it opened more, and she felt the cooler air on her skin, her eyes that had been half closed, shot open. My fingers were still gripping the tag of the zip.
"Here… or at the lodge?" I asked.
Slowly I pulled again on the zip's tag, seeing it open, exposing increasingly more of her bare skin. She definitely wasn't wearing anything underneath. I expected her to stop me as the zip got lower and lower until it stopped against the bottom fastening, but her expression never changed and neither did her motion beneath me. Leaving it where it was, I reached up and slowly parted her top. Gradually the valley between her breasts came into view, then the inner sides of her mounds and finally her breasts and very long and erect nipples. I saw her bite her bottom lip, almost embarrassed, but nothing else changed.
"Right heere… in this beautiful glade," she whispered.
I took a good look at what I had revealed. Two, unsupported, firm, white, breasts, at least a handful each, with their respective hard nipple perched on top of each one. The areolae surrounding the nipples, a dusky pink, with a few raised bumps on each that further pointed to her arousal. I slid my hand up and cupped each of those beauties in turn. I ran my fingers down the valley in-between, pushing each breast sideways to make room, and seeing them spring back together. I drew circles around the outside of each one and then moved inwards to tweak each nipple in turn. Now that I had full access, by moving my head, I was able to put my lips over one of those hard nubs, my tongue feeling the tiny bumps of its texture. I sucked and then ran my tongue around it in my mouth.
"Ohhhh," she sighed, and increased the pressure of her hips upwards.
While teasing her nipple, I started to meet her thrusts, rubbing my covered cock up and down on her tight dress, over her pussy. There was little doubt now that we were dry-humping, in a very sexual way. Both of us were breathing faster now, and I could feel my own heart thumping in my chest at the thought of how all the other occasions I had found myself in this special glade. Sucking her nipple and moving in time with her was obviously stimulating my wife too; her eyes were again half-closed and her face was quite flushed. She didn't do anything with her hands, just left them lying beside her. I assumed she didn't want to encourage me in any way and submissively give her new husband full access to her body. My brain and my thinking were now starting to be guided by the feeling coming from my heart rather than any logical thought, and I decided to move it up yet another level and see how she reacted. Still sucking and teasing her nipple, I slid one hand down between us to where my cock was pressing on where her legs joined and slid a finger between them.
"Oh Jeff!" She hissed, surprised by my finger directly between her legs. She was biting her lip and remaining still, my finger resting against her pussy lips that I could now definitely feel through the crotch of her damp, tight, dress.
"Ohhh," she gasped, as she felt my finger prodding and poking her sensitive spot, feeling the material give and stretch so that my finger was between her lips pressing it in slightly. I ran my fingertip up and down the damp area and she actually pushed upwards to meet it. She didn't say anything, I think she was reluctant to say the words, but I saw an almost subconscious nod of her head. Having stroked and rubbed her there for a few minutes, her movements reciprocating mine, I let my hand drift higher up to bunched up dress around her middle. More easily than I imagined and not giving her a chance to react, I slipped my hand under the silk fabric and down to rest on the lacey underwear covering her pussy. I saw a look of panic and then uncertainty cross her face as my fingers found the wetness there. I could feel the springiness of her pubic hair under whatever covered her pussy, but it was so thin that it did little to disguise the puffy lips pressing against it. I promptly slid my hand up and then back down, under the elastic of her underwear, cupping her naked pussy, her short pubic hair against my palm.
"Ohhh fuck," she groaned, loudly, squirming under my touch.
Now I knew why, even reluctantly, she still wanted to continue, she was so wet my fingers were soaked almost immediately. It didn't take me long to slide a couple of fingers between her soaking lips and find her hard little clit at the apex. Sliding my fingers either side of it, I moved them back and forwards slowly, bathed in her own secretions, it was like the slickest lubricant ever.
"Ahhh," she groaned, moving her hips in time with my fingers, "it wasn't supposed to go this far," she whispered, "you needed to… carry me… over the threshold…"
"Would you like me to stop? Shall we head to the lodge?" I asked, dipping my fingers deeper into her entrance then back over her clit.
"I belong to you now. You’re in charge. This place is so magical. We go as far as you want to…" she said, hesitatingly.
She was so wet, that on finding her entrance, I slid both fingers up inside her, feeling hardly any resistance.
"Jeff, I would want to be with you… anywhere..." she sighed, her hands bunching into fists. The next moment I felt one of her hands slide between us and grip my hard cock through my loose jogging bottoms. "Ohhh. You're as hard as a rock, and I’m your wife now… I was so wet all the way through the ceremony knowing you had fucked my Mom, my sister and your best man!" She giggled at her own joke, rubbing her hand up and down.
Copying what I had done, she moved her hand up and then pushed it down under my waistband, and gripped the shaft of my warm, hard cock. She moved the skin up and down, gently wanking me, then ran her thumb over the enlarged head picking up my copious precum and rubbing it round and round.
"I love you, my husband" she said, her conscience obviously pricking her again. "I sent them all to you… and you didn’t turn them away. I knew you would need… their distraction… and… knowing… Oh, you have no idea how horny I’ve been all day. I always test you… and you never fail. You married me anyway."
"I did," I said, leaving my fingers buried inside her, but sliding my thumb up and round her clit.
"Ohhhh, you certainly know what to do," she gasped, moving her hand down to feel my balls further down. "Jeff?"
"What?"
"Can... I see it?" She asked, biting her lower lip again. I looked at her eyes to try to determine if she really meant it and could see no hint of pretence.
Removing my hand from under her clothes, I knelt up and slid my jogging bottoms down, my now naked cock rearing up against my stomach, her hand still wrapped around it.
"I never thought we would ever be doing this," she said, "as man and wife. All my dreams… have come true…" she mumbled, lifting her head for a better view, and sliding the foreskin back to reveal the wet, purple, head.
I let her look and feel for a few moments, it was after all a very erotic feeling having your wife's hand touching your most sensitive parts for the first time. She ran her fingers round the head and trailed a nail gently under the ridge, making more precum seep from the opening, which she quickly massaged over the head. Much as I was enjoying it, I wanted to see more of her too. Even though she was holding my cock, I could still see the remnants of her reluctance mirrored in her face. I was beginning to think she might want to wait until we reached the privacy of the lodge, until decisively she let go of my cock, and slipping a hand into her dress each side, started to pull it down over her thighs. She bent her legs that were still either side of me, and lifting her feet up, slid both her dress and knickers off together, down her long legs, and off. She then put her legs back either side of mine where they had been before. I then got the first glimpse of my wife's ginger, trimmed, pubic hair and two swollen lips already partly open, showing a wet, pink, interior.
The next thing I heard was, "Earth to Jeff, can you hear me, come in."
I realised I had been staring at the sexy sight before me for several seconds.
"Sorry," I mumbled, "I never thought... I mean it's just..."
Now that she had bared her warm pussy, I could already smell an aroma drifting into my nostrils. A hint of perfume mixed with the aroma of her arousal, a sort of tangy, ozone, smell you get on the wind at the seaside. Unsurprisingly, it was tantalising, and although I don't know much about pheromones, something was telling me to taste it too. Again, she had cleverly left it to me to decide what to do next, if anything, and she watched me with interest as I moved my head closer to her pussy, probably thinking I wanted to get a closer look.
She definitely jumped when she felt my tongue on her bare pussy, "Fuck, Jeff…"
I wasn't going to talk now that I had my mouth on her puffy lips, and instead went to work, sucking licking and then running my tongue up to her clit and back. That seemed to wipe out any thoughts she was having about what, or why, this was happening, and with a groan, pushed her hips up at my mouth trying to get the hardest contact possible with my tongue and any part of her anatomy there. I continued licking her and rolling her clit around in my mouth, she opened her legs wider and was in her own heaven, moaning and groaning with each new touch. As I sucked on her clit, I pushed two fingers back inside her as far as I could, feeling the different textures of her inner vagina, before starting to move them in and out in time with my sucking. She was really into it now, making little mewing noises and getting wetter by the minute as my tongue and fingers worked on her. She gripped my hair and held my face against her wet pussy. The perfume of her arousal got stronger and stronger.
