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Wedding Party

By: MrsCanyon



This is an event that took place fourteen years ago. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed living it.

Last week my friend Tom invited me to attend his friend's wedding, which was supposed to be a very lavish affair. Tom didn't have a girlfriend, so as a favor to him, my husband and I both agreed that I should be his date. Tom is the type of guy a girl just wants to be friends with. In some ways he can be cool, but actually he's kind of a loser.

He said he was arranging for a limousine to take us to and from the wedding. At the last minute his dorky friend Dan called and wanted to tag along with us. This was totally okay with me, since I didn't expect to get laid that night anyhow.

I picked out a black satin dress that I had worn the year before to a college dance. It was not too extravagant, but it was suitable for a fancy wedding. I found my favorite bra and admired the extra cleavage it produced. I slipped on matching panties and looked at myself in the mirror. Wow, I looked great! Just for the hell of it I rubbed my breasts and tweaked my nipples to make them hard.

When Tom picked me up, the limousine turned out to be just a Cadillac with a driver. The driver's name was Sal, another friend of Tom's.

Sal had brought some good stuff along. We smoked a joint on the way to the hotel, and probably drank at least half a case of beer. By the time we got there I was feeling good. I was also hot and horny, and I wondered if it was obvious.

Inside the hotel, I looked around and noticed that there were gorgeous men everywhere. I was glad I had picked the black dress; it made me look sexy. I knew then that by the end of the evening I would be sucking someone's cock. I just didn't know whose.

The wedding reception was very extravagant, with ice sculptures and little gifts for all the guests. The dinner seemed to go on forever, followed by hours of dancing. The bar was open, and all the liquor was top notch. I drank Vodka and tonic and smoked a couple of joints. Any time I wanted to smoke, all I had to do was go out to the car, and Sal would have a joint ready. I always remembered to take a drink with me to keep my spirits up.

On my way back to the party after one of these excursions I ran into Paul, who I had dated about five years ago. He quickly drew me into his arms and kissed me solidly on the lips. "How the hell are you, Tracy?"

"Paul, how have you been?" I said. I was barely able to form the words. My mind was spinning from the pot I'd just smoked, and from the suddenness of seeing Paul again. 

When I first met him, he had swept me of my feet like no other man ever had. He said all the right things. He treated me with respect. Whenever I was near him, my knees quivered and my heart raced. 

Our lovemaking had been very erratic and unpredictable. I never quite got my fill of him, no matter how many times we fucked. The last time I saw him he'd been headed west on a business venture. Now here we were, face to face again, and the incredible feeling I had for him made me more drunk than any amount of booze or drugs ever could.

"Oh baby, I have missed you," Paul said. He ran his hands over my ass, holding me very close to him. "I am so glad to be home, baby. I really missed you." He kissed me again.

We talked for quite a while, catching up on each other's life. When we finally returned to the party we danced as though we'd been practicing for years. Our bodies moved in unison. He held my hips with both hands, as if he were making love to me. We were joined at the groin, and I could feel his hard cock pressing against my belly. 

The more we danced the more aroused' I became. I wanted desperately to suck his cock. But where?

When we stopped dancing I looked around and found the perfect spot. Just off the ballroom was a large closet, packed with the guests' coats. There was a space behind the coats that would afford us some privacy. I quickly told Paul about this, and we made our way to the closet. I was wet with anticipation, and anxious to wrap my lips around his hard rod.

In the closet I lowered myself to my knees and released his bulging hard-on from the confines of his pants. I moved my lips over his cockhead, enjoying the silky feel as I ran my tongue around the rim. I licked the length of him slowly at first, then I opened my mouth and took him in entirely I stroked him with my hands and with my mouth, and with each stroke I swallowed more and more of his rigid member, until I was breathing hard through my nose. Deeper and deeper I pushed his cock down my throat, while my right hand methodically pumped his engorged penis as I waited eagerly for his jism to spew forth. His cock kept getting harder and harder, and I pumped him faster and faster, until finally his cock exploded, filling my mouth with his delicious come.

By the time we returned to the party, everyone was leaving. Tom and Dan spotted us and told us the party was moving to someone's house in the suburbs. We all got into the Cadillac.

The party was at this huge mansion near the beach. The place was incredible. There was an indoor pool, three bars and a couple of live bands. People were sitting around smoking joints and doing lines, and a couple of them looked like they were tripping.

I was in my element, surrounded by men. And by now they all seemed to be gorgeous! I was creaming my pants just looking around, trying to decide which one I would fuck first.

I soon lost sight of Paul, and found myself hanging out with some cool guys, who offered me some more liquer. Then I ran into my old roommate, Randi. She had some hunk hanging all over her. Randi and the hunk were making out, and he practically fucked her while we all watched. Randi is the type of girl who attracts assholes, but she doesn't care as long as they're well built and well hung, and this guy clearly qualified.

I spotted Tom and Dan, and gladly joined them in the ballroom for a couple of drinks. It was after midnight, and people were still arriving at the party. There must have been close to three hundred people at the house. It wasn't long before I found Paul. He was standing by the bar, talking with an old college friend named Hank.

Hank was gorgeous. He was about six feet four, with dark hair and very muscular arms. Man, did he make me hot! I could easily picture myself fucking him. I could hardly keep still when he sat down next to me. The heat from his body made me quiver. I knew immediately that this man would make me come like never before. I flirted shamelessly with him while Paul looked on. I couldn't tell if he was jealous or pleased. I soon found out.

When Hank went to the rest room, Paul asked me if I liked his friend. I told him that I was enjoying his company. He then surprised the hell out of me when he asked me if I would like to fuck the two of them. 

When Hank returned, he kissed me passionately. Paul grabbed my hand and led me upstairs, and Hank followed. I knew I was in for the time of my life.

Paul led us to this huge bedroom, with a private bathroom attached. I decided to take a shower. It had been a long, hot evening, and I wanted to be clean for what was coming. I took my time in the shower, and finally Hank and Paul joined me there.

I was nearly fainting with desire after seeing their naked bodies, but Hank said he would like to shave my cunt first, and he asked if that was okay. I readily agreed since it always turns me on when my husband shaves my pussy. Hank carefully laid a towel on the floor for me to lie on. I lay down for him and spread my legs so he could get at my whole pussy. I had never been so turned on as I was then.

Hank proceeded to shave my pussy carefully, removing all the hair as Paul watched. He prodded and pulled at my private parts stretching the skin in order to give me a close shave. My pussy was wet and slippery, and not just from the soap and shaving cream!

When they were satisfied with my now hairless crotch, the two of them gently lifted me up and carried me to the king-size bed, setting me down in the center. My body was tingling, and I began stroking my clit in anticipation. I could not wait to feel a long hard cock sliding in and out of me.

As I lay there I could hear the men talking quietly, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. A couple of minutes later Hank left the room, and Paul joined me on the bed.

He began by kissing my mouth, softly at first, his kisses becoming more intensely passionate as they went on, his hands roaming my body. I was dizzy with pleasure as our tongues danced together, and I didn't notice when Hank returned, until I felt a soft tug at my labia. Hank was sucking my pussy lips. I gasped, and then moaned against Paul's mouth as Hank flicked his tongue over my clit, gently at first, then harder and faster. Then I felt his tongue reaching deep inside my pussy, and I found myself grinding my cunt into his face. It was incredible! I was moaning louder and louder, and before I knew it I came.

Then Paul produced his beautiful cock, placed himself between my legs and jammed it in my hole. Hank's cock was also extremely hard, and very large. He brought it to my face and stuffed it into my eagerly-waiting mouth. I could wrap both hands around it and still have plenty left to nibble. I sucked him avidly, moving my mouth up and down that long shaft, while Paul pumped my pussy full of his cock. I was being penetrated by two men, and loving it. I can't say which I enjoyed more, sucking a cock or being fucked by one. I dug both of them, for sure!

I soon had a rhythm going with my two cocks. Each time Paul thrust into me, I would jam my mouth over Hank's tool, taking it deeper into my throat. Hank was clearly loving this. Sometimes his cock would go in so deep I thought I would swallow it. Paul was panting hard now, and I was pretty sure he was getting close to coming when there was a knock on the door.

Hank pulled his dick out of my throat and went to answer it, while Paul continued fucking me. It was the host of the party, whose name—I think—was Jeff. 

Hank invited him in and closed the door quickly, then offered him a beer and a joint. Paul just kept pumping me, while Jeff and Hank started talking about business or something, seemingly oblivious to what was happening only inches away from them. As for me, I didn't give a shit. I was so high and so hot that I wouldn't have cared if the whole damn party had crowded in to watch.

Beads of sweat poured off Paul's body now, and he was grunting loudly as his thrusts got faster and harder. Finally he pulled his throbbing cock out and began stroking it wildly. Hot steamy come spewed out all over my breasts. Hank and Jeff just went on talking.

After a few moments, I retreated to the bathroom to shower again. When I returned to the room, Paul, Hank and Jeff were smoking another joint and drinking some beers. 

As we sat there smoking, my eyes kept wandering to Jeff. He was in his forties, and his hair had already started to turn gray at the sides. 

While not the most handsome man in the world, he was very attractive. His blue eyes sparkled when he laughed, and he was very charming.

As he sat next to me I could smell his cologne. The musky scent filled my senses, and the sound of his voice almost hypnotized me. I wondered what it would be like to fuck this man. His hands were not large, but they were well manicured and very smooth, and I started fantasizing about how they would feel caressing my breasts and inner thighs.

Lost in my dream world, and floating from the pot, I began caressing myself, and moaning softly. I couldn't stop, even when I became aware that the eyes of all the men were on me. In fact, their attention turned me on even more. They watched me stroke myself more and more wildly, until I was screaming for someone to fuck me. I just could not help it. These men were so hot!

My plea did not go unanswered. Before I knew it my mouth was once again filled with cock. But this time it was Jeff's. His dick was only average in size, but it was very hard, and he was thrusting it in and out of my mouth. Paul was sucking my tits, and Hank was just stroking himself, admiring the scene before him.

Pretty soon Jeff drew himself out of my mouth and asked me if he could fuck my ass. I readily agreed. His penis was the perfect size to fit in my ass, whereas Paul and Hank would have been too big.

