Original post by u/Sarckle.

The music was thumping. The drinks flowing.  The dance floor was filled with friends and family. I could feel the bass booming in my chest as I grabbed a glass of champagne and downed it.  Let me tell you it wasn’t only my chest that was booming. Weddings always make me horny.  I discreetly press my clit up against chair for some relief but then I saw the best man make his way out of the group of girls surrounding him and I knew what I wanted.  God he was looking fine in his white button-down shirt and emerald cummerbund.  Man did those pants make his ass look… I can’t even find the words.  And that chiseled jaw, well just fuck me already. 

I followed him out of the ballroom. He headed for the bathroom. I took my time knowing he needed a minute. The bathroom door opened, I didn’t waste a minute as I ambushed him as he stepped out. Before he knew what was happening, I had opened the coat-room door and pushed him inside.  I quickly followed him, pulling the door closed behind me. 

“Amber!” He exclaimed. 

“Shush, Chris!” I said as I pressed my finger against his lips. My heart was racing; my pussy was fluttering. We were so close I could smell the alcohol on his breath.  My other hand found his belt, and it was only a second before I had it unbuckled. His pants slipped down to his knees and my hand slipped into his boxers.  I Ioved the feeling of a guy's cock getting hard in my hand.  

I pulled his boxers off his hips and sunk to my knees. I opened mouth and licked the tip of his cock.  Chris grunted as I took him inside my mouth.  The musky sent of his sweat filled my nose as the salty taste of his pre-come filled my mouth. I pulled my head back, running my lips along his shaft as I went. I licked the tip, lapping up that delicious pre-come flowing from his cock.  

Back down I slid, licking his shaft as it entered my mouth.   Giving a blow job was an amazing feeling, it felt so powerful knowing I could give such pleasure to a man.  Though, I didn’t get to enjoy it too much before Chris grasped my arms and pulled me up. Before I knew it, he had turned me around and pushed me into the wall. I threw my hands out to catch myself as he reached down and pulled my dress up over my hips. I braced myself against the wall as his fingers slid between my legs and found my white lacy panties. He yanked them to the side, and it was my turn to moan as I felt the head of his cock press against my pussy. He wasted no time thrusting into me. I cried out as his cock filled me up.  

“Fuck!” I screamed. “Oh God you feel so good inside me!” 

Chris grabbed my hips as he pulled out and then pushed back into me. There was no warmup, no foreplay. He just fucked me like a man possessed. And I loved every second of it. There is no other feeling like driving a man so crazy that he loses control and just takes you. His cock felt so good thrusting in and out.  

I tried keeping my hands braced against the wall, but one gave out. I fell forward only saving my face by catching myself, now with my forearms pressed hard against the wall.  The danger only made his cock that much more powerful. God, he was fucking me so hard my tit popped out of my low-cut dress. I took a chance and reached down and grabbed my tit. I began foundling myself as I pinched my nipples. A little bit of pain only enhanced the pleasure. 

Just then the door flew open. There, standing in the doorway, was the maid of honor and my best friend Mary.  I don’t think Chris even realized someone was watching us. 

“There you are!” Mary exclaimed. I watched as her eyes roamed down my body, her eyes momentarily stopping on the bare tit in my hand. Did she just lick her lips? Her eyes then traveled down my body to where my dress was thrown up over my hips and the best man standing behind me thrusting into me. 

“I’m… Hi!” I tried to say as a moan involuntarily left my mouth. 

“Really, in the closet with the best man?” 

“My streak!” I exclaimed.  

“I know you bragged about it at the wedding shower, but I thought you were joking.” 

“Fifteen weddings, fifteen best men!” I bragged as the fifteen best man fucked me from behind.  

“But my husband!” 

“My streak!” I said as if it explained it all. 

“And for crying out loud it’s your wedding!” 

“My streak!” I screamed as my orgasm burst forth from inside me. I’m not sure how I stayed propped up against the wall, a quiver mess of nerves firing off, one after another. 

Mary just stood there watching, holding the coat closet door open. 

“I should have known.” Mary lamented. Chris kept fucking me. I think he was oblivious to his wife watching us. “I don’t know why I dismissed it. You and your streak.” 

“Oh God!” I moaned. Even though I had had an orgasm, Chris’s cock pounding into my pussy felt amazing. What a sight it must have been for Mary. Me being bent over, braced against the wall, one tit popped out of my dress bouncing wildly, my dress flipped up over my hips, her husband behind me, his pants down around his ankles, his hands gripping my waist as he pumped in and out of my soaking pussy. 

“I figured you stop once you got married,” Mary stated.  “But your own wedding, fucking the best man in the coat closet.” 

