Jonny Has The Time Of His Life

From behind the locked door of the expensive suite, nobody in their right mind could have suspected what tomorrow's 'bride to be' and her entourage of bridesmaids were doing. Then again, nobody would have ever have thought that a wedding crasher with supernatural possession powers would have showed up this weekend either. Least not the bride's husband-to-be, carelessly at the bar with his friends.

Right now, that brides buxom body was under the control of said wedding crasher, whilst her bridesmaids were also controlled by subservient duplicates of him too. They had all entered their bodies, then the room, under a singular premise; mind-blowing sex in their stolen vessels.

And that's exactly what they were getting down to.

Their expensive evening wear had been shed like common rags, blouses, dresses and underwear littering the floor around them. Each 'girl' had taken great pleasure in selecting various pieces of silky lingerie, negligee and other assorted night dresses to doll themselves up in. They hungrily drank in each others forms, particularly that of their master, who’s form was now that their most lustful desires.

Jonny had obtained a few bottles of the hotels most expensive champagne earlier in the day (free of charge of course), so the group passed them between each other like it was alcopops at a teenage sleepover. With one bottle now drained however, the clones found a different use for it.

“Oh fuck!” Hayley cried, as the slender neck of the bottle was now being **** into her pussy by one of her twin cousins. Holly let out a laugh as the bottle worked the other girls sex, the normally bubbly, innocent type now sporting the look of a lust filled deviant on her pretty face. She too bit her lip though as her sister Sarah run her tongue along her collarbone, one of her hands playfully squeezing a tit through the rose red nightdress, whilst the other toyed with her clit.

Tara too, was panting in pleasure as she straddled Emily on a chair. The cheeky little chatterbox had pulled down the Desi girls mauve chemise to suck on her big brown nipples. Her gaze barely wandered from her ‘friend’, watching the lust filled expression as she alternated between lips, tongue and teeth in her stimulation.

The centre of the action of course, was on the king size bed. Jonny had dressed Zoey up in a stunning white lace mesh, a little veil upon her pretty head to keep with the ‘bridal’ theme. One of her dainty hands now pawed at her massive melons as he tried to milk all the stimulation from her body.

Looking past her bust, he saw Lynette’s brunette head bobbing between his thick thighs as she hungrily lapped at his stolen pussy. Her juicy ass wiggled in the air as she moved. Normally so composed and in control, Jonny’s resolve was giving way to raw pleasure as he moaned like a whore.

Lynette heard this and giggled, briefly replacing her tongue with her fingers as she spoke.

“Here comes the bride...”

Jonny had no time for his clones little play on words. He was close.

“Don’t stop! I’m gonna cum”

He’d wanted to sound assertive, but his words came out more pleadingly. Hearing Zoey’s voice moan this was all the enthusiasm the clone needed. He buried his pretty face into the snatch once more.

Zoey’s voice cried out across the room as the orgasm struck. It was enough to snap the other clones to attention as they, all being versions of Jonny, watched the body of the girl they’d crushed over arch her back and shake as she covered Lynette’s face with her juices.

Jonny had felt like his eyes had rolled back in their sockets as he stared at the ceiling, deeply inhaling to catch his breath. The feeling was incredible. Only when his breathing stabilised did he see Lynette’s face emerge above his own, naughtily grinning at what she’d just caused. Jonny grabbed her face and pulled his in. As they made out, he could taste ‘Zoey’ on her lips.

“Mmm, enjoy that boss?” The clone asked as he nestled on her cushiony bust.

“Of course. I don’t even think she knows good her body can feel when she really cums” Jonny replied as he ran his fingers through Lynette’s hair.

“Shame you can’t give her a good dicking” Lynette shrugged.

“If there’s anything this thick bitch deserves, it’s to be properly fucked”.

The clone was so lost in his whimsy that it took him a moment to hear Zoey laughing beneath him.

“What?”

“Are you stupid or something?” ‘Zoey’ insulted as she laughed.

Before the clone could register what his master meant though, he felt his position on the bed change. In what felt like a blink, Jonny had put him in Zoey’s body whilst he now laughed with Lynette’s dulcet tones. Soon though, that vanished too.

“There’s always a way to get around this”.

As Jonny’s deeper, manly voice escaped her soft lips, Lynette’s body began to change as it held Zoey down. Her hair shortened, her body began to gain height and muscle and her feminine features began to contort into manly ones. In mere moments, her entire form had morphed into that of Jonny as he looked down on the big titted girl.

“See? Easy”.

This time however, it was Jonny who was not expecting the clone to chuckle.

“What’s so funny?” He asked.

“You! Look at what you’re wearing” the clone giggled.

Only then did Jonny feel the constraints of the yellow nightdress clamped against his body. He could only laugh with the clone at his predicament.

“Well, this can go then” he shrugged as he yanked the lingerie over his head and threw it off the bed.

“Now then, about that dicking...” Jonny began as he parted her legs, one hand running down her inner thigh whilst the other held his erect member.

“Yes baby, do it” ‘Zoey’ pleaded as she played the part.

“I don’t need Ollie. It’s you I want inside me. Fuck me. Claim meeee”

Her begging was sated as Jonny held her down and found the lips of her pussy. He took his time as he entered her warm, wet folds. Then he picked up the pace.

“Oh yes! Yessss” Zoey cried as he felt his cock pleasure her.

He pulled her body in close, pushing as deep into her as he could go as he savoured her beneath him. Here was the girl he had wanted after since he was 16. One of the first girls he’d possessed, the first he’d fucked. She was a woman grown now, a woman at her most gorgeous point of life. And here he was, the day before her wedding to someone else, screwing her again.

He kept his focus on her body panting below him but felt the sides of the beds bounce as the others joined him to watch. Here were her best friends and her soon to be in-laws, now subservient to him, horny as fuck at the sight before them. He watched slender hands run over her, the him.

“Yeah baby, do it. Pump her good” Tara breathily moaned in his ear.

“Yeah, fill this sexy bitch. Fill that pussy” Sarah crudely exclaimed before she ran her tongue along Zoey’s cheek. He felt Hayley pull him in for a kiss as she and Tara kept Zoey’s legs spread open.

“Do it. Cum inside her” she told him.

Jonny knew he was at the height of his power. The scenario around him was absurd, preposterous... but sexy as fuck.

He could hold back no longer. Pushing the other girls away, he picked up the pace, looking Zoey square in the eyes as he began to erupt. The tight walls of her pussy clamping around him only milked him for what he was worth.

He came, as deep as he could inside her.

Hard.