Other people's brides, the bride's thong, the bride's scent

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Last autumn/winter, I received a wedding invitation from a junior in university. Actually, I wasn't very familiar with him; we only happened to meet about two months before his wedding and exchanged contact information. And that was it… My impression of him was that he was always enthusiastic about student politics, wanting to get involved in everything he could get elected to. He seemed passionate about everything, but secretly I felt it wasn't that kind of person. Unfortunately, I don't like that kind of thing, so we never became close. I know he only tried to get on my good side because I was the president of two clubs at school.
Since I received the invitation, well, I couldn't refuse! I'm a good-natured person, and since I had nothing else to do, a nice meal would be nice.
As the date approached, I wanted to confirm the details to better plan my trip, but upon closer inspection, I discovered the wedding was in Taichung! However, there were tour groups going there. Okay! I figured I might as well go all the way and go!
I couldn't resist his enthusiastic welcome! Goodness! They actually assigned me this task, which meant I didn't get to eat much. He, on the other hand, was quite drunk with the bride; he seemed to be in high spirits. He even caused a scene when seeing the guests off. And me? I was counting the drinks to settle the bill at the restaurant. This shouldn't be my job,
right? Luckily, another pretty girl, who said she was the junior's cousin, was in charge of settling the bill. She was quite considerate, constantly giving me thank-you smiles, which was a consolation prize for me since I hadn't eaten enough.
After the guests left, leaving a mess of dishes and glasses, we paid the bill and cleaned up. As everyone said "bye-bye!", they politely and "sincerely" invited me to their house for another round of drinks, but casually asked, "Senior! How are you getting back to Taipei?" Of course, I took the tour bus.
The bus didn't wait for me, of course it didn't wait for me, the bus had already left.
I followed a bunch of half-drunk bastards, all calling him "junior," back to his house.
I was surprised to find that his home was well-managed. His parents lived downstairs, while the young couple lived on the fourth floor, a space of nearly 50 square meters. There were plenty of rooms; I was just worried about where I would sleep.
The banquet was already set up, and there were nine of us in total, including the newlyweds and me. We managed to fill a table, and I was the only one who hadn't eaten enough. Everyone else was clinking glasses and chatting, since it didn't matter at home.
Everyone's conversation revolved around the bride and groom's good fortune tonight, but judging from the groom's appearance, it seemed unlikely to happen. Midway through, the bride left to freshen up, leaving only the men at the table. A little while later, four more left. I wondered if they even looked fit for a car.
The bride, now without makeup, returned in a striking red short dress. The cut was quite unique, slightly revealing her back, with the front sash tied at the nape of her neck, exposing her fair shoulders and making her even more beautiful. Without makeup, she looked radiant, her face flushed and still smelling of alcohol. Her shapely hips were even more impressive. Wearing this dress, her snow-white thighs were almost bare; the loose, thin fabric was easily exposed, something completely hidden under her bridal gown.
She kindly warmed soup for us to sober up. As she served it to me, I looked closer and noticed a thin dark line across her hips, disappearing into the cleft. Wow! She was wearing a thong—how sexy! Suddenly, I had a new impression of the bride; that guy really got lucky.
The younger student himself loved to drink, and with two classmates who were good at encouraging others to drink, they got completely drunk. Once the bride had calmed down and sat down again, she immediately became the new focus of their drinking. A younger student named Xiao Xiang even made blatant jokes at her, but the smiling bride didn't seem to care. However, she couldn't refuse the drinks, because her husband was also in the drinking group. After five or six glasses of whiskey, the bride, who was still slightly intoxicated, was bound to get drunk. She tried to hold on, but her behavior gradually became unrestrained. Xiao Xiang, feigning drunkenness, secretly moved his elbow closer to her chest. He had the advantage of the situation. Taking advantage of the situation, I sat next to the bride, talking to the groom across her. Naturally, I got close to the bride, and she didn't flinch or dodge. Anyone could see the trembling of her nipples, barely visible under her dress. Even though there was a black bra covering them, how could they suddenly be so obvious?