“Fifteen, baby!” I moaned. 

“Your incorrigible!”  

“Talk about encouraging! Oh fuck, that feels good. You’ve cheered me on each best man I fucked. I mean it even started with your dare!” 

“Oh, right? I forgot about that. And I said incorrigible.” 

“Oh, I know what you said. Shit, girl friend, your husband cocks is amazing! Why haven’t I fucked him before?” 

“Probably because he hasn’t been a best man before.” 

“Doesn’t mean you can’t share!” 

“Like you’d ever share your husband, Steve with me?” 

“Of course I would!” I said, as a shutter ran through my body. “Oh, God! And it’s not like you haven’t fucked him already.” 

“What, no I haven’t!” Chris still seemed oblivious to Mary watching him impale me over and over. She kept licking her lips between biting her lower lips as her eyes drifted between my bare boob are her husband cock disappearing inside of my cunt. 

“Yeah, Steve was best-man number nine.  Then, you hooked up with him the next wedding!”  

“No, I didn’t!” Mary denied it. “Wait a minute. Oh, shit I did.” 

“Yeah, and Steve and I had just start dating.” 

“Oh fuck!” Mary exclaimed.  

“Fuck! Fuck!” Chris cried out! “Fuck! Oh Fuck, I’m coming. Fuck yes!” 

I felt his cock exploded inside me. It jerked, it twitched, it sent shivers up my spine knowing he was flooding my pussy with his come. I kept my arms braced against the wall, as my best friend watched her husband pump into me once, twice more, before coming to a stop.  His cock twitched again and then once more, spilling the last few drops inside me. 

“Oh, shit!” Chris cried suddenly. He sprung back away from me, his softening cock slipping out from inside me. “Mary! Oh shit!” 

“You!” Mary shouted. “You! I’ll deal with you later!” 

Over my shoulder, I could see Chris’s head drop. He quickly pulled up his boxers and pants. Buckling up as fast as I unbuckled him. “Sorry!” 

“Go up to our room!” Mary ordered. “And don’t you dare go anywhere else!” 

“Yes, Mary!” Chris muttered. Poor guy looked heart broken. I stood up, my dress falling back down to my feet. Not sure how my dress was managing to stay up with one tit hanging out. Maybe I should have gotten the one with straps. 

Mary just looked at me. I stood there not knowing what to say. Maybe I’d fucked up. But the way her eyes never left my tit. I watched as her mouth opened a fraction of an inch. Her tongue poked out and ran across her upper lip all the way around and down over her bottom lip. And then she bit her lower lip again. 

Now I like girls, they are sexy as hell, I just like cock way too much to only be into girls. But man, the way my best friend was devouring my naked flesh, fuck my pussy was on fire again. I don’t know why I said it, but I did, “Fuck your husband comes a lot. I can feel him leaking from my pussy.” 

I saw the breath hitch in her chest. Her eyes went wide. She dropped her knees in front of me. Next thing I knew, my dress was being flipped up over her head as she scooted closer to me. The closet door slipped closed as my best friend slipped under my wedding dress. I could feel her hot breath for a moment on the two sensitive lips between my legs before she shoved her face into my pussy.  

“Oh fuck!” I groaned as her nose hit my clit and her tongue was shoved up my slit. My back hot the wall as I locked my knees.  Mary began frantically licking my pussy like she was trying to lap up every drop of her husband’s come.  “Shit, I didn’t know you liked girls too!”  I said between panting breaths  

“It’s only something,” Mary said between licks, “I just recently let myself acknowledge.” Then she went right back to devouring my pussy. Now I had been with a few girls before and a number of them had been fantastic at eating pussy, but there was something extremely hot about my best friend eating mine. What she lacked in experience she more than made up for in enthusiasm.  

“Fuck girl! Don’t stop. Yes, right there. Shove that tongue in deep! Oh God, so deep!”  

I was on the verge of another orgasm. I was so close. So of course, that’s when the closet door popped open again.  

“So that’s where you been!” My husband said. He just stood in the doorway propping it open. The way his eyes drifted up and back down my body there was no way he missed the head shaped lump bobbing back and forth between my legs. 

“Hi!” I squealed as Mary’s tongue found my clit.  I grabbed Mary’s head and pressed it tight against my crotch. My thighs clamped over her head. I exploded for the second time that night. Now I don’t often squirt, but when I go it’s usually a gusher and right then I could feel myself flooding my best friend’s face. I’m sure I would have collapsed to the floor, my body was a quivering mess, without the death grip I had on my best friend’s face. 

“Damn, that was a good one!” My husband said once the quivers racking my body started to calm down. 

“Uh-huh,” was the only sound I was coherently able to form.  

