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Something Borrowed

By: IceBluePhoenix



It was at my wedding reception that one of my strangest fantasies came true. I had just married my high school sweetheart. We were both eighteen. We had been together for four years, and never in that time had we gone all the way. It wasn't that I didn't want to, it was that we never had much of an opportunity. Both of our parents watched us like hawks. The only times we had ever gotten close were when Jeff's dad drove us places. We could sit in the back of the van, and Jeff's dad was oblivious to what we did as long as we remained clothed. Actually, I had often wondered what would have happened if we had taken off our clothes. He might not have even noticed then.

Except I had a funny feeling sometimes that he was watching us. Just last month, a few days before graduation, he gave us a ride since neither of our parents trusted us enough to go to school by ourselves. It was a little ridiculous since we were both seniors, but that didn't matter. We would be graduates soon, and we could fuck our brains out as soon as we got married. That day, I was wearing a short skirt with a button-down shirt. I scooted into the backseat next to Jeff, who put his arm around me. Since it took about twenty minutes to get to school, we had plenty of time to snuggle. Jeff almost immediately started kissing me, deep kisses that left me breathless. Jeff's dad made some kind of smart alecky comment about keeping the slurping sounds below one decibel. Jeff released my mouth to laugh, but he simultaneously started unbuttoning my shirt. I looked nervously into the rearview mirror to see if his dad was watching. He wasn't. Jeff started pinching my nipples through the thin fabric of my bra, and I arched my back. Jeff put his mouth next to my ear and whispered, "God, I've been waiting to squeeze these tits ever since you left last night." A flutter of pleasure went through me as he lowered his head to bite at the stiffening nipples. Even through the fabric, it felt amazing. He unsnapped the front clasp and paused a moment to stare at my exposed tits. I thought I felt more than one pair of eyes ogling me, and I looked at the rearview mirror. Jeff's dad was looking away, but I thought I had caught a glimpse of his eyes darting to the side just as I looked. The idea of him watching me made my knees go weak. I watched the mirror from the corner of my eyes as I slowly shook my tits for Jeff. I swear I saw his dad look. 

Jeff, oblivious to my experiments, pulled me onto his lap so that I was facing the front of the van. My legs were spread on either side. Jeff's dad was conscientiously watching the road as Jeff thrust his hand up my skirt and plowed two fingers into my cunt. I stifled a gasp of pleasure and surprise; usually Jeff engages in more teasing before he gets to the satisfaction. And I realized with a blush that if Jeff's dad looked in the mirror, he would see not only my softly bouncing tits but also his son finger-fucking me. The idea made me moan softly, and I purposely hiked my skirt up farther so Jeff's dad could have the full view if he looked. Jeff whispered for me to shh as he pounded his fingers even harder into me. When the moan came, through my lidded eyes I distinctly saw Jeff's dad look. He didn't look long, but he definitely looked. I came in shuddering waves, humping Jeff's fingers so vigorously that I hoped the back of the van wasn't shaking. 

A month later, at my reception, I found myself dancing with Jeff's dad. It was a little awkward. He was the object of my fantasy, and it was difficult to do anything as mundane as dance with him. I liked to think of him as an idea, not a reality. We had been dancing for just a few minutes, making small talk, when he leaned down and murmured, "You have amazing tits." His hand was on my shoulder, and he dipped his thumb down unobtrusively to graze the exposed flesh inside the scoop-neck shirt I was wearing. 

I swallowed. "Excuse me?" I asked. My breathing was becoming ragged with the insistent stroking of his thumb, but I attempted to muster some semblance of indignation.

He smiled and pressed his other hand against my lower back, nestling my stomach against his hardening cock. "I've been looking at them for the past four years. Sometimes I dream about squeezing them around my cock and fucking them."

I tried to look shocked, but I felt my hips betray my growing arousal as they involuntarily bucked once against him. "I don't know what you mean," I said breathily.

"Right, the innocent virgin." He smirked. "That was no innocent virgin in the back of my van. You wanted my son to fuck you right there where anyone could see. And you know what else? You especially wanted him to do it where I could see."

My face was on fire. "Why do you think that?" 

"I watched you look at me. Then you shook your tits while you looked. I saw you spread your legs for me. You didn't have on any panties, either, and I bet that was for me, too. I can't wait to fuck that sweet virgin cunt you flashed me." I was mortified. Mortified and on the verge of cumming. His hands were inside my shirt now, squeezing my tits rhythmically. I shook myself. "Oh God, someone's going to see..."

"No they're not," he said. I looked around. He had maneuvered us into the bride's dressing room. "But even if they did, you would like it more." He abruptly released my tits, and I stood gasping for air.

"I can't do this," I said.

He pushed two fingers inside my skirt and stopped just short of ramming them into my saturated pussy. "Well well," he commented, "you don't have any panties on today, either. Some people might think that makes you a little eager."

My body answered for me as I impaled myself on his fingers. I bucked against the rigid fullness of them, gasping and moaning more loudly than I had ever been able to do in the back of his van. He was crooning things to me that made me buck harder against his immobile hand. "Yeah, you can do this, honey. Fuck my hand. Show me how much you want it. I want to feel that tight little cunt clamping on my fingers." My breath came in ragged pants. I looked up into his face and saw the heat there, heat that made my pussy spasm again and again against his unyielding hand.

"That's better, isn't it?" he asked calmly, wiping his hand on his jeans. Then he reached for the fly as he continued. "Now, I've watched you put that mouth on my son's cock a couple of times. He always looked like he enjoyed it. Why don't you show me how much?"

I looked away from the length of flesh he was pressing toward my face. I wanted to wrap my lips around it, but suddenly Jeff's face flashed into my mind. "I can't," I moaned.

"Now sweetheart," he said. "You were just a really good little girl for me. You can do anything your little heart desires. Now put my cock in your mouth or I'll do it for you."

I gave in and wrapped my lips around the head of his shaft. He sighed as I began licking in small circles. Truthfully, I hadn't done much in the way of oral sex with Jeff, but I'd always wanted to experiment. I bobbed my head forward to take in more of his dad, and he thrust his hips forward to bury more of himself inside me. He touched the back of my mouth, and I thought it would be unpleasant, but the hardness of him seemed to scratch an itch I hadn't realized was there. 

He suddenly pulled out of my mouth. "Damn, that was amazing," he said. "I almost came in that pretty little throat of yours."

I head myself whimper, and it sounded frustrated. I stood up and pressed my body against his. The hardness of his cock pressed against my clit, and I wriggled. He deftly dodged my attempt to impale myself on its length.

"What is it, hon?" he asked.

"Please," I moaned as I struggled against him.

He smirked. "Please what?"

"Fuck me," I whispered.

He pretended shock. "You want me to do what? But you're my daughter!"

"I know," I said. I was embarrassed at my behavior, but I couldn't deny my awakened body. "I don't care. Fuck me, I want you inside me."

"Get on your hands and knees," he said. I immediately obeyed, and I realized that the place he had indicated put me facing a mirror. I looked crazed. Then I saw him behind me. I tensed in anticipation.

The first thrust was like a piece of heaven. I was so tight he couldn't go all the way in, but he grunted and pushed until his whole length was buried inside me. I watched my tits bounce and jiggle. My complete lack of control was orgasmic. 

"Did my little whore already cum?" he asked. 

"Yeah," I gasped, but I bucked my hips back against him. "Oh God, don't stop."

He pulled back a few inches, then pushed sharply forward. I let out a cry, one I was afraid someone would hear. I bit my lip as he pulled back again. His sharp thrust this time only brought a muffled gasp. 

"You're so tight," he grunted. "So tight. Do you like me inside you?"

"Yes," I gasped. "Never stop!"

He pulled back farther this time and pushed in just as fast. I jerked my head back with the pleasure of it. "You like it hard?" he asked.

I moaned in response. He paused his slow fucking to lean forward and squeeze my tits. He looked into the mirror and locked eyes with me. "I'm going to fuck you until you want to scream my name. And I'm going to do it a lot."

"Do it hard," I answered.

He released my tits and started pounding into me, still excruciatingly slowly. But it was amazing. I was gasping something over and over again, and it was an eternity before I realized I was saying, "Daddy, fuck me. Fuck me hard."

"My little girl has been a naughty tease for the past four years," he said despite his own ragged breathing. "I'm going to make sure she pays for it."

"Faster," I gasped. "Please, do it faster."

"You like how daddy's cock feels in your virgin cunt?" he said. His voice was becoming crazed as he sped up his tempo.

"Oh yeah," I moaned. "I've wanted you to put it inside me ever since I saw you." He didn't say anything, but he fucked me harder. "Yeah, just like you're doing it now. I'm about to cum with you fucking me. Your cock feels so good." I trailed off into gasping moans.

"Keep talking sweet to daddy," he said. "I'm watching those tits bounce around and I can't stop thinking of that time you shook them for me. What were you thinking last month when Jeff had his hands inside this sweet little cunt? You came so damn hard."

"I wanted you," I gasped. "I wanted you to pull over and fuck me right there on the side of the road." He was pounding me so hard and fast that I had to pause to catch my breath. "I wanted you to stuff your cock into my pussy just like you're doing now."

"Did you want me to cum inside your pussy?"

"Yeah, I wanted you to squirt your hot jizz in my pussy while I screamed your name."

He tensed, and I felt myself tense with him. "I'm cumming, daddy," I gasped. 

"Good girl," he said, and he shot his load into my pulsing pussy. 

A few minutes later, he pulled out. He gave my tits a soothing rub, and then he spoke. "Well honey, that was pretty damn good. You play your cards right, we might do this again sometime." His eyes said that this wasn't a suggestion. He backed up the expression in his eyes with a significant glance at a video camera that I had failed to notice in the throes of my passion.

It slammed into me as he left that he was going to fuck me whenever he wanted. I was going to be his slave. It also slammed into me that I was glad.

Something Borrowed



"...Oh, my god, that's him. I swear it's him. Holy hell. I'm stuck and I'll have to talk with him. How completely awkward...what will I say to him?!"

I glanced desperately for a lifeline, but my friends nearby weren't looking in my direction and I was screwed. I glanced at him again, and smiled in spite of myself. That was such a hot night. Holy fuck.

My body flooded with the feel of him as if his body had just left mine this minute, instead of 10 months ago.

How is that possible? I'm wet just thinking about him. That mouth, those hands, that gorgeous multi-tool of his, and his raw, erotic naughtiness. My mind was on fire with a flickering slideshow of porn-worthy images of the night we shared, so hot.

It all seemed to press into my flesh at once. I throbbed, my breath caught, my hair stood on end, my nipples were hard, and a shiver ran from my pussy up my backside to the nape of my neck. That spot he loved to bite. Mmmmmm.

He is such trouble. I just love that. I smiled as he caught my eye and realized who I was. A wicked grin spread across his luscious lips. Instinctively, my tongue ran over my bottom lip, wishing it was his.

I saw him moving toward me like a shark to bloody bait. My fear response kicked in and I looked in vain once again for an escape route, but there was none to be found. Why was my body betraying me in this way? Just the sight of him had me completely upside down, what would the smell and the taste and feel of him do to me?! I knew I was in trouble, I knew that there was no way I was not going to fuck him.

I took a long sip off my drink to try and steady my nerves as he approached, his eyes on mine like a laser, boring into my soul, daring me to just try and escape. I suddenly felt my animal self rise in me, taking over my body. He was now my prey and devouring him was the only thought in my head. Even at 100 paces I could smell him. My heart began to race, my mouth began to water. My pussy clenching as tiny shockwaves of remembrance pinged me. My body knew his body, the attraction was beyond controllable.

'Just fall into it and enjoy every second,' my animal self plotted...

'What kind of a slut has he turned me into?' my rational self cried. 'I should definitely resist whatever he tries. I will, I swear I will, at least for the sake of appearances.'

Suddenly he was in front of me, close enough to breathe the sweet smell of his sweat mixed with his cologne and clean cotton; a smell so comforting I wanted him to wrap me up in his strong arms and carry me off to live happily-ever-after in the safety of him. I was quivering, hopefully not visibly, as he stood there, inches from me, his eyes twinkling and smiling like Christmas came early, his growing hard on clearly visible through his pants. He reached out to kiss my cheek and I felt like I was being branded by his lips; electricity coursed through my body, exiting out the back if my eyes and through the top of my head. Oh my god, this man is nothing but trouble.

There is such freedom in letting go...I realized with a shuddering sigh that I could never resist him, and why would I? I needed him like I need air, and if I couldn't grind myself on him soon I felt like I would drown in my desire.

But I merely smiled a coy smile and said, 'Well hello you' as I reached out and ran my hand from his strong shoulder to the back of his neck and slowly pulled him onto my mouth, my tongue lightly dancing to capture his taste, my memory bursting with the first hint of him.

The taste of him on my mouth once again, the scent of him enveloping me was like coming home. I released him from our kiss and took what felt like my first real deep breath since I left him all those months ago. I could sense that his body was as relieved as mine was to be in such close proximity to one another. Our sexual connection and the tension it created was palpable - there was no denying that he and I had a dangerously sexy attraction.

He moved in and placed his hand on the small of my back pulling me to him, the heat of his body seeping into every pore on my skin. The hardness of his erection pressed into my belly and I gasped just a little at the raw sexuality of it. Oh my god the feel of him was electric as I remembered, the muscle memory of him against me was something my body could never forget. We melded together instantaneously kissing and groping, creating a situation that was quickly getting out of hand for the public place we were in.

We were at the wedding of mutual friends which was held in a garden on the cliffs overlooking Puget Sound. The view of the sunset and the sparkling water was making this the most perfect setting for this kind of tantalizing reunion. But we couldn't get too involved out here in the open without fear of people noticing.

He pulled me to him again his mouth on mine, consuming me, his hands sliding down to grab my ass (hard!) and squeeze. He was grinding me into his rock hard cock, splaying my pussy lips and causing my wetness to seep and soak my panties. My breath was coming in ragged gasps, moans escaping into his hair as I held onto him for support. He released my ass and slid his hands up my sides to cup my breasts, thumbs working me through my silk dress and satin bra. His mouth kissed and nibbled up to my ear where I heard him whisper,

"You and I are going to fuck like animals...

I am going to devour every delicious inch of you, suck and lick every drop from your juicy pussy...

I am going to take you over and over until you beg me to let you rest...

Are you ready, Sweetheart?"

A low moan was the only answer I could give.

He moved his hand between my legs and slid it up, inching closer and closer to my quivering pussy.

"Take off your panties," he said.

"No! Absolutely not! We're in the middle of everything! People will see us."

"I know. Isn't that so fucking hot?! Now do it!" he said, "Or I will."

I hesitated just one second too long. His hands gripped my panties and ripped them down to my knees. I quickly stepped out of them and stuffed them into my purse, looking frantically to see if anybody noticed. Thank god nobody did. The evening was coming on and we were shrouded in twilight. Candles flickered here and there but the area where we were was growing darker by the minute.

So nobody saw his hand slide up under my short black dress between my silky thighs. Nobody saw the look of shock or heard me gasp when he slid two fingers deep inside me, pulled them out, and laid them on his tongue. He closed his eyes and sucked his fingers into his mouth, moaning as he pulled them out, then licked his lips and smiled at me. He placed his strong hands on my shoulders and forced me down onto a chair, then he knelt before me. His eyes bore into mine, daring me again as he slid my dress up to my hips. Thankfully a table blocked the view of him and my sweet spot, but I still squirmed in discomfort, sure that we would be discovered any second. I wanted to tell him to stop, but my mouth would not speak. Instead it smiled devilishly and sighed as he spread my legs with his hands, his expert thumbs finding my slippery folds, stroking and opening me.

He winked as he broke eye contact and pulled my hips to the edge of the chair. He smiled up at me and in an instant his smiling lips were on me, kissing and mouthing me, rubbing and humming. I stroked his hair with one hand the other on the table for leverage. My hips lifted instinctively, granting him access, begging for more. His tongue obliged me, running slowly up and down my slit, my lips swelling with each pass. Over and over, the sensation building, each lick of his expert tongue made me more sensitive than the last. I could feel my juices flowing, and soon his tongue was inside me, lapping and sucking, diving deep, his hunger could not be contained.

Two fingers found their way inside me, reaching in and up, he pressed and stroked my favorite spot. It felt like he was beckoning me to come closer...come, his fingers said, come. With his fingers coaxing me further toward an explosive orgasm, his mouth found me again, his tongue flattened my clit against my pubic bone, dragging it from side to side. Oh holy fuck, he felt so good. I was thrusting my hips now, nearly grinding myself into his face. I was moaning, my hand now over my mouth so I couldn't be heard. Gripping the chair with my other hand, I held on as he continued devouring my dripping, pulsating pussy. Suddenly I felt a finger circle my tight ass, then slide inside. I gasped and moaned, waves building, I was cumming, hard.

I was dying, trying to keep a quiet smile on my face so no one would notice that under the table my body exploded, clenched, exploded again, wave after wave of pleasure washing me clean. But while my orgasm slowed and quieted his mouth did not stop. I thought I would collapse from the intensity of it as he licked and sucked my sensitive clit and brought me to another crashing orgasm. I fumbled to stay upright... my legs spread open, my body weak, all I wanted was his gorgeous cock deep inside me, impaling me, fucking me like our lives depended on it.

I pulled him up and pressed his mouth against mine, tasting myself on him and loving every bit of it. Our mouths held tight, devouring each other, selfishly attempting to consume all that we could of each other. I fumbled for his zipper, fighting it to gain access to his silky, warm, hard cock. When the zipper stuck I resorted to fondling him through his trousers as I traced him through the fabric. He pulled me up, whispering at me to stop until we could get somewhere more private, but I couldn't. I slid my hand down his waistband and inside the silky fabric of his briefs until my fingers cupped his balls and my palm cradled his thick, pulsing shaft. I wanted him with an intensity I'd never experienced and it seemed I was willing to risk getting caught to have him. Thank god he led me away from everyone before things got completely out of hand.

He held my hand and led me along a dim path toward the water. I followed him, grateful that he knew the place better than I did. We turned off the path and found ourselves at a hidden overlook, complete with a gorgeous view of the water, soft breeze, and long wide benches. He grinned at me as he led me to a bench, turned to face me and kissed me full and wet while his hands slid under my dress to molest my round ass. My hands tugged at his zipper, finally freeing the most gorgeous cock I've ever had the pleasure to pleasure. Even in the darkness I could clearly see the beauty of his swollen, firm shaft and perfectly rounded head. My mouth watered, my lips parted.

"May I?" I asked him, a coy smile on my lips.

"Oh yes, please," he replied with a smile.

I knelt before him and began to make love to him with in my favorite way.

I began by slowly spreading his legs and sliding my hands up and down his strong thighs, revealing him and showing me my favorite parts all at once. My mouth kissed him here, then there, my tongue dragging along the crease where leg meets pelvis and torment begins. Breathing out onto my wet trail raised goosebumps on his body which was now tense with anticipation. Finally I opened my lips just a touch and began kissing his shaft, loving the feel of his hard veined flesh on the inside of my lips. I ran my hand up between his legs and cradled his balls in my palm, brought each delicate mystery in turn to my mouth so I could suck lick and kiss them, loving the moans he gave me in return. I slid one finger into my mouth, moistening it, then dripped saliva on it. I ran my finger back until I found his tight hole and circled it, getting it wet and ready for me. He gasped and laid his hands on my head, willing me to please not stop. My other hand lightly ran the length of him, strumming the ridge of his head, circling it and caressing his amazing skin. I closed my hand around him and brought my mouth down, open and so eager for my first taste of him, a taste I never forgot and had craved all these months.

My mouth closed on his throbbing head as my finger slid inside him.

"Oh fuck," he said as he pressed his hips up into me. My finger slid in again as my other hand stroked his shaft and my mouth took him in, my tongue sliding over and exploring him. My finger slid up until it found what it was seeking, his most tender spot. I stroked it over and over as my mouth opened and I slid the length of him all the way to the back of my throat. I relaxed and let him rest there twitching and oozing onto my wet warm tongue as I continued sliding my finger up and over his prostate.

The moans and sighs from him thrilled me...had me so turned on I couldn't help myself. I pressed my dripping pussy against his leg and started grinding into him, desperate for the feel of him on me. My rhythm intensified as I continued licking, stroking, humping him. His moans of pleasure were all I needed to continue to play him. His oozing cum fed me and tormented me. I wanted more. He began moaning deep,

"oh my god...oh my god...yes..."

I felt his prostate twitch, felt his balls contract, heard his grunts and felt him explode onto the back of my throat. Finally I got to have all of him, his cum warm and salty and just a touch acidic, the chemical compound my body lacks but needs so much.

His body surged, giving up more cum with every throb of his cock. I greedily sucked and licked every drop into my mouth. He laid back on the bench, letting out a long satisfied sigh, a smile on his face.

