1 comments/ 132955 views/ 7 favorites Kissing the Bride: Wedding Gown By: sirhugs "Kissing the bride is such a sexist tradition." "You would prefer that guests just fuck the bride?" I joked. Kimmy's reply shocked me. "You would just love that, wouldn't you Jeff?" Then she stuck her tongue out at me. "You are such a perv." Though no prude, she was by all appearances conventional about sex. I enjoyed teasing her about the contrast between her gender liberation and her sexual conservatism. Occasionally, I hinted at the 'open marriage' lifestyle I shared with her mother, but never to explicitly. There were certain rules that Ruth, my wife, Kimmy's mom, insisted on. Not letting family know was one of them. Like her mother, my step daughter liked to defy expectations. Ever since she was a young girl, life played by Kimmy's rules, not the other way around. Now as she her wedding approached, her mother, and her future mother, wanted to run it all. Kimmy would have none of that. So, since her biological father was again half way around the world on an oil rig, she turned to me to mediate. My reward was watching her, now a week before the wedding, model gowns for me. The stuffy traditional model favoured by the mothers, and the low-cut backless sheer designer gown she preferred. With both of them, she wore stay up stockings and an under wire half cup bra. I was so busy bobbing my eyes from her legs to her chest I barely registered the dresses. Still, while she switched back into her casual clothes behind her half shut door, I had sensibly agreed with her choice. When she emerged, tiny diamond glistening in her 'slut gut', I had a hard time not preferring the loveliness of her tan legs bared against the ivory hose, and her extraordinarily large but naturally firm breasts hardly needed the enhancement of the bra. 'But why,' I puzzled, 'did she want the demi-cup? What if her nipples got stiff?' As quickly as her tongue snaked out to tease me, it hid again in her pearly white teeth, as we sat in the kitchen to await her Mom's arrival. Kimmy's full lips turned up in a tiny 'just kidding' smile. Images of that tongue tip caressing the slit of my manhood made my cock stir in my shorts. Kimmy's knee chose that moment to bump mine. Did I just imagine her hand brushing my knee? "Which would you like better, Jeff, your turn fucking the bride, or watching everyone else do it first?" Kimmy leaned back in her chair, away from the kitchen table. Her breasts bounced with a nineteen year old's firmness. This time her cheeks flushed, not blushed. Then, she saw an opening to put me back on the defensive. "Like my titties, do you Jeff? I bet you wish Mom had big boobs like these. I'm lucky the women on my Dad's side gave me favorable genetics." If she hoped to embarrass me, she turned it on herself. My semi tumescent organ surged to full erection, the tip ticking my leg at the edge of my shorts. Her nipples stiffened as she contemplated what she had just said. The red of her face deepened to scarlet. Time to cool this down or I would be in real trouble. "Well, it's too bad your Dad isn't here to help control your mother." "No one can control Mom, you know that. His attempts to try to control her are what split them up. You are so much smarter to treat her with respect for her independence. I respect you so much for that. Mom can be such a pain in the ass." "Well you inherited that from her, I guess." Kimmy shoot her tongue out from her teeth again, letting it linger a bit longer. "So, do you fantasize about fucking brides in general, or just me?" That question definitely gave Kimmy the upper hand. I felt my cheeks blush warmly. "I bet you pretend it's me when you fuck Mom. Don't you, you old perv?" I was too shell shocked to answer. My cock started shrinking from shame, but then images of how Kimmy might look naked, bent over the kitchen table, my eight inches plowing her doggy style, returned me to full erection. "You do. I knew it. Does Mom know?" "There's nothing to know." "You liar." "It's not like I've ever seen you naked. How much fun could it be fantasizing about you?" "You mean you wish you could see these?" Kimmy whipped her T shirt over her head, holding her arms up. Her braless breasts rose with the motion, pink nipples extended towards me. "Kimmy, your Mom will be home any minute." "So? I bet she'd get really wet if she came in and saw you licking my cherries." Still, she let the shirt fall back down her body. My cock drooped as it dropped. "There's nothing cherry about you." Renewing the banter made fresh blood surge into my cock. "Oh, yeah, Mom's been great about letting Eric and I fuck in my bedroom. Too bad we had to wait until I was eighteen before she would allow it. My Dad would have freaked, and doing it in Eric's compact car would have sucked, so we had to wait. I'm really lucky Eric was patient." "Did you at least blow him in the car?" I couldn't believe I was having this conversation. Kimmy had never lived full time with us, but in the ten years I had lived with her mom, she had visited often, sometimes for extended periods, since her dad traveled to job sites often. She was not quite a daughter to me. I had never tried to be a Dad. I had never disciplined her (except in my dreams). Still, we were too close for this sort of chat. My mentioning her blowing her boyfriend created disturbing pictures in my mind. I had never seen Eric's cock naked, but judging from the bulge in his pants, it was medium length but fat. In my twisted brain, I imagined Kimmy's lush lips stretched wide, her head bobbing up and down, swallowing his cock whole, her fist pumping the shaft on the up strokes of her head, squeezing his balls on the down strokes. When I was fucking her Mom and thinking off Kimmy, it was my cock in the fantasy. Putting Eric in the picture was a new taboo. It made my cock throb harder. "No, I never did. I told Eric that if we started down that road, either I would do something I would regret, and resent him for, or he would get really frustrated. Being older, he had lots of experience with older girls. So I just told him to get his on the side. That was Mom's idea." I wondered whether her Mom had recommended getting some on the side with a testimonial based on personal practice. "Are you paying attention, Jeff? Where's your brain?" My brain was too busy picturing Eric's cum dribbling from Kimmy's lips. "But you won't