Dying For Sex(13)

Mara jumped up and down at the sight of the sexy porn star Deep Canyon. They hugged like lost lovers and started kissing before ever saying a word to each other.

“Don’t ignore our other guests,” he reminded her.

She looked at the studs and grew wet thinking of which order she would fuck them. Those three big black guys, definitely. Oh, that cutie, right there. And him! Definitely him. She quickly got light headed and could not afford to fuck up her expensive wedding dress ten minutes before she walked down the isle.

The wedding went flawlessly, and the reception afterwards hummed with good energy. Mara was the happiest girl in the world. She couldn’t stop kissing and touching her new husband. Her mother took a million pictures.

“You’re fucking mine!” she would yell at him, like he was a winning lottery ticket. “I got proof,” she’d say, holding up her gorgeous wedding ring.

But finally she got too horny and needed to get laid. Too many kids were present to do it in public, so she dragged him into a broom closet, slipped off her panties, and raised her ass so he could fuck her standing. God he loved her ass. Just the sight of her booty turned him on. He barely got it in before she started pounding the walls, a crowd cheering them outside. He reached inside her wedding dress and twisted a nipple with one hand, and diddled her clit with the other. Good thing the closet was so small or he would have lost his balance. It had been several hours since either of them came, so it didn’t take long. Like a gentleman, Michael let the woman cum first. The intensity of her scream made him feel studly, but her pussy muscles grabbed his dick so tight that he couldn’t help but spew into her, helpless against her sexuality.

They drove in a convoy to the theater, where paying customers offset the cost of the huge wedding.

That hottie from the porn movies got first dibs. Michael assumed she was insist that Mara first flush out his juice, but she just laughed it off.

“I wanted to taste your juice anyways,” she confessed.

Even with her wedding dress still on, Mara looked more like a porn star than Deep Canyon, with her huge boobs defying gravity. She was taller, younger, and better looking. At least to Michael.

Mara took a class in Vegas in striping, so she did a strip tease for the hottie, who would later give her a critique. And she didn’t stop at her underwear. Michael would never forget the two girls kissing like newlyweds -- he had too many pictures and videos to forget. They moved into a mini-69, where they sucked each others’ tits while fingering each other’s pussy. After they came, they rolled around in a 69 for the cameras. Michael loved how his new wife opened her legs for the cameras, or how she tongued deep into that well used pussy.

They called porn stars “actors,” but Deep Canyon didn’t have to act. But her husband sure did a lot of directing. Michael never knew a porn scene had to stop so frequently to adjust the lamps or reposition a camera. The director waved four guys over and soon the wives were sucking cock while getting hammered from behind. Michael thought he was hung, but their cocks were ridiculous. Mara could barely get all that black dick down her throat.

Michael stood next to the other husband watching their wives take three guys each. “This makes my dick rock hard, but I still want to reach for a gun.”

He laughed. “Tell me about it. Even after six years, I still wrestle with the conflicting feelings.”

“Do black cocks taste different?” Michael asked.

“How the fuck would I know?” the guy shot back. “Why don’t you take that baseball bat you’re wife is swallowing and find out?”

So he did.

“No freaking way!” Mara said when he approached. “I fucking dare you to suck this!”

He knelt next to the bed and twirled the man’s penis head around in his mouth before going deeper. Cocks this thick are made for fucking, not swallowing, but he tried anyway. He couldn’t get even half of it down, but not for lack of trying.

“White cock tastes better,” he told his wife.

“That’s not what the Kardasians say.”

“Cum in their mouths,” the porn director ordered.

Michael had not expected that, and certainly didn’t like the taste of spunk, but didn’t want to spoil the scene. Husband and wife stuck out their tongues while he beat his meat. The smack-smack-smack sounded unusually loud in Michael’s face. Then the giant grunted and the first of several wads of cum splashed against their faces and tongues. The tanginess gave Michael the willies, like Panda Express’ sweet and sour chicken. Faced with the choice of vomiting or swallowing, he gulped it down. His wife then stuck her tongue down his throat so far she tickled his tonsils.