"Now where did you learn that trick?" He asked, "That was the most intense orgasm I've had. Honestly, You are such a sexy little thing...what am I going to do with you?"

I smiled in response, blushing at the thought that I'd succeeded in taking him further than he'd ever been taken before. So hot, that knowledge. It made me want to fuck him in the worst way. He read my desire in my eyes and nodded his head slightly at me.

He pulled me down beside him and met my mouth for a slow sweet kiss, stroking my hair, sliding his hand down the length of my shapely torso, resting on my round hip and stroking circles on my ass cheek. My head found his shoulder and I breathed him in and sighed. So comfortable. He nuzzled into my neck and let out a soft moan. For the briefest of moments I enjoyed a frenzy of images showing our would-be future filled with the most satisfying sex in fabulous locations. I quickly pulled myself up off of him, shaking the images loose, hopefully for good...

this man was nothing but trouble. He took a deep breath and slapped my ass.

"Let's get the hell out of here and have some real fun," he said grabbing my ass and pulling me in for another amazing kiss. We dressed quickly, hurriedly making ourselves presentable.

"I came with Heidi and Jen," I said. "I'll have to find them and tell them I'm leaving."

"Text them, they'll be fine." he said

"Now let's go!"

He grabbed my hand and pulled me through the party; lights and laughing faces all a blur as I followed in the trail of him. A few people called out to us as we made our way out, but we both pretended not to hear, intent on getting to his car.

"Do you still have my favorite car?" I asked.

"I do, would you like to drive?" He winked at me.

"No, not now. You drive the car and I'll play." I said winking back.

As we slid into the leather bucket seats of his convertible my hand slid between his legs, massaging his growing hard on. The smell of the car and the sound of the engine had us both turned on. God, I loved it when he drove this car like it was meant to be driven. I smiled up at him and sat back to enjoy the ride.

My hand fondled and groped him through his trousers, rubbing the edges of his fully erect cock. My pussy throbbed, as if what my hand felt was being etched on my slippery folds. This erotic Braille was spinning me up, my animal instincts rising with each stroke of my hand. I needed to devour him or I would surely lose touch with my best self. His hips pressed his cock up into my hand, flattening it against me so hard I thought I must be hurting him. But he grabbed my hand and pressed it even more. Oh my god, the intensity was getting to be too much. I was dripping wet, squeezing my thighs together and staring out the window to try and remain calm. I knew that if I looked at him I would have my mouth on him, and he was driving. Every shift of the gears, thrilled my senses, sent new shocks of sexual tension through me.

"Shift for me," he said.

"Okay..." I said questioningly, not sure how well this was going to work. I heard the engine rise, felt his abs tighten and his legs move to engage the clutch. I shifted from second to third and he had us synched with the revving of the engine. He slid his now free hand between my legs, eyes never leaving the road, and entered me. I gasped, my breath heaved in my chest. My mind was bursting as my pussy quivered around his fingers. As I rubbed his cock, he slid inside...As he rounded corners and changed speed we shifted gears and drove his car hard, this incredible erotic torsion connecting us.

He had us sliding into turns, the force pressing us into the seats, amping up an already explosive situation.

I didn't dare say anything, I wanted to get to his house as quickly as possible. We raced onto the freeway, shifting and stroking each other, the speed pinning us back into our seats. In just a few minutes we were at his door, sweating and writhing against each other. The engine seemed to be humming a guttural thank you for the thrill. And then silence, except for our low moans and grunts as we fucked each other from our seats.

I wanted him inside me, I needed to press into him, to bury him deep inside me and ride him, grind on him, slide up and down until his energy threw me over the edge. He felt my need and took mercy on me. He slid his fingers out and ran them over my lips before sucking them with his own, his eyes locked on mine. Then he quickly got out and came to open my door, leaning down to bite my neck as I rose on unsteady legs. Shivers ran through my body and my nerves jumped at his touch. Oh this man, so intense...I knew I was in for another wild ride.

I followed him to the door and watched him fumble slightly with his key. His tell relieved me so much, alerted me that this felt to him as amazing as it did to me. My desire surged again, and I fought the urge to press my dripping pussy into any part of him I could reach. Once the door swung open and he led me inside his demeanor changed just slightly...there was no mistaking who was in control...

He led me into the entry of his nicely decorated but modest home and turned me to face him. He slid his hand up from my shoulder and with a quiet force took the hair at the nape of my neck in his grip. He pulled me to his mouth and his tongue slid against mine, exploring me, tasting us and all our wicked foreplay on my lips. Our bodies were pressed as closely as they could be, rubbing against each other as we kissed, pausing occasionally to breathe and smile. This was getting so hot and felt so good, both of us completely enmeshed in the feelings coming off the other. We were becoming one in our play and the stage was being set for an incredibly intimate night.

How many minutes were we exploring each other, I couldn't guess, but there came the point where we had to break away or we would have both cum, still fully clothed. Breathing hard, he walked to the kitchen and I followed, hoping that somewhere along the line a drink or a pipe would come my way to sooth my nerves and chill my mind. Intuitively, he walked to the bar and mixed me a drink, not asking what I wanted. He handed me a whisky and fireball mixed on the rocks. I took a sip and smiled at him. He winked in return and raised his glass, which I interpreted to mean, 'Buckle up." My god, this man was thrilling. And he knew it. Which I loved even more.




Something Borrowed



I followed him as he walked the room, pausing to tell me how he came to have some of his favorite things while the whisky soothed my ragged edges and smudged any doubt that might have lingered. This night was going to be completely intense. I made the decision to toss any inhibitions and fully embrace the luck of my evening, and as I did so my pussy swelled just a bit. I knew that he was tormenting me with this little tour, deliberately putting me on edge with waiting. And as the thought crossed my mind he took my hand and led me to the window. He pointed outside to show me one of his gardens and as he did so he pressed his erection into my ass. I pressed back, so relieved to finally have an outlet for the sexual energy that had been building and breathed a heavy sigh. My hand reached back instinctively to feel for him, but just as my finger tips grazed his bulge, he took my hand away saying, "No," in a calm but authoritative voice. "Oh fuck yes..." I thought, "He is so intense."

I held my drink with both shaking hands and allowed him to do with me what he wanted, enjoying every minute. He reached his hand up to lightly squeeze my breast, circling my nipple as he rocked his hardness into me. I closed my eyes and pressed my hips back as I squeezed my thighs together, imagining him sliding his cock inside me. His mouth was at my ear as was saying something about one of the plants he apparently had been pointing to. I couldn't be sure because I couldn't understand a word he said. His voice was a tone I heard like music, not like information. The heat of his breath and the sound of him sent shivers up my spine. I rocked back into him, silently begging him to take the next step. But he didn't. He asked me how my drink was. I thanked him, and told him it was delicious. My hand had a mind of it's own and fell from my glass, soon finding it's way to his thigh, stroking up toward the part of him I craved. My fingers just barely cupped him as he took my wrist and forced it down. "No," he said again with a stern note to his voice. Oh my god, he was driving me completely crazy. All I could think about was his throbbing cock sliding inside any part of me, touching any part of me. And he was denying me with a quiet domination that had me deliciously on edge.

He turned on the fireplace and took my hand. Taking a blanket from the sofa he led me to the rug in front of the hearth and turned to me, reaching back to unzip my dress. "Take it off," he said. I looked up at him as I slid the sleeves off one at a time and shimmied the dress over my rounded hips. His hand was rubbing his erection through his pants. "Take off your bra, show me your tits," he said. I reached behind me and unclasped my bra, sliding the fabric over my nipples slowly, enjoying the feeling of the satin against my hard, pink erect buds. I reached up to play with my tits, squeezing them, closing my eyes at the thrill of it. But his hands were on mine and he pulled them away telling me, "No," with more sternness in his voice.

"Kneel down right here," he said pointing to a spot at his feet.

I did as I was instructed as I watched him unbuckle his trousers and remove his shirt. He slid his hand inside his pants. breathing deeply as he started masturbating, stroking his cock, eyes closed, hips rocking. I reached my hand up, dying to feel him hard against me, but as I did he moved my hand down. "No." He said, sliding his pants off entirely and moving closer and closer to me.

"Sit back on your heels," he instructed as he crept closer and closer to me until his erection was directly in front of my mouth. My mouth was watering, I was licking my lips, dying to taste him. He knew what I wanted and brought his cock to me. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, thrilled to finally have a taste of him. But he never entered my mouth. I opened my eyes to see him pulling back away from me. I let out an exasperated pouting sigh, begging to have him. Again he leaned in to give me a taste of him, and once again he denied me. He leaned in again, this time as he came toward my dripping lips and I watched him pull back again my hand reached out quickly stroking the full length of him, my head thrust so I could get the tip of my tongue on his round head before he pulled my hand away and leaned away from me. Then he leaned in, breathing hard, and placed his hands on my head. I knew I got to have him and I greedily opened my mouth and rose up on my legs as he pressed himself into my mouth, moving my head to match his desire. I relaxed my throat and let him slide in. Using my tongue and lips to guide him, as I felt him throb as he fucked my mouth. He thrust into me slow and hard, drooling cum onto my tongue, the taste awakened my carnal need in me..I found myself grinding onto my heel for relief.

Suddenly he backed away and pulled me to my feet. Holding my hand and walking backward so he could watch me, he led me down the hall to his bedroom.

He led me to the bed and lifted me up onto it. Then he climbed up and pushed me until I was laying on my back. He lifted my hips and pushed me further up toward the head of the bed sliding his hands under my ass, squeezing my cheeks with his strong fingers. He pulled me open and leaned down, his mouth on me with no hesitation, no quiet kisses. His tongue raked across me, thrilling my clit and my lips, back and forth. My hips arched into him, and I let out a loud moan in a voice I didn't recognize as my own. Oh god I wanted nothing more than to fuck him. I pressed his head with my hands, directing his motions. But he took my hands and held them at my sides.

I lifted my hips, the only motion left to me and rocked my pussy against his mouth. I felt my juices dripping between my ass crack and I told him so. He responded by licking the length of me, rimming my tight hole before coming back to pleasure my clit. I was calling out, on the verge of orgasm over and over. He pulled his head away then dove again, assaulting me with his tongue. Over and over he dove for me, each time I felt his tongue slide hard and fast over my clit and enter me, each time a gasp left my lips. I needed his cock inside me, I was begging him to fuck me, to let me fuck him. But he continued his slow, deliberate torture. His fingers found me and stroked the length of my slit, then slowly he slid one finger inside, knowing it would never satisfy my need. He held it still as I tried desperately to move my hips against it. I begged him again, please let me feel you. And finally he did.

He raised up and scooted in between my legs on his knees, then he put his hands at my sides, pinning my arms and lowered himself down onto me, pressing the head of his engorged cock against my throbbing pussy. He looked into my eyes as he rubbed against me, slowly, opening my pussy lips wide, my juices lubricating his movements as we slid against each other. And then he was inside with one hard, slow thrust, grunting when his cock reached the back of my pussy, holding there for a moment of shared intensity, his eyes never leaving mine,. Oh my god he was so good, so good, directing me toward an explosive orgasm, turning my head inside out.

He thrust again, pulling out until his mushroom head was rubbing my clit and then thrusting deep again. Over and over he slid into me, thrusting hard and jabbing at the end of his stroke. Each time he completely filled my pussy leaving each of us clinging to the other as we held the magic spot. Gasps and sighs marked the spot of our connection, each more thrilling than the last.

He was going to cum, I could feel it building. And the feeling made my body raise up, my animal self ready to consume him, my rational self holding back to protect the delicate balance we were riding. My craving for him escaped my mouth in low raw moans, my hips rocking to meet him, our energy building on itself. I slid my legs up over his hips and held firm, not allowing him fully inside me. He looked at me sternly and pushed hard but was only able to get half of himself inside me. I tilted my hips so the head of his cock was thrusting up against my g spot. He fucked me as I clung to him, desperate for more, never wanting the feeling to end. He was panting, wanting to be fully inside me. His thrusts against my clit and g spot were taking me over the edge. My legs splayed out, my body went limp and I was moving however he moved me, my body rocking like a rag doll.

He lifted one of my legs to his chest and rammed himself inside me, reaching with his cock for the back wall of my pussy and grinding against me at the end of each mind blowing thrust, I freed my hands and grabbed for my nipples, pinching and squeezing them. My mind exploded...Oh fuck, oh fuck, oooooohhh yesssssss I started to cum with an intensity I'd never felt. My body lurching up, my legs shaking, hips thrusting for more of him. Inside my swollen flesh throbbed through my entire belly, exploded and contracted over and over down through my legs. My mind was finally free, drifting through the electrical storm that was shooting from behind my eyes. He was seconds behind me, and I came again when his cries escaped his lips. He pressed into me and came hard, exploding over and over inside me, throbbing and thrusting until he collapsed against me. Cum and sweat seeped out all over us as shock waves raked our bodies and left us moaning softly, enjoying the pings and echoes of the ecstasy we shared.



Something Borrowed Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Something Borrowed, Then Mastered

Two weeks had passed since my father took my virginity at my wedding reception. I hadn't seen him once since then. Jeff and I had been gone for a week to Hawaii. Jeff definitely inherited his father's gift for fucking. Today, in fact, I was lying in bed feeling the rosy afterglow of a mind-blowing orgasm. Jeff was gone to work, and I was experiencing the hum of complete satisfaction.

Or almost complete satisfaction. Jeff was a superior lover, but something in me craved the debasement Jeff's father could drive me to. I knew that what he had done to me on my wedding day was only the tip of the iceberg. He had walked away threatening to use me whenever he wanted me. A sudden thought struck me. Maybe he DIDN'T want me. What if I hadn't satisfied him the way he satisfied me? I shook myself. It didn't matter either way. 95% of me wanted to remain faithful to Jeff. I love Jeff. But that 5% that wanted his dad to fuck my brains out was an influential, persistent part of me.

I sighed and got out of bed to prepare for a busy day of unpacking. About an hour into it, Jeff's parents dropped by with a few more boxes. The shock of seeing his dad rendered me temporarily speechless. I managed to adopt a facade of normalcy, though, since he showed no sign of remembering the ways he had ravished my body. "Come in, Mr. and Mrs. Renier," I said. 

His mom smiled. "Don't be silly. You can call us Brad and Diane."

His dad nodded and smiled in agreement. "Let me just go grab the boxes, and then we'll be on our way. You two girls probably have some important fussing over draperies to do."

He was fulfilling the duties of a perfect father, and it was fortunate since Diane and I did need to fuss over some draperies, and if he had stayed nearby, she would almost certainly have noticed something odd in the way I looked at him. 

As it was, watching him lift heavy objects was distracting enough. It was crazy. I knew my hyper-awareness of him came from simple chemistry. Jeff and I had been fucking every spare moment of the past two weeks. It made me hornier than I had ever been in my life, even if it never resulted in the intense orgasms Jeff's father had given me. I looked at men in an entirely new way because I knew exactly what they could use their fingers and tongues for. And, well, Jeff's dad had been the first one to take me so totally over the edge... of course my body reacted to him uncontrollably.

When he brought the last box in, he paused to wipe his forehead. When he raised his arm, his shirt came up and exposed the tanned skin of his relatively toned abs. I'm sure my eyes popped out of my head. He raised an eyebrow and smirked at me.

Then, as natural as could be, he said, "Diane? I can't seem to find that envelope of coupons you wanted."

She rolled her eyes good-naturedly and said, "Okay, I guess I'll have to go find it. Why don't you help Jen with the drapes?"

"I'm sure I'll have some valuable insight," he joked as he walked to stand beside me. He put a fatherly arm around me, and I trembled with the effort of appearing innocent and the expectations of what he would do to me soon.

When she disappeared through the door, he started talking about the drapes. It was maddening.

Finally, I interrupted. "Aren't you going to touch me?"

He raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"You're driving me crazy," I breathed as I tried to turn in his arms.

He dipped his eyes down deliberately to stare at the small amount of cleavage visible in my shirt. I felt my nipples harden at the idea of what I wanted him to do to them. What he had done to them before.

Then he looked up and took in my lust-crazed eyes. He smiled. "You'll have to do better than that," he said. Then he let go of me and moved back toward the boxes.

Diane came back in with the coupons, oblivious to the tension in the room. After a little more small talk, Jeff's dad started steering them out the door.

He turned to add one last packing tip. "If I were you, I would unpack this box first." He gestured toward a medium-sized box. "It's got stuff you'll need sooner than later." Then he was gone.

It was twenty minutes before I opened the box. I wished I would have opened it sooner. There were only two things inside it. The first thing was a note that said, "Put this on and wait." The second thing was a filmy black bra and panty set. 

I closed the blinds in my living room and in my bedroom, put on the lingerie, and waited. My desire built as I kept imagining his hands on me. It was an excruciating hour. When he arrived, I was a disaster. His key in the lock sent shocks through me. He rapidly took in my appearance with faux surprise. Then he locked the door behind him.

"I came to bring this box we forgot earlier," he said. His eyes devoured my body.

"I was afraid you were never going to fuck me again," I breathed as I got off the couch to press myself against him.

He grabbed my ass and pressed my pelvis against his body. "What makes you so damn sure I'm going to fuck you today? I just came by to make a delivery."

"Oh God," I moaned. "You have to."

"Why?" His fingers slipped tantalizingly in and out of the elastic of my underwear as he moved his palms in circles over my hips and ass. 

"I can't stop thinking about you inside me," I said. 

He rewarded my candor by brushing his thumb across the fabric that covered my cunt. "Really?"

I moaned, and I felt my vaginal muscles spasm as they tried in vain to pull him inside. "Yeah," I managed. I wasn't sure if I was answering his question or if I was telling him how good I felt. "I wanted you to pound me right there on the kitchen table when Diane was out in the van."

He pressed his panty-clad thumb up so that it barely entered my pussy. It was exquisite, and I angled my hips in hopes of taking more of him inside. He smiled in satisfaction. "That's because your pussy belongs to me," he said. "Not to Jeff. It's all mine."

"Yeah," I agreed. I was barely conscious of what he had said. I was too busy untucking his shirt and running my fingers across his abs. I dipped one hand inside his waistband and felt him stiffen.

"Now now," he said. "I'm running this show, hon." He moved to stand behind me. I tried to turn to him, but he quickly grabbed my wrists and held them behind my back. I couldn't move. 

He moved close enough to breathe gently on my neck. "I'm going to have you exactly the way I want you, and you're going to like it."

Then he pulled me to the bedroom.

"Get on the bed," he ordered. He produced four silk scarves from his pockets as he observed my swift obedience. "Good girl," he commented. He moved in front of me and put one of his hands on either side of my waist. His thumbs moved tantalizingly across my stomach, and I moaned for him. He pressed his lips against the hollow between my neck and my shoulder, and I wrapped my arms around his head as his tongue began tickling me deliciously.

"Damn, you're distracting," he said as he raised his head.

"God," I moaned. I struggled to press my body against his, but it seemed like I could never get enough of him.

He grabbed my wrists again and began tying a silk scarf around each of them. The look on his face was fierce and savage. He left me so breathless that I was tied to the bed before I realized what he was doing. I tested the bonds hesitantly, expressing a wide-eyed fear that I didn't entirely fear.

"What are you doing?" I asked breathlessly.

"I'm taking advantage of your helplessness." He moved to tie my ankles, and I feebly struggled. His roughness was an overpowering aphrodisiac, and soon my struggles became not struggles to escape but struggles to relieve the building tension.

He stood up stared through steely eyes at my exposed body. 

"Please," I panted.

"Please what?" he asked. He was unbuttoning his shirt.

"Fuck me," I whimpered. "I am so wet for your cock right now."

"How does it make you feel that I can do whatever I want with you and you can't stop me?" 

"I want you even more than I did." He was naked, and the sight of his hardening cock was incredibly arousing. "Just put your cock inside me. Please, Brad, I need it."

He came closer, but not to my aching pussy. He stood beside my face for a moment. "Don't call me Brad," he said. "You know what I want you to call me."

I blinked. Then I flushed because I did know what he wanted me to call him. "Daddy," I whispered.

"Good girl. Now has my little whore ever wondered what cum tastes like?"

I had to blush again. "I've wondered what yours tastes like."

"Why don't you just take a little lick of it?" He put his dick against my lips. A tiny beat of precum glistened there. I darted my tongue out to savor it, and I closed my eyes in rapture. 

"Was it good?"

"Yeah." My voice came out in a breathy whisper.

"That's my good little girl. I'm going to shoot some more of it down that throat after I'm done pounding your pussy."

He was between my legs, and I struggled against the bonds to wrap my legs around his waist. He rubbed my clit with his thumb, and I writhed underneath him. "Yeah, Daddy, right there," I gasped.

"Is my baby all wet for me?" 

"So wet," I moaned.

"I'm going to make your pussy spasm so hard that you can't move," he said. "And then I'm going to fuck you."

