Chapter 1: Introduction
I love this cock so fucking much. It’s thick and wet with my saliva. I grab the base and stroke. I’ve been giving this cock all the pleasure it wants as I love the man it belongs to. “Oh Lily,” he moans, tangling his fingers in my long brown hair, pushing me down on his cock. I suck hard, feeling him almost hit the back of my throat. I push my head down even more, letting him thrust further into me until I feel the tip of his cock hit the bottom without hesitation. My mouth is stretched open so wide while my lips wrap all the way around his cock as it stretches me wide. He grunts and pulls my chin so I look up at him. Our eyes connect as I feel him slap the back of my throat with his cock.
“Almost there,” He says and pulls me off his cock by roughly yanking my hair. I smile at him and he spits in my mouth. I look at the clock on the wall. 11:58 PM. Hell yeah. I flick my tongue wildly over his cock before taking him back into my throat. I love the taste of him. The saltiness of his skin and the feel of him fucking my mouth. I reach down between my legs and rub my clit while I'm blowing him, feeling myself getting wetter with every thrust of his cock. My fingers work my clit in small circles, dipping inside myself before bringing it back up to my button.
“Fuck Lily, you like that don’t you?" He pulls my hair with a strong grip. I nod my head yes, before sliding his wet cock out of my mouth.
Two minutes pass and he looks down at me. “Happy birthday, just a little more and I’ll spray your birthday present all over you.”
“Happy Birthday,” I hear my mother say from her seat in the hotel suite where she’s stroking my father’s cock as they watch me slurp my fiancé’s cock into my throat.
“Finally 18,” my daddy says.
I keep sucking James’ cock. I want his seed all over my tits. It’s our plan that when we elope that I have his cum on my tits. I feel his cock twitch and his balls tighten. My own pussy is dripping wet at the sounds of him moaning and the threat of being caught by my own parents. Knowing that I’m about to get covered in hot, sticky cum on my 18th birthday makes me stroke and suck him even harder.
“Fuck baby,” James grunts, gripping the back of my head tightly as he violently thrusts his cock deeper into my mouth, "here it comes."
His load fills my mouth and splatters all over my tits.
I pull my mouth off and stare down at the white, sticky goo covering them. I smile and open my mouth to show my parents.
"Happy birthday, darling," my mother says, winking at me before she pushes my dad's cock back into her mouth and sucks him off.
James collapses onto the couch next to me, panting. His cock is still half-hard and wet. I lean over and lick it, tasting my saliva on his cock. I move up and plant a kiss on his lips, letting my tongue explore his mouth.
“Go put your sexy little wedding dress on,” James says. He leans back on the couch and watches me. I stand up and walk to the bedroom, swaying my hips as I move. I glance over my shoulder to see his eyes drop to my ass. I turn to face him and smile. “I love you.”
He smiles back. “I love you too, Lily.”
I pull the sluttiest excuse for a wedding dress out of the hotel closet. It’s basically a mix between lingerie and a skimpy prom dress. But it’s white and I’m getting married in it. I put it on and look in the mirror. I smile, seeing the cum proudly on display on my tits.
“You look stunning,” I hear my father say from the doorway. I turn to see him naked staring at me with a mix of pride and desire in his eyes. I smile and move towards him. He takes a step back and I can see his hard cock glistening with my mother’s saliva. I grin and turn around as I press my body against his.
“Fuck,” he moans as I grind my ass against crotch.
I turn back around and get on my knees. He strokes himself and cums on my already cum covered tits. I give his cock one last suck before standing up and kissing him on the cheek. I walk out of the room to see my mother and James already dressed. My father quickly dresses and the four of us walk out of the hotel room and onto the Vegas strip. The streets are filled with people celebrating the night, but we only have one thing on our mind: getting eloped less than an hour into my eighteenth birthday. We walk past casinos and night clubs, the neon lights illuminating our faces. I can feel my pussy getting wetter with every step as we approach a chapel.
My father walks ahead of me, my mother's arm wrapped in his. I take James' hand and look up at him, my heart racing with excitement. He smiles down at me and squeezes my hand.
The chapel is small, with a few rows of chairs on either side. We approach the altar and the officiant asks if we are ready to begin. I nod eagerly, my heart racing. The officiant begins the ceremony and I repeat my vows, my voice shaking with anticipation. James's voice is steady and confident as he repeats his own vows.
I look down at my cleavage, I’m covered in cum, I love this!
