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Kissing The Bride: Rehearsal 01

By: sirhugs



"Hurry up, Kimmy; you don't want to miss your own wedding rehearsal."

My nineteen year old stepdaughter's wedding rehearsal was in fifteen minutes, and the church was halfway across town. Kimmy was not the only one running late. I was busy zipping Ruth into her skintight moleskin minidress. We had just snuck in a 'fast blowjob and spanking followed by pussy eating in the shower' moment, when we really didn't have time.

"If you aren't careful, honey, you'll give the preacher a heart attack."

"I'll be damned if I'll be a frumpy mother of the bride," Ruth said.

"Beside, Reverend Peever is like a hundred years old, and smells all musty," Kimmy added.

Ruth giggled. I loved how she still acted girlish. "In that case, maybe I should unzip it to here," she opened the dress to her navel, "just to see if I can make him stiff."

"You are such an evil woman," I said, kissing her, "You'll likely be in hell before heaven knows you're dead anyhow."

"Oh, I expect a few angels will cheer when they get the news. But heaven wouldn't want me. And Hell would be afraid I'd take over."

"Did you remember your Ben Wa balls?"

"Yes. Have you got your cock ring on?"

"I thought since I just came, I might go without."

"Better get it, nasty man. Even though Kimmy won't be in her wedding gown that you like so much, I know how much you want Wendy." My cock throbbed as Ruth reminded me that Kimmy had promised to help us seduce her maid of honour and lover, as payback for Ruth letting Kimmy spicing up the wedding by wearing a low-cut gown with thigh high slits on either side of the her legs.

"Okay, Ruth, just don't you disappear with Melody Ann. The thought of you having sneaky sex with a bridesmaid might make my balls explode if I can't cum." Despite my recent orgasm, thinking of all the fuckable women at the rehearsal expedited my recovery.


Ruth grasped my hands and ran them up to cup her melons. I could feel that the sex in the shower had just made her hornier. One of our shared lovers had labeled her nipples "Eveready" like the batteries. Except, instead of going, Ruth kept on cumming and cumming and chumming. She leaned back into my hard cock. My hands gravitated to the hem of Ruth's dress and slid it up. I pressed her against the wall. My fingers brushed her thong aside. "Please don't rip it off, Jeff. The Ben Wa balls might tumble out"

I had Ruth pinned to the wall. I unzipped my pants and freed my rigid cock Ruth moaned as I rubbed the shaft inside the valley of her buttocks. She disdained anal sex, but loved this sensation. I jumped back as Kimmy startled me by walking into the bedroom.

"Who is making us late now?" She teased. 

"Jeff needed to unleash his monster so I could put his cock ring on. " Ruth ran a hand up and down my still hard cock. "You wouldn't want Reverend Peever staring at your Step Dad's woodie as he walks you up the aisle, would you? So he needs the cock ring. Unless you want to relieve him the old fashioned oral way?"

Kimmy licked her lips with exaggerated drama. Despite the teasing, she had never had sex with me, not even oral. The closest we had come was the weekend before. While Ruth had been out trolling for sexual adventures under guise of last minute wedding planning, Kimmy had seductively told me about her own history of sexual escapades, trading tales for my support of her choice of wedding gown. She had kissed me, and tortured my nipples, but had not licked my cock. As she stared at me now, that image played through my mind. My cock, nicknamed 'Seymour' by Kimmy, rose to the occasion. 

Before last week, Ruth had insisted on insulating Kimmy from our open marriage and its consequences. After hearing that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, though, Ruth opened up to Kimmy about her own thrill seeking, as a prelude to the negotiation: help seducing Wendy in return for Ruth agreeing with Kimmy wearing the revealing gown.

"Well, Mom, it looks like Jeff's a bit stiff to fit your ring onto just now. Care to borrow the adjustable ring Wendy got me? I used in on Jeff last weekend. It fit well. And I don't need it for Eric til the honeymoon."

"Don't you intend to get well fucked tonight, sweetie?"

"Oh, I might sneak of with Eric for a quickie, but we need to split up before midnight. Tradition, you know. So I might just settle for sleep over sex with Wendy. After all, the maid of honour is supposed to make sure ALL the bride's needs are cared for."


"Are we still on for the clit piercing tonight?"

"For sure, Jeff. Right after Eric leaves. What a great secret wedding present."

"I think I'll just relieve Jeff the old fashioned way, Kimmy. I hope you don't mind if I do it right here- we're in a hurry."

I pointed out that we didn't even have time for that, if we wanted to get to the Church on time. Kimmy offered to drive, so Ruth could blow me in the backseat. This startling suggestion would open a whole fresh chapter in mother daughter relations, and my fit in that relationship. Teasing and playing with Kimmy alone had been exciting. Ruth and I had done exhibitionist games with others. But just thinking of head from Ruthie, with Kimmy watching made my already stiff member throb violently in Ruth's hand.

Just then, the phone rang. Ruth grabbed it with her free hand, never relaxing her grip. She spoke to the caller briefly, still toying with my balls.

"That was Bob Thomas next door. He was afraid, since he saw we hadn't left yet, that we might have car trouble. He offered to have Melody Ann drive us in their Suburban. I said 'yes'."

"Oh, Mom, why did you have to do that? She spoils everything."

Despite being a bridesmaid, Melody Ann was Kimmy's rival, including for the affections of Eric. I doubted that Ruth had told Kimmy every detail of our sexual history- that would take months- so Kimmy likely was unaware that Ruth and Melody Ann had enjoyed an intense Sapphic encounter while Kimmy had vamped me.

"Not everything, dear. In fact, her openness can add a lot to a situation. Like now. I agreed to take the offer not just to please her Dad, but also because with Melody Ann driving, you'll have no trouble watching me deep throat Jeff." 

Ruth stuffed my bulge into my pants, and then we all piled into Melody Ann's vehicle. Ruth and I took the back bench seat. Kimmy scored the passenger side captain's chair. I noticed Melody Ann adjust her rear view mirror. The phrase 'set up' ran through my brain. Before I could think further, Ruth unzipped my pants at the same moment Melody Ann pulled out of the driveway. As we bumped out across the curb, Kimmy said, "Good thing Mom didn't swallow you yet, Jeff, she might have bit it off."

If Melody Ann was not in on Ruth's plan before, she was listening now. Ruth primed my stiffening shaft with three quick strokes, then squeezed the head, her thumb grazing the slit, as she explained, "I need to make sure Jeff doesn't embarrass us with a stiffie in the church."

"Oh, Mrs. Hunter. I would have been happy to help with that," Melody Ann said.

"But folks might notice the bridesmaid missing at the same time as the bride's step dad. And what if they held up the rehearsal? And, please call me Ruthie. Jeff knows all about our time together, dear."

"Mom!" Kimmy squealed, "You and Melody Ann? How could you?"

"Well, dear- it was like this. She was a damsel in distress. Well, actually, not really in her dress much at all. That was the problem. I rescued her and she returned the kindness. I love sex with enthusiastic women almost as much as men. More, if I'm in the mood. And Melody Ann sure got me in the mood."

"Speaking of in the mood, Ruth, if I can't have him now, would you mind if I sneak off with Mr. Hunter during the dinner after?" Melody Ann asked.

"Please call him Jeff, dear. I bet what he would like a blowjob under the table best. If the set up doesn't allow that, the coatroom or restroom works too."

My head was spinning. Suddenly, my wife was fixing me up with this young vixen, after we already had plans to play together with Wendy, the maid of honour. How would I manage? Maybe I ought to save my strength. Before I had a chance to say a word, Ruth bobbed her head into my lap, swallowing my entire cock in one gulp. Her fist pumped the shaft as she drew her lips slowly up, pausing to lick around the bottom of the helmet. "Hmmmm….Mrs…I mean Ruth, he looks as tasty as an ice cream cone," Melody Ann mused.


I made eye contact with Kimmy in the rearview mirror. As she turned to watch more closely, I saw she was still capable of blushing. Kimmy's tongue ran over her full red lips as she watched her mother's mouth capture the tip of my cock. Ruth kneaded my scrotum with her hand. I noticed that Kimmy had undone the top two buttons of her conservative 'rehearsal dress'. Her fingers were idly toying with the soft flesh bursting out of the cups of her baby blue lacy bra. Any embarrassment had passed quickly. Melody Ann was busy trying to watch the road, enjoy Ruth's show, and now, peep at Kimmy. 

Ruth busily pumped her hand up and down my cock, teasing the head with just the top of her tongue. I watched Kimmy pop her left breast free of her bra. Her nipple was fully erect. I noticed Melody Ann's tongue snaking out the corner of her mouth as Kimmy caressed herself. I thought Melody Ann might be about to lunge across and suckle Kimmy. We didn't need an accident, so I upped the ante to change the dynamic. I unzipped Ruth's dress so her full tits fell out. "Like Mother, like daughter," Melody Ann observed.

Ruth's nipples were also excited, and got even bigger as I teased them, pulling, stretching then twisting. Ruth responded by vigourously bobbing up and down on my cock, taking it all in her mouth, then pulling up so only the head was in her lips. Her tongue teased around the bottom of the shaft on the down strokes, then flicking the soft tip with her teeth.

"Gee, Mom, he looks like he's swelling up even fatter inside your mouth. I can see him poking out your cheek" Kimmy mimicked my finger action, toying with her breast in synchronicity with my doing the same to Ruth. Melody Ann was wearing a knit pullover dress, but only one hand was on the wheel. The other was hidden from my view, but the excited elbow action suggested her nipples were getting a good massage. 

I hoisted Ruth's skirt, exposing her plum thong to the girls. Kimmy followed suit, shifting in her seat so she could push her hem up to her waist, revealing a tiny strip of silk that matched her bra. It was more awkward for Melody Ann to drive and uncover, so she had to content herself with glancing sideways to watch Kimmy stroke her own thigh with fingertips recently manicured in the most expensive shop in town.

My hands roamed across Ruth's firm ass, starting by just rubbing her tender flesh.