I checked the time; it was already midnight. The others finally said their goodbyes, and before leaving, they told me to faithfully record their battle. The huge room was left with only the bride, groom, and me. I had no choice but to stay. My junior asked me, his words slurred, if I was drunk. Usually, drunk people are the ones who care about whether others are still okay.
The bride, having finally made it through until all the guests left, let out a sigh of relief and slumped onto the sofa. Her reclining posture accentuated her curves. I sat down opposite her, and she gave me a knowing smile, telling me it was finally over. I said gently, "You must be exhausted! Why don't you go rest? A moment of bliss is worth a thousand pieces of gold!" I praised her beauty and complimented her dress, pointing at her body as I spoke. Feigning curiosity, I asked her about a dark mark on her buttocks. She turned around casually, her legs naturally spread, revealing a glimpse of her thighs beneath her short, thin skirt. A thin black mark clung to her inner thighs, creating a striking contrast with her snow-white thighs. The beautiful bride, turning away, couldn't see anything amiss. The skirt flared, even... Her buttocks were exposed, and she looked at me with a questioning gaze. I ran to her side and reached out to touch the marks on her underwear. Of course, I couldn't brush anything off, but I saw dark hair peeking out from the edge of her underpants. She lowered her head shyly and said, "It's not dirty there, it's..." The groom, of course, wasn't much better off. How could he notice his beautiful wife's exposure? He just said, "I'm sorry, you can sleep in the guest room by yourself," and staggered back to his room. I saw him almost fall, and the bride was too drunk to move. I rushed over to help him and said with concern, "You go in first, I'll help you. Walk by yourself." He leaned against the wall, his eyes blurry, and went into the room. After urinating, he lay down and became silent. I even helped him hang up his suit and covered him with a blanket before leaving.
Back in the living room, the bride was already fast asleep. Although one shouldn't covet a friend's wife, how could I resist the allure of a stunningly beautiful woman lying there, drunk?
I tentatively called her name twice, but there was no response. I nudged her shoulder, still no reaction. I patted her face, still no movement. So, I boldly stole a touch on her full breasts, thinking that if she woke up, I could pretend I was trying to wake her and ask her to go back to her room. Her breasts felt soft and yielding; even through her bra, I could clearly feel the nipples—it was a very thin bra. She still didn't wake up. I gripped her breasts tightly with both hands, gently squeezing them. My lust was aroused, and I reached behind her to unhook her bra. The movement was too forceful, and the beautiful bride scratched her face and shifted her position. My heart was pounding wildly. The loosened bra almost fell off. I lifted her red dress from under her armpits—what perfect breasts! The poor newlywed woman, unaware that her bra had been unhooked and her breasts were being touched.
I felt a mix of nervousness and excitement as I explored her smooth, soft breasts; her bra hung precariously on them.
Feeling guilty, I rushed to the bedroom to check, lest I be caught, but my junior was already fast asleep, fully clothed.
Relieved, I returned to the living room and gazed at my drunken bride, her shapely legs limply leaning against the wall. I lifted her legs onto the sofa, adjusted her position, and propped one leg up against the back of the chair, creating a wanton pose with her legs spread wide. As I moved her, I heard her murmur, "No! I can't drink anymore..." Her sudden words made me tense, but faced with such beauty, I steeled myself, lifted the hem of her dress, and sure enough, she wore a sexy thong, making my eyes widen.
A thin, dark pair of panties peeked out from between her snow-white buttocks, creating a beautiful sight. The narrow fabric couldn't cover her entire vulva; a bit of her left labia was visible, and pubic hair on both sides was barely concealed, proclaiming her sensuality. The relaxed, intoxicated bride lay on the sofa with her legs spread wide, her slightly protruding belly rising and falling with her breath. Her body was as white as a lamb's, and she slept peacefully and soundly. Lifting the fabric from her slender waist upwards revealed the same strapless, sexy bra, now loose. The sheer, semi-transparent mesh lace covered her nipples and areolas, forming mysterious, dark, sexy peaks that made my blood boil. What a mature and alluring female body!
