Relaxing the Busty Bride
T. Ropex
"Time travel?" I asked the AI after it suggested going back in time to have fun with the bride after watching her husband-to-be fuck all her bridesmaids: her sister, her niece, and her daughter.
It had been so hot, but once again, the AI had to intervene. It was almost like the life recreations were not... accurate. That made no sense. Why would the humans make life recreations that were not accurate?
"We're time traveling?" I asked again.
"For short periods in accordance with the Time Travel Act of Intergalactic Regulations," answered the AI. "A traveler can only go back in time a maximum of one hour and only on pre-approved worlds that are manged by the Bureau of Underprivileged and Rustic Worlds. It uses similar technology to the teleporter since Space and Time are linked. Now... time traveling."
The air warped like it always did. I appeared in another room. Here there was a fat, pale-skin woman in a white dress. A chubby, ebony-skinned woman was working on her dress. She was making adjustments to it while the woman frowned.
"It's just not perfect," the bride said. "It has to be perfect. This is my big day."
"Hand me that pin, Richie," she said.
An effeminate, young man who was as skinny as a rail picked up a pin and handed it to her. "Girl, you'll look fierce," he said. "Just fierce. My momma always fixes these problems."
"I hope so," the bride said, not sounding convinced.
I sighed. The boy wasn't strapping. He should be buff and with a big dick to fuck the bride. Black men in porn always had big dicks and they loved fucking brides on their wedding days, but this boy... He looked like he had a small cock. Why would the bride want him?
And she was so overweight, like her daughter. I sighed in disappointment. I really was feeling like these life recreations the humans made were a big scam. Well, at lest the AI would be here to fix the problem.
"Hmm," said the chubby, Black woman. "That's not good."
* * *
Tiffany Markel
"This is a disaster," I shrieked. I had never thought I could become "bridezilla," but it was happening now. I could feel it. This day was turning into a massive disaster. I trembled, wanting to weep as the woman worked on me. "Just a disaster. It's all going wrong."
"It'll be better," said Michelle, the woman working on me. Her son, Bobby, was helping. He was gay, so I didn't care if he was in the room. I just wanted to be perfect for Rick. We would have a wonderful marriage, but not if things weren't fixed. "Trust me. Bobby, I think we'll need the sewing needle."
"I'm too fat," I wailed and stared at the mirror. The dress wasn't fitting because I was a fat pig. I stared at me. I was so ugly. The dress was hugging my folds. I just wanted to--
I blinked as I stared at my slim and curvy figure in the mirror. I was wearing just my crotchless panties and the halter bra that lifted my huge tits into a pair of narrow shelves and left my nipples bare, my right one pierced.
"You have to get my dress perfectly," I said, glancing over at Robert. He was a strapping, Black stud. Tall and broad-shouldered. Michelle's son was a stud. My pussy burned so hot at the sight of him. He shouldn't be in here.
It was so naughty of me.
"I need to be beautiful," I said.
"You will be," cooed Michelle. She was a sexy, Black woman in a tight-fitting, leopard-print sheath dress. It was low-cut to show off her big, ebony tits. She had curving hips and a jiggly booty. The type Black guys loved.
And plenty of White guys. I wished I had a booty like that, but...
From how Robert stared at my butt-cheeks, he clearly thought I had a great ass. I don't know why I thought Michelle had a gay son. The way he was staring at me, his cock bulging his slacks, made me shiver. He was hard for me.
And I bet he was hung.
"You have to fix it," I said, staring at him. "This wedding has to be perfect."
"And it will be," said Michelle as she knelt before me. "What you need is to just relax."
"That's really fucking hard!" I hissed. "The man of my dreams is waiting for me. I bet my sister and daughter and my slut of a niece are welcoming him to the family, and I'm stuck in here because my stupid dress doesn't fit. I can't believe I lost too much weight."
"You look great," said Robert, his voice so deep. The bass made my pussy clench.
"But not in my dress!" I said. "And I can't go out in this!"
"Relax," Michelle said. "Mmm, you just need a nice cum."
"What?" I gasped.
"I've had to do this more than a few times," she said and buried her face into my crotchless panties.
