Bride-to-be fucked on the beach.

This is boring, Penelope thought. This “drinks rehearsal” truly sucked. One of those things her future husband loved and she hated. And of course, he had planned several of them with their wedding planner, behind her back. They had all kinds of "rehearsals." Of course, the dinner rehearsal was a traditional one, and she was fine with that, but she had refused to do a wedding rehearsal, telling her that she wanted a real, natural wedding, including mishaps, and not a piece of theater. None of that fake stuff. He had protested but finally agreed.

And then, he had secretly planned with their wedding planner all kinds of other rehearsals, such as the lunches, drinks, and breakfast. Horrible. And since he paid for it, in the beginning, their wedding planner had not mentioned it, because he had asked her to keep her mouth shut. But Penelope had smelled that something was off, and as she kept asking her, Marisol, the wedding planner, she caved in, confessing to her all those other rehearsals.

Fuck.

But at least she knew now and thanked Marisol. She reassured her that she wouldn’t tell anyone of her confession and softly caressed her arm, making her feel comfortable again. On that one day back home, her fiancé had introduced Marisol to her; the first thing that came to mind was that she was very similarly looking to Penelope, as if her fiancé had chosen her over her looks instead of her qualifications. Marisol had the same initial reaction, briefly hesitating as she had stretched out her hand to greet Penelope, her mouth open from the surprise.

The first wedding meeting with Marisol went OK, and in the meetings to follow, whenever her fiancé was not around, a friendship grew between them, and they became, in the shortest time, best friends. Sometimes they would be drinking cocktails at a local bar instead of planning anything, having the best time. They would quickly discuss any questions Marisol would have in between drinks, but at the end, Penelope told her to just keep it minimalistic: no big fuss, no big shows, nothing. The only thing they discussed in detail was which resort in Mexico Marisol had to book for them. Once this was set, more cocktails were ordered, keeping their buzz alive.

Penelope had never kissed a woman, but she felt attracted to Marisol. As the drinks kept flowing, they became more intimate, sharing very personal things. Marisol told her that in the beginning, she thought that her fiancé wanted sex from her the moment she met Penelope, who was like a clone to her.

“I thought so too,” the bride-to-be quickly told her, holding both her hands, "but I am very happy with you and the way you respect all my wishes.”

There was a short silence between them as they looked each other in the eyes. Penelope kept caressing Marisol’s soft arms, seduced by her inviting red lipstick. The bride tilted her head as she closed her eyes and leaned in, her soft lips slightly parted, and Marisol answered, willingly opening her young mouth, welcoming Penelope's exploring tongue. As their tongues met, their kissing became frantic, the two women wildly making out.

Two beautiful women passionately kissing in a bar was a great spectacle to see, and somebody cheered for them. More whistles were heard, and when they came up for air, their hearts beating faster, both were out of breath. Penelope could see Marisol’s perky nipples show through her tight top, and on instinct, she circled with her fingertips the surrounding areola areas before she touched her nipples directly. Marisol let out a soft moan and closed her eyes, enjoying the soft touch of her employer. The bride kept one hand playing with Marisol’s aroused nipples but lowered her other hand to her naked thigh, just below her short skirt, then slid it upwards over the smooth skin, quickly finding her moist slit.

Marisol pulled her skirt up, freeing her legs from the entrapment, and spread them wider, giving Penelope better access to her damp pussy. The moment Penelope found her swollen clit, the bartender intervened, telling them to take it somewhere else…

Penelope smiled as she remembered the sweet memory. It had been her very first experience with a woman or with anyone else's but her boyfriend's, and they had been very close to going to a hotel. They finished their cocktails, not letting the bartender bother them, and left the bar in style.

The only thing Penelope said to Marisol outside the bar, as they were about to go separate ways, was that she wanted Marisol’s room next to hers in the resort, with connecting doors. Marisol nodded, understanding that it was too risky here, gave her a loving kiss and said goodbye.

