My friend Jessica got married. She was pretty nervous before the ceremony, and since there's that tradition of the groom not seeing the bride before the wedding, she asked me to help her destress. It was odd, bending her over a table in her wedding dress. Goodness knows it wasn't the first time I've railed her, or cum inside her, but somehow it was both nostalgic and something I'll never forget.

At any rate, it certainly calmed her down, and the ceremony went off without a hitch. The reception was fun, good music, decent catering, and plenty of people feeling the romance in the air. Jessica and her husband also had fun with the wedding photos. All the bridesmaids kneeling topless in front of him as he jacked off onto their faces and tits, while all the groomsmen came on Jessica's face and hair.

Though in the end, I do feel sorry for the venue's cleaning staff, there was a lot of bodily fluids to clean off the ballroom floor, not to mention the chairs and tables.

​

---

​

It started back when I moved into the neighborhood and Jack and Diane told me to come over if I ever need anything. Diane is in her mid-forties, white woman with dyed auburn hair, a definite mom-bod with a nice set of b-cup tits and a round ass. Every morning now, I head over and pull down her long skirt and panties and start rubbing my morning wood against her labia. She's just so nice and warm and (soon enough) wet, not to mention patient. I try not to get in her way, though I can't resist giving her tits a squeeze or two. After a little while, I cum just inside the lips of her pussy, pulling up her panties before it makes a mess on the floor. Something about knowing she'll be going about her day with my semen sticking to her groin is satisfying to me, I'm not sure why.

---

It is rather frustrating when you get a small sample of fun, isn't it? Back when I went to college, I'd occasionally take a nap in a corner somewhere, and I was a pretty heavy sleeper. A few times I'd wake up, my pants unzipped and my dick out. The only clue to what happened would be a picture on my phone, a young woman's selfie as she rode my dick with her top pulled up over her breasts. I think it was mostly a sleep kink, because none of them left their number in my contacts. It would be hypocritical for me to complain, though. Goodness knows I've seen plenty of girls napping on the campus green and taken the opportunity to play with their boobs.