I knew she couldn't reach my cock with her hands now, even if it had occurred to her in the midst of her passionate writhing, but my own arousal at what we were doing had my cock wanting to be touched. Taking my fingers out of her, I firmly removed her hands from my head and sat up between her legs, my cock sticking up straight only a few inches from her inviting pussy.
"Ahhhhh, no, are you going to tease me until I concede?" She groaned, on feeling my mouth and fingers leave her.
"Not exactly," I replied. Putting my hands on her hips, I pulled her closer until the length of my cock was resting against her.
As she realised what was now touching her pussy, she opened her eyes, "Mmmm… Is that my husband’s cock touching me?"
"Do you want to make love… here?" I said, not directly answering the question.
She put one hand down to feel where my cock was and pressed my cock harder against her, "You’re my husband now… when you make love, who you make love to and when… The decision is yours," she said, and at the same time groaned, sensuously, at the feeling the contact of my hard cock was giving her.
Jessica was continuing to hold my member hard against her, her labia almost wrapped round the length of my cock, the head grazing against her clit. She was moving her hips again now, making my cock slip further up and down, pressed in-between her wet lips. I looked down and could see that the way she was pressing it at the bottom of the stroke, was forcing the head to almost penetrate her, but not quite. I could feel her hand trembling against my cock, wanting to, but not wanting to, as the conflict went round in her brain. It would have been easy to just slide it inside her, but I wanted her to be the one that initiated that ultimate step, but would she? She was biting her lower lip again, but I felt an increase in pressure from her fingers. Not wanting to let the opportunity slip by in case she changed her mind at the last moment, I altered the angle of my hips very slightly, seeing and feeling part of the head enter her, so that my cock was no longer lying between her pussy lips, but was pointing between them, pushing them apart.
"Oh God Jeff, I can feel you there," she exclaimed, "you're almost in me, are you sure we should… our first time… as man and wife?"
"It feels wonderful Jess," I said, rocking my hips so that the head moved in and out between her lips just a small amount.
"But we are almost actually fucking," she said, as if it was a revelation that had only just occurred to her.
We are, I thought to myself, and it is the most amazing feeling that I never thought I would be sharing with my sister. Those erotic thoughts somehow incited me to press forward a little more forcefully, and the entire head of my cock disappeared inside her.
"Kiss me," she said, suddenly, putting her hands onto my arms and pulling to get me to lie down on top of her.I looked down at where we were partially joined, knowing that if I moved down, my cock would almost certainly slide into her. "Kiss your wife," she said, sexily, more or less reading my mind.
That movement of my body down towards her did as I expected, and I felt my cock sliding slowly and deliciously deeper, into her tight, waiting, hot tunnel.
As I reached the point where my lips met hers, she gasped, "Ohhh, fuck, Jeff, mmmm, that does feel good."
At that moment I felt our pubic hair touch, my cock buried fully in my wife's warm pussy.
I kissed her lovingly, and she opened her lips almost immediately to press her tongue into my mouth. Over the next few minutes, lying still, but inside her, I began to make love to my wife for the first time. She certainly led the way; her tongue touching every part of my mouth, sucking on my own tongue, almost like I imagined she would suck a penis. The tongue acrobatics, combined with the feeling of my bare chest pressed against her hard nipples, and my cock snugly inside her, was having such an effect on me that I felt my cock twitching, followed by a reciprocal squeeze of my cock from her vaginal muscles deep inside.
It was so sensual just lying there in Rachel’s Glade, joined as one and husband and wife, but my body was trembling with the urge to move and to actually fuck this sexy woman, and I was unable to resist. Starting slowly, I pulled almost all the way out and then as slowly as the first time, pushed my cock back inside her until I couldn't get any further in. It only took that one thrust for her to join in, matching my repeated thrusts with an uplift of her hips. We kissed as we began to gather momentum, my one hand squeezing and teasing her breast and nipple, hearing her groan through our kissing and loud nasal breathing. As we reached maximum penetration, I could feel my pubic bone mashing against her clit and each time another groan. I was obviously doing the right thing for her.
"You came inside my Mom, didn’t you?" She asked, breathlessly.
"I did," I said, cutting her off with a kiss.
"Oh God, Jeff, never in my wildest dreams did I think we'd be doing this… and on my wedding day," she mumbled, her lips finding mine again.
We were really in synchronism now; as I was thrusting into her, she lifted her hips up to meet me, getting the maximum penetration possible. At times I felt the head of my cock bottom out, such was the depth she wanted me to be in her. I moved my hand back up to stroke and squeeze her breasts and nipples, her moans and sighs gaining in volume as we made love together.
"You came inside my sister?" She urged me to answer her.
"I did," I said, kissing her again.
She went wild beneath me. Just the knowledge that I had cheated on her, before her wedding, sent her into a new level of arousal. Blessed by the silver moonlight that had us in its thrawl centred in Rachel’s glade. My cock ploughed in and out of her, causing whatever made her juices go into overdrive, the squelching noises from down there getting louder.
"Yes, yes, Jeff, nearly there, oh fuck," she shouted, louder than I would have liked, for if she continued at that volume, we wouldn't have to tell the neighbours, they would hear for themselves."Did-did you… did you cum inside… Molly… too?"
"Yes," I guiltily, slowing my pistoning hips.
"Shit no… don’t you dare stop!" Jessica squealed, "I wanted you to… I needed you to… they were part of… the ceremony. They are… important to us!" She panted, her lips pressing against mine desperately.
"All three women… who joined us at the altar…" I began after pulling away from her kiss, "Had my cum dripping out of them while we pledged ourselves to each other."
"Oh shit, Jeff…" she whispered huskily, "You bred all three of them…"
Jessica went wild beneath me. Grabbing her ankles to hold her still; I lifted her legs and tried to remain stationary as I fought to hold onto my load. Her vagina seemed to be hungrily sucking on my penis at the knowledge that my sperm was currently seeking the eggs of three different women, my seed residing in each of them, my DNA looking to fuse with theirs. I took a moment to admire the sight of my swollen purple head against her pink flesh before driving myself back into her with all the strength in my hips. This was the way it was going to be.
"Fuck!" Jessica cried out and this time I had no doubt her reaction was real and not part of the game.
She thrashed and yelped loudly each time I slammed my cock into her and her delicious tits were bouncing as I held her legs up and fucked her like it was the last time I would ever have sex. I loved the way my large hands looked around her ankles, my fingers completely curled around them as I held her legs up.
"Yes!" Jessica cried out. "This is why I sent them… and afterwards I want you to fuck me like the bad girl I am!"
As I fucked Jessica with long hard thrusts, my mind's eye saw her mother… her sister’s… Molly. I saw Jessica’s green eyes widen in surprise and a little pain as I fucked her harder. Her eyes glazed over in lust as pleasure replaced pain and she moaned and squealed at the way my unfaithful cock claimed the woman who was now my wife. Her little tits look so good, bouncing just like Rachel’s and her small perfect feet were curing and stretching on my shoulders.
"Oh you're fucking me so hard, Jeff!" She squealed. "We shouldn't be doing this though here though…" She moaned, her eyes wide and her lip in a pout.
I turned my head and taking her toes in my mouth I sucked on them even as I continued to fuck her. Jessica giggled, then yipped again; the sound made me thrust harder into her. I switched to her other foot, licking her toes, then kissing the soft sole of her foot. Another moment of feeling ridiculous, but I was so infatuated with my wife I even fantasized about her feet. I thrust my hips forward, slamming my cock into my new wife's hairless pink twat and the squeal she released sent a shiver through me. Her eyes went even wider and this time I knew it wasn't for show, but from having my penis, that had recently defiled the three women closest to her in her life, driven inside her.