"Kimmy, your Mom is in great shape for an older woman. She…"

"Ewww, Melody Ann, do not tell me about you and my Mom…"

"It was perfectly wonderful."

"Well, I don't want to hear about it, you cheap slut." Kimmy was distracted from the excitement of the previous moment. She slumped in her seat, fingers no longer in her lap, staring out the window.

"Cheap slut? You call me a 'cheap slut'? What if I tell Eric about you and Jeff?"

"Well, I never pulled a train of the college basketball team then bragged about being the first high school girl to have the whole starting five."

"I think you're jealous I did that. Just like you're jealous I fucked your fiancé, because you're too stuck up to do anal."

"Bitch."

"Witch."

Since Ruth's mouth was too full to allow her to intervene, I spoke up, to avoid a disaster befalling the rehearsal. I knew agreeing to have Melody Ann as the 'even up' bridesmaid, just because there had to be two ushers, was a baaaad idea. I was tempted to relax and allow the blowjob to be enhanced by an all-out hissing, slapping, scratching clothes tearing cat fight, but the risk of car crash or ruined wedding was too great.

I chose a quick slap on Ruth's ass to break the tension. Ruth grunted around my cock. Melody Ann, startled, grinned and licked her lips. "Is your ass as nice as your Mom's, Kimmy?"

"You'll never find out."

"Just watching your Mom's ass squirming under Jeff's slaps makes me all wet." Melody Ann ran a finger through her pussy lips, and then licked it in slow motion, showing off for Kimmy, and also making fresh eye contact with me in the mirror. Ruth lifted her head from my lap for a moment to watch this play out. "Care to taste it, Kimmy? Or would you rather I taste yours? You are wet aren't you? I'm sure I can smell you from here."

"Which part of 'never' do you not get, bitch?" Kimmy turned to watch Ruth deep throating me. As she observed us, her fingers slid back up her skirt.

"Ruth…we're almost at the church. I can see the steeple up ahead." Melody Ann giggled. "A-head. How ironic. Anyway, better finish Jeff off quick, or you'll have just made his erectile problem more obvious not less."

"Being surrounded by beautiful women in a vehicle full of the odor of sex does that to me, I'm sorry." 

Ruth increased the tempo of her bobbing up and down my shaft, her tongue now teasing my slit open aggressively. Her right hand milked my balls. She snuck her left hand around my butt. As soon as her finger stroked my prostrated, I groaned, a flood of cum filling Ruth's mouth. Kimmy game with a great scream just a moment later. 

Ruth lifted her head out of my lap, still fondling my deflating cock gently. She asked Melody Ann to pass a Kleenex, so she could wipe the excess cum off her lips and chin. In response, Melody Ann pulled over to the curb, turned to Ruth, and licked the cream clean. She finished by cupping Ruth's chin in both hands and fiercely French kissing her, using her tongue to lave the inside of Ruth's mouth, cleaning all the cum out. Kimmy was visibly restless, muttering about being late. However, in ironic imitation of Melody Ann's earlier actions, Kimmy staring licking her own fingers clean. All this play just made my cock stir within Ruth's grasp. She clamped down hard, whether intending to restrain me, or in response to Melody Ann's attentions.

Melody Ann grinned goofily when she finished with Ruth, her own chin now glistening with a mix of saliva and sperm." Sure you won't do for me what I did for your Mom, Kimmy?"

"Just get me to the church, cow."

"Kimmy, be polite," Ruth said as she fastened her favourite cock ring around my deflated shaft. "There, girls, not even those visible nipple rings of Melody Ann's will force Jeff to make a scene."

I looked at Melody Ann. As Ruth pointed out, the excitement had aroused her nipples, pressing her jewelry against the wool of the dress. She was clearly braless. We all sat catching our breath for a minute before Melody Ann wheeled the Suburban in the church parking lot. A dozen vehicles were already there, the rest of the attendees waiting for us.

"Maybe if you stop imagining I'm staring at those baubles, your tits will relax, Melody Ann," Kimmy said, "because I am not interested in you. How else can I make that clear?"

"Perhaps, dear, if you weren't actually staring at her nipples as you deny it, Kimmy dear," Ruth suggested. 

We hopped out of the SUV. Ruth lined us up for inspection, pronouncing, "No visible cum stains." Kimmy and Melody checked and approved Ruth's attire. Melody Ann added a quick squeeze of Ruth's ass and a caress of pussy through dress as she 'helped Ruth with her lipstick.'

I noticed as we rounded the corner of the Suburban that Wendy, the maid of honour Ruth and I wanted to seduce, was staring at us. I wondered how much she had seen, or guessed. Wendy was chatting with the other bridesmaid, a rather plain athletic girl named Henrietta, inevitably known as Hank. She was pleasant and cheerful, but never seemed to have a date. The high school custodians always seemed to be whitewashing over 'Hank gives Head- to Dykes' graffiti. However, Kimmy had not confessed to any sexual adventures with Hank. My hormones were so charged up at the rehearsal that, for the first time, I noticed Hank as a sensual possibility- perhaps the proverbial still water running deep, the truly grateful lover. Wendy was whispering into Hank's ear, giggling, arms linked. Watching this perked up my interest further. My cock strained against it's restraint as I realized that Kimmy never told me about Wendy's other lovers, only her own. What Kimmy had told me suggested that Wendy was polymorphously promiscuous, an adept sexual seductress. Hank's adoring gaze s their heads bowed together marked her as a conquest of Wendy, and therefore a suitable target for my own interest. Perhaps not tonight though. Wendy and Melody Ann- even separately- would likely exhaust me. Though the Wendy scene was still not certain. I quickly wondered how a Wendy/Ruth/Hank (plus me) four way might play.

"Nice grin, Mr. H," Wendy said in greeting," What some folks might call a 'pussy eating grin'. Have you been eating pussy on the way here?"

"Not that recently. Wendy…but he did quite fine in the shower before we got dressed." Ruth replied.

"Reallllly, Mrs. H? Cool. I always wondered if Mr. H had it in him. Kimmy is always too shy to 'fess up."

"Kimmy wouldn't know first hand, Wendy. At least not yet."

"How do you know?"

"Jeff and I trust each other totally. We have no secrets."

"So, like, you share everything?"

"Well, Wendy, we haven't shared Melody Ann yet- I've been the only one to have her so far. And, since neither of us has had you, we haven't shared you either."

"Yet," I said, referring to Wendy, but looking Hank straight in the eye, then letting my gaze obviously shift slowly down her body, licking my lips as I watched her heavy breathing puffing out her chest. Wendy didn't even blush, but Hank did. I grinned again. My doubts vanished. This shrinking violet would be a sweet flower to pluck. I appreciated her in a new light. Usually, Hank compressed her breasts with a practical sports bra. Tonight, all dressed up, her tits were revealed to be very decent half grapefruits, apparently supported by a Wonderbra. Perhaps the bra was lacy, because in response to my stare, Hank's nipples started to peep out through her pretty lilac blouse. 'Buttons in the back,' I noted to myself. I drifted off, wondering what shade of bra, what pattern of lace. Unwrapping Hank could be as much fun as a Christmas present.

Hank turned her head away, her hair spilling out of its expensive 'updo'.

"But I thought I smelled pussy juice," Wendy said.

"Yes, I believe you do," chuckled Ruth," but that doesn't come by way of tonguing. In fact, I think there are three pussies here that need a good eating. Or five?"

"Mommmm…." Kimmy stomped her foot, like a little girl. "We're running late. Can you fill up your dance card later?"

As we entered the church, I noticed a rental car pulling into the lot. Apparently, Kimmy's globetrotting real father was arriving to save the day, and I would not be required as a stand-in. 'Just as well,' I mused, 'more chance to find mischief.'

I chuckled to myself, recalling my dear departed Dad, whose universal retort to that word was "Miss who?" Dad had been an unrepentant cocksman, cutting a swath through suburbia. Dear Mom could have been a role model for Ruth's tolerance, though not her polyamourous proclivities. Mom had tolerated Dad's adventures until the neighbour, Mr. Stillwell, had chased Dad around the block with a shotgun. Seems Dad was caught skinny dipping with not just Mrs. Stillwell, but with her, their eighteen year old daughter and twenty year old niece. Mom moved in with my former nanny before Dad got back from having the buckshot removed. Maybe that's why Ruth and I, when we married, had searched for a minister willing to leave '… and forsaking all others…" out of the vows. Suddenly, I wondered about Kimmy- would she choke on those words? How would Eric react if she continued her brazen ways?


Kissing The Bride: Rehearsal 01



I slid into a pew in the back of the sanctuary as Reverend Peever- a tiny owlish man – greeted the wedding party in a subdued voice. I drifted off for a few moments, and then sensed the warmth of a hip pressed closely against mine. Glancing sideways, I saw it was Melody Ann's mother, Sadie Thomas. Her boldness caught my attention. She appeared prim and proper, but Kimmy had told me about Melody Ann finding a strap-on in Sadie's dresser drawer.

"Where's Bob?" I whispered.

"He got tied up," Sadie giggled. "But I thought I better chaperone Melody Ann, make sure doesn't get into too much trouble. Or if she does, make sure she has lots of help." 

Sadie shifted even closer, her hip now overlapping mine, her leg twisting around my calf. Her sensible skirt slid up her thigh, revealing that instead of pantyhose, she wore silk stockings topped by a corn flower blue band, held in place by matching garters. "I hope you don't mind my getting cozy, Jeff. It looks as if Ruth and Melody Ann are both busy right now, so I guess we're left to amuse ourselves."

"What?" I was shocked. Sadie was the town clerk, not some barmaid or strumpet. Ruth and I were discrete in our play. Even if Sadie was looking for a 'bit of strange', why would she pick me? "Amuse ourselves how?"

Sadie slid her hand into my lap, and unzipped my pants. Her hand fumbled to grasp my cock without pulling it into the open.

"What's this?" She had felt my cock ring. "Ruth trying to keep you tamed? And here I heard that you like to perv the pretty young things over at Chico's. Ohhh! I get it- Ruthie knows you like the young ones, and that the bridal party might be too tempting. So, Jeff, is it only tender tootsies you tussle, or might a mature temptress intrigue you too?"

