Wedding Belles 6 (Patreon)

Cannon probed into her with his cockhead, tempting Elena just enough with the prospect of being full, then stopping exactly when she thought she was going to be impaled. She rolled her hips impatiently, eager to have him in her up to the brim, but Cannon jerked his hips back from her, leaving only the tip of his length to satisfy her.

Elena rocked her hips and tried to pull him in by suction. Her vulva sucked on his purple knob, shucked over it and collared his shaft. But now that she was the only woman in the room, Cannon was intent on getting all the supplication he needed from her.

What he didn’t know, though, was that there was another woman on her way.

Agatha had been long gone when her employer’s island headquarters blew sky high. It had taken her long weeks to regroup and make her way back to Elena, that last, formidable objective she’d finally been denied.

Now she slipped inside Elena’s house: mind made up that if she must lose out on the fortune Gower had been paying her, she would at least keep the prize she’d claimed for herself. But she had no way of knowing that her prize was being claimed as greedily as Agatha ever could’ve intended, and enjoying it so much that her satisfaction would soon change Agatha’s life forever.

Agatha was dressed to seduce Elena—she wore only a short, black negligee. The sheer fabric did almost nothing to cover her lush voluptuousness. The hemline ended just where her thighs began, leaving constant hints at her golden pubic hair flashing with each step.

She walked through the house until she heard sounds within the bedroom—softly whispered words and what sounded like gasps. Quietly, Agatha turned the knob and opened the door a crack. A dim light from the lamp on Elena’s nightstand changed the darkness’ shade. Agatha peeked into the room, following the light to the bed, where its glow was fiercest, putting lines and shapes on what hid in the shadows.

Agatha’s heartbeat suddenly raced. She saw Elena and Cannon on the bed, naked, wrapped in each other’s arms. Cannon’s mouth held the protruding nipple of Elena’s left breast. Agatha couldn’t move, her eyes glued to the two lovers. She watched in fascination as Elena lovingly pumped the stiff erection of Cannon’s manhood, her soft fingers traipsing from its tip to its base.

Those fingers that had pleasured Agatha’s pussy now on Cannon’s member! It was unbelievable to Agatha and yet it excited her… In fact, her sex quickly ran with her arousal. She thought about how she’d fucked Elena and wondered if Cannon felt the same thrill in satisfying her. She hoped so. Agatha was quite fond of Elena; she liked the thought that the brunette enjoyed everything Cannon did to her.

Agatha’s skin flushed with desire. She also liked the thought of watching this fuck of Elena’s; seeing her wild pleasure without the responsibility to put it on her face. And she wanted to see Cannon pitch his massive erection into Elena—the one thing Agatha herself couldn’t do to her.

Agatha’s breasts heaved as she stared, her breath pumping in and out the same way Cannon would piston between Elena’s legs when he finally brought his endowment to bear. Her tongue flicked out and coated her dry lips in a new layer of moisture. Her cunt shuddered with its own roiling willingness to be touched.

As she kept watching, Elena’s thighs opened, exposing her pink little slash both to Cannon and to Agatha’s eyes. Then Cannon covered it with his hand, middle and ring finger sliding into the splayed opening.

“Ohh, yes!” Elena gasped and her hand squeezed into a tight fist around Cannon’s prick.

“Hot tonight,” Agatha heard Cannon breathe. “Cunt’s wet enough to drown someone.”

“Then your cock will slip right in,” Elena whimpered back, her fist jerking up and down on the erection that seemed to dwarf it, no matter the fact that she was squeezing it in all five fingers. “I don’t wanna jerk you off. I want you to use me, use me like my cunt is your little toy—“

Cannon rolled on top of the sensual woman, letting her hand now pull his cock to the moist lips of her pussy. “I’ll use your cunt until you beg me to stop.”

“You’ll have a long wait,” Elena panted, breathless with excitement as his brawny body came down on top of hers. “I never want you to stop, Cannon. Even now, I want you to fuck me forever. When you’re inside me, I’ll want you fucking me all the way to my throat.”

“I’ll get to your throat soon enough,” Cannon grunted.

His hips jerked with a stinging slap against Elena’s body: he plunged into her. In one hard stroke, he’d taken every inch of her tight young sex that Elena could give him. He plunged his entire length into her and his hairy balls smacked against her upturned buttocks with a last, punishing note of pain.

“YESSSS!” Elena slurred, writhing under him, her little cunt smarting, but she was too inundated with the delight of being filled to care. “Yes, I can’t get enough of it! Fuck me! Fuck me so hard, Cannon, Cannon—“

Agatha’s grin lit up the darkness around her as she watched their fuck. This was how Elena had acted when she’d fucked her, but she was far more uninhibited here. Perhaps it was that she saw her sex with Cannon as more natural. Or perhaps it was that he’d broken her down far more thoroughly than Agatha had ever managed.

The man threw himself into satisfying Elena. Agatha found that, the same as she had wished for Elena to return the favor after she’d finished fucking her, now she wished that she could experience that wonderful prick as soon as Elena was done with it. After the delicious voyeurism of seeing Elena in ecstasy, she wanted to find out what it was like for herself.