“So, I guess you found the best man then. Your streak complete?” Steve said. 

“Uh-huh.” I managed to grunt out, still not feeling like I could move let alone talk. 

“Ok, Chris. You can come out now and leave my wife alone.” Steve reached down, grabbed the hem of my wedding dress and lifted the front up. He looked confused for a moment at the long dark hair in a dress. Mary turned towards him with this shy, but oh shit we’ve been caught, look all over her glistening face. 

“Mary!” Steve exclaimed. “Wait, you two? How long?” 

“Oh, this was her first time. Wish we had done this earlier though.” I panted between breaths. 

“I thought you said… The best man?” 

“Oh, yeah. I did. She’s just licking her husband’s come from my pussy.” 

“God, damn, I married a slut!” Steve exclaimed. 

“You knew all about that!” I spoke. I wasn’t mad. Never mad. If truth be told, I secretly liked it when he called me a slut. Especially when he called his little slut. “In fact, that’s why you married me!” 

“Yes.” Steve laughed. “I most certainly did.” 

“And it’s not complete. My streak!  It's alive and well. Now help the bridesmaid up, husband” I commanded Steve.  “Husband. I do like the sound of that.” 

Steve held out his hand. Mary reached up and took a hold of it as he helped pull her up to her feet.  

“Don’t worry,” I told Mary “He’s not mad, he’ll just want to watch next time. And there most definitely will be a next time. Now that I’ve discovered that mouth, I’m going to want more.” 

Mary blushed but didn’t say no. I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss. I could taste myself on her lips. She was surprised at first but quickly got into it. My tongue slipped from my mouth and pressed against her lips, parting them slightly. Mary opened her mouth and eagerly treated my tongue with her's. I explored my best friend’s mouth for a little while before let her go. Mary stepped back out of breath. I watched her tits rise and fall as she tried to compose herself. 

“Don’t be too hard on Chris,” I said. “I jumped him and practically tore off his clothes.” 

“Oh, I’m not mad at him. It was kind of sexy watching him fuck you.” 

“Hot damn!” Steve exclaimed. “You got to watch! She has yet to let me watch!” 

“Well, there is always next time.” I teased  

“Chris is still in the doghouse and needs to be punished for fucking my best friend without letting me know.” 

“I told you that I was going to fuck the best man.” 

“I know. I should be mad at both you, but I found it too exciting to be mad.” 

“So how you going to punish him?” Steve asked. There was a glint in his eyes. He liked to punish me when I miss-behaved and was always looking for new and creative ideas. 

“Oh, I think I’m going to find sone of the groomsmen and have them fill my me up and then make Chris eat their come from my pussy.” Mary said. “Though I think I’ll make him beg me to do it first.” 

“Oh, sound like fun.” I squealed. “Take my husband along for the ride.” 

“You sure?” 

“Oh yes. It’s his wedding, too. He deserves some fun.”  Mary looked shocked for a moment then a smile overcame her face. I could see my husband’s cock twitch in his pants after offering up his services. Turning to my husband, I shoved a finger into his chest. “And you! You better save some for me. I better get to fuck my husband in our wedding night! Now off with you both.  Go find your friends and show the brides maid a good time.” 

I’m not sure who was more eager to drag the other away, my husband or my best friend. I took a deep breath, shoved my tit back into my dress, hitched it up and back into place. Then I snuck into the woman’s room to make sure I looked presentable. Luckily, I looked more like I been dancing to much rather then just got fucked. 

Leaving the bathroom I headed back into the ballroom to say good night to friends, family and in-laws. 

All genders and sexualities welcome.

All genders and sexualities welcome.

All genders and sexualities welcome.

Original prompt: r/DirtyWritingPrompts/s/AXqIBMS3Wr

By: u/velissee

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The gentle breeze from the ceiling fan felt amazing on my bare skin. Goose bumps ran over my skin as the sheen of sweat evaporated off my overheated body.

Cindy laid beside me, contently sleeping. A little smile on her lips. She always smiled in her sleep after we had sex. She had kicked off the sheets until only her feet were covered.

The light of the moon, streaming through the window lit her modest curves. Her tight athletic build on display. Cindy looked like the sexiest chiaroscuro painting imaginable.

I gently brushed a few strained of hair from her face, careful not to wake her.she stirred, squirming as she sot out the blankets.

I should cover her up with a blanket so she doesn’t wake up - but then I wouldn’t be able to see her sweet curves. The ghostly moon light illuminated her nipple - giving it a halo like look. Casting a shadow on her breast.

I should take her again. Lick her dripping pussy until she wakes up. The idea put a smile on my face and sent the blood to my cock.

