Horny nymphos: 5> the Wedding coach
written by:
Chris-t6290

Story outline: Most newlyweds are driven away in a limo ‘by themselves'. However, not only did the groom order a coach for his new bride and he, but Eric invited his best man James and the two bridesmaids, Chelsea and Krystal, to join in the erotic nuptials.

I'm a bit of a nympho slut. Eric knew that when he first noticed me. It was at a housewarming party. Not mine. He had inadvertently opened the door to the room I was in while he was looking for the bathroom.

"Sorry," he apologised, only to find himself transfixed by what he saw.

"In or out," said one of the three men I was with. Far from leaving, Eric remained, though he took no part in my debauchery.

Part of my sexual problem is that I need to be fucked, used, even, by several men, in order to realise a state of climatic release. Oral stimulation does little for me compared to that of a long and good hard hammering from three or more men. One thing I noticed in my early 20's (I'm now 24, by the way) though, is that I can get a certain amount of pleasure from being double teamed; a cock in my pussy and another in my tight ass, which is how I was when Eric happened upon us.

Thanking the men afterwards, I licked their warm cum from my body, and yet the stranger still remained. Was he a voyeur? Did he want me to himself? I wondered, and put on a bit of a show for him. He then stepped forward, handkerchief in hand, paused for just a moment before wiping the remnants of cum from my hair. He was quite close to me. Enough, that I could smell his cologne.

"Let me take you home and clean you up," he said, before introducing himself by name. "I'm Eric, and you." ‘Nymhpo slut,' I was about to say, however, I detected an air of sincerity in his voice.

"Nathalie," I said. "And thank you, Eric," I rejoined, accepting his offer without a by your leave.

With his front door closed, Eric not bothering to lock it thereby leaving me with the freedom to go when I pleased, he picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bathroom. There, he ran a moderately warm bath and then poured some smelling salts into the water. Once it was drawn, he idly undressed me and helped me to step into the warm water. It was perfect; just the right temperature I noticed as I sank back and reclined my shoulders on the slope.

Eric didn't touch me, not sexually, not until the morning. I felt, as I do, that I owed my host something. I went looking for him in the spare room but he wasn't there. I presently found Eric in the kitchen where he was having breakfast. ‘Good morning, Nathalie,' he smiled. I take it you slept well.' I nodded agreeably. Eric's bed was quite cosy. I had drifted off sometime after my head touched his fluffy pillow.

Dressed in the bathrobe he had given me, I made my way over to the dinette area while Eric poured a mug of tea (like me, he wasn't one for coffee) and enquired if I'd like a cereal or a cooked breakfast. ‘Cereal, please, any,' I rejoined, noticing his almost finished bowl of corn flakes.

"You're a sweet man, Eric. Why?" I asked, before taking up a spoonful of the cereal.

"Why, what?" he intoned. He didn't find me repulsive, so...!

"Why this hospitality; why haven't you touched me?" I lilted, and with that, I took his hand and guided it inside the robe I was wearing.

Far from there being any sudden, impulsive movement on his part, something I'm not used to when a man touches my naked body, Eric just smiled and gazed into my blue eyes as he simply stroked my warm naked flank.

"Take me to bed, Eric, make love to me," a voice from inside my head moved my lips to say, and once more, just as he had the previous late evening, Eric picked me up in his strong arms and carried me back to where his bed was.

With my robe undone, I didn't have the heart to tell him that I got little stimulus from oral attention as he went down on me. Maybe it was his respect for me that helped, for when Eric's tongue tip flicked my clit, a murmur awoke within me; not much, but it was noticeable enough as he continued to lick and mouth my stalk. Eric then followed up his oral ministrations by gently massaging the inner folds of my pussy with two of his fingers. By then, the soreness I usually feel after a hard fuck session had dissipated and so I welcomed his attentiveness. I even found myself attempting to raise my hips and have him be more forceful, but Eric's left hand across my abdomen held me back.

Not long afterwards, I felt an unexpected release. It was then that I knew Eric was special; the missing part in my life, the Yin to my Yan - possibly - someone to have a relationship with and someone who accepted me for who I was, irrespectively.

Looking back on it, I would have to say our chance meeting, me being serviced/used by two men, was a blessing in disguise, as if we both found what we wanted in each other. With Eric, I was free to enjoy my nympho lifestyle within a happy and accommodating relationship while Eric enjoyed both being with and sharing a hottie like me; the sharing aspect extending to us being members of a swingers group and in Conservative England.

