All Chapters of Steamy Sessions: A Rosy Forbidden Collection: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

I always imagined my wedding night would be something exceptional but there is no way I could ever have anticipated just how incredible it turned out to be. I had a somewhat unusual upbringing, my Mom was what you may have called a serial monogamist. She has been married four times herself, first to my Dad, Blake. After that I had a string of step-dads while I was growing up, all of whom I became very close to. Tristan, Ralph and the one she was still married to on the day of my wedding, Shane. They’d all played such a big part in my life that I had stayed in touch with all of them and even invited each of them to the wedding, hoping it wouldn’t be too awkward. After careful tinkering with the seating arrangements I had them all as spatially distant as possible so they wouldn’t be forced to socialise with each other if they didn’t want to. As it turned out, I needn’t have worried about that at all. The wedding was wonderful, I was so proud of my new husband, Marcus. I’l

Tristan let go of his cock and reached between my breasts to unclasp my bra, as it was a brand that clasped at the front. Freed from the supporting garment they wobbled back and forth slightly as I bobbed and pushed backwards against Shane’s fingers. Tristan reached under me with one hand and around my back with the other, cupping my swinging tits almost as if testing their weight. His cock pressed into my side as he squeezed my breasts and lightly pinched my nipples, wet with his own pre-cum. My vibrator worked tirelessly at my clit, humming a growing pleasure into me with every passing second. I did think for a moment that with so many willing shafts in the room it was a bit redundant to be using it, but that thought was driven from my mind by the vibrations that seemed to echo around my body, rebounding and amplifying all the time. I knew then that I was not far away from the tipping point of an orgasm. My hair, formerly pristine and styled for my wedding, had fall

Honeymoons are fun, don’t get me wrong, and I love my husband but even with all the sun, beautiful beaches and hot newlywed sex I just couldn’t stop my mind from returning to what happened on my wedding night. After my husband had way too much to drink, I had to enlist some help getting him back to our room. That help came in the form of two former Step-Fathers, one current Step-Father and one Father-in-Law. The ‘help’ also turned into something more. I’d looked forward to my wedding night sex for so many years I wasn’t about to let excessive consumption of alcohol get in the way. With very little coaxing, I was able to convince all my Daddies to gangbang me right there in the bridal suite with my husband passed out on the floor. My big breasts and tight pussy are apparently very persuasive. I thought I’d made the biggest mistake in the world when the door had burst open and I saw my Dad standing there, like I’d dropped a bomb on my whole life. As it turned out, my Dad was

A torrent of cum was unleashed directly down my throat and into my waiting stomach, some leaked out into my mouth, where I swirled my tongue along his shaft and sampled the flavour of my still brand-new Father-in-Law. Patrick held his cock down my throat until I felt like my face must have been the colour of ketchup, managing to distract me even from the two cocks now furiously pounding away at my pussy and ass. At last when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, Patrick released me and I slumped my head on to the pillow and closed my eyes, seeking only to replenish my oxygen supply while the man who taught me to look both ways while crossing the street used my little slit for his own pleasure. I was only halfway recovered when I felt another hand take up the rein that was my makeshift ponytail and push a cock into my panting mouth. I opened my lids and rolled my eyes upwards to see whose dick I was sucking and saw Tristan kneeling over me, the Step-Father who had already given m

I bit my lower lip with indecision as I sat on the couch and looked at the beautiful packaging. This wasn’t for me, it was a gift from my step-dad to my mom according to the little card. The timing on the delivery was odd, seeing as my mom was away all weekend, but I supposed there must have been a delay or something. It was the card that was picking away at my better judgement, piquing my curiosity and playing off my biggest weakness. ‘Can’t wait to see this on you, just so I can tear it off – Love Tim’ My mom had married the best guy in the world when I was about five. Even now that I was eighteen I could still remember being borderline dumbstruck by how different life was for my mom and me after Tim came into the picture. I’d never met my dad, so I never knew what I was missing, but all of a sudden there was this guy around making my mom happy, moving us out of our grimy little apartment into a life of luxury in Cali and spending time with me. Oh God, the attention he gave