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Wedding Belles 4
🕑 Added 2022-06-26 22:00:00 +0000 UTCElena twisted and turned in her bed, startling, almost awakening, then slipping back under. She slept on, drifting in and out of a dream where she faced Cannon’s stiffly throbbing manhood. In her mind’s eye she saw it spurt, spilling its geyser of creamy white to the top of the world, where it came back down as a silvery rain.
Elena felt the seed bathe her in its heat and thickness, viscous on her skin, running between her legs. She lifted her face to taste it on her tongue, rich and syrupy and so thick, coating her face and all her skin until she wasn’t just covered in it, she was swimming in it.
A million, million little babies she could bear for her Cannon… a little Cannon boy to make some little girl out there as happy as she was, someday…
Elena’s eyes flew open. The heat she was feeling was real, but not liquid. It was round and soft, sculpted into hills and valleys. It smelled of perfume and tickled her with the feathery brush of hair against her bare shoulder.
And hands, gentle and knowing, stroked her creamy skin. Roaming over her stomach and lingering on her tits. Their light touch teased her nipples into tender stiffness. Hot breath warmed the back of her neck. And a voice spoke to her in a satin whisper.
“Apologies for waking you. I just couldn’t wait to see who’d finally snared Cannon after he left so many of us in his wake.”
Elena knew of only one woman who would speak so intimately of Cannon; at least, with a Chinese accent: “T-toy?”
“Yes. You are quite a woman. Tall and willowy and slender. And your skin’s so very soft, even after being with him so long. Surely he’s had time to be rough with you, yet you feel like a virgin. Would you mind if I turned on the light? I want to see if you’re truly woman enough for him. You certainly feel like it.”
“Y-yes… turn on t-the light,” Elena stammered.
With one deft stroke, Toy had turned on the bedlamp. Elena blinked against the new light, blinded by it and the spectacle of a woman she’d never met lying naked in bed with her.
They stared at each other. Elena didn’t know what Toy thought of her, but she found Toy’s face was as perfect as her exposed body, with darkly hooded eyes, aquiline nose, and succulent lips putting the finishing touches on the seduction that her flawless figure began. High, harsh cheekbones, dark and sultry make-up, and the severe bun that held her sable-black hair bespoke the dominance that went hand in hand with her beauty. Cannon had always said that this snake bit as it mated.
“No wonder he’s drawn to you,” Toy murmured. “You’re truly lovely—built like a fashion model, but real. Earthy. Innocent, too. At least, as innocent as one can be after that cock is done with you.”
Elena smiled back at her. It was totally crazed, but she felt it would be easy to befriend this woman, even if she was at least a pervert, someone with whom she had shared Cannon’s prick with. Maybe it was the lingering influence of her time with Agatha. Here was a woman who seemed to offer the same pleasure.
“Thank you,” she said. “You’re beautiful as well. I can see why Cannon’s drawn to you.”
“And I you. But Cannon’s drawn to many women. You can take him, but I wonder if you can hold onto him. The man is some kind of stud.”
“I agree,” Elena said. “Tell me—has he ever exhausted you, made you burn out?”
Toy laughed, throwing her head back, making her breasts jiggle like ripe fruit begging to be picked. “Only all the time. But I take a bath and sleep and have something to eat; once more I’m ready for him. Or, at least, no longer nervous. Fearing for my sanity. It just takes some getting used to, dear. You have to stop thinking of him as making love to you. It’s so much more than that.”
Daringly, Elena reached out and replicated the soft touch that Toy had stirred her awake with—feeling for herself Toy’s supple breasts. “You’re very well-endowed for a Chinese,” she breathed. “And your skin is flawless. Cannon must’ve broken his zipper every time you flounced around him.”
A sultry light streamed from Toy’s staring eyes. “I’m sure he must do the same for you,” she purred. “But why should he have all the fun?”
Elena fingered the intriguing tips of Toy’s rounded tits. “He’s my kind of fun. Why should I have this kind?”
“Because I want to know if you’re woman enough for him. There’s no shame in losing to a worthy competitor, but if it turns out you can’t keep him, I’m going to take Cannon away from you. And enjoy him knowing that he is all mine and not at all yours.”
Toy moved closer, pressing the fullness of her body to the length of Elena’s slender frame. Her rich breasts were as soft as they looked, cushioning Elena’s own where they came together. Her belly was just as soft, her pubic thatch just as furry. Elena felt her and felt her and felt her.
