JOIN
Playing on a boat in the marina.
About six months later I met my second husband. We had been dating regularly for a couple of months. At some point my fiancé said his best friend was going to be in town for the weekend and he wanted me to meet him. I didn't think much of it until we were driving to the Everett Marina. When we entered the bar, there was Tony, my fiancés best friend.
We both pretended not to know each other and shook hands. We all made small talk and had a few drinks and snacks. When my fiancé went to the bathroom we finally had a couple minutes to talk. Tony said I had to pay him to keep quiet. I didn't know if he was serious or not, but since he had pictures of me fucking and sucking him and his friend, I wasn't going to take a chance. He said a blowjob would do. I didn't want to ruin things with my fiancé so I agreed. When my date came back I excused myself to go to the bathroom. A minute after I entered the ladies room, Tony came in. He said he told my date he had to meet someone and would be back later. I hadn't expected to have to do this right now, I thought he meant sometime this weekend.
We went into a stall. I sat on the toilet and Tony stood in front of me. He pulled his cock out and I started sucking it. I knew I didn't have a lot of time, so I applied as much suction as I could, and stroked him with my hand. I sucked and pumped as fast as I could, hoping to get this over with quickly. Unfortunately my neck started getting sore, so I held my head still and started pulling Tony into my mouth. He quickly got the idea, grabbed my head and started pumping into me, now fucking my mouth. As I held onto his ass he kept going a little deeper on each stroke. I started to gag, but forced it back. I didn't have time to slow things down. Eventually he had his whole cock pumping into my mouth and throat. Another minute and he started cumming. I coughed a bit, as his first spurt shot out while he was all the way in my throat. I pushed him back before the rest deposited on my tongue. He zipped up and we both exited the stall. I told him I was going out first, he was on his own. I went back out and met my fiancé like nothing had happened.
Tony had me suck him off a couple more times when he was in town, and I ended up fucking him once more, the night before my wedding in Reno. He was the best man.
My fiancé and I had separate hotel rooms before the wedding. You know the whole "can't see the bride before the wedding thing." He was planning on going out with his friends that night anyway, and I went out with my mom and sister. Around midnight I got a call from Tony. I knew what he wanted and I couldn't risk things now. I answered and gave him my room number.
I slipped on a bathrobe when I heard the knock at the door. I let Tony in and sat on the edge of the bed. I could tell he was drunk and hoped I could just suck him off and get him out of here quickly. He took his pants off and staggered in front of me. I slid my mouth onto his cock and started working him to full erection. As I was sucking his cock, Tony untied my bathrobe and opened the front. He started playing with both of my boobs, one in each hand. He seemed to be having trouble standing still, swaying back and forth. He mumbled something about needing to go pee, and then started pissing in my mouth. I pulled my head back and got sprayed in the face and down the front of me. I squeezed his cock hard and told him to stop, which he did.
Luckily I had the robe under me so none of it got on the bed. I pulled Tony into the bathroom and told him to use the toilet. I turned on the shower and climbed in to rinse myself off. As I was soaping my front and face, I felt Tony's hands on my back. He was in the shower behind me. He grabbed me by my hips and slid his cock into my pussy. I didn't want to make a scene, not knowing what he would do being so drunk, so I rinsed off my face and turned the water off. I bent over at the waist and rested my hands on the edge of the tub. Tony pumped into me from behind. He fucked me for quite a while, like twenty minutes passed and he still hadn't cum yet. I had gotten close a couple times, but couldn't seem to go over the edge.
That quickly changed. Tony held himself inside me, and then I felt a warm pressure in my pussy. Suddenly hot liquid started running out over my clit and down my legs. Tony was pissing inside me. I came hard! I started rocking forward and back onto his hard cock, still pissing into me. I never felt anything like this, it was incredible. I started moaning nonstop, riding the high of my orgasm. Tony kept peeing and swayed back to far. His cock came out of me, hot piss spraying directly on my clit. That sent me off on another, even stronger orgasm. I grabbed his cock behind me and directed the spray onto my pussy and clit. It felt amazing. I came yet again, and blacked out for just a second or two.
As the flow coming out of his cock started to lessen, I turned to face him, dropped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth. I'm not sure why, after being initially repulsed by it, but now I wanted the last of his piss in my mouth. I sucked as the last of his stream was slowing, and swallowed his urine. I continued to suck his cock until I got every drop of piss, and kept sucking, maybe hoping for more. After another minute or so, he finally started cumming in my mouth. Of course I swallow that too.
I had never seen a guy that was able to pee while he was fully erect before. Maybe it had something to do with how drunk he was. I wish I knew, so I could explore that sensation again sometime. It was so nasty, but maybe that's part of why it felt so good.
I turned the shower back on and rinsed us both off. I had to wash my hair as well. When we were finished I dried Tony and told him to get dressed, while I dried myself off, taking longer to dry my hair. When I came out of the bathroom, Tony was passed out on my bed still naked. I knew there was no way I was going to wake him up, so I set the alarm clock for six in the morning and crawled in bed beside him.
I awoke a few hours later to the full weight of Tony on top of me. I was lying on my stomach with my arms underneath my belly and my hands part way between my breasts. Tony had a hand on each of my boobs, squeezing my nipples, while he slammed his cock into my pussy hard and fast. I didn’t say anything, just arched my back and spread my legs to get him in deeper, and laid there staring at the clock. It was almost four thirty. I don’t know how long he had been on top of me before I woke up, but he fucked me like that for almost thirty minutes. I came once, but kept hoping he would piss inside of me again and give me that great feeling one more time. It never happened.
He finally started moaning that he was almost there. I told him I wanted him to cum on my asshole, like Damon had. I’m not sure if he even knew what Damon had done, but he pulled his cock out of my pussy and pressed it against my asshole. I wasn’t lubed up like before, but with his full weight on top of me, his seven inch cock made its way into my bowels. This time it hurt. He didn’t go slow like his friend had done, he just slammed into me like he was fucking my pussy. I screamed into my pillow. Luckily he only had that one stroke left, and started to spurt deep inside my asshole. He pulled out as soon as he stopped cumming, before he went limp. I felt like my rectum was on fire.
I told him he had to get out of here before everyone woke up. The wedding wasn’t until that afternoon, but my mother’s room was just down the hall and I was meeting her for breakfast in a few hours. He got dressed and left without saying a word.
The wedding went off without any problems. I never did anything with Tony again. I actually never saw or heard from him again after the reception that night. I heard he had a heart attack and had passed away about a year later. I never told my now ex-husband.
I wish I had gotten copies of those pictures.