He couldn't resist lowering his head and burying it under the beautiful bride's belly. The sweet scent of her after-bath mixed with the allure of her genitals. Without hesitation, he immediately pulled down her panties. The fabric was so thin that it was barely a symbolic cover for the bride's vulva. Her pubic hair was a black, velvety inverted triangle shape, with a tuft of long, thick black hair growing near the vulva. Due to the position, the cleft was slightly open, revealing her beautiful, full, and rosy vulva.
Easily parting the two smooth, elastic labia majora, the bud was still pink, even the edges were a delicate pink, unlike some that are dark. Spreading it even wider, the vaginal opening was wet and shiny, so alluring!
The woman, enjoying her honeymoon dream, was fast asleep due to being drunk, trusting that her home would provide protection. The groom carelessly left his beautiful and sexy wife alone in the living room with guests. The bride, preparing to offer her body on her wedding night, changed into extremely provocative lingerie to add spice. Simply and unguarded, she was peeled away layer by layer, and arranged into a lewd sleeping position. This position would never normally be shown to others. It wasn't just her vulva that was exposed; even her most precious private parts were exposed, revealing her clitoris, labia minora, and vulva without any reservation... One could only feel pity for her!
In fact, after wearing the thin, sexy lingerie, the beautiful bride could hardly feel that she was wearing anything. Despite her dignified appearance, she often had an uncontrollable lust in her heart; her bra was so thin it was like an ornament.
Her full breasts bounced easily. Looking closely at the front of her dress in the mirror, it wasn't hard to see her protruding nipples, which bounced with every step. She was supposed to wear a shirt with it, but since she was at home, she decided not to. She was already secretly pleased by the greedy look in her husband's classmate's eyes. As the man leered at her, a warm feeling rose from her lower abdomen. Her cheeks were flushed, partly from being drunk and partly from sexual arousal. Especially when the dress clung to her body, the shadow of her underwear was faintly visible. The man's lecherous eyes encouraged the newlywed woman, who deliberately walked around the man in the warm bath, bending over and sticking her snow-white, sexy buttocks out in front of him. She slowly and deliberately collected the trash on the table. The man could clearly see the spring scenery under the dress, and some couldn't resist taking the opportunity to give it a firm and hard grope!
Facing her exposed vulva, I licked my middle finger until it was wet, then gently slid it into her jade cave. The warm, wet touch quickly enveloped my finger. The beautiful bride was still asleep. I slowly withdrew my finger and pressed her clitoris with my thumb, teasing her gently and tenderly. Although I was drunk, my body was quite alert. Waves of stimulation transmitted wonderful sensuality, and my desire was aroused with my movements.
The unease brought on by lust slightly startled the newlywed woman. She opened her eyes drowsily, but the yellow light in the living room made it difficult for the beautiful, mature woman to open her eyes. The alcohol made her feel sluggish. I didn't pull my finger out, afraid that pulling it out hastily would disturb the bride. After all, my middle finger was much thinner than my penis. Looking at her slightly awakened eyes, the beautiful bride, whose skirt was lifted to her chest, was almost completely exposed. Her panties were pulled aside, and my finger was still inserted into her loose, wide vulva. My tightly intertwined middle finger felt like a part of her body. She didn't feel it.
Although she was half-awake, the alcohol made her languid and motionless. She still politely said, "Senior, you're not asleep yet?" I smiled and replied, "Mmm~" The newlywed woman hadn't even realized her naked body or why this man was standing beside her before closing her eyes again. Her hazy consciousness was very aware of the lustful reactions emanating from her lower body. Waves of heat tightened around my fingers, and when I pulled them out, they brought out clear vaginal fluid. Her gradually engorged and reddened vulva awakened primal desire. I inserted my finger again, my ring finger touching her anus, my thumb pressing on her erect clitoris. I flexibly trembled my wrist, and the stimulation of her vulva made this ripe bride much more awake. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and sensual desire occupied her thoughts. She felt a slight unease in her deep consciousness, but the desire for intercourse immediately swallowed this trace of unease.
Determined to humiliate this beautiful bride, I withdrew my fingers from her tightly closed vagina. The bride, her desire awakened, slightly raised her open lower body, as if reluctant to let my fingers out. I lifted her beautiful buttocks and rolled her over, making her kneel on the carpet, her head and body resting on the sofa. With a swish, I pulled down her panties, her dress billowing up to cover her head and eyes, her bra pressed against the sofa and between her breasts.