Jeff turned me over on all fours and got behind me. He began by licking my ass and my pussy before even inserting his finger. I was squirming with anticipation. My pussy was so hot and wet, I wasn't sure how much longer I could stand it without someone fucking me soon. Jeff finally slid his finger into my anus, working it into my sphincter to ease it open for his throbbing cock.

Paul now decided to fuck my mouth, while Hank still just watched, stroking his member harder and faster. It was bulging and purple now, and I wanted to touch it. But Jeff had brought his hard rod to my ass, and the next thing I knew he was thrusting it inside me.

My God, I had never felt so hot in all my life! These three wonderful men were surrounding me, lusting for me, wanting me. I wanted them too, I needed all of them to fill me. I heard myself begging Hank to join in, and he did. He slid underneath me, finding my hot cunt and filling it with his throbbing cock. Jeff was working himself deeper into my ass, while Paul was feverishly fucking my mouth. It was sheer heaven, and I couldn't stop myself from going over the edge. I finally exploded with all the energy and force that was in me. My groans of ecstasy were stifled by the cock in my mouth, but my twisting, convulsing body expressed it all.

No sooner had I finished coming than all three of the men, one after another, shot their loads on and into me. Paul was first, filling my mouth with his hot come, which I swallowed eagerly. Then Hank exploded just outside of my pussy, and by the time Jeff spurted his load up and across my back, I was coming again.

When I recovered I took one last shower, and called my husband to tell him not to wait up, and then fell asleep between Hank and Paul. What a wedding party it had been! I wondered, as I was drifting off, if the bride was as satisfied as I was. I doubted it.

Wedding Party



The first of my friends to get married, Russell, did so when I was a senior in college, and he married a wonderful girl, Vickie, from a small town in North Carolina, where the wedding was.

Vickie told me before the wedding that she was setting the stage for me and her former roommate and good friend to have a good time. She thought we'd be perfect, and even sent me some photos of her in a bikini at the beach. Wow! 

She had been a finalist in Miss North Carolina the year before, winning the swim suit competition, but coming up short in the talent. Vickie commented that her best talent was not appropriate to the Miss America competition. Well, now, that only increased my interest! Vickie had shown her friend some pictures of me and told her lots about me, and she was very interested and looking forward to meeting me.

If there was ever a sure thing, this was it. 

The arrangements in the small town could not have been better, for my buddy's dad, a wealthy physician, had reserved practically the whole motel for everyone in the wedding and had barbecue and beer provided, as well. He knew we were all poor college kids, so everything was paid for. All we had to do was get there.

I pulled in to town in my old convertible late Thursday afternoon before the Saturday wedding, and just about everyone was already there congregated by the motel pool. It was great to see so many of my old friends, and Vickie introduced me to her friend, who was wearing the same bikini as in the photos. She looked even better in person. A stunning beauty. 

We started chatting and although we were getting along fine, I just didn't sense any sexual chemistry. Vickie took me aside and said she'd recently fallen head-over-heels in love with a pro golfer, so it seemed he'd made his ace in the hole with this beauty. Damn! Plans with the "sure thing" had gone awry. 

That evening at a party I met another of Vickie's college friends, Diane, who happened to be sharing a room with her in-love-with-the-golf-pro friend back at the motel. She, Vickie, and Diane had all been suitemates for several years in college. Diane and I hit it off right away, and she was certainly a cutie.

Of Italian descent, Diane had a huge white smile, short and thick brown hair, and large brown eyes. Standing about 5'2", she had medium-size perfectly-shaped boobs with dark nipples and practically no areola, a slender waist, and hips and ass that we would today describe as being like Jennifer Lopez'. Rather large, but round, meaty, and firm.

We got better acquainted over the next couple of days, and it was quite apparent that she was my girl, at least for the wedding. My jealous old friends talked about what a big butt she had. Personally, I loved her butt, and certainly got familiar with it out at the pool kneading suntan oil into those fleshy buns. And I didn't notice THEM making any progress with the other girls in the wedding party. They were just jealous. 

Well, the night of the wedding looked like the evening Diane and I would consummate. Mr. Golf Pro was supposed to come in town to spend the night at a swanky downtown hotel with Ms. In-Love--my original date--which meant Diane and I would have the motel room to ourselves. (I was in a room with 3 other guys, so that wasn't an option, and the motel was at full capacity.)

The reception over, we all went back to the motel, got out of our wedding clothes, and put on comfortable stuff and continued partying. Ms. In-Love was still expecting Mr. Golf Pro, so she stayed in her room waiting for him while Diane changed. After I re-dressed and knocked on their door to get Diane, Ms. In-Love must have thought it was her man, for she flung open the door wearing a sheer nightie that left little to the imagination.

Either because she was drunk as a skunk or was pissed or maybe both, she didn't seem to care that I was getting an eye full of her fabulous body. She mumbled something and stomped over to the phone as Diane appeared from the bathroom, explaining that Ms. In-Love had dressed to surprise Mr. Golf Pro, and that my knock was identical to his. 

I gotta admit, though Diane was awfully cute, the other girl was simply smashing. 

Diane and I left her there on the phone and made the motel rounds, partying big time with everyone into the wee hours of the morning.

We went back to her dark and quiet room, immediately stripped our clothes off, and literally leapt into her bed, kissing and groping and squeezing. As our eyes adjusted to the darkness, we realized that Ms. In-Love was right there in the next bed, not 6 feet away. 

"I wonder if she's asleep?" Diane asked. 

"I guess Mr. Golf Pro was a no call/no show." I concluded. 

"Oh, poor girl, I know she's disappointed."

Then, from the bed, "No, I'm not asleep. No he didn't show. And I'm a lot more than disappointed--I'm pissed!" 

Diane, being her best friend, gets out of our bed and sits on the edge of her bed to console her and talk it out. That went on for at least an hour.

So here I am in near darkness sitting alone naked in a bed watching and listening to my girl and the girl who was supposed to be my girl, one nude and the other as good as nude. I got up and turned the A/C up, cracking the drapes to see what was up outside. Nothing, but I noticed the motel sign lit up the room, so I accidentally on purpose left a little gap in the drapes for a better view of these 2 girls.

They were sitting Indian-style on the edge of the far bed facing the window, so I had a pretty good view from my bed on the window-side of the room. Diane had a bush that would rival Billy Preston's '70s afro hairstyle, but Ms. In Love's was trimmed, her glistening slit just barely visible with each blink of the neon "color TV!" sign outside.

Well, over the course of their heart-to-heart, they cried and laughed while I silently waited and watched. My dick had been hard all night and it remained that way.

Finally, Diane came back to our bed, grabbed my shaft like an emergency brake handle, and said, "Park it, let's sleep, then we'll pick up where we left off after she leaves in the morning." 

Great. Further postponement of sexual gratification. So Diane and I snuggled up in a spoons position, my erection nestled between her buns, and fell asleep.

We were abruptly awakened by the tornadic sound of Ms. In-Love getting ready to leave after daybreak. I got the best view of her yet in the bright bathroom light as she brushed her teeth naked, boobs swaying, ass pooched out, then more of her in undies. 

As good as all that was, it did nothing to improve my dreadful hangover, but Diane rounded up a few aspirin for both of us. I would have paid 20 bucks for a cup of coffee, but there was none in the room.

Finally, F I N A L L Y, Ms. In-Love wheeled her suitcase out and left as Diane and I pretended to be asleep under the covers while silently twiddling each others' privates, eagerly awaiting her exit and massive sex.

The motel door slammed shut, a car engine started, and we threw back the sheets. Diane mounted me and impaled herself on my throbbing rod, thrusting up and down in long, complete strokes. Because we had been whispering for so long, we were positively boisterous, shouting, "Good, hard dick!" "Warm, wet pussy!" and such to the top of our lungs.

Then the door flung open. It was Ms. In-Love. "Forgot my watch." Diane and I froze. The sheets and blanket were on the floor, so there was nothing to cover ourselves with. We were sooooo having sex, had waited sooooo long to do so, and now she was sooooo back. 

Then--Diane still atop me with my cock halfway in her pussy--the sexy "intruder," unbelievably, first tickled my balls and then gripped the bottom of my shaft, saying, "Wish I had time to share a ride with you, but I've got a plane to catch." 

Giving Diane's bun a crisp spank, she shouted, "Bye y'all!" 

The door slammed shut, and she was gone before I could assimilate the possibilities and plead the case for a later flight.

Diane and I fucked and sucked until well after check-out time. I will never forget the flesh of her plenteous buns rippling as I banged her doggie-style, or gazing in the reflection of the mirror at her perfect breasts hanging down, lurching with each thrust. Not only was the sex positively great, but I also really liked Diane a lot, as she was intelligent, artistic, funny, and always in a positive frame of mind. I would have loved to date her if we had lived anywhere close to one another.

Between "sessions" I asked her about her friend's comment. 

"Sure, I would have loved for the three of us to have made love together. She and I are very sexually progressive." 

"Then why didn't you say something last night?" I asked. 

Matter-of-factly, she said, "You just didn't seem like the type who'd be interested."

I really have to do something about my image.



Wedding Party



Big thanks to my editor, goddess9991. Without her efforts, this would be illegible drivel.

Marie and I were serving drinks at a post-wedding-rehearsal-dinner party our boss' restaurant had catered. It was a fun group, the wedding guests about a hundred-twenty strong and the crowd sticking around for the after-dinner party somewhere in the sixty or seventy range.

If there's such a thing as a good place to get hurt or sick, this was it. The banquet facility was just a few blocks from the hospital where both bride and groom worked, and seemingly everyone in the crowd was a doctor, a nurse, or some kind of medical technician. The bride, rightly Andrea but generally called Andie, was a cardiologist; the groom, Henry, a nurse in her department. And the families seemed to be divided along those lines, her side all doctors and his nurses and paramedics and technicians.

We were actually kind of a side bar at the function. Dale, the restaurant and bar owner, had a couple bartenders and several waitresses working out in the main banquet room, but he'd discovered at the last minute that their rental also included a little side bar. No way the caterer could say "Yeah, sorry, didn't know about that cool little half-indoor, half-outdoor bar, so I'm not gonna staff it." He'd called us at the last minute and we couldn't very well say no since our evening's plan had been to dine at his restaurant and drink at his bar, both of which we did free of charge. So here we were, my tuxedo shirt and bow tie and her little black skirt and white blouse out of retirement for a night.

