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by R. C. Curtis

  The Limo Ride – an Excerpt from “Kelly’s Confessions”

  Written by Kelly and R.C. Curtis

  Really, the limo was to blame.

  That, and my playful nature.

  Slutty nature. Whatever.

  Rick was close to owning me. By nightfall I would be his. His property. His to discipline and correct, his girl to guide in the way that he chose. And he seemed to think I would walk the straight and narrow, and be a good and faithful wife.

  I accepted that.

  What girl can be a slut forever? I resolved to change my true nature into a better one.

  And so it was the limo’s fault.

  I am pretty sure I am faultless.

  We had rented two. One for the girls, one for the guys.

  We would have been ready earlier, all of us, except we had already cracked open the champagne. My bridesmaids had helped me get ready. Sandra had tied the stays on the corset style top. I looked in the mirror and knew Rick would love it. My boobs bulged up over the cups of my pushup bra. I was all tits and fuck me.

  The whole day, I had been hanging out with my bridesmaids and having fun, and slowly making myself more beautiful, for the sole purpose of making my groom want to fuck me that night.

  So I was in a fairly excited state, sexually.

  I had four girls helping me with makeup, helping me dress, helping me become beautiful. Plus, I’d been in a threesome with one of them, and I’d fucked the boyfriends of two of them, I’m not saying who because one of them still doesn’t know, so the whole day was a crazy sensual event for me.

  Late in the afternoon the guys’ limo pulls up.

  My girls went crazy. Rick isn’t supposed to see me until the wedding. That is a tradition. I like traditions, when I can, and I thought this one was sexy. No way was I going to let Rick see me early.

  The limo sat in the driveway, and Anthony came in alone. He wanted to see Sandra, my maid of honor. He said that Rick had gone on earlier, driving with his parents to the beach, and wasn’t in the limo, so they thought it would be fun to drop in.

  My girls calmed down, and hovered around Anthony. Anthony is a very good looking man, and attracts a lot of attention. He and I, we have a history. Sandra, his girlfriend, we have a history too.

  I wasn’t really comfortable watching Sandra and Anthony together. I figured they would get engaged soon, and it made me feel a little lonely.

  I was all ready to go, with nothing more to do, so I wandered out to the limo to talk to the guys. The girls didn’t notice me slip out, because gorgeous Anthony was attracting all the attention.

  The girls’ limo wasn’t supposed to get here for another 30 minutes, so I walked down the driveway to say “Hi” to the guys. Clive would be there. I knew Jeffrey would be in there too, a groomsman and friend of Rick’s from university. He was quiet, with piercing eyes. I’d only met him for a few minutes the day before, unlike David, the other groomsman, who had arrived three days early and had gone out to dinner with Rick and me the night he arrived. It was nice to have a chance to see Rick’s friends again, these guys meant a lot to him.

  I talked to them through the window for a few minutes. I was having fun, they were in high spirits. Clive was flirty, he had the most mischievous eyes in the world. Jeffrey asked if I was ready.

  “I don’t think you could look any prettier,” said David. “Why don’t you ride with us?”

  I was going to ride with my girls, and I’d already had plenty of dirty thoughts that day, but when David said that my pussy clenched.

  I looked around. There was no one else outside.

  “Why not?” I said, and David opened the door.

  I gathered my dress together and bent over to climb in. I felt my boobs shift. I was wearing a low cut strapless bridal gown. When I bent over, my breasts were on full display. The little push up bra probably kept my nipples out of sight. I don’t know, and didn’t care. All I cared was that these sexy men were looking at my breasts. I took time gathering my dress. I looked down, so no one would feel uncomfortable looking at my unexpectedly available boobs. I let them have a good long look.

  Then I fit myself and my dress through the door, and sat down with them. I was just excited to be in a limo, and in a limo with flirty guys. This seemed way better than riding with the girls in the other limo.

  I got as comfortable as I could, in a wedding dress. “Excited?” asked Clive.

  “Yes,” I said. “This is going to be so much fun.”