I slowed my relentless pounding and eased my cock inside her, spreading her tight labia and enjoying sinking every inch slowly into my wife's slippery flesh. I leaned my weight forward, pressing on her wrists and kissed her mouth as I angled my hips over her to be able to penetrate her deeper. I worked my hips as hard and fast as I could at that angle and Jessica rewarded my efforts with a squeal each time I drove himself balls deep into her. I stared down at her, looking her in the eye as I fucked her. Jessica's green eyes were wide, but if she were in any discomfort from me fucking her, it was hidden behind the pure lust I was sure she saw mirrored in my own eyes.
Jessica lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist, drawing me closer to her. I was still fully dressed and regretted still having my shirt on. Jessica played it up even more, struggling to pull her arms from my grip and whimpering in between my savage thrusts. Her face was turning red as her orgasm approached. Most of all her already tight cunt was contracting around my thrusting shaft, causing me to moan each time she did it. That sent another surge of lust through me but even in my excitement to keep fucking her, my eyes feasted on how perfect her little titties were. Jessica's tits were amazing, perky, perfectly rounded and tipped with small nipples the same shade of pink as her pussy. Jessica slipped her legs from around me and putting her heels on my thighs, pushed hard. I grunted in pain as her heels dug into my legs, but even that pain added to the thrill of ravaging my still teenage wife who was lying beneath me squealing and wearing only her heels while crying out for me to keep fucking her.
I released her hands and straightened, grabbing her ankles. Lifting her legs, I let the right one go while I pushed the heel from her left foot, tossing to the ground beside us. I repeated the maneuver with the right and holding her feet in my hands, her soles against my palms, my fingers around her toes, I spread them wide.
"Oh, fuck!" Jessica yelled as I now fucked her in this position, my cock pushing at a downward angle into her and holding her legs as out as far as my arms could reach. She was basically in a split position and I stared down watching my thick cock plunder my wife's smooth pussy.
Jessica cupped her right breast, her fingers teasing her nipple and her other hand went between her legs, rubbing her swollen clit in hard circles. I brought her legs closer together and resting a foot on each of my shoulders, slipped my arms behind them and leaned over.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Jessica howled as I bent her legs so the feet resting on my shoulders were over her head.
I got one knee to help steady myself as I pushed her hand away from her clit, replacing it with my own. Jessica groaned when I pressed my thumb hard into her swollen pink button, then she released a long moan as I worked it in circles.
"Fuck!" Jessica shook her head back and forth, her curly red hair falling across her face. She released a pathetic whining sound that has my balls tightened and caused me to fuck her harder. "Reclaim me… claim me as your woman… claim me as your wife!"
Her words managed to excite me even more and Jessica squealed in pain when I captured her left nipple between my thumbs and forefingers pinched it hard. I squeezed her tit in my hand, leaning my weight on her to keep my balance. Jessica cupped her other breast in her hand and squeezed that nipple between her fingers as I continued to twist the other back and forth. Her legs were shaking and she was wiggling beneath me, trying to work her hips into my cock.
"No!" She surprised me by yelling up at me. "I don't want to cum for you yet… I won't… I..."
Jessica gasped and her back arched, her pussy contracted tightly around my cock and a moment later she threw her head back and released a long loud wail as she came on my cock. Her already tight slit convulsing around my manhood along with the excitement of fucking her and how worked up I had been took its inevitable toll and I groaned as my balls tightened and my cock twitched within her.
Beneath me Jessica was still moaning and writhing from the power of her orgasm, but when I went from the long powerful strokes I had been fucking her with to short quick, and even more violent ones, her eyes, glazed over with lust, found mine.
"Breed me… here… or in the lodge… but breed your wife!" She gasped as her orgasm ravaged her body.
The sight and sound of my wife in the throws of her climax, and the knowledge that it was me taking her there, was having a profound affect on me too. I could feel that it wouldn't be long before I would reach the point of no return.
"Oh, fuck Jeff, I am so close, harder, harder," she said, opening her legs as far as she could and pushing herself against me with all the strength in her athletic legs.
I felt it again, the familiar squirting of her juices… only equaled by her sisters.
"Oh yes, cum in me, that's it, oh fuck I can’t stop cumming now."
She got me as far as she could inside her and then her vagina seemed to grip my cock. Those strong muscles she had in her tummy went taut and then rippled. I could feel the effect deep inside her while her pussy squirted around me, splashing against my thighs and dress trousers. After that first desire to get as much of my cock into her as possible, she relaxed, then pushed back again, multiple times, while I just followed her, watching her cum until I could feel her soften and relax beneath me.
When she slowly calmed down, I could feel how wet she was as my cock seemed to be drowning in a sea of her juices.
"Jeff, you didn’t cum?" she finally said, her body coming to rest, with just a few minor spasms passing every now and then. I lay on her, getting my breath back, my cock still firmly embedded in her.
"No… not quite… I’ve already came three times today!" I said.
She put her arms round me and held me tightly to her, "I have never really said it," she began, "but that amazes me. Thank you, Jeff… you know I love you for all you do for me, don't you?"
"I know," I said, softly, "but I didn't know how much you needed… them," I said, and involuntarily my cock twitched inside her.
"I felt that," she giggled, "I can hardly believe you are still hard inside me."
"Perhaps it's because you’re not only my wife, but you're also a very sexy woman."
She slapped my back with one hand and a new blush crept up her face.
"Stop it," she grinned, "I'm nothing special."
"Oh, you are," I said, planting a soft kiss on her lips and slowly moving in and out of her just once.
"No, we can't go again now," she giggled again, "not here. Take me to bed?"
"Shall we head back to the lodge or back to the party?"
"Shut up and pass me my heels," she said, ignoring my remark but sending me a crooked smile.
"So, I guess I’ll have to carry you home?" I asked, tongue in cheek, as I pulled my cock from her soaking pussy while she manoeuvred her lace panties back up her legs.
She stopped and looked straight at me, "You’re the boss of me. I'll do anything you want," she said with a wink, zipping up her beautiful but now ruffled dress. Without waiting I bent over and easily scooped her up in my arms, cradling her. Though startled at first, she sank into me and, with a deep, contented sigh, put her arms around my neck. She let out an excited scream and carried my wife from the magical glade and towards our lodge.
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With my wife in my arms, we listened to the gentle lapping of the lake waters as I carried her back towards our lodge. In the distance we could hear the base tones as our reception party continued. It was only a short walk and Jessica quietly hummed to herself in my embrace, enjoying the lingering glow of twilight, a brisk breeze blowing her long, fiery hair every which way. She was still wearing her long, flowing white wedding dress, a beautiful white off-the-shoulder gown that hugged her small curves. Her heels hung from her right hand as she held onto my neck with her left.
I started to feel anxious as I carried her along the pathway until we came to a clearing full of light, a strong contrast to the darkness from which we emerged. We had reached the lodge, there was smoke billowing from the chimney and the lights were on inside. It was as if this ancient, rickety but beautiful building had been waiting for us. Someone had got there ahead of us, making it look warm and welcoming. I placed Jessica gently onto the ground and she placed her hands around my shoulders and gave me a soft kiss on my cheek and I instantly became calm. I felt as if all of my hesitation and anxiety had been relieved at once. I took her by the waste, pressed her feminine form to mine, and my adrenaline went through the roof. Her small perfect breasts pressed against my body. We held each-other in a passionate embrace and then suddenly, elegantly, we kissed.
My head was spinning; we were a married couple! I couldn't believe it. I had fantasised about this scenario so many times. I held her firm, she held me tight, and we kissed. Her lips were like soft daisies against mine. I turned her to the side and pressed her to the adjacent wooden support rising from the decking. My hand moved up her arm to her neck so I could caress her smooth, creamy skin. Her tongue danced with mine in short, precise jabs so delicately and smoothly I couldn't possibly be more aroused. It was pure ecstasy every time our tongues met. At that moment she put her leg around me, grinding her pussy onto my pulsing cock. She began breathing heavier and faint sounds of pleasure rose from the most perfect lips. Pressing her against the support, I moved with her; it was perfect harmony mixed with excitement and passion. Her breasts felt juicy and supple under my hand. Nothing would ever be the same after this.
