Junior's wedding night

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I followed a bunch of semi-drunk guys, whom I called "junior

," back to his house. Surprisingly, his house was quite well-maintained. His parents lived downstairs, while the young couple lived on the fourth floor, a nearly 50-square-meter apartment with plenty of rooms. My only worry was where I'd sleep. The wedding banquet was already set up. Including the newlyweds, there were nine of us in total, enough to fill a table. I was the only one who hadn't eaten enough; everyone else was clinking glasses and chatting—it didn't matter at home.

The conversation revolved around the bride and groom's plans for the evening, but judging from the groom's appearance, it seemed unlikely to work out. 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 to drive.

The bride, now stripped of her makeup, reappeared in a bright red short dress. The cut was quite unique, slightly revealing her back, with the bodice tied at the nape of her neck, exposing her fair shoulders and making her even more striking. Even without makeup, she looked radiant, her face flushed and still carrying the scent of alcohol. Her beautiful curves were even more impressive; the dress nearly exposed her snow-white thighs, the loose, thin fabric easily revealing her figure, something completely hidden under her wedding gown.

She kindly warmed soup for us to sober up. As she served it to me, I looked closer and noticed only a thin dark shadow across her beautiful buttocks, disappearing into the cleft. Wow! Wearing a thong, how sexy! Suddenly, I had a new impression of the bride; that guy really got lucky.

My junior, who also loved to drink, along with two classmates who were good at encouraging others to drink, got completely drunk. The bride, having settled down and sat back down, immediately became the new focus of their drinking. A junior student named Xiao Xiang openly teased 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 party.

After five or six glasses of whiskey, the bride, still slightly intoxicated, was bound to get drunk. She tried to stay sober, but her behavior gradually became more unrestrained. Xiao Xiang, feigning drunkenness, secretly moved his elbow closer to her. Taking advantage of his position, he sat next to the bride, talking to the groom across her, naturally getting close to her. Surprisingly, she didn't flinch. Everyone could see the trembling of her nipples, barely concealed by a black bra, under her dress. How could they be so obviously protruding?

It was already midnight, and the others finally said goodbye, reminding me to faithfully record their battle. The huge house was now empty except for the bride, groom, and me. I had only stayed because I had no choice. My junior classmate, slurring his words, asked if I was drunk. Usually, drunk people are the ones who worry about whether others are alright.

The bride finally managed to hold on until all the guests left, then let out a sigh of relief and slumped onto the sofa, her reclining posture showcasing the curves of her breasts. I sat down opposite her, and she gave me a knowing smile, telling me it was finally over. I said gently, "You must be really tired. Why don't you go and rest? A moment of bliss is worth a thousand pieces of gold!"

I complimented her on her beauty and praised her dress, pointing at her body as I spoke, and then, feigning curiosity, asked her why there was a black mark on her buttocks. She turned around in response, her legs naturally spread apart, revealing glimpses of her thighs beneath her short, thin skirt—thin black fabric tightly pinching her calves, a stark contrast to her snow-white thighs.

The beautiful bride, seeing nothing amiss, pulled her skirt up sharply, exposing her buttocks. She looked at me with a puzzled expression. I ran to her side and reached out to touch the marks on her underwear. Of course, I couldn't brush anything away, but I saw dark pubic hair peeking out from the edge of her underpants. She lowered her head shyly and said, "It's not dirty there, it's..."
And the groom? Of course, he wasn't much better off. How could he notice his beautiful wife's exposure? He only said, "I'm sorry, you can sleep in the guest room," and staggered back to his room. I saw him almost fall, and the bride was too drunk to move. I quickly went to help him, saying with concern, "You go in first, I'll help you. Walk on your own."

His eyes were blurry as he leaned against the wall, went into the room, urinated, and lay down without a sound. 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 asleep. Although one shouldn't covet a friend's wife, how could I not be tempted by a stunningly beautiful woman lying drunk? I tentatively called her name twice, but there was no response. I nudged her shoulder, but still no response. I patted her face, but she remained motionless. So, I boldly stole a touch to 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 sudden, and the beautiful bride scratched her face and changed position, but my heart was already pounding wildly.

The loose bra almost fell off, and 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.

Touching her smooth, soft breasts, I was both nervous and excited; the bra was hanging on her ample bosom. Feeling guilty, I ran to the bedroom to check, just in case I'd been caught, but my junior was lying there fully clothed, fast asleep. 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 nervous, but faced with such beauty, I steeled myself and lifted the hem of her dress. Sure enough, it was a sexy thong, which made my eyes widen.