quite be a virgin bride." "The only thing virgin about me is my anus. I told Eric I'm saving that for the wedding night. Eric ass fucked that slut Melody Ann Thomas, and was all hot to bugger me, but I made him wait. Do you think I'll like it?" I'm sure my face was crimson. My cock was now so hard that instead of snaking down the leg of my shorts, it strained the top button. I stroked it without thinking whether Kimmy would notice. "Does Mom like anal?" Kimmy asked, now looking sheepish. "I think you would need to ask her that." I wasn't about to tell her that her Mom had a bad experience with a boss with too big a cock, and had sworn off anal years before we met. Especially since the boss had been her lover while still married to Kimmy's Dad. "Has Eric been your only lover?" I asked, trying to turn the focus away from her Mom and me, and our odd marriage. Kimmy blushed again, hanging her head. Her bangs hid her face but not her embarrassment. "You remember how Eric and I had that big fight after he sided with his Mom about holding the wedding at the castle? I already agreed to include that bitch Melody Ann as a bridesmaid just to even out the numbers, because Eric's mom wanted all those guys as ushers. I was really angry. Wendy took me out drinking to calm down. Instead of cooling off though, I got really horny dancing at Chico's." Chico's was the latest dance club popular with kids. I felt like a grandpa every time I went there, but had stopped in often enough to now that the driving music, the heaving boobs in slinky tops, the guys in tight jeans, all spelled troubling amounts of pheromones in the air. I had no luck finding women there, but often brought new fantasies home to Ruth, or whatever fuck buddy I was stopping off to see on the way. "So, what happened?" "We met these guys. Firemen. We were so drunk; we thought it was funny when they offered to show us their hoses." "There were two guys?" "Three." "Did you…?" "Yes. They were married guys, so we got a hotel room. There were two double beds in the room. Wendy paired of with one guy, Warren. He was the oldest, about thirty. Red hair like Eric, but not as tall. Very muscular. At first, I just sat on the other bed in between the other two guys watching and Wendy making out. You know how Wendy has smaller tits than me?" I just gulped. All my blood had rushed to my cock. There was none to power my brain. "Wendy's chest always looks nice to me." I admitted finally. "But , of course, I've never seen her naked." "Yeah, Warren liked them too. They don't droop at all even braless. She got his shirt off first. I almost came looking at his pecs. Dennis having a paw inside my bra tweaking my nipple helped too." "Dennis?" "The guy on my right. Blond. A rookie. In fact, Warren was his training officer. They had told their wives it was night orientation. The one on my left was Hispanic. Cruz. He was compact, tight, all muscle." "You were saying about Wendy's tits…" "Warren finally got her sweater off. She was braless of course. Her cherries really are the color and size of maraschinos. If I hadn't seen them after she showered, I would think she had rouged them." Imaging Wendy showering was almost too much. I was now openly rubbing my cock through my shorts. I noticed that Kimmy's nipples tented her T-shirt even further as she continued. 'What did these girls do on their sleepovers?' I wondered. I would soon find out. "Watching Warren cup Wendy's wonderfully firm puppies in his big strong hands really got me going. He leaned over and almost inhaled her left nipple. His flaming hair contrasted with her porcelain skin just as sensuously as her raven hair. I couldn't hold myself back. I dropped my drink onto the carpet and started kissing Dennis. Cruz didn't want to get left out, so he started kissing my neck and ear from behind. Four hands practiced at working together quickly stripped my halter over my head, and loosened the zipper on my miniskirt. Dennis started with my left nipple. Warren was doing the same to Wendy. She saw how excited I was getting, so she blew me a stage kiss. Cruz noticed it. He took his hands out of my lap, where he had been trying to get my panties down. He walked across to the other bed and dropped trou. Wendy lay back. Warren didn't miss a beat, licking down her body as Cruz fed her his cock." "What were you doing then?" "Struggling to watch and get Dennis' pants off, without Dennis having to stop what he was doing to me." Kimmy paused. "You really like this, don't you? You are a total perv. I thought Mom was due home soon." "Don't stop. If she gets home, I'll just…." "Jeff! Am I your fluffer now? I get you hard so you can fuck Mom?" "Uh, no, Kimmy. That's not what I meant." I blushed. "Better keep it in your pants though. In case she objects to me seeing it." She giggled, and resumed her story. "By the time I got his pants off, Dennis was fully hard. Even though Eric was the only guy I had fucked, I had seen other cocks. Like one time, Eric and I did it in my room while Wendy's boy friend fucked her on the floor. Dennis' was longer than those, but narrow. He saw me staring at it. He said 'Never seen a perfect ass fucking cock before?'" "What is it with you guys and ass fucking anyway? ' Its not going in my ass' I told him." "That chilled him a bit. He kind of lay back pouting. So I watched Wendy deep throating Cruz. When she fucked her boyfriend, they skipped the oral. This was the first time I saw her giving head. At least to a guy. Her technique was better than mine." "Maybe it was just different," I offered. "Well, Mom taught me with a banana. But I kind of wish she had shown me using you or Eric. I've gotten better, but Wendy was a real expert. She took a firm hold of it, staring out with a single long flat tongued roll around the rim at the bottom of the head. Then she stuck her tongue into his peephole. His butt flexed as she did that. The most amazing part was she did this while Warren rimmed her navel. He was soon kissing her tummy. In one big gulp, she chugged Cruz' length into her mouth. She bobbed up and down just a few times. Then, she ran her tongue around the whole head, in slow motion. All the while, she never let go of the base. The pulsing of his cock must have hurt. He was moaning, like begging. She teased him, trailing her tongue down to the bottom of his shaft. Warren nibbled inside her left thigh and she accidentally bit