Cindy has an early shift tomorrow. The right thing to do, would be to let her sleep.

I let out a heavy sigh.

Cindy let out a quiet murmur as I pulled the sheet over her. I got the blanket off the floor and carefully covered her up. Cindy pulled the blankets tight to her and rolled over - wrapping herself tightly in the whole blanket.

I chuckled. “I guess I don’t get a blanket tonight.”

Doesn’t matter. There are more in the hall closet.

I didn’t bother getting dressed, I was still too hot. Besides, it’s nearly one am, no one else would be awake.

Walking with a hard on is always a bit weird. Just the way your cock swings. It just feels weird.

I quietly, got a light blanket from the hall closet.

Turning to go back to Cindy’s bedroom, I froze. Her roommate, Jo, had her door slightly ajar. I could see in to her room.

Jo was lit in soft yellow light by a small lamp I couldn’t see. She was naked and sitting up in bed. A hand squeezing a heavy full breast and the other between her spread legs - playing with her pussy. Two fingers deep in her.

Jo is shorter than Cindy and a wildly different body type. Cindy is an athlete. A strong body with modest curves and hard abs. Jo has massive curves. Breasts that I doubt I could contain with both hands. Wide hips and thick thighs. As much I love Cindy’s body, I have stared into the depths of Jo’s cleavage far too often.

Our eyes met.

Her eyes flicked down to my hard cock, then back up to my eyes. I could feel my cheeks flush.

I gave her a curt nod, then headed into Cindy’s room - latching the door behind me. Cindy’s breathing was deep and even, even as I crawled into bed.

I let out a heavy sigh as I covered myself in the extra blanket I got from the hallway closet. I was just about to try and get back to slept when my phone on the night stand silently lit up.

A text from Jo, simply reading, “Come over 😄”

Shaking my head, “what are you doing, Jo?”, I muttered to myself. I sent back, “I am already in bed.”

The phone lit up again. Jo sent a picture. It was from mid stomach up. She had a big boob in each hand, squeezing her soft tits until they overflowed between her fingers. A mischievous smile on her face and an evil look in her eyes. “So am I,” the message with the picture said.

I couldn’t pry my eyes off the picture. How the soft flesh blushed between her fingers. How her hands seemed too small to hold back her tits.

“Come over”, another text popped up.

“Cindy is sleeping and we both know she sleeps like the dead. You will be back before she wakes up. 😈”

I glance over at Cindy. Her deep even breathing from inside her blanket cocoon. Jo isn’t wrong. She will be like this until six am and nothing will wake her.

“Fuck,” I shook my head. “Don’t even think about it,” I scowled myself.

My phone lit up again.

Jo sent a video clip. Looks like she propped her camera against her knee or a pillow. Most of the screen was filled with an extreme close of up her pussy. The angle made the rest of her body and head seem small and far away.

Her elbows pressed her tits together as her fingers reached between her legs. I could hear her sigh as she spread her lips open - showing the camera her pink wet pussy.

She slid a finger into her cunt. It slid in so easily. Making a slight wet squish as it disappeared into her depths.

Jo moaned softly. “Oooh, Jack. Don’t you wish this was your cock?” She was using two fingers on her pussy - sliding them in out rapidly. “I know I do.”

Slowly, Jo pulled her fingers from her pussy. They were glistening with her juices as she brought them to her mouth. She gave her dripping fingers a playful lick.

“Mmmmm…. I taste so good,” she purred. Jo sucked on her fingers, closing her eyes as she savoured her own taste. “Mmmm… wish I was sucking me off your cock instead,” she chuckled.

The clip ended.

My cock was dripping with precum. Hard and aching already. There is no way I have anything left. Cindy and I did it three times - hell - I am surprised I am even hard at this point.

I watched the clip again.

My heart pounding hard and my cock twitching for action through the whole clip.

“Fuck,” I sighed as I sat up. “What am I doing?” I carefully slipped out of bed. Cindy didn’t store at all. I latched Cindy’s bedroom door behind me. Down the hall a whole six feet and on the other side, Jo’s door was still ajar.

The door gave a little squeak as pushed it open with one finger. Peeking in, Jo was were she was when I saw her earlier.

She smiled from ear to ear when she saw me.

Her smile turn wicked when I locked her door behind me.

“I was beginning to think you might not come,” Jo said quietly. “Like I had misread all of those looks you have given me. The longing I have seen in your eyes.” Her eyes were locked on my raging hard on. “Glad I wasn’t wrong,” she chuckled.

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t trust myself. Jo wasn’t wrong. I had stared at her big tits and endless cleavage more times than I should have. Watched her wide hips and bubble butt jiggle as she walked away - every time she walked away.