Marie looked great, as ever. The skirt was short enough that she could contrive to show the tops of her stockings when the mood struck her, and the crisp white shirt was open far enough at the collar to show some of her smooth, dark skin. Her black hair was drawn back, showing off her pretty face and big, dark eyes, and with her strong, elegant legs on display and the easy, graceful way she moved it was no wonder conversations tended to stop and heads swivel openly everywhere she passed.

I'd teased her a bit as she'd chosen her shoes for the evening. Her irritation at her small size comes and goes, and it had been bothering her lately, so she was in very tall heels despite the fact that she'd both danced and gone running with me. She's never the world's greatest waitress, but her dedication to working the room was likely to be a bit suspect tonight.

Which was okay. Dale likes to have us help out at certain events because Marie's charm and energy and my easy, friendly manner and occasional touches of wit help keep potentially dull gatherings moving and fun. Her great beauty and flirtatious joy keeps the guys buying drinks and trying out their games and tipping well, and for my part I'm neither without my own charm nor particularly hard on the eyes, either. My shoulders are broad enough and my waist narrow enough to make the tuxedo shirt and cummerbund work well, and people seem to like my smile and my somewhat loud laugh. Neither of which I'm shy about turning loose. With Marie for a lover, I've always got plenty to be happy about. I trimmed my beard down to a careful mustache and goatee, slicked my hair back to go with the dressy outfit, and was ready to spend the evening watching the boys fall in love with my little angel.

It was a good time. The room was small and had a smoked-glass window out to the main room and a series of French doors open to the nice spring evening. The entrance from the main room was so unobtrusive as to be almost hidden, which meant that most of the night we didn't even have the twenty or thirty people the room could hold. Some of the couple's friends found us pretty early on, and in the way of friends at a predominately family function were glad to have a place to hang out away from the crowd sometimes, but for the most part we served ten or twelve people at a time and those people rotated as they went back out to the main room.

The bride came in a few times to get a respite. She was very cool and very lovely, a tall, elegant brunette with the readily apparent intelligence you'd expect from a doctor, and she hit it off with Marie right away. They chatted as Andie sat looking out at the party, obviously glowing with joy but just as obviously a bit harried. Like every bride I've ever been around in the days before her wedding. And some of the groom's buddies were in pretty frequently and pretty lengthily to flirt with Marie. It's pretty standard for these things that she doesn't mention that we're together, partly because guys tip seemingly available girls much better and partly because a little flirting helps keep a party bouncing along. And she enjoys the flirting.

The little room was empty at about nine when the bride and groom came in together. Marie was sitting on the bar, black-stockinged legs primly crossed and shoes off. She started to grab her shoes, but Andie waved her down.

"Sit, sit, we'll come to you," she said. Turning to her affianced, she added, "Marie's a ballerina, honey. Her poor feet are killing her, she didn't know she was working tonight so she put in some extra dance practice."

"A ballerina? That's so cool, where do you dance?" said Henry, a tall, fit, good-looking dark-haired young man with a very bright smile. He and his bride were a good match.

"Meany Hall, mostly, I'm still in school." And the conversation was off and running. Some of the younger friends and relations drifted in, and pretty soon we had about a dozen people laughing and goofing and generally having fun.

Several of the boys flirted pretty hard with Marie, who'd seemingly decided she was done serving drinks unless she could just take them from me and hand them to someone. She sat on the bar showing a lot of leg and occasionally turning to ask me for a couple beers or martinis, and the boys crowded around to make her laugh by stepping all over each other's smooth lines.

I was in good form too, joking and chatting and flirting a little with some of the girls. Marie shot me a wink and a grin from time to time. This was what she missed about working the bar, the easy, friendly interaction with a good crowd. Me, too, for that matter. We'd already pegged our retirement for being spent owning a little bar somewhere warm and near a beach.

Talk eventually turned to bachelor parties. Something someone said made Marie curious.

"Wait," she said to Henry, whose name she'd taken to giving the French pronunciation. "Are you having one, Henry, or not?"

"Yeah," he said at the same time his best man, Mark, said "No." Andie shook her head and faked aiming a punch at Mark.

"I'm actually having two, Marie. An official one tomorrow night and a small one tonight after we break this up."

"Are you having two bachelorettes?" Marie said to Andie.

"No, just one. I'm having my sister and some girls sleep over tonight, but that's all."

"Which is all Henry's bachelor party is going to be, a sleepover," said Mark, a blonde, bearded pediatric nurse with very kind eyes that had seen their share of pain. There was a trace of irritation in his voice. He went on to explain that the original plan had been for a bachelor party the next night, which was Saturday night, but that Andie had conspired to get her minister cousin invited to it. So Mark had made plans for a smaller affair after the rehearsal dinner and party, just a handful of Henry's closest friends. This time Andie had been more direct, banning her fiancee from getting crawling-around drunk or going anywhere near strippers. He'd acquiesced, and the planned debauchery had turned into a night of poker with the boys.

"Aww," said Marie with a sympathetic grin. "Well, what about you, Andie, what are you going to do?"

"Ask Tammy," she said, pointing to her sister, who was enough like her in appearance and demeanor to confuse me a little at first. Tammy started describing one of those girl parties that guys are glad to miss. The kind where there's a rented movie, an activity that involves flowers or glitter and glue, and an ostensibly 'naughty' game that includes putting a condom on a cucumber orally. Marie nodded along but started clowning as she did, moving from the subtle to the overt. First she blinked a couple times, then turned a little on the bar seemingly to face Tammy, then gradually slumped over until she was leaning her head on the shoulder of one of Henry's friends. She yawned mightily and let her eyes flutter closed, to much loud amusement from the gang.

"Well, we know how you made it through medical school," said Marie.

"What do you expect, booze and strippers?" said Andie, laughing with the rest.

"Yes. Come on, it's your last night of freedom. My bachelorette is going to be worthy of a Roman emperor. I'm going to tell my boy 'Don't ask unless you really want to know, because you're not allowed to get mad.' Hen night party games are things like 'See how many boys' phone numbers you can get' and 'Get to second base with a girl' and 'Show a stranger your underwear' and 'Give the stripper a hand job' and something that involves kissing some boys."

There was a lot of laughter and agreement.

"Yeah, but then I'd have to let him do all that," said Andie. "And I don't want any strippers touching his..."

"Boys don't get to touch the strippers, honey," said Marie. "Never, ever in a club, except lap dances, and only a few call-out strippers are that skanky. And the ones that are, none of the boys would touch anyway. We can touch the strippers 'cause they're guys, which means they're all skanky, but they can't touch us. Haven't you ever been to a strip club?"

"No, never. And how do you know so much about it?"

"I stripped in Vegas for a while," said Marie casually, knowing it'd land like a bomb in this crowd. It did, the sudden burst of questions was worthy of a press conference.

I grinned. A while. Two nights, a total of four dances on stage.

"So you'll let your man see strippers on his bachelor night?" asked Andie.

"Honey, I'm going to hand him a condom and say 'If you get arrested you'd better be bailed out in time for the ceremony.'"

That got more laughter and a disbelieving look from Andie. 

"Andie," Marie said, "by then we'll have been together a decade or so. I want him to remind himself why it's me he's choosing and get hitched with no regrets. I hope they paint the town red. Which, wild as my boy is, is pretty much a guarantee."

"If he keeps up with you, he must be pretty wild," said one of the guys.

"He's a sexy beast. Even sexier than Ken, here, if only for dressing better." She grinned at me.

"That's pretty sexy," said one of the bridesmaids, a pretty redheaded doctor named Jackie. I winked at her and got a smile and a pretty direct flirtatious look. I love women of strong personality.

I served some drinks as Marie continued chatting the gang. Jackie and I were getting along famously when Mark laughed and turned to step outside, taking out his cell phone.

Andie and Henry had what looked like a humorous negotiation ending with Henry holding up a hand like a Boy Scout taking an oath. They kissed and embraced, still laughing, and a few minutes later I got the story from Marie. Seemed Andie had agreed to each of them having a last revel, him tonight and her tomorrow night, so long as he swore not to fuck anyone. Mark was trying to arrange a stripper or strippers on short notice.

Everybody really started having a good time after that. I mixed up a batch of margaritas in celebration, making them right with frozen lemonade instead of just booze and ice. We put on some music, Marie danced with a couple of the boys and flirted with all of them, and by the time the boys were ready to leave sometime after ten they were having a blast.

"Hey, Ken," Mark said, leaning over the bar. "Word kind of got out with the way this came together and like a dozen guys are gonna make an appearance. Wanna make a couple hundred bucks for mixing up some more of those margaritas? Just for an hour or so, just until the married guys take off."

"Sure." We quickly cleared it with Dale, who didn't even ask for a cut. Mark invited Marie, of course, and she accepted, of course. She grinned at me when we got in the truck to follow Mark.

"Tammy and Andie invited me to her party tomorrow, too," she said.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Tammy wants to make it wild now, but she doesn't know how. They think I may know more about getting in trouble than they do."

"Go figure."

"I know, right?" She laughed. "And Henry reminded me of you. She told him he's not to get laid and she doesn't want to know about it if the stripper gets him off somehow, and he grabbed her and said 'Yes, you do. And I want to hear all about it if you get laid.' Apparently she's only been with a couple boys and it's a point of concern for him. Sound familiar?"

"Vaguely, yeah."

"Tammy and I arranged for strippers, plural, late tomorrow night, and a limo for the whole night. I think we're going on a bar crawl. And I think they're gonna see some female strippers, too. And Andie's gonna be playing with some boys. I've got shopping to do tomorrow, wanna come?"

"Hell yeah."

We spent the rest of the ride plotting and laughing, stopped for booze and fixings along the way, and shortly thereafter I was set up at the bar that separated Mark's kitchen from his living room, mixing drinks and joking with the boys.

Marie spent the half hour or so before the strippers got there flirting and dancing with the guys. And dancing for the guys, they persuaded her to show them a few simple ballet moves. Simple being relative, of course, most of us would rupture something trying even the most basic of the things they do. Even fully clothed she was hugely sexy, her black-stockinged legs elegant and strong as the majority of their length revealed itself when she turned and kicked. 

I think all guys find it sexy when a girl wears stockings instead of hose. Certainly I do. Marie had been teasing me when it was slow in the little bar by pulling up her skirt to adjust the tops of hers, which were the kind that stay up on their own without a garter belt. She did it for the crowd after her little ballet demonstration, getting some whistles in reward.

