Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 46943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
“Come on Gary,” I prodded again, groaning as I rolled his massive form over, trying to force him awake with a series of shakes at his shoulder. “Don’t you want to taste me? Come on, open your eyes, look,” I said. And I popped a boob out of my negligee, the huge tit pendulous and creamy as I dangled it against his lips, trailing the pink nipple across his mouth. “Come on big boy, doesn’t that taste good? Wake up, wake up.”
But Gary was dead to the world. He was so gone, so tired and drunk from partying that I couldn’t rouse him, couldn’t shake him from his stupor. I stared at the prone male form, disappointed and horny. WTF?! I’d been dreaming of this day for twenty-two years and my body was on fire, dying for cock, running wet and steamy despite the fact that my supposed partner in crime was a bag of rocks at the moment.
Looking at his unresponsive body, I thought through my options. I could be a good girl and get in the shower and go to bed, desperate and unfulfilled, or I could make the best of the situation. I pursed my lips, thinking. It wasn’t fair. I’d been dying for this moment, buying the special lingerie, shaving myself, primping with high-end products, and fuck but Gary was such a let-down. I looked at him closely again, and the man was handsome even passed out, that perfect, chiseled face, the jaw strong and firm even though his mouth slightly open as he snored.
So I went for it. I was too desperate, too horny, and needed to sate myself, needed to get myself off as best I could using what was at hand. And if my new husband woke up midway, it’d just be an amazing surprise right? Any guy would die to be in his place.
So I crawled onto the bed, moving up his big body slowly, stealthily, careful not to disturb him. I crouched in a kneeling position, my legs spread over his face and braced one hand on the headboard for balance. With my other hand, I swept my panties to the side, baring my sweet cunt, my nether lips engorged, already dripping with cream and slowly, oh so slowly, lowered my pussy onto Gary’s face. I know I was taking advantage of him. I was taking advantage of a drunk man who could hardly protect himself, but still, what new husband wouldn’t die to wake up like this? It was like a dream come true, most dudes would eat it up, literally and figuratively.
So sinking down on my knees, I pressed my kitty against his face, wiping the soft flesh all over his cheeks, chin and mouth. And fuck, it felt good. Gary was snoring slightly, the air whistling between his lips, blowing a stream of cool air onto my cunt, and when I ground my pussy hard against his nose, he let out a honking snort, his eyes even flickering slightly.
I held my breath, going completely still. But Gary was too drunk to wake up, so I kept going, circling my kitty on his face, wiping my juices all over him, my little hand trailing across my clit as I ground onto his mouth, nose, and chin. And the magic started, a sizzling sensation began to burn deep in my snatch, emanating in waves out to my pelvic region, making my knees shiver, my tummy clench and shake with ecstasy.
And I let go then, both hands clutching the headboard as I threw my head back and screamed, boobies bouncing.
“Fuuuuck!” I shrieked. “Oh fuuuuuck!”
My pussy was creaming like mad now, there was so much juice that it was literally gushing all over Gary’s cheeks, his face completely wet and shiny from my cum, the nectar oozing down over his chin, seeping into his tux collar. But I didn’t care. This was my wedding night and I intended on having sex with my husband even if he couldn’t participate. So I came and came and came, grinding my kitty against him, drenching him, feeding him my nectar while he slept.
Yet Gary, that fucking slob, didn’t stir at all, not even a little bit. He was a dumb dunce, what guy doesn’t come to when your new wife pounds her pussy against you, yelling and screaming like a banshee, coating your nose and mouth with her honey? But Gary is a stupid fuck and just kept snoring, his eyes shut tight, probably dreaming of video games or some other lame shit. In retrospect, he was probably dreaming of his mistress but at that time, I had no idea about the betrayal to come.
So I just helped myself to a huge orgasm, grinding onto the handsome man’s face again and again. And after it was over, I shook myself off, spraying him with a few last droplets of cream before getting off and padding to the bathroom, my pussy satisfied and loose, but not quite loose enough. I wanted it loose from dick, from having a huge monster inside and hopefully my husband would be lucid tomorrow to really get it on, dick in twat style.