Always the Bridesmaid

Always the Bridesmaid

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Summary

Another short one. Less than 500 words inspired by FARM.

Summary

Another short one. Less than 500 words inspired by FARM.

Content

Submitted: June 01, 2016

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Content

Submitted: June 01, 2016

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I’m in a trailer, being pulled by a tractor across a bumpy farmyard. I’m sat, perched, on the most attractive man I’ve seen all week’s lap and with each pot hole I glide over his leg. I’m a bridesmaid at my best friend’s wedding.  

We’d started drinking early so I’ve got a confidence I don’t usually have. I turn to him. He was an usher in the church. He meets my eye and blushes a bit as once again my bottom moves across his lap in my silky dress.

 “Can you concentrate on my boobs bouncing rather than the number of chins you can see from there please. I’m sure you’ve not got the most flattering angle.” He reddens further as we both glance down at my boobs, almost bursting out from my bridesmaids dress. He smiles uncomfortably.

“Maddie.”

“John.”

He leans forward then and whispers that he needs to think of anything rather than the hot lips that he can feel sliding over his lap. It’s my turn to blush, I look around the trailer to see if anyone else has heard but get catapulted against him as the tractor comes to a stop in a deep pitted muddy trough.

We let the other guests get off first, squeals of horror at mud meeting wedding shoes but we just stare at each other. As the last person disappears into the vast Marquee he steps down and scoops me up, then heads towards a barn. He throws me on bales of straw which pierce my ridiculous dress and stick in my flesh.

I laugh at the thrill, this unexpected need that’s come upon us. He unzips and stands in front of me pulling his foreskin, rolling it back over the head of his cock. I open my mouth looking up at him as he feeds me. Pulling his stiff prick and letting me taste the precum as it starts to coat his head.

I lie back then. And he moves over me, I can feel his hardness through the layers of my dress, he fights them out of the way to part my panties and spear me with his shaft. My back grazes up against scratchy straw, as he takes me with an urgency. An animalistic desperation grown between us that we need to sate. I stretch my legs wider to help him get deeper and my dress rips. The thrill of ripping cloth, being outside with someone I’ve just met, makes me come so very hard and loud. Is that awful? As I come I clench tighter around his cock and he stops. A growl grows from the back of his throat, meeting my mewls, as my pussy grips him harder. The growl turns to a howl as I milk him with my cunt. He grunts, jerks forward and spears me forcefully into the haybale as he fills my wet hole with his seed.


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