Nudes 10

I was reaching down with my hand too, digging through my dress, getting beneath it to find my panties, the lacy white thong I’d bought just for this. I was pushing it down, sucking Trent’s tongue with abandon and lifting my hips. We were confused and urgent, fumbling as if this were the first time in our lives. I felt my nipples swollen and burning, and the fire in my sex was a living thing. I was being consumed with my desire and I pulled my panty aside even as I felt the swollen head of Trent’s cock searching for the entrance to my womb.

“I love you,” Trent breathed into my mouth and his stiff manhood found me wet and willing. He split the greasy lips of my sex with a wonderfully hard, swift thrust that stole the air from my lungs. I was tight and unprepared, my body forgetting what it was like to be taken with the desperate passion of a man in love.

“Ahhh!” I arched my back against his penetration, feeling the walls of my vagina forced open for the first time since he’d left me.

Wren surrendered as she undid his belt and trousers, slipping her hands inside the man’s boxers to find his semi-hard cock. She undressed him completely, pausing only long enough to tease Wren’s erection with her lips and tongue, kissing the smooth glans and licking along the shaft so that his penis jerked and bobbed up and down of its own accord.

Then it was her turn and Wren unwrapped the woman like a gift that he’d waited for his entire life. His hands shook with nervous energy and Wren’s eyes constantly sought reassurance from Stacy’s patient gaze. Whatever part of her wasn’t beautiful or perfect was rendered so by Wren’s desire, and perhaps by her own countenance as well. He could find no flaw as he released the woman’s breasts from their lace captivity. Stacy’s nipples were long and hard and lifted toward heaven and she laughed lightly as Wren kissed them gently, one and then the other.

Holding his breath all the while  he saw her lovely vulva covered with a thin gauze of pubic hair.

My girlfriend was cumming, I suddenly realized. They all were. Nearly two dozen college coeds exploding with orgasms all around me.

The air was ripe with their smell, rich and musky, tangy as the heavy air settled on my tongue. They were getting off on this Larry King looking carpetbagger just because he had a silver tongue and huge dick? This was insane! I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own two eyes. If I hadn’t been standing next to my girlfriend when her own unmistakable climax brought a burst of unhappy pain to my own modest cock and tender balls.

“Owww! Fuck!” I went weak in the knees as Carrie’s fist squeezed my genitals hard! I’m sure she wasn’t aware of it. The girl could barely stay on her feet.

“Worthless little dick…” Carrie breathed and let me go with a vague look that seemed two parts accusation and one part reluctant apology.

She began moving her hips while she spoke, massaging my scalp with her long red nails and stroking my cheek with her thumb. Her cock slid between my lips easily now and I found myself moaning softly, feeling only a desire to make Becky feel good. She was still so beautiful, so perfect in every other way. My bruised ego was small now, shrinking beneath her shining blue eyes and bedroom voice, low and breathless, urging me to fuck her cock with my hungry mouth.

“Suck it, Mark…Mmmm…Such a soft tongue. You’re a natural cocksucker, you know that?” she asked me and I swallowed more of her juices and tickled her pisshole with the tip of my tongue. “I bet you’ve done this before, haven’t you? I bet you sucked all the boys, didn’t you, slut?”

“Nmmmph!” I shook my head with denial, staring up at the woman as she laughed at me. Becky’s cock was stretching my lips and her low hanging balls swung lewdly between those immaculate and undeniably female thighs. It was obscene and ludicrous and I felt hypnotized.

We kissed for several long minutes, making out like frantic teenagers. My cock throbbed in my trousers, aching as I held her ass through the many layers of satin and lace. Her perfect form was unmistakable.

Becky’s ass was round and firm, neither too large nor small, but perfectly suited to be held in my strong hands. I’m a serious ass man and I’d admired Becky’s before, but only from a distance and through the modesty of her conservative wardrobe. Now I was holding her, pawing at her wedding gown and digging through the seemingly endless material in the hopes of feeling her bare skin beneath my fingers.

Becky had other ideas however, and after our long kiss the woman was sliding gracefully to her knees on the bathroom floor. Her hands ran across my chest, stroking my flushed body through my tuxedo and that outfit had become almost unbearable by then. I was taking off the jacket, quickly and carelessly while I watched the blonde bride-to-be get on her knees for my swollen cock.