He kept his thumb on my clit, and then he pushed two of his meaty fingers into my cunt. It was almost too much, but it felt so good. He rammed them in and out. 

"Yes," I moaned, and he went faster. I could see his hand moving like a saw into my snatch. "Fuck... That's so good Daddy, your fingers are so damn big... fuck... uuuuhhhh.... I'm cumming Daddy... your fingers are making me cum so hard..."

My pussy walls clenched around his still-moving fingers. He didn't stop after I came. He worked in a third finger and slowed down until my panting had stilled slightly.

"I'm not done making you cum," he said. I felt a shiver of anticipation. Then I felt a new spasm of pleasure arrest my body. He was thrusting his fingers inside me so hard that he was grunting. The look in his eyes told me that he wasn't going to stop until I came completely undone. I wasn't moaning anymore. I was screaming in ecstasy. My pussy contracted on his fingers like they were the only anchor that could keep me from floating away. I struggled to sit up and dig my nails into his back, but the bonds held me down. I came even harder as I remembered that he could do whatever he wanted to me and I couldn't stop him.

"Yeah, baby, keep cumming for daddy," he grunted. "Fuck, your pussy is squeezing my fingers so damn hard. You're such a little slut, you love how it feels to have three fingers reaming your cunt."

I moaned in agreement. "Oh God, daddy, you feel so good. I need you inside me... please daddy, fuck me with your cock, fuck me hard!"

He didn't argue. He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and wiped them across my stomach. "You're so wet," he crooned absently as he crawled into position, "so warm and so wet." Then he slid his cock into me. I sucked in a gasping breath and didn't want to let it out, wanting to savor the moment indefinitely. His eyelids fluttered closed and he froze for a moment fully buried inside me. It felt so amazing that I couldn't even moan. 

Then he started moving his hips against me, jiggling his cock against my sensitive pussy walls, the pussy walls that he had just pummeled with his fingers. My moans were softer than they had been before, but they came from deep inside me. They matched the slow, deep intensity of his languorous thrusts. 

"Still so tight," he managed to say.

"Because you're so damn big," I answered. 

He moved his hands to cup my ass, and he tilted my pelvis up as he repositioned himself to thrust deeper. "I'm never going to get tired of fucking your sweet little twat," he said. Then he started to really fuck me.

It was a haze of pleasure. I flailed and thrashed around as he moved my body to fuck my pussy at whatever speed and intensity he wanted. I came again and again. I became conscious that my fingernails were digging into his back. He had released the bonds from my wrists. 

He pulled his cock out of me. It was glistening and hard. He pulled my face toward it. "I can't leave a mess in your cunt for Jeff to find. Drink it all up, slut."

I hesitated only a minute, and then I took all of his cock into my mouth. My own juices on him were pungent but not unpleasant. I looked up into his face. He was watching me through half-lidded eyes, and his resemblance to Jeff was uncanny at that moment, and I felt a twinge of remorse. A single tear escaped from my eye as I thought of how much I loved my husband. Then I wrapped my tongue around his shaft and licked, imagining it was Jeff's cock I was sucking. Brad shuddered and opened his eyes, breaking the spell. All the lust I felt came rushing back despite my best intentions. I licked harder, moving my head up and down his shaft, craving his climax. I released him just long enough to fix him with my eyes and say, "Cum in my mouth, daddy. I need to taste your cum."

When I covered his cock with my mouth again, he gave two grunting thrusts and then shot his jizz down my throat. It was hot and sharp and salty, and I was surprised to find myself swallowing it eagerly. I sucked gently on his spent cock, making sure I got the last drop. Then I released him and fell limp to the bed. 

He gently put a hand to my cheek. "Baby, that was so damn hot. I love it that I have my own cum-guzzling whore to call my daughter. I hope Jeff appreciates what he's got."

I blushed. "I've never actually done that for him, before. Guzzled cum, I mean." 

He raised an eyebrow. Then he reached for the restraints again and began leisurely tying my wrists back to the bed frame. I didn't protest. If he was going to fuck me again, I was up for it. His hands hovered above my breasts. "Squeeze my tits, Daddy," I begged. He inserted one finger beneath the underwire and ran it between the bra and my skin. Goosebumps broke out on my skin in waves. He unclasped the center clasp and coaxed one cup from my eager flesh. The fabric spilled from my body to spread out on the bed.

His eyes darkened as he took in the exposed, taut nipple that was begging for his touch. Then he stood up. "I think it's time I headed home."

I blinked in confusion. He was smiling at my discomfort. "What? But... Jeff will see me!" I glanced at the clock. "Oh God, he'll be home in ten minutes!"

Brad was putting on his pants. "I think it's time he finds out what a naughty little whore he married, don't you?"

Panic was uncoiling pleasurably through my body. I began to imagine the prospects in store if Jeff found me this way. "But he'll know I didn't tie myself up. How could I?"

Jeff's father paused to ravish my body with his eyes one more time. "I don't think he's going to stop to consider why your cunt looks pounded or how you got your wrists tied to the bed like that. I think he's going to take one look at you and then forget all rational thought."

He was right. When Jeff came in ten minutes later, punctual as always, I heard him stop abruptly in the doorway of our room. He dropped his briefcase. I was afraid to look at him, afraid of the disgust I might see in his eyes. I thought about what I must have looked like, spread-eagled on the bed with my flushed, dripping pussy exposed to him and my lacy bra halfway undone. I looked at him. 

His eyes flickered over my body in an unconscious imitation of his father's face. He was far from disgusted. And I suddenly felt a fresh rush of arousal. "Take me, Jeff," I invited. "Take me any way you want me."

His hands on me were rough and certain. He fucked me deep and fast, without any of the slow preliminaries that his father indulged in. I rose to Jeff's thrusts, begging him with my body for more. 

"Naughty whore," he was grunting over and over as he fucked me.

I could only gasp "yes" in time with his thrusts. I didn't know what I was agreeing to. I didn't think of myself as a whore. My body tensed and I realized that I was enjoying being completely dominated by two men. I felt like a whore. And I heard my voice reflect it now that I acknowledged it. It sounded like "yes yes YES yes yes yes YES" in a pounding rhythm that matched the frantic speed of his fucking. I wanted to tell him that I was his little slut, that I'd do anything to have his cock whenever I wanted it. But all I could say was "yes."

Jeff had never taken such control of my body. He owned me completely as he impaled me on his cock. He made me bend to his will, and he relished the power. With a final thrust, he said, "Cum for me, slut."

And I did. I came with such crashing intensity that I couldn't think or say anything at all. I felt him spurting into me, heard him panting my name.

Then I was in his arms, freed from my restraints. He pulled my back against his chest, spooning me tightly against him.

His voice was drowsy when he spoke. "I love you, baby."

I reached behind me to trace his cheek with my finger. "I love you, too." Then I paused. "That was amazing. Thank you, Jeff."

He moved his hands sleepily across my stomach and pulled me even closer. "You should have told me how rough you like it," he murmured. Then he fell asleep.

I had never felt so content nestled in Jeff's arms. But even now, a small part of me shivered with eagerness to find out what Jeff's father would do to me next. Would I ever be happy in the arms of either man?



Something Borrowed Ch. 03



Chapter 3: Dream Cum True

The astringent smell of bathroom cleaner was a distant distracter from the hard cock I was riding. It was getting harder and harder to arrange secret trysts with Brad Renier, my husband's father. Right now, Brad was sitting on a toilet in the third-floor bathroom of the library at the university where he worked. I was sitting on top of him, pressing his head against my breasts as he sucked the flesh in and out of his mouth. I bucked my hips against him, craving the release he could give me. We didn't have long until he would be missed in his office. 

His teeth clamped down on my nipple, bringing a sharp gasp from me and driving any thoughts of inconveniences from my head. He grinned. "Should have known you'd like teeth," he remarked. "My little girl is such a dirty whore." He grabbed the nipple he had just bit and began twisting.

"Yeah, daddy," I moaned. "I love your hands on my tits. Oh, God, I'm going to cum so hard for you, daddy."

"Damn straight, you are," he grunted. "And I'm going to blow my load in your cunt while I'm biting your tits."

"Yes," I begged, guiding his head back to my breasts. His teeth found the sensitive flesh and I threw my head back in ecstasy. "I'm cumming daddy, you're making me cum harder than I've ever cum before."

He thrust into me so hard that he stood up, pressing me between him and the door of the bathroom stall. I wrapped my legs around him and tilted my pelvis up to take as much of him in as I could.

"Oh, daddy, I can feel your cum splattering into my pussy. It's so good."

He gave a muffled groan into my tits and bit harder. He dug his fingers into my ass and tilted me up even farther so that all of him was buried inside me. It was an eternity of pleasure before he released me gently. We looked at each other with exhausted contentment.

"I'm starting to wonder just how rough you like it," Brad said.

I giggled self-consciously. "Me, too."

My phone rang. Guilt assaulted me when I saw that it was Jeff. Brad read my face and took my phone before I could answer it.

"Don't worry, baby," Brad said caressingly. "He doesn't know you're here. He doesn't know that his father just pumped you full of cum."

I should have felt ashamed, but I felt aroused all over again. "Daddy, I love it when you cum in my pussy. It makes me so wet to think about it."

"That's my girl." He handed my phone back and got dressed. He had to leave quickly. 

Then a wave of self-disgust crashed over me, but I tried to pretend everything was okay as I began rebuttoning my shirt. Sooner or later, I thought, this was going to have to end. I realized with shivering despair that it would almost definitely be later.

I got home to find an empty house. Jeff was working like he did every day. The house should have been a convenient love nest for Brad and me, but the last thing we wanted was the neighbors gossiping about Brad's visits... or the noises that erupted from my bedroom while he was there.

We had resorted to fucking in any random place we could find. Storerooms, bathrooms, janitor's closets... we had experimented with them all over the past month. One time I deep throated him in the stairwell of a hotel after he had fucked my tits. And one time, the best time, he had pulled me into an alley when I was on my way home. At first, I thought he was a mugger. A shiver went through me as I remembered the rough bricks against my skin as Brad plowed into me without mercy. Brad has this theory that I want someone to see me getting a cunt full of cock in public. I'm not saying I disagree.

Brad has become the father I used to fantasize about when I was a young girl first accosted by hormones. I never actually knew my own father, but I used to imagine that he would come tuck me in at night, and his fingers would dip under the covers to find the center of my need. I would feverishly move my own fingers over my clitoris as I imagined the lust and power that would be in my father's face. And now Brad had stepped into that role so perfectly that he was irresistible to me even though I was in love with his son.

Jeff called again, and his voice awoke parts of me that often disappeared when I wasn't around him. 

"I have to go to a conference," he said after our small talk was out of the way.

"What? Where? When?" I was completely disoriented.

I could hear the smile in his voice. "Paris. It's supposed to last a week. I have to leave tonight."

A stone plummeted into my stomach. I wasn't sure I could stand the separation for a week unscathed. What if Brad destroyed the connection between us? "Do you have to go?" I asked.

"Yeah. Miss me?"

"Always." I sounded more sure than I was.

"Look, I think you should probably stay with my parents," he said. "I don't like the idea of you being home alone all that time. What if someone breaks in?"

I couldn't think of any rational reason to object without incriminating his father, so I agreed.

Diane and Brad were thrilled to have me. I hoped that Diane's warmth and motherly attitudes would dampen the passion between me and Brad. But when I arrived at the house, it was to find Diane lugging a suitcase down the stairs. She enfolded me in a hug and started fussing. 

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Oh, sweetie, I forgot to tell you that I have a women's retreat in New Mexico this week. We've had it planned for ages. But don't worry, even though I won't be here, Brad will be more than capable of keeping the crazed murderers from attacking you. I'm so glad you're here. You can cook for him. The poor man has no idea how to even microwave something without burning down the house. Oh, there's my ride!"

And she was gone in a flurry of pink fluffiness.

I stood looking across the living room at Brad, who was sitting casually on the couch. I wanted to crawl between his legs, pull out his cock, and run my tongue over its head, watching the shaft harden for me. 

I resisted that impulse. I wanted to sit on the opposite end of the couch, take off both of our shirts, and spoon him against me. I could picture my legs wrapped around his waist, feel the smooth skin of his back against my stiff nipples, imagine the exquisite pressure of my tits squeezed between us. I wanted to run my hands over his full chest, down his firmish abs, dip my fingers inside the waistband of his jeans...

I resisted that impulse, too. And the one that told me to go upstairs, get on all fours, and wait for him to find me. 

He was looking at me questioningly, seemingly innocent to all the pictures rushing through my head.

"You can sit down," he said. The tiniest sexual invitation permeated his voice. 

"Look," I said. "I can't keep doing this. I love Jeff. You love Diane. I feel so good with you, but Jeff is amazing, too."

Brad's stare became firmer. "Why don't you take off that overshirt?"

I flushed. "Brad, did you understand what I meant?"

He got up and came towards me. The testosterone flowed off him in waves as he gripped my arm firmly. I shrieked and tried to back away even as a stab of excitement went through me. His voice held the sound of whips. "Quit squirming. I'm not going to fuck you right here on the damn stairs. Not that you wouldn't like that. Now maybe you don't want me to touch your tits right now, or at least you're going to say that you don't. It's obvious you want me to touch them, to squeeze them. Just look at how your nipples are poking out, begging for my mouth."

I blushed and started to protest.

"You said you didn't want me to do it, and I'll listen, but I'm going to look at them all I want. You've got on a cami under that shirt anyway. Don't be such a damn prude. Just yesterday you were grinding your cunt against me in a bathroom stall because you want me so much." 

He ripped my shirt down the middle, drinking in the view of my cleavage thirstily. He plundered me with his eyes, and it left me breathless. I wasn't wearing a bra, only the white camisole, and I knew he could see the dark circles of my areolas through the fabric. I shrugged the remains of my shirt off and attempted to maintain some dignity.

"That's better," he finally breathed. "I'm going to look at your body as much as I want to, and when I tell you to do something simple like take off your damn shirt, you're going to do it or you can get the hell out of my house. As long as you're under my roof, you'll obey my rules."

I shivered, feeling a piercing need to press against him, but I resisted. "Yes, daddy." My voice was breathy.

His smile was flinty as he stepped closer to me. "That's better, baby. Don't you forget to obey your daddy."

Abruptly, he grabbed my wrists with one hand and pinioned them above my head forcefully. He pressed the length of his body against mine. His hardening cock was buried in my stomach, and despite my best efforts, I moaned and pressed against him invitingly.

His breathing became ragged. "Such a little whore," he breathed. Then he regained himself and stared down at me with icy eyes. "Don't ever call me Brad again when we're alone together, you little slut." 

He ground his cock into my stomach to punctuate his remark, and it embarrassingly brought me to the brink of orgasm. "Yes, Daddy," I said, but I could tell by the look in his eyes that he knew I wasn't just agreeing with his order. He released me and resumed his spot on the couch as if nothing had happened. I stood breathless on the stairs.

His tone was reasonable and friendly when he spoke again, like he had no memory of tearing my shirt from my body. "Sweetheart, why don't you come in here and let daddy look at your tits during the commercial break." He might as well have been asking me to show him my report card.

I went over and sat down on the floor in front of him while he stared at my cleavage. 

"Shake them for me, hon."

I knew I was blushing furiously as I halfheartedly wiggled my shoulders.

"You can do better than that. Shake them like you want me to notice them bouncing around. Shake them like you did that day my son was finger-fucking you in the back seat of my van."

My blush deepened, but I did my best. They were confined by the fabric of the camisole, but as I shook them harder, I knew that sometimes he got a peek of my nipples.

"Yeah," he said. "That's real nice. You've got them bouncing around so hard. It reminds me of the first time I fucked you. Do you remember, baby?"

"Mmm," I moaned.

"Good. Now my show's back on, so you can entertain yourself however you want." His attention drifted for a moment and I started to relax, but then he turned back to me. "Any way that doesn't involve fucking yourself with anything besides my dick or my fingers."

Actually, I hadn't been thinking about doing that until he suggested it. I swear, all of the desire I'd been feeling suddenly concentrated itself in my pussy, and I gasped with the power of it. 

He was smirking as he regarded me out of the corner of his eyes. Then he dramatically checked his watch. "Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry. I didn't notice the time. It's 8:30 and definitely time for sweet little girls to be in bed. I'll be up to tuck you in, don't worry."

I looked up at him with barely concealed desire. "Daddy, can I touch myself while I wait for you?"

He considered it. "You can play with your tits. Nothing else, honey."

I went upstairs with the distinct realization that one of my oldest fantasies was about to come true. I stepped out of the pants I was wearing and looked in the mirror for a moment. The camisole and the white cotton panties speckled with pink hearts that I was wearing were exactly what I would have worn to bed in high school. Something was different, though. I studied myself a moment before I remembered that I used to wear my hair in pigtails. I quickly braided my hair into two long ropes that fell past my shoulders. Then I climbed into bed and waited.

The linen sheets scraped against my skin maddeningly, and rubbing my tits gave me little satisfaction. It wasn't much longer before I heard his steps on the stairs.

He stood a moment in the doorway looking at me. Then he came to sit on the side of the bed. He lifted one of the braids and tugged gently.

"I love your hair like that." He used the end of the braid to tickle my throat, and I giggled and sat up, moving from under the covers so he could see what I was wearing.

His eyes flickered up and down my body. "Is my princess ready for a long, hard night's sleep?" 

"Yes, daddy." I sank back below the sheets.

He grasped the part of the sheets closest to my chin and lifted as if he were really going to tuck me in. Then he paused.

"Baby, your nipples are still so hard."

"I know, daddy. I couldn't help it."

He looked at me sternly. He moved his hand under the covers, and my whole body tensed. He rested his hand on my belly for a moment as he looked into my face. Then he moved it lower, pushing it inside the waistband of my panties. I moaned in anticipation.

"Are you nice and wet for me, princess?" he asked. 

"Yes, daddy, so wet."

He pressed his middle finger against my clit and rubbed. I jerked under the rotation of his finger. I pressed my hips up so that his finger lodged in the slick opening of my pussy. Then I came.

"That's my girl, cum for daddy," he repeated over and over as he kept rubbing my clit. He randomly dipped his finger back into the spasming opening, setting off an endlessly recurring orgasm.

"I've wanted this for so long," I heard myself gasp. "Never stop, God, daddy, never stop."

"Shh," he crooned. "You don't want mommy to hear you." I came harder. It was what I used to imagine my father would say.

When I finally lay spent, he released me. "Damn, your dad was a lucky man," he said.

"Well... he wouldn't know that."

Brad raised an eyebrow. 

I sighed. "What you just did to me... that was my first sexual fantasy when I was younger. I never knew my father, but I used to imagine him doing all of that. I guess... I guess you're the closest thing I ever had to a father."

Brad stared at me for a moment. Then he pulled me into his arms. "Then I guess that I am one lucky man."

I nestled against him as he soothingly stroked my back. My eyes got heavier and I felt myself falling asleep on his chest. Dimly, I felt him pick me up and really tuck me in this time. 

I revived enough to murmur, "Stay with me daddy. It's dark in here and there are monsters under the bed."

He laughed softly. "Anything for you, baby." He crawled into bed beside me.



Something Borrowed Ch. 04



Chapter 4: Dominated

The clock on the nightstand told me that it was midnight when I woke to find hands massaging my tits. Completely disoriented, I moaned Jeff's name softly. The hands stopped. Then I remembered where I was.

"Oh God," I said. I sat up and clutched the sheets to me. "Brad, I'm sorry."

He didn't look very forgiving. He stubbornly grasped my tits again, handling them with unusual force. Then he let go and rolled me onto my stomach. I yelped.

"Now honey," he said. "I don't know how many times I've told you that you don't call daddy by his first name."

I realized with a distant thrill what he was about to do, a thrill that only increased when he draped my legs over his lap. "Oh, God, please don't."

But his hands were already rubbing my ass, enticing the blood to collect there so it would hurt more. He pulled the waistband of my panties until the fabric nestled between my cheeks. Then he smacked his hand down on the exposed skin. "Look at it jiggle," he commented. "Damn, I should have spanked you before this."

"Oh, daddy, I'll be a good girl, just don't spank me again!"

His hand smacked against me again, then again. I lost count of how many times I felt the swat of his hand. The stinging made me twist and writhe on his lap. The camisole I was wearing rode up until it wasn't covering anything at all.

"Your little twat is getting wet," he observed. "Now who is this Jeff you're fucking under my roof?"

"I... nobody," I protested, playing his game. "I didn't do it, daddy!"

"You let him squeeze your tits?"

"No!"

He pushed me onto the floor. He moved behind me just like he had the first time he fucked me. I wanted him to, but I couldn't stop thinking about Jeff and how I had promised myself to stop this crazy affair. I began to panic and I scrambled to get away from Brad. 