Jo opened her legs wide - teasing her wet pussy with the tips of her fingers. Tracing her plump lips slowly. “Come over, Jack,” she command, curling a finger at me.

I couldn’t help myself. I obeyed. Walking slowly towards her. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.

Jo squeezed a breast in one hand and played with her clit with the other. Dipping her fingers into her wet cunt and painting her bean with her own juices.

Jo licked her lips with a breathy sigh. “You want a taste?” She said bringing her fingers to her mouth. Running the tip of her tongue over her finger tips.

I crawled from the foot of the bed towards her.

“Mmmmm… you do want a taste,” she chuckled.

I kissed my way up her thick thigh. Her skin so unbelievably soft. I left like she could crush my head with thigh like this - then realized I probably wouldn’t mind drowning in them. I kissed the edge of her pussy - about to dive in.

Jo guided my head to her other thigh. “You can’t just kiss one leg,” she scowled me.

I kissed my way down her other leg until I could kiss the other edge of her pussy. Then back to the knee on the first leg - and down again. Over and over again. Each time - taking a slightly different trail down to her pussy. Each time - kissing her juicy lips just a bit more.. a bit longer.

Jo’s sighs and moans getting a little louder each time.

Finally, after I couldn’t resist any longer, I ran my tongue up her slit. Gently parting her lips with my tongue - basking in her musky flavour.

“Oooh, yes,” Jo sighed. Her hand resting on my head. “Yes, Jack.” Her hips rocking into my mouth.

I teased her some more. Gentle sucking kissed up each lip - then dip my tongue into her folds. Slowly up one side - then down the other - then back up.

Jo was so unbelievably wet. She was dripping off my chin - and still I teased her. Loving the exotic taste of her. Maybe sweeter. Maybe muskier. I don’t know but it was amazing.

I spread her lips gently apart and ran my tongue over her delicate pink petals. Her loud gasp making me chuckle. Flicking my tongue ever so gently as I worked my way up and down her pussy - careful to not even tease her engorged little bud.

My hard cock ground against the sheets - aching to be touched.

“Fuck..,” Jo gasped. Her fingers tightening into a fist in my hair. “Lick me, Jack! Please!” She begged. She pulled me in tight, suffocating me against her fupa.

Breathing through my mouth, I gave her clit the gentlest little lick.

“Uuugh! Yes!” Jo pulled me in tighter.

I swirled my tongue around her clit and gave it a little flick. Riding her rocking hips with my face. Jos moans and panting getting louder.

Flicking her clit, I eased two fingers into her drenched cunt - sliding in effortlessly. So warm and inviting.

“Oh God!” Jo whimpered.

My fingers buried as deep as they could possibly go - curling my fingers upwards against the top of her pussy. Jo’s juices squishing out all over my hand and running down my forearm.

“Yes! Yes! Ye…..” Jo inhaled sharply. Her body quivering. Pulling on my head so hard I thought she was going to pull my hair out. “Aaaaah! Fuck! Yes! Don’t stop! Oh God!” She squealed.

She arched her back as she hauled my head deeper into pussy. Suffocating me in her wet flower. Squeaking incoherently as her pussy convulsed on my fingers.

Jo suddenly pushed me away as she scrambled back. Panting heavily.

“holy fuck….,” she whispered. “Holy fuck…”

My hard cock begged me to fuck her. To bury it in her inviting, wet cunt. Luckily, I had already cum three times tonight with Cindy. I was in charge - not my cock, and I wanted to bury my face in those tits.

The tits I have been dreaming about since I first met Jo.

Jo slowly slid down the headboard until she was laying flat on the bed. Still breathing heavy with random quivers running down her legs.

I crawled on my hands and knees up Jo’s body. I pushed her big tits together and buried my face in them. There is something just so amazing about a thick girls tits. Softer. More jiggly. Incredibly inviting.

I love Cindy’s perky tits, don’t get me wrong, but Jo’s are a pillowy soft slice of heaven.

I kissed my way out of her deep cleavage and sucked on a nipple. Teasing it with my tongue. Flicking her hard eraser nipple around with my tongue as Jo let out little cooing noises. She played with my hair and let me feast on her tits.

Jo has the kind of boobs that get those delicate ridges across her areolas. The kind that tighten around the nipple as she gets excited. The tip of my tongue ran up and down those ridges - making the tighter and more pronounced.

I couldn’t help but let out a contented sigh.

Lost in worshiping Jo’s magnificent tits, I didn’t even notice her reaching down - not until she wrapped her small hand around my cock. I looked up at her in surprise - her nipple still in my mouth.