I followed Sadie's eyes. She was looking past my shoulder to a closet sized room off the back of the sanctuary. Her fingers fumbled the cock ring free, and then continued stroking my shaft.

"I was a very naughty wife. I spanked Bob. Then I tied him up and told him I was coming here to fuck first you then Kimmy's real dad, if he showed up. I'm glad he did. Otherwise, to win my bet with Melody Ann, I would have to seduce Eric. She tells me he's so into Kimmy, I would have to offer anal to tempt him. And if there's going to be anal, I like to be the doer, not the done to. It's not only at City Hall that I like to dominate."

"You just tell Bob you're going out to fuck around?"

"As long as I tell him about the details, he loves it. He likes eating cream pie. If he's tied up while I'm out, we leave him that way until after I tell the tale and he licks my pussy totally clean."

"That must leave him with blue balls."

Sadie laughed loudly enough that the walkthrough at the front of the church paused. The minister glared in our direction. Kimmy turned. I swear she winked. She certainly grinned.

"Oh, I have to make sure he gets his relief, or he'd be all over Melody Ann. Or she'd be all over him. That girl is such a slut. I'm sure she'd suck and fuck her own father if his was the first hard cock she spotted."

"So, after Bob eats you, what do you do for him?" I was relaxing in the pew, enjoying the turn of the talk. Plus what Sadie's hand was doing inside my pants. She added to the stimulation by sliding her foot out of her shoe. The smooth silk against my calf as my pant leg crept higher was ticklish only for a moment. Then I started to feel electric shocks running up from my shin to my balls.

"Sometimes I twist around so we can 69. But what makes him cum hardest is when I wait and fuck him with a strap-on after he's done cleaning me. I make him get down on all fours, He cums without touching his cock. I don't know if he was the bum boy if the locker room when he was starting out in football or the humiliation after once being a star, but he really gets off on me buggering him."

"I don't mind a bit of discipline, but buggery? Ugh. Not me."

"No, you're all man. Bob kinda quit being a real man after he blew out his knee and had to beg Old Man Waddell for a crummy used car salesman job. I completed his humiliation by making him watch while I blew Waddell to get him the job. Funny thing is that Bob is a really good salesman. He didn't need me to keep blowing Waddell to stay working, but I pretended Waddell threatened to tell the Mayor about me unless I continued. Fact is, I just loved how Waddell's crinkly old cock swelled up so fat and rubbery in my mouth. His cum tasted so much different than Bob's. I hadn't swallowed anyone else's since senior year when Bob took me to the prom, then knocked me up."

Sadie chuckled again, this time earning scowls from her daughter as well as the Minister. "Good thing Melody Ann was a late baby. Saved my reputation, and we ended up with a good marriage. Then, since Waddell had no kids, no one blinked when he willed the car lot to Bob. It was a nice payback for six years of great head. I almost felt badly that my final blowjob caused his heart attack. Guess I restrained his flow a bit too long, but he loved when I squeezed the root of his cock and let the pressure build up. The flood of cum flowing so hard it trickled out the corners of my mouth really was his greatest thrill. Though he loved the part where Bob would kiss me to clean the excess off. I think that was where Bob got his love of my bringing home strange cum."


"He won't mind that it's a neighbour rather than a stranger?"

"Well, I told him the plan after I tied him up. He wasn't really in a position to object by then. Mind you, I told him if he's good, I'll test the waters with Hank. He thinks she might be a willing subbie for him."

At the mention of Hank, my cock throbbed crisply in Sadie's fist. "Oh, Jeff. You like her too? Melody Ann says she may be a virgin as far as guys go. You and Bob might have to race to be first. Unless she's a committed one way lesbian."

"I don't think so, judging from how she looked at me in the parking lot."

"Well, I gave Bob permission, as long as he brings her home to share. I even allowed that he could fuck her solo the first time, in case she's shy. But now, Jeff, you're nice and stiff and I want this cock of yours in my wet pussy. Why don't you feel how wet I am?"

Sadie guided my hand up her skirt. Underneath the conservative wool, her panties were crotchless. Her pussy was indeed soaked. "Time to use your tool, Jeff." 

She tugged me by the cock, not bothering to allow me to zip up. I quickly glanced to the front of the church. Everyone was focused on the minister, who was reciting scripture. As we went, I noticed the wisps of grey sneaking into her chestnut hair. I grinned. 'Thank goodness for mid life crises,' I thought.

Sadie dragged me into the tiny room full of ancient hymnals, a closet really, tucked beneath stairs to the balcony. As she shut the door behind us, I sneezed from the dust. I the darkness, I felt rather than saw her drop to her knees in front of me. She unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants to the ground. The warmth of her mouth enveloped my cock. I leaned back against the wall as Sadie bobbed her head the length of my shaft once, twice, thrice. She grasped me at the root, twisting her tongue rapidly around my corona, hair brushing my thighs, whipping her entire head frenetically. Fortunately, the organ music was playing, to mask her mumbling joy. 

"You like your new toy?" I asked.

""Shhh. No talking. You're just spoiling it. I wish I could swallow your cum, but I want it inside me. I need it inside me. Not just so Bob can eat it either. I need your wonderful cock to fill me fully."

I had always thought of myself as a decent size, but not porn star endowed. Apparently Sadie was not used to encountering big cocks. Given her slender build and boyish hips, I had little doubt I could stretch her pussy. The excitement of the circumstances had filled my organ to capacity, and now, as she demanded, it was her turn to be filled. 

Sadie hoisted her sensible skirt up to her waist and then surprised me by twisting around and grabbing her ankles, presenting her ass to me. "Ram it in fast and hard, Jeff. Use me. Fuck me like a slut. Just make sure you aim for my pussy, not my asshole."


She pressed back against me, her buttocks rubbing my cock. In the dim light filtering through the doorframe, I saw droplets of precum glistening on her flesh. Reaching down, I tipped her further forward to allow my cock to drop between her thighs. Bending forward, I grabbed underneath her blouse, searching for her tits to use as handles, but she was as flat as a boy, not even a pubescent swelling of breast fat. All that I felt were a pair of rock hard nipples. Some people compare big nubs to thumbs. Sadie's felt like big toes- massively wide, stubby, and solid. As I tugged on them, Sadie tilted further, and spread her legs wide. She presented her eager pussy to my cockhead. Her lips opened wide, like a bass swallowing a lure, or a mouth blowing a cock. Sadie sensed the same thing, I guess, cause she said, "it feels just like you're Waddell sliding into my throat- but your cock is a lot fatter."

Sadie's pussy walls squeezed my shaft, and then relaxed. I got the idea, and started stroking deep during the relaxed moments, and out as the clenching subsided. Sadie stated humping back into me, her firm hips pressing me against the shelves of moldy books. She giggled with incongruous girlishness when a few rained down on our heads. Throughout, she never stopped fucking me. And that's what this clearly was- her fucking me. Although I was in the supposed dominant position, her muscle control alone put her in charge. 

"Jeff, the wool is rubbing my cunt and your cock- isn't that a great feeling- it's like when I wear a wool sweater with no bra- my nipples ache but they stick out like sore thumbs and beg to be chewed. I can come just by having them kissed when they are like that."

"Sadie, all I feel is the silk of your stocking caressing my thighs, and the warmth of your tunnel swallowing me."

Sadie laughed. "Don't we just sound like a fucking drugstore romance novel?"

"I don't recall 'any fucking the town clerk in the church closet from behind' plots. Not that I ever read many. I was more into mysteries."

"The only mystery here is how much harder you can fuck me. You're about as deep as you can go. And I need you to cum soon, before Melody Ann finds us here."

I could feel shock waves radiating from Sadie's belly through the walls of her pussy, all around my cock. Her groin seemed electrically charged, pulsing with energy. I started pushing back against her, putting my knees into it. Sadie's muscles tightened around me, her whole body shaking. I guessed she had to bite her lip to stifle her scream as she came. Somehow, I just knew she was a screamer not a moaner.

My cock was still buried deep inside her, her pussy still not filled with my cream. I resumed rocking her on my cock, gently at first, then accelerating the rhythm. Sadie reached back and placed my hands on either side of her ass, showing me what she wanted. She grabbed her ankles again as I started squeezing her cheeks, crushing her pussy around my shaft, trapping my balls in the cleft between her thighs.

"Cum in me Jeff, I 'm ready."

The music outside suggested they were rehearsing the recessional- the final stage of the ceremony. Sadie reached back again. She drew my hand to her clit. I instinctively began caressing it, twirling it in half circles, and then bouncing it with a flick of my thumb. Once Sadie was satisfied I had that working right, her fingers grasped my scrotum and squeezed. The mixture of sensations was all consuming, and quickly, I felt my erect cock filled with a further load. Six strokes followed, drawing my cock almost clear of her labia, seeing the reflection of precum and the glow of her cum coating both of us. On the sixth stroke, at the bottom of her well, I pumped my cream straight into her waiting receptacle. Her second orgasm came afterwards, as my cock still throbbed, shrinking within her and my fingers continued dancing across her clit.

Sadie stood up, my shrunken cock still trapped inside her. 

"Pass me my purse?"

She dug a pair of blue silk panties out of her bag. She lifted them onto one leg before she twisted enough to allow my cock to fall out with a sodden 'plop'. 

"I need to get these on fast, so not too much seeps out."

"Afraid people will notice?"

"Oh, that won't show- long skirts are called sensible for lots of reasons. I want Bob to get a really good taste of your manliness."

Having snuggled into the silk, Sadie ran her fingers deep within her pussy, drawing out a coating of cum. Before bringing them to her own lips, she insisted I take a taste. "I'm sorry, Jeff, I was in such a hurry to get filled, I forgot to offer you a taste of my unadorned pussy. We'll have to do that real soon."

"This isn't a one time thing?"

"It doesn't have to be. Will Ruth mind?"

"Mind? Only if I didn't tell her about it. But she might want to join in."