…

Penelope went to the hotel bar and sat down on a bar stool; her flimsy, tight-fitting evening dress made out of silk was displaying her sexy curves to anyone walking by. You could clearly see she was not wearing any underwear, the draft of the open little window behind her making her nipples rock hard. Besides that, the evening dress had long slits showing of her beautiful thighs and was semi-transparent. With the right light and Penelope spreading her legs, a smaller person or a child could see right through it and enjoy the sight of her thigh gap displaying the shaven mound.

As the young bartender addressed her as Mrs. Cocu, she cut him short, saying that she was not married yet and that was not her last name yet. The cute bartender blushed, and he apologized.

Sitting two barstools away from her, the Biedermans overheard the little chat and smiled. “Not yet." Her husband said it in a “trying-to-be-funny” way, and they both giggled at his little joke. They had been invited by her fiancé and he was some kind of business partner. She didn’t know them at all, but they were already irritating her. She decided to tease them a little, and as the young bartender asked her what she would like to have, she simply said:

“I want to have you.”

The effect was immediate. Of course, the poor young man behind the counter didn’t know what to say, but the look on the faces of the Biedermans was priceless. Some more teasing was needed to get rid of them, she thought, noticing how the husband was checking out her naked thighs.

“Do you have a nice cock?”

That was it! Mrs. Biederman stood up right away, but her husband hesitated, fascinated by what he was witnessing.

“Would you like to watch us, Mr. Biederman?” Penelope asked him in a sultry tone.

Mrs. Biederman quickly pulled her husband by the arm, and they left the bar, not wanting to have anything to do with what they just witnessed.

She quickly apologized to the bartender, explaining to him why she had said that. He smiled, understanding.

“Give me a double whiskey, neat," Penelope asked him.

“Which brand would you like? Perhaps Jack Daniels?”

“Oh no, that one sucks. Do you have any Scottish brands?

“I can offer you Glenfiddich.”

“Excellent. You know what? Give me two doubles, neat.”

Fuck the baby. Penelope thought. If I am knocked up and it survives my drinking, then I have a true alpha warrior, and I will keep it.

Am I knocked up? She asked herself. Did my vacation bull really breed me as he should have, as I expected from him?

Penelope shivered by the thoughts she was having. Imagine having no sex with her future husband at all and still grow a baby belly. That would be so funny! Or maybe she should have sex with him once, as an excuse?

Her drinks came, and she took a big gulp, enjoying the warmth spreading inside her. Just like her bull had spread his warmth inside her womb. She wanted him again. Ignoring that they agreed on meeting tomorrow again, she wanted him again today. She pulled out her cell and sent him a flirty WhatsApp, explaining what she wanted.

Her bull was quick in responding, simply asking, "What time?” with a smiley.

“Can you manage to be here at my hotel in one hour?”

“Sure. At the bar?”

“Yes!” Penelope answered excitedly, adding "xoxox."

She took another big sip of her whiskey and told the bartender she would be right back. She found her future husband in the ballroom, having drinks with him, surprise! the Biederman’s. She gave everybody a big smile, and she walked up to her fiancé, whispering in his ear that she needed to get some fresh air and would be back in two hours. He nodded, understanding. Perhaps he had invited too many people, he thought. What surprised him is that his bride then walked towards Karl Biederman and whispered something in his ear too.

Her fiancé saw him raise his eyebrows, and his widened eyes betrayed his surprise as he dropped his jaw. It was a fleeting, involuntary expression lasting only a fraction of a second, but her fiancé had seen it and wondered what she might have said to Karl, because he eagerly nodded to her. His future wife smiled at Karl and touched his hand briefly, as if she were confirming something. Karl mouthed a silent “One hour" and nodded again.

The bride-to-be left them, both men not knowing what to say next.

She went back to the bar and finished both her whiskeys. Her head felt a bit light, but in a nice way. The hour passed quickly, and dusk was setting in. As she looked at the beach, the few people who were just leaving were hard to see. And suddenly her bull was standing next to her, stylishly dressed in a vintage, khaki-colored linen shirt and matching linen pants. A big diver's watch on his left wrist and, as usual, some Mexican bracelets on his other wrist. With the muscles he couldn’t hide, he looked like a tanned god among all those pale and fat wedding guests. Penelope shivered as she saw him again, knowing his cock would be soon inside her again.