Cruz' scrotum. He jumped." "What were you doing?" "I had three fingers of my left hand in my snatch, silly man, what else? Oh, I was using my right hand to tweak my nipples, teasing poor Dennis. He was still slumped in the corner, but now he was stroking his cock. Sorta like you're doing now, except naked." I gulped, trying hard to breathe. I prayed Kimmy finished before Ruth got home. But should I finish or save it for Ruth? In part, that depended on what she was up to while out. If her shopping had included a good fucking, she would let me eat the cream pie, but might be too sore for more. If she had found girly action instead, she would be craving cock, the harder the better. I noticed Kimmy was now leaning back in her chair, fingers lazily tracing circles inside her left thigh as she continued. "Jumping hurt Cruz more, because Wendy never released his meat. His cry startled Warren, who paused to lift his head, then dove back between Wendy's thighs. She licked the top of Cruz' shaft, then offered to kiss his balls better. Of course, he liked that idea." Kimmy grinned at the memory. Her fingers now slid up under the school uniform skirt. 'Why is she wearing that on a Saturday?' I wondered, and then grinned myself. I realized this was no accidental event. Kimmy was really no innocent. Seeing her Mom leave, she had obviously decided to seize the opportunity. Maybe Ruth had even been part of the scheme. It had her touch to it. I sat back, waiting to se where this all lead. Kimmy's fingers moved faster as she picked up her story. "Wendy twisted around. Warren lost contact with her pussy for a moment. But firemen are trained to react to the unexpected. Instantly, he was on his back underneath her, licking up the juices sluicing down her thighs. I knew then what I needed to do. I dropped to my knees between the beds. I unzipped Warren's pants. His one-eyed monster burst up so fast it almost hit my chin. I copied Wendy's style. Warren seemed to like that." "What did Eric think when you came home with new moves?" Ruthie's philandering habits had been betrayed by new techniques. I wondered if Kimmy's beau would be as adaptable as me. I sensed marriage would never rein Kimmy in. "I brought Wendy over, and we play acted her teaching me. Eric loved providing the demonstration cock." Her hand lifted her skirt as her fingers eased under the edge of her lacy thong. She smiled, as sweetly as the little girl I first met a decade ago. "I see you like this." "Go on." "I was concerned that Dennis might try fucking my ass as I knelt there, so I didn't polish Warren's wood for long. Instead, I climbed right atop his upright hose. I was so wet he sunk in up to the hilt without a pause. He was so big it hurt until I got my rhythm going. Dennis was still in the corner. He seemed unable to decide whether to stare at my tits flop up and down, or Wendy suctioning Cruz down her throat. So I took pity on him and called him to get his cock over for tonguing. His cock hit the back of my throat, but it was thin enough I could breathe around it pretty easily. Even though his was only the third cock I had swallowed, I figured out how to deep throat him. He had been wanking so much, he came almost immediately. Meanwhile, Wendy proved those years of ballet lessons were worth something. She spun around to sit on Warren still, but facing me. She never stopped sucking Cruz." Kimmy's skirt was bunched up around her waist. Her thong was shoved aside. Her long index finger stroked her slit progressively faster as she spoke. Her eyes moved from mine, traveling down my body. "I don't care if Mom likes it or not. I need to see your cock, Jeff. Staring at that lump in your shorts has got me wet, but even if you need to save your load for Mom, please let me see it. Or I won't continue." "Why do you want to see your old step father's cock? A cock is just a cock." "Seeing how pervy you are has turned me on incredibly, just seeing it will help me cum. I bet you'd like me to touch you. Lick you. Swallow you. Then fuck you. Gawd, you must imagine that I'm as big a slut as Melody Ann. Which I'm not. I love teasing you, but I never thought of going even this far before today. You've been so kind, and you're not even my real dad. But know, we're getting carried away. Besides, even if I would let you do those things, we don't have time for all that before Mom gets home. Please show me? Pleeeease." She licked her lips wantonly, but then gave me that little girl pout she used for years to get treats. My resistance melted away. I stood and slowly teased her unzipping my shorts. Kimmy leaned forward in her chair, her giant boobs squashed together, displayed to my gaze. Her breathing was shallower, her nipples even stiffer. I paused, my hand holding the zipper. "Say more to see more." "Seymour? Should we call your cock Seymour, Jeff? I think that's its new name." "What happened next? You had Dennis in your throat, Warren in your pussy. Wendy was on Warren's face, with Cruz in her mouth." "Warren was so worked up he didn't last much longer. Watching Wendy's perfect tiny white tits with those huge red nipples sticking out at me had me even more excited. I was really anxious to lick them, but first, I wanted to trade cumballs with her. I came a few moments after Warren." "Hold on. Trade cumballs with Wendy? Was that something you had done before?" "Show more Seymour before I tell more." I lower the zipper another inch. The helmet of my organ was now half exposed, straining to be released. Kimmy licked her lips. "We screwed in the same room, like I said, but because the guys were there, we didn't kiss. We only do that in private. No point freaking the boys. But I wanted to kiss her so badly that time in my room that when Dennis painted my tonsils, I knew we had to share." Kimmy grasped her right nipple in her fingers and pulled it hard, twisting at the same time. Her left hand was deep in her pussy. "Your nipples are so neat, Kimmy. Ever think of getting one pierced?" "No. That slut Melody Ann has two nipple rings. I never would copy her. If I get another piercing, it'll be in my pussy lips. How about that for a wedding present from my step dad?" "Lets seee…" "Okay." Kimmy leaned back, and lifted her ankles onto the table. She opened her legs as far as possible and with both hands pulled her pussy wide. "I thought right about heeeere….".She caressed a spot just below her clit on