Cannon’s hips jerked upward, showing Agatha all the slickly shining length of his manhood leaving Elena’s cunt. Then he hammered himself back into her, burying his long shaft to the balls in her pussy.

“OHHHH GODD!” Elena groaned, her entire body quivering long after the heavy impact of Cannon’s thrust had faded.

As Agatha kept lusting, kept trying to imagine the feeling of what she was watching playing out in her own body, her hand slowly crept downward. Pressure built up between her legs and her hand was the only way to release it. She reached under the hem of her negligee and felt up her thighs to the apex where she was damp and warm and ready.

“Harder!” Elena urged Cannon on. “Fuck me harder!”

Cannon did as she asked. He drove in and out of her pussy as if in a rage, thrusting his huge cock into her again and again. She felt his prick, stiff and throbbing, all the way through her pussy. When he pulled back, its absence stung and she mewled until he gave it back to her.

“YES, that’s it, just like that!” Elena cooed, her fingers clawing at Cannon’s glutes, trying to force him even deeper into her desperate need. The further he went into her, the more she loved his cock. The way it filled her so completely had her enraptured with joy.

She pulled at him some more, tugging him all the way into her. Her lips curled, moaning through her smile at every inch of his fat cock that stuffed her wet pussy. Even just having him inside her, stretching her taut, felt decadent on the swollen folds of her womanhood.

“Ghhh,” Cannon groaned, feeling Elena’s inner muscles gripping his shaft and holding it tight.

Cannon had never struck Agatha as attractive, but he did now, seeing him through Elena’s eyes as she was enthralled by both his pleasure-wracked grimace and the barely contained intensity of his fucking. She wanted him, desired him—the very look of him pleased her as no man had ever pleased her.

And despite all the rapture she’d enjoyed with her hand between her legs and any number of beautiful women in exhibitionist circumstances much like Elena’s, Agatha knew this need was too much for the fingers fucking wetly into her sex.

Elena’s legs bent, setting her feet flat on the mattress while her knees pointed up at the ceiling. Cannon groaned—with her new leverage, Elena shoved herself up to him, getting even more of him faster into her wet cunt. His hips jerked and shook when he ground himself down into her rising body.

“Oh, that’s good, Cannon!” Elena gasped. “I can feel so much of you in me—so deep—I love it—love how you fuck all of me!”

Knowing she approved of the rough treatment she was currently getting, Cannon gave it to her aching cunt even harder, even faster. In and out like a battering ram, he hurled himself into her jiggling body. Straining the walls of her pussy with each demanding thrust.

“Harder! Harder!” Elena screamed, writhing under him. “Shit, Cannon, you’ll never give me enough! I want more! I want it all!”

Cannon slid his hands underneath the curve of his ass. His muscles flexed. He forced her upward, into the endless buffeting of his thrusts, and she took him at the new angle he’d placed her at. Elena moaned, her hips twisting about—the new way his strokes penetrated her burned in its intensity, almost too much for her to take, and she undulated around his rhythmic pattern, enduring his assault as much as enjoying it.

Nonetheless, she was thinking the same thing Agatha was: “Deeper,” Agatha whispered to herself, her eyes wide, glazed over with lust. “Go in even deeper, with every inch!”

She wanted to watch Cannon plunge his thick cock so far into Elena that it reached her throat, her mouth. Wanted to see Cannon fuck that needy bitch the same way she wanted to be fucked. With no mercy, no inhibitions, just endless pleasure for anyone strong enough to take it.

Agatha trembled with desire. She bit her lip. Felt blood pounding in her temples as she kept watching her rose of a woman get pummeled with such beautiful savagery. Cannon, she thought at him with all the yearning in her, I can take it too. You can give me all that rage and I’ll enjoy it too. Even more, maybe—I need it so bad!

But Cannon was too enthralled in reducing Elena to ecstasy after ecstasy to notice Agatha’s pleas, even if they were voiced. He grunted and groaned, sounding almost in pain while he jammed his aching erection into Elena over and over again.

Elena opened herself to Cannon, accepting every deliciously painful penetration. Tears flowed from her eyes and her face contorted in rapture. Her hands gripped Cannon’s muscular back, no longer needing to pull him any deeper—she was stuffed as full as could be. Now she held onto him with lustful delirium, only wanting him to stay inside her, prolong the feeling of fullness for as long as she could take it.

It still hurt to have him hilted inside her, but she was growing addicted to the hurt, feeling a Pavlovian enjoyment that cut into any painful sensation, even if her cunt wasn’t fiery with delight, an inferno of passion fed gasoline by every stroke Cannon made into her.

“OHH, YESSS, CANNNOOOOONNN!” Elena keened, not really capable of words anymore, only begging with her wild eyes and pawing caresses of his back for him to fuck her even harder.

Cannon took his hands from under her ass and placed them under her knees, pushing her legs up to her chest. Bending her in half to better take his cock.

“GOD!” Elena gasped in surprise. Then she howled in sheer ecstasy as Cannon’s prick spiked into parts of her aching sex that she’d never felt explored before.