A thin, black pair of panties nestled tightly in her snow-white cleft, creating a beautiful sight. The narrow fabric couldn't cover her entire vulva; a small portion of her left labia was exposed, and pubic hair on both sides barely concealed her sensuality. The bride, relaxed and drunk, lay sprawled on the sofa, 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 a strapless, sexy bra, now loose. The sheer, mesh-like lace formed a semi-transparent layer, covering her nipples and areolas, creating mysterious, dark, sensual peaks that made my blood boil. She possessed a truly mature and alluring female body.

I couldn't resist lowering my head and burying my face in the beautiful bride's abdomen. A fragrant scent, a mixture of post-bath perfume and the allure of her genitals, made me immediately pull aside her panties without hesitation. The fabric was so thin it barely symbolically covered her vulva. Her pubic hair formed an inverted triangle, a thick, black mass, with a particularly long tuft of thick black hair near the opening. Due to the position, the cleft was slightly ajar, 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 open a little wider, the vaginal opening was moist and shiny, incredibly alluring!

A woman, enjoying her honeymoon, is fast asleep, drunk and reassured that her home offers her protection. The groom carelessly leaves his beautiful, sexy wife alone in the living room with guests. The bride, preparing to offer herself on her wedding night, changes into provocative lingerie to enhance the experience. Her defenses are laid bare, layer by layer, and she is manipulated into lewd sleeping positions.

This is a position she would never normally show to others; it's not just her vulva that's exposed, but even her most private parts are laid bare, revealing her clitoris, labia minora, and vulva without reservation… One can't help but feel sorry for her!

In fact, wearing such thin, sexy lingerie, the beautiful bride barely notices what she's wearing. Beneath her dignified exterior lies a deep, often uncontrollable lust. The bra is so thin it's almost decorative, her full breasts easily bouncing. A close look at the dress in the mirror reveals protruding nipples that bounce with every movement. She was supposed to wear a shirt with it, but since she's at home, she's opted not to.

Secretly pleased by her husband's classmate's greedy gaze, the bride felt a warm sensation rise from her lower abdomen as the man watched her. Her cheeks flushed, partly from drunkenness and partly from sexual arousal. Especially when her dress clung to her body, the shadows of her underwear were faintly visible. Encouraged by the man's lustful eyes, the newlywed deliberately circled around him in the warm bath, bending over and sticking her snow-white, sexy buttocks out in front of him. She slowly cleared the trash from the table, and the man could clearly see her exposed skin through her dress. Some even couldn't resist taking the opportunity to give her a hard

, firm grope! I licked my middle finger, wetting it, and 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, a gentle and tender caress. Although she was drunk, her body was quite alert. Waves of stimulation transmitted a wonderful sensuality, and her desire was aroused with my movements.

The unease brought on by sexual desire slightly startled the newlywed woman. She groggily opened her eyes, the yellow light from the living room making it difficult for the beautiful, mature woman to open them fully. The alcohol made her feel sluggish.

I didn't pull my finger out, afraid that a hasty withdrawal would disturb the bride. My middle finger, after all, was far less thick than my penis. Looking at her slightly awakened eyes, at the beautiful bride whose skirt was lifted to her chest, her body almost completely exposed, her panties pulled aside, her loose, wide-open vulva still containing my finger, my tightly intertwined middle finger feeling like a part of her body—she felt nothing.

Although half-awake, the alcohol made her lethargic and motionless. She politely asked, "Senior, still not asleep?"

I smiled and replied, "Mmm..."

The newlywed woman hadn't even realized her nakedness, or why this man was standing beside her, before she closed her eyes again. Her hazy consciousness was acutely aware of the lustful reactions emanating from her lower body. Waves of heat gripped her fingers, and as she withdrew, clear vaginal fluid gushed out. Her engorged and flushed vulva awakened a primal fire of desire. I thrust in again, my ring finger touching her anus, my thumb pressing on her erect clitoris, my wrist trembling deftly.

The stimulation of her vulva brought the ripe bride to a more awake state. Her long eyelashes trembled, and sensual desire dominated her thoughts. A slight unease stirred within her deep consciousness, but the desire for intercourse quickly overwhelmed this unease.

I was determined to humiliate this beautiful bride. As I withdrew my fingers from her tightly held vulva, the bride, her desire awakened, slightly raised her open vulva, 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 swift movement, 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 was in a daze, her vision blurred by a series of images. Instinctively, she felt she shouldn't be making love in the living room, with guests nearby! But her aching body was completely at his mercy. Her high-raised buttocks gave her a sensual, naked pleasure, and the desire she had suppressed all night gradually erupted.