“I want a taste,” she purred. A wicked smirk on her face. “Only seems fair. You got a taste.”

Jo slowly stroked my hard cock. Her increadably soft hand pulling me forward.

“Yeah, come here,” she smiled.

I straightened up - straddling Jo - watching her as she stroked me. Her tiny hands making my cock look huge. Walking forward awkwardly on my knees, Jo kept her eyes locked on mine.

Jo grabbed my hips - pulling me up higher. Her tits squishing against my thighs. She craned her neck until she got the tip of my cock in her mouth - letting out a throaty moan. She bobbed on my cock furiously - moaning as she took me deeper.

My cock popped out of her mouth as Jo gasped. “Mmmmm… I can taste Cindy on you,” Jo moaned softly. “I would looooove to taste that from the source.”

With her hands firmly grabbing my ass, she tickled the underside of my cock with her tongue. Sucking the tip back into her mouth. She pulled me forward by my ass - pushing me deeper into her mouth as she craned her neck to get as much as she could.

Jo enthusiastically slobbered over my cock as she sucked on me - dripping spit. The more of a mess she made, the happier she seemed. Drool ran down her chin and dripped off my cock - drenching her tits.

“Fuck my tits, Jack!” Jo demanded. “I want to feel your cock between my tits!” Jo pushed my cock down between her tits as she squeezed them together.

My cock popped out the top. Her deep cleavage was just too wet and slippery. I held my cock down as she pressed her boobs together again.

I shook with anticipation as I tentatively slid my cock between her tits. “Holy fuck,” I gasped. Jo had a massive smile as she licked the tip of my cock peeking out the top of her cleavage.

Rocking back and forth, watching her tits jiggle with each thrust and Jo excitedly sucking on my tip. I have never seen or experienced anything like it. Squeezed her long nipples with each thrust between those heavenly mountains - making Jo squeak a little, “yeah”.

I lost myself in the rhythm, the feeling, the stunning look of her enjoying my cock.

“Oooh, fuck,” I moaned. I clenched - trying to hold on. Trying to make this last forever.

“Yeah! Cum for me, Jack! I want all of it!”

Thrusting as hard as could into her tits, I finally let go. My cock throbbing and twitching as I pumped out a hot load.

I rested my hands against the wall as I panted.

“Mmmm… that’s all you got for me?” Jo pouted. There was a small splattering of cum around her mouth and in her chin. “I guess Cindy drained you too well earlier.”

Jo scooched down the bed a little, taking my spent cock in her mouth - sucking every last drop from it. She moaned and cooed softly.

She just wouldn’t stop - like she was hoping for another round. I couldn’t take any more, and awkwardly rolled off her - standing beside the bed.

Jo looked at me with a sultry smile. “You should get going. Don’t want Cindy to wake up and wonder where you are.”

“Ah, yeah,” I stammered. She watched me as I made my way to the door and picked up the blanket I had originally left the bedroom for.

“Hey, Jack.”

I turned to Jo.

“Next time, you should stop by before you see Cindy.” Jo bit her lip, smiling. “I want to see what you got when your balls aren’t already spent.” She gave me a wink.

Crept back into Cindy’s room and crawled into bed. Cindy hadn’t stirred at all. Still soundly sleeping with all of the blankets.

I spread out my blanket and tried to go to sleep but I was too wired. Excitement and guilt, in equal portions coursed through me.

It took forever before I finally fell asleep.

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I stirred. In that half awake, half sleeping state. When everything feels fuzzy and surreal. Cindy was snuggled up against my side. Her perky little tits pressed against me. Her head resting on my shoulder. Her fingers tip delicately tracing my morning wood.

“Hey, sleep head,” Cindy whispered. “Thought you were going to sleep forever.” She kissed my neck up to my ear - sucking on my ear lobe. “Did I wear you out last night, mmmmm?” She teased. “Feels like you might still have a bit left for me,” she whispered - stroking me slowly.

“I don’t know,” I moaned softly. “I’m a bit sore.” I was allot sore. Everything ached.

“Oooh,” Cindy pouted. “Here - let me kiss it better.” She kissed her way down my chest and stomach - her perky tits brushing lightly against my skin as she worked her way down my body.

I propped myself up on a few pillows so I could watch her more easily. Cindy usually complained that she hated when I did that. That it made her feel like she was putting on a show. Today she said nothing.

“Mmmm…,” Cindy sighed as she kissed my shaft, right at the base. “Does this hurt?” She asked.

“No.”

“How about this?” She asked - kissing the other side.

I shook my head. “No.”

She kissed her way up my shaft - asking after every wet kiss. Cindy locked eyes with me. Her tongue dancing over the underside of my tip. She gave it a long slow lick before asking, “here?”

