Wedding Belles 5 (Patreon)

“That’s it,” Cannon groaned, shoving his rigid member up to the balls between Toy’s succulent thighs. “Take my cock, you sweet little bitch! Couldn’t stay away, could you? Had to know what it tasted like, that cunt that took me away from you. I knew you’d want to try Elena, even if you had to start while she was sleeping!”

Elena stared at the grip Cannon had on Toy’s luscious ass. As she watched, he took one hand off her waist and pressed it down between her shoulder blades, making sure she lowered herself down to lick devotedly at Elena’s womanhood. Shifting her gaze, she locked eyes with Cannon. He grinned at her—enjoying having Elena there as much as he was having Toy on his cock.

“Yeah, hold that nice round ass still for me—let me fuck it! And keep licking that pussy you wanted so bad while I jam my dick into yours—take it—take it!”

The Asian’s educated tongue resumed its drumming rhythm and Elena was quickly consumed by it once more, rolling her hips against Toy’s buried face, her thighs sliding up and down the other woman’s head.

“Beautiful bitches, the two of you,” Cannon panted. “Juicy little cunts to lick and suck… and those sweet asses… those big tits… you love my cock whether you’re watching it or getting it, don’t you? Toy, you like this dick even more than you like eating that pussy… I can feel you getting off on both… clenching on my cock every time she gushes into your mouth…”

Toy moaned her agreement into Elena’s wet cunt, then gave teasing, tantalizing pressure to Elena’s clit. It was too much for the blonde to take. Quivering, she let go of Toy’s head and fell back across the bed, her hips undulating like a dancer’s, her pelvis demanding to be as close as possible to Toy’s pleasuring mouth.

“I—I’m coming!” she wailed. Fireworks went off deep inside her womanhood, pinwheels of delirious enjoyment that started in her clit and showered into her tumultuous belly and even sparkled in her tightening anus. “Fuck her, Cannon—fuck her while she’s going down on me! Ahh! Make her come like I’m coming—HNNNHH!”

Toy lifted her dripping face from Elena’s almost sizzling womanhood, then sighed in her own explosive rapture, thrusting herself back upon Cannon’s impaling length. The Chinese threw her head back as she came, then twisted from side to side. Elena stared at her grimacing face and the mesmerizing sway of her rolling breasts.

Like a workman satisfied he’d finished a difficult job, Cannon stopped hammering away at Toy. He slipped out of her, and as though his still-hard prick had been the only thing holding her up, Toy fell to one side, gasping on the sodden sheets like a fish out of water.

Elena barely noticing. She was staring at Cannon, his naked body and his brutal erection and the wetness of Toy’s cunt that more than shimmered on his cock—it dripped off his endowment like grease from a piece of meat. It, and Cannon, had left Toy forgotten. Now he was entirely directed at his fiancé.

“Your turn,” he said to Elena. He roughly opened up Toy’s legs, the defeated woman willingly allowing him to pose her—if there was any will left in her submission to him. “There she is. Go to it. Return the favor. And I’ll fuck you like I just fucked her. Even if her tongue didn’t do enough to lube you up, her cunt got my dick plenty wet. It’ll go right in no matter how tight you are. And you didn’t look like a virgin just now.”

Barraged by his words, Elena snapped to do as he said the moment Cannon stopped talking. Her heart thumped. She felt her own wetness flooding her cunt, replacing Toy’s saliva with a burning heat she knew her man would just love.

Elena knelt between Toy’s legs, running her fingers up and down the sculpted muscles that ran from thighs to calf as she gazed rapturously into the slit that Cannon had just fucked her. She was enthralled by how Cannon fucked her own body—seeing what he’d done to something else struck her less as infidelity and more as a kink, a debauched new sexual position.

Toy’s vulva was like her own: burnished scarlet by the rutting, dripping wet. Elena caressed the supple thighs and angled her body so that her head was between them while her ass was up in the air, presented to Cannon and his engorged cock and his bloated balls. She was offering herself to both of them, taking both of them, and her howling body returned to the feeling of overpowering she was used to from Cannon alone. More of it now. She was so much more overwhelmed than when she’d had just one lover.

She was going to perform oral sex on someone who wasn’t her husband to be, but she’d be doing it while Cannon also fucked her. Elena had learned to love another woman’s body from what Agatha had taught to her. Now she would come full circle—enjoying both male and female at once. Her lesbian experience hadn’t alienated her from Cannon. It’d allowed her to derive more pleasure than ever from her relationship with him.

Quivering, Elena bent down for her first taste of Toy’s silken belly, tipping the end of her tongue into her tiny navel. Toy twitched, her hips pitching upward, her well-used vulva opening a ways and sending its scent spiraling up into Elena’s nostrils. Elena brushed her lips across the sparse pubic hair, then down into the damp coils, pushing them down until her mouth was against the glossy labia of Toy’s sex.

She tasted Cannon’s familiar flavor there, a musk in the midst of all Toy’s exotic femininity that perversely thrilled her. Both at once, just like Elena was sandwiched between Madame Toy and her beloved Cannon.

