WEDDING NIGHT SEX BLISS (Five Bride Sex Erotica Stories) (4 page)

He lifted my wedding dress up over my waist as I did and I felt his fingers inside me, pushing in and out, over and over. He moved my thong out of the way, lifted me up and put me on top of him. I felt his cock push into my pussy and I moved on top of him that way, showering his face with kisses.  I held onto his neck as his hands roamed over my body and his cock pushed up into my pussy harder and faster. He held me tightly as he fucked me and when I came, I gripped his shoulders hard crying out, “Oh G
od, yes! Yes, fuck me! Fuck me B
aby!” He pushed up hard two or three more times before I felt him emptying himself inside of me.

I rolled off him, collapsing onto the seat while he fixed up some drinks from the limo’s bar. He smiled, handed me my drink, and said, “You know what honey? I love your mouth and I love your pussy and I can’t wait to share it.” I opened my eyes wide.

“Share?”
I was confused.

“Oh yeah” he said, “I wan
t to see you filled with cock, B
aby. I want to see a dick in your mouth, a dick in your pussy and a dick in your ass.” He’d never said anything like that to me before. I thought he was joking so I playfully punched him on the shoulder. When I did, he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me back down to his cock, pushing himself into my mouth. I smiled as I sucked on him, reaching my hands up to rub his balls.

But as he pushed his cock in and out of my m
outh he said, “I’m not joking, B
aby. I’ve already arranged for men to meet us at the hotel suite. I’m going to see you filled with cock. I’m going to watch
my
cock pushing in and out of you while two other cocks are working on you. I want to see all three of your holes filled at once.”

I was sure he was joking but it was turning me on immensely, so after he said it, I climbed back on top him, got his cock back in my pussy and fucked him again until we both came hard. I collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily. He didn’t say anything more about sharing me and I was convinced he was joking and didn’t really pay it anymore mind at all.

When we got to the hotel room, I immediately jumped into the shower and washed away the travel. I was happy and humming as I stepped out and wrapped myself in a towel, only to be stopped in shock. My husband was there and two strange men I’d never seen before. All three of them were completely naked. All three had hard, thick cocks at the ready and were
stroking them, star
ing at me.

“Oh my God, you weren’t joking,” I said, stunned. And that’s when the first strange man reached out at me, pulled the towel off so that I stood naked in front of them and then pushed me to my knees. I was still in shock when his cock pushed against my lips and he held me until I opened up.  He forced himself inside. I gagged around his cock as he pushed in harder and harder until he was in my throat, his balls at my chin. I could feel tears streaming down my cheeks from the exertion but nobody paid them any mind. I felt other hands on me, squeezing me, rubbing my breasts, and pinching my nipples hard. I was
eventually pushed away and I kn
elt there on the floor, gasping, eyes wide in shock. I looked up at my husband who was smiling and looking back down at me. He said, “Oh, this is going to be great.”

Then, the two strangers lifted me up and brought me over to the hotel bed. Almost immediately, there was a cock in my pussy. I knew it wasn’t my husband because he was standing at the side, watching. One of the men had lifted my leg up into the air and pushed into me. I was taken by surprise and cried out, “Oh my God! Fuck!” and then another cock
was
right in front of my mouth again. The man took my head and pushed into me. Once again my throat was filled; once again I gagged; and once again I cried. I felt my hand being moved and it was placed around a cock – I knew it had to be my husband’s cock, and strangely, as reluctant as I was to have anything to do with what was happening, I began stroking him almost automatically.

I felt a hand on the back of my head pulling my mouth even deeper onto that cock. One of the strangers said, “Oh man! Your wife’s a good little slut!” and I felt tears of humiliation join the tears of exertion. They continued fucking me hard and furiously.
The hands on my breasts were rough and mean, pinching my nipples and then slapping them. The man in my mouth was driving in deep, over and over, fucking my throat just as hard as the man in my pussy was fucking me. When he pulled out, I gasped and tried desperately to draw in great gulps of air but I felt Andrew’s hands on my head, pulling me around and suddenly it was
his
cock forcing into my mouth. He had never fucked my mouth before, always letting me do the work, but now he pushed that fat thing all the way up against the back of my mouth making me gag just as hard as the stranger had.

I felt the cock in my pussy pull out and the other one replaced it. Then my hand was pulled around and I was stroking a stranger’s cock while my husband fucked my throat roughly. I couldn’t breathe! My whole body was in agon
y from the way I was being used,
from the slaps and the pinches on my tits, the hard fucking in my pussy, the terrible and viscous throat fucking. I couldn’t believe what was happening to me. But perhaps the thing I couldn’t believe most was how damned turned on I was getting. Every forceful thrust past my tongue and into my
throat
was sending pain and discomfort through me but it came to a point where I was anticipating it, almost
begging
for it.

The man in my pussy was fucking me so hard my whole body was shaking and that was doing wonders for me as well. The men continued this way for a long while—one fucking my mouth hard and the other fucking my pussy just as hard—until they began switching off. I always had one hand stroking a cock, one cock shoved into my throat, and a third dick pounding my pussy, over and over, harder and faster each time. They did this for fifteen or twenty minutes, switching positions every few seconds.

The cocks all withdrew, and I suddenly felt myself being turned around. Without any warning, I was slammed down on top of a cock from underneath me. It was a stranger and he looked up at me as I came down onto him.  He smiled and said, “Yeah, she’s definitely a good little slut.” Again I felt the humiliation and I wanted to lash out and call him
asshole
or something but before I could do anything, my head was lifted and a cock was back in my throat. From this position, the men were able to fuck my mouth much harder than they had before and I choked and gagged even more as tears streamed down my face.