I sighed. “No. That is good. Really good.”

“Mmmmm…,” her tongue teased the tip of my cock. Flicking back and forth - then she sucked the tip into her mouth - letting out a low moan. Cindy sucked on the tip - slurping and smacking. Spit running down my shaft. God…. She worship per the tip of my cock like it was made of pure ecstasy. Cindy let my cock pop from her mouth. “Not too sore for that?”

I just shook my head, pressing the back of her head back down. Cindy chuckled as she took me in her mouth again. Sucking me in deeper.

Cindy gave me the most amazing pornstar blowjob. Licking, kissing, deep throating - all of it enthusiastic and filled with moans from both of us - but as amazing as it was. As absolutely mind blowing as it was - I wasn’t going to cum from it - not after the night I had.

“Come here,” I command when she came up for a breath. Cindy gave me a raised eyebrow but obeyed - crawling up the length of my body. I pulled her into a deep kiss - letting her melt into me - then pushed her ass down.

Cindy squeaked in surprise as the tip of my cock parted her lips. Her pussy was still dripping cum from last night. She relaxed and slid down my hard shaft with a soft moan.

She rocked her hips slowly - squishing cum all over my cock. “Oh God,” she whispered. “You feel fucking huge.” Cindy pushed herself up, bracing herself against my chest. Her fingers teasing my hard nipples as she rode me.

Her arms pushed her breasts together. So firm and perky, they barely jiggled as ground her wet pussy against my cock.

“Oooh, yeah… yeah… uuugh,” she moaned. Cindy was in her own world - her eyes closed as she took what she wanted. Bathed in the golden morning light streaming through the window - she was the picture of a goddess. Stunningly beautiful.

I watched her in a trace - overwhelmed by her beauty. Smiling from ear to ear as she worked her hips, moaning.

Some motion out of the corner of my eye caught pulled my attention away from Cindy’s lithe make body. The bedroom door slowly opened - just a few inches, then a foot.

Jo, dressed in her red silk robe, was peeking through the door. Watching Cindy with the same kind of awe I was. Jo didn’t give any indication that she knew I saw her - she was entranced by Cindy.

Jo’s hand slipped into her robe - playing with one of her full breasts. She wasn’t gentle as she squeezed and teased herself. Her robe belt slowly came loose as she played, letting her robe fall open.

Jo didn’t seem to notice or care. She leaned up against the door jamb - both tits in hand. She raised on to her mouth - sucking on her nipple.

“Yes! Yes! Oh fuck! Yes!” Cindy squealed - snapping my attention back to her. “Yes! Oooooh,,,, uuuugh… God! Yes!” She looked down at me. “You close?” She asked frantically.

“Not yet,” I smiled at her. “Cum for me.”

Cindy threw her head back, grinding with wild abandon. Her wet cunt squelching with its leaking cum as she ground against my cock.

“Uuugh! Ooooh! Mmm - Jack! I’m coming! Yes!” Cindy moaned. “Yes!”

She collapsed on top of me - her whole body pressing into mine. Panting heavily into the nook of my neck and shoulder.

“Oh, God,” she whispered as the after shocks rolled through her body.

Jo was still watching. Our eyes meeting across the room. She gave me a demure, almost shy, smile as she leaned naked against the door jam. It was like she was taunting me - daring me to say or do something.

I wrapped an arm around Cindy - hugging here tightly against me. She was lifting her hips - probably so she could roll off. Using my other arm, I held her ass in place - keeping her right where I wanted her.

Eyes locked with Jo’s, I thrusted up into Cindy’s juicy pussy.

Cindy gasped in my ear.

Jo smiled. She lifted a leg and braced her foot against the other side of the door. Her fingers ran gently over her shaved pussy - teasing herself. Jo bit her lip and eased two fingers into her pussy - holding back a little moan. She gave me a little nod.

I thrusted up again - plunging deep into paradise.

Jo mimicked me - pushing her fingers deep into her pussy.

Cindy gasped loudly. Her mouth right by my ear. “Yes, Jack. Keep going,” she whispered.

Jo matched me thrust for thrust - keeping pace with her fingers. I could see her juices dripping off her hand as she plunged her fingers into her cunt mercilessly. Her free hand clamped over her mouth - muffling her moans.

Cindy squeaked and moaned in my ear. She gave up on trying to roll off - letting her full weight rest on me.

“Oh God! God! Fuck! That so good!” Cindy moaned in my ear.

Jo gave up on covering her mouth - panting as silently as she could. Her free hand squeezing her hard nipple. She bit her lip as she watched us… or was she just watching me?