"Down, boys," she said with a grin. "I'm just straightening my clothes, not taking them off."

"I'll give you..." started one of the guys. He looked at Mark. "How much are we giving the strippers? I'll give you five hundred to show us how you stripped in Vegas, Marie."

She smiled and patted his face.

"No," she said sweetly. Amidst the groans, Henry showed himself to be smarter than most.

"Well, you blew that," he said. "Bet you anything if you'd asked her just 'cause she's so damn beautiful she'd have done it."

"Bet I would have," Marie said with a laugh. There was an immediate chorus of compliments and requests, which made her laugh again.

"Too late," she said. Their disappointment made her laugh yet again.

"Tell you what," she said. "If the last-second strippers are, well, last-second strippers, maybe I'll save the day. Maybe. But only if they suck mightily."

She turned out to be prescient. Mightily was exactly how the strippers sucked. There were two, one of whom had obviously been stripping for about five minutes and one of whom seemed to have been doing it since the Nixon administration. The younger one was good-looking, but so nervous she couldn't bring herself to expose anything until she'd been dancing for three songs. And even then she looked more like a kid on a dare than a professional titillator. And while the older one was certainly more comfortable with her clothes off, I'm confident I speak for everyone when I say I almost wish she wasn't. 

Marie just watched through the stripping, a couple pretty poor naked dances, and the most half-assed pseudo-lesbian show I've ever seen. The girls had obviously not worked together before, and the older one clearly resented the necessity she just as clearly saw to spice things up by dancing with the pretty young thing.

The lap dances were too much for my girl, though. The older woman started kind of limply moving from lap to lap, chewing gum and looking bored and almost disgusted as she suggested that for a big enough tip, the guys could get a lot more of her. The younger girl again looked like a teenager on a dare, barely making contact with her fair-skinned, large-breasted, and very nice body as she danced for Henry and doing her best to hide her pretty green-eyed face behind her long chestnut hair. When the first song ended Marie moved to the chair we'd set up in the middle of the room for Henry and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Let me take a turn, Mr. Henry," she said. "You don't mind dancing for a girl, do you, honey?"

"No," the stripper said quietly.

"No?" Marie said, equally quietly, a teasing smile on her face. She took a seat as Henry moved off. "Look, everybody, it's the world's first shy stripper."

The girl laughed, and only looked a little bit like she wanted to crawl into a hole. She started dancing near Marie, not quite in her lap. Marie grinned and grabbed her hips to pull her close.

"You're not... you're not supposed to touch me," the girl said, putting out a hand as though to push herself away from Marie.

"The boys aren't supposed to touch you, sweetie," said Marie. "The rules are different for girls. What's your name?"

"Rachel," she said.

"Nice to meet you, Rachel. I'm Marie." Marie grinned. "Now shake that pretty ass for me, girl."

They were a lot of fun to watch. Marie kept touching Rachel, encouraging her hips to move, brushing her hair back, sneaking in lots of touches on the edge of out of bounds, and talking to her too quietly for the rest of us to hear over the music. There was a lot of grinning and laughing going on, mostly by Marie at first but increasingly by the shy stripper as a couple songs passed. Rachel was paying enough attention to my lover that she didn't even seem to notice when the song changed, she just kept dancing and trying with ever-decreasing conviction to maintain a little distance.

Marie got Rachel to turn around and give her a butt-in-the-lap lapdance, ineptly of course, but it let Marie try to feel her up from another angle. Rachel fought her hands off with laughter and more embarrassment, finally stepping away and ducking her head, still laughing. Marie stood up when the second song ended and guided Rachel to the chair.

"Sit down, I'll show you," she said. "You need a lot less Mary Ann and a lot more Ginger, pretty girl."

Whatever Rachel said in return was lost as the new song started, but it was delivered with a laugh and what was now pretty clearly a blush. A stripper who blushes. Just when I thought I'd seen everything.

Even with her clothes on Marie blew both strippers out of the water. And that's not even just my admittedly prejudiced opinion, the guys went nuts as she swiveled her hips and danced close to the now furiously blushing Rachel. There was lots of touching, Marie's arms sliding around the other girl's neck and her sexy thighs making lots of contact as she straddled her lap. When she turned her back to dance that way she guided Rachel's hands up to her breasts and down to her thighs, getting a frozen gasp from the girl and another burst of enthusiasm from the guys. 

And from me, which Marie didn't fail to notice and acknowledged with long eye contact and a smile that both promised all kinds of fun and told me that she was getting into the moment herself. Gave me a chance to shake her off before she got carried away, if I was so inclined. Not that I'm ever so inclined.

I think she was going to strip anyway- hell, I'm sure she was- but the guy who'd asked her earlier sealed it. He stepped forward as the song ended, sank to one knee, gestured for the stereo to be shut off, and took Marie's hand.




Wedding Party



"Beautiful Marie," he said, Marie and some of the guys already laughing at the humorous earnestness on his face. "I want to apologize for so crassly asking you to show us that stunning body earlier. I should have seen that you're a free spirit, moved more by joy than anything so base as money, and I should have more clearly conveyed that it would not only make this entire night, but become a memory all of us would treasure the rest of our lives if you were to take off your clothes as you danced sensually for us. So please, beautiful girl-"

He was cut off by cries of "woman!" and "lady!" And lots of laughter from everyone, Marie included.

"Beautiful woman," he said quickly. "Lady. Beautiful lady. Please grace us with a glimpse of your exquisite beauty. Naked. Your naked exquisite beauty."

Marie was laughing hard by the time he finished. She touched his face, pulled him to his feet and whispered something in his ear that made him laugh with delight, and pushed him back onto the couch.

"Clearly you were an English major before med school," she said. "All that for a look at my tits? They're not even all that big, Rachel's are much more impressive."

"Well, and your ass," he said with a laugh. "I'm veeeery interested in that ass."

"My ass?" she said, turning it toward him and sticking out a hip with a kind of Betty Boop innocent look over her shoulder. He groaned and feigned being held back as he reached for her. She laughed.

"Start the music," she said to another burst of cheers.

There aren't words to describe it when Marie strips. 90% of the time it's just for me, of course, but she does it for me a lot and so has lots of opportunity to practice moves and see what kind of reactions they get. Plus, she's a dancer talented enough to seriously consider trying to make a living at it. And so fucking hot I can't take her on a hay ride lest the entire works burst into flame. And, and this is probably the most important part, she gets off on it. A lot. She jokes that she could never make it as a stripper because she'd get so hot she'd tear the clothes off every decent-looking customer. She loves to be looked at, loves to be naked, loves to know she's turning people on.

Which was certainly the case on this night. The guys went nuts. They cheered as garments came off, groaned as she teased them by dancing close, and gasped when her nipple piercings put in their appearance. Her clitoral hood piercing had Henry's jaw on the floor when her panties came off right in front of him. She worked her way around the room as she danced, giving everyone a nice close look as she pulled all her best stripper moves. Henry was the only one who got any contact, she danced so close to him that her legs were against his as he sat and just for a second dropped a knee to the couch between his legs so she could jiggle her tits (which aren't really small, they're a C cup) in his face, but she also shook her beautiful ass for the guy who'd asked so charmingly. I thought he was going to have a heart attack when she bent over, legs straight and feet well apart, right in front of him, so flexible she was able to look back at him past her own leg. When the song ended the calls for an encore had her laughing hard again.

Rachel had retreated into a corner during Marie's performance, now Marie dragged her back to the chair and sat her down. Where Rachel had tried to keep Marie's hands in line before, now it was like she was too stunned to limit the contact, and Marie put on a hell of a show. She guided the stripper's hands all over her body, looking right at me as she ran them over her breasts so I'd be sure to see just how hard and swollen her pierced nipples were. That's not a 100% indicator of sexual excitement with girls, not like a hard-on or something, but it's very close with Marie.

Marie straddled Rachel's lap backwards for part of the dance, her legs wide open, which was so incredibly sexy I actually felt myself start to sweat. Every eye in the house was riveted to her carefully waxed pussy and she looked from face to face, enjoying it, clearly getting hotter by the minute. My cock was hard enough to drive nails, I gave Marie a charge by letting her see me adjust it in my pants.

By the time Rachel escaped, laughing, there was more breathless silence from the boys than cheering. I about fell out when the older stripper broke the silence by saying "You've got to be kidding me" in a tired, almost resigned voice.

"Kind of hard to follow, eh?" I said, the two of us breaking the spell and getting some laughter.

Marie hung out in just her stockings and heels for a while, sitting crowded on the couch as she coached Rachel through some more dancing. None of the boys got real handsy, the most aggressive move I saw was an arm behind her on the back of the couch, although to be fair it'd take a bold guy to make a move on a naked girl right in front of his friends. They were keenly aware of her nudity, though, their stares ranging in subtlety depending on how much they'd had to drink.

And Marie was keenly aware of her nudity, too. The flush she gets from this particular brand of sexual excitement was visible on her neck and chest. With her Native American complexion I'm usually the only guy who can tell when she flushes or blushes, but maybe not in a room full of doctors and nurses. 

Maybe fifteen minutes passed and both strippers had danced some more by the time Marie got involved again. The guy who'd made the little speech, Richard, was getting some teasing about it from Mark and I while we watched Rachel do a little better dancing in Henry's lap, when one of the guys called to Richard over the music.

"Hey sweet-talker," the guy called, "think you've got a soliloquy in you that'll get Marie to give Henry a lapdance?"

Everybody laughed and Marie looked at him expectantly. He grinned, asked Mark and I to wish him luck, and theatrically bent a knee as he stepped over to Marie. She glanced at me over his head as he knelt, meeting my eyes again and asking a question.

One of the many things that's fun when we play with other people, no matter the context, is the conspiracy of it. We are, in the main, playing with each other. Even if we never so much as touch each other, the other people involved are the extras, we're the stars in each other's movie. She was turned on by the boys and by the play with the girl and by being naked in front of people and by the possibility of something really wild happening, but she was more turned on by me being there watching her, and by the knowledge that her fun was turning me on too. We have entire conversations with glances so quick other people don't even notice them; strangers may not even realize we're together and friends often have no idea we're aware of each other, thinking they have all our attention during the sexual play, even as we're holding involved negotiations about where the play is going.