It was at one of those gatherings that I found myself, and for the first time in my life, accepting the attention of another woman. I was in a position where I had two men beneath me, their legs in a scissors formation and a cock from each inside me - ass and pussy. That left my meaty labia and clit exposed. As I've said, I get little stimulus from oral attention and so I carried on fucking myself on the cocks inside me; they were certainly getting my pleasured attention, in particular, the long thick one in my backside.

Anyway, a young brunette came over and knelt beside us. I gave her little and no regard, assuming that she wanted to just watch and maybe get where I was once I'd finished. One of the things the organiser had realised was, the women who attended these parties wanted more than one man or a supply of men, and so they permitted single men to be in attendance; some had and were passing around salvers of hors-d'oeuvres and wine.

She smiled and I naturally smiled back. Then she lowered her body, and with it, her face, towards the cock that was sliding in and out of my pussy as I flexed myself up and down them; or so I thought. I felt her warm wet tongue do more than just graze me. It was an intentional lick and flick of my sheathed clit, one that I was otherwise too occupied with the cocks I was riding, to both resist or do anything about; my hands braced on the midriff of the one spearing my tight asshole while his hands gripped my waist and between us flexed me up and down.

Knowing to myself that little would come of it, I accepted her attention and concentrated on the men below me, as that was where the core of my pleasure lay; two hard cocks going in and out of my nympho fuck holes, both tearing up my body with waves of pleasure. Before that, though, I felt a murmur stir as my clit responded to the sultry brunette who was knelt over me. The murmur turned to a vague tremble and that turned to a shred of enjoyment.

"Emn, yes, fuck. Oh fuck, fuck me, guys, I'm gonna cum," I urged, as the enjoyment ascended to pleasure.

Having composed myself afterwards, I withdrew my well-fucked pleasured body from them and left the woman to have a go. I then went and found Eric and told him about the brunette. He was most pleased and happy for me while I didn't know I had it in me. That night, when we were alone in bed together, making love, he proposed. Without hesitation and certainly not on impulse, I accepted. As you can no doubt imagine, the engagement party Eric arranged was far from that of your usual basic one.

The women, myself included, were dressed in exotic lingerie and wore sparkly masks while the men all wore a male thong come g-string. Of course, I was fucked by all of the men, that being my engagement present from each of them, and by more than one at a time. I even had my pussy and clit licked by the women who attended and did similar to them. A most enjoyable evening all round and for everyone. The wedding afters were something altogether different, though.

It was a low-key, registry office, affair. James was Eric's best man while Chelsea and Krystal were my bridesmaids. It was a late afternoon wedding, almost the last of the day in early October. After the wedding, I expected Eric and myself to be going somewhere alone; however, and as we made our way to where Eric said our ride would be, the other three tagged along.

At first, I thought they would be wishing us good luck as we were driven off in a limo, however, I was somewhat surprised when, having an empty private coach pulled up where we were waiting, the doors opened and my husband ushered us all on board. Eric even offered Stan, the coach driver's name, a drink from the open champagne bottle he was carrying. Only for the driver to cautiously decline until he had parked the coach.

Just then, and as I followed my husband's friends to the back of the coach, with Eric someway behind us, I got the feeling that my wedding evening was to be something special.

The windows were tinted. Meaning that, we could see out but no one could see in. Almost immediately, Chelsea and Krystal relieved me of my wedding dress and then had Eric and James help them out of their bridesmaid's outfits. I knew what my husband's cock was like and so I went about discovering James's while the girls undressed Eric.

Both men were hard, I noticed, as I reached to stroke their warm shafts; Chelsea and Krystal, happy to pleasure each other in the meantime. It was James who I first licked the head of and then took between my lips, which I subsequently slid down and up his entire length, feeling the puffy glans nudge the entrance to my throat when his cum heavy balls tapped against my chin.

When I turned to Eric, he had James hold my head still and then my husband fucked my mouth, not in a hard way, but a loving considerate one. We'd both abstained from sex the past few days, which wasn't easy for me. Within a short while, Eric flooded my mouth with his warm sticky cum. Once I'd drained every last drop, he then went over to our bridesmaids and left me in the capable of hands of James who I continued to eagerly lick and suck.

Not long afterwards, and with the coach parked up, Stan made his way to where we were. Not just for the drink he'd been offered, mind, but to join in our erotic nuptials.