“Hi.” He said, as always, smiling at the gorgeous bride-to-be. She looked damn sexy with her daring outfit. He was thankful that he had eaten and slept since she left his place, because what she had proposed in their little chat was “energy consuming." Well, to be honest, “balls consuming" would be the proper word. But he felt fit, ready to do the little slut again.

Penelope looked somewhere behind her stud and gave Karl Biederman a genuine, welcoming smile.

“Karl, may I introduce you to my bull?”

Karl nodded and shyly shook his hand.

“Karl is going to have an exclusive show, as you fuck me on the beach, in front of the hotel.” She cooed.

Her bull grinned; in the past, he had been seen by husbands fucking their wives, but this guy was a true voyeur, being an old friend of her fiancé and not telling him. That his future wife was being fucked by her vacation flirt. Such a good and loyal friend…

“Come with me, boys.” And Penelope grabbed the hand of her bull, leading him towards the spot on the beach she had in mind. It was right in front of the hotel, not too close but close enough to see her fornicating, hoping that other wedding guests might see the coupling. She wanted her bull to take her doggystyle, which was the best position to tell from afar that a woman was being fucked.

She didn’t care if any wedding guest saw her walk hand in hand with a stranger and felt her pussy being sopping wet from anticipation. As soon as they arrived at the first patch of sandy beach, she told Karl Biederman to have a seat on one of the beach loungers, which were on the esplanade, so he could have a good look from there.

Penelope undressed, taking off her high heels and dropping her evening dress in the sand. She quickly went on all fours, lifting her ass high up in the air, inviting her bull to breed her again.

Karl Biederman nervously looked around, especially checking if his wife might be nearby. He was about to witness that cheap bride-slut getting fucked by a big cock from a stranger and didn’t want to miss it for the world. His mouth was dry from anticipation. He had always suspected her to be a whore, and now he would watch from front-row seats how she would be cheating on his shitty business partner. True Karma. As he thought about it for a brief second, he actually hated her fiancé. Always the big mouth in meetings and always interrupting him when he was speaking.

As he saw Penelope's bull lower his linen pants, the fully erect cock that was presented to Karl Biederman was simply awesome. The mushroom looked enormous and was for sure much bigger than his. It was too dark to see, but he imagined vividly the cock-slit releasing that delicious lubricating precum. Unconsciously, he licked his lips, feeling like a cock-sucker himself. Precum. Such a wonderful word. A sweet and salty, sticky appetizer from what was to come. Made by nature, in case the female opening was too dry, to ensure that the breeding was guaranteed.

As the bull got rid of his linen shirt, Karl Biederman was able to enjoy seeing the throbbing cock in its fullest, with a beautiful curve upwards, the rod projecting a shade on the flat, hard stomach. He wet his lips again, mesmerized by the big angry tool. He involuntarily spoke to Penelope, driven by an inner urge.

“Can I put it in?”

“You want to help me cheat, Biederman?” Penelope cooed. “You want to grab that fat cock with both your hands and fuck my pussy with it?”

“Yes!” He almost shouted.

“Good boy!” Penelope praised him. “Now come over here and help this bride have a bastard baby.”

Karl Biederman quickly stood up and walked through the soft, loose beach sand, his dinner shoes quickly filling with warm sand. A drop of sweat broke out on his temple, either from the physically demanding short walk or from the aroused state he was in. For the first time in his life, he was going to hold a stranger's cock with his hands. He had never been so agitated. He licked his lips again, this time from being horny. What if I give it a quick lick?

He felt his shoes getting heavy from the sand and quickly took them off, throwing them behind him, making sure nothing was in between him and that massive cock. He automatically knelt down near Penelope's hips, ready to handle her bull's cock. His urge to lick it was incredible. He had to ask it.

“Can I kiss his cock?”

“Ask my bull, honey.” Penelope answered, surprised by his question.

“Can I?” he repeated, looking at Stud.