In the dim light, it was hard to tell, but I think Sadie blushed.

"You mean, a cocksucking queen like you has never been with another woman?"

"Shh. It's a secret. On senior class trip, Greta and I bunked together. She taught me all about Sapphic sex. She ate my pussy better than any guy ever did. But on the same trip, she got knocked up by Eric's dad. After that, she would never have anything to do with me again. Just cause I was the one that steered his cock into her cunt without a rubber on. Her rejection was such a blow; I kinda withdrew into myself for a while, and focused on Bob. I have Old Man Waddell to thank for drawing me out of my shell. But I haven't had a girl or woman since. Just dreams of Hank."

After licking her fingers clean, Sadie leaned in close and kissed me deeply, her tongue wrapping around mine, exploring for any hidden bits of cum. My cock, Kimmy's 'Seymour', stirred again, blood recharging its tumescence as Sadie ran her fingers through my hair. Breaking the kiss, she nibbled my earlobes, and started on my neck. Rotating her hips, she pressed the wool of her skirt against me, the texture enhancing my arousal.

"Jeff, you are as randy as a teenager. Are you always like this?"

"Ruth and I have enjoyed our freedom together so well, I find so much arousal all around me, that relief is more of a problem than recovery. But I need to save myself for…" I paused, uncertain whether to admit that her daughter had promised me a blowjob later. Although Sadie seemed okay with Melody Ann's sexual appetites, I was unclear how she would react to me being added to the list of conquests. I sensed a high degree of rivalry, and if Sadie had future plans for me, perhaps I best shut up there.

"For who- Ruth? Or one of the bridesmaids? You and Wendy would look cute together, but Hank is so shy, there would be something extra smutty about seeing you with her. Oh, why am I even thinking such thoughts- I need to stay discrete, plus I need to get home and untie Bob while your cum is still fresh inside me."

The idea of Melody Ann hooking up with me was not on her radar screen. I slumped back against the wall.

From outside the door, a voice interrupted our coziness. "Mom, where's Jeff?"

"He was right here. I wonder what mischief he found now. Where could he have gone?"

I started to tuck my cock into my pants, debating to myself whether I could slip out into the sanctuary without revealing Sadie's presence. My plan was disrupted though, because the handle on the door was quickly twisted from the other side. Sunlight flooded our cubbyhole as the door was yanked open.

Ruth and Kimmy immediately burst out in gales of laughter. I guess it looked pretty funny- my semi hard cock stuck halfway into my pants, the tip still protruding, Sadie in disarray. After the initial shock passed, my cock pulsed as if saying "hello" to the newfound onlookers.

Melody Ann was the only one showing any disapproval. "Mom- how could you?"

Before Sadie could reply, Kimmy took charge, stepping forward and planting a crushing kiss on Sadie's lips. This changed the tone. Melody Ann watched Kimmy pawing at Sadie's clothing for just seconds before she turned to Ruth and said, "I'm sorry, Ruth, but I just have to suck Jeff's cock right now- I can't wait till tonight to do it under the table."

"That's okay, dear, I'm sure we can find another bridesmaid to do that for him later if he needs it."

Melody Ann dropped to her knees, wasting no time. She slurped my entire length into her mouth in a single experienced swallow, staring right off kneading my balls. "I see Melody Ann knows that milking speeds up the second coming," Ruth said.

Kimmy imitated Melody Ann, kneeling as she lifted Sadie's skirt. Sadie protested briefly, "Oh, Kimmy, I love the idea of your tongue, but this cum is for Bob."

"Mommmm….." Melody Ann protested, suddenly dropping my cock, "That's perverted!"

"You should talk, you slut," Kimmy said.

"I don't eat my own Dad's cum."

"Jeff isn't my Dad, bitch."

"Now, now, girls," Ruth interjected, "whatever games Sadie and Bob like are entirely their own business. It sounds to me like they are open and honest with each other, so it's not like anyone is being hurt. And Jeffie knows the very idea of him fucking Sadie is a huge turn on for me. Speaking of which, who is going to do something about this dripping wet cunt of mine?"

"How about me?" a new voice replied. We all turned. Until now, I had noticed the minister still cleaning up by the altar. I guess the girls had forgotten him as well.

Ruth grinned. "Absolutely, Reverend. I haven't done a man of the cloth since my own rehearsal night. So get over here and fuck me."

He blushed from pointy ear to pointy ear, his tufts of hair winging out. "Um, actually, I've always wanted to do it, um , er…." He pointed at the altar. Ruth's smile widened enough to swallow the Cheshire Cat. I knew this tiny man was about to have the sex of his life. And I would watch while a beautiful blonde teenager swallowed my sperm. Life doesn't get much better.

As Ruth trotted up the aisle that her daughter would be walking up in just a dozen hours to become a bride, that girl spoke, answering Sadie's protests, "don't worry, Mrs. T, I just want a taste. I can make your clit dance just fine and still leave you lots for Mr. T. I am a pretty expert pussy lapper."

In response, Sadie guided Kimmy up off her knees over to the pew from which Sadie and I had started out. Sadie lay back on the wood. Kimmy tore hungrily at Sadie's clothes, tossing them aside. Suddenly, rather than a young woman eating cream pie, it was an energetic rubbing of bodies, Kimmy on top.

I remained against the wall of the cupboard, all the better to watch Ruth while experiencing Melody Ann's expert oral performance. 

When Ruth reached the front of the chapel, the little minister dispelled any notion that he was a meek Lamb of God, hoisting her onto the altar in one sweeping move. Her legs trailed off the side of the surface, her pelvis at its edge. He briefly pawed at her tits, pausing just long enough to suckle each nipple as she wriggled out of her skintight dress like a snake shedding its skin. His tongue then trailed down her belly, stopping to sample the perspiration trickling into her navel, and then eagerly moving down her shaved pouch to her penitent labia. He feverishly slurped her nectar. "I feel like Sunday offering," Ruth joked.

"Hush, child, this moment is sacred." He lifted his robe, dropping his pants to free a rigid organ. He lifted Ruth's hips upward to improve his angle of attack. Her Ben Wa balls erupted out of her pussy, bouncing down the aisle. Reverend Peever shrugged, barely pausing, definitely unfazed. He boldly plunged deeply into her womb in a single stroke. Ruth locked her legs around his back, humping herself upwards to meet his thrusts. As he continued furiously pumping his shaft into my wife, I glanced over to see my stepdaughter enthusiastically chewing the neighbor's nipples. In turn, that woman's daughter ran her tongue the length of the underside of my shaft, from tip to root, then all around my balls, using one hand to gently massage my cockhead, tickling the slit with a fingernail.




Kissing The Bride: Rehearsal 01



Melody Ann worked her mouth all up my cock, kissing, nibbling and licking, her hand sliding down to resume rubbing my scrotum. "You taste great, Jeff. But can I visit next week, and compare the taste of you fresh, without my Mom's juices on your cock?"

I managed to grunt my agreement. I could feel my balls contracting, my breathing slowing. My third orgasm in just a few hours was about to erupt. I shuddered thinking of Ruth's plans for Wendy- and now Hank too- plus taking Kimmy to the body piercing salon. I thought looking at Kimmy might help me hold back, but the sight of her teasing Sadie's erect clit , nibbling and slurping on it like a miniature cock, did totally the opposite. I tensed, my load gathering, as Kimmy swung atop Sadie into a 69 position, giving the older woman the gift of her gorgeous wet pussy to eat. They slid their bodies tightly together, the friction increasing their writhing, feeding on each other in a constantly building symphony of Sapphic sex.

Sadie screamed first, her soprano sounds reverberating off the rafters. Kimmy followed closely behind, as simultaneously, Melody Ann's mouth closed over the tip of my cock just in time to receive a flood of sperm. I watched this petite blonde swallowing joyously, little dribbles escaping down her chin. She began cleaning my cockhead with tiny darting motions of her tongue. Meanwhile, screams from the front of the church caught our attention. Ruth bawled in joy as Reverend Peever exclaimed "Oh, Lord, I'm coming."

The four of us in the back laughed at the irony. The minister, his attention diverted, blushed deeply, quickly rearranging his vestments. Ruth kissed him tenderly on the top of his bald head, whispering thanks. 

Without worrying about her own semi nudity, Ruth skipped youthfully down the aisle, immediately embracing Melody Ann, tasting my sperm on the youngster's lips, licking her face clean. She turned to Kimmy and Sadie. "No time to analyze what this all means now. We're late for the rehearsal dinner. Jeff, you drive so we can fix our makeup."

"But, Ruth," Melody Ann protested, "Kimmy and I each need a hard cock up our pussy."

"Oh, sweetie, I'm sure we'll find you lots of those soon."

And off we went.



Kissing The Bride: Rehearsal 02



“Mrs. Hunter, I hate to tell you this, but you smell of cum. At your own daughter’s rehearsal dinner. What would Kimmy say?”

“She’d say she wants her turn at some hard cocks. In fact, Wendy, she said that just before we left the church.”

“Well, you might want to dab on some perfume, Eric’s Mom is headed this way.”

“Greta! How nice to see you. We hardly had time to speak at the rehearsal.”

“Hmmm. Yes. Well, if you had been on time. That ex-husband of yours was, at least. No wonder he raised Kimmy. You would never have managed. And Jeff, your second husband. He’s useless.”

“Oh, I bet he’s good for something,” Wendy said, giggling. Ruth also collapsed in a fit of laughter, upset her future son’s mother further. Ruth didn’t care much. She had a position with stock brokerage; I did accounting work out of our home. Our secret porn web casting operation earned us a fortune banked safely offshore in the Bahamas. This allowed all sorts of perks. 

Wendy, the maid of honour, was Kimmy’s lover and, if all went according to plan, our future lover as well. Hearing Wendy’s comment suggested to Ruth that seducing her might be easy, Ruth recalled the next morning, as we snuggled enjoying breakfast in bed . Our open marriage thrived on telling each other the full extent of our extra marital adventures.

‘Now,’ Ruth said she had thought, ‘If we can recruit Hank, we’ll share all the bridesmaids.’