The coach driver was reasonably handsome for a man of his years. No beer gut, I noticed, when he'd removed his clothes while a long firm and thick cock angled from his groin and two big balls hung below the root. With James having not yet cum, I turned my attention to Stan and was soon sucking down on his fuck pole. Fleetingly looking over at the other three, Chelsea was sucking my husband's length, quite slowly, in fact, while he in turn flicked his tongue around Krystal's clit and pussy and had two of his fingers going in and out of her tight asshole.

In the almost confined space, James managed to lay on his back and slide his head underneath me. He then, for all the good it did, stroked my clit and lapped at my pussy. ‘Nathalie prefers a cock where your tongue is,' Eric indicated to him; whereupon, and with some small amount of manoeuvring, James was laid along the aisle and with me on top of him as I continued to enjoy the presence of the coach driver's cock fucking my nympho mouth.

Having detached herself from my husband, Chelsea made her way over to where we were. She then drew the camisole I was wearing up to my neck and had a quick suck of Stan's dick before taking the item from me and then returning his cock to my awaiting mouth. Chelsea then turned her attention to each of my hard nipples, which were stuck out like bullets, I observed, when she moved towards them. Her fingers flicked each teat as I fucked myself on the two cocks inside me, urged on by the delight of her ministration, which soon saw her lick and suck each one while she stroked my clit.

"Hurmn," I found myself murmuring, as my body responded to what was being done to it, in particular, that of James and Chelsea; Stan being another cock to suck on, which somewhat benefits the guy in my mouth. I was surprised, though, when Stan and not Eric knelt behind me, especially with James holding my ass cheeks open for him. His glans, followed smoothly by his shaft, slid up my ass with ease, aided by what had to be lube of some sort; a pineapple flavoured sex oil, I would later realise from the taste.

"Oh yes, emn, oh, more, fuck me, both of you," I urged and appealed. Although I was leant further forward, James having taken over the pleasure of my round tits, Chelsea managed to somehow stimulate my clit all the same, enough to make me cum, in fact.

"Oh fuuuck," I strangled out a pleasured response, as I came.

In the momentary afterglow of a moderate climax, my head swayed and my gaze fell on Eric, who had the other one of our bridesmaids riding his cock with her neatly shaved pussy. I wasn't jealous. I never have been in such surroundings. I did, though, want the attention of Chelsea's tongue where her fingers were. Possibly more later, the evening was still relatively young.

As if reading my mind, and more, Chelsea moved behind and to the side of me. I then felt her ease Stan back, enough that his hard cock left me. My bridesmaid then placed her hand on the small of my back and then flicked her tongue around my still exposed anus while no doubt stroking and then sucking on the driver's cock before slipping it back into my asshole. ‘Emn, what a lovely you are, Chelsea,' my mind regaled as I continued to ride the cocks that were pleasurably fucking my horny nympho body.

Not long after, Eric came and joined us and I was soon knelt over him; his cock embedded in my lovely tight asshole, which I rode more than fucked myself up and down before getting a taste of both James and then Stan; James giving up his cum to me ahead of my sucking Stan while Chelsea tongued my vacant pussy and then finger fucked it while licking and sucking my hard stalk.

The two men left us three to enjoy ourselves why they, in turn, took care of and enjoyed Krystal's body and attention. Once she'd sucked James back to being hard, he slipped his cock into her ass, exposed by Stan beneath her as he flexed his hips to fuck her on his long thick pole.

"Oh yes, more, like that, fuck my body, fuck me good, fuck your lovely cocks into me..." she encouraged them, to one then a second climax while I continued to moan and murmur through mine; Chelsea seemingly content to occasionally suck my husband's cock and lick and suck my pussy and exposed clit.

"Emn, you're good, yes, at that," I intoned, brushing my fingers through her hair, as another climax gathered momentum deep inside my core. In her response, Chelsea simply smiled and returned to making me cum; helped by that of Eric's cock as I flexed myself up and down its warm firm length.

After that, I decided to take a break, my legs, as I was and had been, needing a rest. I invited Chelsea to have my husband fuck her while I sat and watched. Eric wasted little time in getting his long slick cock up my bridesmaid's tight ass. I marvelled at how well it slid in and out, just as he'd done to me for most of the time we'd known each other intimately.

