Wedding Belles 3 (Patreon)

Time passed. Cannon came for her, as Elena had known he would, and he rescued her from her willing captivity. He took her back to the mainland to marry her and Elena was delighted to find that she responded to him as readily as ever, despite her newfound taste for lesbian sex.

In fact, she seemed more amorously receptive than ever, as if Agatha had taken away whatever inhibitions remained in her, heightening the hunger that Cannon so enjoyed sating for her.

Once, Elena suspected, the proximity of their nuptials would’ve scared her off so wantonly coupling with Cannon—reminding her that it was improper to do so in the first place. But, perversely enough, the closer they came to the wedding, the more they fucked.

Elena had been meant to go cake tasting, but instead she’d chosen one at random over the phone so that now, she could cry out blissfully, fucking her wet cunt frantically onto Cannon’s driving, tireless cock.

“Oh, kiss me!” she squealed, her naked ass on top of the same endtable the house phone stood on, her skirt flipped up to allow Cannon between her legs. She’d still been making the phone call when Cannon had come up behind her and gotten it out of the way, first pressing his bulging erection against her pert ass, then skimming her panties down her unmoored stockings.

Elena had very quickly picked a nice-sounding name for their cake selection and then moved on to the far more pressing matter of Cannon’s zipper.

Cannon leaned over her heaving young body and pressed his mouth to hers. Elena threw her arms around his shoulders and thrust her hips as passionately as she could against his body, sucking his tongue while her cunt strangled his prick.

“Kiss my tits!” she cried, her pumping ass nearly rattling the phone off its seat. Cannon put a hand on the case to hold it down, though he was too occupied with rutting her to put the handset back in its cradle. Elena heard the operator’s tinny voice instructing them to hang up and try again…

Cannon ignored her and obeyed Elena’s wishes. He dug his teeth into her ripe tits right through her blouse, all while still slamming his big cock into her squirming pussy. Harriet swooned with pleasure, rutting him with her soaking cunt as much as he was ramming into her.

“FUCK ME!” she squealed, torn between her appreciation of having him inside her and how much she loved to feel the friction of him sliding back out of her clenching hole. “Fuck the hell out of my pussy! I want your load! Fill me with cum! OHHHHH! I’M COMMMMMMMING…”

Cannon could keep pace with her skyrocketing lusts, but her own body couldn’t. It betrayed her, much as it had when Agatha had held her prisoner, and Elena all but passed out once she got Cannon’s seed.

Dutifully, he carried her limp form to the bedroom, where he set her down softly to sleep off her own ecstasy. She whined in her sleep—wishing she could revive herself to clean his cock of all the cum that had made it out of her pussy, but Elena was just too tired and the aftershocks of her orgasm dragged her into a sated slumber.

Cannon watched her sleep a moment, gratified at a job well-done. He didn’t know about Elena’s treatment at Agatha’s hand, nor did he care why his bride had become so uninhibited. He was still able to satisfy her desires, even as they mounted beyond her body’s ability to keep up. Nothing else mattered to him.

His love for her burned cold, but endlessly. He would give her what she wanted. After all, she’d given him the undying gift of having a taste for his own brute lovemaking. Cannon had never before known a girl so pure and innocent who could also hold such wanton urges. The paradox made her the perfect match for him.

The doorbell rang, disturbing Cannon’s equilibrium and temporarily rousing Elena back towards her desire for more. Cannon hurriedly stepped out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind him, tucking away his limp cock and zipping up his fly as he went to the front door. Wiping his soiled fingers on his jeans, he opened the door. And, like a fantasy come to life, there was Madame Toy.

“What do you want?” Cannon asked.

It was a mark of his stoicism that he could all but ignore Toy despite her wearing a dress that was more like a peignoir, its glossy transparency holding loosely to the firm body underneath. Filmy material showing off all of her petite stature, from the surprisingly large mounds of her bust to the jutting ass that her trim hips struggled to accommodate, it was so surpassingly wide and rounded. Though her body might be ripcord thin, it had curves enough for any skin magazine.