What she said to Wendy was, “Speaking of Kimmy, have you seen her around?”

Not for ten minutes or so. She was talking with that usher from out or town. Eric’s friend Lars. Then she disappeared.”

“Lars? Is he the tall blonde kid?”

“Yes, he was an exchange student from Sweden, here for the swim team. Come to think of it, I don’t see him anywhere around either. Last I saw of either Lars or Kimmy, she was making him say ‘kiss the bride’, and making fun of his accent. Just playfully, of course. She had him doubled over in laughter.”

As Wendy spoke, Ruth was scanning the banquet room, pretending to look for Kimmy or me, but actually looking for Hank, or Henrietta as her parents named her. Watching the athletic young woman galloping towards her across the room brought a gasp from Ruth. ‘No wonder Jeff reacted so strongly to her,’ Ruth told me she realized, ‘that underwire bra really flatters her figure, and she has such energy, she’ll eminently fuckable.’

Like me, Ruth had never noticed Hank’s generous chest before the rehearsal. Unlike most of Kimmy’s pals, Hank tended not to hang around the pool in a bikini, or mall crawl in a halter. She was a serious athlete, partial to sports bras and baggy T-shirts. Also odd for Kimmy’s friends, most of whom were sex crazed like Kimmy, Hank was shy and bookish. In addition to the cleavage displayed by the flashy lacy bra visible through Hank’s sheer blouse, high heels transformed her muscular legs into shapely strong stems.

Ruth felt her nipples harden under her skintight moleskin sheath, thinking about burying her nose between Hank’s powerful thighs. She imagined Hank tasting fresh, befitting a virgin, with perhaps a hint of talc, and dewy saltiness born of excitement and exertion. Standing watching Hank’s enticing mix of tomboy and girlishness, Ruth thought she might start by unwrapping the bridesmaid like a Christmas present, careful not to tear the paper, or damage anything fragile. ‘But there’s really nothing breakable about Hank. That makes her even sexier. I can treat her like a man, but enjoy her curves. I would suckle her nipples – maybe just enjoying her tits could take hours.’

Reverend Peever’s offering began seeping out of Ruth’s cumstuffed cunt as she imagined running her tongue first across Hank’s left tit, then to her right, then back. She pictured her hands reaching down, cupping that taut ass, drawing the buttocks apart, fingers curling to access Hank’s pussy from behind. Her breathing slowed. Ruth realized she was panting in anticipation of seducing this girl. ‘Woman, ’she corrected herself, ‘she’s nineteen.’ 

Still, there was no escaping the fact that Hank appeared virginal and innocent, even unaware of her own sensual allure. This added to the thrill. Wendy’s conduct with Hank at the church parking lot had hinted at the possibility of Sapphic intimacy there, but this inconsistency served to stir up the pot, not detract from Ruth’s anticipation. ‘What would Hank taste like? Is her navel pierced? Will I be the first older woman to tongue her clit? Wendy might be enthusiastic, but can I make Hank cream, her juices flowing in torrents? I want her screaming that I am the best cuntlapper ever.’

Turning back to Wendy, Ruth started to ask if she had seen me. But Wendy was gone. 

Rehearsal dinner etiquette has no defined role for the step father of the bride, so it had been a simple matter for me to duck into the coat room. Wendy, as maid of honour would more likely be missed quickly. Because of that, it shocked me slightly when she grabbed me by the arm and guided me into the closet. My heart raced. Kimmy had begun this new chapter of our lives by entertaining me with stories of Wendy’s lust. But so far, Wendy had only tossed a little teasing banter in my direction. 

In the coatroom, she spoke first. “You and Ruth both smell like sex, but not sex with the same person.”

“That’s not surprising. We don’t do everything together.”

“Kimmy says that your cock is named Seymour cause it likes it when you watch her naked.”

“Especially when she touches herself.”

“Will you show me Seymour?”

My cock was already stiffening despite sex at the church during the rehearsal with the other bridesmaid’s Mom, and a blowjob by that bridesmaid, Melody Ann Thomas, afterwards. I wanted Wendy. Perhaps I had secretly longed to fuck her since she blossomed into curvaceous womanhood. In the past week, Kimmy’s stories of girl/girl play and shared adventures created a more believable prospect. Wendy did not wait for me to answer aloud. Her experience likely told her that my quickened breath, bobbing Adam’s apple and eyes locked on her stiff nipples all meant “yes.”

Wendy knelt before me; her hands not hesitating at all as she eased my zipper open carefully, since Seymour’s rapidly expanding girth was stretching the fabric. I found my voice. “You can play with Seymour, Wendy, but I promised Ruth that if you did, she could play too.”

Wendy chuckled, her warm breath blowing the opening of my boxers open. “Oddly enough, Jeff, Hank guessed exactly that. She and I had made the same deal. If I got either of you, she wanted to share.”

“She did?”

“Yeah, and since she had her nose half way up my ass and her tongue twisted right around my clit at the time, I sort of had to say yes. I hope you won’t mind.”

Seymour answered for me, choosing that moment to stiffen further, popping out of my shorts. Wendy laughed, grasping the shaft, and stroking gently. “Kimmy was right as usual, Jeff. Seymour is a fine one.”

“I never really noticed how sexy Hank looks until today.”

“Yeah, she’s a bit of a late bloomer. The doctors told her that all the sports suppressed her hormones, so her boobs came along just last summer. So much so that all the guys at school have her pigeon holed as butch. Which she’s not really. Just cause girls discovered her sexiness first, and she has never had a guy, doesn’t mean she’s lez. She just wants her first guy to be special. I think an older man would be perfect. As long as he has a nice hard cock like Seymour.”

Wendy paused to run her tongue around underneath the ridge joining my cockhead to the shaft. Then, she slurped up the flap of skin on the bottom, circling around my peeslit, teasing me.

“You have sex with Hank?”

“Don’t play dumb, Jeff. I know Kimmy told you I like girls as much as guys. Well, not quite as much. Nothing beats a nice hard cock for me. Girls give head better though. Think it’s all the practice we get, or the home field advantage?”

“That depends. I mean, not every girl that eats pussy practices on cocks too. Like, has Hank given head to guys?”

Wendy laughed, her warm breath bathing my cock, her hand idly stroking my shaft. “ No. Not really. Sorta. I don’t know- pick an answer. A few times at parties, I got her to try. But she’s not very good at it, I’m afraid. Or maybe she was just too drunk. She always gagged or found some excuse not to finish. You think I oughta get Melody Ann to teach her? Or is Mrs. H a better cocksucker?”

Did Wendy know about the adventures at the church already? Or was she fishing? I decided it didn’t matter. Trying to keep secrets was silly. After all, she had my cockhead trapped inside her mouth, the top rubbing against her palate, her tongue playing with the underside. All this, and her fingers rolling my balls. Slightly distracted by Wendy’s talents, I considered the question, tempted to say she was better than either. That answer was not what she needed though. 

“Melody Ann has great natural ability, and Hank could learn by watching. Ruth would make a better teacher though, I think. Melody Ann might need a few years to catch up in the experience department.”

“Well, Melody Ann is gaining fast.”

Wendy bent again to kiss my cock, her tongue tracing the big vein along the shaft from top to bottom, then circling around the base of my shaft. She paused again, the tip of her tongue teasing my balls. “Hank seems to be a natural born cuntlapper though.”


“Tell me what makes her such a great muff diver?”

“You mean carpet muncher? It’s both technique and attitude. Hank really loves the taste of pussy. She also loves feeling my orgasm, so she doesn’t stop what she’s doing just because my hips are bucking against her face. Unlike a guy, or a lot of women, she’s not selfish. I was the one who had to beg her to try 69. Most women want to toss their leg over and plant their pussy on my face right off. Hank starts gradually, but mostly with her tongue. She has nice strong fingers, but they are only there to help, to add grace notes, if you like. Which is appropriate, since she improvises like a jazz player- no two performances alike. Each time, little details altered to keep it fresh.”

Wendy hefted my balls, gently twisting my sack. This, added to her description of Hank’s attitude, gave Seymour a boost to renewed length.

“What about her technique?”

“None of it is original to her. I mean, women have probably eaten pussy since the first Neanderthals left them alone in the cave while they went hunting wooly mammoths. It seems almost as if all that knowledge is distilled onto Hank’s tongue. She’s a real prodigy. You know how some kids pick up a basketball and just know how to play? That was Hank the first time we found ourselves alone in the showers at the end of the school day. At first, I had to be the aggressor, starting out just verbally. I used a bunch of tired lines guys might never get away with. Talking about how guys go for empty bodies, not real women like her. I remember Hank blushing from head to toe, and she said that she wasn’t really a woman yet. Tonight, Jeff you can help finish the process I started that day.”

“How did it start?” I could barely gasp out the four short words; Wendy had squeezed my balls tightly. I looked down at her huge grin, knowing she loved telling me as much as I loved listening, and that, like Ruth and Kimmy, Wendy also loved a little light discipline. Or giving pain. I have never really learned the terms, just enjoyed the experience.

“It was almost like a bad porn movie. She made some comment about envying my tits. I replied that hers had come along nicely recently. Hank asked what was wrong with hers that none of the boys trued to touch them. I don’t know what it was like when you were in high school, Jeff, but, guys today are always pretending to accidentally bump into girls to cop a feel. It’s almost like hazing. Unless you respond positively. Then you get dates. Poor Hank wanted dates. Anyhow, I just offered to test how they felt. Her grin was from ear to ear. Of course, she asked if she could try mine too. I agreed that was fair. Seconds later, we were under the water, Hank’s back pressed against the cool tile wall, kissing and groping madly, our nipples close dancing together.”

“Were they excited like yours are now?” Wendy’s nipples were easily seen through her dress, twin peaks stabbing the fabric.

“Maybe even more. Hank kissed me like a starving sailor rescued from a deserted island eating her first meal. She opened her mouth wide and inhaled my tongue. At the same time, her lips were soft against my cheeks. She has a wide mouth. I bet she could be a world class cocksucker.” Wendy giggled. “I want to watch and find out.”