This one was easy and took no more than two seconds.

"May I?"

"Are you kidding? I'm amazed you haven't already."

"I'm really hot, I may get pretty physical."

"Get him, tigress. Sky's the limit tonight, this is fun and they're cool. I love you, you little wild child."

"I am going to fuck your brains out later, boy. I love you, too."

Richard started to wax poetic, the drinks he'd had making that almost literally true this time. Marie laughed and patted his face.

"Go sit down," she said. "You're either going to blow it for Henry or be so charming I jump you right here on the floor."

"Hey, if that's in play..." he said. More laughter, and Marie shoved his head playfully as she turned toward Henry. 

The dance was every guy's dream of what a lap dance should be. Her hips started to swivel as she stepped toward him and as she reached him she did a turn, up on her toes with her arms stretched over her head. Pretty sure it was ten degrees hotter in the room by the time she straddled his lap, her perfect breasts right in his face.

She gyrated in his lap, guided his hands all over her body, made sure he got lengthy looks at every piece of her anatomy, ground up against him, it was smoking. At one point he put a hand on her thigh to stop her hips and she laughed, then bit her lower lip almost shyly and looked him in the eye, still moving her hips slowly. Wasn't hard to guess what she said when she then leaned down to speak in his ear. "You almost came?" or "Were you close, baby?" or something like that. He laughed and ducked his head against her shoulder, which made her laugh again. She kind of petted his head tenderly for a second, then pushed it back, smiled at him, and started unbuttoning his shirt.

I was a little surprised when he stopped her. So, I think, was she. More smiles and more talking into his ear, but although he laughed along with her he kept shaking his head. Finally she sat back, laughed again, and went back to something closer to dancing than dry-humping, which was basically what she'd been doing while they talked.

"At least your shirt?" she said, her lips easy to read now. His answer didn't really matter since she was already unbuttoning it as she asked. He had a nice build, lean bordering on skinny with tight muscles. Clearly a runner. Marie ran her hands over his chest and stomach the rest of the dance, and when she'd given him three songs' worth of fun finally ended it with a quick but tender kiss.

"See, that's a lap dance," she said to Rachel when the guys were done cheering and in some cases doing "we're not worthy!" on the floor. Somebody leaped into the chair as Henry stood, but Marie laughed and pointed to Rachel and the older woman.

She didn't put her clothes back on, though, clearly enjoying moving around the room with all eyes on her and sitting squeezed with the boys on the couch or love seat. The crowd thinned rapidly over the next hour, the married or otherwise spoken for guys clearing off before it got too late, and we were down to just Henry, Mark, Richard, and a couple more by the time Marie found a quiet minute to come chat with me. 

"That was so fucking hot," she said, watching Rachel giggle as she fended off Mark's hands. 

"Who are you telling?" I laughed. "Kind of funny when Henry used his shirttails to hide his bone when he got up. Like we didn't all know he was hard."

"He almost came!" she said, wide-eyed and a little wicked. And totally delighted.

"Which it looked like you enjoyed."

"God. Probably good he didn't let me strip him. I was trying to figure out where the nearest condom was, 'just in case.'"

The way she said "just in case," emphasizing it with a grin, made it clear that there wasn't any "just in case" about it at all.

"He wasn't just hiding his hard-on, though," she went on, still grinning. "I left a little wet spot."

That had us both laughing and her maybe a little embarrassed. Not much, but a little.

"Okay," she said after another moment. "I'm going back in, coach. Mark and Rachel are too cute not to play with."

"Alright," I laughed, rubbing her shoulders like a good corner man. "Keep your guard up, watch your footwork, and look out for the high hard one."

"Think fast and I'll be fast, right?" she said, her laugh bright and happy.

Mark may have had an even better time than Henry. Marie was just as bold, but this time with the pretty brunette's body, too. She slid up close behind Rachel, pressing her up against Mark, guiding her hips, touching her body, and after a moment guiding Mark's hands up to do some touching, too. Rachel was all giggles and blushes and hardly any protests, even when Marie's hands touched very high on her thighs.

After a couple minutes Marie moved around behind Mark, sandwiching his head between their breasts for a minute before reaching down to unbutton his shirt and run her hands over his hairy chest. She whispered in his ear as she touched him and may have even kissed his neck a little, I didn't have a clear angle. He certainly enjoyed it, whatever she did.

The dance didn't end until one of them said something that made Rachel laugh and a grinning Marie leaned out over Mark far enough to kiss her pretty enthusiastically, clearly open-mouthed. When Rachel finally pulled back she wasn't laughing anymore, and when Marie then gestured to Mark the pretty brunette only hesitated a second before kissing him for a long minute, too, then stepped back and absolutely cracked up. She fell more than sat on the couch, fanning herself and blushing furiously, but got no respite. Marie followed her, dropping down astride her lap to tease and whisper.

The older stripper (I never got her name) finally decided she had every buck she was likely to get and started making noise about leaving. Marie leaned down to talk quietly to Rachel and after a second they both turned to look at me.

"Hey, Ken," Marie said. "Tell Rachel you're looking out for me tonight and you can get her home, too."

"Sure," I said with a smile. "I'll take care of you, Rachel. Nothing will happen that you two don't want to happen."

Well, that Marie doesn't want to happen. Rachel had as much chance of resisting Marie as she did the tide.

"He's probably scarier than your driver, anyway," said Marie.

"We don't have a driver," said the older woman.

"Then you need a new agency," I said. "Good lord."

"Honey, I'm long past being able to choose." There was some hesitation in the look she gave me. Marie saw it and started to reassure her, but for a change it was me that caught on first.

"No more money is going to change hands tonight," I said. "This is just a party among friends now, if the girls stay naked it'll be for the fun of it."

"Have fun, kid," she said over her shoulder, out the door before she was done talking.

Mark had moved over to the couch next to the girls after his lap dance, now he smiled at Marie and gently bumped her arm with the back of his hand.

"Being naked in company is fun?" he said.

"Depends on the company," she said sweetly. They looked at each other a moment, his smile spreading as she pointedly made no move to stop him looking at her body. Hard to pick out any one moment with Marie's energy where it was, but the connection between them right then probably sealed the deal on the wildness that followed.

"Not really fair," Mark finally said, "that the best man got the best dance of the night."

Marie laughed and stood, pulling Rachel to her feet.

"True, true," she said, nodding. "But you guys have to tell Henry to do it right. Have you ever seen what they do to grooms-to-be in strip clubs?"

"They stick 'em in a chair onstage," Richard said. "And strip 'em down while they dance for them."

"Yes," she said as Henry groaned. "But Henry stopped me from peeling him last time. Now that there are only a few of us left, maybe he'll be a little braver?"

It didn't take much encouragement. The girls spent a good few minutes dancing and teasing him, pulling off his clothes and touching him all over as they took turns in his lap. They sandwiched him, Marie touched Rachel from behind as Rachel danced in his lap, Marie trailed her hard nipples all over his chest, and he got his hands all over both of them with lots of encouragement.

They'd been playing for at least three, maybe four songs when Marie reached down for his cock. She was sitting astride his lap, very close, while Rachel stood behind him running her hands over his body.

Henry gasped when Marie's hand found him, his hips twitching involuntarily, then laughed and let his head fall back for a minute. He was bright red from hairline to chest. Marie stroked him for a couple minutes, basically sitting still yet somehow managing to do it with a wiggle, then smiled wickedly and leaned in to say something in his ear that caused Rachel to laugh and him to jump suddenly enough to almost dump Marie off. He shook his head, still blushing, and said something too quiet for me to hear. 

"You sure?" she said, her lips easy to read. He nodded, and she smiled and nodded in acquiescence.

We were all surprised when the music suddenly cut off. Everyone turned to see Richard standing by the stereo.

"Henry," he said, "if you just turned down a handjob from that girl I'll string you up by your toes."

The three of them at the chair laughed and Henry tried to cover Marie's mouth so she couldn't answer.

"No," he finally said. "I can honestly say I didn't turn down a handjob."

"Noooooooo," said Richard in disbelief.

"Yeah," said Marie, her smile turned once more on Henry. "What I said was 'I am so fucking hot right now. Shall we find a condom?' But Andie has a loyal man."

"Aw, you idiot!" said Mark with affectionate indulgence. "You told Andie she could get some!"

"Yeah," Henry said. "But I promised."

The guys teased him some, as you'd expect. I noted that Marie hadn't let go of his cock and that most of their attention was on each other, and after a moment Mark made it clear I wasn't the only one.

"Um, Marie?" he said, clearing his throat and waiting until she looked. It took a second. "If you want to give him some fun on his last night as a free man... some more fun, I should say... Andie doesn't give head."

Marie looked at Henry while the rest of the guys expressed their amazement. Whatever they said was lost in the chatter, but it wasn't hard to follow. The surprise, at least for everyone but me, came when it was quiet again.

"Rachel," said Marie, looking over Henry's shoulder at the brunette, "I know tonight has been wilder than you expected, but it's been fun, right? Can I talk you into helping me make maybe Henry's last-ever blowjob memorable?"

It didn't take much persuading. She stood, took Rachel's hand, and looked her in the eye as they went down to their knees in front of Henry. He started to protest, gesturing toward a bedroom, but Marie shook him off.

"A lot of the fun for me is in being watched, Mr. Henry," she said with another wicked grin. "Besides, this is a nice cock. You should want your friends to see it, enhance your rep."

Everybody laughed at that. Well, giggled, really, in that nervous, tense way you'll only hear in a room with multiple men and extremely high sexual tension. When Marie took Henry's cock in her hand you could hear the silence descend on the room, and when she leaned forward to plant a wet kiss on the shaft, her eyes locked on Henry's, I heard someone gasp "Oh my god."

Marie had to tell Rachel what to do at first, but they soon had a rhythm. They made it last, kissing and licking their way up and down his shaft and paying lots of attention to his balls in between bobbing up and down on him. There was another gasp when Marie took his long, slender cock all the way down her throat. And when he started to build to orgasm I could see several of the guys breathing in time with him.

He warned the girls when he was about to cum, and you could see the surprise when Marie immediately took him deep in her mouth, her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft and pumping in time with her head. She gave a series of little moans in time with his orgasm and didn't pull back right away, sucking him tenderly and slowly until he'd lost most of his erection.

