The bride's thong

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The Bride's Taste (Word

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Last autumn, I received a wedding invitation from a junior in college. We weren't actually that close; we'd only bumped into each other about two months before his wedding and exchanged addresses. And then…
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 genuinely interested in everything, but secretly I felt it wasn't that kind of thing. Unfortunately, I didn't like that kind of thing, so we never became close. I knew he only tried to get close to me because I was the president of two clubs at school.
Since I'd received the invitation, what could I do? I'm a pushover, and since I had nothing else to do, a nice meal seemed like a good idea.
As the date approached, I wanted to confirm things to better plan my trip, but upon closer inspection, I discovered the venue 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 handle his enthusiastic welcome! Good grief! He 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 and settling the bill with the restaurant. This shouldn't be my job, right?
Thankfully, 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 my lack of food.
After the guests left, leaving a mess of dishes and glasses, I 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'd take 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 this bunch of half-drunk bastards, all calling him "junior," back to his house.
I was surprised to find his home was well-managed. His parents lived downstairs, while the young couple occupied a nearly 50-square-meter apartment on the fourth floor—plenty of rooms. My only worry was where I'd sleep.
The banquet was already set up, with nine people in total, including the newlyweds and me. We managed to squeeze into a table, and 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. Soon after, four more left. I wondered if they even looked fit to drive.
The bride, now stripped of her makeup, reappeared in a striking 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. Without makeup, she appeared even more radiant, her face flushed and still carrying the scent of wine. Her beautiful curves were even more impressive. Wearing this dress, her snow-white thighs were almost bare; the loose, thin fabric was easily exposed, but her figure was completely undetectable when she wore the wedding
gown. She kindly warmed some 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! She was wearing a thong—how sexy! Suddenly, I had a completely different impression of the bride. That guy really got lucky.
The junior student himself also loved to drink, and with two classmates who were good at urging others to drink, they got completely drunk. The bride, who had calmed down and sat down again, immediately became the new focus of being pressured to drink. A junior student named Xiao Xiang even made blatant jokes at her. The smiling bride didn't seem to care, but she couldn't refuse the drinks no matter what she tried, because her husband was also in the drinking group. After five or six glasses of whiskey, the bride, who was still tipsy, was bound to get drunk. She tried to hold on, but her behavior gradually became unrestrained. Xiao Xiang pretended to be crazy while drunk and took the opportunity to sneak his elbow closer to her. He took advantage of his position, sitting next to the bride, talking to the groom through her, and naturally getting close to the bride. She didn't flinch or move away. Anyone could see the trembling of her nipples under her dress. Even though there was a black bra covering them, how could they suddenly be so obvious?
Looking at the time, it was already midnight. The others finally said goodbye, and before leaving, they told me to faithfully record their battle. Only the bride, groom, and I were left in the huge house. I had no choice but to stay. My junior asked me, with slurred speech, 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 black 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, a stark contrast to her pale white thighs. The beautiful bride, seeing nothing amiss, pulled her skirt up sharply, exposing her buttocks, and looked at me with a puzzled expression. I ran to her side and reached out to touch the mark on her underwear. Of course, I couldn't brush it off, but I noticed a tuft of black hair peeking out from the edge of her panties. She lowered her head shyly and said, "It's not dirty, it's..."
Where's the groom? Of course, things weren't much better, so how could he notice his beautiful wife's exposed state? 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 rushed over to help him, saying 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 asleep. Although one shouldn't mess with a friend's wife, how could I not be tempted by a stunningly beautiful woman lying drunk?
I tentatively called her twice, but there was no response. I nudged her shoulder, but still no response. I patted her face, still no response. So I boldly stole a touch of her full breasts, thinking that if she woke up in the middle of the night, I would pretend I was trying to wake her up and ask her to go back to her room. Her breasts felt soft and cottony to the touch; even through her bra, I could clearly feel the nipples. It was a very thin bra. She still hadn't woken up. I held her breasts tightly in my hands, gently squeezing them. My lust was aroused, and I reached behind her to unhook her bra. The movement was too sudden; the beautiful bride scratched her face and shifted her position. My heart was pounding wildly. The loose 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 explored her smooth, soft breasts, feeling both nervous and excited; the bra was still hanging on her ample bosom.
Feeling guilty, I ran to the bedroom to check, lest I be caught, but my junior was lying there fully clothed, fast asleep.
Relieved, I returned to the living room and gazed at the bride, who lay drunk and asleep. Her shapely legs were limp and leaning against the sofa. 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. My eyes widened.