“What else happened in that shower?”

“Well, I know Kimmy told you how our first time was tender and gentle. That wasn’t the way it was with Hank. We were little savages. I don’t know whether it was because she was a virgin, or the risk we might get caught.” Wendy giggled again, accidentally squeezing Seymour a bit too tightly. She kissed the tip to make up for it. “We kept our lips locked. It seemed liked ages, but really was less than a minute. Just long enough for time to fall away, and to forget the risk someone might enter. Some of my classmates might not understand. Ms. Mera, the basketball coach, fine. She’d probably join in. But the janitor or some prude, such as Lisa Garfield? Bad idea. Anyway, by the time we broke that first kiss, the entire school body could have been watching, we wouldn’t have cared. In fact, that would have made it better. Maybe would have been the only way to make it better.”

“But what was so special?”

“You really like details, don’t you? Most guys just want me to do this.” Wendy leaned forward, her barely covered nipples brushing my cock. “I couldn’t fondle Hank much with her pressed up against the wall. My hands pretty well only caressed her hips. She had a bit more room to grab my ass. At first she hesitated, but as the kiss continued, her fingers dug deeply into my flesh, separating my buttocks. My pussy was already dripping, and begging more attention. I took my time, guiding her fingers around so she spread my labia further. Her fingers were grazing my pussy, but I could feel her nervousness. So I asked her if she had ever had her pussy licked. She said no. Not another word. I just fell into a squat and tasted her. Just kissing had made her soaked, and her lips were wide open already. I gave her one of these.”

Wendy stuck out her tongue and ran it around the tip of my cock. “We call them swirlies. In her case, of course, I did it to her clit. I thought she might panic. Instead, she held my head against her groin, pushing hard enough that my whole face seemed buried in her cunt. I could feel her knees buckling, so I forced myself free. She seemed pouty. Asked me if she had done something wrong. I told her ‘no’, and led her to a bench in the change room. As we walked there, I wondered if she wanted me to punish her, but decided to leave that conversation for another time. I spread a towel on the bench, and lay her on her back. All the while, I kept just softly caressing her. Naked, she has curves she hides under her clothes. But not soft curves like Kimmy. Hard, firm structures carved in muscle. Feeling her move was amazing. Watching was even better- like watching a leopard in the zoo. The caged power always seems like untamed passion. But I wasn’t there to watch. I was there to eat. So eat I did. I think Seymour is excited about seeing Hank for himself.”

My cock bobbed excitedly, almost as if it could speak for itself.

“I began kneeling beside her, using my fingers to pull her lips wide open. In that position, her pussy opened like a flower. Her clit was standing upright. So I sucked it in just like a nice hard cock.”

Wendy paused to demonstrate, open her lips, bobbing onto my cock, sliding my entire length into her throat, and then withdrawing. Her smile was even wider and sweeter. It reminded me that she was still just nineteen.’ What am I doing?’ I asked myself. Then I realized it was too late to draw lines after the orgy at the church following the rehearsal. Melody Ann might not look as deceptively virginal as Wendy, but she was the same age, and I had enjoyed her bathing Seymour with her tongue. Rejecting Wendy would be foolish. Plus it would disappoint Ruth. I ran my fingers through her raven locks, and caressed her silky jaw line as she resumed her recollections.

“That position was a bit uncomfortable, though, because the bench was so low, and the tile floor was cold. I shifted to a higher position, between Hank’s legs, holding her cunt lips open with my fingers, lapping at her like a puppy. Suddenly, I knew I had to go for the gusto. Maybe it was because she was just as wet as I was. I didn’t ask her to eat me. I just swung around and planted my wetness right on her face.”

“What does a virgin pussy taste like?”

“She used baby soap in the shower, so it had that whole clean thing going too- nothing fancy. I imagine if you sprinkled talc on honey, you might get the same effect. I was more worried about what she’d do with my non-virgin cunt on her mouth.”

“How did she react?”

“She was too busy licking to protest. Like I said, she’s a natural. Right from that first time. She started by stabbing up at my clit, tempting it out from its hood.”

“I bet that didn’t take much.”

“Not really. I was already dripping, but still, the stimulation coaxed it fully open. That was where she should her instinctive technique. Most guys, and more than a few women, seeing the fun reaction to that motion, continue it too long, until I get sore. Hank switched up just fast enough. She then spent time swirling her tongue around the bottom of my pussy, flicking the clit with just the tip of her finger. In this position, she was the one with better access still, and she started to finger my butt. It was all I could do to focus on pleasing her. You do know the secret of pleasing a woman, don’t you, Jeff?”

“A ten inch vibrator?”

Wendy laughed, jerking my cock up and down sharply, making me wince.

“Funny man. I mean that to really please a woman you must give way from any thought of your own pleasure and just disappear into her experience.”

“Sounds to me like you disappeared into Hank’s pussy face first.”

“That too. I started slowly though, being careful still not to spook her. I was afraid that if I broke the intimacy for a moment, she would crawl back into her shell. I tried to use my fingers how I guessed she might touch herself, just adding my tongue as an extra treat. I grazed along around her clit, not teasing. Toying might be a good word. Letting her sensations build slowly. It was tempting to devour her with the same hunger she had for me. I remember at one point I stopped, counted to ten, and then did five slow flicks of my tongue from beneath her clit.”

“How slow?”

“I counted ‘one-Mississippi’ between each stroke. Then I added five down from the top side. Across, actually, though, since she was still lying flat. Although by then she was driving her hips up to meet my lips.”

Wendy paused to slurp a drop of pre-cum from the tip of my cock. I asked, “How was she doing with her end?”

“She still needed no lessons. I found out later she spends a lot of time watching porn, and had learned a few tricks from there. Like planting a delicate kiss just above my clit. She also knew to rake her teeth across my nub as she sucked it into her mouth to roll it with her tongue. Like I’m rolling my tongue around your cock right now.”

“If it had the same effect on her that you’re having on me, I bet you came quickly. I know I’m close. I thought you promised to let her watch this. If you don’t stop, she’ll miss it.” 

Wendy’s tongue cradled each testicle, drawing it into her mouth, where she sucked it, then its mate. She bathed my entire sack with her saliva, and then ran her tongue again up the underside of my cock.




Kissing The Bride: Rehearsal 02



“Oh, not just watch. Hank wants to share.”

“What about Ruth?”

Wendy was unable to answer immediately. Her mouth was now wrapped around the head of my cock, her teeth nibbling at my soft flesh. We were locked together in that position, my hands gripping her jet black hair, guiding her bobbing motion, when the coat room door slid open slightly. I was startled, afraid it might be the groom’s mother, or some equally prudish Aunt. Fortunately, it was Hank, with Ruth slipping into the closet right behind her.

Not a word was said before Hank dropped to her knees beside Wendy, who gave my dripping cock another kiss before twisting me around as an offering to her friend. Hank might never have sucked a cock before, but she started off expertly, licking gently around the head, tasting Wendy’s saliva and my pre-cum. I guessed that she didn’t limit her porn watching to girl/girl scenes.

“Hi, Mrs. H, just in time,” Wendy said. “ I was about to tell Jeff about the first time Hank and I came on each other’s faces, but he almost came. I think Hank deserves the first mouthful, don’t you?”

“Call me Ruth. I agree, but maybe we should help her out a bit. She might need guidance. Has she ever sucked a cock before?”

“Not really. She scares off the boys her own age. Or they scare her. But she does have a talented tongue.”

Hank was wasting no time licking around my shaft, her strong fingers gripping me by the base, twisting my slowly to savour the taste. She tentatively flicked the tip of her tongue at the slit in my cockhead, sampling a drop of precum. She paused and I saw her nod her head, as if saying to herself, ‘hmm- not bad.’

She licked a few more drops onto her tongue, and then turned to kiss Wendy. I looked down, seeing Hank tenderly caress Wendy’s hair, her hands automatically tracing down Wendy’s curves. Ruth said, “Don’t worry, Hank, this is not a dream.”

Ruth leaned over the two kneeling goddesses to kiss me. This placed her cunt, still full of Reverend Peever’s cum right by their heads. Wendy pulled out of Hank’s embrace, a huge grin stretching from ear to ear. “Mrs. H- Ruth- did you bring me a cream pie?” Wendy was playing to Hank and I, since, as Ruth told me later, Wendy already knew about the church sex.

Never shy, Ruth lifted the bottom of her skin tight dress. Even in the dark cloakroom, sperm glistened in her sparse pubic hair. “It’s not Jeff’s,” she confessed, playing along.. 

“The taste would tell me that,” Wendy replied, her tongue licking her lips. She only needed to lean forward an inch to sample Ruth’s flavour. After a single slow lick from bottom to top, she turned back to Hank, and resumed their kiss. 

“She did say she promised to share with Hank,” I told Ruth.

Wendy and Hank’s cheeks bulged as their tongues wrestled, trading tastes. Ruth idly stroked my cock, rubbing it gently across her pussy lips, just above their heads. I could feel Hank’s stray hairs tickling my balls. I looked down again to see Hank stripping Wendy. Despite our recent intimacy, I had yet to see Wendy’s naked tits. The experience engorged my swollen member beyond normal limits. Wendy had nipples even more gorgeous than Kimmy had described. Kimmy had called them cherry red. Maybe because I knew Wendy loved fucking firefighters, I thought ‘fire engine red’. My cock twitched in Ruth’s hand, burrowing its way between her already swollen labia. 

The bridesmaids broke their kiss. As they pulled their heads apart, Ruth leaned in closer. My cock slid effortlessly into her wet waiting cunt. Hank on the left and Wendy on the right began licking my balls. I sensed Hank was learning on the job, imitating Wendy. When Wendy switched from licking to swallow my testicle into her warm mouth, Hank copied the action a split second later. Wendy snuck a hand around, squeezing my butt cheek. Hank followed on the other side. Moments later, two fingers, one after the other, started massaging my prostate.