She deliberately lowered her waist, her labia parting open to reveal a red slit, flanked by long, dark pubic hair. Her bra remained on the sofa as she moved, her areolas large and red, her dark red nipples also quite large, bouncing with each movement.
Who would have thought that this seemingly dignified and elegant bride would be so unexpectedly wanton after becoming aroused? How could anyone not want to possess such a bride? Her high buttocks rose and fell, her mouth murmuring incomprehensible murmurs, "humming and ahh," as she lifted the skirt covering her face, revealing a face full of alluring beauty. 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 with pleasure, "Oh...good...so good...I'm so beautiful...so comfortable...hum..." Afraid her junior would hear, she offered her fingers to suck on, then began to suck on them with a "tsk tsk" sound.

I no longer held back, raising my large penis and thrusting it into her tender vagina. The newlywed beauty further opened her vulva to welcome my penetration. After adjusting my position, I thrust hard, each impact making a slapping sound. Her full, firm breasts swayed back and forth, her juices overflowing and wetting my scrotum.

The bride felt a tingling sensation of pleasure, moaning softly, "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 intense "sizzling" sounds of penetration and her moans filled the living room.

She climaxed once, and before I could react, she automatically lifted her left leg and rolled over, placing her hands behind her on the carpet. I cooperated with her movement, 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 to her.

After rolling over to face me, she sat on my lap, burying her head between her breasts, the 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 held her buttocks, and she actively swayed her hips and moved up and down.

I never imagined that an unintentional overnight stay would lead to a beautiful and dignified bride. At the wedding, she was so reserved, displaying her upbringing in every way; looking at the wanton beauty before me, she was a completely different person. All I heard was her moaning, "Good brother... oh... um... you've made me so weak... hmm... hmm... oh... such a beautiful big cock... you're making me feel so good... ah... ah... ah..."

I rotated her buttocks with both hands, changing positions and continuing to thrust, the fresh stimulation bringing 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 hole, her lower body covered in her lustful fluids.

My kisses moved from her chest to her pink neck, finding her sweet lips, swirling them in her mouth, completely invading her body. I even forgot what her name was?

The languid, wanton bride slowly opened her eyes, mumbling, "My dear husband, you're like a different person today, you're making me feel so good, so good..." Her eyes met mine, her face filled with panic. She swallowed the unfinished lewd words, desperately trying to break free, but the wanton bride was weak. I held her tightly, and although she pounded on my back, she couldn't escape the arms that gripped her waist.

The sudden loss of self-respect left the bride bewildered. She regretted her earlier abandon; the thought of that abandon brought back memories of unprecedented pleasure. But why would her senior do this to her? Oh dear! She blamed herself for drinking too much.

A mix of conflicting emotions overwhelmed her. 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 astonishment, "Senior, please let me go..."

I said expressionlessly, "That's not what you said just now!"

The beautiful bride was so ashamed that she couldn't lift her head.

"I'll let you go if you repeat what you just said." While I said this, my body didn't stop moving at all.

The beautiful bride was annoyed by her body's natural reaction, but a sliver of hope remained. After hesitating for a moment, she finally said shyly, "Okay! I'll say it, then... ah... ah... um... you... you have to let me go... oh... senior... ah... ah... you... ah... you're a bad person... ah..."

I thrust into her forcefully, saying, "What you said is a little different from before!"

She gasped and cried out repeatedly, "Ugh... there... what's different... ah... ah... different... senior... um... thrust into me... ah... harder... ah ah... I'm so happy... ah... senior... ah... ah..."

The conflicted bride was initially extremely unwilling to start moaning, but lust made her moan naturally. To cover up her moaning from pleasure, she pretended to agree to her senior's threat. She tilted her head back, too embarrassed to face me. I deliberately pulled my penis almost out, and she instinctively pressed her lower body tightly against me, not wanting me to pull it out. This action brought out a lot of vaginal fluid. She lowered her head, and I wanted her to see the obscene scene of my big penis penetrating her wet vagina.

I said to her, "Your moans just now weren't up to par. Did you really want to be penetrated, so you deliberately made the wrong sounds? Look how much pleasure your little hole is having and it won't leave my penis."

The bride, intoxicated by the pleasure of intercourse, finally softened and said 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. Because of the sitting position, my penis could only make small thrusts, which didn't cause me much stimulation. But it was different for the bride, whose clitoris was being pressed against by the base of my penis. Although she didn't want to admit it, the fact was that her vaginal fluid was flowing freely and she was moaning continuously.

