Novel & Cerita Wedding Night Sex Stories

The room reeked of sex, sweat and pussy, her body trembling as another orgasm built. Richard growled, slamming deeper, his cock throbbing inside her. I edged closer, stroking furiously, whispering more dirty encouragement. "Cum on that black dick, Jess. Let him flood you while I watch." Her eyes stayed on me, wild and locked, the cuckold thrill surging through us all as he drove her toward the edge, her tight cunt pulsing relentlessly around his relentless thrusts. This filthy night was far from over, her screams echoing as the climax built, promising more raw, interracial destruction.

The jealousy I’d felt earlier had completely melted into something hotter, something that made every touch feel electric. We came again and again. Different combinations, different positions. Sweat and wine and pure lust mixed together until everything blurred. Eventually, hours later, we all collapsed in a sweaty pile on the huge sectional and rugs. Limbs tangled and breathing slowly returns to normal. The fire had died down to glowing embers. I lay between Alex and Sophie, my head on Alex’s chest while Sophie’s arm draped over my waist. My body felt used and satisfied in the best possible way. “Best fucking weekend idea ever,” Ryan muttered sleepily from somewhere near my feet, making ever

She had sex with her step-brother. “We got married!” Martin said. “Isn’t it wonderful?” Gloria exclaimed. “You mean, you are planning on it?” Juliette added, forcing herself to breathe. “We are ready for the Champagne now, please,” Martin ordered from the server, who came by to check on them. “No, we already did,” Gloria said with a smile. Louis looked stunned. Juliette thought she might faint. “When?” She squeaked. “When we were in Hawaii,” Martin replied. The server returned with the bottle of champagne that had been set aside for this occasion, and started to pour glasses for each of them.

It was my wedding night, and I was supposed to be in bed with my husband—an old man my foster mother had sold me to because, to her, I was nothing more than trash. I lay stiffly on the bed, waiting for the nightmare to begin. A rosy pink blindfold covered my eyes tightly. Earlier that evening, after the wedding ceremony, I had discovered the strange tradition of this house: the bride’s eyes must remain shut until her husband had “claimed” her. Fear curled deep inside my chest.

The ocean waves crashed below as we moaned into the night, the risk of other guests hearing us making it even hotter. We ended back on the bed. The four of us in a tangle: Jax fucking my pussy, Marcus fucking my ass, Chloe sitting on my face while I licked her, and her mouth on Jax’s balls. We came together in a messy, screaming, squirting climax that left all of us shaking and covered in cum. By dawn, we were exhausted, lying in a sweaty, sticky pile on the bed. Chloe kissed my forehead softly. “This was the best wedding night I could have asked for.”

Charlie's Point-of-View Rachel Mead, my soon-to-be wife, didn't take off the microphone on her wedding dress, so the overlapping moans came through the sound system at the wedding. In that instant, every guest in the hall turned to fix their gaze on me, some carrying ridicule, others carrying sympathy. "Did you guys hear that? Mr. Lund is actually being cuckolded…" "Oh, my. Isn't this live broadcast way more entertaining than the officiant's speech?"

, my mouth vibrating around Draven's shaft as an orgasm crashed over me. I came hard, my ass clenched hard on Lucien, my pussy spasmed on Cedric. Waves of bliss pulsed through me as my juices squirted out drenching Cedric's thick cock and his thighs. Lucien roared as he buried himself one last time balls deep in my ass and spurted hot loads of his cum filling me up. Cedric followed as he jerked his hip ferally until he tip pushed through my cervix once more. He pumped his load in my womb, filling it up and mixing with Thorne's earlier load.

Charlie and I have never had sex because he knows I prefer women, but he and Mary have had sex before, which they knew I was well aware of. Mary, Charlie and I had been back home recently for spring break. We stayed at Mary’s families beach house, but it was only us three. We hung out there for a whole week and on the second day was when it had happened. It was a Thursday night and we just had dinner about 3 hours before this happened. Mary, Charlie and I were sitting on the couch watching a movie.

***Mature Content*** Making love to his Ira was nothing like he had experienced before. And Zain had more experience than he would care to remember. In the years after her disappearance, the night they spent together tormented him to the point of madness. He went from woman to woman, trying to re-experience the euphoric pleasure of their one night marriage, without much success. Big breasted or round bottomed, virgin or experienced...no matter which type he slept with, they gave him nothing but a feeling of lethargy. Hell! After multiple times of doing the deed, only a feeling of hollowness occupied his heart.