I heard Andrew’s voice, “Oh yeah. I’ve got the best slut wife there is!” and it was strange because even though I still felt a twinge of humiliation, I also felt a thrill of excitement run through me at what my husband was saying about me. The man underneath me was grabbing my tits viciously, twisting them and sending pain running through me but even that pain was welcomed by me; it felt good now. Then I felt a sudden sting and I realized that Andrew was slapping my ass and slapping it hard. Each spank sent shockwaves of pain through me and that pain was translated immediately to pleasure, making my pussy clench around the
cock
inside of me.

The men moved quickly and furiously as my husband’s hand continued to rain down on my ass until I’m sure that my cheeks turned bright red.  And then the man in my mouth held me tight and pushed all the way in until my nose was buried in
his
pubic hair. His balls were on my chin and I gagged around him, starting to panic. I tried to lift up my hands to push him away but I felt stronger hands on my wrists, pulling them back so that
my arms were behind my back. T
hat’s when I became terrified because that’s when I felt the head of Andrew’s cock up against the tiny, rosebud opening of my virgin asshole.

At that moment I remembered in the limo Andrew had talked about seeing me with my ass filled. It had left my mind.  I was terrified of anal sex.  I had never allowed anyone to do it, and I had planned on remaining an anal virgin for the rest of my life. His comment had slipped my mind but there
he
was. My brand new husband had his cock up against the tightest opening of my body, while two strangers were fucking my other holes. I felt his hands on my abused ass cheeks and I realized it was the man underneath me who had moved my hands behind my back. The man in my throat held me in place while I gagged and sputtered, not able to scream out or protest.

It happened so suddenly, Andrew tearing past my tiny, puckered hole and filling my ass with his shaft. Pain erupted through my entire body and I screamed around the
cock
in my mouth. Everything went black for a minute; the pain was so intense that I forgot about the pleas
ure as his cock plowed in, inch-by-
inch until he was completely inside of me. I was shaking. I tried to scream again and realized I didn’t have the voice for it. That’s when the men began to move again. The man at my face held me firmly and fucked my mouth mercilessly. He only moved out about an inch back and forth in my throat so that he was never out of my throat and I never stopped gagging as the tears ran down my face.

The man underneath me pushed up harder and faster, making Andrew’s cock in my ass feel even bigger, which I didn’t think was possible. As they both thrust into me, they sent bolts of pain through my body. In my mind, I wanted it to stop but then something strange happened. After a few seconds of movement, I felt myself cumming. I came
hard
and I could feel my orgasm filling my body, driving away the pain so that even as I felt it with every thrust that the men made, the pain was distant, like something I was watching elsewhere instead of something I was feeling.

My orgasm filled me with overpowering sensations of pleasure. Andrew continued to fuck hard while the man in my pussy continued to fuck hard as did the man in my mouth. All three of my holes filled! I couldn’t believe it! And even with my orgasm, they kept it up.
Over and over and over they moved until finally the man in my mouth cried out.
I felt him holding me tight, and then the next thing I knew he was exploding into my mouth, his hot, salty load filling my cheeks. He held me tight, his hands gripping my hair and I heard him ask Andrew, “Does your slut of a wife swallow?”

I couldn’t believe the way I was being talked about and another wave of humiliation passed through me. It was even worse when Andrew replied, “Of course she does, all sluts swallow.” I started crying again as I swallowed down the anonymous load in my mouth but it was strange because the moment I swallowed it, my orgasm hit me again full force and when he pulled out of my mouth, I was finally able to cry out, “Oh Jesus, fuck me! Fuck me!”

That made the man in my pussy pump
up hard two or three times and then pull out, grabbing my head and pulling me down on his cock. “Tell your slut to swallow me, too,” he said.

But I didn’t need to be told. The moment his load splashed over my tongue and into my mouth, I was ready for it, gulping it down. Andrew kept fucking my ass hard long after the other two men had backed away. I turned my head and saw that they were getting dressed as he continued to pound my little hole, taking my anal virginity on our wedding night.  I continued to cum, the power of his cock controlling my body’s response. Finally I felt his hands at the back of my head. He thrust forward hard three or four more times and said, “My slut wife even takes a cock right out of her ass into her mouth.”

I was horrified for a second but the reaction was automatic. When he pulled out of my ass and forced my head down to his cock, I opened wide as he shoved in and began spurting what seemed like far more cum then he’d ever cum before.  It splashed over my tongue and down my throat. He held me there for quite a while as I hungrily swallowed it down and then began sucking, going as deep as I could until my nose was pressed right up against him and my lips were wrapped around the base of his shaft.  It was intense enough that he finally had to push me away.

I sat up on the bed gasping. The other men were gone. I looked at him and smiled and I think he was a little unsure whether I’d be angry or okay with what had just happened.
I guess I should have been angry, but my orgasm was still running through me, and I couldn’t argue with my body. 
I looked at him and said, “What the hell are you doing over there?” He opened his eyes wide in surprise, trying to figure out what I meant. I spread my legs and grinned, “Your slut wife is still horny! Get over here big boy!”

NEWLYWED
WIFE SWAP

A Swinger Sex Bride Sex Erotica Story

by
Nancy Brockton
all rights reserved copyright 2012 by
Naughty Daydreams Press