The newlywed woman's mind was hazy, the swirling images surrounding her vision. Instinctively, she felt she shouldn't be making love in the living room, with guests nearby! But her limp body was completely at his mercy. Her high, upturned buttocks gave her a naked, wanton pleasure. The desire that had been building up all night gradually erupted. She deliberately lowered her waist, and her labia parted without reservation, forming a red slit of flesh, flanked by long, dark pubic hair. Her bra remained on the sofa as she moved, revealing large, red areolas and sizable, dark red nipples that bounced up and down with her movements.
It was unexpected that this seemingly dignified and elegant bride would become so unrestrained after being aroused. How could one not want to touch such a bride? Her high, firm buttocks swayed rhythmically, her mouth murmuring incomprehensible words, moaning and groaning. She lifted the skirt covering her face, revealing a face full of sensual pleasure. She still didn't realize that the one penetrating her from behind wasn't her husband!
She quickly stripped off her clothes, grabbing one breast in each hand and squeezing them. She cried out in pleasure, "Oh...good...so good...I'm so beautiful...so comfortable...hum..." Afraid that her junior would hear, she offered her fingers to suck on, and then began to suck on them with smacking sounds. I no longer held back, raising my large penis and thrusting it into her tender hole. The newlywed beauty further opened her vulva to welcome my insertion. After adjusting the position, I thrust hard, each impact making a sound. Her full, firm breasts swayed back and forth, and her juices soaked my scrotum.
The bride was tingling with pleasure, and she cried out languidly, "Ah...ah ah...good husband...oh...god...you're making me fly...mmm...mmm...ah...ah...I'm so itchy...ah...I can't hold back...I'm going to come..." The "sizzling" sound of penetration and her excited moans filled the living room.
She climaxed once, and before I could react, she automatically lifted her left leg and rolled over, supporting herself on the carpet with her hands.
I cooperated, opening my legs and sitting down, watching her expression intently. She, however, was enjoying herself immensely, her eyes closed and head tilted back, still not recognizing who was doing her. After turning to face me, she sat on my lap, burying her face between my breasts, her beautiful bride completely lost in the moment, half-squatting, half-sitting with her legs straddling me, tilting her head back to enjoy the different pleasures.
Seeking more intense stimulation, I grabbed her buttocks, and she actively swayed her hips and moved up and down.
I never imagined that an unintentional overnight stay would lead to such a beautiful and dignified bride. At the wedding, she was so reserved, displaying her refinement in every way. Looking at this moaning beauty before me, she was a completely different person. I heard her cry out:
"Good brother… oh… um… you've made me so weak… hum… hum… oh… such a beautiful big cock… you're making me feel so good… ah… ah… ah…" Rotating her buttocks with my hands, the fresh stimulation brought her to another climax.
The sensitive bride quickly climaxed twice, and still drunk, she leaned weakly against me, her whole body pressed tightly against mine, warm and soft. My huge, hard penis was still deeply inserted into her beautiful vagina, her lower body covered in her lustful fluids. My kisses moved from her chest to her pink neck, finding her sweet lips, and I ravaged her mouth, completely invading her body. I even forgot her name. The languid and wanton bride slowly opened her eyes, mumbling, "Good husband, you're like a different person today, you're making me feel so good, so good!..." Our eyes met... her face full of panic, she swallowed the unfinished lewd words, and tried to break free, but the wanton bride was still weak. I held her tightly, and she patted my back with both hands, but couldn't let go of the arms that tightly gripped her waist.
The sudden loss of self-respect and the humiliation left the bride at a loss, regretting her earlier involvement. Thinking about it brought back memories of the unprecedented pleasure of being penetrated, but how could her senior be doing this to her? Oh dear! She blamed herself for drinking too much.
Amidst these conflicting emotions, she never imagined that what she was holding wasn't her husband's penis. The pleasure continued to emanate from the tightly inserted penis, and her struggles only intensified the stimulation of the penis inside her.
She cried out in alarm, "Senior, please let me go..." I said expressionlessly, "That's not what you said just now..." The beautiful bride was too ashamed to lift her head.