Finally she pulled back and grinned at Rachel, who just looked stunned. Not unhappy, just totally unable to believe what they'd just done. Marie kissed her lightly, then climbed back into Henry's lap to kiss him deeply and at length, grinning all the while. He said something when they broke the kiss that made her laugh.

"Nice girls don't leave a mess," she said. "I don't mind. Besides, sometimes I give head in nice clothes, don't want to leave any stains."

"So if you'd been a White House intern..." Henry teased.

"No scandal, no evidence, and no talking afterwards. I'd have sucked that Presidential cock every damn day, then patted him on the ass and said 'Now go save the world, Sir!'"




Wedding Party



That broke the tightly-wound sexual tension a little, the boys laughing and cracking wise about Henry's Lewinski while Marie stood, winked at me, and went to sit on the couch between Mark and Richard. After a couple more wisecracks Richard poked her lightly with an elbow.

"I know we're not getting that." he said, "but is some more dancing in the cards?"

"Sure," she laughed. "But give me a minute. I'm almost high, I need to come down a little."

"You really like to do that?"

"Oh hell yes. I love it. Didn't it look like it?"

Whatever answer he gave was lost to me as Rachel came over for a drink. I turned on the charm for a couple minutes, reassuring her that this didn't make her a whore or even a slut, that if you're very lucky you'll have a few nights in your life where the right combination of cool people and great mood and the alignment of the stars or whatever combine to create a moment like we were having. And that thirty years down the line she'd be glad she'd stayed, glad she'd given Henry the thrill, and glad she had the trump card in dirty stories when her girlfriends got to talking. She was laughing and responding to my flirting when I saw Marie, who'd gotten up and started shaking her ass again, let herself be pulled down to dance in Mark's lap on the couch.

And this one wasn't so much a lap dance as it was foreplay. Her arms slid around his neck, forearms on his shoulders, and she was basically grinding her hips on his lap while he touched her body. No real dancing to it, a point emphasized by the fact that the music had been turned low enough so as to just be providing atmosphere. Hot as hell, though, and they had every eye in the house on them, including ours.

After a few minutes Richard leaned over to say something. Marie laughed and pushed his head away, but he leaned back in with grin and a "hey, I'm just asking" kind of shrug. A couple more minutes of talk, now aided by Mark, and she laughed again and leaned back a little.

"What's so funny over there?" asked one of the other guys, whose name I'd learn was Daniel.

"Richard and now Mark are trying to persuade me to repeat the entire dance I gave Henry," Marie said. "Apparently on both of them."

"Well, not at once," said Richard with a laugh.

"Aw," said Marie, which widened Richard's eyes and made Mark laugh.

"You'd do that?" Richard said. "Two at once?"

"Handsome boy, if I decide to do it I'll happily do it to every guy in this room at once. Just the thought gets me wet. Well, more wet."

He looked shocked, which got another laugh from her.

"So how do we help you decide?" said Mark, who was grinning from ear to ear and still touching Marie, gently examining her nipple piercings. Marie grinned at him.

"You're doing a pretty good job right now," she said.

"Am I? So if I offer to do for you what you did for Henry, that would help our cause?"

Marie laughed, the sexual energy starting to make her voice a little breathy. She looked at him a second, her fingers lightly grabbing his hair in perfect time with his gentle pinches of her nipples.

"Help, yeah," she said, then grinned at Richard. "But you're both asking me, right? So, what's in it for me, Ricky?"

"Oh, I'd love to try to get you off," he said, recovering his wits and grinning. "You want to come over here when you're done playing with Mark?"

Mark laughed and turned, sitting Marie on the couch between himself and Richard.

"Hey, the ladies double-teamed Henry," he said with a smile at his friend. "Come on. I'll play man-to-man, you run the trap."

More laughing. Marie's crack about guys and sports analogies was cut off by Mark's kiss and long forgotten by the time he broke it.

They did a pretty good job, aided by Marie's guidance. Both kissed her, both ran hands all over her, and they ran their double team pretty well when Mark moved toward Marie's pussy, Richard smoothly transferring his attention to her breasts and neck and lips. Mark explored her belly and thighs at some length and didn't move in on her center until she grabbed his hair and pulled him there. She wasn't bored or impatient, she was just really, really hot.

As evidenced by the fact that she came after only a few minutes of his tongue on her clit. Marie's good at guiding guys while they touch her, showing that she needs it harder or softer or faster or slower by movements of her hands and hips and by vocal guidance, and she got her reward very quickly this time. She dissolved into laughter after her orgasm and pulled Richard's face up from her breasts for a long, happy kiss.

"That was quick," said Mark with the satisfied grin guys get from making a woman cum.

"This night has been foreplay since my clothes came off," said Marie with a laugh. "But I can go again if you're feeling generous."

"Oh, by all means! Can I explore some, play with your piercing down here?"

"Like I'm going to say no to that."

He took his time, gaining confidence as she writhed under his touch. Their touches, Richard also seemed to be learning pretty quickly what she liked.

I'm not sure Mark even realized when she came the second time, it was just a long, shuddering gasp. He didn't stop or even pause. She grinned up at Richard, who grinned back and kissed his way around her face.

"Take your clothes off," she said after a moment. "And do it nice, let me watch you."

Takes a reasonably secure man to make a show of undressing while in a room full of guys. He pulled it off, though, smiling at her all the while. Nice body on the guy, lean and athletic, which made these guys three for three in that department. And I'm secure enough to say that when his pants came down we all got a surprise. Marie laughed with delight and Rachel, almost forgotten beside me, gasped out loud. Richard was packing. It was long and thick and already mostly hard.

"Damn, Richard!" Marie said. "And here I thought that was your given name."

He laughed at that, and when he bent down to kiss her she whispered something that made him laugh again. He grinned widely at her delighted smile when she reached down to take hold of him.

"Come here, now," she said quietly. He crawled up to present it to her, half-kneeling against the back of the couch.

Marie took her time getting to know the big tool. She kissed and sucked her way up and down it with obvious enjoyment for a few minutes, her gaze going from her new toy to his face and back. Her arms were outside his legs, making it awkward for her hands to reach him, which resulted in his cock flopping obscenely around against her face as she kissed and licked it. Finally she grabbed his ass in both hands and grinned up at him.

"You're going to have to do most of the work," she said. "I can't move much. But let me guide you until we get it down."

He did, but that doesn't mean it was gentle or slow. She took it easy for a few minutes, letting him gradually deeper, until finally his balls reached her chin. It was insanely hot and insanely obscene watching his big cock slowly slide out until the head appeared, then just as slowly slide back in, her mouth stretched wide to accommodate it and her head tilted back a little to let it into her throat.

Once she was used to it she guided him in picking up the pace, and when she didn't protest as his excitement increased he gradually built speed and force until he was fucking her face, saliva coating her chin now and her moans matching his thrusts. At one point he pulled it out for a second and looked down at her in concern.

"Am I hurting you, Marie?" he said.

"Nnnooooo!" her voice was a cry, she was near orgasm. She grabbed his ass again and pulled him back to her, her mouth groping for his cock like a hungry bird. "Give me!"

I hadn't been paying much attention to Mark at the other end of her, but now I saw that he was looking up at what Richard and Marie were doing and his intensity had picked up to match theirs, his mouth locked firmly over her pussy, jacking her clit with his tongue more than licking her.

She came twice before Richard did. He didn't pull back, and again her moans matched the timing of his orgasm, this time the action of her throat visible as she swallowed. It appeared to be an amount of cum worthy of a cock that big.

Her hands tightened on his ass when he started to pull back, keeping him there so she could give his cock some post-coital love. Marie's been known to almost anthropomorphize cocks, treating them like lovers separate from the attached boys. Which is mostly my fault, and which I find just insanely hot for some reason.

Richard finally flopped down next to her, reaching over to touch her face tenderly.

"Was I too rough?" he asked.

"God, no," she said, still breathless. "Showed these guys how I like it."

"You like it that rough?" said Mark from between her legs. She reached down to touch his face with a smile.

"Of course. Everybody does sometimes. And that wasn't really that rough."

"You've got tears on your face!"

"That happens when I deep throat. Especially when I deep throat a leg. That is easily one of the three or four biggest cocks I've ever seen, Richard."

He laughed and held it up, turning it this way and that. It's been observed before, but I'm glad I'm big. Be awkward to see her get off that hard on a monster if I had a minnow in my pants.

"And you," she said to Mark. "Fucking fantastic. That tongue curling thing you do could keep getting me off all night."

"Yeah?" he said, then curled his tongue in a U and started stroking her clit with it.

"Yeah," she breathed. After some teasing he seemed to be settling in again with intent, and Marie grinned and looked around the room.

"Somebody come take advantage of my oral fixation," she said. "Before I drag these two off to Vegas and marry them."

Daniel popped up off his chair so fast that I wasn't the only one to laugh out loud. I laughed again when he then tried to act casual. Marie asked him to strip for her the way Richard had, and he did, albeit with somewhat less confidence. He was redheaded and appropriately pale, but in very good shape. It occurred to me looking at the group of them that I was probably looking at a YMCA league basketball team, and I entertained myself periodically as the night moved on by trying to guess their positions.

Daniel wasn't the tower Richard was, but he certainly had nothing to be ashamed of. He was nervous at first, but it passed quickly. They kissed and touched for a few minutes before he moved into position, and he was clearly so overstimulated that he wasn't going to last.

Marie sensed it and kept letting him slip out of her mouth to kiss and lick him lewdly. Hot doesn't even come close to how she looked with his balls in her mouth, her eyes trained upward at his face, Mark holding her hips down with his arms while he ate her furiously.

Must have looked pretty hot to Daniel, too. She wasn't even sucking him when he started to cum. His cock was jutting into the air above her face while she licked and sucked his balls and the base of his shaft, then suddenly he was groaning and shooting into the air, onto the back of the couch, and all over her face. Marie laughed and tried to take him back in her mouth, but she couldn't reach and ended up covered in cum.

"Oh my god, I'm a pornstar!" she joked as Daniel almost fell backwards onto Mark. "Towel!"

The action paused while Richard wiped her face, although Mark never completely stopped kissing and licking her. When she was clean-ish, she pulled Richard down for another couple minutes of kissing, then grinned down at Mark.

"You are seriously good at that," she said.

"Thank you," he said with a huge grin. "But is it my turn now?"

