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Subject: {ASSM} My Best Friend's Wedding 3/4
Date: Sat, 25 May 2002 06:10:04 -0400
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My Best Friend's Wedding 3
Day 3
Jules came out of the shower to answer a knock on the
door. It was nearly noon but she'd had to pour Iris
into a taxi near dawn and it had felt good to sleep
in.

"Michael. This is a surprise." Jules tucked the edge
of her towel around her breasts as she let her
ex-lover into the room. The towel barely covered her
bottom and she enjoyed feeling his eyes follow her ass
as she led him toward the sitting room.

"Iris called this morning. She said that the wedding
was off."

Jules composed herself before answering. "Did she say
why?"

He slumped into the couch. "No."

Jules sat next to him. The towel rode up on her hips,
almost exposing her shaved labia. She took his hand
and looked into his eyes.

"Maybe this is for the better." Jules took a deep
breath. It was time to put all the cards on the table.
"Seeing you again has brought back a lot of feelings.
Feelings that I've been carrying around since college.
There's never been anyone that makes me feel the way
you do."

Michael put his free hand on Jules' bare thigh. "You
were always special for me too," he said. His hand
slid higher on her thigh and she parted her legs to
allow his fingers to brush against her nether lips.

Jules took his hand and placed in on top of her mound.
"I'd do anything to get you back, Michael."

Michael didn't answer. Jules shrugged off the damp
towel and sank to her knees in front of him. She
looked up into his eyes, her face full of adoration,
and silently unbuckled his jeans. 

"I knew that she wasn't right for you. No one else
could satisfy you the way I do." Jules paused to pull
his cock out of his pants.

Stroking him gently, she teased the head of his cock
with her tongue. Michael sighed and spread his knees
wider. Jules worked her way down his shaft, lightly
nipping the seam underneath his penis with her lips.
Reaching his balls, she slowly sucked one testicle
into her mouth. Michael groaned and cradled her head
in his hands.

Jules released his testis from her mouth and looked
into his face. "You see. I know how to make you feel
good."

Michael slouched in his chair. His hands pulled her
mouth back to his cock. Jules returned to his balls.
Lifting his heavy sack, she teased the sensitive spot
underneath them with the tip of her tongue.

"She wasn't for you, Michael. She gave up too easy." 

His body jerked as she used her teeth to nip the base
of his cock.

"It didn't take long at all," Jules said as she
continued to work her way toward his plum colored knob
with small nibbles. "I knew that she was wrong for
you. And now that she's gone I have you all to
myself." 

Without taking her eyes off his, Jules took him into
her mouth. She sucked him off quickly. Her slurping
and moaning made his cock vibrate as her tongue
swirled around his member. She felt his balls swell
and the skin around them tighten. Jules pulled her
head back. Her hand grasped the lower half of his dick
and jerked him off in time with her bobbing head. 

His hips thrust forward, almost lifting him off of the
couch. She felt his salty jism bathe her tongue. Jules
closed her eyes and placed her mouth around his cock's
helmet, forming a seal. She sucked hard, drawing his
cum into her mouth. Licking his seed from her lips,
Jules rose and took him by the hand. 

"Now you'll last a long time for me," she said as she
led him to the bed.

Michael placed his hand on her shoulder. Jules did a
pirouette, displaying herself for him. She lay back on
the bed and spread her legs, crooking her finger at
him to join her. He looked at her for a moment, a
strange look on his face, before he climbed between
her legs and dove straight at her clit. His tongue
darted in and around her smooth pussy and her juices
were soon puddling on the sheets. Her oily honey
covering his chin, Michael sat back on his heels and
stroked his cock as it stood proudly from his loins.

"I'll give you just what you deserve," he said as he
positioned his cock head at her wet, pink opening.

Jules screamed as Michael slammed his entire length
inside her in a single thrust. His cock felt like a
spear, pinning her to the bed. Michael held her legs
back, bending Jules almost double as he pounded his
manhood into her again and again. Without warning,
Jules came violently, her body thrashing around his
steel hard schlong. He slowed his thrusts but didn't
stop. His balls slapped wetly against her ass. 

Wiping the sweaty strands of hair from her face, she
pulled her ass cheeks apart. "Take my ass, Michael.
Fuck my ass."

She panted with excitement as he pulled his long shaft
out and placed the pussy-slimed head against her tight
brown rosette. Grasping his prick at its base, he drew
a circle around her nether opening, teasing and lubing
her at the same time.

"Are you sure you want my big fat cock in your nice
tight hole?" he teased.