"I can let you go, but only if you repeat those lewd moans you just made..." While I spoke, my body didn't stop. Her natural reaction frustrated the beautiful bride, but a glimmer of hope remained in her heart. She said shyly:
"Okay! I'll say it, then... ah... ah... um... you have to... you have to let me go... oh... senior... ah... ah... you... ah... you're a bad person... ah..." I thrust hard into her and said, "What you said is a little different from before..." She gasped and cried out repeatedly, "Ugh... there... what's there... ah... ah... different... senior... um... thrust into me... ah... harder... ah ah... I'm so happy... ah... senior... ah... ah..." The conflicted bride was originally unwilling to start moaning, but her lust made her moan naturally. In order to cover up her moaning because of pleasure, she pretended to agree to the senior's threat.
She looked up at me shyly. I deliberately pulled my penis almost out. She subconsciously pressed her lower body tightly down, not wanting me to pull out. This action brought out a lot of lustful water. She lowered her head. I wanted her to see the obscene scene of my big penis entering her wet hole.
I said to her, "Your moans just now weren't up to par. Did you really want to be penetrated? You deliberately made the wrong sounds because your pussy was so happy it wouldn't leave my cock..." The bride, lost in the pleasure of intercourse, finally softened, saying with a mixture of shame and pleasure, "Mmm... Senior... Ah... Ah... You... Don't shame me anymore... You really penetrate me... Penis me... Ah... It feels so good... Ah... I'll... Ah... Do as you say..." I kissed her breasts triumphantly. Due to my sitting position, my cock could only make small thrusts, which didn't stimulate me much. But it was different for the bride, whose clitoris was being pressed against by the base of my cock. Although she didn't want to admit it, the fact was that her juices were flowing freely and she was moaning continuously.
I didn't want to miss this opportunity. I slightly parted my body, letting the subdued bride see the penis inserted into her private parts, slowly moving in and out, the tender flesh on her petals turning inside out with each thrust.
I said, "Weren't you eager to show off your body at the dinner table tonight?" She shook her head violently with a wronged expression, not expecting that someone had seen through her thoughts.
"You openly spread your cunt wide while she's asleep and don't react at all; you must do this often," I said as I thrust in and out. Even though she didn't want to admit it was lewd, her beautiful cunt secreted even more fluid while being penetrated.
After the beautiful bride gave up resisting, she let her senior thrust into her. I used the last of my strength to fuck her until she lay down completely limp and powerless, her legs spread apart and unable to close. She climaxed twice more, but there wasn't much fluid left; a large patch of the carpet was wet.
I tried hard to ejaculate and finish, but for some reason, I just couldn't!
She was exhausted and still drunk. Even though she was being penetrated, she fell asleep, looking incredibly lewd.
I was also a little tired, so I lay down on her breasts and fell asleep, leaving my penis inside her... In the early morning in central Taiwan, birds were chirping and chattering outside the window; it was already dawn.
The oppressed bride slowly awoke, her naked body sprawled on the carpet, legs outstretched. She dared not move. The man who had been pressing down on her was still asleep, his penis limp but not completely deflated, the glans still inside her. After resting, her headache had subsided. She quietly recalled her wanton behavior the night before when she had been violated, her cheeks flushed with shame. The man on top of her had actually brought her to the brink of ecstasy. This experience of being violated was unprecedented, yet somehow, she felt a sweet warmth in her heart… I woke up and faced her. We both turned our heads away in embarrassment. The morning's physiological reaction had made my penis swell, feeling incredibly good inside her wet, beautiful vagina. She looked at me with a slight reproach and a smile, saying, "You weren't satisfied with bullying me last night, and now you're doing it again?" As she spoke, she hooked her legs around my waist.
My tense, anxious heart suddenly relaxed. I had been regretting my impulsiveness and making a big mistake, but I didn't expect her... Pretending not to understand, I said, "No, this is just a normal physiological reaction for men." Her wet pussy, still holding my penis, started gushing out again. I thrust in without restraint, all the way to the bottom. After relaxing, the bride lifted her legs and straddled my shoulders, letting the wonderful feeling reach deep inside.