She was breathing so heavily. Our tongues parted and our foreheads rested together as we took a hold of our senses. "So… are you going to be carrying your wife over the threshold." she whispered.
I felt a little discouraged at that moment, she must have seen it on my face, though. "But this isn't our home?”
"It might as well be, husband. This old place is part of us."
I smiled, "It brought us together…"
She grabbed me between the legs by my rock hard member and said to me, "Take me to bed, husband," with a sexy smile and seductive eyes that almost gave me a heart attack.
As we ascended the veranda I pulled her in for another amazing kiss. We were both gasping when we came up for air. I held Jessica's hand in mine, then scooted closer and put my arms around her, holding her as though she were a precious cargo. I pressed light kisses on her cheeks and hair, and even though the walk through the moonlit forest was romantic, with the stars twinkling in a clear sky, and the moon on the rise, I knew I needed to feel Jessica under me, on me, and soon. She let out a startled laugh as I opened the door, scooped the little redhead into my arms, and carried her across the threshold inside. I then set her down on her feet, and with a sly grin slipped the Do Not Disturb sign over the door handle, then shut and locked it.
The log fire in the open-plan living-area was still alight, but only just, so I headed out through the back door for more logs, while Jessica set about preparing us a much-needed coffee. The lodge had been meticulously prepared for us, with a fridge full of food and treats and a bottle of champagne on ice. Candles were burning everywhere and the fire had warmed the air. It was very cozy indeed. I added a few more logs to the fire as Jessica returned with the coffee. The champagne could wait! She sat down next to me in front of the fire. She cuddled into me as she handed me a nice warm cup.
"Thank you," I said in a soft voice as she took the cup from my hand. I noticed that her cleavage was ajar exposing part of her breast. Jessica snuggled into me as she sipped from her cup.
"It's beautiful, don't you think?" She asked with a soothing voice.
"They must have snuck back here and prepared everything," I replied, "I love this place… and I love watching the fire dance."
"It's almost hypnotic," she continued as she placed her finished cup on the table. "Today has been perfect… my own fairytale wedding…" I opened my arm up allowing her to put her head onto my chest, feeling the warmth of her body penetrate me. I kissed her softly on the top of her head and held her close to me. As we sat there I felt her hand circling across my stomach. Her hand brushed across my crotch lightly waking up my cock to her touch. She must have noticed it growing in my pants as she giggled lightly commenting,"oh, what's this then?"
"The fire isn’t the only hot thing in here," I murmured, "I now have my very own flame haired wife to make me burn up with desire."
I turned back towards her, and our bodies locked together in a passionate kiss. Warmth flooded my body, and I could feel my pulse racing.
"Bedroom. Now," she growled in my ear and I shuddered with delight. It was eleven o'clock at night, and somewhere beyond the trees, the reception party was in full swing.
She took me by the hand, pulling me up off the couch as my body lights up, responding to the way she dragged me up the stairs, pausing just before the bedroom door to push me against the wall and capture my mouth with hers. I slid to the back of her neck, and Jessica let out a soft moan, knowing what was coming next. My hand tightened in her perfect red hair and jerked her head back as I licked a long line across her neck. Then my teeth scraped the soft skin of the underside of her jaw, and my young wife became a whimpering mess.
I broke off the kiss with Jessica as she fumbled for the door handle, pushing the bedroom door open. We rushed inside, with me chasing her to the bed, prepared with fresh white linen and a scattering of rose petals. Someone had gone to a lot of effort. She took my hand and dragged me towards the sturdy four post bed, and sat herself down onto the edge of the matress. I got down on my knees before her, eyes running up and down her body, drinking in all of her beauty. She had never been more radiant than now, her slightly flushed face red against her wedding gown.
"You are so beautiful," I said. Jessica's face flushed a bit further as she turned her head slightly away.
Eager to carry on with the consummation of our marriage, I bent forward and lifted a still bare foot, and began kissing her calf. Jessica and Rachel shared the most beautiful feet I had ever laid eyes on. I had always had a thing for feet, but had never at that point had a chance to act out any of my fantasies about them. But seeing Jessica's delightful bare feet got my cock's attention immediately. They were so dainty and tiny, with cute little toes. Lovely and curvy with beautiful high arches. They looked so delightfully smooth that I had to fight the temptation to reach down and stroke them. Instead I had to readjust my sitting position to ensure that my erection was not becoming obvious. I was on a mission and her feet were not my destination. Jessica giggled slightly, and leaned back as I slipped my head beneath her dress, kissing higher and higher. I alternated back and forth, kissing her smooth, milky thighs, each kiss above the previous. My hands ran up and down, from her ankles to her knees, and then above. Her legs parted slightly, and with this increased access, my kisses finally reached the top of her legs. She gasped, and tensed ever so slightly, as I planted a kiss directly on her lace cloth-covered pussy.
Another giggle escaped her as I slid out from beneath the dress. "Did… you find anything that you liked under there?" I replied with a wink, "Oh, I believe that I did, but I think I'm going to have to take a closer look."
I climbed onto the bed behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist. She leaned into her new husband as I began kissing her neck. I kissed down across her shoulders, exposed by the strapless dress. My hand came up to brush away a lock of her ginger hair, and I nibbled ever so gently on her ear. A faint moan escaped her, and she turned to kiss me. I ran my hands across my new bride's stomach, up her sides, teasing close to her breasts, but never touching them. While I continued to kiss her neck and shoulders, my hands came around to start unzipping her silk dress. It was so smooth and tactile. Cold and figure hugging. Perfect. The corseted waist loosened and I slid around beside her, giving her a quick kiss on the lips before standing. Jessica reached out her hands, and I helped her to her feet, clutching the now-loosened dress to her. Biting her lip, she looked uncertain about what to do, next.
"Would it help if I were to dress down a bit?" I asked. With her nod, I began stripping off my tux, discarding it over the back of a nearby chair then returned to her, now in just my dress shirt and trousers. I was in pretty good shape but I was no adonis, my muscles were only faintly visible beneath my skin… except for one. By this point, I was quite hard, and I grinned as Jessica's eyes stopped on the tent forming below my waist.
I helped her lift the heavy gown up over her head, and stepped back, admiring my love. I couldn't help but stare when the most perfect legs appeared beneath the tightest little butt. It was an image I would never forget. Goose pimples, maybe from the temperature in the room, maybe from my eyes, appeared all over her 5' 3" frame. Ribbons of wavy red hair framed her face and throat, just barely kissing the tops of her fist-sized breasts. She was in even better shape than I was, with firm legs, belly and arms, and I couldn't help but notice her almost golden pubic hair, clearly visible through her white lace panties. When Jessica shifted slightly, perhaps to try and cover her underwear-clad body, I stepped in and scooped her up into my arms. She yelped and laughed as I deposited her onto the bed, climbing in next to her. Then we kissed, deep and long. My hands explored her body, touching legs, stomach, face. My fingertips brushed the waist of her panties, the underside of her tiny breasts. Not lying idly, her hands ran across my chest and back. The tips of my fingers ran lower with each pass across her shoulders, dipping into her cleavage.
"Are you okay, Jessica?" I asked.
With a smile that lit up her emerald-green eyes, she replied, "I don't think there's any way I could possibly be better." She sat up and presented her pert teenage breasts to me. Even without the support of the undergarment, they stood out from her chest, the surprisingly long nipples like pink thimbles, as hard as rocks. She watched my eyes focus upon them, her eyes never leaving my face as I admired her small boobs. "So, do you still like them?"
I slid forward, cupping a mound in each hand. "Jess, you have the most perfect set of breasts mankind has ever known." She flushed again, leaning forward to kiss me once more.
I pressed against her, lowering her back to the bed. My kisses traveled lower, across the top of her chest, moving down her cleavage. I kissed across her belly, her collar bone, the underside, sides and tops of her breasts. My tongue and lips circled around her titties, gradually getting closer to the red buds at the center. Her breath caught and her hand came up to my head as my kisses found her nipples, tongue circling first one, then the other. She pulled me back up to her, our lips meeting again and we made out for an seemingly infinite amount of time.
