*Took down my stories, but all is well and returning them to you one at a time.*
My first year out of college, I went to a wedding as the +1 for my friend Dee, because she didn’t want to show up alone and have to deal with the annoyances that were childhood friends and acquaintances asking about her personal life. This isn’t about my friend, so I don’t need to describe her. The wedding was a big one. Lots of people and it was held at the church the bride had been a part of for years. Everyone was familiar with each other aside from the occasional date (myself included).
At the reception everyone went through the traditional steps, toast, first dance, respective parent dance, bouquet and garter toss, then cake. That’s when the fuddy duddy folk started leaving. I had enjoyed a few drinks by that point because I wasn’t socializing, might as well imbibe. Once the older crowds started leaving, I joined in on dancing with some of the younger crowd since the music got better and the liquor-aided confidence got stronger. At one point I turned and was face to face with a cute tight-bodied brunette. She was maybe a foot shorter than me, cute big eyes, wearing a cardigan over a camisole with a perky pair pushing against the buttoned sweater. She had a cute floral skirt and a pair of black leggings under it down to her calf boots. I took her in quickly with my eyes and saw a firm bodied beauty, but young. I held out my hand and asked if she was old enough to dance with me. She blushed and said she’s 19.
I pulled her close and we danced together facing one another for the rest of the song before it changed. I forgot what it was, but it was a popular one at the time and a lot of people started getting more energetic, making a circle to let some guests and the party goof off. I backed up and felt my cute new friend slowly back against me. Her ass was solid, and nestled against my lap. She swayed with the music and I felt myself building below. I put a hand on her waist as everyone watched the dance circle and her ass pressed in response. My bulge swelled faster against her and she noticed too. Her hand slipped back and felt my package. One stroke and a squeeze before she whirled around with a grin on her face. She turned back to face the crowd and started stroking me over my pants with the music. I couldn’t do much except grab a cheek of the tight ass in front of me. I was getting braver and about to slide a finger under the skirt, but the song ended and moved to a slower one. The younger crowds dissipated to the bar and outside to smoke while the B&G made rounds to talk to everyone. My friend grabbed my attention and asked me to come over and talk to the newlyweds with her. I adjusted the massive +1 in my pants and met her.
They were a sweet couple, Dee caught up like old times with the bride. I smiled and nodded, made jokes, just felt awkward as hell…well I thought it was the most awkward I could get. While we are talking, the Preacher that married them came up and started saying his goodbyes. The bride thanked him, “I’m so happy you brought Casey with you. Where is she?”
Of fucking course it would be her, my dance circle friend comes bounding up and hugs the bride and everyone in the group. She extends a hand to me and introduces herself. I shook the sweet hand that was stroking my bulge moments prior, “Nice to meet you.” I glared at her. She smiled back enjoying the discomfort in my stance. Her dad, the preacher, said they were about to leave, but Casey asked if she could stay a little longer. Reluctantly, he agreed since everyone knew each other, but “No after parties.” Apparently she was in trouble from a party that had weed after her graduation from High-School last month I discovered.
The night continued and I danced some more with Casey, that’s when I noticed more eyes on me each time. At one point I was dancing with my friend and she leaned in, “Please don’t fuck her. I knew her when she was 10 for fuck’s sake,” I feigned shock and “of course not”, then the next dance with Casey she started grinding on my leg.
As the night ended and we sent the couple off to celebrate and hopefully consummate all over the place, Dee and some friends were heading to a hotel room for an after-party. Casey asked if anyone was able to give her a ride home since as promised. I had sobered up since the open bar closed a little over an hour left so I offered so Dee and friends could bus over to the party. I took Dee’s keys and we drove off into the dark rural night.
We’re driving down a dark country road, I’m small-talking about where she’s going to college and other bullshit. She is just smiling at me the whole time and I change the topic.
“I noticed you enjoyed feeling my cock, dirty girl.”“You feel so big. I just got lost touching it.”“It’s been a problem all night hiding it”
“You don’t have to hide it now,” she stuttered reaching over as I was driving my friends car. The sound of my zipper gave way to the feeling of air on my cock. “Oh my god. It’s nice and thick.”“Careful with the lord’s name,” I joked.
She laughed and stroked me in awe some more before I felt the warmth of her lips around my tip. She worked my cock with a novice skill, but a sexy hunger. Her wrist work while stroking me improved the longer she savored me. Feeling her moan almost set me off, until I heard the sweetest little plea.
“Can you please fuck me? I want your.”I promptly pulled over to the shoulder in the middle of nowhere and pulled her into my lap. The seat pushed back, we make out and she strokes me more. I start leaning the seat back and stop.
“This isn’t going to work. Your leggings are in the way,” If I wasn’t about to drop her off with her Dad, I would’ve ripped a hole for access, but alas. We got out and I pinned her to the hood of the old Bronco. My hand dove into her leggings as I rolled my fingers inside her. The summer air was damp, but not as wet as the juices on my fingers.
“Turn around,” I ordered and spun her around and bent her over, her hands gripping the bumper. I gripped the waist of her tights under the skirt and pulled them down with her thong promptly. I tossed the hem of the skirt. The headlights made a sexy mood light over the perfect little volleyball ass in front of me. I rubbed my throbbing cock under her before pushing into the tightest pussy. Barely 4 inches in she howls out. I slowly fuck with only half my cock. Building speed, growing her climax. Pump after pump she moans and grips the car. I slide another inch or two in…then all of me and she erupts. Her angelic-sense broken by my cock and she cusses praise as I pound away. Filling her as she fills the night air with cumming screams. I drive through a second orgasm of hers when I feel my cock twitching it’s warning.
I hold her hips tight, controlling myself and start pulling out before I feel her squeeze around me.“No, sir. I want your cum in me. Pleaaasse. Make me your slut daddy.”Well that was the password apparently and I blew my warmth inside her. I didn’t think of any repercussions, just pumping this little slut full of my cum. As I shook and pulled out, surplus cum dripped on my dress shoes and I just looked at the swollen red and used pussy before me. She looked back and pulled her clothing over her and my cum inside.
We make it to the driveway and her real daddy is waiting. I wave and behind the dashboard push my finger against her center and feel the warm excess puddle of my cum trapped in her leggings. She gets out and walks in, kissing her dad and exiting my life.
*Last time I posted people wanted to know more about what happened to her. Dee told me she saw her at the holiday’s last year, and she doesn’t have any kids, but is married now. We all are winners in this story.*
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i5eq82/creampied_the_preachers_daughter_after_a_wedding
This is a nice one!