"How about if it's both of our turn?" she said sweetly. Took him a second, so she grinned and added, "What else are you good at, Mr. Magic Tongue?"

He laughed, and despite her trying to tell him to do it slow he had the rest of his clothes off in about three seconds. She had to block him with a foot in his belly as he tried to dive on top of her.

"Condom!" she laughed. "Condom! I know how slutty you nurses are, sleeping with any doctor who smiles at you."

He laughed and bounded to his bedroom in an eyeblink, coming back with several condoms, most of which he tossed on a table.

"Right," he said as he leaned down to kiss her. "Something comes to mind about pots calling kettles black."

"I don't know what you could mean," she teased. "This is my first time, be gentle."

He was, but not for long. After a couple minutes Marie grabbed his hips with her legs and started pulling him in harder and faster. She pulled him down for a kiss, then pushed him back and looked at Richard.

"Let me see that thing again, Kong," she said. "Let's get dirty."

It was on after that. Mark fucked her hard and fast while Richard again plumbed her throat. She loved it, cumming several times and moaning steadily around the beast. Mark came first, her legs again tightening around his thighs as he pressed hard against her. When he was done she almost knocked Richard over shoving him back.

"Give it to me," she said, breathless. "Come on. I want that thing."

Mark handed him a condom and they were quickly at it. Richard started off careful, no doubt he'd heard "it's too big" more than once, but Marie bucked up to meet him and grabbed a handful of his hair.

"Fuck me, Richard!" she said, her voice almost a growl. "Come on, we aren't making love here!"

I pegged him for a guy who'd never really fucked before, but he learned fast. They were soon going at it so hard the couch was sliding across the floor. It was easy to spot Marie's orgasms, she sat up and grabbed him around the neck each time, getting the angle she needed to get off. His staying power was good and it was a pretty impressive fuck by the time he came, groaning and leaning down to kiss her hard. She'd had a good enough time by then to be partway out of it, in a happy sexual trance, and she just gently reached up to touch his face and kiss him, smiling almost dreamily. I grinned, happy for her. Not a lot of guys can do that to her.

When Richard rolled off Marie I put a hand on Rachel's waist. She'd stood rapt so far through the performance on the couch, turning to look at me wide-eyed from time to time but not showing any signs of fleeing the scene.

"You'll make her real happy, pretty girl," I said, "if you go sit by her and hold her hand and maybe talk to her while she comes down."

"What would I say?" she said, the wide-eyed gaze turned on me again.

"Just start with 'wow, that looked like fun' and go from there," I said with a grin and a pat on her ass. "Now hop. She likes to have somebody connected to her when she comes down from this high."

Marie grinned at her when she squeezed in on the couch, and although Rachel spoke too quietly for me to hear it looked like she said exactly what I'd suggested.

"It was awesome," Marie said. She was holding her hands up against her belly, amusing Richard and Mark and Rachel and Daniel by trying to approximate how far Richard's cock had reached inside her, when Henry and the fifth guy in the room came over to see if there was any margarita left.

"Adrian, dude, don't worry about it," Henry said while I poured. He punched his friend lightly on the shoulder.

"What's up?" I asked. Adrian looked like he'd rather not say, but Henry answered.

"He's dating Richard's ex," he said. Took me a second, but I got it and laughed.

"Hey, it's not all about size, brother," I said. He just nodded kind of glumly. Which I really shouldn't have found funny. Over their shoulders I could see that Marie wasn't wasting much time, she'd guided one of Rachel's hands to Richard's big cock and the two of them were feeling him up and laughing about it.

"I've never..." Adrian said. "Not like that."

At least it wasn't just me who found it funny. Henry was grinning now, too.

"For whatever it's worth," I said, shaking his shoulder reassuringly, "I don't think he has, either. That's Marie's influence. So come on. Let's go see if the little sex elemental can infect us with some of that."

Marie smiled at me as we moved over by them.

"Oh," she said. "You think you're playing, too, Ken? Sorry, I'm not touching the help."

"Hate to remind you, Sugarpop, but you're the help too."

"Oh, yeah." She shrugged and grinned brightly. "Okay, then. Strip."

"Actually," I said, "Adrian here was hoping Mark would show him that tongue trick before we get back to sullying your virtue in the Biblical sense."

She quickly had two guys between her legs, taking turns touching and licking, all three of them gleefully delighted to be naughty. The grin on Marie's face was priceless, she was having a very good time. She bit the end of one finger and giggled and touched the head of whoever was pleasing her at the moment, coaching and complimenting and occasionally bursting into laughter. And the guys fed off her joy, chuckling and tickling and a lot less uncomfortable than they'd have been if she was a more passive participant. It's always fun dirty as opposed to sordid with Marie.

When it was clear that the boys were going to be there for a few minutes Marie pulled Rachel's head down by hers and whispered something, her eyes twinkling at me all the while. Rachel laughed and brought a hand up to her face, blushing a little.

"Rachel doesn't believe your cock is as big as Richard's, Ken," Marie said. "She wants to compare them side by side."

Rachel laughed and started to protest, but I reassured her with a smile and a wink and stood to strip off my clothes, making a bit of a show of it. Daniel laughed when my half-erect cock came out.

"Fuck, man," he said. "And here I thought I was doing good."

"You are," said Marie. "Those two are outrageous. And I've seen a lot of cocks, believe me."

"We believe you," said Henry at the same time Daniel said "No problem there." Marie laughed and they both moved over to kiss her and make sure she knew they were teasing.

Rachel still stroked Richard's cock, kind of idly. He didn't seem to mind, although after two orgasms he wasn't getting hard right away. When the pretty brunette's eyes finally lifted to my face there was heat, but also a lot of trepidation. I smiled at her.

"Don't do anything you don't want to, pretty girl," I said. "Not everyone is the sex maniac Marie is."

"It's not that I don't want to," she said quietly. "It's... I have a boyfriend."

"Several, tonight," said Richard with a grin. She laughed, as did Marie.

"Ken," Marie said, "quit being Mr. Sensitive Guy and offer the girl some cock. She's a grownup, she can say no if she wants to. And you, missy, get to work. I can't take care of all these guys, they'll kill me."

I moved close, intending to help Rachel to her feet and move to give Marie and her suitors some room, but Rachel thought I wanted something else and took my cock in her hand, still stroking Richard. She giggled, her eyes wide, and after a second looked down at Marie.

"Kiss them, honey," Marie said quietly. "Seize the day, and all that. Seize the cock."

Rachel laughed and looked up at me. I could see the instant she decided to do it, her look changing subtly from shocked and a little scared to something naughtier. "Oh my god, what am I doing?" to "What the hell, you only live once," so to speak. She leaned forward and took me in her mouth, tentatively at first, then let out a long moan and sucked me deeper. Her mouth was very soft and very hot, and I gasped a little at the first touch.

"It's so big," she whispered when she pulled back, seemingly to herself. She turned to Richard's, still in her other hand, and it was obvious her lust was skyrocketing. She sucked him with real enthusiasm, the moans steadily increasing.




Wedding Party



The band was packing their instruments and the last guests were pocketing wrapped wedges of cake. While the grooms family loaded the remaining cars I followed a few stragglers out of the ballroom and into the hotel's bar for a nightcap. I knew just about everyone at the wedding and of course I was related to most of them. My name is Anthony and it was my niece's wedding. It was a pleasant evening but times change and people move on. I had done a long stretch in the service and now lived far from the family. These get-togethers can grow old fast, after a few hours.

I had heard all the family gossip a thousand times and was never much for big gatherings of the clan. I still chuckled at my uncles' tired, old jokes. I oohed and aawwed at the newest baby pictures. And I exchanged obligatory hugs and kisses with all my aunt and cousins. 

My forty-five years in the family had all been good ones. I was proud of my folks and happy to be related, but a large, close-knit family can be over-whelming. And this was one of those times. Fortunately the bartender was enjoying the five-spot I left with each order, and my glass was never empty. As he filled another small tin with Canadian Whiskey and swirled it gently in his hand; I heard a long-lost voice over my shoulder say, "I'll have a shot of whatever that is." 

It was the smoky, sexy strains of my cousin Olivia. I didn't need to turn around. The scent of Chanel drifted over me as her lacquered red nails wrapped around my rib cage and long, full waves of her raven hair fell about my shoulders. 

I could smell the tobacco on her breath and feel the gold bangles in her lobes. I sensed the ripples down my spine as she playfully nibbled at my neck and ears. She tussled my crew-cut as she had when she was my babysitter way back in the day, and slid on to the next barstool. "I'm going to need another beer to wash down whatever he's pouring." We clinked glasses and toasted the new happy couple. 

Olivia was always rumored to be the "party girl," but appearances were deceiving. Admittedly, in her prime those double-d's entertained the boys as a go-go dancer, cocktail server and flight attendant among other things. On a petite frame with luscious dark locks and eyes, she seemed to be a lit stick of dynamite. But she was always a good girl who earned her own way and never caused trouble. 

She was now a little past fifty but the years had treated her well, at least physically. It's true she was twice divorced, one adult child in rehab and one other living as a guest of the state for the past ten years, but that's a story for another time. A few laugh lines and a bit more padding only added to the allure of a fantasy MILF. In truth she was just a lonely divorcee struggling to get by. 

I was the youngest in my immediate family by about ten years and she was an only child. Our mothers were sisters and lived on the same block. Which brought our tight little family group together on many occasions. She would often spend the night and even vacation with us. So from an early age my daydreams grew into prime masturbation material with Olivia at the heart of it. I often caught fleeting glimpses of a firm ass and amazingly full, round breasts in bikinis, pajamas or short, tight dresses. It was this painfully off-limits body that always triggered my imagination. I learned emotional angst at an early stage. 

It's not just that she had nearly ten years on me and considered me a nuisance. Or even that if she hadn't been attracted to older men and "bad boys," I was still a kid and more interested in baseball, and would have been too immature to ever act on my pubescent crush. And also the notion of incest and corruption were terrifyingly taboo in our Old-World Catholic family. 

But now in the first quarter of the twenty-first century, society's walls were crumbling. We were both well into middle age, trudging through quiet, desperate lives, stoked with the chain-break of alcohol and would both be on airplanes tomorrow. I did not realize it at that moment but these two passing ships were destined to meet in the night. 