When it's time to exchange rings, my father pulls a small velvet box out of his pocket and hands it to James. He takes out the ring and slides it onto my finger, then pulls my hand up to kiss it gently. The officiant pronounces us husband and wife, and I can't contain my excitement any longer. I jump forward and throw my arms around James' neck, kissing him passionately. He responds with equal enthusiasm, pulling me close and deepening the kiss.
I look over to the officiant and say, “I’m going to be the sluttiest wife in the world for this man.”
Then my new husband, my father, and the officiant take me behind the chapel and fuck my brains out. Turns out the officiant is a friend of James’. A dirty pervert that loves young pussy, like myself. I pull my mouth away from my dad’s cock, gasping for air, and turn to face the officiant. I see him pull out his cock. It’s hard and thick and already dripping with pre-cum. I stare at it for a moment before reaching out and wrapping my fingers around it. I give it a squeeze and look up at him, smiling as I start to stroke.
“Lily, you’re going to be the death of me,” James says, pulling off my lingerie dress and tossing it aside.
I laugh and reach for him, feeling the cool air on my naked skin.
“Don’t be so dramatic,” I say, running my hands over his chest.
The officiant steps forward, his cock in my face. I open my mouth and let him slide it in, moaning at the feeling of it in my mouth. James starts to stroke my clit and I moan louder, the sound muffled by the cock in my mouth. The officiant reaches down and grabs my head, fucks my face harder and faster.
I can feel my eyes water as he hits the back of my throat. I fight through the gag reflex and focus on the feeling of him stretching me wide, the sensation of my lips wrapped tightly around his shaft. I feel James’ fingers slide inside of me and I gasp, my pussy clenching around him. I moan around the officiant’s cock, pushing back against James’ fingers.
“Fuck, Lily,” James grunts, his fingers working me faster and harder.
I can feel the orgasm building inside of me, my pussy tightening around his fingers as he strokes me, his thumb grazing my clit. The officiant pulls out of my mouth and starts to jerk himself off, his hand moving quickly over his cock.
“Yeah, baby, cum for me,” James growls.
The officiant grunts and spurts hot ropes of cum all over my tits and stomach. James pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his cock.
I gasp as he thrusts inside of me, filling me up completely. I feel the officiant's cum mix with my own wetness on my stomach and tits as James starts to fuck me hard and fast. I scream, my pussy clenching around him as I feel another orgasm building inside of me.
"Oh god, yes, James," I moan, reaching up to grab onto his shoulders for support. I wrap my legs around his waist, taking him deeper inside of me.
He lifts me up and we’re fucking as he stands. My legs wrapped around him. Then my father pressed against my back.
“Want me to join James in your pussy or fuck your ass, sweetheart?” My daddy asks. I turn to look at him over my shoulder, biting my lower lip. He’s still fully clothed, other then his cock sticking out of his zipper, still drenched in saliva. I wink at him before nodding in response to his question.
Then his cock slides against James’ cock and he enters my already stuffed cunt. They bounce me on both their cocks as my mom watches. The officiant is gone, probably having to perform another wedding. But my father, husband and I are still here, in the alley behind the Las Vegas chapel we just got married in. We're pressed against the cold brick wall, my legs wrapped around James' waist, my father pressing into me from behind. My tits bounce with every thrust of their cocks, and James' hands are squeezing them tightly. He leans down and takes one of my hard nipples in his mouth, and I moan loudly as he sucks and bites at it.
“This is the last time I’m going to fuck you. You belong to your husband now,” My father says as he grunts. He tenses and erupts into my pussy. The feeling of him filling me up sends me over the edge and I come hard, my orgasm rippling through me. My legs tighten around James' waist as I cry out, my pussy clenching around both their cocks as they thrust a few more times before James cums too. With the wettest plopping sound both of them leave my cunt and I hear cum splat on the alley floor.
I stand there, dizzy and breathing heavily, as the three of us gather our scattered clothes.
My thighs are so slick with cum. My mother walks up to me and points to the cum on the floor. She’s a stickler about cleaning up after yourself. I roll my eyes and head down to the cum on the floor.
Like a well trained slut, I lick it up. Savoring the taste and texture of my father and husband's combined seed on my tongue. I stand up, a smile playing on my lips as I watch James' eyes widen with surprise, then narrow in amusement. My father just smiles at me and adjusts his clothes, before turning and walking away without another word. I watch him go, still smiling as I feel their cum leaking out of me and down my thighs. I bend down to pick up my discarded lingerie-dress, before turning to James.