Hank still was busy inhaling my ball, spinning it deep on the back of her exquisitely talented tongue. Her head motion altered my sensation by stretching my testicle away from my body. It was not unpleasant, but it startled me. I reflexively jolted my cock deeper into Ruth.

I followed Ruth’s suggestions, caressing her breast, popping it out the top of her dress to suckle it. Below and between us, Wendy and Hank stopped licking me and began imitating my actions, extracting teach other’s boobs from their dresses. Hank’s tits popped out of the lift up bra into plain view for the first time. Her nipples shone even in the almost total darkness of the coat room. The rouge she had applied was evidence of the set up that Wendy had described to me, as well as proof that she had issues about her basic attractiveness. Her breasts, though not large, where well formed- more than a handful, as my old daddy might say- and her nipples stood guard like sentries. Wendy leaned over to suck the right one into her mouth. Hank moaned, holding Wendy’s head tightly in place. 

I thumbed Ruth’s clit, as requested, still flicking her nipples with my tongue. Ruth’s sigh caught Hank’s attention. I expected to see her copy me by fingering Wendy. Instead, to my surprise, Hank reached up and started thumb wrestling me around Ruth’s nubbin.

Wendy’s hair was brushing against my scrotum in these tight quarters, and I felt my balls tightening again. My cock shivered inside Ruth, signaling readiness to ejaculate.

I wondered briefly whether Ruth’s well stuffed cunt was the ideal place to blow my load. Wendy seemed to want Hank to experience male sex. Would it be better to start her off swallowing? Or should I cum now, and leave her to enjoy a long slow fuck later? Which would Hank prefer? I had pictured her as awkward and virginal. Instead, she was mimicking Wendy expertly, tongues twisting around my root, teasing Ruth and stimulating me simultaneously. 

My thoughts were interrupted by the coat room door jerking open, light flooding through the gap, freezing or group like dancers voguing. Fortunately, it was Kimmy who slipped into the room.

“Where did you and Lars vanish to?” Ruth asked her.

“I took him out to the loading dock and convinced him that the tradition of kissing the bride means on both sets of lips. Turned out Lars was a fast learner. The poor boy was a virgin.”

“Was?” Wendy asked.

“Well, remember how I needed hard cock, because at the church, all I got was my pussy licked by Sadie Thomas? Mom got Reverend Peever’s cum and Mrs. Thomas got Jeff’s. I needed to be filled. So I had Lars do the trick. While he performed the kissing on the mouth part, I unzipped his pants. He had a terrific cock. Not long, but fat. He got stiff just kissing me. That was when I asked if he ever had sex before. The poor guy never even had a blowjob. So I gave him one. Or half of one. I sucked him deep into my mouth. He sure stretched my lips. It was too uncomfortable, so I just spent a few minutes licking and kissing his cock. I was conscious of the time. The last thing I needed was Greta or Eric looking for us. When his balls tightened up, I knew he would come fast. Virgins are like that. So I pushed him up against a wall and locked my legs around his thighs with my dress hiked to my hips and his erection stuffed inside my wet cunt. I rode him hard. After a dozen or so strokes, he blew a giant load into me. I slid down off onto my knees and licked him clean. Then I coached him through the other half of kissing the bride. It was my turn to cum, and I wanted to be nice and clean. He was inexperienced, but eager. This time, it was him pressing me up against the wall, burying his whole face in my soggy cunt. I wanted to give him instructions, but didn’t have the breath to speak. He started lapping at my pussy, and then gently licked my clit, sucking it into his mouth. He rolled it on his tongue. I think all those rolling guttural sounds in Swedish develop their tongues nicely. No guy has ever been as close to you, Wendy, in talent. It was like the reverse side of a swirlie. Then he added a few fingers, and I came all over his face. The poor kid was so embarrassed. He ran inside to the men’s room.”

As she told us this story, Kimmy’s nipples stiffened, her hand quietly stroking her pussy through her dress. Suddenly, she woke out of her recollections.

“Anyway, here’s hoping that this bride gets a lot more of those sorts of kisses,” she finished. We all laughed.

“Sorry to break up the party, but the reason I barged in here is that they’re ready to serve dinner now, and I need the girls and Mom at the head table.”

With her usual poise, Ruth turned her head, my cock still imprisoned in her cunt, and replied, “How about Wendy and I join you, and leave Hank her to finish off with Jeff?”

“Only if they promise to be good and stop after Jeff comes in her mouth,” Wendy said. “I’ve wait too long to miss watching Hank’s first fuck. Can you be a good little girl, sweetheart?” she asked Hank, caressing her chin. 

Hank bobbed her head enthusiastically. I silently prayed she would bring that much joy to bringing me off. “Will she know how and when to swallow without a teacher here?” I asked.

Kimmy replied. “I’m sure you can warn her. If not- Hank- the universal sign is a tap on the back of your head. When Jeff does that, be ready. Stuck up bitches use that moment to know when to pull off and let their poor lover spew great gobs of goo uselessly all over. A true cum lover knows to get ready to gulp.”

“Kimmy, give Hank a break,” I said, “expecting her to swallow first time might be a bit much.”

“Well, she likes the taste of cum. She’s eaten my cream pie often enough,” Wendy added.

Hank said nothing through this because her mouth was stuffed full of my stiff meat. She was toying with it, using her tongue to roll it around inside her mouth, experiencing the different textures and angles.

“I wish I had time to have her eat my cream pie, then,” Ruth said. Kimmy cut that idea off at the pass by grabbing Ruth’s hand and hauling her out of the coat closet. 

Wendy followed silently behind, turning just before closing the door for a last glance, and favouring me with a smile that lit up the whole room. “Now, remember, Hank – just a quick mouthful then come join us. Ruth and I both want to see you take your first cock in your juicy cunt.”

“You may have to fight to see who gets to eat that cream pie,” I told Wendy. With the door ajar, I caught sounds of drunken laughter and glimpses of bovine young friends of the groom. The thrill of enjoying the affections of Henrietta’s maiden experiment in cocksucking just yards away from dozens of people caused my knob to throb in her mouth.

“I’m more interested in seeing if you can get it up again to fill my aching box, Jeff. Licking your hard cock has got me soaking wet. Remember what I said earlier. This is one of those times that a hard cock is what I crave.”

“What about fucking the best man instead of me? Seems appropriate for the maid of honour. ”

“Are you joking? Eric’s big brother is such a lunkhead. All the beer he’s swilling, I bet it’s a week until he’s able to get hard. And Melody Ann has told every girl at school about his midget dick. That girl knows cocks, and says he has neither the meat nor the motion.”

Hank still said nothing, concentrating instead on long licks of her tongue up the underside of my shaft, then wrapping her lips around the head to suck off my pre-cum.

Wendy sighed, and said one last thing before she shut the door. “Maybe Kimmy will loan me Eric as a pre-wedding present.”

In the silence left behind, Hank finally spoke. “Sucking you has made my pussy all wet too, Mr. Hunter. Want a taste?”

Hank rose gracefully up off her knees. With two hands, she lifted the hem of her dress, revealing cute girlish white cotton panties emblazoned with roses. I shifted as best I could in the cramped coat room to see a front view of what she was about to uncover. It was a tad disappointing that instead of dropping her underwear, she slid a long middle finger under the leg elastic. The combination of shyness and wantonness quickly overwhelmed my sadness, especially the way in which, after being tentative initially, she vigourously waggled the finger deep into her honey pot. I saw her knees shaking. Her eyes closed. For a moment, she was in another world, by herself, enjoying her own familiar touch.

I began to be a bit worried she might collapse into a heap on the floor. Perhaps Ruth shared my concern, stepping a half step forward, reaching her hands out at just the right height to catch Hank under the arms if she fell. Or, as I reflect back now, the perfect height to massage Hank’s tits. Knowing Ruth, perhaps it was the latter. I never found out because, at virtually the same time, two things happened.

Hank extracted her dripping finger out from under her panties, raising it and offering the sample of nectar in Ruth’s direction. Before Ruth could move in response, the door creaked open again.

“Mom!” Kimmy commanded sternly, “we need you now. Greta is going ballistic. The food is getting cold. And if we don’t start eating soon, I think Melody Ann will decide she’s getting thirty and hungry and start eating cock and drinking cum.”

Hank giggled. “Right out in the middle of the restaurant?”

“Maybe. So far I caught her feeling up a waiter in the hallway to the ladies room. Then she tried to take one of the ushers out to the parking lot. Plus I heard the busboy asking her to go smoke dope in the loading dock. So she has lots of choices.”

It was Ruth’s turn to laugh. “I would love to see the look on Greta Mason’s face if Melody Ann started to pull a train in the middle of the room.”

“I’d love to see if Greta got excited enough to let Wendy munch her carpet. My maid of honour has a strange attraction to Eric’s Mom.” Kimmy replied.

“We could also find out just how uptight Eric’s Dad really is. The poor guy is so henpecked, I sometimes wonder if Greta has his balls in a jar in the bathroom at home,” Ruth added.

While this banter was going on, Hank dropped back onto her knees and began amusing herself rolling my cock in her palms, occasionally pecking at the head with her lips, then tasting the shaft. Clearly she was enjoying the new discovery, having fun exploring male anatomy up close. “Hmmm…I wonder how Mr. Mason’s cock compares to Jeff’s,” she mused.

“Wow! Sounds like we have a fast and eager student here, Ruth,” Wendy said, leaning over to give Hank a farewell peck on the cheek before she took Ruth’s hand and skipped out the door to rejoin the main party.

“Looks like we have our own private party now,” I said.

“Finally. I gotta tell you, Jeff, I was kind of nervous with Wendy and Ruth here. They raise your expectations, and I felt a bit pressured. Now that they’re gone, I can just enjoy you all to myself.”

“I thought you wanted to share.”

“I wanted Wendy to share. As in, not hog you all to herself. Now that I have you, I want it all.” 

She was panting, excited and exhausted. “Do you want to taste my pussy juice before you cum?”

“What I really want is to eat your wet cunt, then cum inside you, but there really isn’t room here.”