Brad caught the ends of my braids and pulled, jerking my head back. I couldn't move. He spanked me harder this time. "Damn it, you will show your father some respect," he growled as his hand came down on my tender flesh. 

I wriggled and squirmed, unable to escape the stinging hand or the hold he had on my braids. Then I didn't want to anymore. "Please," I gasped in time with his smacks. I wriggled back towards him, needing to feel him penetrate me.

"Please what?" His voice was like burning ice.

"I need you."

"Your little cunt is always going to scream for my cock. You couldn't even go without it for twenty-four hours today."

"Daddy," I moaned.

"You'll always be my little girl," he breathed, and then he sank his cock into my pussy. 

"That's so good." 

"You like having your daddy's cock buried in your pussy?"

"Yeah. Oh, God, yes."

He plunged into me again and again. Then he pulled out and dragged me back to the bed. He had jerked the rubber bands from the ends of my pigtails earlier, and now they were coming unraveled in soft waves that brushed my bare skin. I only had time to notice the sensation before Jeff's dad grabbed my ankles and pulled them roughly up to rest on his shoulders. 

"No one's ever fucked you as deep as I'm going to fuck you, baby," he promised.

Then he followed through. As soon as I thought he was as far in as I could take him, he pulled my legs farther onto his shoulders. He fucked me so deep and so hard that I thought he was going to press me through the bed into the floor. He watched me with grim pleasure as I writhed beneath him, helpless to the sensations he brought me. The knowledge of his power was written all over his face. It made me thrash even more desperately in the throes of pleasure.

"I could make you cum for hours," he said. "And every time I want to fuck you this week, I'm going to fuck you. It's going to feel so good, baby, when I treat you like my sex slave."

"Yeah, daddy, God, fuck me any time, I need your cock so bad."

Then he abandoned himself to his need, letting go of his self-control. He plunged into me so violently and my screams of pleasure only spurred him on. Finally, I felt his cum spurt into me. 

We both collapsed into a blissful silence. I was almost asleep again when he draped an arm over my waist. 

The look of gratified, exhausted desire on his face sent a shiver through me, and then I fell asleep.

The week went by so fast. I could never get enough of Brad inside me. After months of clandestine trysts where I had to hold back, the screaming orgasms Brad gave me were like heaven. I never knew when he was going to take me. One time he texted me during my college class and said I needed to meet him in the hall for a family emergency. We took care of that emergency in the broom closet for old time's sake. But both of us tried to be home as much as possible. Home, and also naked.

The day that Jeff and Diane were supposed to come home, I felt a mixture of relief and disappointment. Brad seemed to sense my mood. A smile spread across his face, one that told me he was up to something.

He got up and stretched, and I found myself staring at his body hungrily. Seeing it in the morning sunlight was a luxury I wouldn't be able to indulge in much longer.

"We're going to church," he said abruptly.

I blinked. "Church?"

"I think you have some things to confess, sweetheart. Lustful thoughts and actions."

"You're joking."

"No. I'm not." He pulled me from the bed, drinking in my nakedness with his eyes. He ran a hand over my stomach, coming tantalizingly close to my pussy. Then he stopped touching me. He gestured toward his wife's closet. "Get dressed. Wear something white. And short, but not too short."

When I came out in a white dress that seemed to match his description, the look on his face told me it was exactly what he wanted. It was gauzy and sleeveless and showed just a hint of cleavage, and the floaty hem came midway down my thighs. Wordlessly, he ushered me down to his car. When we had been on the road for five or ten minutes, I began to realize we weren't going anywhere in the city. We were on the highway, a relatively deserted highway that led to a smaller town.

"What kind of underwear are you wearing?" he asked.

I blushed. "A white lace g-string." 

"Did you put that on just for me, baby?" Brad liked g-strings better than thongs, which I found unusual, but I was always happy to humor him.

"Yes, daddy, just for you."

He glanced toward me. "Why don't you spread your legs so I can see how pretty your panties are."

"But daddy, what if someone sees?"

"It'll be our little secret."

I looked around and didn't see anyone behind us or coming towards us, so I twisted in my seat, hiked my skirt up a little, and spread my legs for him. He gave me the kind of assessing look that makes my whole body tingle.

"Those are very pretty, princess. Does it feel nice to show them to me?"

"Oh daddy, it makes me feel so strange." I blinked up at him with the face of an innocent angel.

"Why don't you put your hand inside them and rub down there. It will make you feel better."

My hand found my clit, and I gasped with false surprise. "OH! Daddy, that feels so good."

"Rub it, baby. Rub it for daddy."

I lost myself in the sensation of my fingers against my pussy. He watched from the corner of his eye, and it reminded me forcibly of the way he used to watch me with Jeff. 

"We're almost there, baby. Keep rubbing your little pussy for me. You look so pretty."

"Oh daddy, I feel funny again."

"It's okay sweetie. You're about to cum. It's going to feel good."

"Are you going to like it when I cum, daddy?"

"Yes, honey. I'm going to like it so much that I'm going to give you a present."

I came in a haze of white heat, moaning, "I'm cumming daddy, I'm cumming."

When I recovered, I realized he had pulled off into a clearing in the trees. We were in the middle of nowhere.

"Take off your panties, baby," he said. "Then come over here and sit on daddy's cock."

He reclined his seat a little, and when I straddled him, the sensation of his dick against my sensitive pussy sent shocks through my body.

I began slowly rotating my hips as I bounced up and down on him. He thrust up to meet my bounces, and the slap of our skin resounded through the van. 

"It's so good," I moaned.

"What is, baby?" His voice was strained.

"You inside me. Oh God, daddy, I want to ride your cock forever."

"But sweetie, I'm going to blow my load deep inside you. Then you'll have to get off of me and go tell the priest what a naughty girl you are."

I tensed on top of him, and sensing my coming climax, he thrust into me twice more before he came.

When I could breathe again, I giggled nervously. "What am I going to do now? My panties are ruined."

He looked at me with heat in his eyes. "You'll have to go into the church with no panties on. Add that to your list of things to confess."

Then he buttoned his fly, straightened his clothes, and got out of the car. I looked around in confusion only to discover that we had just been fucking in the secluded church parking lot.



Something Borrowed Ch. 05



The church was deserted. Brad ushered us into the dark confessional. The smooth wood gave off a soft, soothing scent. I nestled onto Brad's lap, and he held me against him. His palms traveled over my body in slow exploratory movements. 

Someone opened the window on the other side. I couldn't see who it was through the mesh.I sat up quickly and cleared my throat, feeling suddenly nervous. The guilt of what I had been doing crashed over me in waves as I realized that it might be actually helpful to confess. I had never actually confessed before, though, so I wasn't sure what to do.

"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned," I said. It was what they said in the movies. 

"Tell me your sins, my Daughter," he said. His voice was soothing. Brad's hands circled my body tantalizingly. When the priest said "Daughter," Brad nibbled my ear, making me gasp.

"I... I have sinned in thought and deed."

The priest didn't speak, so I continued. "I have been having lustful thoughts about a man who is not my husband."

"Tell me of these thoughts, Daughter."

"They are fantasies, Father. They possess me at the strangest times. Two weeks ago, I was driving home from school when I suddenly felt a strong desire for someone to touch me."

"I see. You must be very specific, Daughter. In what ways did you wish to be touched?"

My face was flushed now, partly from embarrassment and partly from arousal. Brad's breath was a soft ragged pant against my ear.

"I was wearing a low-cut blouse with spaghetti straps, Father, and I have large breasts. I was showing over half of my cleavage to anyone who wanted to look, and I wanted someone to touch my breasts."

"Touch them how?"

"I imagined that someone was hiding in the backseat of my car, and that when I started the engine and began driving, he would look over my shoulder and stare down my shirt. I wouldn't know he was there, but I wanted him to look at my half-naked breasts, Father." The angle of Brad's breath against my neck told me that he was currently fulfilling my fantasy, and a shiver went down my spine.

"Go on, Daughter."

"Yes, Father. I would turn onto a deserted road, and the stranger would tell me to take off my shirt. I would be frightened, but I would do it anyway." Brad's hands tugged at the straps of my dress. I wriggled against him to let him know how crazy he was making me.

"Then he would reach down and grab my breasts," I continued. Brad wrapped his hands around my tits and began to massage them. The soft strokes of his hands became harder as I talked, and my voice came out in a breathy murmur. "My nipples got so hard when I was imagining the way he would grab them. He would be so rough, pulling on my skin and twisting... OHHH!" Brad had just jerked my right nipple, and I couldn't restrain the cry.

"Are you in pain, Daughter?" The priest sounded concerned. 

"No, Father. I just realized I forgot to mention that when I imagined this stranger fondling my breasts, I also imagined that I begged him to twist them HARDER." Brad grasped my nipples in both hands, pulling and twisting so violently that my tits began slapping each other. The soft whisper of flesh on flesh reminded me of how it sounded when Brad fucked me, and I almost lost my train of thought. 

Apparently the priest couldn't hear the sounds. "What else did you imagine this man doing to you?"

I swallowed. "I imagined that he would reach between my legs and start fingering my clitoris." Brad's hand found my clit, and it was a struggle to continue. "I wasn't wearing any underwear, Father, and I knew that if he could get his hand between my legs he could just rub me until I came and I wouldn't be able to stop him. Oh Father, it would have felt so good, I never wanted him to stop." My legs were spread lewdly on either side of Brad's lap as he fingered me. I shuddered as I realized that this was the same position Jeff had put me in the first time I noticed Brad watching me. I had a sudden wish that the priest could see what a dirty girl I was being.

"You've stopped talking, Daughter. Is there more to this confession?"

Brad chuckled in my ear. "I wanted him to stop playing with my clit and start penetrating me with his fingers. I imagined that he would move to the front seat and shove his fingers into me." 

Brad positioned his fingers at the opening of my cunt, and I squeezed my eyes shut with expectation.

"Did you imagine this penetration would feel good, Daughter?"

Brad rammed his fingers home, and I almost screamed, "YES FATHER! GOD, YEEES!! SO GOOD!"

Orgasm overtook me with such force that I couldn't breathe. The strange situation I was in, being finger fucked by my father while a priest was inches away, made me so wet. I was helpless to tell Brad specifically what I wanted him to do to me, and I was completely in his power as I rode his plunging hand.

"Daughter," the priest said, "This fantasy sounds intense. What did you do to release the desire you aroused in yourself?"

"I pulled over and pleasured myself, Father. I sucked on my own breasts, and then I sank my own fingers inside myself. Oh Father, I know it was wrong, but it felt so good."

"You did this in public, Daughter? On the side of the road?"

"Father, I imagined that someone would drive past and see what I was doing. It made me feel even better."

Brad froze and then pulled me tight against him so I could feel how hard I had just made him. I shivered. I had to feel him inside me again.

"You must kneel at the altar and pray, Daughter," he said.

"Now, Father?" I asked. "But I haven't finished confessing."

His voice became rough. "You will, Daughter. But you must first atone for your lewd thoughts. Go to the altar and kneel."

I looked at Brad. In the dim light, I could see him smirking at me as he straightened my dress. I opened the door and went to the dimly lit altar. I knelt and rested my forehead on my hands, but all I could think of was how much I needed Brad's cock inside me.

A man in black stood in front of me. His face was obscured by the darkness, but when he spoke I realized it was the priest. "You have certainly been guilty of wanton thoughts, Daughter. I can smell the musk of your arousal even now as you confess them. You will atone for them."

His hands went to the fly of his black pants. As he unbuttoned them, my stomach lurched with a mad desire to touch any cock. His hardening dick bobbed inches from my face, and I looked up at it with longing. "Father," I moaned.

"Bare your breasts to me, Daughter," he said. "You have made them objects of lust to any man who sees you in that dress. Now you will experience the consequences."

With trembling fingers, I pulled the dress down to expose my tits. 

"Your nipples are hard, Daughter. Are you having lewd thoughts now?"

"Oh yes, Father," I said. 

"What are they?"

"I want you to touch them, Father."

He seated himself and beckoned me closer. Then he engulfed my tits in his large hands. It was heaven as he squeezed and pinched. 

"You are very responsive to my touch, Daughter. Much more responsive than most women who confess to me. You must atone for your promiscuous behavior." He released my tits. There was a quick glint of metal in his hands, and a sharp pain pierced my right nipple, then my left.

It was a pain that quickly translated itself into a spasm deep in my cunt when I realized the priest had applied nipple clamps to my breasts.

"Thank you, Father," I said. "I know I am full of sinful thoughts. Instead of chastising my wanton thoughts, you have only intensified them."

He grasped my tits again. The metal bit deeper into my breasts, and I screamed sharply, breathless with painful pleasure. "Daughter, I'm going to fuck these tits until The Spirit moves me to stop."

"Yes, Father," I moaned. 

He squeezed my tits together and held them so tightly that I didn't know how he was going to force his cock between them. The pressure of the head of his dick against the bottom of my cleavage made me squirm against him. He drove into them so hard that the head of his cock slapped the bottom of my chin. My tits shook with the impact as he forced his heavy dick between my breasts over and over, and the clamps bit harder into my nipples.

"Daughter, tell me why the juices of your arousal are dripping down your legs while I am using you in such a disgraceful way."

"You feel so good," I moaned. "Oh, Father, you feel so good. No one's ever fucked my tits so good before."

"You are a whore, Daughter. That's why it feels so good."

He abruptly released my tits and plunged his cock into my mouth. I was shocked for half a second before I responded to him, sucking him deep into my throat. I cupped his balls gently as I licked and sucked his cock. I ran my tongue underneath his prick and felt him shudder.

"Your mouth tells me that you are sorry for your sins, wayward Daughter. Now drink and be cleansed."

He shot his load into my throat, and I swallowed again and again. He pulled out in time to spray a rope of his cum across my tits, and then he was finished.

I felt his eyes devour my body. I knew what I must look like, half naked with his jizz glistening across my body. He sounded satisfied as he spoke. "Lick the rest of it up, Daughter, if you are truly repentant."

A wave of pleasurable humiliation went through me as I dipped a finger into his cum and then licked it off of my finger.

"You can get it off more efficiently than that," he commented.

I raised my breast to my lips and licked. A shiver went through my body, and then I sucked the tender flesh into my mouth. Then I moved my mouth to envelop the nipple. With the clamp still on, flicking my nipple with my tongue left me in a gasping pile on the floor.

"We may resume, Daughter," he said. "Return to the confessional."

With a shiver of anticipation, I returned to the dark booth.



Something Borrowed Ch. 06



Brad's hands were on me as soon as I entered the booth. "Holy fuck," he whispered as his palms grazed the nipple clamps. He muttered some other things, but I only caught a few words, mostly cursing.

He spun me around so that I was facing away from him again, and then he pulled me forcefully down onto his dick. It had never felt so hard inside me before, and he screwed me up and down like I was something for him to smash against his body. It felt so good that I couldn't make a sound.

The priest cleared his throat. "My Daughter, you appear to be short of breath. You are panting. It is important to keep your body in peak physical condition. After all, it is a Temple."

"Yes, Father," I managed to say. "Oh, YES. I will."

"Tell me of your deeds, daughter," he said. His voice was inviting, wise... he sounded exactly like a priest should, and I could barely believe he had just rammed his dick down my throat. Brad slowed his thrusts, murmuring in my ear, "Yes, daughter, tell him your sins."

"There are a lot of them," I said. It came out in a rush.

"Who are you fucking?" he asked.

I jumped. "Right now? No one! How could I be?"

His laughter was melodious and dark, but he didn't answer.

Brad chose that moment to wriggle inside me, and I stifled a moan. Instead I talked. "I... I've been fucking my father."

The priest was silent for a moment. "Please describe your transgressions, daughter."

My confession poured out of me like water. I told him everything, from my earliest exhibitionist fantasies to the furious fuck Brad and I had just had in the parking lot. The priest was completely silent during my monologue. Brad had stopped moving inside me, even though he gripped my breasts so tightly that tears unconsciously ran down my cheeks. I had never felt so horny in my life. Tension permeated the air.

When I wound down, the priest said simply, "Is that all of it, Daughter?"

I thought of Brad's hands on me and his cock nestled deep inside me. I couldn't confess the end of it. "Yes father," I said. "That is all."

Before the priest could respond, Brad growled a low growl that meant trouble. With a powerful lunge, he pressed me against the wall of the booth in front of me. My tits squeezed against the small window in the booth as Brad drove me against the wall with the force of his thrusting cock.

"You have lied, Daughter," the priest said calmly. Well, that was obvious. He was sitting there staring through the window at my tits, hearing Brad's grunts. He continued. "You have been fornicating in the House of God. You are letting someone fuck you this very moment. How long has he been inside you?"

I couldn't respond. 

The priest opened the door. Brad was still plowing into me, and I was completely in his power. Knowing that the priest was watching only made it hotter.

"Yes, my Son," the priest said. "You are doing God's work. This child is very wanton. She does not comprehend the evil of denying her very nature. You will have to fuck her deeper to reclaim her."

"Of course, Father," Brad said. 

"God," I said. "Yes! Deeper!"

"Shh, baby," Brad said. "Daddy's gonna fuck you real deep. You let me know if you like it."

"Fuck... yes... yes daddy... so good..."

The priest interrupted again. "Plant your seed in her, Son, that she may bear evidence of what has happened here today."

I froze, but Brad didn't. He fucked me harder, faster, as if driven to follow the priest's commands. I was afraid, superstitiously afraid despite the fact that I was on the pill. What if the priest's blessing caused the pill to stop working? What if I really did have Brad's child? I struggled underneath him.

He growled and pulled out of me, and then he gripped my arms so hard they hurt. I stared at him with wide eyes, my heart beating in my throat. He had never been so violent with me, so possessive. Something inside me was responding to him, even wrapping itself around the idea of carrying his child.

"You want it, baby," he said. "You've wanted it since you showed your body to me in the back of my van. I'm going to put it inside you, and you're going to fucking take it."

"No!" I was terrified. But part of me was hoping that he would force me.

"It is the order of the church, Daughter," the priest said soothingly. I noticed with alarm that he had his cock out, again.

"You're not a real priest," I said. "Leave me the fuck alone! Brad, please don't do this... please."

Brad picked me up in his arms and carried me to the altar, where he laid me down. I was muttering increasingly halfhearted protests.

He looked deep into my eyes and read the truth beneath my protestations. He reached down to stroke my face, to tuck a tendril of hair behind my ear. "I'm going to cum inside you," he finally said. "I'm going to fill you so full of my cum. And then you're gonna have our child." 

Brad pressed his cock against the entrance to my pussy, but he didn't press in. He was waiting for something.

"Go ahead, my Son," the priest said. His hand was wrapped around his own dick, and his eyes were growing glassy. "Take her."

Still Brad waited, looking hesitantly at me. Then I let go. "Yes," I said. It wasn't a moan or a gasp or a scream. It was a simple answer to the unasked question in his eyes.

He pulled my face up and crushed my lips under his. I pressed back against his kiss, meeting it with a passion of my own. I didn't remember ever kissing anyone like this. When I thought I was going to explode from the inside out, I pushed my hips forward and took his cock inside me. He growled into my mouth.

The friction of him inside me was so intense that I finally had to break the kiss so I could breathe. He dragged his lips down my neck, sucking fiercely at the delicate skin there. The stubble on his chin did things to me that I can't describe. The priest was murmuring incantations of some sort as Brad and I melted into each other.

"I'm gonna cum," Brad said. "I'm gonna cum inside you, baby."

"Oh Daddy, yes! Please, please Daddy, cum inside me!" Hot semen spurted into my womb, and it drove me over the top. I dug my nails into his back, pressing myself tight against him as I took everything I could. "Put your baby inside me Daddy, let me have it for you!" I gasped. He clutched me even closer to him, and we clung together until he was completely spent.

His breathing still came in long, loud pants when he whispered in my ear, and his hot breath moved tendrils of my hair. "Do you trust me?" 

I was surprised for a moment. "Yes," I said. Then he kissed me again.

When he released me, he turned to the priest. "Father, I'm not sure I was able to fully convert her."

My heart thudded in my chest. If Brad meant what I thought he meant...

The priest glided towards me, still clutching his dick. He was incredibly swollen, and I felt a shiver of anticipation as I realized that he was going to fuck me. But when I tore my eyes from his cock to look at his face, a shock of recognition went through me. He had Jeff's eyes. And Brad's eyes. Was he Brad's father? My whole body responded to the idea of surrendering to someone who was old enough to be my grandfather, who might in fact be my grandfather. 

He spoke. "Are you repentant, Daughter?"

"No," I said. He moved closer and grazed the lips of my pussy with the head of his heavily veined cock. He rubbed the spongy tip all over my pussy until I was gasping, breathless with need for him. Then he pulled away.

"We have a special cleansing ritual for the truly unrepentant. Come, Daughter. Receive your punishment for your lustful ways."