When she fell back on the bed, panting, I looked at my wife’s perfect figure. I could then see the smoothest, silky pair of panties so tightly fitting to her body. That small edging of lace on the leg openings and then I slipped my hands gently on her hips and allowed them to slide across the silky material and around to hold her ass in my hands. Cupping each cheek in my hands and squeezing her butt through those panties, I leaned in and kissed her through her panties. I was just able to grab her pussy with my teeth and she too grabbed the wall and held on.
"Oh… Oh yes… Oh Jeff…" she kept saying as I nibbled on her lips through the material. It was damp and fragrant, she had been anticipating what might happen since sending her bridesmaids to me this morning.
I could smell her sex through the thin material. She smelled so good. I gently slipped my fingers inside her waist band of her panties and started edging them down her hips. As I removed them, the cutest trimmed mound of curly, soft hair revealed itself. I let my fingers play through it as I slipped her panties off her legs and she stepped out of them. I then told her to lift one leg up and as she did I leaned in and licked up between her outer lips. She grabbed my head, fingers locked in my hair and guided me towards her pussy and as we separated, her juices started leaking down her inner legs. She was so horny her nectar had primed her vagina for the inevitable consummation of our marriage. Jessica was so wet she could have taken me inside her, right then and there. But she stopped me and her face took on a serious expression.
"I need to say something to you… something important. Listen. I belong to you now, Jeff. My psychotic big sister wanted this," she said, playing with her gleaming wedding ring. "My Mom tore you away from her… she could never wear your ring but she made her own forever bond with you. Rachel would have taken my place at any time, and did, much to your anguish… Even Molly is standing on the sidelines waiting for me to mess this up. She wants you too, and she will take you from me… if I give her the opportunity. So I vow to you, my beloved, that I will never, ever let you down. I am yours, there will never be another man for me… but if you need any of them… then, as your wife, I give you your freedom to love them and make love to them."
"Don’t say that! We’re married now and I don’t need anyone else–"
"No! We are married! And our marriage is based on honesty! A marriage means a joining of souls and minds! I know you love them… they are part of us. My Mom is now your Mom. My sister is now your sister… aunt or whatever! Molly is your only friend! She was your best man, for fucks sake! If it pleases my husband then I want you to find pleasure with them… because, as your wife, that brings me pleasure too. Never feel guilty! Ever! You could teach the criminal justice system a thing or two about guilt, you have experienced and suffered so much that it almost killed you. On numerous occasions. And that's our fault! It was never yours… You forgave Ellen, despite everything that evil bitch did to you. You forgave both Rachel and me for sharing you, and driving you so insane that Ellen became the better option. We forced you back into her arms and her rapist boyfriend's clutches. They harmed you in despicable ways because of me… and Rachel. And you forgave us. You then set Rachel free… to become the woman she was destined to become, letting her straddle between worlds… making her feel safe and accepted… your love for her never ceasing…" Jessica had tears in her eyes now. "You gave her freedom to choose who to love… so I will follow your example and give you the freedom too. Because… that’s what my husband needs… and I know, when you’ve filled them with the essence of your love and passion… you will come back to me… and I will gladly reclaim my man…" A smile crossed her lips, and her watery eyes sparkled at her honest confession, "It turns me on so much to know you’ve fucked them… and then returned to me."
"I should be stronger… but I’m not," I confessed in return, "I just want to make people happy. But I feel so guilty afterwards…"
"Then come back home to me… confess your sins… and let me forgive you the best way I know how. Forgiving you is the least I could do. You saved my family, you gave us our freedom. Now you’re part of that family and you deserve the same rights you gave us. I love you, Jeff. I will never stop loving you."
I was caught in her gravity. Her green eyes became kaleidoscopes, drawing me into their depths. I brought my face slowly towards hers, she brought hers slowly towards mine… and we kissed. This time we kissed softly. I brushed my lips over hers, kissing the corners briefly. Softly, again and again I teased her mouth with my until she whimpered. Her breath was warm and mingled with mine as I exhaled onto her lips. I held her face in my hands as I kissed her mouth, this time with more force and passion. She clung to my shoulders and swayed, leaning her body into mine. Her little, lithe body felt incredible under my hands as she in turn groped my upper body, clinging tightly as we kissed.
If Jessica wanted and needed me to be intimate with someone else… then perhaps she was right. We were married; wasn't I obligated to provide for her her every wish… her every need… as her husband? I reasoned that the opportunities for Sophie and I to be amorous would slowly diminish. Also, if the twins wanted, they could easily swap me between themselves and I would be none-the-wiser. Wouldn't this keep things… honest and in the open? Molly and I had sex this morning but even that had a hint of finality about it. Perhaps the right thing to do here was the wrong thing… and concede to my wife's wish. Remaining composed, I began to slowly slide my tongue into Jessica's mouth, rubbing her tongue and teeth. I swirled my tongue deep in her mouth, plunging deeply, with growing fervour. As my passion grew, I moved one hand into her hair, holding the back of her head steady under the onslaught of my mouth. With my other hand I caressed downward, touching her neck, touching the tops of her breasts. Her small but ample cleavage seemed to swell as my cock swelled and ached within my pants.
I sat back again and took in the sight of my wife in just her panties. Her lingerie looked expensive, white lace and see through. I lowered my head and breathed a warm breath over the fabric. Looking down at me, she ran her fingers in my hair and tugged my head closer. I opened my mouth and licked the lace. She groaned as my hands ran up and down her back, settling on her ass and squeezing. Her panties were tight, and they made her ass high and round. She reached her arms out, grabbing hold of the hem of my shirt and pulled it up over my head. I momentarily lifted my mouth from her panties to allow her to remove my shirt. My trousers remained on but I unbuttoned them. Kneeling in front of her I reached my hands up her legs and again squeezed her ass. I raised myself up on my knees and kissed her body from between her breasts back down to the top of the lace hem of her lingerie, nuzzling as I exposed more of her fevered skin. Then, still kneeling, I pressed my face between her thighs, lapping at her through her lace panties.
Feeling my tongue flicking her skin softly, she gasped and reached for my head again. Running her fingers into my hair, she moved her hips as I licked her. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, urging her to rub herself against me. She held my face still and moved herself against my outstretched tongue. I grabbed her ass and pulled her closer. I loved the taste of her.
"I need to be naked, beloved." My wife whispered, "And so do you."
I reached up and pulled down her panties slowly, kissing her skin as I moved the lace lower and lower. I kissed her inner thigh all the way down to her knee, calf and ankle and up the inside of the other leg until I returned to her pussy. With two fingers I softly touched her, feeling how wet and ready she was for me. I wanted to bury myself into her wet heat. Taking my time I pushed one finger inside her, swirling it in and out as she gyrated her hips against me. Using my thumb I rubbed her clit softly… driving her crazy. I needed to make her feel this good, this wanted. She dropped to her knees and kissed me, tasting herself on my lips. I kept my fingers busy between her thighs, continuously dipping in and out of her wet pussy, alternating between light feathery touches and rubbing hard over her clit.
"I need to be inside you…" I whispered.
Her eyes seemed to mist over, and I thought she was going to cry, but instead she reached up and grabbed the back of my head again, pulling my chin up, exposing my neck. Jessica trailed kisses up those tender spots all the way up my neck and shoulder to my ear where she whispered, sending shudders of arousal straight to my testicles. "Is it time?"
I copied her gesture, grabbing her hair, kissing her shoulders and neck, and then I licked her earlobe. "I need to become a part of you."