Elena pressed more firmly into Toy’s throbbing snatch, kissing it, and as she did, Cannon set his bulging glans against her vulva. Pushing into her even as she was tonguing into Toy. While she drove her tongue into Toy’s folds, Cannon forced his way into her. Both went as deep as they could into hot, juicy slits. All three of them were joined then, deliciously intermingled, flesh on flesh on flesh.

While Cannon pumped his hard manhood into Elena’s taking pussy, she nuzzled deeper into Toy’s rippling sex, polling its response with her teeth and tongue. When she had pushed her tongue inside of Toy as far as she could get it, licked everywhere she could on the velvet walls, she pulled her tongue back into her mouth.

The withdrawal pulled Toy’s vulva away into her mouth with her tongue and Elena sucked it gently, drawing the warm taste of Toy’s juices into her mouth and swallowing it greedily.

Beyond even the heady pleasures of Toy’s opening was her clitoris, lunging from its hood to greet Elena’s exploring tongue. The size of Toy’s bud surprised Elena; it was much bigger than hers and a giant compared to what Agatha’d had.

By pressing down at the apex of Toy’s slit, Elena was able to get the vibrating button in-between her lips and she held it there where her tongue could toy with it to her heart’s content.

Behind her, Cannon grunted with every thrust into her seething womanhood. “Elena—fuck—hot and juicy—cunt’s overflowing—feel how wet you are all the way down to my knees! Ahh! Tight… even my big cock can’t open you up too far… take it, Elena! Give that pussy to me!”

She shoved her ass up to him, pistoning herself back as hard as he was stroking into her. All while continuing to gnaw the pulsing clit held between her teeth. Toy’s pelvis jittered and her luscious thighs jerked uncontrollably. The Chinese shrieked lowly and pounded the bed with her hands as her mind was washed away by a tidal wave of sexual delight.

Holding her breath, Elena shook in her own climax. Felt the boiling cascade of Cannon’s seed when he finished with her pussy, and it seemed to happen a long time after her orgasm. She came—seemed to come more, somehow, than she had already been orgasming—as Cannon fed her lust with thick streams of his hot cum.

It overflowed from Elena’s stuffed cunt despite how spacious she felt, reamed out by him two times in one day. Spilling down her crotch and over her thighs to once more mar the bedsheets in heavy puddles. Elena knew she would be buying new ones. Cannon’s cum was like him, burning hot and dense and so much of it. It never rained but it poured and what Cannon came on, he didn’t simply stain, he inundated. Perhaps that was why Elena was his. Had been since the first time he’d fucked her.

Cannon pulled out of Elena and she gasped in relief, even her willing body taxed by the demands he’d placed on it. Despite how submissive her whorishness was, she could barely take the pain of his pleasure. She gargled when he slapped his half-hard cock down on her splayed buttocks, even that too much for her.

“Now get out, Toy… we’re done with you…”

Toy seemed well-used to the training Elena was now undergoing. She picked herself up with barely a tremor, even though she could not hold back her gaze from enviously going to the fallen Elena and the massive endowment that seemed to pin her slight body down.

“And I am done with you—for now,” she said, taking her leave.

Elena nearly slipped unconscious as she had before when Cannon had finished with her, but she didn’t. She concentrated on the heft of his manhood across her buttocks and the ravaged feel of her sore pussy and the sweat still cooling all over her aching body.

She’d been roughed up considerably, but she hadn’t been totally overwhelmed as she once would’ve been. Even Toy and Cannon together couldn’t totally defeat her.

And she found herself missing that onslaught that so easily conquered her virginal sexuality. No matter how used to grew to Cannon’s fucking, how experienced a lover she became, she was too inherently submissive to ever want to be Cannon’s equal. She wanted a return to the service she had done for him before: giving herself to him though it meant the oblivion of all her willpower.

She wanted her man to fuck all her independence away, just like a good husband should.

“No one else to satisfy now, dear,” Elena said. “So give it to me again. I’m ready to be your cock-holster some more…”

Cannon turned her over and looked down at her pussy with undisguised lust. It was a luscious triangle of darkly tempting hair, the cloudy blackness of her thatch not disguising but embellishing her inviting vulva, pink and delicious looking. Her clit stood out clearly among the bushy coils, tingling and looking like pure pleasure made flesh.

Lustful juices seeped down into the cleft of Elena’s upturned ass, further soaking the bedspread underneath that had already borne the impact of his cum. Elena rolled her hips invitingly and spoke as Cannon had never imagined he would hear her sweet, girlish voice talking.

“Shove that big cock into me, lover, fill me full of hot dick, I want it all…”

Cannon sank his knees down onto the bed, mounting it between Elena’s widespread thighs. His massive cock had returned to life if it’d ever been defeated into the first place, now looming over her slit like a club held up high, threatening a blow that Elena dearly looked forward to.

He fisted his hand around the thick base of his prick and pushed it down, down into Elena’s dark thatch, down to her vulva. He circled his wrist, rubbing the glans of his member around Elena’s folds and across her smoldering clit. Sampling its wetness and smearing his own thick precum onto her lips like he was marking her womanhood’s exterior as much as he had filled it up inside.

Elena squirmed across the mattress, whimpering up at him. “Put that beast inside me,” she begged—normally too self-respecting to, but knowing this was the only way Cannon would let her have it. And that he would always give her what she pleaded for.