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When I first saw Nora, the bridesmaid I was partnered with, she was in this gorgeous lilac dress that emphasized the curvature of her legs, a split in the dress revealed just enough skin to make you want to unwrap more. As she walked up to me in my tux, I put out my arm in the position of a 90-degree angle.

“Well aren’t you the beautiful one!,” I said half in jest. She smiled with that jovial twinkle in her eye.

“Oh. So you’re going to flirt with me already?”, she puts her arm within mine, as we walk into the ceremony.

Nora and I were acquaintances at most. I was old friends with the groom, as she was with the bride. Our only contact with each other would be through them. But every time we did see each other at the couples’ pool parties, I could not stop side-eying looks at her. She had this firm torso that looked like it could resist a jackhammer. On top of that, her ass would swallow any bikini bottom she wore. When she would jump out of the pool using the side as leverage, you would nearly cum just watching the water dripping off of the curves. Little did I know though, the pre-ceremony shots the wedding party took would turnout well for me.

We get through the ceremony and the other wedding routines that one must do as everyone leaves to go to the reception. With everyone gone, the wedding party stays back to assist in cleaning the little that needs to be. That’s when Nora, while helping me carry a table, tells me when we are done, to meet her at her car.

“Why? I don’t need a ride. I have my own car” I ask naively.
“Dean. Just do it. Got it?”
“Ok….whatever.”

I had to take the trash out before we headed to the reception. As I threw the bag in the dumpster, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I opened the text, and saw Nora had sent:

“Don’t get in the front passenger side. Get in the back”
“You are so fucking weird.” I replied, oblivious to what I was gonna open the car door to.

When I got to the car, I grasped the handle, pulled, life seemed to pause for a good ten seconds. There was Nora, in the backset, lilac dress dangling around her torso, the contrast of her nipples against the flesh of her breasts revealing she had been playing with them as they were erect.

“Am I weird now Dean?”, she said while flicking with the bit of her clit that was peaking from under the hiked up dress.

“Fuck Nora”, in a half panic, I jump in and close the door. “Aren’t you worried someone’s gonna see you?”

I turn to look at her after checking to see if we had any watchers. In a mannerism that reminded me of a little girl playing with a new toy, Nora said nothing. She immediately began fumbling with my belt.

“Are you sure about this? It is before the reception and all”, I half-heartedly say trying to get her to stop from flaying my tuxedo pants open.

“Dean, I just want to fuck.”

She gets done with the buckle of my belts and it from its loop like Indiana Jones, I unbutton my tuxedo bottoms just in time for her to literally force the zipper down, revealing a sizeable bulge hidden in red-and-white striped briefs.

“Oopsie!” Nora interjected, rubbing the pre-cum soaked cotton “I like a man in briefs……but I always fuck a man out of them.” Nora took two handfuls of my briefs and yanked them down along with my tuxedo pants, my thick six-and-half inch cock making an audible *THAP* against my groin. “Fuck Dean. Look at this.” I expected her to be talking about my cock, so I was surprised when I felt her fingertips, like the roll of cold marbles, travel from the concavity of my hip bones, down the crevice of my groin, as she was admiring my V-line.

“Nora. We have thirty minutes”, I say exasperated.

I pulled that queen on my lap facing me, giving a gentle slap to that gelatinous ass topped with her now messed up dress, hovering my hands above her cheeks as I saw the waves travel through her. My cock in her hand, she began to thumb my glans.

“Fuck Nora,” I grunt, my eyes going cross-eyed as I look up at her, “don’t make me cum or else we won’t be fucking.” I laughingly moan with obvious pleasure.

Trying not to rip her dress, I located all of the material around her torso like a cloth hula hoop, as she used those thick hamstrings to squat over my cock.

What felt like a generation, Nora and I were stared into each other’s eyes as we guided ourselves into each other. When I felt the heat of her wet pussy slightly interface with my cockhead, Nora immediately flopped down, myself feeling the lips of her pussy build friction on every inch of my cock.

“NORA! FUCK!” I grunt squeezing her in a bear hug, “FUCKING NAUGHTY!”, I try to stem from cumming by gyrating her waist around my cock, preventing her from gliding back up. With our bodies forming a near vacuum, I try to distract myself by playing with the set of tits in front of me, fumbling her nipples with my suction. Out of instinct, my groin microthrusts into the girl who I am already balls deep in trying to get deeper. “Fuck Nora. Why are you so fucking sexy…”

The heat of the car finally gets to us, sweat sliding down her chest to fall on my tuxedo top. Nora forces herself out of the hug we were in. Being a clever girl, I noticed she had slightly leaned the front seats back so she would have some leverage to lift herself up and down my cock.

Her left hand on the driver’s seat, her right on the passenger, I watch the girl who now has a sweat-mascara mix running down her face use the force of gravity to lift herself, her pussy only holding the head of my cock. And then dropping her full weight on top of my lap. The impact reverberating in every one of her curves. When she hit my groin, my head immediately hit the headrest. The only difference from last time though was she didn’t stop. On the fifth audible “THAP” our bodies were made, I opened my eyes to see her B-cups bouncing, a whimpering moan accompanying the “THAP” of our bodies. As I began to feel the tingling sensation of ejaculation, I instinctively grab Nora by the waist and meet her down thrust.

“I’m going to fucking cum Nora,” I say in a rushed manner due to my cognitive bandwidth being used to hold cum. As I felt my thick load travel up my cock, my eyes intently embedded into hers, I biting my lip trying not to have a stroke from the pleasure.

She loudly begins to rapidly chant “cuminmecuminmecuminme”

And like a Pavlovian command, I slammed up unto her, our bodies hitting each other, a rope of cum being pumped into her on every down struck. Everything, our moans and grunts, the impact of our bodies, and the aroma of our sweat was an orchestra of sexual tension finally cut. What was probably a minute but felt like eternity, as Nora and I just sat in the back, her collapsed in my lap, and me suffering from post-orgasm thrusts.

I finally broke the silence, “Nora. We should get to the reception.”

NSFW: yes

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