  Anthony came back in a minute. He climbed in, and was surprised to see me.

  I felt reckless.

  This was like being in a Bond film, the clock is counting down and gorgeous men in tuxedos.

  I leaned forward, to talk with Clive further down on the seat, very aware that my breasts were partially revealed again. I didn’t mean to be a slut, I was just teasing. I was about to get married. No man would ever want me again. For at least this one moment, this short ride, I wanted to be among men who wanted to fuck me.

  Everything else is not my fault.

  They would have delivered me sedate and serene, ready to exchange my vows, with nothing but frustrated lust in my belly, if it hadn’t been for Clive.

  Flirting is my weakness. Well, one of my weaknesses.

  “Is it alright to ask for a kiss from the bride?” he teased.

  We were sitting on the bench seat that runs the length of the limo. David was between us, so I had to lean out to talk to Clive. Again, it was free cleavage to anyone who wanted to look. “I’m not married yet,” I said with a smile.

  He leaned across David and kissed my cheek.

  “Wow,” I said. “That feels so formal.”

  “I can do better,” he said.

  “Can you?” I said, and leaned forward again.

  He kissed me again, this time on the lips. A brief kiss, just a hint of what could be.

  “Do you call that a kiss, in Tennessee?” I said. “In Hawaii guys kiss a girl with a little more interest than that.”

  He smiled. “David, do you mind?” He switched places with David.

  “How about this?” he said, taking my face in his hands and drawing me in for a long, sensual lingering kiss.

  “Not bad,” I said, my heart pounding. “Not as good as I’m used to, but better.”

  “Really?” he said. “I was holding back, out of respect for you being a bride.”

  “I’m happy to be a bride,” I said. “But never give less than your best, whatever the reason.”

  He pulled my face to his again, and gave me an openly lascivious kiss, his tongue in my mouth, probing, our mouths wet together, until at last we pulled apart. He gave my lower lip a playful bite.

  I swear my ovaries released a dozen eggs.

  I had picked out really pretty panties for Rick. I don’t usually wear panties, but these were such a delicate lacey little highlight of the pleasures within, I had to have them. Secondarily, they served as a sort of guardian for my pussy. Covering it, guarding it. Keeping other men away.

  Sadly, that last kiss had destroyed that function.

  My panties were just something to be pulled aside.

  I was out of flirt. I was in full lust mode, and I had no brain left for word play. I just looked him in the eye. I think the bra and the gown hid my erect nipples, but if he couldn’t sense my attraction and arousal then he is the first guy I ever met that missed a signal.

  I just took a slow deep breath. I know how my boobs heave when I do that. So I did it. “An impressive kiss,” I said. “Can you do it twice?”

  He did it twice.

  After the second time, we just started kissing, right there in the limo, our mouths on each other’s, long sensual kissing.

  I don’t know if it made everyone else uncomfortable, but it should have. We kissed like two people alone who were about to fuck.

  If I had been his bride you would have thought it was cute and sexy and completely appropriate. A young couple lost in each other.
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  Except I wasn’t his bride. We had only met two days before, and we were riding in a limo taking me to the place where I would wed another man, for all time. Eternally his.

  My lips lingered on his and I rested my hand on his chest.

  I had heard some teasing after the first kiss. The second one too. I heard no teasing now.

  I arched my back and kissed him. My legs somehow opened, inviting him.

  I’m a bride, on the way to my man. I need to do something to spark this, let him know how I feel, to make this happen. No man seduces his friend’s bride before the wedding.

  It’s a funny world.

  Clive kissed me, and with one hand caressed my breast. Openly, in front of everyone else. I sighed, and kept kissing him.

  He didn’t remove his hand.

  The other three guys must have watched, unsure of what was going on, as Clive caressed my breast, then slipped his hand inside my gown to find my warm bare skin as we kissed.

  I have poor impulse control. Rick says it and everyone agrees.

  I didn’t control my impulses now.

  We kissed, he played with my breasts, and my hand accidentally fell into his lap, and tried to reassure his cock through his pants.