The room he led me to was dark and smelled faintly of incense. I stood uncertainly in the doorway while he lit the candles. When he turned to me, the heat and anticipation in his eyes were so fierce that I started to back out the door and run to Brad's waiting arms. 

Brad's voice came from behind me, and I jumped. "I leave her in your care, Father," he said. Brad closed the door, and I heard a key turn in the door. He left me alone with this sex-crazed pain-obsessed priest. As the priest approached me, I backed against the door, halfway hoping it would open.

Then the priests hands closed on my tortured breasts, reminding me that the clamps he had placed there were still biting into my skin. "What are you going to do to me, Father?" I asked.

His only answer was a velvety laugh that sent chills up my spine. 



Something Borrowed Something Blue



It was the day of Gabby's 18th birthday, she woke up like every morning to take her shower and go to school. She got undressed and stood in front of the mirror. "Horrible" she said to herself. Gabby was a tall girl but still chubby for her age and height, shoulder length dark red hair frames her face and make her blue eyes look even bluer. A few of the boys at school were attracted to her but mainly for her breasts, she was a 36 DD and she hated it.

Gabby frowned into the mirror and thought 'Why me?'

She finished her shower and her breakfast, and she left for school early, only she had other plans in mind.

Gabby had met Jamie online when she was 16 and they had had a pretty hot and heavy relationship over the computer and telephone for the past two years.

Jamie was a 29 year old lawyer from across the country. He had light brown hair and the most beautiful brown eyes Gabby had ever seen in her life.

She passed the school by and went across town to the airport. It was 9:am and Jamie was due in at 9:15, so she had perfect timing. She sat down and waited, watching every person walk though, wondering if they could be doing the same thing she was. She just sat there waiting, it seemed to be an eternity, when finally she saw him walking towards her. Gabby's stomach went straight to her throat. She was so nervous, she didn’t know what to do or say when he got there, she just stood there watching him come closer and closer. Finally he got to her, dropped his bags, took her in his arms, and kissed her. It was the deepest most passionate kiss she had ever received. It took her breath but only for a moment, it was as if she could feel herself falling.

Without saying a word she grabbed his hand and led him to the doors. There was deafening silence as she drove him to the Ocean Park Hotel. When they got there Gabby broke the silence and told Jamie to stay there while she went and picked up the room key.

She unlocked the door and Jamie asked her " Are you sure you want to do this?" Gabby just smiled and went on into the room.

The room had a large fireplace, larger sliding glass doors, and a beautiful view of the ocean. It had started pouring down rain and got quite chilly in the room. Jamie turned on the fireplace as Gabby took the blanket from the back of the chair and spread it on the floor.

Before she could sit down Jamie stepped up to her and looked into her eyes. He said "Just say stop anytime you get uncomfortable."

"Ok, I will." Her voice quivered.

"Alright," He said "What shall we do next?"

He noticed her nipples protruding through her thin sweater and he gently touched his lips to hers. She raised her arms around his neck, leaving him open to push his hands up under her sweater. His fingers were cold against her bare skin making goose bumps rise all over her body.

"Mmmm" she sighed as their kiss became more intense. Jamie was tugging her top off over her head, exposing her blue lace bra, his kisses trailed down her neck to the top of her breasts. Gabby took short panting breaths as Jamie found just the right spots. Falling to his knees, he continues to kiss down her stomach to her jeans, he looked up into her eyes one last time as if asking her permission to go forward. she nodded her head and he went back to work unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and began to blush.

"What's wrong sweetie?" he asked.

"I'm Not what you expected......I'm fat." she replied.

"No you aren't, you're perfect, and you look gorgeous." he comforted her.

Jamie sat back on his heels to look at her and he was speechless. He stood up and took off his shirt, Gabby let out a small "Uhhh" and she noticed for the first time how well his body was defined. The pecks, his abs, his arms, she thought ' Why is he interested in me?' She just stood there in her matching bra and panties, until at last Jamie put his arms around her, kissed her, and unfastened her bra with one hand. He dropped it off her shoulders and tossed it across the room, then he removed her panties.

He pressed himself against Gabby and she could feel his hard cock pressing into her lower stomach. She had never felt this way before, her knees were weak, her head in a tizzy, her pussy throbbing, she was loving it. She kissed down his neck, down his chest, pausing at one nipple and lightly biting it, she dragged her tongue down his flat stomach. He was playing with her hair as she got lower and lower. Gabby felt him shiver as she brushed her finger tips against his sides. She looked up only to find him looking down directly at her face. Jamie smiled as she fumbles with the button of his jeans. Gabby giggled as he had to give her a little help. She said " And here I was trying to be all sexy."

"You don’t have to try to hard." he replied.

She blushed a little and went back to concentrating on his pants, which he had already taken care of. All she had left to do was pull the things down. As she did just that his rock hard cock popped out right in her face.

Gabby closed her eyes and gripped his cock in her hand. She moved her hand slowly up and down on it and lightly touched her tongue to the very tip. Jamie managed to gasp an "Ooooo yeah" as Gabby plunged in, she wrapped her lips around his cock and started a wet sloppy blow job. He began taking short fast breaths as she worked on getting him off. Jamie panted and moaned and Gabby did it just right.

He could feel that he was about to explode in her warm mouth, "I'm going to cum baby!" he groaned "Where do you want it?"

With that she looked up into his eyes and started going faster. Dragging her tongue with every stroke of her mouth. He moaned loudly as he shot his hot cum into her mouth. His face went flush, he knelt down to face Gabby, his hands went wild over her body. He pushed his hand between her legs and rubbed his fingers around her hot pussy. She was soaking wet. Gabby started moving with the motion of his hand. Then Jamie Began to massage her clit, she moaned under her breath and laid back on the blanket. He put two fingers inside her, leaned forward, and lapped at her clit with the tip of his tongue.

"Oh God!" she whined "Don't stop!"

Jamie removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue. Gabby moved and moaned uncontrollably. She pushed her pussy up to his face, arched her back, and grabbed the blanket on both sides. She panted and whined, but it just made Jamie that much more determined. Her body tensed, her mouth flew open but no words came out, she began to shake, and finally the tension released and she came. Jamie licked her cum up then moved up to kiss her. She still had his taste in her mouth, and she could taste her own flavor on his tongue. 

They kissed for a few more moments and Gabby curled up in his arms and fell asleep. She stayed that way for about 20 minutes and Jamie just watched her sleep.

He wanted to memorize the way she looked, the way she would breath in and out, and even the way she smelled. She woke up to find him staring at her. "What are you doing?" she giggled.

"Oh, nothing." he said and he kissed her again. The more intense their kiss got the more his hands roamed over her body. Gabby rolled to her back and Jamie leaned over her. She said "I am a little nervous right now."

He asked "Why did I do something wrong? Do you want me to stop?"

"No, I don't want to stop, and no you didn't do anything wrong." she said.

"Well why are you nervous?" he asked her.

"Because I know I don't want this to be a one time kind of thing." she told him.

He said "Neither do I, nor do i intend on letting it be."

Gabby smiled and wrapped her arms around him, allowing him to wedge in between her knees. He put his lips against the soft skin of her cheek and gave her a few light kisses.

His cock had swollen again and he placed it at the opening of her pussy. Jamie whispered into her ear "Open your eyes, I want to see you."

Gabbys did just that as he began pushing his cock into her. She let out a moan of pain mixed with pleasure when he pushed through and popped her cherry. She hadn't told him that she was a virgin and she suspected that he may be mad at her, but he wasn't, instead he grinned and kept going.

It was an automatic reaction for her to wrap her legs around his waist. He took long slow strokes which made her moan "Oh God.....Yes!"

Jamie kissed her neck and continued pumping in and out of her. She breathed loudly and quickly, her moans louder and louder and more and more often. He started going faster and faster and as deep as he could, until finally she cried out "Mmmmmmm Jamie!"

Her face went flush, her nails dug into him. Jamie was still going, his breathing was fast and heavy, his muscles aching with the tension of his soon to come orgasm. He pulled out of her just in time to scream out loud and shoot his cum in a line up her stomach.

He collapsed on top of her and the two lay quivering in each other's arms. This time Jamie fell asleep and Gabby just held him tightly.

After a few minutes he woke up, put his clothes on, and called room service for something to drink. While he was up, Gabby went to the bathroom. She took her sweet time and made plans on what she would do when she came out. Room service came and went, and finally She walked out smiling at him. Jamie was sitting on the couch with a can of pop in his hand, she was standing in front of him naked with an evil grin. He stood up to go to her and sat the can on the table. Before he had time to move when she came to him and planted her lips on his.

Gabby rubbed the palm of her hand on the crotch of his jeans and before she knew it he was hard and ready to go again. She pushed one hand down his pants and grabbed hold of his cock, she began to take long slow strokes on it.

They broke the kiss to look at one another, he took her face in his hands and pulled it back to his.

Gabby could feel his quakes of pleasure. She took her hand out of his pants and removed his shirt, he took off his pants and stood to attention. They kissed again as he ran his hands down her sides, to her back, then down her bottom, and with one motion he lifted her up. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, he could feel her wetness on the insides of her legs. They stayed like that for a few minutes until he sat back on the couch with her on his lap.

Gabby put her forehead to his, and Jamie said "I love you so much."

She smiled really big and said "love you too."

He loved the way the words came out of her mouth, so, he told her again, and again she told him the same. 

She raised up slightly to let him position his cock. He put just the head in the entrance of her pussy, and she lowered herself onto him. Gabby gasped with slight pain and then paused to get used to the feeling. They stared into each other's eyes as she began to move up and down on him. Jamie said "Tell me what you're feeling."

She closed her eyes, continued the motion of her body and said "I feel like I am falling, but I'm not scared because i know you're there to catch me."

She could feel the sweat beginning to bead off his body beneath her. Gabby started rocking up and down on him faster and faster. A bolt of lightening struck outside the sliding doors and lit the room up, everything shook, Jamie couldn't tell if it was the thunder or if it was Gabby's shudders of ecstasy. Soon he was pushing up into her every time she would go down. He moved his hands about her and found her clit again with his thumb. It made Her go wild, she bucked against him, threw her head back, and screamed "Oh my God!" and "Please don't stop!"

Jamie could feel her muscles tensing and it made him want to cum badly. Gabby managed to burst out and say "I'm about to cum!" She looked into his eyes and he whispered "Me too." and pushed into her hard.

Her body tensed, her mouth flew open again only this time she could speak. As she came on his cock she moaned "Oh I love you Jamie!"

With that it sent him over the edge and he came inside her. Their cum mixed and dripped from her pussy onto him, and they stared breathlessly into one another's eyes.

Gabby glanced at the clock, it was 3 pm, and she realized it was time for her to go home. She called her mom to tell her she would be a little late. She kissed Jamie and said " I will try to come back tonight." He smiled and nodded his head.

He watched as she got dressed, she put her jeans on without her panties, then ran her fingers through her hair. She bent down and picked up the blue lace panties that she'd had on only a few hours before, said "Oops!" then tossed the to Jamie, still naked sitting on the couch.

Gabby gave him a wink and walked out the door. He folded the under garment neatly, walked to the bed and laid it on the pillow. He called for room service and ordered something to eat, then went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Gabby pulled into her drive way to find that practically everyone she knew was at her house. She walked in and everyone yelled "Surprise!" She was Happy to see everyone, and had fun while they were there.

He cousin Cody had been there too, he was the biggest stoner Gabby had ever known. Him and another of her cousins had been in her room playing video games, when Jaden, Gabby's 3 year old niece, found a marijuana pipe and took it to Gabby's mom. After an hour or so, all the people started clearing out and her mother confronted her about it. "Why was this found in your room?" she asked.

"Hummmm, my best guess would be that Cody left it in there." she replied.

Her mom was angry that she would pass the blame off on someone else. Her mom always blamed her for everything that went wrong. They argue often and finally Gabby decided to stand up to her mom.

Back at the hotel, Jamie had stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around himself, and just started eating. He flipped on the television and sat back on the couch with his food in his lap. He couldn't concentrate on anything other then Gabby. She had only been gone a couple hours and he already missed her immensely. He finished his dinner and walked to the glass doors. The storm was getting worse as he watched the waves crashing against the sand on the beach. After about 5 minutes there was a knock at the door. He Jamie pulled the towel around him tighter and opened the door.

Gabby was standing there drenched, carrying a backpack and a duffle bag crying her eyes out. She rushed in and said "I can't go back there, I want to go with you."

He quickly walked to her and without a word he kissed her with the same amount of passion he showed at the airport. Her knees went weak, their arms flailed off her clothes and he said "I thought you would never ask."

She leaned against the glass doors, as he kissed down her body, and began to vigorously flick her clit with the tip of his tongue. She ran her fingers through his hair and his fingers found her wet pussy. Again her knees buckled, he scooped her in his arms, and carried her to the bed.

They lay side by side facing each other. Jamie kissed her lips as he looked into her eyes, Gabby felt as if she could see into his soul.

When at last, hey rolled and Jamie was on top of her. She spread her legs wide, bent her knees, and brought them as close to her as she could.

He pushed his cock into her with one fast thrust. The lightening was striking fast, thunder rolling loudly, as he pounded in and out of her pussy. Gabby moaned and gave out cries of ecstasy "Ohhh God, Yes baby!" her breath short, fast, painting, and shuddery.

Jamie wickedly smiled and asked "Do you want this every night baby?"

She breathed "Uh huh."

He drove his cock deep into her, she began to tense, he could feel her pussy contracting, getting tighter on him. Gabby's nails dug into his back. He cried out "I love you Gabby!"

They looked into each other's eyes as they came together, and collapsed on the bed. They panted and they began to relax.

He asked her what had happened between her and her mom. She told him about them fighting, and how she was tired of being blamed for everything. He said "Well are you sure you want to move all the way across the country and away from all your family and friends?"

She said "I have never been more sure of anything in my life."

Gabby lay on her stomach and fell fast asleep. Her body was covered in a mist of perspiration, and when the lightening struck Jamie noticed how her skin glowed as he fell asleep next to her.

Gabby was awakened by the phone ringing. "Hello?" she said with her eyes still shut.

"Hey, Happy Birthday baby!" the voice blared. It was Jamie.

She opened her eyes and realized she had dreamed the whole thing.

"What's wrong you sound disappointed to hear me?" he asked.

"Oh no." She said. "Wait aren't you supposed to be at work?"

"Yes, but I'm not." he said.

"Where are you then?" she asked.

"I am waiting on you at the airport." he said enthusiastically.

"Really? So I finally get to meet you huh?" she asked.

He said "If you'll ever get her here o pick me up."

So they hung up, she took a shower and ate her breakfast, and left for the airport. When she got there, he saw her and gave her big hug and a kiss. They left for the Ocean Park Hotel, and laughed and flirted the whole way. Gabby went and got the room key, so they went into the room.

They kissed and cuddled for a few minutes when he said "I got you a present."

She said "Oh? What might that be?"

He handed her the most beautifully wrapped box. "Hummmmm" she said.

"Go on open it." he told her.

She carefully unwrapped the box, opened the lid, and looked at him with a smile. 

He said "I hope you like blue lace." 



Something Borrowed, Something Blue



This is the follow-up to 'Something Old, Something New', that readers may first wish to check out for plot and characterisation.

*

Having somehow managed to drag myself up from the bathroom tiles in the early hours, I awoke the following morning with the sun beating hard against the window, my head thumping and Lisa nowhere to be seen. Immediately my sadistic brain began to reassemble the previous night's tawdry antics, prompting me to burrow deep in the covers to hide my shame.

It was half an hour before I rose and only then because it was too lovely a day to waste in bed. Lisa and my 18-year-old cousin Emily were visible on the patio beneath the window, chatting away. Turning, I hovered at the bedroom door. Oh well, I had to face them sometime.

With the rest of the family busily engaged in preparations for the wedding, cooking and fetching to a grand marquee that had sprung up in the bottom field, just the three of us remained at the house. Glancing from Lisa to Emily for signs of malcontent, there appeared to be none, but little bonhomie either. The pair, it seemed, had cooked up a plan, confirmed when Lisa remarked: "Emily's taking me on a bike ride."

"I'm going to show her the lovely countryside," added Emily, with a sweet hangover-relieving smile.

"You look rough," observed Emily. "Maybe you should join us, help clear your head."

I glanced over at Lisa. Her face was not exactly full of enthusiasm.

"Gran has some bikes we can borrow and she's packed us a picnic and some drinks," gushed Emily. "Oh come on Gary, it'll be fun."

I looked once more to Lisa for validation. She retained a poker face. Yet with my sexy little cousin practically begging me to join them, how could I possibly refuse?

As it transpired, the girls' bikes were in better state of repair than granddad's old boneshaker which, when loaded with the cool box, went at a snail's pace. There was, however, one fringe benefit: a sumptuous rear view. From this angle and, purely on aesthetics, Lisa held sway, emphasised when, breaching an especially steep incline, she was forced to stand on the pedals to gain some momentum. Her tight shorts clung like a second skin as both cheeks chewed the light material. Damn I was going to miss that arse when the weekend was over. I wasn't however going to miss her attitude, illustrated when she turned and called: "Come on Gary, put some effort into it."

Lagging behind, I was regretful at having spent more time in the pub than the gym lately, a sad yet inevitable symptom of the break-up.

We cycled for 15 minutes before Emily stopped to take a drink from a water bottle, allowing me to saunter past. Now from this angle, Emily came into her own, sweat from the uphill exertions having coated her chest and glazed the tight white top. Bra-less, I observed, the outline of her crimson areolae on a pair of ripe tits was clearly visible. "Right, we'll head to the stream," directed Emily, breaking the spell.

The aquamarine stream lapped gently against the bank as we set down the blanket and unloaded the packed lunch of sandwiches, cheese slices, salad and crisps. There were also six sweet ciders, gratefully received now the hangover had abated. Having filled our stomachs and polished off two cans each, we settled back to absorb a few soothing rays.

* * *

When I came to a short while later, leaning up on my elbows, Lisa and Emily were sat at the water's edge, toes dangling. "Coming for a dip, Gary?" she called, glancing over, her shoulder, hair a golden, sun-trapped halo around a pretty young face.

"I've got no gear," I protested.

"That doesn't matter," the teenager replied, our eyes locking.

She giggled and I hesitated for a moment before grinning back. Fuelled by the cider and an urge to impress the pretty young thing, I dispensed with t-shirt and jeans, stripping down to my boxers. A few unwanted pounds around the middle, otherwise I was in reasonably good shape. Hurtling past the pair, as the bank gave way I grabbed my knees and bombed, surfacing with a corkscrew twist. Heated by the midday sun, the water was benign. Paddling back I circled at their feet, gazing up. "So come on then, who'll join me?"

Following my lead, Emily stood and wrenched clear her top, unashamedly exposing her breasts. Nipples resembling two thimbles sprouted from areolae the size and hue of a ripe tomato, set on a pair of firm, proud orbs. Not as large as I'd first adjudged, no more perhaps than a cup size above Lisa's, Emily's top heavy appearance came from having such an ultra-slim waist. It was so slender in fact that both sets of fingers could almost certainly touch.

Comfortable with her body, slowly and teasingly Emily unbuttoned the denim shorts, letting them fall to reveal a skimpy pair of white lace panties, little more than two inches of material covering her modesty, the faint outline of pussy visible beneath.

As I glided backwards to the centre of the stream, Emily lowered carefully from the edge, thighs submerged in the shallow. Propelling forward with a ripple, she eased in up to her middle. I gazed awestruck as the water lapped around her breasts, before she kicked forward, breaking into a crawl and splashing towards me. Treading water a few feet away, she smiled then plunged, shoulders and head submerged. Springing up with a gasp, wet hair sticking to her brow, she encircled before waving ashore, cajoling Lisa to join us. Lisa screwed up her face, saying simply: "Maybe later."

"Not later, now," my cousin entreated. "Oh come on Lisa, the water's gorgeous," she added, persuasive nature coming to the fore. "Don't be a chicken."

Lisa stood, giving the matter some thought as further words of encouragement rang out from the stream. Finally she hoisted up her t-shirt. Not as daring as the topless Emily, a cream half cup bra covered her slightly more modest assets. Full and firm nonetheless, the familiar areolae and nipples were a shade of brown to match her eyes. Those breasts and that wonderful arse had given me so much pleasure over the past decade that I was really going to miss them when all of this was over. "Come on," urged Emily, as my ex stood on the bank in her bra and skin tight shorts.

What happened next took us all completely by surprise. Tugging at the shorts, they slid down Lisa's angular thighs to reveal a cleanly trimmed bush bordering a luscious pair of pussy lips. Either she'd forgotten her lack of panties or the cider and the sun had loosened her inhibitions. Or maybe it was just from being away from the hubbub of London life and in the presence of the delightful young Emily. Either way it was a delightful sight that suddenly upped the ante. 'You're the chickens,' she retorted, flapping her elbows before quickly freeing her breasts and jumping in stark naked.