her inner labia. "I can't tell if that's the lip or the clit hood, let me lean in closer." "Not yet, you dirty old man." Kimmy dropped her feet to the floor. Her finger continued stroking inside her lips, but the table hid them from my view. I watched how even this gentle hand motion translated into playful bouncing boobs. "It's a deal if I can watch you getting pierced. Now tell me more about you and Wendy. Quickly, before Mom gets home." "As if squared." "Huh?" Kissing the Bride: Wedding Gown "As if by watching you'd see any more than I already showed. And as if Mom would be shocked to hear about Wendy and me. But yeah, you can watch. I like being watched." Kimmy winked, and sighed, apparently enjoying this extra knowing that it would lead to more. "But it's time to see Seymour." I thought for an instant that she would reach around and rip my zipper down. Her hand shifted in my direction. Maybe she was thinking about it. Whether it was Ruth's possible return, or some remaining reluctance to move to that next stage, she stopped and gestured, miming unzipping. I eased the zipper a fraction lower, just even for the crown of my tool to burst forward. It forced the teeth wider, ripping the shorts open, driven by excitement and gravity. About half my tumescent shaft poked free on display. My hand rested just below. "Wendy has always been like a hot flame, with me as the moth drawn to the flame. As with Eric, I resisted. When she slept over, I would stroke myself asleep with a hand buried in my pussy after seeing her body naked. I knew if I ever touched her, there would be no turning back." "What changed that?" "My birthday party. Remember how we got in trouble for spiking the punch?" "Your Mom found out when Wendy barfed in the rose garden, I recall." "Well, Mom knew something was going on when she caught Melody Ann blowing Uncle Don in the den. Even if that slut lives next door, I really hated her being at the party. Wendy and I spent most of the time drinking while she tried to calm me down. Eric got bored and left." "I remember Melody Ann running home half naked. I never knew she was with Donnie." Knowing Kimmy's distaste for Melody Ann, I stopped short of adding "lucky guy". I thought it instead. "Wendy drank so much she was in no shape to drive home. She had to sleep over. Maybe the booze broke through the barriers. She started it when she got out of the shower. I was lying under the covers, naked, waiting my turn in the bathroom. She asked me to wait a minute. Said she had another present for me. She slid under the comforter and started caressing my shoulder, then massaging my back. I was so stupid, I thought that was the gift, and thanked her. She said there was a lot more. Then she spooned up behind me, her warm body pressed close to me. She started by nibbling my ear. Then kissed down my neck, and tasted my shoulder. I was getting really turn on, so I was glad she rolled me over to face her. We shared our first real kiss. I still can recall how she tasted of mouthwash. Thank god that hid the booze and the vomit, or I would have backed away. Once we started though, there was no turning back. Her lips were soft as baby's skin and she knew how to kiss better than anyone else, man or boy. She slipped the tip of her tongue between my teeth just as I opened my mouth. It was like a private dance, where we shared the choreography without words." Kimmy paused. A shudder ran through her body. Despite my good intentions to save my load for Ruth, my hand flexed around my cock as I watched my step daughter orgasm. This time, she did not demand to see more before saying more. "She kissed me hungrily, as if she had been without food or water for a week. Her teeth gnawed my lower lip. She must have wanted blood, because I could taste it. Afterwards, she joked about that. 'Blood sisters' she said, 'like blood brothers, but softer and tastier.'" Kimmy stared at my hard cock, now fully exposed, though my balls were still hidden in my shorts. "Your pee hole is starting to pulse, Jeff. Better dial it back. Maybe we should stop now." "No, I want to hear more. After you finish telling me about Wendy, see if you have time to finish the story about the firemen." "Okay, show me Seymour's jewels. Then sit down, and stop playing with yourself. We don't want Mom pissed off, do we?" I nudged my shorts off. Any reasoning about limits was long past. Kimmy now controlled me as fully as her mother did. She let me stand there in the kitchen, naked below the waist, hardness in hand. "Lift Seymour, stretch your sac for me." Her tongue ran over her red lips, curling them into a wicked grin. I sat. Suddenly, she whipped her T-shirt off completely. Before I could move or speak, she ran around the table and tied my wrists to my chair. "I hope you Mom doesn't see us like this." "Hush. I can untie you before she gets in from the garage. I'll just run to my room. If you don't get your shorts up, that's your problem," Kimmy laughed. "I'll just tell her I wanted to be ready to please her. That usually works. Please finish about Wendy and your birthday." "She paused to taste my blood. I was so focused on the kiss; I almost didn't notice her nails grazing my nipples. Want more about the kiss before I move on?" I nodded, unable to speak. "Wendy explored my mouth with her tongue. Without being asked, I copied her as best as I could. I think she touched every spot inside me. At least at that end. She did my other end later. I was shaking with excitement. After wanting Wendy, watching her, it was really happening. Every cell in my body hummed. I had never felt so alive. I was ready to try everything. I prayed she would keep going. I wanted to scream, but she kept her lips tight against mine. By then, her hands were tracing patterns around my tits. She kept hefting them, testing the weight like Mom picking melons at the market. The sensation was driving me insane. My hips started bucking against her thigh. Eventually, she removed her tongue from my mouth. She grazed across my cheek, as I got used to her touch. I had my first orgasm right about then. It was so much more intense than any Eric ever started. Better even than touching myself. And she was no where near my clit, except her thigh. She held me tightly until the waves slowed. Then she licked down from my chin to my tits. She clearly was fascinated by my boobs. She nuzzled them, dragging her hair across