"Yes," she said through gritted teeth. "You're the
only man that's ever fucked me there. It's only for
you!"

Michael pushed forward and his bulbous head slid
inside her sphincter with a soft wet pop. He held
himself still and let her adjust to his size.

She arched her back and cried out, "More. Give me.
More. I want to feel all of you inside me!"

Resting her feet against his chest, Michael rocked his
hips back and forth slowly, pushing deeper with every
thrust. Even lubed with her slick pussy oil, the
friction of her anal tube was incredible. Michael
groaned as he felt her rectum grip his cock, massaging
and squeezing the entire length of his pole. He ground
his hips against her ass cheeks. 

"So full," she moaned.

Jules' head thrashed from side to side. The feeling of
his thick pole made her groan incoherently. She felt
as if he was going to drive his cock through her body.

"Split me. Split me in two with your cock," she said
between thrusts. "I love this, baby. I love you."

Michael's balls tightened. His strokes became longer
and deeper as he reamed her ass. 

"Fuck. . .Fucking whore. . . Gonna fill your ass with
my cum!" he chanted as he drove his cock into her.
Michael felt as if his balls were going to explode. 

"Yes. Yes. That's what. I want. Baby."

Michael erupted, shooting thick streams of jism deep
inside her body. The warm feeling inside her was all
she needed to climax again. Her body shivered as her
muscles clamped down on his prick, trapping it inside
her ass.

Michael collapsed on top of her, his chest heaving.
Jules wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms
around his muscular shoulders, holding their sweaty
bodies together.

"This is the way I want it to be. Forever," she
whispered into his ear. 

Michael trailed a silver thread of cum as his deflated
tool slid from Jules' distended hole. He staggered
into the bathroom and collapsed on the toilet, his
body dripping with sweat. Jules felt his cum dripping
out of her ass and knew that she had won. He was hers
once again.

Michael returned and picked up the phone. "We need
something to drink. I'm parched," he said. "Room
Service, this is Room 419. I'd like a bottle of
champagne sent up immediately. Yes. Thank you."

Jules went to the bidet to clean herself. When she
returned, she saw the room service waiter from her
first night opening the bottle for Michael. Both men
turned to watch her walk naked from the bathroom.
Jules pulled her hair behind her neck, stretching her
shoulders back to show off her full breasts, as she
walked slowly to her bathrobe. 

"I don't think we'll need that," Michael said.

He stood behind her and slowly ran his hands down her
flanks. "I think we need to show our appreciation for
the quick service," he said as he lifted her heavy
breasts, offering them to the waiter. 

Michael read the man's nametag while he toyed with
Jules' bountiful breasts. "Why don't you suck Jose's
cock, sweetheart?"

Obediently, Jules knelt and unzipped Jose's pants.
Jose anxiously unfastened his belt and pushed his
trousers down to his knees. Fishing his stubby cock
from his worn cotton briefs, Jules greedily sank her
mouth over the waiter's thick knob.

Michael worked his hand through her slit, smearing her
thick honey over her labia as she rocked back and
forth on Jose's dick. 

"Shit man," Michael laughed. "I just fucked her and
she's ready to go again."

Michael kicked her knees apart and placed his cock at
the gate of her sex. Her pussy was sopping wet and
Michael slid inside her love tunnel easily. Jules moan
was muffled by Jose's dick as Michael ran his cock in
and out of her willing snatch. The trio fucked
leisurely until Jose grabbed Jules' head and cried,
"Dios mio!" 

Jose fucked her face with short, rabbit-like thrusts.
"Punta. I'm gonna cum. Gonna drown you in my cum,
punta."

Michael watched Jules' throat work, sucking Jose's cum
with whorish abandon.

"I love watching that," Michael said as he shifted his
grip on her hips.

Michael pulled her back the length of his cock. His
thrusts made her grunt when his cock bottomed out
against her cervix.

"She. Just. Needs. Dick." Michael grunted. "Ahhh
yeahh." Michael held her hips against his as he
emptied his load deep inside her hot wet cunt.

Michael collapsed on to his heels before crawling back
to prop himself against the couch. He carefully lifted
his glass from the table. Sweeping a sweaty hank of
hair from her brow, Jules crawled over his legs to
take his slime covered cock in her mouth. Jose watched
in amazement as Jules eagerly cleaned her lover's cock
with her mouth.

"Thanks man," Michael said as if nothing out of the
ordinary were happening. "I'm sure we'll call you
again."


What will happen on the wedding day?


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