"Come on, husband," I say, beckoning him towards the hotel. "Let's clean up and get ready for our honeymoon."
“No, I’m taking your nasty ass to a strip club,” He says with a smirk. My pussy clenches at the thought of it. I haven’t been to a strip club as I literally just turned eighteen about an hour ago.
The strip club is dark and crowded, but James finds us a table near the stage. We watch as a stripper pole dances. Her barely-there bikini leaves little to the imagination, her body slick with sweat as she grinds against the pole.
"Fuck, she's hot," James says, eyes glued to the dancer. I can feel his eyes on me too, watching me as I shift in my seat, feeling myself getting wet again.
I lean in and whisper in his ear, "I want to taste her pussy."
James looks at me with a raised eyebrow. "You're crazy."
"Maybe," I say with a grin.
"But you love how crazy I am."
James chuckles and wraps his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close to him. "Yeah, I do."
I look back to the stage, watching as the stripper makes her way down from the pole, strutting over to a man in the front row. She grinds against him, letting him slip dollar bills into the string of her bikini.
My mouth goes dry as I imagine what it would be like to taste her. To feel her wetness on my tongue, to explore her body with my fingers.
I crave the taste of a woman’s release. It’s a new need, born from my own exploration of my body and my sexuality. And I want to explore it fully, without judgment or hesitation.
My husband smirks and leans in to whisper in my ear, “If you want to taste her pussy that badly, why don’t you go up there and ask her?”
The thought sends a thrill running through me. I can feel myself getting wetter at just the idea of it.
“Is that even allowed,” I ask. As we’re talking another stripper approaches us and straddles My husband’s lap. He slips money into her lingerie and starts burying his face into her huge tits. She moans and grinds harder against him, giving him a show. I watch as she pulls his face in closer, grabbing the back of his head and pushing it into her cleavage, encouraging him to motorboat her. The sight of my own husband with another woman in his arms shouldn’t excite me as much as it does. But I’ve never been one to abide by societal norms when it comes to sex. I was always the rebellious teenager, sneaking out of my house to fuck older men-my parents knew all along though.
The stripper looks back at me as she pulls her tits out for James to more fully enjoy. “You look real young to be with this guy,” She says. I roll my eyes and lean back in my chair, spreading my legs wide as I do. The stripper’s eyes drop to my crotch, taking in the sight of my bare pussy. I can feel myself getting wetter at just the thought of her mouth on me.
“I’m 18, and I can do whatever I want,” I say, grinning up at her. I reach down and run my fingers through my folds, feeling how slick and wet I am, especially as there’s still cum in me. I bring my fingers to my lips and suck them clean, moaning softly as I do.
The stripper watches me, her eyes wide and curious. I lean forward, my tits practically spilling out of my lingerie-dress as I whisper in her ear, "I want to taste you."
The stripper hesitates for a moment before nodding and leading James and me backstage. I can hear the music and the cheers of the crowd as we make our way through the dimly lit halls. She pushes open a door and pulls me inside, locking it behind us.
Before I can even speak, she's on me.
Her lips are on mine, her tongue in my mouth. She breaks away from my mouth and starts kissing down my neck, her lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
I wink at James as he takes a hundred dollar bill and puts it into her thong. I tip my head back, moaning softly as she reaches my breasts. She cups them through the fabric of my dress, her thumbs brushing over my cum covered nipples. I gasp as she pinches them lightly, a jolt of pleasure shooting straight to my core. I can feel myself getting wetter with every touch, my pussy clenching with need.
She pulls the top of my dress down, freeing my breasts. She takes one in her mouth, sucking and licking cum off my nipple while she kneads and pinches the other one between her fingers.
“You’re actually eighteen right,” She pauses.
My husband walks up to her. “She turned 18 and midnight. Now give her what she wants and sit your pussy over her pretty little face.” The stripper pulls away from my breasts and looks up at James, her eyes blazing with desire. “Please,” she whispers, her voice husky with need.
James grins at her and nods, then turns to me. “Go on, Lily. Do what you want to her,” he commands.
I don’t need any more encouragement than that. I move forward, pushing the stripper down onto the couch and climbing on top of her. I give her a quick, searing kiss before moving down her body, kissing and licking as I go.
I reach the waistband of her thong and tug it down, freeing her pussy. I can see how wet she is, her lips glistening in the dim light of the room. I waste no time diving in, my tongue flicking out to taste her.