my curves. Then she would peck at them like a bird, teasing not just the nipples, but the weighty bits too. As she did that, she pulled on my nipples, so I copied her. Because hers are half rounds, they wouldn't stretch much, but it really made her moan when I tried. Do yours stretch much?" Kimmy reached over and twisted my right nipple, drawing it away from my torso. Pain surged through my chest, but by the time it flowed to my cock it was just an intense wave of heat. My cock perked right up. "It looks like a doggy begging for treats." "Woof woof." I realized that Kimmy had crossed another line by touching me. Was she tempted to touch my barking cock? Did I want that? I knew I wanted Kimmy, but now was awkward timing. "Satisfied with your test? How do I compare with Wendy?" "Hers are softer. Yours are like old balloons that lost their air. Or used condoms. Her are like fresh chewed bubble gum, still warm out of your mouth. As I tested her nubbins, Wendy stroked my sides, circling around by bum and up my back, then lifting my tits up to be kissed some more. Each time she repeated that, her thumbs teased closer to my pussy, just scooting around the edges of it. I suddenly was consumed by lust, and took the initiative. I forced my hand between our bodies, and plunged it deeply into her cunt, just like I craved from her. She was wet down her inner thighs to her knees. She trapped my arm there and fucked me. Or I fucked her. The language doesn't really fit well for what we did. She came with urgency, her muscles clenching on my hand. She swallowed my tit to keep from screaming. She bit down so hard; I bet I still have the hickey. The shiver ran through both of us, as we orgasmed simultaneously. The heat in my pussy was still unbearable. I continued the aggression, pushing down on Wendy's head. She obeyed, kissing and licking my abdomen. I only waited for a few moments of that. Then I pushed her lower." Kimmy was lost in her story, but she absentmindedly twisted both my nipples. "Wendy reached up and twisted my cherries a bit like I just did to you. I swatted at her hands. She took the hint and used them to trace my thighs. She licked a bit of my nectar off her fingers, pausing to tease me. She did that with her tongue too, stabbing at my slit without entering. Then, gently, she kissed my swollen pussy lips." She paused. "Like this." She leaned over and tenderly gnawed my mouth, lingering momentarily. "Expect it was your pussy." My cock ached even more as it throbbed in response to the kiss. Kimmy stood beside me. I sensed her gaze was down to my lap. "Exactly. I was throbbing and swollen like you are now. But still, I felt very girlish. My moans were childlike whimpers. I started holding my breath, afraid Wendy would not like my sounds. I pushed my hips up to her lips. Still, Wendy denied me. Just the touch of her hair trailing against my skin made me tingle. She brushed her lips along the tender skin inside my thighs, teasing me with her warm breath. She settled between my knees, a hand resting on each of my legs. Wendy looked up at me. 'Kimmy, you are the most beautiful girl in the world. I have wanted you forever, I can stand sharing you with Eric, but I must have you. Not just now, but always.'" "Wow. That's intense. Almost scary." "I was at the point where I wanted her tongue so much, I had no choice. It didn't matter, though. Wendy was the one I always wanted. I knew it in that moment. Eric is okay for a starter husband, but there is only one Wendy." "Then it's perfect that she's your maid of honor." "Maid. That's a good one. Wendy is as horny as Melody Ann and I put together. Especially if she starts drinking. But my birthday, it was more than alcohol, or lust. I don't know if its love, not like romantic love. No flowers or chocolates or harp music. It's a deeper connection, sorta spiritual. It was like I was the altar, she was the priest and my pussy was the cup holding the sacrament. My lips opened like flower petals. My senses were so focused that I thought I heard them gasping for attention. It might have been Wendy, slurping wetness off my thighs. She licked all around the edges, mixing in tiny kisses, teasing the bottom of the slit with one thumb. Then she ran her flat tongue up her pussy, just one long slow stroke." "What were you doing?" "Praying Wendy would switch to a 69 position. Frightened of it too. I had never tasted a woman other than myself, but Wendy looked and smelled so great." "What's her pussy like?" "She leaves her pussy hair natural. The dense black bush contrasts with her white skin and the bright red pussy lips inside. She was so busy eating me, shifting was impossible. I could only lay there. I pulled my tits to either side so I could see Wendy eating me. Since my fingers were there anyway, I played with my nipples. Sorta like this." Pausing, she grabbed my right teat again, yanking it harder than ever. She groaned, a sure sign that she left hand was duplicating the effect on her own nub. Kimmy released my aching nipple, and resumed. "Wendy stopped there for a moment, and whispered about how much and how long she had ached to kiss me, touch me, love me. How she liked the softness of my body. She actually thought that it was sexier than her hard body with the six-pack abs. If I wasn't lying down, I might have swooned. I was – I am- still self-conscious about my tummy. Wendy loved it. Even while she cleaned cream off my thighs; she kept stroking the little paunch around my diamond. She told me I tasted even better than in her dreams. I think I was ready to come again right then. She startled me by suddenly lifting herself up my body and kissing me. I could taste myself on her lips. The shock wave suddenly switched into an orgasmic wave. Eric seldom went down on me. He certainly never kissed me after. If anybody had asked me how I would enjoy it, I would have freaked. I'm glad Wendy just did it without asking." She twisted my left nipple. "Hey, I have a great idea," she said, running down the hall, "don't move." As if I could move while tied to the chair. I suddenly remember though that Ruth might return any moment. "But what about your Mom." "Fuck her if she can't take a joke." Kimmy shouted from her bedroom. She emerged seconds later. She had shed the schoolgirl kilt and put on the 'slutty bride' wedding dress. In her hand she held two small silver antique looking butterfly clips. "Wendy