Down she went, disappearing in the blue, then up again with a flick of wet hair and a squeal that was half shock, half delight. "Chickens," she repeated, splashing towards me and disappearing once more beneath the surface.

I felt a sudden tug, falling backwards in the process, legs splaying. A flurry of crashing water and play fighting ensued before the wet boxers were downed, tugged off, hoisted clear and tossed aside, landing with a soggy splash on the bank. The cool water rushing around my testicles made for a strange yet liberating feeling, and soon any self-consciousness had drained.

With a grin Emily did likewise, reaching down to hoist off her panties and hurl them aside, before she was manhandled...or woman-handled: for Lisa was swimming menacingly towards the younger girl evidently with designs on her underwear. Emily squealed with pleasure as the water caressed her inner thighs. Treading water, her shapely breasts bobbled at the surface, eliciting lust-fuelled thoughts in both bathing buddies.

As we splashed each other like excited kids, a sheet of water exploded on Emily. The younger girl screamed, administering instant retaliating as her arms sliced the surface and coated Lisa. The older girl hit back and soon the two were play-fighting, water spraying everywhere. I watched as Lisa fell backwards with a shriek as, holding on to her shoulders, Emily tried to dunk her. To and fro they went, each trying to submerge the other, a volley of frenzied cries filling the air. Occasionally I received a splash, but I was little more than a bystander. And that suited me just fine, given that there were tits and arse cheeks all over the place. Fuck me, these two looked good together. "Ooh you bitch," squealed Lisa as a backhand caught her across the left breast.

Reaching out, she clamped her fingers around Emily's right nipple, twisting with relish. Emily yelped and made a grab for Lisa's hair, splashing violently as each battled for supremacy. As Lisa toppled forward, Emily sank her teeth into Lisa's left bum cheek. Some choice expletives echoed over the stream as Lisa backed off.

Emily gave a triumphant cry, hands raised above her head. Yet the victory was short-lived as Lisa dived to deploy a stealthy underwater riposte. Suddenly Emily shrieked as her legs were taken away, Lisa's head emerging between her legs. As Lisa flung the younger girl's around like a rag doll on a bucking bronco, Emily shrieked, begging my assistance. I shook my head with a teasing smile. Lisa continued to shake and finally they parted company, Emily somersaulting and landing in a painful sounding belly flop.

Not done with yet, my feisty young cousin regrouped and I looked on as Lisa toppled backwards, her assailant grappling with a calf, marked by a flurry of furious underwater splashing. Both girls surfaced, treading water and shooting daggers as they prowled like cats about to pounce. Emily made a grab but Lisa was too fast, locking the younger girl's arm behind her back. "You dirty tramp," mouthed Lisa, taking a grab at Emily's hair and forcing back her head.

Arms crashed against the water, the two bodies locked together and submerging once more. Gone for two, maybe three seconds, the water remained still and blue, until finally the surface erupted. Emily had managed to free herself and looked mad as hell, dabbing a finger at a scratch beneath her eye. "You dirty whore," she spat, "I'm gonna get you for that."

"Come on then, bitch," gestured Lisa. "You want a piece of me?"

At that moment I thought it best to intervene, swimming over to place my body between the pair as a barrier. Hands tried desperately to breach my defence, their sharp talons snagging my skin. "Ouch," I cried. "I think it's time you two kissed and made up."

Both retained a neutral face, seemingly happy to slug it out, and I was going to need all my diplomacy skills. "Come on girls," I encouraged, met with a sneer from Lisa.

Eventually it was Emily that relented with a pretty pout. "Oh, okay," she consented. "Tell her I'm sorry."

I turned to Lisa but, before another word could be spoken, my suggestion of kissing and making up was taken a little too literally. I stood aghast as Emily reached for Lisa's neck, pulling the older girl's face towards hers, Lisa's head tilting to receive the teenager's lips.

Goodness knows what would have happened had a cloud the shape and size of Africa not settled overhead. Threatening to unload any moment, the temperature dropped markedly, prompting a rash of goose pimples and chattery teeth. Breaking away from the embrace, Emily said: "We better take shelter before we get soaked."

Lisa looked like she already was. Most uncharacteristic, in eight years together not once had there been the merest hint of a passion for other women. In fact, I could be forgiven for thinking she was as straight as they came, detesting those gratuitous lesbian scenes in the late night movies that I found such a turn-on. This was not the same uptight Lisa that had left London yesterday.

Cycling back apace to beat the rain, thankfully it was downhill this time, and we made it back inside the house just before the heavens opened. The other family members had gathered in the lounge for dinner, kept temporarily from their chores by the gathering storm. We offered to help that afternoon, but were summarily turned down and ordered to enjoy ourselves. If only. Needing something to occupy my time, I sought out a radio from granddad's study to listen to the test match.

The storm prevailed for an hour, after which a beautiful rainbow painted the sky. When the sun shone through once more, normal service was resumed, the others traipsing back down to the bottom field. Taking to the rain darkened patio, I listened to the cricket while Emily listened to music on her iPod and Lisa headed upstairs for a nap. Intent on teasing me to distraction, Emily was fully dressed now, her earlier loss of inhibition seemingly no more than a passing phase.

Another hour passing in silence, growing a little restless I headed down to offer my services, only to be brushed off once more. After a peaceful walk among the damp velveteen fields, I headed back to check upon Lisa. Hunched at the window of our room, she was oblivious to my entry. Immediately I noted the heavy breathing was, almost asthmatic. Then it struck me that our room overlooked the patio where Emily lay. Lisa couldn't have been caught more red handed unless it happened to be that particular time of the month. Naked from the waist down, two fingers were buried deep in her cunt, playing with her clit.

Still my presence went unnoticed. Grinning, I pressed my strong chest to her back, causing her to startle, quickly extracting her fingers, the unmistakeable escape of female musk clinging to the air beneath my nostrils. Down below, Emily had stripped to bra and panties. "Lovely, isn't she?" I whispered.

Lisa gave me that 'I don't know what you mean' look, trying desperately to figure a way out of the predicament. She went to move but I had her pinned up against the window. Alone on the patio, Emily absent-mindedly moved a hand inside her bra cup, thumb and forefinger rolling the erect teat. "Lovely, isn't she?" I repeated, louder.

Lisa wriggled, attempting to free my lock. "You want to fuck her, don't you Lisa?" I mouthed, moving in even closer, chin resting on her shoulder, bulge rubbing her arse. "You want those gorgeous tits in your mouth," I teased. "You want to lick her young snatch, don't you Lisa?"

"Nooooo," she protested, the fake denial merely adding to my arousal. "Gary, get off me," she added without conviction.

"Look at her, Lisa. Look what she's doing," I continued, teeth sinking teeth gently into her neck whilst grinding her backside with my ever-hardening cock. "Look how much she wants you, Lisa."

As Emily's other hand darted inside her panties, her sweet face contorted. Neither Lisa nor I could take our eyes away as the teenager's fingers eased inside that moistened pussy. The look on Emily's face caused my cock to reach its full potential, as hard as I'd been in many years. "Admit how much you want her, Lisa."

"No Gary," Lisa mouthed unconvincingly.

Down below on the patio, Emily's knuckles dug at the material of her panties as three fingers worked ever deeper into her pussy. "You know how much she wants YOU, Lisa," I exhaled in a gravel-like tone, hands stroking her stomach before coming to rest on her breasts.

Cupping and squeezing, hands dwarfing, I felt the nipples inflate to my touch. Pinching each prompted Lisa to gasp, reigniting some long forgotten passion. Never in all our years together had I been as aroused as this. There was so something incredibly kinky about 'sex-with-the-ex', whilst Emily was the icing on the cake. "Gary, please..." Lisa moaned.

Now what the hell did that mean? Gary – please fuck me? Or Gary – please leave me? Either way, I was too far gone to stop, and Lisa knew it. Finally submitting to her lust, she tugged at my shorts. At the same time I spread her legs, pushing down on her spine, bent forwards towards the windowsill. Her butt cheeks wiggled as she toyed with my cock, guiding it to her moistness. With a grunt, from behind I forced the shaft deep into her cunt, the tight wet tunnel enveloping the shaft, juices coating its length. I held there for a moment, savouring the feeling. Withdrawing with a slopping sound, my cock dripping, I slammed hard from the buttocks. Her cunt was so wet, I drilled her cervix.

Both turned on to the max by the sight of naughty little Emily busily pleasuring herself below and of this oh-so-naughty fuck, sadly it was over in moments. Plunging hard as I came, holding my cock in deep, I shot length after length of creamy cum into her womb. Lisa too shrieked with orgasmic pleasure, body jerking violently, the likes of which I'd not witnessed for at least five years, if at all.

Guiltily Lisa fled to the bathroom as I drew up my shorts and left in silence, one last lingering look down at Emily as she too came hard.

* * *

With Emily heading to her room shortly after, I had the patio to myself for the remainder of the afternoon, absorbed in the cricket, until the relatives returned from the bottom field for the day. As dusk started to pepper the sky, Granddad got a barbecue going, more reminiscences and embarrassing tales ring out like crossfire.

As the evening wore on, Lisa and Emily huddled in a corner, giggling and whispering secretively, a bottle of red despatched. It seemed they were plotting something. When Emily disappeared, followed shortly thereafter by Lisa, my suspicions were aroused further, confirmed when five more minutes passed without show. I headed for the stairs, heart pounding. Our room was empty, but it came as little surprise to hear a low, barely audible, sound coming from Emily's room. My brain formulated a wondrous image of the two writhing together on the bed, a salacious grin forming on my lips. Now – just ease the door a little, careful not to disturb.

Oh. It was bolted tight, causing my heart to plunge. Obviously this was a private party. "Lisa...Emily," I whispered at the keyhole, dropping to my knees.

Unfortunately the keyhole offered no portal into their private world and I turned away dejectedly, cursing my adverse luck. About to take to the stairs, all of a sudden a lightbulb moment occurred. Gently easing the handle on the next door along, I moved a chair to the adjoining door, copying what Emily and I had done the previous night, only in reverse. Caring not that I had been excluded, in fact it seemed much kinkier this way.

I wasn't to be disappointed. My ex-girlfriend had turned into a very naughty girl indeed, virtually overnight. Naked on the bed, the preliminaries dispensed with, she cupped Emily's right breast, feeding the erect nipple into her mouth. Head tossed back and moaning sensually, the younger girl's arm stretched out, a comb of tiny fingers raking through Lisa's curled brunette locks. They stayed like that for half a minute or so before Lisa eased back, an inch above Emily's nipple, cheeks churning, a globule of saliva slipping from her lips and clinging to the hard teat. Grinning, she clamped her mouth once more onto the fleshy orb as Emily arched like an Olympic gymnast.

As I looked down secretly, my cock twitched, but I dared not do anything about it, in case Jane or Paul or someone else came upstairs. I did wish I owned a camera phone though.

Slowly Lisa graduated to the other breast and, from the lustful look on Emily's face, it was as if the other girl had been sucking tit her whole life. Certainly it was a side to Lisa I'd never, ever imagined in my wildest dreams. Having worked Emily's left nipple frenziedly, Lisa licked all the way up the other girl's soft neck and over her chin, culminating in a passionate embrace. Emily's fingers scraped Lisa's scalp, their lips locked for a full minute before the two eased back, faces shocked. Neither could quite believe this was happening and nor could I.




Something Borrowed, Something Blue



Emily leaned in to stroke Lisa's hips then bum, before pushing the older girl onto her back, legs folded beneath. It was evident that, despite her tender years, Emily was in control. "What are you going to do to me," asked Lisa coyly, stroking her own stomach tenderly, waiting, anticipating.

"Open your pussy for me," the younger girl bayed and Lisa obeyed, fingers reaching to prise apart the slick pink labia.

Emily crouched, moving in on all fours like a stalking lioness. Tongue fully extended, she pushed her head between Lisa's legs to slurp the willing cunt from top to bottom. Barely stopping for air, Emily ate that delectable pussy, causing Lisa to squeal, groan, purr and bite her bottom lip. Despite her youth and innocent exterior, clearly Emily was no amateur when it came to pleasuring her fellow sex.

Adjusting positions, she willed Lisa to return the favour, parting her plump pussy lips with one hand, the other bringing Lisa's face urgently to the trimmed blonde strip. Tentative at first, soon the older girl was licking with relish, rolling her tongue back and forth over Emily's clit, belying her inexperience with women. Emily groaned, one hand toying with her own nipples, the other lightly spanking Lisa's dipping and rising bum.

This went on for a minute or two before, out of the blue, Emily pushed a fingertip into Lisa's tight puckered arsehole. Perched on my chair, I gazed in awe through the pane of rectangular glass, grimacing at the effect this would have on my ex. The older girl raised her head in a whimper, before plunging once more, moaning wantonly into the cunt she was feasting upon. In turn, Emily felt the chain of pleasure pass to her own body as her knuckle worked in and out of Lisa's tight arse, stretching the hole close to its limit. It was becoming ever harder to resist reaching for my rock hard cock.

Then all of a sudden, Emily glanced up and our eyes met. Realising I'd been rumbled, I appealed with my eyes for clemency. The finger that had been planted in Lisa's arse elevated to my cousin's lips in a shush motion, an almost evil grin settling upon her sweet young face. Knowing I was watching as she seduced my ex-girlfriend seemed to arouse her no end, ever more fervent moans filling the room. Replacing the digit in Lisa's knot, she worked and worked, twisting and turning, until finally it was buried. Leisurely she rotated the constricted digit as Lisa squealed in a hybrid of pain and pleasure, her groans muffled in her seductress' wet cunt.

I continued to watch as Lisa pulled the finger out, raised it and beckoned me in, evil intentions in mind. My eyes lit up as I watched her lean to Lisa and whisper. Lisa was so mesmerised by desire, she seemed willing to do anything for Emily. Dismounting the chair, I ambled through, cock like a flagpole, awaiting orders. "Fuck her in the arse," Emily instructed.

"Nooooo," Lisa protested, eyelashes fluttering. "Not my tight little bottie."

"YESSSS," insisted Emily.

Without further word, Lisa allowed my cock to poke at her quivering ring, as she in turn continued to slurp at Lisa's clit. Her butt hole resisted the first prod, a not unfamiliar occurrence. We'd never tried this at home without at least half a tub of lube, and even then it had been sheer hell achieving entry. Realising the hitch, dragging her pussy away from Lisa's urgent lips, Emily came around to join me.

Reaching down Emily rammed her thumb in hard, like pushing in a tack. The motion prompted a shrill scream from Lisa that even caused me to grimace. Her index finger worked beneath the thumb, slowly stretching as Lisa panted. At the same time Emily stroked the length of my cock, keeping it interested. Drawing me closer to her, my slut cousin kissed the tip. Tongue working the underside of the swollen purple head, her lips enveloped the tip, dispensing a pool of spittle.

Bent over the bed, Lisa inhaled hard until eventually her anal muscles relented. Thumb and forefinger holding open the hole Emily looked up in triumph, signalling at me to assume the position. As Emily's digits exited with a plop, I fired my cock in hard before it sealed over. Lisa screamed and screamed, until mercifully the noise was muted once more in Emily's wet cunt.

Emily held Lisa's face tight down there, the human equivalent of a pillow to bite, grinning lustfully my way as I worked the engorged tip deeper. So tight was Lisa it felt like my cock head was being strangled. But I stuck to the task, grinding hard, easing off, then grinding hard once more, until inch by inch the shaft burrowed inside her tight little arse. Lisa groaned as my heavy balls brushed her perineum, knowing the worst was over.

Holding onto her waist I drew back, arse muscles gripping and causing Lisa to suck in air hard before her face was buried once more in Emily's hot pussy. It needed half a dozen thrusts to gain a semblance of comfort for my throbbing manhood, but such was the effect it had on Lisa that her vibrating lips in turn pushed Emily to the edge. The younger girl came hard, shrieking and shuddering as she coated Lisa's face. The domino effect soon had me cumming hard, shooting a jet of soothing spunk into Lisa's bowels.

I came and came until my balls were emptied, pressed against Lisa. She begged me not to eject until my cock had shrunk back to everyday size, and I acceded to her wish. But even then she whimpered like a child with a belly ache as her arse was liberated. Falling back onto the bed, cunt lips held wide apart, she implored the pair of us to make her cum. Lisa and I exchanged wicked grins and a hot French kiss before diving in. Two eager tongues worked back and forth over Lisa's clit until her body quaked and she screamed. As she spurted, the pair of us drank the bounty hungrily.

Exhausted, we flopped down on the bed, sweat and bodily fluids running freely, until Emily led us to the shower. We soaped each other's curves and genitalia until it turned once more into a frenzied mass of limbs. Pushing me hard against the tiled wall, Emily was first on my cock, her lips and tongue eager. Grinning, Lisa dropped to her knees to join Emily, the head slipping from mouth to mouth as my orgasm ranged close. It was Lisa's mouth I was buried in when finally I did come, expecting her to toss me off into the plughole. Instead, she held her mouth clamped around the thick head, letting the warm seed pump over and over her tongue and deep into her throat. Swallowing hungrily, she issued a look of acknowledgement for a long-awaited first.

"I think we'd better get back before we're missed," grinned Emily, finally breaking up the party.

* * *

After that night, as you can imagine, the wedding itself proved somewhat of an anti-climax. Still, Lisa and I are very much looking forward to the next wedding – our own.



Something Borrowed, Something Blue



Many thanks to CopyCarver who took the time to correct the original and make some extremely helpful suggestions. I am very grateful, thank you.

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I was standing at the altar, wearing my old tracksuit bottoms, a paint spattered tee shirt and slippers. As I gazed down in horror, I heard the bells begin their insistent ringing, the noise growing louder by the minute.

It was the phone. I awoke from my nightmare and groped in the darkness for the handset, my heart hammering as I glanced at the bedside clock.

'Ella?'

'Susie? What's the matter?'

'Ella, I'm sorry. I feel so ill.'

I sank back onto the pillows and sighed. 'I take it you're not coming, then?'

'I've been sick all night. I haven't slept at all.'

'OK,' I soothed, realising my best friend did sound poorly. 'Stay where you are and don't worry. We can go another time.'

'I know today was important for you. I'm so sorry.'

'Look, stop saying sorry. It's only a shopping trip. It would be different if it was my wedding day and my chief bridesmaid didn't show up!'

I heard Susie laugh softly and after making sure she would get some sleep, I rang off. Now I faced a dilemma. What should I do? Carry on with my planned day in France on my own? Or stay here and spend the day worrying about my forthcoming nuptials?

Three hours later, as I steered my car onto the Euroshuttle at Folkestone, I experienced a thrill of anticipation. I was alone, out on a day of adventure, and any fears and anxieties were left well behind. I would stock up my car with all the alcohol it could hold, have a long leisurely lunch somewhere and head back relaxed and happy.

In a month's time, I would be standing at the altar for real and all the preparations would be over. Cutting the engine, I glanced down at the wedding magazine on the passenger seat. The new edition was out and I'd bought a copy along with my breakfast sandwich and coffee. Despite my earlier euphoria, the sight of the beautiful bride on the front cover made my stomach flip with anxiety. I remembered the last conversation I had with Steve, my fiancé. I had tried to talk to him about the colour of the flowers for the church and his reaction was not what I had anticipated.

'For heaven's sake, Ella! Can't you discuss this with your mother?'

I had excused his outburst by blaming work but secretly I wondered whether the tension was getting to him, too.

I sighed and opened my sandwich. Today was to be a treat and I was looking forward to an indulgent French lunch with a delicious dessert to follow. I had been dieting, like any bride, and my figure was just about how I wanted it to be, slim yet curvy. I imagined my journey down the aisle, my long brown hair loosely falling in soft curls over my ivory wedding dress, my make-up minimal, just enough to accentuate my dark eyes and creamy skin.

I was fiddling with the rigid plastic container when a voice in my ear made me jump. 'I hope you don't mind me asking, but have you travelled on here before?'

I stared at the man at my window. Warm brown eyes stared back and I smiled.'Um, yes, lots of times. Why?'

'Is Cite Europe far away?'

'No, it's about five minutes.'

His face visibly relaxed. 'I've been sent on a bloody wild goose chase and I thought it was miles away.'

I laughed at his relief. 'I'm going shopping there as well. You can follow me if you want.' 

'I might just do that! Thanks.' He grinned and I felt my stomach flip over again, but this time with excitement.

As he strolled back to the car in front of mine, I appreciated the view. Dressed smartly but casually, his jacket fitted snugly over broad shoulders, with dark brown hair cut short. I wondered why he was travelling to France. He didn't seem to fit into the day-tripper category but if he was going to Cite Europe, I would certainly notice him again.