I gasped at her as she licked at my pussy. She was actually stroking her tongue through my folds. A shiver ran through me. I could not believe she was doing this to me. I groaned as she licked my naughty bits. It was so good to have her tongue stroking through my hot flesh.
I groaned at the way she lapped at me. It was just incredible to have her stroking her tongue through my hot folds. She drove me wild with that wonderful moment. I groaned, savoring the way her tongue flicked through my folds.
It was just an incredible rush to have her lapping at me. I could not believe she was doing that as her son watched. Her hunky son watched with those hot eyes. It was just so good to have her licking me like that.
"Mmm, you just have to relax," she purred again. I could not believe this was happening. It was, though. She was tonguing me with that hot cunt. "Oh, yes, yes, just relax. That's it. That's what you need."
"Yes," I groaned in shock. It was my wedding day, and I was enjoying that hot tongue licking at me. "Oh, oh, oh!"
The man in the corner nodded.
This isn't me,
a voice whispered.
I'm fat. I'm a whale.
No, I was not fat. I was sexy as fuck. Robert wanted to fuck me so badly while his mother ate me out. I groaned as that tongue swirled around in me. I shuddered as my orgasm built and built in me. It was so good to have her teasing me like that.
I groaned, grinding my snatch onto her face. She thrust her tongue into my flesh. She danced around in me. It was so good to have her doing that. I trembled at the feel of her doing that to me. I rose toward that point when I would climax.
She suckled on my clit. She nursed on me with all that she had. It was so good to have her doing that. I groaned at the warmth of her mouth nibbling on my clit. She suckled on me with all that she had. It was just incredible.
"Oh, oh, oh," I moaned.
"Make her cum, Mom," said her hunky son.
"I always do," purred Michelle. The Black woman licked my clit.
"Yes!" I gasped, my head throwing back. My tits jiggled in my halter bra. It lifted my boobs into a pair of lovey mounds and left them exposed. I gripped my nipple ring and twisted it.
Pleasure shot down to my cunt, adding to the delight of that hot mouth suckling on my clit. I groaned, the pleasure building and building in me. I would have a huge burst of delight. Just cum so hard. I could not wait for that pleasure to sweep through me.
It would be so good. I shuddered, my heart pounding in my chest. I whimpered, grinding my cunt on the Black woman's mouth. She suckled hard on my clit. She drove me wild with that wonderful mouth. It was so amazing.
"Yes," I whimpered. "Oh, oh, that's it. Yes!"
I came.
I drowned her in my pussy cream.
The tart aroma of my cunt filled my nose. I breathed it in and Michelle lapped at my folds. I swayed there, feeling so amazing. A big smile spread on my lips as she tongued me. She drove me wild with that glorious tongue.
"Oh, oh, oh," I moaned as my bliss swept through me.
Wave after wave of rapture swept through me. It was so great to have all that bliss shooting through me. I groaned and bucked through all that delight. I shuddered, riding through that wonderful bliss. I savored every second of it.
I was so glad for it. The bliss drowned my thoughts. It was just an incredible moment. I shuddered, savoring that wonderful delight rushing through me. A big smile spread on my lips. I felt so good. Just incredible.
"Wow," I groaned as my orgasm peaked. "Oh, wow, that's good."
"I think you need more to relax," said Michelle as she rose, drawing up her skirt to reveal she was missing her panties. "Just kneel down and eat me out. That will help you relax. You don't want to be stressed for your wedding day."
"And Robert?" I asked, sinking to my knees before my seamstress. "Is he going to help me relax, too?"
"Why do you think I bring him?" she asked, this saucy gleam in her eyes. "He's an expert to get jittery brides to calm down."
"Yes, I am," Robert said in that deep bass.
I shuddered and gripped his mother's ebony thighs. I nuzzled into her shaved pussy, tasting her tangy flavor. I licked at her as her son dropped to his knees behind me. He slapped his cock down onto my rump. A shiver ran through me. I loved the way he did that.
He slid his cock down my ass to my soon-to-be-married snatch. I tongued at his mother's twat as that big, Black dick was poised to ram into me. I groaned as he pushed against my folds. My cuntlips widened to take him.
"Relax her, Robert," cooed Michelle.
"Yes, Mama," he growled and thrust into my cunt.