bought these for me for an engagement present." Moving quickly, she clamped the teeth of the clips around my nipples. "There, very pretty nipple clips, don't you think? Now I can sit comfortably and watch you listen to the rest of the story." I moaned. After the shock of the initial bite of the clamps passed, what I discovered was that twisting in the chair, or straining against the binding, caused a fresh shot of pain in my chest. Otherwise, the teeth just pleasantly tingled, creating a current that warmed me and reinforced the strength of my erection. "Why the wedding dress now, Kimmy?" "I just know I'll lose this fight with Mom to and end up wearing the boring one on Saturday, so I might as well have fun with this one. And I saw how sexy you found it earlier." "Let me see if I can work on that for you." "If you can convince Mom, I'll do anything you want- oh, look, Seymour is waving at me!" My cock was indeed bobbing its head up and down as it worked to a full erection. "Seymour would like you to say more about your birthday with Wendy." "Wendy stroked and kissed my tits and tummy for a few minutes, building my anticipation. She worked back from my navel through my bush to my slit. This time there was no teasing. My clit had long since popped out of its hood. She stabbed at it with her tongue, tossing it gently. Then she ran her tongue down the left side of my open pussy, and back up the right, slurping up the sloppy juices inside. She teased my perineum with her tongue, and rimmed my anus with a fingertip. My clit stood up as erect as a little cock. Just like Seymour is now, but Seymour is far from little." Kimmy's tongue darted out again, curling over her upper lip. Her hand slipped inside the deep cut "V" of the gown, forcing the fabric on the shoulder to slip off. Her left breast popped into view, lifted by the lacy demi-cup bra. She lazily caressed her nipple. "That made me gasp. Wendy told me to be quiet. She was afraid you or Mom would come to see if we were okay. I just pushed her mouth back onto my pussy. She kept her tongue right on my button, flicking it up and around. My hips were bucking towards her lips. My juices were running in rivers down my thighs faster than she could lick them up. I couldn't take it. I came in wave after wave. Afterwards, we just lay side by side, arms linked, chests heaving. I whispered to Wendy that I wanted a turn. I rolled over and took her right nipple into my mouth. I attacked her like she did me. I licked all around the prominence. Her puffiness was so different from how my buds stick straight out." Kimmy now was staring at the ceiling, unconsciously tweaking her own nipples. "I reached a hand between Wendy's thighs. She was just as wet as I was. Her hips moved, fucking my hand. Her tiny pussy swallowed my whole fist. She almost cried when I had to shift to kiss down her tight tummy to lick her pussy. Though I couldn't keep my hand buried in her cunt; I was able to fondle her taut young ass. I could feel her quiver with excitement. She really started thrusting when my tongue found her slit. I lifted her up, gripping her asscheeks, savouring her nectar as it flowed freely. She bit her own lip to keep from waking you and Mom up when I nibbled her clit. I lightly brushed it across my tongue, and then sucked gently, squeezing her buttocks as I licked her." I watched intently as Kimmy, off in another world, shoved a hand up under the gown. The hem rose baring the tanned leg up past the garter. She vigourously stroked her own clit. I prayed Ruth was busy and would be a while. I feared, even restrained and unable to touch my cock, that it would explode coating the kitchen with cum. "Seymour likes this, Kimmy. He wants more." "Then more he shall have. But first, he shall wear this." Kimmy pulled out a burnished silver bangle, like a bracelet with a lever to close it, but smaller. "What is that?" "Wendy bought it for me. It's a cock ring to keep Eric from blowing off before I'm ready." Without waiting further, she slipped it around my shaft just above my balls. "The levered clasp adjusts to any size, but once it's on, it won't slip off by accident." "You left off with your tongue deep in Wendy." "Yeah. I wasn't sure to that point if Wendy had already orgasmed, but in a few minutes there was no doubt. She shook convulsively, her muscled tensed. Still, she begged me not to stop. I kept plunging my tongue deep inside her, fucking her with it like it was a mini cock. It was like I felt the electricity pulsing from me through her. Finally, she stopped shaking. I held her, my arms under her butt. I fell asleep with my head on her abs. We woke up early the next day. We heard Mom making pancakes. You were still asleep, so we snuck into the big shower in your bedroom and made love silently there, praying you wouldn't wake up. If I knew then what I know now about what a perv you are, maybe we would have been louder." "Was that the only time with Wendy, before the firemen?" "Oh, no, we kept it up every chance we got. On sleepovers. While studying. We fingerfucked in a carrel in the library. We kissed and played with our tits till we came under the bleachers of the football field after cheerleading practice. We did 69 the first time at Melody Ann's house- except she wasn't there. Melody Ann was on a date, so Mrs. Thomas asked Wendy to baby-sit little Ricky. I was invited over too because the Thomases were at some big dinner and would be way late." Kimmy leaned forward. The entire front of the wedding gown fell away from her chest. Both tits glistened with perspiration. My cock strained towards her. For the first time, I fought the restraints. "After Wendy put Ricky to bed, we found Mr. Thomas' porn stash. He had a thing for movies featuring girls dressed like schoolgirls or cheerleaders. After fast forwarding through about four of them, Wendy slowed the next one right down to slo-mo as the two cheerleaders 69'd in the locker room. I knew what she wanted. I slowly pushed her back on the couch. Her eyes never left the television until I lower my ass over her face. My panties had already vanished earlier, and I was soaking wet, so she got a real face full." "Was she dressed still?" "She was wearing jeans. Don't ask me why they were still on. I guess necking earlier we had just undone the top button and stuck our fingers in. I had to peel them off. We almost fell off the couch when