“Wendy would be really mad if she missed that, too. Would Ruth be upset?” Hank shifted up off the floor, still gripping Seymour the one-eyed monster.

“She wouldn’t mind as much if she got a taste of cream pie afterwards.”

Hanks scooted her finger under her skirt again, extracting dripping ooze. I bent forward and sucked it like a Popsicle. Meanwhile, Hank resumed manipulating my cock, rubbing it against her midsection. The silky fabric of her dress teased Seymour into thinking he was about to receive an even better treat. But it was not to be.

“My parents think I’m sleeping at Wendy’s, so I could stay over with you and Ruth, if you want.”

My mind immediately flashed on my promise to take Kimmy for a late night clit piercing. Seymour sagged in confusion. Hank pouted. “Did I push too hard? Wendy’s always telling me I scare guys away by being too aggressive, but that’s who I am.”

“No, no, I was just thinking about your great offer. I have plans right after the dinner. How about you head over to the house with Wendy and Ruth? Kimmy and I can catch up later.”

This excited Hank so much, she started breathing rapidly, her cheeks turning pink. Seymour pulsed elatedly as well. This reminded Hank of her unfinished business. She leaned closer, not hard in the cramped closet. She joined her lips to mine, one hand gripping the back of my head, making sure I did not back away from her tongue twisting kiss until she had fully experienced her taste returned from me. The hug trapped Seymour upright between our bodies, eagerly waggling, like a dog begging to be walked.

Finally, she came up for air. “Any more of that, and I’ll have to fuck you standing up against the coats.”

“As great as that sounds, we’ll save that for the reception. Right now, I better finish my job, before Greta comes looking for me. Ohhh…Seymour seems to find that idea exciting.” 

Hank cupped my cockhead in her fingers, twisting me gently. “Naughty Seymour wants to thaw Greta the ice queen I think. But this load is mine.”

She dropped her head smoothly down over the top of my cock, as if she was a professional blowjob artist. In a single gulp, she took me to the root, her throat muscles massaging the tip while her tongue twisted around the shaft. Her strong fingers continued kneading my balls. 

I wondered briefly whether she would know that the tightening of my scrotum, balanced within her palm, signaled that my explosion was near. Should I really tap her head? Before I sorted this out, Hank began a fierce bobbing up and down, no longer just deep throating me. My cock head would slide out so it was just held between her gentle lips. Each time it reached that portal, she flicked it with her tongue, tasting the precum, polishing the soft helmet with her full lips. This moment was accompanied by vigorous rubbing of my shaft in her fist. One, two, three pumps, she seemed to count. Then she would run her tongue down the shaft, on the underside, wrap it around the root once, lick the underside of the head, and swallow me again. 

I dissolved into the joyful sensation surging through my veins, my eyes shut, isolated from the noise of the rehearsal party. Ruth, Kimmy, even Wendy, were no longer won my mind. I was enveloped by the enthusiasm of Henrietta.

Hank was systematic, it seemed. Or maybe I imagined that I counted exactly ten bobbing actions, followed by an even dozen soft kisses fluttering in a ring around the ridge below my cockhead. This was all accompanied by feverish rubbing of my shaft from the root to the underside of my cockhead. My balls tensed again, begging for relief. Seymour throbbed. Hank paused, smiling adoringly at Seymour, and then beaming up at me in the dim light of the coat room. She licked my slit once more. With ease suggest good coaching from Wendy, Hank slurped Seymour deep into her throat, stuck a finger into my anus to cue my prostate, releasing a gush of goo. She suctioned it down her throat, milking me completely with her fist.

After Seymour rewarded her with one final spurt, she backed off, grinning.

“Goodness, Jeff. That was even better than I imagined. If all cum tastes that good, I mean to eat it constantly. Starting tonight. As soon as I clean Seymour up, I hope you’ll excuse me. There’s lots of fresh meat out there, and I need to go on safari. But don’t worry. I’m still going home a virgin. To your home, at least.”

Chuckling happily, her expensive hair now totally in ruins, Hank proceeded to bathe my cock with her tongue. Once she was done, she stood, offering me a taste of myself, delivered by another tonsil tossing kiss. We were still clenched together when the door burst open.




Kissing The Bride: Rehearsal 02



“Has any one seen Henrietta?” It was Greta. “Hey- what the devil are you two up to. Jeff- what would Ruth say, taking advantage of the bridesmaids? And Henrietta. I always thought you were a nice young lady until this moment. I am very disappointed in you.”

“I’m not,” Hank managed to answer before she burst out laughing. I was still roaring with laughter as Hank exited the cloak room, leaving me there with Greta’s disapproval. Then I noticed that Greta’s eyes were locked on Seymour, still dangling half erect out of my pants.

“See anything you like Greta?”

She blushed, but then she shut the door without leaving. “I saw Ruth drag Wendy out of here earlier. I didn’t realize she left you in here with Henrietta. I guess that means she knows what a naughty man you are.” Her eyes never stopped staring at my cock, which responded with an amazing recovery to full manliness. 

“Yes, I’m very naughty. And I intend to show you just how nasty I can be when I’m engorged. Turn around and lean against that counter.”

Greta gasped in shock. One hand was still on the doorknob, but she didn’t twist it. She wanted this as much as I did, but I knew I needed to let her hide her lust a while longer. I grasped her free hand, and twirled her quickly around. My other hand slid roughly up her body, ending up with a handful of surprising firm tit, encased in some sort of prehistoric bra.

“Please, Jeff,” Greta panted as I worked her boob out of its prison, nibbling her neck at the same time. “I haven’t been with anyone but my husband.”

“Never?”

“No. Well, not a man anyway.”

Now she giggled girlishly, enjoying her own memories, or possibly reacting to my expert fingers twisting her nipple. I released her wrist. I bumped my pelvis against her rump. She instinctively reached forwarded and leaned against the counter with both hands. I started to lift her dress with one hand, the other now switching nipples. I tasted blood from her earlobe.

“Ouch. Does Ruth like it rough too?”

“Why do you ask?” My fingers found ‘old lady panties’, full size baggy nylon drawers. I didn’t bother being nice. I ripped them off briskly. Greta shifted her legs a bit wider apart. Tilting her hips against my erection.

“I saw her playing with the waitress when we were at the caterer’s last weekend. It reminded me so much of before I was married, and I worked retail. I loved when older women asked me to help them in the change rooms. But I gave all that up when I had Eric.”

Greta gasped as I slammed Seymour deep into her pussy without warning or further foreplay. Despite her earlier anger, she was damp with arousal.

“Admit it, you’re a horny bitch.”

“Yes, I am a horny wet cunt wanting a long fat cock like yours. Fuck me.”

She humped back vigourously against me. As we fucked, she said, “I thought the rest of my life was just going to be a long sentence of missionary position sex every Saturday after bridge night, or every third Friday after his poker games. Gawd, how many Fridays did I pray he’d get drunk, and I might get to screw which ever buddy drove him home? But no. Not my husband. He’s not a real man like you.”

Seymour took a while to approach orgasm. I had lost count of how much I had cum already. Greta seemed to enjoy the delay, though. I had time to run through a wide range of tactics with tongue, teeth and fingers. First I licked her neck right at the hairline. Then I squeezed her tits roughly together, twisting the nipples. Using them as handles, I was rocking her savagely against her when I felt her first orgasm. She came so loudly, I wondered if our spouses could hear outside. Still, she did not miss a beat, greedily clenching her pussy walls around my shaft.

She grasped one of my hands and led it to her clit. I caught her pearl between my thumb and forefinger, pinching hard, spare fingers caressing her labia. I bent her further forward, and with my other hand explored her anus. She came the second time as those fingers slid inside her anal ring. “Oh, Jeff, please, don’t fuck my ass, not tonight. Another time.”

It was that image, and the promise of more nights fucking this silent savage that drove me past the brink again, my cum a mere drizzle, but sufficient that after one last cry of delight. She suddenly turned back into a proper mother of the groom, straightening her clothing and patting her hair. She revealed her hidden charm one more time, however. Just before opening the door, she turned to me and said, “Jeff…can you give my thighs a quick kiss to check for cum trails dribbling down my legs?”

I was happy to oblige. Once my head was underneath Greta’s skirt, she turned the tables of control around, holding my head captive, directing my mouth to her sloppy cunt. I resisted playfully, preferring to spend a moment teasing her strong thighs, tasting myself on her flesh. “You did say you want be clean,” I said, though I doubted she heard me. 

After searching for each bit of escaping sperm, I explored her labia for semen, carefully separating her flesh like flower petals. My teeth sample her tender folds of skin. I slowly thrust my tongue deep within her pussy. Only then did I tickle her clit with my tongue, teasing it. I bounced it up and down, toying with her. She shivered in ecstasy, leaning on the counter to steady her shaky knees. Her clit was sticking straight out, begging for attention. Knowing now how sensitive her ass was, I paused, kneading her buttocks while I slid my tongue up the length of her slit, distracting her. My teeth closed tightly on her tender button just at the moment my finger pierced inside her anus. Greta roared loudly, her orgasm echoing inside the tiny room.

It took over forty minutes after Greta entered before we finally left the coat room. By then, dinner was over. Ruth saw us coming out of the closet. She walked over. “Greta, darling. I hope you and Jeff enjoyed yourselves in there. I suspect I know what you got up to. Or where Seymour got up, anyhow. Don’t worry, Greta. I figured if you were having a treat, your hubby should too, so I had Melody Ann fake being ill, and asked him to drive her home. About now, she probably has his cock well into her throat.
 Jeff- Kimmy says she wants you to take her for her gift now.”

Wendy and Henrietta came over and joined us. Ruth continued, “You’ll have to excuse us, I promised these girls a nightcap.” She linked an arm through each of theirs. They started almost skipping out towards the parking lot. Ruth turned and said, “Greta, you’re welcome to join us.”

But I noticed that Greta had locked her eyes on the last usher still lingering, a tall blonde Scandinavian swimmer. “That’s okay, Ruth, I think I’ll be fine,” she said.

I went off in search of Kimmy and further adventures.