The journey passed quickly and I tried not to feel inferior after reading the feature on weddings of the rich and famous. Our celebration was on a strict budget and that was the reason why I was going to France to buy all the wine, beer and champagne we needed. 

I suppose the best idea would have been to take Steve with me but when I asked him, he used every excuse he could think of not to go.

'It's work,' he said, finally. 'You know how busy I am at the moment. Why not ask Susie to go with you? Make a day of it?'

So my best friend and I had planned a long day of shopping and gossip and I was hoping to confide in her about my doubts and fears. After the shop, we were going to head inland and find a restaurant for an evening meal. I imagined a small cosy hotel, a long gossipy dinner and then the late train home.

However, despite the change of plans, I found I was enjoying myself. The sensation of freedom was wonderful after months of preparation and I realised I hadn't been anywhere on my own like this for ages. 

As France appeared in the train windows, I saw my companion get out of his car. He made his way towards me and I felt my stomach contract with excitement once again.

'You know that offer? Were you serious?'

'Yes, of course. Just follow me to the car park and it's easy from there.'

'I'm really grateful.' He squatted down and rested his hands on the door. 'I'm Dan by the way.'

'Well it's nice to meet you, Dan. I'm Ella.'

'Can I buy you a coffee to say thanks?'

I hesitated. As much as I found him attractive, I was a bit wary about having coffee with a complete stranger.

'Um, I have so much to do...'

'Please? Just one coffee?'

I laughed and agreed. He was so attractive and I felt myself grow warm at the thought of what he would be like in bed. I imagined those strong hands on my back as I slid onto him, the look on his face as he climaxed inside me.

Just recently, sex with Steve was almost non-existent. The wedding plans had taken over our lives; with him working so hard, he was tired and irritable when we did meet. It didn't help that we still lived apart but I hoped that after the wedding, on our honeymoon, we could regain that sparkle that used to light up our sex life.

I drove off the train and Dan slowed to let me pass. I found myself distracted by the sight of him in my rear view mirror and was relieved when we reached the huge car park of Cite Europe and I could turn off the ignition.

'See? It's easy, isn't it?' I laughed as he walked towards me, a sexy smile on his face.

'I'd never have found it,' he joked. 'All the road signs were in French!'

Minutes later, seated in a small café, Dan explained the reason for his trip. 'I'm Best Man for a friend. He's been looking everywhere for a particular champagne and this is his last chance.'

'Why is it so special?'

'Oh, it was the champagne he drank with his fiancée when they first met. Fond memories, I suppose.' He laughed and I liked how his eyes crinkled at the sides.

I sighed. 'That's so romantic. I wish my fiancé was like that.'

Dan looked at me in surprise. 'You're getting married, too?'

'Yes. This was supposed to have been a day's shopping with my bridesmaid, but she's ill. I didn't have another free day so I decided to come on my own. It's been fun.'

'I agree.' Dan looked at me for slightly longer than necessary and I blushed under his gaze. There seemed to be an instant attraction between us and I had a sudden mental image of us in a French hotel room, the sheets entwined about our naked bodies as he brought me to an intense orgasm.

'So what about you? Are you married? Or attached?'

Dan shook his head. 'No. I was with someone for a few years but we drifted apart. She was into her career and we hardly saw each other.'

He paused, his face becoming serious and I wondered if he had really loved her. Glancing at my watch, I drank the last of my coffee and stood up. 'It's been great, but I must get on and do my shopping. I hope you find what you're looking for.'

Dan took my hand and squeezed it. 'I think I already have, Ella.'

I blushed again and after saying goodbye, made my way to the large supermarket on the first floor. I felt unsettled after my coffee with Dan and I couldn't get the images of us together out of my mind. Why was I behaving like this with only a month to go to my wedding? Fantasising about making love to a stranger was hardly the accepted practice of a bride-to-be.

I wandered aimlessly up and down the aisles of the hypermarket, unable to concentrate on what I needed. All I wanted to think about was Dan and the way his hair fell over his eyes, his warm smile, and his hard body pressed up against mine as I moaned his name.

Deciding to call Steve I dialled his work number. In front of me was a large selection of beers and lagers and I didn't have any idea of what he wanted me to buy. Maybe talking to him would make me snap out of this dreamy mood and I waited and waited until I heard Mandy, the girl who worked on reception, answer.

'I'm sorry, Ella, he called in sick today, but you could try him at home.'

That was strange, I thought. He seemed fine last night when I called to say hello and he didn't mention anything about feeling ill.

I heard the answer phone click on for his home phone and then his deep tones as he asked me to leave a message.

'Damn!' I muttered and resorted to calling his mobile, which to my dismay also clicked onto voicemail.

I began to worry now. It was unusual for Steve not to answer at least one of his phones and I wondered if he was too ill to get out of bed. Trying not to panic I decided to leave the beer until later and made an effort to think about which wines we needed and how much champagne. 

My trolley was full when I rounded the end of the aisle and came face to face with Dan. 

'Oh hi,' I said, my heartbeat increasing. 'Did you get your champagne?'

'Yep, all done. I found it in a little shop downstairs. How about you? Doing OK?'

'No, not really,' I said, explaining how I was worried about Steve and my lack of knowledge with beer.

'He's probably asleep, Ella. Don't worry. Call him later.'

'It's just so unlike him.'

Dan thought for a minute and then suggested he help me select the beer. 'I'm a pretty average bloke. I'm sure whatever I choose will be fine.'

I agreed and soon his trolley was stacked with my beer and we made our way to the checkout. 'Look, I'm so grateful, Dan. I think we've both helped each other out today.'

'I agree, Ella. Why don't we have lunch together? A mutual thank you?' He grinned and I couldn't help but smile back. However, thoughts of Steve filled my mind and I knew that I couldn't relax while I was so worried.

'Let me try and contact my fiancé again and then I'll think about it, OK?'

Dan shrugged and started to hoist the heavy boxes of wine onto the conveyor belt. 'Why don't you ask a friend to go round and check?'

I looked at him in amazement. Why hadn't I thought of that?

I hastily dialled Susie's mobile number, hoping she had it next to her bed and heard her answer.

'Susie! How are you?'

She sounded surprised. 'Oh, I feel a bit better. Just a little tired.'

I explained about Steve and she agreed to go and check for me. 'But you'll owe me one!' she chuckled and I rang off, a surge of happiness shooting through me.

'Is lunch still on?' I asked and realised I was flirting. I had a sudden desire to relax and experience some fun. The year leading up to the wedding had been hard work and I wanted to live a little, if it was only for the afternoon. Perhaps Dan could be a last fling before I settled down to married life.

'I know of a little place not far away,' Dan said as we loaded the boxes of beer and wine into my car. 'It has a great menu apparently. What do you think?'

I agreed and after a short argument about who was to drive, I relaxed back into the leather seats of his smart Audi and gave myself up to the experience.

The restaurant turned out to be a small hotel and I tried to ignore the twist of desire that made my insides melt. Just the thought of us in a hotel room, spending the afternoon exploring one another's bodies, made me grow hot. My libido, buried for so long, seemed to take on a new lease of life and the images returned with renewed force.

We were taken to an intimate table tucked into an alcove and I wondered whether the waiter thought we were here on a romantic assignation. I found myself shaking slightly as I took the menu and tried my best to concentrate on the French descriptions.

'I'm impressed with your mastery of the language,' Dan teased and I laughed. He really was good company, funny, friendly and kind and I wished I had met him years ago. 

'So, how long to the wedding?'

'Not long enough,' I replied and explained how Steve had changed since we had decided to marry.

'Perhaps he's just worried,' Dan reassured. 'It's a big step to make.'

I agreed. I felt I wanted to tell Dan all about my worries but knew it wouldn't be fair. He was watching me as I studied the menu and I loved the warmth coursing through my body as I sensed his gaze on me. 

'How do you feel, Ella?'

I paused. He seemed to want to listen and I started to speak but the arrival of the waiter caused me to stop and concentrate on my choice of meal. All thoughts of food had gone and I ordered a simple chicken salad. A heavy meal was the last thing I wanted.

Wanted... I thought I wanted Steve, but now I wasn't so sure. How could it have come to this?

'Ella, I hope you don't mind me saying this, but you don't have that happy glow that brides are supposed to have. Is this more than just worry about Steve being ill?'

I fiddled with my napkin and sudden tears sprang to my eyes. His concern was palpable and I ached to confide in him. 'Yes, I think so, but it's too late to stop now. All the plans...' I trailed off and twisted the napkin into a tight spiral.

'It doesn't have to be. You need to be sure this is what you want.'

I sighed. 'I thought it was what I wanted. Now I just don't know.'

We gazed at each other and I felt as if some sort of understanding had passed between us. The tension was amazing as he reached for my hand and took it to his lips. His mouth was warm and dry and I closed my eyes as he kissed my palm, the sensation sending shivers down my spine.

The sudden ringing of my mobile made us both jump and I fumbled in my bag, willing it to be Susie with some good news.

'Ella? He's fine, OK. Stop worrying and enjoy your day.'

I smiled at Dan who grinned. 'Thanks so much Susie. What are you going to do now?'

'I'm going back to bed.' I heard her yawn and I breathed a sigh of relief. 'Just let me know when you get home, OK?'

I assured her I would and relaxed into my chair. The tension in me had disappeared but the growing ache in my pussy would have to be addressed soon.

'This is so good of you to listen to me like this.'

'It's no problem, Ella. But I need to do more than just listen to you. You know that, don't you?'

I nodded and looked down at my plate.

'I feel there's something between us, something difficult to explain. I understand what you're going through, but I'd never pressure you into doing anything you don't want to do.'

'I know, I know. Oh, Dan. This is so hard! I love Steve but I'm not sure of anything any more.'

He took my hand again and I shivered. I imagined his lips on my skin, his tongue exploring my wet softness, making me shudder with the need for him.

'I don't normally feel like this about someone I've just met, Ella. I can't explain why...'

'I know. I feel the same.'

The waiter arrived with our food and I looked down at the salad knowing I wouldn't be able to eat a thing.

'Let me see if they have a room, shall I? We can just go and talk and see what happens.'

I nodded and watched as he made his way to the small Reception desk, my insides churning with nerves and anticipation.

What on earth was I doing? I should stop this now, make my excuses and ask Dan to drive me back to Cite Europe. Get in my car and just drive home. But I knew I wouldn't. Some force was at work here and it was stronger than I realised. I wanted more than anything to go up to the room with Dan and make love with him until this ache had been satisfied.

He came back carrying a heavy hotel key. After an attempt to eat some of the food we had ordered we gave up. Dan took me by the arm and walked me up the stairs, my skin tingling as he touched me. I knew we were both nervous and I hoped that he was as understanding now as he had been all day. Neither of us said a word as he unlocked the door and ushered me inside.

The room was sweet and pretty and I gazed at the bed that dominated the room. It was so quiet and I went to look out of the window over the French countryside, my nerves making my mouth dry.

'Ella?'

I looked around at Dan as he stood by the edge of the bed, a look of longing in his eyes. 

'I need you.'

I turned to him and smiled, his eyes revealing his desire as he watched me. We met and our kisses were deep and tender, my body trembling as I felt him press closer to me, the warmth of his skin making me tingle with anticipation. He drew me towards him, our eyes locked and I shivered at the tenderness and affection I read in his expression. 

'You're so beautiful, Ella. Let me see you, please...'

I pulled my top over my head to reveal a white lacy bra, shuddering a little at the coolness of the room. He bent immediately and gently pulled back the material, licking all around my nipples as they stiffened immediately, so long had it been since they had had any attention. His lips were warm against my skin and I gasped as the cool air hit the trail of moisture. I closed my eyes and forgot about my wedding, the stress I had been experiencing and gave myself up to the sensations as Dan sucked and licked at the soft skin on my breasts.

I reached around and undid the clasp of my bra and my breasts spilled out of the silky material, making it easier for him to enjoy my aroused peaks. My hands felt their way to his head and I plunged my fingers into his hair, wanting him as close to me as I could get. He held one breast, his thumb rubbing the nipple rhythmically and I felt the sensation shoot downwards, the twist of desire making me gasp aloud.

I reached down and fumbled with his belt, needing so badly to take him in my hand. Dan stopped his kissing and helped me and then his hard cock was free. He groaned as I stroked up and down, his skin warm and hard beneath my fingers.

'Oh Ella, that feels so good.'

He came closer and I rubbed the tip of his penis against my skirt, loving the feel of his hardness and obvious arousal.

'I don't want this to stop,' I groaned as he undid my zip and let my clothes fall to the floor. His fingers found my waiting sex and gently pulled my panties to one side, stroking the soft inner folds as his mouth continued to work its magic on my breasts.

'You feel gorgeous, Ella,' he murmured as his lips teased my nipples, his tongue working in slow circles across my skin. I looked down at him and moaned, throwing my head back at the pleasure he was giving me, all thoughts of Steve gone completely

'Lie down for me,' he said and I obliged, relaxing back onto the bed as he removed his clothes. As he stood before me, I gazed at his hard body, his lightly tanned skin and broad chest with just a sprinkling of dark hairs. Leaning down and spreading my legs apart, he stroked my inner thighs, his teasing fingers brushing against my covered mound, and then gently removed my panties, which were damp from my own desire. The desperate need and yearning for him increased and I moaned as he bent his head, his lips making their way higher up my legs, moving ever closer to the folds of my sex. I squirmed as his mouth finally its way to my clitoris, his warm breath delicious on my damp mound. 




Something Borrowed, Something Blue



Sliding two fingers into my saturated pussy, he sucked on my swollen bud as my hips lifted off the bed and I pulled his head in closer to me. 

'Oh, Dan,' I moaned as his tongue delved deeper into me, his nose pushing against my clitoris, the sensations making me gasp with pleasure. 'Please...don't stop.'

I felt the orgasm building within me, my body tensing with pleasure as he plunged his fingers in and out of me. I looked down at his dark head between my legs, the sight of him there adding to the intensity of feeling and loving the feeling of his lips sucking on my swollen clitoris. I knew I was about to come and when I did, it was Dan's face in my mind, not Steve's.

As I came down from my high, he gently stroked me while I regained my breath, my heartbeat slowing as he leant over and kissed me, his mouth tasting of my juices. I gazed at him and felt his cock teasing my pussy lips, which were glistening with moisture from my intense arousal.

'I need you now, Ella,' he groaned, pushing the head of his cock against my wet opening. "I want you so much."

I moaned and he rubbed the head of his penis against my pussy lips, teasing me with his hardness, making me wait until he decided to enter me fully. I moaned and tried to pull him closer but he resisted, obviously enjoying the feeling of my wetness coating the tip of his cock. The feel of his velvety head was too much to bear and I begged him to thrust into me, wrapping my legs around his waist, drawing him in deeper, the need for him obliterating every other thought I had.

'Dan, please,' I cried and finally, he started to push himself into me, inch by inch. I groaned at the feeling he gave me as he filled me up, his thick hard cock fitting me perfectly. We hesitated a while, savouring the moment and then he started to thrust inside me while I rose to meet him, maintaining a perfect rhythm, our eyes locked on each other until I couldn't bear the intensity any longer.

I felt Dan thrust deeper and harder and I reached down to massage my clitoris, wanting us to come together, knowing that this afternoon would be all the more special if we experienced that high at the same time.

"Tell me when," I moaned as he pumped his cock into me harder and faster, each thrust taking me nearer to my second orgasm, the feeling building inside me every second.

"Oh, Ella..." he groaned, his eyes closed, his face a picture of emotion as he hurtled towards his climax.

When it came it was sweeter than I could have imagined, our bodies slamming together in the final throes of climax as he cried out loud, his warm semen erupting inside me as he came. I shuddered and trembled too, sparks exploding in my head as I orgasmed more deeply with him inside me than I did the first time.

He stopped moving and held me tight in his arms as our breathing slowed. 'Oh, God, Ella. That was something.'

I nodded, too moved to speak, beset by a mixture of emotions as he lay in my arms. Guilt, ecstasy and pure happiness, but there was sadness there too as I realised that this afternoon would be all I would have with him.

We lay there for a long time, stroking each other, holding tight, our kisses and murmured words so sweet and tender. I didn't want this afternoon to end or face the reality of my journey home and the guilt that I would feel when I saw Steve again.

We made love again as the shadows outside deepened. This time it was slow and erotic as I kissed my way down Dan's smooth stomach, my hands gently caressing his cock, which was fully hard again. He moaned as I planted little kisses on his chest, his nipples and his belly. Following a trail of dark hairs, I felt him tense as I took the head of his penis in my mouth and wrapped my tongue around the small opening. 

My hands played with his hard balls and I felt him dig his fingers in my hair, his need obvious as I worked my way up and down his warm shaft. Using my lips, I covered every inch of him, trying to keep the sensation alive in my memory for the days ahead when I knew the yearning would be too much to bear.

I gently licked the length of his cock up and down before putting the tip of him in my mouth. Round and round my tongue went as I started to take him into me. I moved down and then stopped before continuing again, each time taking a little more into my mouth until eventually he was in deep as I sucked on him, tasting the pre-cum and knowing that he would soon come for me again. 

'I want to be inside you again, Ella,' he moaned and I lifted my head to look at him. He was gazing at me and I smiled as I sat up. 

'I want you, too.' I straddled him, rubbing the tip of his penis against my wet opening, teasing him as he had teased me. 

'You like that?' I asked smiling at him as his eyes lit up. 'You want me?'

In answer, he put his hands on my hips and guided me down onto his hardness, making me gasp in pleasure as I felt him fill me up. Together we moved slowly at first, our eyes locked, my nipples hard as I rubbed them, the sensations wonderful as we enjoyed our last moments of intimacy. 

Dan's hands remained on my hips as I rose up and down, feeling the delicious slide of his cock inside me as I rode him. Bending down I rested my hands on either side of his body and moved quicker, feeling the need build within me and hearing his breath quicken. 

'Oh, God, come for me, Ella,' he groaned and I sat back up and touched my clitoris as he thrust himself into me harder and deeper. I massaged my swollen bud knowing that I was so very near and when I saw his face twist in ecstasy I was right there with him, my cries joining his as we both achieved an intense orgasm.

I collapsed onto his chest and kissed him, silent tears running down my face, as I knew that the inevitable was near. He hugged me and together we stayed like that until we could delay it no longer.

'I must get back,' I said. 'I was supposed to be catching a later train but I should get back and see Steve.' The mention of his name sent a wave of guilt washing over me.

I sat on the edge of the bed, as Dan put his arms around me, kissing my back and drawing me closer to him.

'This afternoon has been great.' I sighed and turned around to face him. 'Why couldn't I have met you years ago?' 

Dan laughed and we hugged tightly. 

'What about the wedding? Are you going to go through with it?'

I shook my head. 'No. I'm going to talk to him, tell him what happened. Maybe separate for a while and see if we still need each other. Things have been wrong for too long. I should have seen the signs.'

After we showered and dressed, Dan dropped me back off at Cite Europe. We kissed again and held each other close, swapped email addresses and telephone numbers even though I had a feeling we would never see each other again. I felt so good, so wanted, and I knew I'd never want to change this afternoon. Dan was a way of seeing just what a mistake I was making.

'Hey, just call me from time to time. Let me know how you are. I'll be there...'

I looked at Dan and smiled. I would never forget him and just maybe, we could arrange to see each other in the future at discreet intervals. Just the thought made me grow warm again and I kissed him. 

'Well, you never know!'

The journey home was full of thoughts of Dan and the afternoon we had shared. I knew that in the days after our encounter, whenever I masturbated it would be Dan's face I would see in my mind, his voice I would cry out. My secret to carry with me for the rest of my life...

It was late when I finally arrived home and I drove straight over to Steve's house to see if he was any better. I had received no word from him and assumed that he was still ill but to salve my conscience I decided to go and see him and make sure he was getting better.

His house was situated in a quiet cul-de-sac and when I rounded the corner, I was surprised to see Susie's car parked in the drive. My heart started to beat faster as I imagined him worsening and calling Susie for help. No lights shone from the windows and for one truly terrible moment, I thought he was in hospital after Susie had called for an ambulance.

I parked the car and dug my keys out of my bag, my hands shaking with nerves and the emotional events of the day. If he were seriously ill, I would never forgive myself.

I opened the front door and listened. Soft music was playing upstairs and I heard a soft giggle accompanied by Steve's deeper laughter. 

My heart started hammering again and I took a step up the stairs as I heard low moans and Steve's voice. Trying to keep quiet, I mounted the stairs and held my breath as the master bedroom came into view.

I could see Steve thrusting hard into Susie who was on all fours in front of him. She was moaning as he pushed into her and his hands were clenched on her hips, her buttocks shaking with each of his movements.

For one moment, I stood and stared, almost enjoying the sight of my fiancé screwing my best friend. The woman who had helped me over the last year plan my wedding to the man who was now about to come inside her.