Wendy humped her hips up so I could strip her. I got the jeans as far as her knees and just shoved her yellow thong aside. I dove in and ate her pussy like a starving woman. She only had to worry about keeping her tongue on my clit. I loved being on top. I was humping against her face, while not wasting any time swallowing her clit. I pulled it deep into my mouth and ground my teeth around the base. Wendy grunted a muffled 'ouch' from under me but I kept going, fingering her lips, alternately licking and sucking her clit. I remembered how turned on I got when she rimmed my anus with a finger. Wendy was squirming so much, my finger slid right up to the knuckle. I could feel it wagging away with my tongue right through her membrane. She was coming so loudly that Ricky woke up. I was in the middle of my own orgasm but Wendy was so startled, she sat right up, knocking me to the floor. After she got Ricky settled we just snuggled in a corner of the couch, avoiding the wet spot. We fell asleep watching Police Academy Mission to Moscow. The sound of the Thomases' car door slamming woke us up. We had just enough time to get straight before they came in the room." Kissing the Bride: Wedding Gown "I hope they didn't notice the wet stain on their couch." "Oh, Mr. Thomas did. But it looked dry by then. He just chuckled and joked about Melody Ann being hard on the furniture." "This was before the fireman incident?" "You dirty old man. You just want to hear more about Wendy and I acting slutty, don't you?" Kimmy's full boobs jiggled happily as she leaned back, laughing. "It was way before." "Did Bob Thomas do anything?" "Besides offer to walk me home and peep down at my tits? He held the door open then stood where I had to brush past him and feel his hard cock to go through. But he's too pussy whipped to try anything overt." Melody Ann's mother, Sadie Thomas, was the town clerk. Very bookish, very stern. Rumour was though that in high school, she had been a hot babe. Bob had been the star quarterback who blew out his knee freshman year of college and now sold used cars. I shook my head to displace images of Sadie as dominatrix over subbie Bob. Kimmy laughed louder. "Melody Ann says she found a strap-on in her mother's dresser. Wonder if she uses that on Mr. T?" "Are you avoiding finishing your story of you, Wendy and the fire studs?" "Where was I?" "Riding Warren to orgasm, a mouthful of Dennis' cum, Wendy still deep throating Cruz, as Warren ate her." "Glad you were listening. Here's a reward." Standing up, she turned around and hoisted the skirt. She wore no panties. Her glistening pussy winked at me. I was close enough to smell her musk. Sweet droplets dotted her thighs. I tried reaching, but my arms were still bound. Leaning forward, I could not quite lick her. Laughing again, she sat back down. "Cruz came just after I did, solving the cumball problem. Wendy and I leaned across warren. Dennis and Cruz started stroking our tits. It seemed like slo-mo again, watching the dribbles of cum flow down Wendy's chin onto her tits. I kissed her deeply, swapping sperm, but rushed to lick the stuff off her chin. Then her cumcoated nipples were like a cherry sundae topped with whipped cream." I imagined Kimmy's tongue at work. She rolled it out around her lips, treating me with her teasing. "I worked my tongue around each to start, in a clockwise direction, my tongue flat to drink up the cream. Cruz shocked me by kneeling on the floor. Even though Warren's half limp cock was still trapped inside me, Cruz started licking the cream pie out of me. His tongue couldn't avoid wrapping around Warren's shaft. Soon, the big guy was stiff inside of me." "What about you and Wendy?" "I cupped each of her tits in a hand and squeezed them together so I could run my tongue fast from one nipple across to the other. We call that my "buzz saw". As always, it made her cum. She lifted her hips away from Warren's face as she shudder to orgasm. Dennis might have been a shy guy with a skinny cock, but he jumped at the chance to plow into her pussy doggy style. Wendy accommodated him by falling forward onto all fours, and staring to kiss me intensely. Warren lifted up to lick where Dennis was fucking her. She kneaded her fingers into my hair. She was screaming with excitement. We had started out just to cheer me up, and Wendy was having her greatest adventure. She told me later the best part was sharing it with me. Are you sure I can't just marry Wendy?" "You can't stand up to Mom on the choice of dress, how would you get her to tell her friends you were marrying a girl?" "Well, at least she's not stuffy about religion. She would forgive Wendy for being Jewish." Her grin made her look six years old again. But one look at her naked tits falling out of the gown reminded me that this was about sex and her wedding, not her hand stuck in the cookie jar. "What happened with the fire guys?" "Wendy and I both came again pretty quickly. Dennis pulled out of Wendy, or maybe got knocked out as she wriggled her hips. He shot cum all over her back. We were starting to sober up. Plus, we had worked through my anger, and Wendy's horniness. I think Warren and Dennis wanted gone before their wives wondered how late training runs last. Cruz wanted to empty his recharged balls into a wet pussy though. I was busy licking Wendy clean, enjoying the taste of Dennis for the second time. Warren and Dennis left. Wendy and I took Cruz into the shower. We lathered him up really good. Both of us alternating stroking his fat cock and licking his face, neck and ears. His chest was unbelievably defined. We couldn't stop caressing him. A real Adonis. The play fighting over which of us got his cock sorta turned serious a bit." "Who won?" "Me, of course. I held so tight I wouldn't let him loose. I climbed on top of his upright cock as he leaned back under the water. Wendy pressed her tits into my back. We three got a vertical rhythm going. I held myself up by grabbing his shoulders. My nipples rubbed raw on his pecs. Wendy's hands were all over both of us. I think she was wishing she had Sadie Thomas' strap-on, the way she was humping her pussy against my butt. Cruz was very worked up. He lasted about two minutes inside me. Afterwards, he rinsed off while Wendy licked all his cream out of my pussy. She was still exploring the walls of my pussy when he dried off and dressed. He said his good nights