  I didn’t make the first move. It just happened, and he was already kissing me, and I just grabbed his cock by reflex when my hand found it.

  Things moved quickly from there.

  Clive pushed me back against the seat. I was kind of leaning against Jeffrey a little, and Clive pushed my dress up over my thighs. He broke off the kiss, and knelt between my opened thighs, bent over because of the low roof of the limo. I didn’t say anything, I just lay there, breathing hard, looking up at him. He pushed my gown out of the way again, and exposed my panties.

  He unzipped, and pulled out his cock, a beautiful thick cock that I would have loved to have in my mouth, but we were pushed for time. We had my wedding to get to.

  Instead, he brought it to my lace covered pussy, and pushed my panties aside. I think everyone held their breath as he pushed it slowly into my conspicuously aroused pussy. He wriggled the tip into my damp folds, then slid the whole length of his cock into my body.

  I gasped.

  I was so eager, so excited, so grateful and so mind blown to have his cock inside me. I needed to fuck him.

  I needed to fuck.

  He started slow, kissing me, telling me how sexy I was. I opened my thighs wider and let him sink in and take all of me.

  Shameless.

  I’d like to tell you he fucked me long and hard until I came. That’s half true. He had only thrust into me a few dozen times, when I shuddered and came. I came hard, talking as I came, telling him wonderful things about his cock and how much I needed his perfect cock, his broad shoulders, his belly against mine.

  My thighs were spread wide, letting him thrust into me as easily as he could want, but after I came he flipped me over. The bridal gown made it a little awkward, but he turned me over and fucked me doggy style.

  I had my face in Jeffrey’s lap.

  I hardly knew Jeffrey. He had flown in the day before. I think we had said a half dozen pleasant sentences to each other, but he was here for Rick, not me.

  My hand found his cock, and it was firm. I took a chance, unzipped him, and pulled his stiffening cock into my mouth while Clive fucked me vigorously from behind. For a moment I tried to fight it, to resist somehow, but the cock in my mouth and the one in my pussy were too much, and I slid into some sort of nether world of fucking and sucking.

  I felt Clive’s cock swell and grow, and then he suddenly plunged it deep into me and pulsed. I felt his cock twitch, and flood my womb with his cum.

  I took Jeffrey’s cock out of my mouth and held it as I came again, pushing back against Clive’s emptying cock.

  Clive finished inside me, and pulled out. I sank to the seat, and rolled over onto my back again, my legs splayed.

  This moment is forever in my brain.

  I slowly pumped Jeffrey’s hard cock in one hand, and lay there exposed, my legs open, my panties pushed to one side. My eyes met David’s.

  “Did you bring a present for the bride?” I asked in my helpless kitten fuck me voice.

  He did.

  David slid his pants off quickly, as I stroked Jeffrey’s cock over my head. I was almost lying flat on the seat now.

  The panties had slipped back over my used but not spent pussy. David eased them aside and slide his own long thick cock alongside the lace and into me.

  It felt even better than Clive’s cock.

  David started to fuck me now.

  When I have been group fucked, and I start to plateau, every guy feels basically the same to me. Every cock, every ejaculation, they are an endless stream of arousal feeding into my pussy.

  Today was different.

  Every man felt different, individual.

  Every cock was unique. If I fucked them today I would remember their style, what they liked, how they took me.

  David held me around the waist, his thumbs touching over my navel. He held me there and fucked me with slow, staccato strokes. He would pause each time he pulled back, then slide it slowly deep into me.

  He was driving me crazy.

  I just stared at him and moaned. He didn’t take his eyes off mine, he just penetrated me over and over.

  I hung onto Jeffrey’s; cock, but I know I neglected it. I tried, but David was so intense. He stared at me, I could see his hunger, and his cock burrowed deep into me looking for its pleasure.

  I was skewered on his cock, as he lanced me over and over.

  I couldn’t take it, and I swore softly, and then shuddered in orgasm.

