Drunk Wedding Deflowering: My Raw Virgin Frenzy with Caroline

The wedding reception pulses with laughter and clinking glasses. I’m 25, drunk on champagne, a virgin burning inside. Beatriz slips away, replaced by Caroline—chubby, glasses, invisible at first. But alcohol ignites us. We drink, talk shit, exclude the table. Her smile cracks through. We dance, sweat mixing. Blackout hits. Toilets nearby, tent to the left, woods ahead. Lips crash. Messy, bourbon kisses. Sobering slightly, hands entwine. We stumble into the August night, cool air on hot skin. Tree bark bites her back. I press against her, heart hammering. Fingers under shirt, knead full breasts. Hand dives into panties, wet heat grips me. She’s willing. Pulse races. This is it. Virgin no more. Ronces snag as I lay her down, but she stops me. Promises later. Urgency throbs. Parents lurk. I drive, hammered, her hand on my thigh. Red lights: tongues battle, cocks strain.

Home. Door slams. She leads to bed, lies back. I hover, shame flickering. She pulls me down. Clothes rip off. First naked woman—curves devour me. Big ass fills hands, knead, squeeze. Bury face in round tits, suck nipples hard. She strips me. Erect then? Gone. Alcohol betrays. Panic surges, heart pounds. She sucks, warm mouth futile. Bath steams. Bodies slick, soapy. Finally, hard. Legs spread, find entrance—blind, terrified. She guides. Slide in. Tight heaven. Thrusts awkward, but bliss. Pump three times that night. Catch up 25 years. Weeks later, she returns. Train ride: jerk off in toilet, explode pre-arrival. Car to hers: fingers invade her, she blows me parked. Cum floods her throat. Weekend orgy. Lick pussy, she screams. Cinema: hands frantic, mutual rub to edge.

The Fever Ignites

Tenderness blooms, but fire lingers. Doggy now—her fave. Slam hips into fat ass, grip waist, collapse sweating. Fold legs deep, missionary crush. Violent pubis clashes, gag her, tie wrists. She rides, controls grind. Edge her, deny orgasm. Tongue-fuck clit, finger pussy-anus, ice cubes melt inside. Car sex, stairwell, beach, champagne-dripped licks. Caught once—terror. Anal: rules day, beg, she yields. No pain first, screams ecstasy. Later hurts—stop forever. Thrill disgusts, fantasizes. Cheated once—skinny Sandra’s mouth magic, but nothing matches Caroline’s handfuls. Now, office desk pounds, under-desk sucks. Skin still burns post-climax. Hearts slow, bodies entwine. Unique blaze, ours forever. Love in sweat-soaked sheets.