and left. I decided to phone Mom, told her I was sleeping over at Wendy's. Wendy told her parents she was at my house. We tumbled into the big double bed. We were so exhausted that as the adrenaline rush subsided we fell asleep quickly in each other's arms. The next morning was slow and special. Neither of us made it to school. " "Wake up sex is a very unique thing." "Not with Eric. He just likes to push my head down to his stiffie and shove it up and down until he comes in my mouth. If I let him, he would then rush into the shower right after. Only by refusing to let go of his balls do I get time to climb aboard and fuck him. Good thing giving head always makes me wet." "What about with Wendy?" "As wonderful as the first time all over again. Somehow the seedy hotel room made it better not worse. The first thing I remember noticing was the washed out neon blinking through the thin curtains. I wasn't hung over, but was still dazed. Maybe you'd call it a cum hangover. Wendy's head was resting on my tummy. I was trapped, not able to move without waking her. Then, though her eyes were still closed, her tongue started toying with the diamond in my navel. I instinctively started rolling my hips underneath her. Wendy's hands started exploring my legs and hips. Gradually, my legs opened. She shifted and slid down my body in between my thighs. For a moment, all I felt was her warm sweet breath on my skin. She asked me if I wanted a blowjob. Then she started sucking my clit like a baby cock, just like going down on a guy. Watching her head bobbing up and down got my juices flowing quickly. I was fully awake. She worked a finger fully up my ass. It was like she used that to lift my hips to her lips. I was bouncing up off the bed to meet her face. My orgasm was explosive, a lot like a guy's. Unlike most guys though, I returned the favour. By then the birds were singing outside. It was like being inside a romance novel. I was underneath Wendy. She was sliding her slit along my mouth. I was kneading her butt with both hands, then reaching to twist her nubs. She drenched me in cum. We collapsed again and just lay there cuddling until the maid came and knocked on the door." "Then did you, Wendy and the maid….?" "Ewwww, no, Jeff. She was like 97 years old with warts and a hook nose. We got dressed, went for brunch and went shopping." "So that's the only cocks you've had besides Eric, then?" Kimmy blushed all the way down past her tits to where the diamond navel gem winked out of the waist of the crumpled wedding gown. "Not really. I said that was the first. Wendy felt like playing nasty later that same week. She remembered which fire station the guys worked at. She took me along for support. I couldn't believe she would really do anything. We were sober this time. Warren's crew was off duty. But he had obviously told the Captain about us, or maybe he offers all the hot chicks a tour of the crew quarters. There were four fire studs up there relaxing. One black guy was lying on a cot reading Playboy wearing just boxers." "Is this where we perpetuate stereotypes about the size of black cocks being huge?" "Henry's was about the size of yours actually. But pretty soon we found out he really knew how to use it. As the Captain showed us the communal shower area, Wendy whispered to me that she had never had a black guy before, and this would be her big chance. I could see that even across the room, his eyes were glued to her ass. Wendy was wearing a school uniform skirt, but she had rolled the waist up, so the bottom cheeks of her ass just peeked out the hem. If she bent at all, or twirled, you could see she was wearing a hot pink thong. I was dripping wet from looking at her." "What were you wearing?" "I bet you'd like me to feed a pervy fantasy and say I was in my cheerleader outfit. Sorry. I was wearing an old ripped pair of jeans and a tank top." "Tight jeans? Where were they ripped?" "Skin tight. Ripped above the left knee…a worn through spot on the right butt. I got into trouble at school once before wearing them with a thong on a dress down day, so that day I had bikini panties on. Red lacy ones." "Did you wear a matching bra?" "Braless. At school, I had worn a white dress shirt over the tank, so the nuns thought the tank was like a girlie undershirt. I ditched the dress shirt in the car." Kimmy proceeded to tell me the rest of the fire hall story, carefully pacing herself so that my cock kept hard, pulsing away. Each time precum leaked, she cooled me down. She orgasmed as she told the tale, then again as she confessed to having a more recent meeting with Warren and his wife. After her second orgasm, as Kimmy still was panting to catch her breath, we heard the garage door. Ruth was home. Kimmy quickly pulled herself back into the wedding gown. It took her so long to get around to untying me that I just pulled up my shorts and shoved the nipple clamps and cock ring in a pocket before Ruth entered the kitchen. I noticed Ruth sniffing the ripe aroma in the room. She made no comment about it, instead saying, "Kimmy, why are you in that gown?" "She was modeling it for me, honey. I think it looks much sweeter than the stuffy one Eric's mom picked out. They are calling enough shots for the wedding, just because they are rich and insist on paying for it. Can't Kimmy have this one part her way?" "You and I can talk about that in private, Jeff. Kimmy, go take that gown off. The shop won't accept it back if it has stains on it." Kimmy trudged to her room, her exuberance deflated. Once Kimmy was safely at the other end of the house, Ruth burst out laughing. "I bet that dress already has stains on it. Did you have time to deposit cumstains?" "No such luck. Kimmy stopped short of sex with me, but she did tell me great stories, and your daughter is quite the little exhibitionist. Almost as creative as you." "I'm sorry, Jeff. I was hoping that by being a bit of a bitch about the wedding, I could cast you as the savior, and then she'd fuck you to say thanks. Once she's married, she might mend her slutty ways. It's been so unfair to you having to watch her grow into such a sex machine without ever getting any of it." "Well, how about I talk you into the slutty wedding dress? Then I might get a shot." "Okay, let's go to the bedroom. The best way to convince me would be to update me on what slutty things Kimmy admitted to, and then fuck me silly."