I wasn't about to let this opportunity slip by. I slightly parted my body, letting the submissive bride see my penis inserted into her private parts, slowly moving in and out, the tender flesh of 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, looking aggrieved, not expecting anyone to see through her intentions.

"You didn't react at all when I brazenly spread your vulva while you were asleep, you must do this often?" I said as I thrust in and out. Even though she didn't want to admit her lewdness, her beautiful vulva secreted even more fluid as it was being penetrated.

After the beautiful bride gave up resisting, she let my senior thrust into her. I used the last of my strength, fucking her until she lay limp and powerless, her legs spread wide and unable to close. She climaxed twice more, but there wasn't much fluid left, leaving a large wet patch on the carpet.

I tried hard to ejaculate and finish, but for some reason tonight, I just couldn't ejaculate!

Exhausted and still drunk, she drifted off to sleep despite being penetrated, her appearance utterly wanton.

I was also tired, so I lay asleep on her breasts, leaving my penis inside her…

…

In the central region, birds chirped and chattered outside the window; dawn had broken.

The oppressed bride awoke slowly, naked, legs spread wide, sprawled on the carpet. She dared not move. The man pressing down on her remained asleep, his penis limp, but not completely deflated; the glans still inside her.

After resting, her headache subsided. She quietly recalled her wanton behavior the previous night, blushing with shame. The man on top of her had brought her to the brink of ecstasy—an experience she had never had before, yet somehow, she felt a sweet warmth inside. …

I woke up facing her, both of us turning away in embarrassment. The man's morning erection had made his penis swell, feeling incredibly good inside her warm, wet vagina! She looked at me with a slight, reproachful smile and said, "Weren't you satisfied with bullying me last night? 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 hadn't expected her…

Pretending not to understand, I said, "No, it's just a normal physiological reaction for men."

Her wet vagina, still holding my penis, began to gush fluid again. I thrust in without restraint, all the way to the bottom. Relaxing, the bride lifted her legs and straddled my shoulders, letting the wonderful sensation reach deep inside.

With each piston-like movement, the point where our genitals met made a "pop, pop" sound, accompanied by the beautiful bride's moans of "Mmm…mmm…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 fluids and my swollen penis, and quickly rolled over. The bride, who had only lifted her red dress, lowered it after standing up to cover herself; I, on the other hand, used the speed I honed during my military service to put on my trousers and underwear.

Just as we finished getting ready, my junior came out the door. That was close! I wonder if he woke up last night and found his wife sleeping with her legs spread and being pinned down?

The bride, feeling guilty, said in a coquettish voice, "Honey, up so early? Why not sleep a little longer?"

I was startled to see the sexy black underwear on the floor, quickly stepped on it, and slipped it into my pocket.

My junior looked exhausted, yawning as he said, "I woke up with a stomachache, and when I couldn't see you, I came out to look for you. Since you say so, I'll go back to sleep, okay?"

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, and a sudden jolt went through him! His newlywed wife wasn't wearing underwear? Wouldn't such a short dress easily expose her? His sleepiness vanished instantly.

I had no interest in watching the couple's intimacy, so I sat down on the sofa. My junior sat down opposite me and asked his wife to make tea.

The beautiful young woman was facing me as she squatted down to get the tea set; her sparse, dark pubic hair was still clearly visible in the shadows. My junior seemed to notice me peeping and told his wife to turn away, but little did he know that his wife's subconscious actions didn't mind being seen. "We've already been done, what's the point of being reserved?

" The groom silently prayed, "Please! Please! Can't see, can't see..."

The beautiful woman, unable to squat 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 the position, tender red buds peeked out from the cleft, making my penis throb again.

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 underwear was revealing glimpses of her vulva.

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 surge of exhibitionistic pleasure 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 arousal increased.

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 concerned inquiries.

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 arousal fluid, I easily inserted myself, even though I was being careful, the sounds of intercourse still made a sound.

Separated only by the bathroom door, I passionately and anxiously thrust into my junior's beautiful wife, feeling almost melted with pleasure. The bride, afraid to cry out, groaned softly, occasionally letting out long sighs.

This intense and stimulating intercourse, with rapid friction between my genitals, made me ejaculate in less than five minutes. My turbid, hot semen shot into her vagina. Unsatisfied, she shook her hips back and forth, completely horny.

She rubbed her still-erect penis against my vulva with my own, greedy, lewd expression—it was truly unforgettable.

Finally, she came too, pulling out my penis and releasing a lot of clear, sticky fluid. Her husband flushed, quickly grabbed a few sheets of toilet paper to cover his genitals, and, without bothering to clean himself, hastily threw them into the trash can—it was a close call!

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