I knew Steve so well, knew the moment when he would thrust hard and deep and shoot his load, so I timed my arrival in the bedroom to perfection, and hoped that the shock would somehow temper their pleasure for years to come.

'Is this your way of making sure my fiancé is better?' I shouted at Susie who whipped around in shock at the sound of my voice.

Steve cried out and pulled his dripping cock out of my friend's pussy, his eyes wide in alarm at the sight of me standing there.

He seemed lost for words and I almost laughed at the sheer farce of it all. A classic situation but I felt only anger, disgust and betrayal.

'Why didn't you tell me? Why go through with this if you wanted her?'

Steve looked at me guiltily and then climbed off the bed to reach for his bathrobe, which was lying on the floor.

'Ella, let me explain...'

I didn't want to hear so I ran down the stairs, wanting to get the pair of them away from me as soon as I could. Steve followed and I rounded on him by the front door.

'I met someone today and I made love with him. Do you know that? He made me see what a mistake I was making and now, you've just confirmed it!'

He stood there dumbly, his hands hanging by his sides and I looked at him in disgust.

'You're not worth it,' I spat out and without even bothering to see whether Susie had followed him, I left, slamming the door behind me.

The tears flowed once I was in the car but I realised they weren't tears of sorrow, just anger and frustration. I had made a lucky escape and one man was responsible for saving me.

Dialling his number, I heard his warm familiar tones and breathed a sigh of relief.

'You know your friend's wedding? Do they want any extra champagne?'

*

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Something Borrowed, Something Blue



Holly looked at herself in the full length mirror one more time and bit her full bottom lip. Her fingers tangled and untangled in front of her, she lifted one hand to play with her red hair that cascaded in gentle ringlets at her bare, freckled shoulders then stopped herself. "Don't be so nervous dear," Her mom said coming up behind her smiling at her daughter in the mirror, "This is your special day." She gave Holly a small hug. Holly smiled back, knowing what her mom was saying was true, this was her wedding day her very own wedding day and she should enjoy it but looking at herself in the mirror, the white dress spotless and sparkling she still felt the butterflies threatening to exploded out of her corseted waist.

"How do I look?" Holly asked again, her voice trembling with nerves.

Tanya sighed loudly, "You look amazing, for the hundredth time," though truth be told Tanya had only said it a handful of times she was getting tired of telling her sister the same thing over and over. She knew Holly looked better than she did in her lemon yellow bridesmaid dress that clashed with her own short cropped red hair and felt a twinge of anger at the colour choice. 

"Richard is going to be blown away when he sees you," Joy added as she came out of the hotel room's bathroom smoothing the front of her own bridesmaid dress as she walked over to Tanya sitting on the bed. 

Their mom turned and looked at her other two daughters her eyes wet and threatening tears, "You are all so grown up," she said a smile spread across her face. She had been surprised when they had announced twins, even more so when it turned out she was having triplets "Now just to get you two married off," they all laughed at that the stress and tension of the day ebbing slightly. "I'm going downstairs to help get everyone seated I will be back up in an hour or so." She gave Holly one more kiss then speedily left the room tears streaming down her face.

"She'll have you hooked up by the time we cut the cake you know," Tanya said to Joy, "some lovely young man who she doesn't know but liked the look of." Tanya was in the clear, Brian had proposed to her only last month leaving her in the clear Joy was not so lucky.

Joy put her hands on either side of her slender waist, "Well, a one night stand wouldn't hurt at the moment." She looked at herself in the mirror that Holly was still stood in front of and hating the colour yellow as the minutes ticked by the only good thing was the way her long red hair was delicately braided and pinned up. "You know the last time I had sex was almost two months back."

"Poor you," Tanya mocked.

"Poor me indeed, what's wrong with a little cock now and then." Joy replied.

"Excuse me!" Holly said turning around suddenly and looking a little shocked, "This is my wedding day less gutter talk please." Her two sisters 'oohed' together in a high falsetto then laughed like the witches in Macbeth, "anyway it's a big cock you want not a little one," she said feeling a bit naughty saying it dressed in virginal white.

Joy flung herself on the bedstead Tanya moving off it just in time, "Big, little, medium as long as it is one or a close approximation of one I will be happy." She said staring up at the ceiling.

Holly smiled wearily then turned to look at herself in the mirror once more, Tanya could see Holly's brow knitting together, her teeth biting her bottom lip and her hands clasping and unclasping, "You really do need to calm down Hol' you're likely to black out before you get down stairs if you keep this up."

"I'll be fine, just wedding day nerves," if she could have a drink, maybe some Brandy, she thought, perhaps that would help settle my nerves. "I need a drink!" she said out loud.

"I bet we can go one better than that. Give her the present." Joy said, her eyes lighting up as she spoke a cheeky smile forming on her lips. Tanya walked over to the bags they had piled in the corner of the room and started to sift through them before stopping at her own little black suitcase which she unzipped and reached into. Tanya pulled out a small box roughly the size of shoe box wrapped in red paper and a white ribbon. "It's a little something from the two of us." Joy said sitting up on the end of the bed her feet tapping away on the floor with excitement. "Something old, something borrowed and something blue," Tanya and Joy exchanged a look and both laughed.

Holly was not delighted by the laugh her sisters were not unknown to be wicked to Holly. She was the last one out so the youngest always got picked on. "This better not be some sort of joke." Holly said cautiously as Tanya handed her the box before sitting down next to Joy. Holly undid the ribbon on the box, feeling a little bit of weight inside, for the moment her nerves had slipped now all she felt was apprehension. She tore the paper free and was not surprised to see it really was a shoe box, though an old one that suddenly made her blush. She looked at her sitting sisters their faces all big eyes and wide smiles. "Where..." her words trailed off as her eyes were drawn back to the shoe box. She lifted the lid already knowing what she was going to find. 

It had been a dare when they were sixteen and bored one Saturday afternoon while in the city centre. They had headed to the markets not really interested in buying anything but it was a bit more fun than the shopping centre. The market stalls were so tightly packed together that you could barely move in a row of three down any aisle, the first time they had been here was as little girls the fascination with the calls, the smells the people had stuck and they came here whenever they could. 

Just past the market the town turned to run down, shabby and cheap quickly, here you could find the dodgy pub where you could buy everything from a pint of bitter to the recent cinema blockbuster on a VHS tape. It was also home to the lower budget stores and one sex shop that had stood the test of time. All three girls had grown fascinated by the store as they grew up, the town evolved yet this one store remained the same, they had dared one another since they were twelve to go in but none of them had taken the dare, until today. "Bored," said Tanya, who at sixteen had the longest red hair out of the triplets reaching all the way to her lower back. 

They had followed the usual path, down through the market counting how many hands pinched their backsides and seeing who got the most that day. Joy had won hands down as she had actually got one groping hand on her breast as she passed one dishevelled old man. "What do you want to do then?" she asked as they walked aimlessly down the road. They sat down on the usual bench and in unison looked at the plain grimy, white and blue frame work and blacked out windows of the sex shop across the road. "How about you go in there and get a dildo?" Joy said, she had read about a dildo in a magazine she had gotten off one of her friends, it had sounded comical but also quite exciting making Dildo the word of her summer. 'You are such a dildo!' being one particular ribald that their mother had overheard with the resulting grounding lasting a week.

"You go first and I'll follow," Tanya replied, as she always did. Holly sighed and shook her head, "What's your problem?" Tanya asked.

"You are never going to go in there you know?" she responded sitting back on the wooden bench, as she spoke her eyes remained on the sex shops front door, opened but with beads hanging from the frame to the floor. "Not now, not ever because your all talk and no action."

Joy whistled and looked at Holly with a new found respect, Tanya on the other hand was less than impressed, and "You think you are better than me? Braver?" she asked her sister, Holly replied with a shrug, "okay wall flower, I dare you to go in there. You don't even need to buy anything just walk in spend one minute..."

"Three!" Joy added in quickly

Tanya nodded as she continued to speak, "three minutes and walk out, if you're braver than me."

Holly responded the only way she knew how, she stood up, looked both ways then crossed the road. She had spent years visualising walking across the road walking into the store and being kicked out that was the worst that could happen so why had they been so scared? She was at the beaded entrance quicker than she thought. Her brain had started to come to life, all the other possible outcomes firing up but not before her hand had moved the beading to one side and she stepped through before her mind made her flee.

After five minutes Joy and Tanya had started to worry, by eight minutes they were getting ready to call the police until Holly stepped out with a neatly folded brown box under one arm. She crossed the road in a hurry, her cheeks a deep crimson red and she panted for breath, "What happened?" Tanya asked taking control of the situation, she was the first one born and their mom looked to her as the responsible one, if anything had happened to Holly, Tanya would be in the firing line, "did someone..." she did not know how to finish the question.

Holly looked at her older sister dismayed, "God no," she grabbed the package under her arm and peeled back some of the brown paper.

"What did you buy a dildo?" Joy asked dismayed.

"No, the man said it was a bad idea, said this would be better," Holly replied, peeling back more of the paper. Tanya was wondering what man and what would better when she took her first glimpse at what Holly had brought, "A viberator," Holly said giddily, the adrenaline from the store visit leaving her light headed as it drained from her body. The plastic toys metallic blue shell catching the sunlight as it lay inside its plain black box. "I think we need to take this home." Their summer was over too quickly after that moment.

Now at twenty three Holly was looking down at the same blue viberator she had brought seven years ago, it sat in the shoe box they had all agreed to hide it in, her stomach flipped and she felt the blood rush to her head as the memories of that summer came back to her. "...sat in my wardrobe for a few years," Joy was speaking but Holly was only half listening, she looked up from the box shaking her head, Joy tutted and started again, "When I moved out I took it with me, I only got the idea to give it to you as a present last month, cannot believe I had it sat in my wardrobe for a few years going to waste." 

"I don't know what to say," Holly said, and the truth was she really did not know what to say or do it had hit her like a hammer.

"Well you could thank us afterwards," Tanya said standing up from the bed and taking the box off Holly.

"Afterwards?" Holly asked, Tanya looked at her sister and winked, "You are joking right? I am about to get married!"

Tanya shrugged, "You are nervous as hell, this will help you relax a little and besides, this will probably be the last time we are together like this." She reached into the box and took out the old viberator. It wasn't much a cheap model with only three variances in speed, slow, fast and pulse, the casing was remarkably well kept and two new batteries had brought it back from the dead. To prove the point Tanya switched it on. The old hum of their teenage years elicited forth, and all three smiled at the old familiar sound. 

Holly felt overly warm, the corset on the dress making it hard to breath, she could feel her sex tingling even though now was the worst time possible, yet her sisters paid no attention to her nervousness. Joy leaned back on the bedstead parting her legs slightly as Tanya knelt down next to her on the floor. Joy took hold of the hem of her dress and pulled it up in one motion lifting her bum slightly to make sure it was securely up. Her sheer stockings ended at her shapely thighs a pair of red knickers covering her sex. Tanya kissed one of Joy's stocking clad knees and moved the tip of the viberator across her ankle, up past her knee and along her bare thigh before letting the tip touch the centre of her red knickers at which point Joy let out a squeal her legs shaking and accidentally knocking Tanya back. "Just like the old days," Tanya tutted as she got back onto her knees lifting her own dress up so not to crease it on the floor.

Holly stared mesmerized at the scene before her, one sister leaning back on the bed sighing and moaning as her other sister toyed the humming viberator up and down the red knickers. It had been so long since all three of them had played together. Her excitement was building even as she tried to still it and calm it down, Holly was always trying to control the situation no matter what it was but this one was totally out of hand now. She opened her mouth to tell them to stop when Joy pulled her knickers to one side.

Joy's fiery bush was now exposed, her labia parted and damp with excitement, her breathing was already heavy and she moaned with expectation. Tanya did not hesitate and slipped the rounded tip of the viberator into her sister. Joy fell back on the bed arms above her head and let out a long moan as the viberator slipped easily into her. Tanya eased the viberator into Joy slowly before sliding it out and rubbing the slick plastic toy across her clitoris causing Joy's legs to spasm and for her to cry out in pleasure with little yips and gasps.

Holly thought she was going to explode her whole body was on fire the wedding dress was too heavy, too thick she could not get to any part of her own body to touch. Her freckled chest was a deep crimson above the sweet heart neckline of her white dress. "That's not fair," she said huskily, jealous that she was caged in her dress while her sisters were free to play. 

Tanya looked up at Holly, "Little sister want to play?" she asked mockingly. Joy sat up on her elbows, her face red and covered in a thin sheen of sweat she smiled at Holly and laughed wriggling her hips so that the viberator moved in and out with no help from Tanya. "Come down here."

Though the corset top of the wedding dress was constrictive the flowing material from hips to well beyond her toys allowed Holly to kneel down almost graceful before her sister parted legs. Her hands shook, partly with nerves and partly with excitement as she took hold of the viberator while it was still partway in Joy. Joy flopped back on the bed and lifted her hips slightly so that the viberator slipped further into her. Next to Holly, Tanya tugged at the zip just under her arm allowing the dress to part. She folded the top part over exposing her bra clad breasts, with a quick reach behind the bra fell away exposing her pale, ripe tits. Tanya reached up and cupped one tit, her index finger and thumb closing around one pink, hard nipple and squeezing it gently while her other hand slipped between her legs as she knelt. 

Joys hips had started to speed up and Holly reacted by switching the viberator up a gear, the blue casing now slick with her sisters juices. Holly pulled it free letting the blue shaft sit between Joy's wet labia and the head nudging at her clitoris as Joy moaned and gasped. With one final switch up in speed Joy gave out a shuddering groan, her legs kicked mindlessly and her buttocks lifted from the bedstead as her orgasm ignited. 

Tanya watched on, a smile creasing her cheeks as one hand toyed with her tits while the other slipped a finger inside her warm pussy her own hand speeding up as Joy orgasmed watching her sweet sister orgasm on their old friend for the first time in many years. Tanya caught herself and slowed down she was so close that it took a lot of will power to slide her hand out from under her dress, without thinking she proffered the wet finger to Holly, who without hesitation opened her full lips and sucked Tanya's juices clean off the manicured digit. "I think it's time the bride got her present in full." Tanya said before standing up.

Joy sat up and rolled off the bedstead, her legs still shaking from her orgasm, Holly was surprised to see that Joy had undone her own dress while she had been playing with her. Joy's tits were slightly larger than Tanya's though Joy's areola spread wider the dusky pink nipples were the same and just as hard and erect as Tanya's. Tanya leaned on the dressing table, slipping the dress of so that it bunched at her feet. Tanya's legs were clad in the same stockings as Joy's but her knickers were white and almost sheer, her red bush visible through the patterning and a damp patch just below that. Tanya opened her mouth to speak but Holly moved quickly turning from the bed to her leaning sister and burying her face into her knickers, making whatever Tanya was going to say into nothing more than a very loud gasp.

Holly buried her face deep into her sister's warmth, she could smell her deeply and her tongue found the taste of her on the gusset of her knickers. She felt a hand grab at her head, finger nails scraping across scalp as the fingers bunched and held her firmly in place. Holly lifted one hand sliding a finger under the gusset line, feeling the wetness there as she pulled it to one side. Holly's tongue was fast to find its mark, sliding between two puffy, wet lips and up to the erect point of Tanya's clitoris. Holly's chin was wet with juices as her finger slipped easily into Tanya, bending slightly to run across the ridged spot just inside.

Joy felt left out watching her sisters going at it the way they were. She picked up the viberator that had been tossed to one side as Holly had turned to get at Tanya; it still vibrated on the highest setting and made Joy's hand feel funny as she took hold of it before she managed to turn it off. Joy stumbled out of her own dress, glad to be rid of the yellow monstrosity for at least a few minutes. With Holly on all fours Joy knelt behind her and began to lift the flowing material of the wedding dress up, the white stockings were to be expected yet it was such a turn on to see them, but she giggled when she reached Holly's backside and discovered a severe lack of knickers. "Holly you are naughty," she said, Tanya opened her eyes for a moment and looked down at Joy questioningly "No knickers!" Joy responded to the look and delivered a gentle smack to Holly's backside.

Holly had been in two minds about her underwear she had brought a sexy pair for Richard but had at the last moment stopped herself putting it on. Her mother had frowned when they began to lace the corset up in the bathroom, Holly's bare breasts reflecting in the mirror. She had told her mother that it was more comfortable and less restrictive, the knickers she had kept on until she needed a toilet break where, finally alone she had removed them for good. It was to be a lovely surprise for Richard that evening as he had said how much he wanted to fuck her in her wedding dress. Holly had not expected to be in the current situation with her sisters though and felt a little ashamed about the discovery.

Joy smacked Holly's cheeks one last time the hand remaining on her bare rump feeling it's warmth before sliding between her legs and finding her pussy excited and wet. Holly let out her own moan as Joy slipped one finger inside her, pushing back on it and rotating her hips. "Dirty sister," Joy said with a laugh. Joy moved the blue viberator up one leg from knee to pussy the low thrum working its way across Holly's body as it moved closer to the prize. Joy teased at Holly, working the tip gently and almost in places not touching across her sex. Holly moved her hips back trying to get the viberator in her but every time she did Joy would move it slightly back. 

Holly moved her tongue from Tanya's clitoris and turned her head slightly, "please," she pleaded to Joy and bit her bottom lip as she felt the warm viberator finally slip into her. Holly turned back as Tanya applied a little more pressure on her head pushing her back onto her sex. Holly pushed back on the viberator feeling the pulse of it deep inside her igniting every inch of her body. She worked her finger inside Tanya matching the thrusts of Joy behind her. 




Something Borrowed, Something Blue



Tanya's grip tightened on Holly's head, her hips pushing forward forcing Holly's tongue firmly onto her clitoris while another finger joined the one already in her. "Fuck!" Tanya exclaimed one hand pulling at her right nipple as she closed in on her orgasm. Holly's hips bucked back on the viberator and Joy pushed the power up full, Joy could not help herself though and rubbed her thumb across the slick viberator until it was well covered then rubbed it across Holly's exposed anus before pushing it in as the viberator worked her pussy. 

Holly's cry was muffled by Tanya's pussy as well as Tanya's own moaning and heavy breathing. Joy's thumb moved slowly back and forth in her tight hole as the viberator thrummed on high power tipping her over the edge. Both Tanya and Holly climaxed at the same moment, muffled moans and cries mixed with husky breaths and yelps as both women's bodies tensed up their orgasms travelling through them exploding in their muscles and across their skin in tiny electrical currents that left them tingling and sensitive all over. Holly moved sideways and slumped, luckily landing on one held out arm her legs buckling under her ripping the still vibrating toy from joy's grip and almost dislocating her thumb.

Holly reached under herself gasping and giggling as the viberator whirled and vibrated against her sensitive pussy and extremities, she pulled it out turning it off and admiring the blue sticky casing. Joy snatched it off her and winking at Holly placed it slowly in her mouth, she mocked a moan and look of ecstasy as she sucked the warm viberator only pulling it free when she was certain she had cleaned it all. Tanya slumped down landing heavy on her backside legs splayed before her and back leaning against the dressing table. For a moment they were teenagers again, all hot, sweaty skin and warm squishy insides. They cuddled together for a moment kissing gently touching one another and giggling at how sensitive their bodies still were. "I have a feeling we are late for something?" Tanya said lazily.

Holly sat bolt upright laughing and slapping her forehead. Tanya and Joy were slipping into their dresses when they heard a rapid knock on the door. All three froze for a moment, then the knocking came again this time with a shout, "What are you doing in there, you're running late!" It was their mother. Holly opened the door as her two sisters ran into the bathroom, make bags under one arm and dresses half way on, or off depending on your way of thinking. The door had hardly opened when their mother burst in. "What's going on here?" she demanded then looked at Holly, "Are you okay, you look a little flustered," she touched Holly's bare arm, "You're not having second thoughts are you?"

Holly laughed the best she could unreality washing over her, only ten minutes ago she had been in the throes of passion with her twin sisters and now a man was waiting downstairs to marry her. "I'm fine, just my nerves." She replied and smiled the best she could before kissing her mother on her cheek.

Joy came out of the bathroom giggling, Tanya behind her a big smile on her face, "What is going on, stop acting like teenagers!" Their mother fumed, she had never understood her daughters, triplets were a nightmare but she at least expected to understand them. Tanya and Joy hung their heads in mock shame, though a smile was still present on both their downturned faces. "I don't know what's gotten into you three." She said, confused and a little worried that perhaps they had taken something to calm their nerves. "But we are running late, now let's get going." 

Holly watched her mother walk out the door muttering to herself. Tanya was behind her and she felt her warm hands rest on her upper arms followed by a hug, "Love you sister, good luck." Tanya walked from the room then Joy followed suit, a hug and a kiss before walking ahead of her.

"Come on then, let's get you hitched." Joy said at the door.