Ray Mills: Making The Bride Maid

Randi's ass was high in the air, wiggling and bucking. Her body quivered and ached with pleasure as Rick fucked his cock into her. She mewled and whimpered softly, trying not to make noise but unable to control the sounds that came from deep in her throat.

"Ohhhnnn Jesus, fuck me, baby, fuck me!" she groaned in a husky whisper, feeling the first sharp twinges of a hot climax.

Rick's hands were all over her smooth body. He fucked his cock into her tight cunt, ripping it up into her and lifting her knees off the carpet with each lunge. Randi yelped softly, already turning to mush as the true force of her orgasm began to hit her.

Rick came just seconds before her. He grunted and fucked his cock into her roughly, and Randi could feel it spewing gobs of warm cum into her cunt. The sensation made her dissolve in a wild swoon as shock waves of hot orgasm consumed her shuddering body.

"Ohhhnnnggg! God, baby, Rick, I'm coming!" she moaned. "Aiiieee!

Aiiiieeee! Mmmmnngeeeee!"

She knew she was wailing too loud, but she couldn't stop herself. The spasms of pleasure wrenched her flesh. She collapsed on the floor with Rick on her back, his pulsing cock still buried deep in her pussy.

"Oh God, oh God!" she finally whimpered as the spasms died out.

Rick withdrew his cock and rolled over on the floor beside her. They kissed, and Randi rubbed her body against him. She couldn't believe that they had fucked twice on the night before his marriage to her sister.

"You can't marry Laura!" she whispered to him. "If you do, how can we keep doing this?"

"It'll be even easier for us afterward," he said.

"So you're going through with it?"

Rick shrugged. "How can I back out now?"

"In that case, you'd better get out of my room right now," Randi said, feeling both angry and hurt.

Reluctantly, Rick got up and left. Several minutes passed before Randi got up and lay down on her bed. She had been fucked three times in barely an hour, but she still couldn't fall asleep.

The next day was Laura's wedding. Randi was surprised to find that she could barely look her sister in the face. She was afraid it was written all over her own features: He fucked me. The guy you're going to marry, Laura. He fucked me, last night. Not once, but twice.

And the second time he caught me like an animal on the floor and fucked me from behind! And I loved it, Laura, each time.

Randi could feel her pulse quickening even as the words appeared in her head. She tried to avoid her sister during the minutes leading up to the ceremony. At the same time, she tried to avoid Rick, and her brother Billy too.

So she was sitting in the minister's office, leafing through a magazine, when a very handsome guy in a tuxedo poked his head in the door.

"Whoops, I guess this isn't it," he said. "I'm looking for Rick Stewart. I'm his best man."

Randi smiled, intrigued by the good-looking man. She was almost sorry to be wearing a formal dress, which covered up the lines of her body.

But she squirmed in her chair and crossed her legs, watching his eyes linger on her shapely calves.

"I'm Randi," she said. "I'm Laura's sister."

He grinned and came over to her. He sat in the chair next to hers.

Randi realized that these were the chairs couples sat in to be counseled by the minister before getting married. The thought made her giggle softly.

"I'm sorry, I know it's only a rented tux," the man said, winking.

"Oh, no, I wasn't laughing about that."

"I'm Daryl Johnson," he said, extending a hand. "Well, I guess I should be finding Rick."

"Oh, don't go yet."

Randi felt embarrassed. Somehow thinking again about Rick and Billy had gotten her aroused. And Daryl made her feel even more excited. She knew it was silly, but she didn't want him to leave just yet.

"Did you have something else in mind?" he asked, looking down over her dress.

Randi's young tits swelled under the frilly fabric of her dress. She uncrossed and crossed her legs again. Then she looked around the room, as if desperate to see if they could lock it or something.

She realized she was wild to have him fuck her.

"Oh, just-talk," she said nervously.

Daryl's eyes continued to linger on the neckline of her dress. Just a soft hint of the valley between her two firm jutting tits was visible.

He couldn't stop looking at it.

"You're very beautiful, Randi," he said under his breath.

He put his hand out, as if he wanted to touch her, but couldn't let himself do it. Randi took his hand in her own and drew it forward until it rested on the very spot he was glaring at, the vee between her tits.

His fingers on the bare skin of her chest felt warm and dangerous.

She leaned forward, her lips wet and parted. Two of Daryl's fingers slipped beneath her neckline. Randi could feel her pussy getting wet.

"Did you ever feel like you and someone else just had to-"

But before she could finish, Daryl's mouth found hers. His tongue slipped inside and stabbed hers. His fingers dug into her flesh, trying to slip under the tight bra she wore.

"Wait a second!" she panted softly.

She realized that they were sitting right out in public, where anyone could pop in on them without warning. But she couldn't stop herself.

She reached behind her back and undid the top buttons of her dress.

Then she unfastened the clasp of her bra.

Immediately Daryl plunged his hand under the cup of her bra and grasped her firm round tit. He squeezed it, then pinched her thick swollen nipple, kissing her at the same time. Randi felt her cunt flood with juice.

"Oh God, yes!" she gasped into his ear. "I want you to suck it!"

"Here?"

Quickly she glanced around. Behind the minister's desk was a door, partially open, which led to a small bathroom. Randi stood up and pulled Daryl toward it.

"In here," she murmured, drawing him inside and locking the door behind them.

The room was so small that there was barely enough room for the two of them. Without saying another word, Daryl started kissing her heatedly.

Randi leaned against the small wash basin and coiled her searching tongue around his passionately.

While he kissed her, Daryl unfastened the remaining buttons on the back of her dress. He slipped it off her shoulders. The dress fell to her feet. Her bra straps slid down her arms.

Daryl could hardly wait for her to shed the bra before he filled his hands with her springy tits. Randi pulled his head down to them with both hands.

"Suck me!" she pleaded. "Suck me! Ohhhh, do it hard!"

He held one of her firm tits in both hands and sucked her throbbing nipple deep into his mouth. Randi mewled and bit her lip. She almost fainted with pleasure. He tongued and sucked her nipple until it was stiff and rubbery, then turned to the other one.

"Ohhhh!" Randi moaned, pushing her aching tit into his mouth. "It feels so good! Yes, suck hard! Unggghhh!"

While he busied himself sucking her nipples, Randi got his belt buckle open. Then she unzipped the pants of his tux. She could feel the hot, coiled power of his thick cock through the cotton of his shorts.

Her tits tingled and pulsed with fire under his working lips. He held them both in his hands, squeezing them roughly, devouring her pointy nipples again and again.

"Randi, what beautiful tits you've got!" he panted. "I've never seen any so lovely as these!"

"Really?" she whimpered, feeling her pussy melt with juice and throb with need. "God, Daryl, I want you to fuck me!"

"Here?" he asked, as if echoing his earlier question.

"No, here," Randi said in a sultry voice, taking one of his hands from her naked tits and pulling it down to her panties.

He could feel the wetness of her cunt through the fabric. Seconds later, Randi slid her hand under his shorts and grasped his cock. She pinched the swollen prickhead lightly with her fingers, and Daryl gasped.