She sighed happily and pressed her body into mine. I found my lips meeting hers again as her hands fell away from my hair. I caught myself staring at her tiny titties again as she leaned away from me to note my expression. They were beautiful; the perfect size between an A and a B cup, and her perky breasts seemed to swell before my eyes. Jessica sat for a second before she slid off my lap and sat back on the edge of the bed with her heels on the floor. She didn't say a word, but reached for my pants button. I grabbed to help her, but she slapped my hands away and gave me a look that clearly said "Let me do it." Within seconds she had me unbuttoned and unzipped and I raised myself a bit to let her pull my trousers down my legs and peeled them from my feet. Jessica stopped for a second herself to stare at what the opening in my boxers was showing her. She grabbed at my waistline and pulled them down, letting my cock finally spring free. She held it for a moment, sliding her hand up and down softly, barely touching it before caressing the head with her thumb, wetting it with pre-cum and sliding it around the mushroom tip. I sighed softly and let my head fall back. I felt, without seeing her stroke me a few more times, her gripping growing tighter before I felt enveloped. I looked down to see her mouth enclosed halfway down my penis, sucking as she brought her head back. I almost gasped, but held my breath as she started sucking me harder, bobbing her head. I jerked a bit when she touched my balls, squeezing and caressing them gently with her hand, but relaxed (as much as I could) after a few moments and let her do what she wanted.
Jessica reached out, rubbing her hands over the elasticated waistband of my boxers now residing just above my knees. Then she pulled them down free of my feet, tossing them onto the floor with my dress pants. I groaned as her hands found my member. I felt harder than ever as she placed her hand fully around my aching dick, feeling the soft velvety skin in her delicate fingers. She wrapped both of her small fists around my cock, twisting in both directions, using a tight grip. I cursed under my breath and arched my back giving myself to my wife but instead she pulled herself away and stood naked in front of me. It is difficult to find the words to describe her beautiful body. Superlatives like flawless and awesome seem to fall short. Her pear-shaped tits were small but perfect, with swollen nipples pointing toward the ceiling. The seductress arched her back to make the fruity orbs more prominent. My eyes were drawn to her sweet pussy, the jewel of her body. Only a thin triangle of silky hair sat above her slit. She found some excuse to turn so I could see the perfection of her ass. My cock, now completely out of my control, bobbed a salute to her peachy globes.
Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion as she pushed me back and mounted me sixty-nine style. I watched in awe as her dainty pussy descended on my mouth. The tip of her clit had emerged from the hood and glistened like a tiny, pink pearl. She began grinding the soft flesh down against my lips and I stuffed my tongue up into my wife's fuck-hole and swirled it in circles. I traced wet circles around her prominent button and then slashed my tongue down her slot all the way to her wrinkled anus. I made numerous round trips between her ass-hole and her cum-trigger by various routes, left side, right side, and creamy center while Jessica began humping my mouth so vigorously that she flossed my teeth with her pubic-hairs. The petite redhead gave a little shiver then her juices spilled down my flushed cheeks. I gave her lovely tits a squeeze that triggered another quivering orgasm.
Jessica took my drooling cock from her mouth and began licking it like a popsicle. Delightful obscenities streamed from her mouth in between licks. "Oh, Jeff, I love your beautiful cock. It tastes so good. Give me some more of your cream. I want to eat the same stuff that made my little brother. Make your cock shoot in my mouth, Jeff. You can try to hold it back, but I will get it sooner or later." She finished the lewd outburst, took my cock back into her mouth, and sucked like a whore trying for a big tip. Where had she learned to suck a cock so skillfully? I struggled to hold back, but I was losing the battle.
Jessica humped my mouth frantically as she succumbed to one orgasm after another. I triggered a strong one by pulling on her nipples. Her moans rippled through my cock. All of my senses were overwhelmed. She retched as I shot my load against her tonsils. We both went into such violent orgasmic convulsions that I don't know how we stayed connected. The orgasmic storm gradually passed and she lay heavily on top of me, her chest heaving against my belly.
She turned around and snuggled against my hairy chest. "Wow, Jeff, wherever did you learn to eat pussy like that? You nearly sucked me inside out… and I just love your cream. Fuck, there is always so much of it. How isn’t it that I haven’t fallen pregnant yet?"
Of course, I knew the answer to that question… and it would haunt me for the next seven years. My cock, still glistening with her spit, was stretched out on my belly like a snake sunning itself on a rock. She ran her fingertips down the underside to my balls, traced a figure-eight around them and then made her way back up to the head. She repeated the technique until my cock began to rise. "It works every time," she said with a giggle. My prick was soon hard enough for her to stroke with her fist.
"Jessica, I’m pretty spent!" I gasped. "Maybe we could wait until morning?"
"Jeff, if you won't fuck me, I'll fuck you!" She suddenly mounted me and impaled herself on my cock. She grinned down at me as she lowered herself until the twin globes of her ass were against my thighs. "How does it feel to have your cock in my tight pussy again, husband? Now aren't you glad that I took the initiative."
Her vagina became slicker as she gently rose herself up and down on me and giggled as she clamped down on my cock. "I bet Mom couldn't do that, could she?" She was right. Neither her mother nor any other woman I had fucked had had that ability. Each time she lifted her sweet ass off of me, she tightened that wonderful vagina. The tightness was like a hand job, the wetness like a blow job. It was everything combined into one act. The pretty little redhead bent forward and swung her little tits back and forth against my face. "Mmmmm… I can tell by the way you are staring at my tits that you're just dying to nurse on them." I grabbed a tit and began sucking. The nipple was swollen like a tiny cock. I filled my mouth with it, the areola, and as much of the surrounding tit-flesh as would fit. "Fuck, oh fuck! I love how much attention you give to my little tits. Oh fuuuuuck!"
After twenty minutes of her riding me, I still hadn’t cum. I’d shot four loads since I had woken up on the morning of my wedding. Sensing this Jessica rolled off onto her back and spread her legs wide. I slid myself between them, propping myself up on my arms. I hooked her legs in the crooks of my arms to hold them back and gently probed between her swollen labia, teasing her slippery pink flesh with my glans until my sensitive cockhead found the target. She sucked in her breath as I sank most of my shaft into her. I then used the angle of penetration to stroke and massaged Jessica’s g-spot until she was streaming with arousal. I knew this wasn’t going to make her cum, but she was getting close and I could feel my overworked balls begin to tingle with freshly made sperm. Soon she was whimpering and bucking her hips against me, and ready to give her more, I slowly withdrew. I gently stroked my glans against her rock-hard clitoris just twice, then moved until I was over her and pushed my penis slowly back into her gaping vagina. When I was buried deep in her belly, I held myself there for a while. I could feel my wife’s pussy twitching involuntarily around my cock. My head and my body were filled with an overwhelming sense of relief and I wanted to stay there, buried inside her, forever.
I kissed Jessica’s mouth and she moaned as I started moving again, slowly, filling her and stroking her with my cock. I had took her so close to the edge before I started fucking her. I knew that my slow, gentle rhythm was going to make me cum before me… and soon. I didn’t want her to. I wanted to prolong this then I wanted to feel my cock pulsing as I came inside her. Jessica tried to push me away, panting. “Wait… I’m close”.
I pushed her hand away from my hip and said “Good”. Then I started pumping her faster and suddenly she no longer had the will to try and make me wait. She came beautifully around my cock, holding onto me tight, burying her face in my neck, bucking against me. I held myself deep inside her, not moving, until I felt the last of her aftershocks squeezing my cock. I didn’t move for a while, letting her catch her breath. Then I started kissing her with gentle, shallow, teasing mouth-kisses that intensified our sense of belonging. I wanted to fuck her again but at the same time I wanted to give her a while longer to recover from her orgasm.
Very gently, very slowly, I started moving inside her again. Short, slow, almost comforting strokes. Her clitoris was still hyper-sensitive from the orgasm, and I could see the feeling of my body touching it as I slowly fucked her was a combination of extreme arousal and almost-pain. Soon, she was moving against me, responding to my slow, easy rhythm. I lifted one of her legs and put her ankle against my shoulder so that she was lying under me, her hips skewed sideways. I started moving inside her again. It felt like I was fucking her sideways and the feeling was incredible. Total penetration, pushing against the side of her vagina, deep inside. Taking her close to the edge again. I knew she wanted me to cum inside her but she knew by now I was in control of who was going to cum and when. Jessica started moving her hips against her harder… wanting to cum on my cock that was fucking her deep and hard. It didn’t take long. My nineteen-year-old wife huffed and puffed as I relentlessly fucked her. I was determined to screw her better than any of the other women in my life. Her sharp fingernails raked across my ass, not hard enough to draw blood but certainly hard enough to get my attention. I smoothly propped her legs back on my shoulders and pinned her wrists to the bed. She bit her lip and tried not to make a noise as the intense orgasm ripped through her. I let her lower her shaking leg from my shoulder onto the bed… But I didn’t stop fucking her. Hard and deep as she wailed through the biggest orgasm of her young life.