Toy’s lips were as soft as a budding rose, her tongue quick and deft, even her teeth pleasurably sharp. Elena wrapped her arms around this new, literally satisfying body, aroused by knowing that Cannon had fucked this woman too. How much added stimulation would there to be to their next screw when she held the knowledge of another conquest by her husband’s cock?
Cannon, surely, has tasted the cunt that was surging now against her own lower lips. Now it could be hers. Elena could have its flowing sweetness and how tight it clenched and how hot it burned as she learned every response it had to her questing tongue and kissing lips.
“Mmm,” Toy cooed as the kiss broke. She dropped her head down Elena’s ripe body, fastening her mouth to Elena’s nipple with her hands tenderly massaging the surrounding teats.
Her soft lips seared Elena’s entire breast, then worked their way heatedly down Elena’s body, pointed teeth harrying the skin of her stomach. Her tongue ran furiously along the lines of Elena’s clenched abs, as if the taste of Elena’s flesh had intoxicated her.
“Eat me!” Elena gasped. “And I want to eat you too!”
But Toy had already ducked her head between Elena’s creamy thighs. The shock of that first kiss on her wet cunt arched Elena’s back. She thrust her hips upward, pressing her cunt urgently to Toy’s greedy mouth.
Toy gave her head quite differently than Agatha once had. She was just as skilled with her tongue, but there was more hunger in her touch, a ferocious need. She opened her lips to Elena’s labia and suctioned them, dragging every fold she could between her teeth. And her tongue stroked vigorously in and out, dipping inside at the apex of every lick.
Elena writhed into that lapping down, reaching down to caress Toy’s shiny hair as her ass twisted from side to side and her hips rocked.
When she thought about it, Elena couldn’t believe it. It seemed as farfetched—as out of control—as when she’d given into Agatha. Madame Toy, some sort of rival for Cannon, was delving lusciously into her sex, almost snarling while she devoured all she could touch her tongue to, pushing it deep in Elena’s folds and then drawing it back along every erogenous zone Elena had between her legs.
Elena panted out all the desires churning inside her: “Eat me! Eat me as much as you want! Bite my pussy and lap it up! Suck me! Swallow the juice! Oh! Oh, you beautiful bitch! AHH YES! Ooh! It’s because I’ve fucked Cannon, isn’t it? I’ve probably fucked him more times than you ever have by now! Ah! It’s every night! I suck his cock and drink all the cum from his balls and he shoves his tongue inside me just like you’re doing! AHH! Oh, it’s so good whether it’s you doing it or him! I don’t care! I don’t care who fucks me, you or him or Agatha! I just like getting fucked!”
Circling her ass furiously, Elena clung to Toy’s head and ground herself into that ravenous mouth, pushing her clit into gleaming teeth and closing her long legs on Toy’s scalp like a sprung trap. She was close, so incredibly close, Toy’s tongue driving her right out of her skull…
But then it stopped all of a sudden. Elena pumped her hips and squeezed her thighs on Toy’s head, but there wasn’t any more sensation for her to draw from her lover. She was left cheated on the very edge of her most magnificent release since the last time Cannon had fucked her.
“No! Don’t stop! Keep going, Toy, what’s wrong?”
She forced her eyes open and quickly saw what had pulled Toy’s attention away from her. There on the foot of the bed, poised behind Toy’s ample hips, Cannon knelt where he could do to Toy much what Toy was going to Elena. Only he didn’t intend to use his tongue for the procedure.
And Elena well-remembered how it felt for him to use what he was going to use.
Looming tall and broad, hairy-chested and bulkily muscled, Cannon maneuvered his swollen prick into Toy from behind. Feeling his hands at her dimpled waist and his cock filling her empty sex, Toy had been more than distracted. But now she was tempted back to Elena’s attention. In fact, she was full of energy, needing to do something to sate herself while Cannon worked her cunt to his own pleasure.
In a heartbeat, Elena felt her slippery tongue back inside her pussy and stabbing at her vibrant clit. Toy knew the satisfaction that Cannon’s manhood brought as well as Elena did. She happily writhed about as Cannon fed himself into her, rewarding her for the pleasure she caused Elena.
The woman’s aptly named, Elena thought to herself. Cannon may be fucking her, but she’s not his lover—more like a toy that he’s using on me!
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