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; part of her left labia was exposed, and pubic hair on both sides was barely concealed, proclaiming her sensuality. The relaxed, drunken bride lay on the sofa with her legs wide open, 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 bra from her slender waist upwards revealed the same strapless, sexy bra, now loose. A sheer, semi-transparent layer of lace mesh covered her nipples and areolas, creating a mysterious, dark, alluring peak. It made my blood boil; she possessed a truly mature and captivating body.
I couldn't resist lowering my head and burying my face in the beautiful bride's abdomen. A post-bath fragrance mingled with the allure of her genitals. Without hesitation, I pulled aside her panties. The fabric was so thin it was practically just a symbolic cover for her vulva. Her pubic hair formed an inverted triangle, a thick, black, velvety patch, with a particularly long, thick tuft of hair near the vulva. Due to the position, the cleft was slightly open, revealing a beautiful, full, and rosy vulva.
I easily parted 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 further open, the vaginal opening was wet and glistening—utterly tempting!
A woman, enjoying her honeymoon, fell into a deep sleep, drunk and feeling safe at home. The groom carelessly left his beautiful and sexy wife alone in the living room with guests. The bride, preparing to offer herself on her wedding night, changed into extremely provocative lingerie to enhance the experience. She was simply and unguardedly stripped layer by layer, and arranged into lewd sleeping positions—positions she would never normally show to others. It wasn't just her vulva that was exposed; even her most precious private parts were laid bare, revealing her clitoris, labia minora, and vulva without reservation… One could only feel pity for her!
In fact, wearing such thin, sexy lingerie, the beautiful bride could barely feel what she was wearing. Despite her dignified appearance, she often harbored an uncontrollable lust; her bra was so thin it was practically 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 eyes of her husband's classmate. As the man leered at her, a warm feeling rose from her lower abdomen. Her cheeks were flushed, partly from drunkenness 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 gaze 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, a gentle and tender caress. 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. 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, her skirt 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 asked, "Senior, are you still awake?"
I smiled and replied, "Mmm~"
The newlywed woman hadn't even had time to notice her naked body or why this man was standing beside her before she closed 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 withdrew, clear lustful fluid came out with them. Her gradually engorged and reddened vulva awakened primal desire. I inserted 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, the lifted dress covering 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 weak body was completely at my mercy. Her high-raised buttocks gave her a naked, wanton pleasure. The desire she had restrained all night gradually erupted. She deliberately lowered her waist, her labia parting without reservation, forming 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, her breasts bouncing up and down with the swaying of her body.
Unexpectedly, the seemingly dignified and elegant bride turned out to be surprisingly lewd after becoming aroused. How could anyone not want to lay a hand on such a bride? Her high buttocks bounced up and down, and she murmured unintelligible words, moaning and groaning. She lifted the skirt covering her face, revealing a face full of smugness. She still didn't realize that the person 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 overflowed, wetting my scrotum.
The bride felt a tingling sensation of pleasure, and 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 change, she automatically lifted her left leg, rolled over, and put her hands behind her on the carpet.
I cooperated with her movements, sitting down with my legs apart, 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 me. After turning 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 my sides, tilting her head back to enjoy a different kind of pleasure.
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 beautiful woman moaning before me, she was completely different. I heard her cry out:
"Good brother... oh... um... you've made me feel so good... hum... hum... oh... such a beautiful big cock... you're making me feel so good... ah... ah... ah..."
I rotated her buttocks with both hands, the fresh stimulation bringing her to another climax.
The sensitive bride quickly climaxed twice, and still slightly drunk, she leaned weakly against me, her entire body pressed tightly against mine. Warm and soft, my enormous penis remained deeply inserted into her beautiful vagina, her lower body covered in her semen and juices. My kisses moved from her chest to her neck, finding her sweet lips, and passionately explored her mouth, completely possessing her body. I even forgot her name.
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!..."
Our eyes met…
her face filled with panic, a lewd word she hadn't finished uttering was swallowed back down, and she desperately tried to break free, but the bride who had just been wanton was now weak, and I held her tightly. She pounded on my back with both hands, but couldn't shake off the arms that were tightly wrapped around her waist.
The shame of losing her self-respect left the bride at a loss. She regretted her earlier involvement; thinking about it brought back the unprecedented pleasure of being penetrated, but how could her senior be penetrating her like this? Oh dear! It was her fault for drinking too much.
Mixed with conflicting emotions, she never imagined that what was inside her 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 wetness.
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'll let you go if you repeat what you just said..."
I said, but my body didn't stop at all. My body's natural reaction annoyed the beautiful bride, but a sliver of hope remained in her heart. She 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 hard 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 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, embarrassed to face me. I deliberately pulled my penis almost out, and she subconsciously 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 entering her wet hole.
I said to her, "Your moans just now weren't up to par. Did you really want to be penetrated and deliberately made a wrong sound? Look how much pleasure your pussy is getting, it won't leave my cock for a second..."
