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(DAMN!! I wish this was NOT
fiction!!) What more could a horny bi guy wish for? A drop-dead gorgeous
she-male for a new bride, and a hunky, well-hung, hot-assed best man.
Britt, my new bride, and I, were destined to a long and happy marriage.
She was totally obsessed with my round, firm, little 50-something ass,
and loved nothing better than to slam her fat dong up my tight, sweaty,
hairy hole. All during the wedding ceremony, my huge cock was leaking
lube like a faucet into my boxers, and I could feel my tight chute twitch
in anticipation of the wedding night to
come.
Hank, my best
man/best pal, (and also a successful fellow in his own right) also loved
fucking my tight ass, as much as I loved fucking his own big, furry beefy
butt. He also loved when we traded blowjobs. No complaints from any of
us!
Anyway, after
the wedding ceremony, the three of us went down to my car, which was
parked in a deserted area of a big parking garage. Hank was escorting us
down to my new Mercedes, and he kept grabbing my round boardroom butt
through my tight tux, telling me what a lucky guy I was. When we got to
the car, I wasn't prepared for what happenednext.
Everything seemed to go speed rapidly like a video in fast-forward. Britt
grabbed me by the shoulders, and told me she was too horny to wait until
we got to our hotel room. She ordered me to drop my tux pants and shorts
and bend over the car.
Too
stunned to even reply, I obeyed, unfastening my suspenders from the
trousers buttons, and letting my tux pants drop down to my glossy black
wingtips. My striped tapered boxers followed, ending up down around my
gartered socks. My huge cock swung out from beneath my shirt, the angry
head was slick with lube.
Then
Hank unzipped his tux pants and hauled out his throbbing, sweaty
10-incher and sat on the hood my of red Mercedes. What the fuck was going
on? I wondered? I didn't have long to wait for an answer. Hank's big paw
reached out and pulled my head down between his muscular, trouser-covered
legs, and I wasted no time in letting my hot tongue slither up my best
man/best buddy's throbbing cock, making the big stud moan like mad. He
moaned through his gritted teeth when I really went to town, and
swallowed his massive shaft down to the hairyroot.
Britt, meanwhile, had
lifted up the front of her expensive wedding gown, and her own thick,
angry-looking cock jutted out into the open.
"Looks like you're gonna get your little sleazeball CEO ass fucked
good, Jack!", Hank chucked. I felt my hard cock unleash even more lube
against the fender of my expensive set of wheels, as my sexy she-male
bride pulled my smooth, round buns apart and started easing her big dong
into my tight, sweaty man-chute. My mouth was too full of Hank's tasty
lawyer cock to do more than let out a muffle moan, as Britt shoved more
and more of her lengthy cock between my firm little boardroom
glutes.
I then felt her wedding gown brushing against my bare ass and the backs
of my hairy legs, and she then grabbed onto my tux-clad shoulders and
really started plowing my tight, eager ass. What a fucking hot sight we
had to be! A bespectacled, 50-something guy in a tux, pants and shorts
down, getting royally buttfucked by his sexy new she-male bride while he
hungrily deep-throated his hunky best man's fat cock through his open
fly. Man, did Britt ever tear into my quivering little CEOass!!!!
She relentlessly power-fucked my sore and twitching asshole, pounding
my overworked prostate into a fucking pulp. My throbbing boardroom boner
ground against the fender of my car, drooling lubenon-stop.
And Hank's big, hairy-knuckled hand pumped my
head roughly, pumping my cock-starved mouth up and down on his lube and
sweat-slicked cock. Britt's small but small hands started spanking my
round asscheeks, and the nylon gloves she wore felt so fucking good on my
soon-sizzling asscheeks, as she continued to both spank and fuck her rich
and successful new hubby's hot ass raw.
All too soon, I heard
Hank mutter, "Ohhhhfuckkk...ooohhhffucckk....yeahhh...gonna cum...yeah,
pal....gonna flood my best pal's hot moth with a gallon of fuckin'
jizz....ooohhhhffuucckkkkk....!!" Briit, however, had not uttered a word
since she had ordered me to drop my pants and shorts, and was growling
angrily and lustily in her slender throat as she continued to fuck me
senseless. My hairy nuts, aching and churning with a massive load, could
no longer hold back. I came a split second before Hank did, and my huge
corporate cock shot out huge, thick gobs of hot CEO jizz, splattering the
fender of my new Mercedes, as well as Hank's tux trousers, and even his
black size 13 wingtip. But Britt continued to fuck my hot, sore,
quivering butt, ramming her new husband's ass like there was no
tomorrow.
And...imagine my
surprise, when I found out a few minutes later that Britt had invited
Hank along on our honeymoon! And, still later, I found out that Hank
and paid the security guards a good chunk of dough to "ignore" what they
saw transpire on their security cameras. Actually, I heard that the two
humpy guys had unzipped their uniform pants and were whacking off like
madman as they watched the three of us in action in the parking garage!
