Rick Arledge: Young pussy

Sandy broke open another bottle of Champagne and just as its foam was spouting out of the bottle end, Elton said, "Honey, can we stop. I have to see a man about a horse."

Sandy giggled back, "Elton, let me see your pretty cock? Let me see if you really have to make a pee-pee?"

Elton fumbled with his zipper and finally was able to let his flaccid meat peek out of his fly. "That Champagne that we have been drinking sure makes me dizzy. Are you dizzy honey?"

Sandy laughed, "You're damn right I am. What do you think we should be? We drank half a case of God damn Champagne and my pussy is just itching and creaming."

She noticed Paul pick his ears up when she spoke about her hot creaming pussy. She reached forward and stroked the back of Paul's neck and noticed that Paul gave a slight shiver. Sandy had vision of Paul or some other big black man fucking Elton in the arse hole and perhaps having Elton suck her pussy after another man had dropped his hot heavy load inside of her. Sandy felt her pussy squeeze and contract.

Sandy reached down into Elton's open fly and her fingers grabbed at his piss filled cock. It wasn't hard and it wasn't soft. It was just sort of swollen. She shook his cock back and forth and felt the swollen veins in his balls. "Oh, yes honey you have to piss. I'm glad you asked me if we could stop."

She touched Paul on the back of the neck again and asked him politely to pull over to the side of the road so that everybody could piss.

"Yes, ma'am. I'll pull to the side of the road as soon as this car in back of me passes. The road sure is deserted at this hour. If you want I'll also be able to get rid of the empty Champagne bottles." Paul pulled the car to the roadside and turned the engine off. He left the parking lights on and ran around to the side door of the limousine and opened it for the future Mrs. Silver.

Sandy swung her legs towards the open door exposing her beautiful auburn colored fuzz of her crotch. In each hand she held on an empty Champagne bottle for Paul to get rid of…

Paul looked up from Sandy's wide spread crotch and took the empty bottles from her hand. He stood motionless and Sandy did not make a move or even cover her exposed tanned inner thighs.

Sandy reached down and grabbed her bikini panties and ripped outwards, "I won't need these on if I'm going to piss, and man I have to piss. It looks like my future husband is all crapped out."

Paul placed the mouth of one of the Champagne bottles up close and barely touched Sandy's now exposed cleft. He tipped the bottle upwards and the cool leftover Champagne bubbled onto Sandy's pubic hair and hot trench. Without another word Paul got to his knees and his tongue licked the Champagne from Sandy's crotch.

"Go ahead Paul. You can suck it," she teased, "Would you like to?"

Paul suddenly glued his mouth to Sandy's wet pussy hole and his tongue explored its inner recesses. He pulled away from Sandy and looked in the direction of Elton who was passed out or in a state of semi-consciousness. Paul's fear of Elton dissipated itself and he blurted out, "Let me suck your piss? Let me drink your hot yellow urine? I want to feel its hotness running down my throat." He glued his lips around Sandy's pee hole and sucked. He felt Sandy grind her hips on the seat and push her hot box hard against his face. Her swollen clitoris throbbed in his mouth and he marveled at its length and size. He watched the hairy mons above Sandy's cleft, and at about the same time he felt her hot yellow urine, pissing and running into his sucking mouth. He swallowed hard and somehow hit the happy medium of being able to absorb Sandy's hot outflow as fast as it fell from her cunt into his belly.

"Ohhhhhh. Ohhhhhhh. Honey please, I have to piss. What are you doing?" Elton moaned.

Sandy directed Elton to, "Get the fuck out of the car if you really want to piss." She pulled hard-on his swollen staff and dragged him out of the limousine door by the cock.

Elton stumbled and fell forward, but was supported by Sandy's hand holding his flaccid joint. He felt Paul come to his left side and support him. He heard Sandy's voice boom in his ears. "Go ahead honey, piss. Piss if you can." Elton strained and finally his already overloaded bladder that was almost paralyzed from its fullness allowed some piss to trickle out of his cock.

Sandy winked at Paul and gently massaged Elton's cock. She moved her fingers gently up and down the short length of his shaft. She felt his piss dribble from his swollen cock hole. It was as if his joint had swelled so much that it had closed the urethra and his hot piss had difficulty finding its way through its door.

Paul's flashing smile let Sandy know that he was amenable to almost any game that she might play. He spoke softly, "Allow me to help you, Mr. Silver. Be careful that you don't fall."

Elton nodded his head, "Thanks Paul. I'm embarrassed, but I'm sure you understand. Somehow or other I just can't seem to pee. Ahhhh. Ahhhh. It is coming now. It's coming now. The piss is just coming. Ohhhhh. It is so painful and yet so pleasurable."

Sandy once again caught Paul's eye and nodded in the direction of Elton's now yellow streaming limp dong. She wrapped her fist around Elton's softness and squeezed very hard. Her sudden squeezing cut the flow of piss off very sharply and painfully. She heard Elton gasp and pull his hips in backwards. Then she relaxed her grip and Elton's dong commenced to dribble again.

Paul supported Elton as his knees buckled from under him, when Sandy had chopped the urine flow off again, very suddenly. Paul reached down with his left hand and started to stroke his hard outlined cock. He heard Elton groan and Paul's cock became steel hard in his pants. It throbbed and dripped and he felt that everyone of his arse clenches squeezed more of his thick semen into his cock, from his balls.

Sandy allowed Elton to finish peeing. "Paul, when we get to the Justice of the Peace, will you be our friend and stand up for us? It would be nice to have you witness our wedding. Isn't that so Elton?"

Elton nodded his head and said, "Yes dear. Whatever you say. You know I'll do whatever you say. Can we get started again? I would like to be yours as soon as possible."

Sandy shook Elton's peter and gave it a hard twist for good measure. The hard twist made Elton cry out and Sandy smiled, "All right honey. Let's go back now. We are only a few minutes away from the Justice of the Peace and then, you'll really be my slave. Isn't that what you want?"

"Oh, yes. Yes. I want to be your slave. I want to do your bidding."

The Justice of the Peace did his job in the short space of ten minutes. Paul gave the bride away.

Now they were Man and Wife: or should we say, Slave and Owner!

After the ceremony they all piled back into the limousine and Paul headed towards New York City.

Elton fell asleep and Sandy leaned back and contemplated the wild things that she would do with her new husband Elton. 'Sandy Silver, Sandy Silver,' she repeated over and over to herself. 'It sounds good, if I do think so myself.'

Her thought returned once more to Elton Silver. She fantasied Elton being tied to her wall naked and being made to watch her get fucked by another man. Perhaps she'd have Paul fuck Elton in the arse and play with his cock or maybe Tom. Elton could suck off Tom's dog. Bijou was black and white and his dog balls swung low and his cock was heavy when it extended itself. She always use to like to watch Tom getting fucked in the arse by his dog.

She thought to herself, 'I wonder if Elton bruises easily. I guess I'll have to be careful where I beat him, because of his job. I can always whip him with my riding crop where it won't show. Or I can tie him up with hard rough ropes. It will be great fun to ride his naked arse all around the house while I whip his arse hard.' She pictured the red welts rising and the blood staining the inside of her thighs. She put her finger up her skirt and gently massaged her swollen spur cock. She shut her eyes and moved her pinching fingers faster and faster. The cream came out in torrents and she shuddered from the tense orgasm.