Banging The Bride On Her Wedding Day ♕

My stilettos clicked beneath me as banging the bride filled my mind.

As I entered the room, my eyes were fixated on her  – Lucia, the beautiful bride-to-be, her black locks cascading down her back. I’d loved her for so long. Tender, erotic moments were shared when we were young, only an experiment to her, but for me, an affirmation of both my sexuality and my love for her… banging the bride was something I’d already done several times and didn’t want to give up.

She stood before the mirror, a slender reflection of doubt marred by a subtle mix of fear and anxiety.
The soft rustle of my ugly fucking bridesmaid’s gown accompanied my approach. Lucia remained unaware, consumed by the vision in the mirror, her thoughts troubled.

My thoughts changed from banging the bride to concern.

“Lucia, are you all right?” I asked, finally breaking the heavy silence. My concern was genuine; I would do anything to protect her heart.
The bride-to-be looked at me, her eyes glassy, her lips a subtle shade of pink. “I-I don’t know,” she stammered, trying her hardest to compose herself.
“How about a hug?” I suggested.
Lucia nodded, and I comforted her which turned into kissing her neck softly. Her arms slid around my waist, her cheek pressed against my chest.
“Everything will be fine,” I whispered in her ear. “I’m here for you.”

The warmth of our bodies entwined drew us closer together. I was about to be banging the bride. We looked at each other. In her eyes I saw a need. Before either of us knew it, our lips met in a passionate kiss — tender, longing, and unleashed. Our tongues danced a dance they hadn’t known for years. It was Lucia who made the move to unzip my dress. After that clothes fell to the floor and she took my nipple into her mouth. A sigh escaped my lips as I felt her fingers slip between my pussy lips.

“Lucia, baby. Don’t.” I said.

“Why not?” she asked.
“Do you hear yourself? What’s going on with you? You’re about to get married to a great guy.” she kissed me again.
“I need you now, give me this last thing, please,” she said.

I knew an orgasm would do us both good, so perhaps banging the bride was in order. Good sense and honor melted away as I pushed her down and onto the couch, she spread her legs. Her sexy pink pussy opened. I couldn’t say no. I closed my eyes and took in her scent as I began licking her clit, slowly in circles like she likes.

“Ohhh, Fuck, I miss this,” Lucia said. “I’ve wanted you to do this since you showed up.”

I slipped two fingers inside her cunt, just so, I’ve known the location of her g-spot since we were twenty. Did her fiancé even care she had one? I settled into a slow rhythm. Her pussy responded, getting wetter and clenching around my fingers as I sucked her fat, thick clit.

While I was banging the bride, her back arched and she came, legs shaking.

Her juices flowed into my mouth as she grabbed my hair and destroyed the carefully appointed hairdo. She rubbed her pussy on my face as her whole body trembled. Soon, she sat up and pushed me down, she was under my dress in a flash, her small supple tongue found my pussy and drilled deep into my hole. Her fingers found my asshole and slipped inside.
“Lucia, you’re going to fuck up your hair and makeup,” I said as my toes curled.
At first, I tried to get away, but lifting my ass only gave her better access and so, I sat on the arm as she worked her forbidden magic on me. My orgasm was fast approaching, and I hung on, unable to do much else than give in to her.
I came, and my universe spun. Before we could say or do anything the head of her fiance poked in. My legs still splayed open, Lucia kissing my thigh. His face went white and then pink with embarrassment as he ducked back out. “Oh shit,” popped out of my mouth. Lucia surfaced and looked at me with confusion.
“What? Is it starting?” she asked when we heard the organ play the preamble to the ceremony.
I fixed her hair and makeup. We hurried out and there stood her fiance. A smile danced across her face as she kissed him.
Her fiance then smiled at me and said, “Thank you.”

When I’m not banging the bride on her wedding day, I’m sometimes playing with other men and women because bisexual babes are more fun. Read all about it in my last blog.