“Only if you are butt-naked.”

“OK!” and he quickly took off his tuxedo and discarded it in the sand.

“Your watch too.” The bull said to him. “Butt-naked.”

Penelope grinned, seeing him hurriedly comply and his little boner dance up and down. I wouldn’t even feel that, if he was in me. She chuckled.

“Ready, Biederman?” Penelope asked.

He eagerly nodded his head up and down and crawled a little bit closer to her hips, having Penelope on his left and her stud on his right. He kind of was like the connecting piece for the adultery. He saw her wiggle her ass, inviting that hard cock to drill her, and as he looked at the big phallus, he slowly moved his shaking right hand and touched it. Hot and hard. That's all Karl Biederman could think. So hard. He gently pulled the warm foreskin back, revealing that dark purple helmet, and before anybody could do or say anything, he quickly lowered his wide-open mouth on it, sinking it deep against the back of his throat. He gagged, but he didn’t let go. His first cock ever, and so big! The subtle taste was very nice and surprising, a bit earthy and even grassy. Perhaps nutty, but fresh. For a second, he thought it tasted like an avocado; at the same time, his nostrils were processing the musky smell.

“Hey Beidermans, or whatever your name is,” the bull said to him, "this cock belongs to Penelope and is not yours. Put it in her cunt.”

Karl Biederman hesitated, losing this unique moment in his life, but he gave up and sadly sighed as he pulled it out.

“Come on, Karl,” Penelope encouraged him. “You will have plenty of cock from now on; don’t let my pussy get cold.”

He was still **** to let his first cock go.

“Shall I tell your wife, Karl?” Penelope said in a very firm, clear tone.

He quickly nodded “no” and obediently placed the swollen cockhead against her wet opening, holding it properly aligned so that her bull only had to thrust it inside her. The bull didn’t wait and shoved his large rod in one push all the way inside her, wonderfully hurting her cervix.

Penelope groaned from the stuffing her bridal cunt was enduring with that first, hard thrust as he stretched her tunnel deep and wide. Sweat quickly broke out on her temples, and she pushed back against him, showing who was in charge, trying to get his cock even deeper. He held still for a moment, letting her vagina get used to him again before he started fucking her in a nice, slow cadence.

“Ooooh Karl, do you see what he is doing to me?” She half-moaned, her outer labia closing tightly like a seal on his sliding shaft, trying to secure it deep inside her.

Karl Biederman had a boner; he could feel it without looking. Penelope had seen it too and encouraged him, ”Go ahead, Karl, rub yourself and spew your hot cum on my back.” He quickly started rubbing his penis, keeping his eyes on that engorged phallus drilling her cunt like a mechanical arm. He was obsessed with it. Would her stud come to his room if he paid him?

Penelope's moaning changed into a continuous groaning as her slit was being abused, and her first orgasm washed over her, making her body shake from pleasure. She skipped a breath or two but grinded hard against his beautiful cock as he stopped moving, keeping it at its deepest inside her.

After a short pause, she felt him resume fucking her bridal cunt, and her next orgasm was quickly building, her pussy still oversensitive.

“Karl… I am cumming again on his big cock…” She moaned, “Shoot your spunk on me, honey.”

Karl Biederman saw her entire body shake from her second orgasm, and he focused again on watching that big cock slide in and out of her tight sleeve like a piston, quickly yanking his penis faster. The moment he saw the bull's cock pulsate his hot cum inside Penelope's womb, he spurted his very first cock-induced cum all over her ass and her back.

Penelope moaned as she felt the cum of both men being dumped on her back and pumped inside her. Come to me, my baby swimmers; find my little egg. She shivered again from the sheer debauchery they were having as she felt that warm seed pouring into her, spurt after spurt, filling her ready, awaiting womb. The warm creaming inside her pushed her again over the edge, and a big, final orgasm ripped through her well-filled cunt, her juices mixing with his seed.

Her arms were no longer supporting her, and she collapsed onto the warm sand, her overflowing opening already leaking her bull's warm ejaculate.

To be continued.