She moans loudly, her legs spreading further apart as she bucks her hips, pressing herself harder against my mouth. I lap at her clit, feeling it harden under my tongue. I wrap my arms around her thighs and pull her closer, devouring her pussy with abandon.
“She shouldn’t be this good yet, she just turned eighteen,” the stripper notes, grinding her cunt on my face. I lick with abandon. I love the taste of this stranger's pussy. It's a different kind of sweetness from my own and I crave more. My tongue moves up and down her slit, tasting every part of her. I circle her clit and she moans louder, her thighs trembling on either side of my head. She tastes amazing. The smell of sex permeates the air and it's so fucking hot.
James watches us with a feral grin on his face, his cock hard and dripping with pre-cum.
He pulls out his cock and starts stroking it as he watches me eat the stripper's pussy. I look up at him, my face covered in the woman's cum. “You’re going to fuck me like this?” I ask, motioning to the stripper still lying beneath me.
“No, I’m going to fuck her,” he says, his voice low and raspy with desire.
I move my head out of the way, granting James access to her pussy. He grips her thighs, spreading them wider as he thrusts his cock inside of her. His balls slap against her with every thrust, the sound mingling with the woman's moans of pleasure. I watch as he fucks her, his cock disappearing and reappearing between her legs. He leans forward and grabs a fistful of her hair, tugging her head back as he spits on her.
“You like that, don’t you? My young little wife watching me fuck this dirty girl?” He says.
His thrusts become more urgent, his balls slapping against her skin with each stroke. The woman gasps and moans, her own hips bucking in rhythm with his thrusts. I move up to her breasts, taking a nipple in my mouth and sucking hard as I watch James.
He pulls out of her, then grabs me by the hair and pulls my head down so it’s just over her stomach. He starts fucking my throat. Then he goes back to her cunt. My saliva is drooling all over as he goes back and forth from her pussy to my mouth over and over. “This is fucking disgusting,” the woman cries out, her voice laced with pleasure and shame as James fucks her pussy and my face. “You’re both so sick and twisted. This is the most fucked up thing I’ve ever done.”
But I can tell from the way she grinds her hips against my husband that she’s enjoying every second of it. She moans louder as James pulls out and slaps her clit with his cock before pushing deep into her pussy again.
I lick her clit as best I can while James just keeps fucking her. Then James sticks fingers into my mouth and pulls out a viscous string of my drool. He stretches it and rubs it on the strippers face.
Hell yes. I turn, straddling the stripper. Then I spit in her mouth. I wiggle my ass for my husband letting him know he can leave her pussy and enter mine whenever he would like. He seems to be enjoying himself, with the stripper’s legs wrapped around his waist and my juices smeared all over his cock. But as I continue to wiggle my ass he decides to take me up on my offer.
James pulls out of the stripper and slaps my ass hard. “You two need to get sloppy while I fuck your both.” He says, spanking my ass once more before entering my pussy from behind.
He fucks me hard, filling my cunt completely with his thick, long cock. I moan in pleasure as he thrusts in and out of me, his balls slapping against my clit.
As I’m stealing the stripper, I begin fingering her throat and letting my saliva drool into her mouth and all over her face. James grins at our act of debauchery and starts fucking me harder, his cock hitting that perfect spot deep inside of me. I moan and close my eyes, losing myself in the pleasure of being filled up by my husband. He growls and slaps my ass hard, leaving a red mark for a moment. I feel his balls get even tighter against my clit and I know he’s about to cum deep inside of me.
James pulls out, and then pushes himself back in just a little, his cockhead pulsing as he releases deep into me with a loud grunt.
His cum spills out of me with a messy gush, running down my thighs in rivulets as he continues to push himself slowly in and out. I moan wantonly, feeling my pussy tighten and relax around him as I milk every last droplet from his shaft.
As James empties himself, I can't help but turn my attention back to the stripper - she's still lying beneath me, her eyes glazed over with pleasure and shame. I quickly make my way up her body and straddle her face. I let cum spill from my pussy onto her waiting tongue. She moans at the taste, her hands reaching up to grab onto my hips, pulling me closer.
James leans against the wall, catching his breath as I continue to grind on the stripper's face.
"You like that?" I ask, looking back over my shoulder at James. He grins and nods, jerking off slowly as he watches me.
"Fuck, yeah," he says, his voice raspy with pleasure.
Once I’m done using her. I stand up and grab my lingerie. I’m a fucking mess. “Pay her, daddy,” I say to my husband.