“How about a drink?” Toy cooed, and giggled delightedly when Cannon turned on his heel to go to the liquor cabinet.

He poured for both of them. Toy was quick to pick up her glass, as though he might retract his generosity.

“To marital bliss,” she toasted.

“To fucking,” Cannon retorted, and drank.

Toy blushed pleasurably and took her own long draught. Her pussy was wet under her dress. She was sure her dress wasn’t doing anything to hide that from Cannon—not that he needed to look that far down to see it. If he couldn’t smell it in the air, he could see it on her face. The nearness of her handsome American was getting Toy off, like it always did.

“Is that all you came here for? To congratulate me on a ring around the finger?” Cannon asked dubiously.

“No. I want to have one last taste of you while you’re still a free man.”

“Is that so?”

Toy set her hands on her hips. “Do you think I dress this way for anyone, Cannon?”

“You never could take my cock before. Not really. I think you want one last shot at the title before I retire. Undefeated.”

“Retire,” Toy sniffed disdainfully. “I never failed to get your cock—or anything else I needed from you.”

“Do you want another drink?” Cannon asked, apropos of nothing.

“No, it’s too strong, it’ll go to my head.”

“Then we oughta just fuck.”

She opened her arms. He finished his drink and accepted her invitation—if it could be described as that and not her response to their curious brand of foreplay.

His lips crushed down on hers. As soon as he felt her enthusiastic response, his passion grew brutal. He bore her to the ground and mounted her. His hands tore open her peignoir and groped for her plump breasts. He caressed them roughly, as if to mock Toy with how she enjoyed such mean treatment.

Her nipples ended up tensed like tiny pebbles. Then he grabbed for her pussy. It was sopping wet, shocking even Cannon, who’d seen how damply it glistened from the outside. He still wasn’t expecting the ocean he found when he fingered her.

Cannon grinned mercilessly. “Think you can steal me away from the wife? Getting off on the idea. That pussy I’ve had time and time again is no temptation. But I am going to have one last go at it. Just so you can have something to fantasize about when you go back to lezzing with Sue Smith.”

He sank two fingers deep into her cunt. Toy’s inner muscles held them fiercely, but not so tight that he couldn’t pump them in and out of her. Fucking her already. Making her come already.

“Ooohh… would it make a difference… if I had brought her?” she cooed in Cannon’s ear. Her tongue followed what she’d said, licking into his ear canal, sending shivers of naked delight inching down his spine.

“It’d take me longer to fuck the both of you,” Cannon answered bluntly, stroking along the roof of Toy’s cunt until he touched her G-spot. She shuddered deliriously and he took his fingers away, caressing other parts of her folds instead. “Then I’d finish and go back to my wife.”

Toy gritted her teeth. Another taunt. As good as it felt for him to finger her, now she wished he would touch her spot again. Cannon was withholding, making her come but not as fast or as thoroughly as he could. She knew that was reserved for his bride. She was just a slut he would get off for his own tawdry amusement.

And she’d known that going in. It was why she’d been so wet just standing on his doorstep.

Her words grew bold. The sheer audacity of what she was doing had Toy trembling with passion. “Mmm… it’d feel good, not having your cock, if I got to see you using it on Sue. Where is your cock? I want it. I want it making me feel good.”

Cannon came up to his feet and stripped off his clothes. “Too bad. I’m not making you feel good. I’m making me feel good. You’re just too big a slut not to enjoy it.”

His prick sprang out, long and hard, and Toy’s eyes sparkled to see it. “You’re right, Cannon. I am a slut. Any woman would be made a slut by that beautiful cock. My cunt gets hungry just looking at it.”

“If Sue were here, I’d make you wait now. Watch while I fucked her instead.”

“But since she’s not here, oh lovely Cannon?”

“Your cunt gets fed now.”

He came down on her naked body, taking only a moment to commit the sight of it to memory. Her firm, hard-nippled breasts and the sparse black thatch where what little pubic hair she had marked her a woman, as if the rest of her body left any doubt.

