Happily ever after...
From Create Your Own Story
Stacy is quietly humming Canon in D as you pull up to your house. You help her out of the car, then pick her up suddenly. She giggles as you carry her through the door, then through the house straight to the bedroom. You set her down so that she is sitting on the edge of the bed, then sit next to her and kiss her tenderly.
"I thought we might never get out of that courthouse," she moans hungrily. You look down to see a noticeable deformation in her long, white dress. You've both been abstaining for days now in anticipation, so you know she's riled up. Your gaze travels back up to take in the rest of the dress, which strains the bounds of propriety. It hugs her sinful curves tightly, and exposes generous expanses of cleavage. Her huge breasts and thick ass jiggle as she stands up, and you make out steamily next to the bed. Her full, pornstar lips are soft but firm, and you admire her glamor model looks once more. "You know what I want," she whispers hotly.
You kiss your way down her neck, her cleavage, her stomach under the dress, until you are kneeling in front of her. She slowly and carefully pulls up the train of her dress until you can see the lower half of her body. Between her thick, bouncy thighs you see her lacy white G-string comically failing to restrain its contents. As you suspected, she's utterly aroused, and you lick your lips at the full, fat 12 inches of her erection, not to mention the smooth, swollen testicles overflowing her panties. You pull the scrap of fabric down off of her legs. You do indeed know what she wants, and you submissively lap at her balls, happily breathing in her perfumed scent. "Oh, yes, baby," moans Stacy as you suck at her meaty nuts. "lick my big balls. You know how much cum I have for you in there? It's been sooooo long since I relieved them." You shudder with anticipation. She loves it when you start out this way without touching her cock.
Eventually, you start licking your way up her enormous meat, kissing along the veins and teasing around her head. "Such a good cocksucker," she praises you absently. You put everything you have into the act, wanting this to be the best blowjob your new bride has ever had. You desperately deepthroat her farther and farther as she groans helplessly, softly cradling your head with one hand and holding up her dress with the other. Your hands are filled with her thick ass as you force almost all of her length inside you. Finally, she stops you. "Holy shit, baby, you're driving me crazy. I can't wait any longer. Get on the bed."
You scramble up on the bed on your hands and knees. Stacy madly struggles to undo your dress slacks, then pulls them down to your knees, pushing your shirt and jacket up out of the way. "Can't wait," she growls. You may be technically wearing pants, but your hung bride has worn the metaphorical pants ever since her transformation. Her footlong she-meat assures that. She puts one foot up on the bed, then presses the plum-sized head of her cock up against your anus. Since you haven't gone at it in awhile, you've had a chance to tighten back up some, and she groans appreciatively as her width presses into you inexorably. You moan in combined pain and delight as your wife consummates your union in dominant fashion.
"Please," you whimper softly as more dick enters your backside. "Oh, please," as eight inches split you, then nine. "Stacy, please," and then her full foot of penis fills you up.
Stacy kisses your neck as she grinds against you softly. "I'm gonna make you feel so good tonight, baby," she promises. "I'm gonna give you this dick until you can't think straight. You made me a very happy woman today, so you just be a good, faithful bendover husband and I'll give you everything you need."
"Yes, Stacy, fuck me. I'm yours," you cry out. She grabs your shoulder with one hand and your waist with the other, then starts fucking you in earnest. You moan and yelp shamelessly at her practiced technique, your own cock painfully erect and dripping beneath you. You turn to watch the scene in your wall mirror. Stacy's wedding dress is hiked up and partly draped on your backside. Her full, voluptuous body ruts violently against your backside, with one high-heeled leg planted firmly to your side and the other elegant and straight on the floor. The member inside you feels completely wrong and completely right at the same time, impossible and perfect. "I'm gonna cum," you manage weakly, and you watch in fascination as Stacy alters her rhythm to milk your prostate. Hot, white jizz sprays forcefully underneath you. The buildup of over a week of abstinence liberally coats the blanket beneath you, and you don't think you'll ever stop cumming. Your anal muscles clench on Stacy, and her breathing becomes ragged. "Fill me, Stacy," you plead. "Mate me."
"Fuck yes," she answers. "I'm gonna make you mine." Stacy pushes you forward and guides you to the head of the bed. You grab the top of the headboard and arch your back, and Stacy sets to breaking in the marital bed. "Are you ready for you wife's cum?" Stacy pants. She plows you animalistically, then freezes against your ass. You encourage her wantonly as her orgasm begins. The heat and pressure is incredible, as your bowels are quickly backed up with her insane production. Yet she still keeps cumming, jerking against you and making strangled sounds. Her balls gradually empty absurd amounts of seed into your ass, until finally she goes limp against your back.
