WEDDING NIGHT SEX BLISS (Five Bride Sex Erotica Stories)

by Brockton, Nancy

  I wasn’t going to give up men anytime soon, but I knew from that point forward, women would be a part of my sex life forever. Her fingers continued to move until I was pretty sure I couldn’t take anymore, I pushed her away. She rolled over on to the day bed, gasping and breathing heavily. She crawled up and kissed me and my earlier question was answered. I could taste myself on her mouth.

  The other two girls finally stopped as well, and all of us lay together on the little daybed, breathing hard and trying to recover from the spontaneous sex. Finally, I sat up and found my clothes. I couldn’t locate my panties, so I just pulled on my bra and then my dress. I guess I wanted to fill the silence because I stupidly said, “Um…was there anything else you needed?”

  The question was so absurd that everyone sat shocked for a moment. Then, Miss Sterling started giggling, and the bridesmaids did as well. That set me off, and we were a laughing mess for the next several minutes until we finally got control of ourselves. Miss Sterling, still looking beautiful and innocent in her lingerie walked up and gave me a kiss.

  “I’m completely satisfied with your service,” she said. Of course, that brought another round of giggles.

  HARD HONEYMOON HANDLING

  A Rough and Reluctant Bride Sex Gangbang Erotica Story

  by Nancy Brockton

  all rights reserved copyright 2012 by Naughty Daydreams Press

  By the time we reached the little desert resort town for the first leg of our honeymoon, I was absolutely excited. I’d already been fucked hard for the first time as a wife; it had happened in the limo. Since the resort was only three hours away by car, we didn’t bother booking a flight. Instead, we took a limo. When we got in, my new husband Andrew pressed the button that put up the barrier between us and the driver and before we’d even pulled out of the church parking lot, he grabbed the back of my head and pushed me down to his cock. I unzipped his tuxedo pants, pulled out that beautiful, thick, and wonderful dick that I loved, opened my mouth and began sucking him.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 God, yes! Yes, fuck me! Fuck me Baby!” 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 want to see you filled with cock, Baby. 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 mouth he said, “I’m not joking, Baby. 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, staring 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 knelt 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 agony 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. That’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 pleasure 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

  There’s nothing quite as wonderful as waking with a mouth on your pussy and I felt myself being pulled away from that delicious time between sleep and wakefulness as the tongue moved up and down on my slit and then centered on my clit. It was incredible, wonderful and the sensations were so beautiful, sending pleasures through my body; I moaned softly still not fully awaken. Then I realized something was strange; the tongue was different. I didn’t know who it was licking me, but I knew for a fact that it wasn’t my husband Richard. When my eyes fully opened, I couldn’t believe what I saw, it was my best friend Monica; her mouth was working on me. Her eyes were closed in a veneer of lust as her tongue moved up and down my slit. I saw her deep and beautiful brunette hair bouncing above me. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I’d never been with a woman before and yet there she was with her mouth on my clit, licking me. When I said “What the fuck!” she looked up and smiled at me. She moved upward and I suddenly felt her fingers pushing in to me. I meant to tell her to stop but the sensations of her fingers inside of me were so incredible that I just moaned. She smiled again, moved upward and I felt her mouth on my breasts, she began running her tongue over my nipples as she moved her fingers in and out me and cried out “Oh my god, it so good!”

  Richard smiled and said, “There she goes.” and I turned and saw that he was there, standing in the doorway, naked. Mark was right next to him also naked and I couldn’t believe it. The three of them had arranged for this together. My wedding dress was still draped over the chair where I’d left it the night before. My best friend, the maid of honor, had her mouth on my clit! Her husband Mark, Richard’s best man, was right there next to him. The men immediately got on to the bed and I felt their hands around me. And then the real surprise, another man walked in the room, naked; a man I’d never seen before. Before I could say anything, their hands were all over me. Monica moved back down to lick at my pussy and continued to move her fingers in and out of me as she did.

  I felt Mark’s hands on my breasts and I felt R
ichards’s hands moving over my legs and then the third man’s hands were on me. I was overwhelmed. Every part of my mind was screaming out at me that say, “Tell them to stop. Tell them to stop.” but I couldn’t. The sensations running through my body were too great. Then something strange happened. When Richard’s hands went to Monica’s head and began stroking her hair, I felt such an incredible thrill. The thought of my husband, touching another woman…it was overwhelming and I got so turned on. It was strange. We’d been married less than twelve or thirteen hours, and I was thinking about watching him fuck my best friend—and I liked the thought! I didn’t want to stop them, but I couldn’t have stopped anything anyway. The hands continued to work on me and then suddenly, there was a cock in front of my mouth. I opened my eyes wide and looked up, it was Mark and he grabbed the back of my head and began pushing into my mouth.

  My best friend’s husband had his cock in my mouth, and then the other man pulled my head away and put his dick in my mouth. That continued for five or ten minutes. Somewhere in the middle of switching from one cock to the other, I realized that Monica was no longer licking me. I pulled my mouth away and looked; she was on her knees on the bed. Richard stood at the side of the bed and her mouth was on him. There’s no way to describe how incredible it was to watch another woman’s mouth on my husband’s cock. I watched her lips around the head of his cock. She wore bright red lipstick, and it was beautiful to watch those crimson-colored lips run over him. She moved deep; she got all the way to the base of his cock until his balls were on her chin. I’d never been able to do that to Richard and there was something so thrilling and incredible about watching it; about knowing that he was getting his deep throat wish and I was getting to watch it.