With each piston-like movement, the point of contact made "pop! pop!" sounds, along with the beautiful bride's moans of "hmm...hmm...uh...uh...ah...ah..."
I was afraid my junior would hear.
My worry wasn't unfounded... Suddenly, the sound of the toilet flushing came from the master bedroom... The bride and I stopped immediately, ignoring the flowing juices and my swollen penis, and quickly rolled over. The bride, who had only lifted her red dress, lowered it after standing up, covering herself. I used the speed I had honed in the army to put on my trousers and underwear. Just as we finished getting ready, my junior opened the door and came out.
That was close! I wonder if he woke up last night and caught his wife sleeping with her legs spread and being pinned down.
The bride, feeling guilty, said in a coquettish voice, "Honey! Why didn't you sleep a little longer?" I was startled to see the sexy black panties on the floor, quickly stepped on them, and slipped them into my pocket.
My junior looked exhausted, yawning as he said, "I woke up with a stomachache and couldn't see you, so I came out to look for you. Since you say so, I'll go back to sleep." He couldn't resist a surge of desire as he looked at his wife's full breasts, but dared not make a move because I was nearby. His hand, around her slender waist, kept stroking downwards, a sudden jolt running through him. His newlywed wife wasn't wearing panties; wouldn't such a short dress easily expose her? His sleepiness vanished.
I had no interest in watching the couple's intimacy, so I sat down on the sofa. My junior sat down opposite me and told his wife to make tea.
The beautiful young woman squatted down to get the tea set, facing me directly. Her thick, dark pubic hair was still clearly visible in the shadows. My junior seemed to have noticed me peeping and told his wife to turn away. Little did he know that his wife's subconscious actions didn't seem to mind being seen. She was already being fucked, so why be reserved
? The groom silently prayed, "Please! Please! Can't see, can't see..." The beautiful woman, unable to squat down properly after turning away, stood up and bent down to arrange the tea set, revealing her entire vulva to me, still wet! The pubic hair on both sides of her labia was curly and thick, and due to her position, tender red buds peeked out from the cleft. My penis throbbed again at the
sight. My junior looked at the delicate bride with a puzzled expression. Although she looked tired, her cheeks were flushed and she was smiling sweetly, completely unaware that her private parts were being revealed under her skirt. Actually, seeing her husband and senior's eager expressions and teasing behavior, the bride knew her private parts were being watched by the senior, and a sense of exposure quickly washed over her. Coupled with the interruption of their earlier encounter when her husband woke up, her body and mind were agitated, and her vaginal fluids flowed even more.
After only two cups of tea, the junior's stomach started hurting again, and he rushed to the toilet. His new wife and I followed him, offering our concerned greetings.
I, standing by the bathroom door in their bedroom, couldn't resist the stimulation any longer. I boldly unzipped my pants, freeing my penis, lifted her skirt, and attacked from behind. She lay on the edge of the bed, letting me penetrate her. The thrill of the clandestine act made her both nervous and excited. Lubricated by her still-wet vaginal fluids, it was easy to insert myself. Even though I was trying to be careful, we still made sounds of intercourse. Separated only by the bathroom door, I felt an almost melting pleasure, passionately and eagerly thrusting into my junior's beautiful wife.
The bride, afraid to make a sound, only groaned softly… occasionally letting out long sighs.
This intense and stimulating intercourse, with rapid rubbing of our genitals, led to my ejaculation in less than five minutes. My scalding, turbid semen shot into her vagina. Unsatisfied, she vigorously shook her hips back and forth, utterly lewd.
She used my still-erect penis to rub against her vulva, her greedy and wanton appearance unforgettable.
Finally, she ejaculated too.
When I pulled out, a lot of clear, sticky fluid came out with it. Her husband flushed, quickly grabbed a few sheets of toilet paper to wipe his genitals, and, without bothering to clean himself, hastily threw them into the trash can—a close call!
… Back in Taipei, I was exhausted, but it was all worth it.
I pulled out my thong from my pocket, curled it into a ball in my hand, and could still smell the beautiful bride's scent, just like the one lingering on my penis.
I will miss this junior, I think…

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