  David held me still, his hands tight on my waist, looking at me as I came. He went motionless, and his cock throbbed, and he too sent a wave of cum gushing into my essence. He held me still. I writhed a little, but he had me locked, and his cock throbbed as it pulsed burst after burst of cum into my responsive pussy.

  He pulled out.

  I could feel the wetness dribbling out of me. I prayed my dress was out of the way. I could feel the cool leather of the seat against my ass.

  Jeffrey turned me now, so I was lying the other way. He lifted one long bare leg and draped it over my shoulder, and then his neglected cock plunged into me.

  I had to remember who he was. One of Rick’s friends, but I had met several of his friends in the past few days, and I wasn’t sure who they all were.

  It didn’t matter.

  Jeffrey fucked me brutally, slamming into me. My breasts tumbled out of my gown at last. Someone, David or Clive, started to play with my nipples. I came again within a few minutes.

  Jeffrey didn’t care. He kept up a killing pace, drilling into me with machine-like rigor, thrusting into my distressed pussy without mercy. His was the meanest cock that day, and as I looked up at him I knew that if he had me alone he would pound me into submission.

  That thought alone made me come again.

  I gasped as I recovered from the orgasm, still riding the wave of arousal.

  “Almost there,” someone said.

  I thought they meant Jeffrey was almost done, but they meant we were near the beach. It didn’t matter. Jeffry slammed his furious cock into me and emptied into my belly with violent thrust, punching his cum into my soul.

  The limo came to a stop.

  “We’re here,” said Clive.

  I was trying to come down.

  “Bridesmaids aren’t here yet,” said Anthony. “We can wait a bit.”

  Anthony then swung into place over me.

  I smiled up at him. I almost cried, I was so emotional.

  He smoothed my hair. “It’s going to be OK.” Then he slid his cock inside me.

  Every cock had been wonderful, perfection really. But Anthony’s cock, not only was it the biggest and best cock in the limo, it was Anthony’s, and I opened for him and let his cock split my pussy and slide straight into my heart.

  Antho
ny fucked my emotions. He was the only man other than Rick that I would let in, let him fuck me in the soul.

  I held him as he moved inside me. I stroked his head, I petted him. We kissed as we fucked, his mouth on mine, our tongues together. I wanted his wetness on my face, I wanted to kiss his neck, I wanted to run my worshipping lips all over his body.

  We fucked slowly for a long time, caught up in each other. I didn’t think I was going to come with Anthony, but then he drove in deep, firm, and past my cervix, pushing and pushing until he triggered my deep spot, the final prize. His cock nosed in, I wriggled on him as he held it firm and I came, louder and harder than I had come yet.

  I flooded between my legs. Anthony caressed me as I came, then as I whimpered and tried to breathe he fucked me with a dozen hard fast strokes and finished making love to me, his grand cock aching inside me.

  I need a few minutes to recover.

  I still had my panties on. Each guy was willing to plunder Rick’s prize and cum in her pussy, but nobody was willing to slide the bridal panties off my hips.

  The guys got themselves together.

  My hair was mussed. I needed a touch up. I looked out the window at the beach. Rick was there, most of the guests were there. I had to get ready. I tucked my breasts back into my bra, and wiped the sheen of sweat off my forehead.

  The other limo pulled up. Sandra came over to check on me, bringing the touchup bag of makeup. I took it from her through the window. I had just fucked her boyfriend, soon to be fiancée. I put that out of my mind.

  Still. Anthony was the last fuck of my single life. It felt good to know that, to know it was him.

  I checked in the mirror. I fixed up most of the damage.

  My dress had some cum on it, but only on the inside. I figured I could get away with it.

  My pussy, however, was a mess. I pulled the lacey panties back over my capricious sex, and tried to repair it.

  I couldn’t do much. The spilled-over cum from three guys was slowly seeping out of my cunt, and no lacey set of underwear was going to stop it.

  No one could see it. I was going to be okay. I’d have four guys cum leaking down my legs as I took my vows of fidelity and devotion, but it would be my secret.