The bride, intoxicated by 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 the sitting position, my cock 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 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 such an opportunity. I slightly parted my body, letting the subdued bride see the penis inserted into her private parts, slowly going in and out, the tender flesh on her petals turning in and 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 brazenly spread your cunt wide open while I was asleep, and you didn't react at all. You must do this often, right?" 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 fluids while being penetrated.
After the beautiful bride gave up resisting, she let her senior thrust into her. I used the last bit of 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, 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!
She was exhausted and still drunk. Even though she was being penetrated, she still 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 pressing down on her remained asleep, his penis, though limp, not entirely deflated; the glans still inside her. After resting, her headache subsided. She quietly recalled her wanton behavior the previous night when she was violated, her cheeks flushed with shame. The man on top of her had brought her to such ecstasy—an experience she had never had before. Yet, strangely, she felt a sweet warmth in her heart…
I woke up facing her. Both of us turned away, embarrassed. The morning's physiological response had made my penis swell, feeling incredibly good inside her warm, wet vagina. She looked at me with a reproachful smile and said, “Weren't you satisfied with bullying me last night? Now you want more?” She then hooked her legs around my waist.
My anxious and tense heart suddenly relaxed. I had been regretting my impulsiveness and making a big mistake. I didn't expect her to...
pretend not to understand. I said, "Where? This is just a normal physiological reaction for men." Her
wet pussy, which was still holding my penis, started to gush out water 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 go straight to the depths.
With each piston-like movement, the point of contact 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...
My 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, thus covering herself. I used the speed I honed in the army to put on my trousers and underwear. Just as we finished, my junior opened the door and came out.
That was close! I wonder if he got up last night and found his beautiful wife sleeping with her legs spread and being pressed down?
The bride, feeling guilty, said in a coquettish voice, "Honey! Up so early? Why not sleep a little longer?"
I was shocked to see the sexy black panties on the floor, and quickly stepped on them, taking the opportunity to stuff them into my pocket.
The younger student, looking exhausted, yawned and said, "I woke up with a stomachache and came out to look for you when I couldn't see 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 ample breasts, but dared not make a move because I was nearby. His hand, which was around her slender waist, kept stroking downwards, and a sudden thought crossed his mind: Was his newlywed wife not wearing underwear? 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. The younger student sat down opposite him and asked his wife to make tea.
When the beautiful young woman squatted down to get the tea set, she was facing me directly. Her dark pubic hair was still clearly visible in the shadows. The younger student 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 mind being seen? "We've already done it, what's the point of being reserved?
" The groom, standing to the side, silently prayed, "Please! Please! You can't see, you can't see..."
The beautiful woman, unable to squat properly after turning around, stood up and bent down to arrange the tea set, revealing her entire vulva to me—still wet! The pubic hair on either side of her labia was thick and curly, and due to her position, tender red buds peeked out from her 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 smiled sweetly, completely unaware that her underwear was revealing itself.
Actually, the bride, seeing the eager expressions of her husband and the senior, and their teasing behavior, knew her private parts were being seen 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 both restless, 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.
Standing by the bathroom door in their bedroom, I couldn't resist the stimulation any longer. I boldly unzipped my pants, freeing my penis, and lifted her skirt, attacking from behind. She lay on the edge of the bed, letting me penetrate her. The sneaky thrill made her both nervous and excited. Lubricated by her still-wet vaginal fluids, it was easy to insert my penis
. Even though I was being careful, we still made sounds of intercourse. Separated only by the bathroom door, I felt an almost melting pleasure, passionately and eagerly fucking my junior's beautiful wife. The bride, afraid to make a sound, only groaned softly… occasionally letting out long sighs.
This tense yet exciting intercourse, with rapid friction between our genitals, took less than five minutes before I ejaculated, my hot, cloudy semen shooting into her vagina. Unsatisfied, she vigorously shook her hips back and forth, utterly horny.
She used my still-erect penis to rub against her vagina, her greedy and lewd appearance truly unforgettable.
Finally, she also ejaculated.
When he pulled out his penis, 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 threw them in the trash can without bothering to clean them properly. It was a close call!
...
Back in Taipei, I was exhausted, but it was all worth it.
I took out my thong from my pocket, curled it into a ball in my palm, and could still smell the beautiful bride's scent, just like the one left on my penis.
I will miss this junior, I think...
The beautiful soap bubble burst, and the handsome prince charming in front of me was nothing more than a pathetic wolf prince
—
others laugh at my madness, I laugh at their ignorance.
The tombs of heroes are nowhere to be seen, only fields remain, devoid of flowers and wine.
[The End]
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