But....that's ANOTHER story for another time..... Yep, talk about "wedded
bliss"(!!) Hope you enjoyed!
fiction!!) What more could a horny bi guy wish for? A drop-dead gorgeous
she-male for a new bride, and a hunky, well-hung, hot-assed best man.
Britt, my new bride, and I, were destined to a long and happy marriage.
She was totally obsessed with my round, firm, little 50-something ass,
and loved nothing better than to slam her fat dong up my tight, sweaty,
hairy hole. All during the wedding ceremony, my huge cock was leaking
lube like a faucet into my boxers, and I could feel my tight chute twitch
in anticipation of the wedding night to
come.
Hank, my best
man/best pal, (and also a successful fellow in his own right) also loved
fucking my tight ass, as much as I loved fucking his own big, furry beefy
butt. He also loved when we traded blowjobs. No complaints from any of
us!
Anyway, after
the wedding ceremony, the three of us went down to my car, which was
parked in a deserted area of a big parking garage. Hank was escorting us
down to my new Mercedes, and he kept grabbing my round boardroom butt
through my tight tux, telling me what a lucky guy I was. When we got to
the car, I wasn't prepared for what happenednext.
Everything seemed to go speed rapidly like a video in fast-forward. Britt
grabbed me by the shoulders, and told me she was too horny to wait until
we got to our hotel room. She ordered me to drop my tux pants and shorts
and bend over the car.
Too
stunned to even reply, I obeyed, unfastening my suspenders from the
trousers buttons, and letting my tux pants drop down to my glossy black
wingtips. My striped tapered boxers followed, ending up down around my
gartered socks. My huge cock swung out from beneath my shirt, the angry
head was slick with lube.
Then
Hank unzipped his tux pants and hauled out his throbbing, sweaty
10-incher and sat on the hood my of red Mercedes. What the fuck was going
on? I wondered? I didn't have long to wait for an answer. Hank's big paw
reached out and pulled my head down between his muscular, trouser-covered
legs, and I wasted no time in letting my hot tongue slither up my best
man/best buddy's throbbing cock, making the big stud moan like mad. He
moaned through his gritted teeth when I really went to town, and
swallowed his massive shaft down to the hairyroot.
Britt, meanwhile, had
lifted up the front of her expensive wedding gown, and her own thick,
angry-looking cock jutted out into the open.
"Looks like you're gonna get your little sleazeball CEO ass fucked
good, Jack!", Hank chucked. I felt my hard cock unleash even more lube
against the fender of my expensive set of wheels, as my sexy she-male
bride pulled my smooth, round buns apart and started easing her big dong
into my tight, sweaty man-chute. My mouth was too full of Hank's tasty
lawyer cock to do more than let out a muffle moan, as Britt shoved more
and more of her lengthy cock between my firm little boardroom
glutes.
I then felt her wedding gown brushing against my bare ass and the backs
of my hairy legs, and she then grabbed onto my tux-clad shoulders and
really started plowing my tight, eager ass. What a fucking hot sight we
had to be! A bespectacled, 50-something guy in a tux, pants and shorts
down, getting royally buttfucked by his sexy new she-male bride while he
hungrily deep-throated his hunky best man's fat cock through his open
fly. Man, did Britt ever tear into my quivering little CEOass!!!!
She relentlessly power-fucked my sore and twitching asshole, pounding
my overworked prostate into a fucking pulp. My throbbing boardroom boner
ground against the fender of my car, drooling lubenon-stop.
And Hank's big, hairy-knuckled hand pumped my
head roughly, pumping my cock-starved mouth up and down on his lube and
sweat-slicked cock. Britt's small but small hands started spanking my
round asscheeks, and the nylon gloves she wore felt so fucking good on my
soon-sizzling asscheeks, as she continued to both spank and fuck her rich
and successful new hubby's hot ass raw.
All too soon, I heard
Hank mutter, "Ohhhhfuckkk...ooohhhffucckk....yeahhh...gonna cum...yeah,
pal....gonna flood my best pal's hot moth with a gallon of fuckin'
jizz....ooohhhhffuucckkkkk....!!" Briit, however, had not uttered a word
since she had ordered me to drop my pants and shorts, and was growling
angrily and lustily in her slender throat as she continued to fuck me
senseless. My hairy nuts, aching and churning with a massive load, could
no longer hold back. I came a split second before Hank did, and my huge
corporate cock shot out huge, thick gobs of hot CEO jizz, splattering the
fender of my new Mercedes, as well as Hank's tux trousers, and even his
black size 13 wingtip. But Britt continued to fuck my hot, sore,
quivering butt, ramming her new husband's ass like there was no
tomorrow.
And...imagine my
surprise, when I found out a few minutes later that Britt had invited
Hank along on our honeymoon! And, still later, I found out that Hank
and paid the security guards a good chunk of dough to "ignore" what they
saw transpire on their security cameras. Actually, I heard that the two
humpy guys had unzipped their uniform pants and were whacking off like
madman as they watched the three of us in action in the parking garage!
But....that's ANOTHER story for another time..... Yep, talk about "wedded
bliss"(!!) Hope you enjoyed!