Several minutes later I relaxed back into the mattress and when I did, Jessica's body came with me. I felt her hand slide up and over my abs, across my chest where her fingers came to rest near my collarbones. This was not entirely unusual; she'd always been a touchy-feely girl and her hands had a way of finding my muscles. It was harmless and cute and even flattering, and I loved her for it.
"Jeff… you didn’t cum inside me?"
"No… I didn’t, Jessica." I already knew what was coming and held us together. Our hot bodies mated. Mated for life.
"Can we try and make a baby tonight?"
"You know, you're getting close to the next phase of your life, Jessica. You’ll be twenty next week. You have your career and your future about to explode in front of you and you deserve it! Don’t stress about it… a baby will come… our children will grow up in our own home… when the time is right. There’s no need to rush or put high expectations upon yourself." This wasn't our first go at this conversation. "We will always try… but don’t worry… it will happen when we are both ready."
"I'm ready now," she said, without turning her gaze to meet mine.
I kissed her forehead, which caused her, as if she'd been waiting for the opportunity, to move her hand over the muscles in my shoulder. She squeezed my chiseled flesh, thickening my dick even more and jumpstarting my body's pulse. She moved her body up and onto mine, her legs spreading, straddling me, her breasts squished and rested against my pecs, her flat tummy lay over my abs. She extended her arms over her head, reaching her hands beneath the pillows, stretching her body. Her face nuzzled into my neck. I wrapped my arms around her as my cock beat, now, between both our legs. The hot teenager put her naked body's weight back on me and I felt her smooth bare skin on mine; her titties bulged against me, heaved, even her thighs opened and the warmth of her smooth, mound radiated and massaged my penis like her little vagina was covered in hot oil. I massaged the length of her back, using mild pressure, feeling her silky skin, and her delicate spine, and when I meandered a bit, dropping my motion down her ribs, I found a prominent side-boob. My fingers and knuckles ran across it, delicately caressing the beautifully protruding bulk of the bulging tit before moving along, then returning once more upon the realisation that she didn't mind my invasive touch.
"Jeff?" Her voice came soft.
"Yes, Cherry Pie?"
Hesitation. This time I had no idea what was coming.
"Don’t you want to cum inside me?"
I pulled back and examined her face. "Okay." I stopped massaging her and pulled myself to a seated position, taking her along for the ride, the extra grinding against her that resulted from this nearly causing me to erupt between her slit. "I do. But… we’ve only just got married. I don’t want to lose who we are… and now we are married… who we are about to become. I always lose in the end… I lost Ellen… your Mom… Rachel… I have you! I don’t want to ever lose you."
"You won’t ever lose me!"
"I’m worried… that I might." Thoughts of Sophie and Molly’s seven year plan came to mind. Thoughts of straying… committing adultery with Rachel… with everyone… for years to come. But… that’s exactly what Jessica wanted…
I saw her mother in her pouty expression, that gorgeous look I'd seen a thousand times before, but never before from this daughter... the look that had been flashed at me every time my Sophie and Ellen became needy, greedy... even horny. I'd seen it when I'd care for them and I'd seen it when I'd fuck them, right as the blonde mother and daughter were about to cum. It was a look that simply said, “Please... I need you… and you must do this one thing for me.” I held my wife's face in my hands and leaned close. "You're beautiful and perfect and... sexy, and… we need to sleep… and we’ll try in the morning." But my body told her something different; my cock grew beneath her, poking, bulging at her delicate mound, calling my bluff and showing her what I wanted... what I truly needed.
I felt a fiery dripping heat on my crotch, then, as Jessica repositioned a bit, a brush of cold when the air got to it; I grabbed at her thighs and slid her body back to find she had drooled her juices all over my penis. Her pretty little pussy glistened lightly in the glow of the soft bedside lamp. "See Jeff. I'm so ready and I know you are too. I ovulated this morning. It’s perfect timing! I’m fertile but I know what you mean… There is so much more to us than sex… but tonight… tonight is for making babies."
Jessica pushed her face against my own, my hands held her at her naked waist as she moved back onto my lap, her warmth and weight putting a burning sensation against me. "I'm already your girl, Jeff." She pressed her full lips against mine and we kissed. Her wet tongue parted our mouths and ran over mine. I sucked her further into my mouth as I licked her taste buds. When she pulled away, I was left with her creamy gloss. "I'll do anything you want if you make me into your woman," she whispered, her fingers now dipping to fondle my cock.
Temptation had a way of taking charge of me; and with this beautiful angel applying all the right pressure, there was no way to resist, and to be honest, I didn't want to. I pulled out my throbbing dick without a second thought of any consequence or regard for my shattered values and naive innocence. A primal urge had overtaken me, something that felt like a connection between us, the cautious husband in me now gone. Despite the shadows in the low light, I focused on her slit, running up the length of me, only an inch from pure contact with my foreskin. When her palm brushed my tip and I felt her grip it, my cock thickened, bulged, nearly beyond what I could take, expanding me to my limit of a solid eight inches. As the pressure built, a glorious ache set in and I moaned, my animal brain now doing all the thinking, the reacting. My eager gorilla hands gripped her rib cage on either side of her and I kissed at her neck, her chest, between those young pert tits that gravity held so proudly. Her loving mouth brought me back to her and we kissed again.
Jessica pulled back, separating our lips loudly, then leaned forward, arching her upper body toward my navel until her lips and tongue sucked at my dickhead. I held her flawless lightly freckled shoulders as she worked on me, moving her mouth like it was a fucking vibrator, somehow, working her tongue and teeth against each other as she sucked, causing friction that made me ache to cum, to see her gulp, gag and swallow everything I could give, or make a big mess trying. I watched my Cherry Pie bob on my rod and listened to her slurp at the skin and the bulk of the shaft. She deep-throated, sinking her face onto me like she wanted my cock down her esophagus. Her lower lip kissed at my balls, and her throat kneaded my dickhead, bumping it over and over as she pumped her face up and down. When she came up for a big breath of air, leaving my cock dripping with her spit, I kissed her lips as if she was the only girl I ever loved or ever could love, letting her truly know she was all mine, then I slowly pushed her backward onto the sheets, laying her down to admire her entire naked body.
"I'm going to eat your married pussy, Jessica Winter," I said aggressively.
I climbed on top of her as her legs instinctively spread for me. I tasted her hot slit, using my tongue to reach every bit of her juicy peach, feasting on the pheromones I knew would rob me of my mind and turn me into her breeding bull. Her delicate folds of satin skin opened, almost sucking around my tongue. I licked her from her asshole to her taint, her pubes to her sensitive clit, all the while sucking at her sweet, soft, and thick inner and outer labia. I listened to my Cherry Pie breathe heavily, heard her beg for more and when I nearly swallowed her entire mound, her dripping shaved vulva, and she moaned at full volume. I worked with Jessica's movement, matching her pace as she shifted her pelvis, humping, fucking my mouth. When my petite nineteen-year-old wife forced herself up and onto my face, I rolled onto my back. I let her take charge. I took her weight onto my mouth as I held her open thighs above me and I ate her pussy while she fucked, bouncing and grinding against my lips, teeth, and tongue. When my tongue darted back and forth from her clit to her labia, repeatedly massaging her two golden spots, she orgasmed, the hardest, cutest orgasm I'd ever witnessed: her body arched and shuttered with it while she convulsed, nearly screaming through the pleasure, her muscles stretching her tight physique as her boobs bounced with the jolts of her body.
