Newlyweds Next Door

“Did you fuck her good?” I asked the hot stud on the hotel balcony next to mine as he drank his morning coffee immodestly while buck-ass naked.

“Yeah,” he boasted with a sly smile. “Gave her six orgasms.”

He and his bride were in the hotel room next to mine and had kept me up all night long with their marathon fornication. I didn’t really mind, having rubbed out three loads while listening to their unbridled passion.

“You two newlyweds?” I asked, though it was obvious.

“Yeah—on our honeymoon,” he affirmed, taking a sip of his coffee, his body angled so I couldn’t see his cock.

“Can I see your dick?” I asked unabashedly.

“What?!” he exclaimed, spraying out his coffee.

“You heard me—let me see your cock,” I demanded. “Your bride kept screaming how big you are. Christ, you’re the one standing out here naked. Show it to me.”

“Fine,” he acquiesced, turning his body towards me. I tried not to gasp at the sight of his big, floppy cock stretching halfway to his knees.

“Damn, that’s a big fuckin’ dick,” I exclaimed.

“It gets the job done,” he laughed, giving it a brief tug.

“You ever fuck her up the ass with that big thing?” I queried.

“I wish,” he sulked. “She’s not into back door.”

“That’s a shame,” I sympathized mockingly, dropping the back of my athletic shorts as I turned towards my room, giving him a glimpse of my firm bubble butt. “You should consider coming over and dumping a load in me. I love it up the ass.”

His jaw dropped, shocked to the core by my direct invitation. Disappearing into my hotel room, I sat on the bed and patiently waited. Two minutes had barely passed when a soft but urgent knock sounded at my door. Through the peephole, I spotted the hung groom—shirtless and in a pair of athletic shorts that did nothing to conceal his big, hard cock.

“Let’s make this quick, before she wakes up,” he ordered as I opened the door, and he pushed his way into my room.

I barely had time to grab a bottle of lube from my toiletry bag before he was pulling me towards the bed. Forcing me face down on the mattress with one hand, he lubricated his big dick with the other, readying it for my eager hole.

“FUCK,” I gasped as he thrust into me, his hands on my hips.

“Shut the fuck up,” he barked, pushing my face into the mattress to silence me. “I don’t want her to hear us.”

Knowing how thin the walls were between our rooms, I bit my lip to silence myself as he unleashed a violent assault on my ass. There’s often a fine line between pleasure and pain, and this guy’s massive cock had me riding that line.

With my hole stretched to the max, his big dick was reaching depths within in me that I had never before experienced. My eyes rolled back into my head as my body succumbed to wave after wave of ecstasy while this hung stud consumed me. It was the closest thing I’d ever had to an out-of-body experience.

My body began to convulse, snapping me back to reality, and then I realized that it was actually the groom who was quaking inside me as his cock throbbed and released his warm seed. “FUCK . . . SHIT,” he gasped, his sweaty body collapsing upon me as his balls emptied.

“This never happened, you understand?” he ordered as he pulled out of me abruptly, his thick load gushing onto the bedsheet from my gaping hole. I nodded solemnly as he fumbled to pull on his athletic shorts and then bolted out of my room.

An hour later, the happy newlyweds were at a table across from me as they brunched on the hotel terrace. The bride wore a placid look of sexual satisfaction upon her pretty face. The groom refused to look my way.

“Why is it the hot ones are always straight?” the twink-waiter remarked, catching me staring at the groom while refilling my coffee.

“Not always,” I smiled, my wrecked hole still throbbing from that massive cock.