Presently noticing I was somewhat neglected, James and Stan took their hard cocks from Krystal. They then came and sat beside me and were soon trying to delight my body with their well meant efforts. James sucked on my right nipple, which was barely hard, while the coach driver tongued the asshole that he'd earlier had his cock up. ‘Hopefully, that was where it would be going next,' I yearned inside.

Krystal, having some idea, notion or forethought as to what was needed to make me cum, was soon knelt before me and with her head between my open bent thighs. Her breath felt cool on my humid flesh while her soft warm wet tongue trailed deliciously up and then down my exposed puffy mound. When she reached the top and gave my clit a teasing flick, her touch caused me to jolt.

Still gazing at Eric and Chelsea, she was polishing his knob ahead of sliding her lips down and up the length of my husband's dick and occasionally holding it all the way inside that of her mouth and throat. By then, I had my hand entwined in the other bridesmaid's hair, urging her to tongue fuck my pussy while she stroked my distended clit and Stan drilled my ass for a second time. By contrast, James was happy for me to stroke his dick while he sought to pleasure both my tits and nipples with fingers of one hand and his warm moist lips.

Eventually, I came, chiefly from what Krystal was doing, supported by the rigorous ass fucking I was receiving from the coach driver who was laid on his side and with his body horizontal to that of my backside. Although it was the first time I'd had sex in that position, it was notably enjoyable.

Once they had made me climax, again! Eric left Chelsea and had Krystal join her. He then helped me up and subsequently hoisted me up in the air. My hand immediately moved down and soon guided his cock between the wet lips of my bridal cunt. Thankfully, the coach was quite tall, and so my hair barely brushed the roof when he bounced me up and down his long firm shaft before settling down and inviting James and then Stan to take turns in my nympho ass.

"Fuck me, do my ass for me, fuck my slutty body," I urged them.

Like that, and with Eric being quite strong and muscular, my legs were free of their previous support for my body and so I was fucked in that position for quite some while before my husband offered me to Stan. Rather than James go in my ass, though, he slid his dick alongside that of the coach driver's. Thereafter, and together, they fucked me and I bounced myself up and down the long thick cock in my pussy.

"Fuck yes!" I cried out, each time I was impaled on the cock monster I was riding and slamming myself down on. While I was enjoying that, Eric was getting his cock licked and sucked by our bridesmaid's; they being slutty enough to taste my ass juice on his erection as it was gobbled up.

Eventually, and with me knelt over my husband in the facing away position, his cock all the way to the root in my ass, I had James in my pussy, Krystal once more teasing my clit and ready to occasionally suck on the slick cock drilling my cunt, Chelsea sucking and pulling alternate nipples and James mouth fucking me while grasping my hair and holding my head still ¬- I was, after all, pleasurably bouncing my ass up and down Eric's long thick dick.

"Hurmngh," I presently murmured and mumbled, when I felt a better than average climax rage inside me. Krystal noticed, took it as a welcome sign and was soon agitating my clit. What had started as a low ripple quickly escalated into an orgasmic tremor. In my response, I braced my hands more firmly on my husband's midriff and six-pack and thrust my ass more heavily up and down his erection. That was enough to, not just make me cum but for Eric to fill my well- fucked ass with his lovely warm offering, his sticky spunk hosing the walls of my anus and causing my body to vaguely jolt with each delicious emission.

"Thank you, Nathalie, darling," he said afterwards.

Having slipped from my backside, Krystal was quick to drop her head and take my husband's cum sticky cock into her mouth. Leaving her with that, I again found myself knelt on all fours. And while James in my ass and Stan in my mouth spit fucked me, Chelsea, laid beneath my pussy and hanging fuck flesh, licked, sucked and ministered to my clit while her fingers reamed my dowsed cunt.

When James and Stan, both of whom had held out for quite sometime, gave up their warm cum, Eric had the three of us sluts lay with our heads in a touching line - me in the middle. James and Stan then stroked their hard cocks above us and soon showered our florid faces with copious amounts of their welcome jism, which they sprinkled and sprayed around us.

Still laid down afterwards, Krystal and Chelsea scooped up that which was beyond the reach of my tongue and directed it to and into my awaiting mouth. I then licked what was on their lower lip and chin before being offered the other deposits and then sucking both James's and Stan's cocks dry of every delicious last remnant of semen.

Now, that's what I call a wedding night to remember, but, the best bit was, Stan's coach had cameras in it and so we got a wedding video as well. Not that we could ever show it to our parents, mind. We did, however, show it, when we hosted a small sex party a month later, just the other week to be exact.