Cannon felt more determined by the minute. He wasn’t just going to fuck her. He was going to brand her with the unshakable conviction that his cock was the best she’d ever had—and wishing that she were Elena, who would get to feel it every night.

He took his prick in hand and guided it to Toy’s slit. She nudged her womanhood up to meet him. The tip of his cock slipped inside on the waterfall of lust that had come out as he’d fingered her. The rest of his shaft went straight into her pussy and despite how he’d bragged about riding her so many times, Cannon was not prepared for the ecstatic pressure of being inside her this time.

“Unnnhh! FUCK! Feels like you aren’t going to let me out again, Toy.”

“Oohh! Yesss! Perhaps not! My cunt feels… GGGHH! You’re magnificent! Magnificent! The way you fuck me…”

Toy broke off into a keening wail, her speechless need driving Cannon to a superhuman effort. He pistoned his dick in and out of her—long, deep, powerful thrusts designed to reduce her resistance to nil, to leave her feeling nothing but ecstasy. Lusty groans escaped her throat as her inner muscles kneaded his throbbing prick, trying to do the same to him.

But Cannon hadn’t once yet given in to Toy before she’d surrendered to him. Already, he’d stripped away all her defenses, relinquishing his own humanity to vanquish hers. Now, both of them were operating on pure, primordial lust.

“GGH! YESSSSS!” Toy’s crotch thrust up to him like she was trying to buck him off, an impression refuted by how possessively her hot slit wrapped around his member.

They rutted into each other, Toy fighting a losing battle to prove she could withstand as much pleasure as he was punishing her with. But Cannon’s engorged manhood was equally doomed to lose the contest. Toy’s tight, roiling sex was too much for any man to endure without surrendering his seed to her. And such frenzied coupling couldn’t last for long, even with the most resolute stamina brought to bear.

As Toy came for the eleventh time and convulsed around him, Cannon jolted and began to spurt. “AGGH! UNNH!”

Toy’d been fucked long past the bounds of satisfaction. Now she felt Cannon jerk and throb, heard his cry of release. His rhythm broke only slightly as he was racked with the tremors of his ejaculations. Toy felt bolt after bolt of hot cum fill her cunt fuller and fuller. Cannon fucked even harder than he had been before, now that his cock was at a boil. He finally let himself be out of control as he finished.

At the moment of Cannon’s first jetting, Toy felt yet another climax ravage her, right on the heels of the previous one. She didn’t even need to rub her clit this time. Her well-satiated cunt sent enough wild sensations to her mind to reignite the inferno that was still warming her soft body.

She jerked: her opening thrilled and clutched at Cannon’s spurting member. She felt his hardness every time her sex jerked, every time his maleness jumped inside her. As his cum washed through her, her slit closed and tightened on his cock. It held him tightly while her orgasm took over, centering her whole body on his hard dick, wringing and milking its fullness until he had no more to give her.

Then Cannon rolled off of her. But Toy felt great. Her intellectual awareness that she’d been his willing bitch for the last time could not compete with the sexual satisfaction he’d filled her with.

“God, Cannon, that was wonderful,” she managed to say. “When will we do it again?”

“Never. You asked for it and you got it. If you can’t remember what it feels like by now, you never will.”

Toy stretched out, not bothering to conceal her sex or how much he’d stuffed it. She left her legs lying obscenely open while Cannon picked himself up. The soft afterglow of being fucked hard filled her even fuller than his seed.

“Is that so?” she asked him, smiling as he sat down heavily in an easy chair, letting his fatigue ease him into needed sleep.

Toy could admit it. She’d been worried at the prospect that her salad days of having Cannon whenever she liked—or, more often, whenever she really and truly needed him—were ending. If it really was the finish, she would want a last taste.

But even more, she wanted an assurance that wedding band or bare finger, she’d still find a hard cock waiting for her whenever she saw him. And the sex she’d gotten told her this wasn’t going to be the last time she enjoyed his delightful fucking. Not by a long shot.