“Love your tits,” Trav said, and my pussy tightened.
I wanted him to play with them. He pressed his face against my chest, but it wasn’t enough. I pushed them up, and he started licking them. Everything went hazy, and I gasped. I was horny. I wanted sex. Were we going home?
Oh wait, we were doing something else. I couldn’t remember what. Wait, we were getting married—that was it!
“Yes,” Jackie cheered and kissed me. I liked his tongue. It made me all squiggly inside. I loved tonight. We were having the best fun.
Elvis met us at the entrance.
“You’re not dead? I thought you were dead.” I touched his face, and he really was real.
“No, li’l darlin’, I’m not dead. Let’s get you married. Who’s the lucky groom?”
“Wait, I need flowers. And the see-through thingy. The one on your head.” I nodded. They were essential. I wanted them.
“A veil?” he asked, and the ground shifted.
My head wouldn’t stay still. I giggled. This was funny.
“Let’s get you a veil and flowers,” Elvis said.
We drank more champagne, and before I knew it, we were kissing and I was wearing an entire diamond mine on my finger. The ring was huuuge! I loved it. I loved them. Jacques and Trav had made everything so special. We took selfies and laughed and kissed until Elvis told us there was another beautiful bride waiting to get married. I loved weddings. I loved love. Oh, I loved sex too. I wanted some of that now.
There was a limousine—an actual stretch limousine—waiting for us when we walked out. Jacques held my hand, and Trav opened the door for us. I flopped down onto the seat and looked around. It was cool inside—there was champagne in a bucket!—and the black leather seats were super comfortable. I could lie down and…. Could we have sex in here?
“I want in that luscious ass,” Jackie growled, then spread my legs open and kneeled between them. “Can Travis fuck your sweet pussy?”
“Yes,” I panted, tugging my dress up to my butt. I needed that right now.
“Wait, darlin’. I want you spread out so I can taste every fine inch of you.”
I whimpered and tried to press my legs together, but Jacques was there. “Touch me,” I begged, and he did. He pushed my panties aside with his strong fingers, then ran them from my clit to my butt, spreading my juices around. I wanted to come so bad.
The pop of the champagne cork startled me, and I giggled. It turned into a moan when Jacques slid his fingers inside my pussy. I gripped him with my walls, not wanting to let him go. But I wanted more too. I wanted to try a threesome.
Trav tilted my head back and poured champagne down my throat. It spilled everywhere when I swallowed, but Jacques leaned forward and lapped it up, licking along my boobs. I wanted him to suck on them.
“We will, darlin’.”
I stumbled out of the limo when we got to the fancy-schmancy hotel we were staying at and followed Jacques and Trav through the lobby. My feet weren’t working properly, and the floor was really uneven. I leaned up against the wall and took off my shoes, giggling when Jacques tried to take them, but Trav was quicker.
“You’re carrying our girl over the door thing,” Trav slurred, snapping his fingers. He was speaking slowly.
It was funny. I giggled again, and we made it to the lifts and up to the room.
Trav opened the door and Jacques picked me up like I weighed nothing. How was he so strong? I’d never been picked up before. I threw my arms around his neck and stretched my legs out. I wanted him to spin me around. But he didn’t. I pouted.
But then he laid me on the bed and unbuttoned his shirt. I licked my lips and spread my legs. He was hella sexy.
“Strip for me, boys,” I cried out and giggled. I almost sounded like Shania Twain! “We need music.” I nodded, all serious. It was important. It needed to be done right. I got the buttons on my phone to work and asked it to play “Hot Stuff.”That was the perfect stripper song.
I watched as Trav and Jacques laughed and took each other’s clothes off. That wassohot. They danced and shook their asses, both of them getting harder and harder the whole time. I wanted to touch them too. They were so sexy. They had muscles on their muscles. Trav was tanned and so big. His legs were as thick as mine, but they were rock solid where mine wobbled. Jacques was smaller but still huge. Their cocks were freaking perfect too—so long and thick and all mine.Yes, girl. Yes!I was finally going to get laid by a man with a really big dick.Two, actually.
I giggled and tugged up my dress, but it kept getting caught underneath me. I flopped around on the bed while inching it up. When I finally got it off, Jacques and Trav had stopped moving. They were staring at me.
Heat flushed over me, and I froze. Did they think I was too fat like David had?
“That body, Jesus Christ,” Jacques breathed and lunged forward. “You’re beautiful.”
