1. Southern Decadence Three


    Date: 11/18/2017, Categories: Bisexual, Author: marktreble, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    maid of honor’s home. Brett went over the details one last time. “We’re committed to two hours. You’re guaranteed at least one blow job, and usually at least one fuck.” This sounded good to me. When we got to the house Brett rang the doorbell. “I’m sorry, we’re lost,” he told the woman who answered the door. This was part of the agreed script. “Come on in,” she invited us. “You look warm. I’ll get you a drink and you can find your bearings.” We followed her into a large room filled with women looking hopeful. “Sorry, ladies, these guys just lost their way. I’m getting them each a water.” With that she disappeared into a kitchen and returned with two bottles of water. I opened mine and, per the plan, spilled it on my shirt. “I’m sorry, is there some way to dry this?” I asked the hostess. “I’ll throw it in the dryer,” she said. I removed my shirt and handed it to her. “Any room for this one?” asked Brett. He, too, had “accidentally” spilled water on his shirt. She held out her hand and took Brett’s shirt. “Oops,” said a girl sitting next to Brett. She had “accidentally” spilled her drink on his jeans. “Any more room in the dryer?” the girl asked. Brett slipped off his sandals while the girl unbuckled his belt. Soon his jeans were in the dryer. An overweight woman with some sort of flower in her hair asked me if she needed to spill something on my jeans. Without waiting for an answer she had my jeans on the floor. I stepped out of them while she stood up. Soon we were dancing ...
    together. I glanced back at Brett. The girl who had spilled water on him was dancing with him. She was less than half the size of the woman dancing with me. The economy size woman put my hands on her breasts as she undid the buttons of her blouse. I helped her off with her blouse and bra. As I held her breasts in my hands all I could think of was enormous deflated beach balls. The woman I was holding announced that she was the mother of the bride, and it was time for the young ones to have some fun. She was replaced by a brunette with tiny breasts who took off her own blouse. She was braless. I figured if she and the mother of the bride could just average it out they’d each have a nice set of tits. Someone replaced the girl with Brett. I heard a squeal and turned to look. Brett was stepping out of his boxer briefs, and the hostess was lowering him to the floor. Micro-tits moved me next to Brett and lay me on the floor as well. “Bridesmaids first!” was all I heard before I had a pussy in my face. Now, this, I did not need practice for. I began probing, licking and sucking for all I was worth. I found her clit and bathed it with my tongue. In less than two minutes she had an orgasm. She was replaced by another girl; I caught a quick glimpse of red pubic hair. My tongue probed inwards and encountered what was probably the largest clit I have ever experienced. I licked and probed, and it grew larger. Soon I was able to nibble on it with my teeth. Two orgasms down, God knows how ...
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