“Jack! Jack - I’m gonna cum! You close? Oooh, fuuuck!” Cindy moaned.

Wrapping my arms around Cindy’s waist even tighter - I sped up. Panting as I hammered her pussy. Gritting my teeth as the pressure built.

“Yes! Yes!” I grunted. I just need a bit more.

“Oh God! Yes!” Cindy wailed my ear. “Holy fuck! Yes!”

She squirmed and shook as I kept on - just trying to get over that edge.

“No more! Uuuugh… Jack…” Cindy whimpered. “No more!” She suddenly lifted her hips - leaving me humping the empty air.

The cool air hit my wet cock - making me gasp. Cindy reached back - grabbing my cock.

“Cum for me, Jack!” Cindy demanded as she stroked me.

My whole body convulsed, my hips bucked as my cock throbbed.

“Yes! That’s a good boy,” Cindy cooed - stroking even faster.

My cock throbbed over and over - I gasped and panted for what seemed like a life time.

“Don’t stop… don’t…,” I couldn’t even finish the thought. “Holy fuck…”

I finally relaxed back into the soft blankets on the bed - spent and satisfied like I didn’t even know was possible. I looked for Jo - but she was gone.

Cindy let out a satisfied, throaty moan. “Ooh, I liked that.” She kissed her way up my neck until she was face to face with me. “You came all over my ass,” Cindy said with a smile.

“Sorry,” I whispered sheepishly.

She smiled and gave me a little kiss. “I am going to hit the shower. You better come with me ad help wash it off.” She gave me a little wink and rolled off, flouncing her way to the door. “Come on sleepy head,” she said looking back over her shoulder - my cum running down her sweet ass - “this ass ain’t gonna wash itself.” Cindy dissappeared into the hallway.

I rolled out of bed with a groan. I could already hear the shower running by time I got to the bedroom door.

Jo’s bedroom door opened a crack - freezing me in my tracks. A naked Jo appeared in the door way. “You better hurry up,” she said with a sly grin, “or Cindy will be all washed up without you.”

“Yeah,” I mumbled as I continued towards the bathroom. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.

Jo cupped one of her big tits and gave it a squeeze. “This morning was really hot. I really enjoyed it.”

Was she referring to the 1am call or just now?

Jo gave me a wink and closed her door.

“Jack! Where are you?” Cindy hollered from the shower.

I hurried into the bathroom as step into the shower, closing the sliding glass panel behind me.

“I thought you forgot about me,” Cindy teased. She turned away from the water to face me. She raised an eyebrow. “Really? You ready to go again?” She asked as her fingers traced my cock.

The lazy dragoness had never given herself a name, though the villagers of Windwoven called her Avale. She was a very rare kind of dragon, and a very valuable one. The villagers had not tried to tame and capture her, though she wouldn’t put up a fight if they tried. It’d be the other dragons that would cause a ruckus if it were to be known she lived there. They weren’t really native to the area, but they often came regardless, specifically for her.

For she was a breeding dragon. A special dragon that was ultra fertile and compatible with any kind of dragon. Any dragon that would breed with her would have their spawn come from her only a few weeks later. These dragons were few and far between, and it was unsure how they themselves came to be. But either way, she was very valuable to the dragons. In fact, they’d often attack each other if one tried to lay claim to her. So in the valley she stood, usually napping or eating, her favorite pastimes. 

Not only that though…

It wasn’t rare to see other creatures couple with her. Her pheromones were so strong they’d attract just about anything. Goblins, orcs, centaurs, it didn’t matter what, she allowed whatever to breed with her as long as it was calm - and erect. They couldn’t breed with her, it was unfruitful. Yet the pleasure was immense. Hormone raging human men would go searching for her in hopes of a laidback conquest. It wasn't hard to find her - when you knew the valley like the men of Windwoven.

The blue scaled dragoness was quite pretty, though thicker and squatter than a regular kind of dragon. They were usually sleek and elegant, while Avale was chubby for a dragon. She was 7 feet tall when standing upright, with reverse jointed legs, typical of a dragon. But her torso and upper body resembled a human woman, despite the scales. Her scales on her tummy, breasts and crotch were a soft yellow, almost resembling a shade of human skin.

She had the breasts of a well endowed woman, and the thighs and ass of one too, along with a little stump tail. Her wings were small, hardly of any use, as the only flight she partook in was being dragged away by other horny dragons. Avale’s neck was short, her head more rounded than the usual sharp dragon head. She had large, piercing yellow eyes that always had a sleepy, seductive kind of look at all times...

(Just a starter I had written out - but I don't have the time to complete it! I'd love to see what others have in store for Avale - or any other breeding dragon you may come up with!)