When she collapsed to the bed, I climbed on top of her, my knees spreading her thighs, my dick slapping and resting against her cherry mound. As she breathed heavily, heaving her chest up and down, in and out, I sucked on the youngest twin’s left tit, then her right tit, my aggression making them jiggle, working my lips and tongue over her hard nipples like I wanted my young wife's milk. My fingers reached between her legs to spread her wet flesh; I needed my penis back inside... wrapped in her soft, intimate, teen tissue. My fingers moved one by one, across her swollen clit, making her jump and moan, her sharp breaths showing me how easily her body could be manipulated, how easily I could make her melt.
"Yes, Jeff," she whispered.
My heavy dickhead poked at her vaginal entrance; the thought of our impending copulation had me trembling with anticipation, but there were no second thoughts, no turning back. I felt her pussy's anxious grip on my head tighten as I prodded her young pink flesh. She winced and moaned at my girth as I tried for what I wanted. She was nervously contracting, all while depositing her sticky dripping juice over my tip. Jessica relaxed her body and took in a breath, her muscles let go, her wet labia slipping over my head like rose petals. Her married pussy no longer resisted, opening and then stretched around my penis, caught in its motion, pulsing back and forth. She held me inside her, cradling me, enveloping the dense giant plug that now held her closed, keeping in both our fluids as my cock yearned and leaked. Her little pussy devoured my shlong as I drove it deep, my tip pumping against her cervix, that delightful inner mound putting a striking pressure on my tip as I, most assuredly, smeared it with dripping pre-cum, fucking my wife with desperate, primal aggression.
I made her move, made her bounce, made her hot, swollen pussy lips slap against me as I drilled Jessica's pussy like I wanted her blood. I made her pant, made her cry out, and did my damndest to put an ache between her legs that she would feel for days. I towered over my wife while I pounded her, my muscles flexed and she beamed her magawatt smile as I held my body above her. My hips fell into her, rushing my cock into a warm, soft, cherry cunt. Her pretty gaze locked on mine and I was lost in her. Her kitty clenched around my tool as I drove it further, harder, fucking her as if I had something to prove, fucking her the same way I'd fucked her mother, hell, this is how her brother was conceived: classic satisfying missionary, the way you fuck someone you truly love. I licked her shoulders, tasted her collarbones, sucking her young sweet titties, her nipples... all while my shaft banged her pussy as if she could take it. When I glanced down, I found her foaming pussy juice all over my dick. I fucked my new wife harder, faster, deeper, watching her head, shoulders, and tits rise and fall with my massive thrusts and heavy hits. I pinched and squeezed her nipples, wanting, so badly, to see sharp streams of milk shoot from them, its warmth covering my lips, my tongue, my face.
When I shifted, closing her legs while spreading my own, my cock exploded with jizz, filling her pussy with my creamy cum. I spurted four, five, six times, and more, pumping so hard from my tip that each spurt stung with a painful pleasure, leaving me with nothing but euphoric bursts as my sperm rich semen filled her pussy, drenching my cock. Her swollen slick sheath sucking at and grinding against my fat cum-covered penis, a penis that never stopped its motion.
I kissed her mouth again and again as my body sank on top of her, pushing her further into the sheets. The spearmint taste still held on her tongue, her gloss still on my lips, in my mouth; I told her she was perfect and how much I loved her. As I pulled out, I watched my massive pearlescent load slip from her vagina and soak into the bed's fabric. She was beautiful... beautifully fucked, with messy flame coloured hair and faded makeup.
We both panted into each other's mouths, coming down from our orgasmic highs as I held her petite, quivering body to mine. Both of us were shining in sweat and fluids. After a few minutes my wife's big, dilated emerald green eyes looked down at my cock, noticing how hard I remained. "Do you need more, Jeff?" she asked.
I nodded, and she smiled a satisfied smile. She rose from the bed onto her hands and knees. My hands gripped at her asscheeks, pulling them, pushing them, squeezing and even smacking them, watching them shake. I'd wanted this peachy tight ass all night long, needed it against me. My cock went easily into her pussy and I fucked her doggy-style while I admired her smooth naked back and shoulders... her pretty ginger hair and her hourglass figure.
I reached around her and held her tight tummy, thumping away at her overworked sex. She moaned for me as I worked at her pussy, plowing my balls into her plump labia with every thrust of my shaft. Deeper, deeper... back to her cervix. Her pussy lips were just shy of touching my skin and my eyes rolled back into my head, the pleasure of Jessica's incredibly tight and wet pussy gripping me like a glove. I trembled, somehow barely holding back the orgasm that threatened to tear me apart.
"Just let go, Jeff…" I heard Jessica pant… somewhere distant. She began to push herself back onto me, moaning loudly as my cock filled her again with its fullness.
We began to pick up the pace, moving as one, each time feeling my cock head kiss her cervix. She began to push it into double time, her own grip on self control slowly loosening as her animal instincts to fuck and breed took over. I opened my mouth wide to scream from the pleasure and felt my cock begin to swell inside as my testicles tightened. Jessica raised herself fully up as I mated with her. My plum coloured head repeatedly nuzzled against her open cervix, giving me direct access to her womb, her pussy lips finally coming to rest at the base of my cock. As my cock began to swell, her cervix tightened around it, creating a natural seal that would prevent anything from leaking out. I held onto her waist tightly and let out another scream as I felt fresh sperm begin its journey through me…
…And into her. My balls pulled tight against me, their massive weight momentarily forgotten as my body pushed itself to the point of ejaculation. The first shot rocketed out of my dick, spraying the insides of Jessica's womb with cum, filling her. Almost immediately after the first shot came the second, and on and on it went, the cum never ending. My massive babymaker pulsed as shot after shot pushed through my cock and into Jessica's womb.
A part of me retained consciousness only in a vague sense; I felt I could see and hear what was happening but only as a third party. My balls would not stop unloading my seed, and what felt like hours passed as I continued to cum. I felt a small warmth above my naval grow into a comfortable flame, and a small part of my subconscious knew my lust crest was growing. The vast majority of my consciousness, however, was dominated by this massive orgasm and I pressed forward, collapsing us both and felt it again, that inner mound leading to her fertile womb, right on my tip, and I volleyed a final rope of spunk all over it, soaking Jessica's insides once more, hoping to God that my sperm would swim straight for her fallopian tubes to fertilize her egg, soon giving me her tit milk I seemed to so badly craved.
Finally, blessed, I began to come down from the mind blowing orgasm. My cock gave one last lurch, one last jet of cum into Jessica's womb, which was so full it was causing her trim stomach to bulge slightly, and then felt myself relax inside her. Jessica was panting beneath me as my soaking cock slipped from that young nineteen-year-old pussy and I rolled onto the bedsheets beside her. Jessica's curves and her raised ass slowly sank to the bed as well; her legs remained closed, keeping my swimmers safely inside her warm belly, almost as if she knew that's what I wanted.
I was crying out now, the intensity of me fucking her like that prolonged my orgasm until we were both satisfied and spent. Like her mother before her, she instinctively gathered me into her arms and we held each other. As our bodies intertwined, the aftermath of our orgasms colliding together like crashing stars, bright and fiery, mixing our juices to keep a mess off the bed, we found a kind of love that could only exist between a husband and his wife. I stayed inside her embrace for a long time. I didn’t want her to let me go. I had a slight ache in my testicles from my ball draining orgasm and the deep penetration. An ache I knew from experience would still be there the next day. An ache that would prolong that feeling of having been well and deeply fucked. An ache that would keep a gentle smile on my lips through tomorrow, facing the new day as a married couple. As we drifted off to sleep, I was full of warmth and love. I held the woman, now snoring gently, who, amazingly, consistently, made me feel like I was truly blessed. Jessica always made me feel lucky, every time.
The moon outside remained full and beautiful, its life and charm carrying on throughout the night; but as I stared out at its shimmering magic and I knew, it wouldn't be half as gorgeous if I wasn't with her.