As the evening's festivities dwindled into a last-call of lonely people saying their good-byes, Livy and I had run the gamut of conversation from schools, jobs, relations and family. Our two-o'clock dialogue, fueled by melancholy and quick-paced due to impending separation; had taken on sexual undertones and been marked by leering looks, furtive back rubs and lewd remarks. It seemed to be just the light banter of distant cousins reconnecting. With the sly innuendo or dirty joke as a natural part of the conversation. 

She mentioned that she had wine and vodka in her room and I snagged a six-pack at the last moment. We trundled off to the elevator for an innocent parting drink to talk about the next family reunion, thinking only of exchanging numbers and trading laughs. 

I wasn't crude or perverted enough to actually plot a rendezvous with my cousin, but I did have eyes. And Olivia could still fill-out a dress. Even in a burlap sack, she would capture your attention. She wore a clingy, purple dress that hugged her many curves, low-cut and off-the-shoulder. It would take a magician to hide those tits so why bother, besides they had always been her calling card. And even though most of the tales about her scandalous reputation were over-blown and wrong, she still enjoyed the salacious looks she could draw. 

Her physique was a marvel to structural-engineering. Those fleshy globes bounced deliciously, barely concealed under the dark material, and each step in her stiletto heels sent small ripples across her massive boobs. Livy had liquid-chocolate eyes in a round face with big cheeks and warm sensuous lips. The worn semblance of pink gloss had matched the nails on her fingers and toes. And her slightly lined olive complexion was framed by mounds of coal-black hair that tumbled in sheets across her bare shoulders and down her back. 

Of course by the time the elevator deposited us on the eleventh floor, her shoes were in one hand while the other supported the weight of her raven tresses. She had asked me to unzip the back of her too-tight dress and mentioned that while I poured drinks, she was planning to shower and change into lounging pajamas so that we could chat until I had to leave. 

I will admit that while unhooking her dress and gazing past her neck and down the front of her abundant proportions, my blood (not to mention my cock,) began to stir. At one point, as the car came to a stop, she stumbled bare-footed and fell back against me. I supported her by locking two hands under the cups of her heaving breasts. And I know she felt the prodding force of my sheathed cock, poking at her soft, round ass. We both loosed a stilted laugh and quickly separated. I felt the warmth of her body and noticed a slight sheen to her contours. A hint of perfume still lingered and my eyes followed her alluring, slightly wobbly bounce, as she tip-toed along the hall and into her room.

Once inside, Liv said to relax as she ducked into the bathroom. I could hear faucets running and drawers sliding as her clothes hit the floor. I'm not a big dress-up guy, so I was quickly reduced to wrinkled black slacks and tee-shirt, formal shirt and tie discarded and shoes, socks and belt thrown on the floor. I poured libations for us both and clicked on the t.v. I scanned the tiny room and saw a small table and chairs heaped with her travel clothes and accessories. So placing our drinks on the nightstand, I slouched against the headboard of the only bed in the room. 

For a moment I thought of how inappropriate this may appear to an outsider, but we were adults and family. It would seem strange to stand fully dressed in a far corner. Other than the normal sexual musings that dance through the head of a slightly inebriated, half-dressed guy, laying on a beautiful, sexy woman's bed, everything seemed casual and innocuous. 

Olivia popped out of the bathroom and the temperature in the room instantly began to rise. She wore short, tight undies that revealed a pair of remarkably toned legs. The orange silky material contrasted nicely with her tanned stems and clung revealingly to her wide hips. In the mirror I spied the bottom of both butt-cheeks peeking out, and the obvious delineation of her plump rear end. But as she pranced towards the bed, leaned over to grab her drink and plop down beside me, it was those magnificent breasts that stole the show. 

If she seriously believed that this frilly, see-through baby doll top could conceal her assets, she was woefully mistaken. And if this was some half-drunk, playful tease for a harmless relative it was slow torture. I needed to sub-consciously douse my head with cold water and remember that she was my cousin and dangerously off-limits!

Over the course of forty minutes to an hour, we were just grown-up kids again. Laughter, regrets, memories and hopes were tossed about and argued over. We settled into a comfortable embrace, mostly laughing at the good times, her head resting on my shoulder, me playing with her long, thick hair. It occurred to us later that I was booked at another hotel, and it was now after four a.m. So it didn't require much debate to just turn off the television and click the lights. A stilted, awkward moment followed as I slipped off my pants, kissed her on the forehead and we ducked under the sheets, leaving as much room between us as the tiny bed allowed. 

She broke the strained silence by saying, "Tony, please cuddle me until I fall asleep. Sometimes I feel so lonely and it's been years since anyone held me." We laid on our sides and she gingerly backed into me, wedging her warm, soft butt against my crotch with her legs mingling between mine. Her head was nestled in the crook of my left arm, my nose and mouth pressed to her neck inhaling the hint of shampoo and pheromones. My right arm looped over her chest and rested unavoidably between the two cushy mounds of her cavernous cleavage. 

I don't know the precise order of events, but it wasn't long before her ass squirmed and my raging cock ground against her. My hand began to roam like it had a mind of its own. Soon my fingers were twiddling the distended tips of her large, dark nipples and I squeezed them between my fingers and thumb, rolling and pinching them while I kneaded their heavy globes. 

She purred seductively and her right hand slowly eased along my thigh and worked its way inside my shorts. As much as I worshipped those enormous tits, my hand slid down her belly and started to explore the steamy triangle at her hips. Livy moaned and coyly spread her legs allowing me to play among the coarse curls of her trim mound. Soon my wandering digits found a warm, moist opening inviting further exploration, and she kicked off the sheets and rolled onto her back with her legs spread conveniently apart. 

My cock grew to attention as she stroked it hesitantly. She wrestled my shorts off and worked the full length of my rod, unconstructed by any material. It wasn't long until drops of oily residue beaded up at the tip. She lubed her palm with my secretions and rubbed a steady, brisk action up and down. Her motion grew more insistent and my cock doubled in length and circumference. She varied her rhythm, toying with the purplish mushroom head then sliding down to my balls and cupping them in her hand like fondling big marbles. 

My fingers were manipulating her folds, teasing her lips and prodding gently then more forcibly into her amazingly tight, steamy vagina. Suddenly and with a great shudder, a geyser of wetness flooded down her thighs, and a small trickle of creamy fluid oozed towards her ass. My hand was soaked and sticky and I pressed the meat of my palm against the protruding clit. Her hips heaved and gyrated wildly as she mounted to another orgasm and the powerful muscles in her abdomen and thighs contracted to bring on the spasm. She shivered in ecstasy, hoarse throaty moans escaped from deep inside as her hips and ass flung themselves maniacally around the mattress. I'm fairly certain we were both highly embarrassed and also mightily aroused. 

Her hand was a squishy blur when she pistoned it back and forth on my cock. I was nearly at the launch-point when our eyes finally made contact. She was breathing hard and fast, her cheeks puffed out from the exertions. Liv looked determined to bring my cock to full intensity. That lovely black hair was plastered to her face with perspiration, and her body glistened with dew. Livy's big tits wobbled and swayed with each thrust and I was red-lining to a point of no return. She was grunting from the effort, mumbling and swearing obscene oaths to all the gods. Her body writhed and coiled in the throes of her release. I peered into her glowing, dilated orbs and could see that no more foreplay was necessary.

"Tony, do it now. Fuck me! Fuck me! I need it so bad. I want your cock and I want you to give it to me harder and deeper than you've ever fucked anybody!" 

I couldn't resist and I couldn't hold back. It was now or never, incest be damned. My cock was ready to burst and I wanted to fuck Olivia like I was due to be executed in the morning. "I'm gonna fuck you livy, I'm gonna fuck you like a shameless whore. I want your pussy and I'm gonna bang away at you."

"Do it! Fuck me like your whore. I want it."

I grabbed her roughly and rolled her onto her belly and knees. I wanted to plunge straight into her steamy snatch and hold onto those gigantic tits while I drove into her. I positioned her hips at the perfect height, and rubbed her clit and lips enough to keep the fluids flowing. Then I squeezed her fleshy ass on both sides and rammed my cock at her hot orifice. She was so tight after years of abstaining from sex, that even after my probing fingers and her multiple orgasms, it was still like driving my cock into a soft, warm wall. 

I had a notion of drilling her and pumping my thick tool into this hot bush for hours, but my excitement combined with the torrid friction caused me to explode. The cum gushed out of me in a torrent. Creating a soupy, white lake on her spine and long gooey tentacles of semen to drip down her butt and splash onto her legs. We both laughed, easing the mild tension and lightening the mood, but it was apparent we both wanted to continue. 

Liv looked back over her shoulder and said, "don't stop Tony, I told you I need fucked. Do whatever you want and stick it in me." She reached between her thighs and forced two fingers into her snug twat and used the dripping semen to coat her path. "I know it's tight honey, but just keep pushing, I can take it. And I want you in me."

I flogged my cock to keep it rigid and it was not as thick as before, then I greased it up by scooping some cum from the puddle on her lower back. This time, I was able to guide the bulbous head through Livy's constricted passage and slide the entire length in up to my cum-filled balls. Once I got saddled-in, I reached for her huge floppy jugs, and worked them like putty. It felt so great to push into her and tug on those sweet tits at the same time. We settled into a smooth pattern of me plunging into her hot snatch and her soft ass meeting each stroke by grinding against me. The hard wet slap of my balls banging her backside kept pace with her head bouncing against the headboard. 

Liv was alternately swearing, moaning and screaming. Her pussy muscles clung to my slippery pole to keep me in, with a vice-like grip. I pulled her sopping, black locks, tugged on those jiggly mammaries and slapped her sticky, sweaty bottom. I was drenched in sweat and struggling to hold on. She bucked like a wild animal. My cock was a phantom plowing in and out of her hot tunnel. I wanted to last for an hour but I also wanted to fill her with my boiling seed.

I couldn't control it any longer and I didn't truly want to. I felt the pressure rumbling up from my liver and shoot out through my pecker. I came in buckets. Three or four tremendous blasts of jizz pouring into her soggy womb. Our bodies shook like we were being electrocuted, for about five minutes. The aftershocks finally ebbed and cooled. Liv collapsed on the bed and my exhausted body fell on top of her, my cock still impaled in her smoldering cunt. 

After our breathing returned to normal and our bodies relaxed, my limp cock slid out of her soggy slit. We rolled onto our backs and she snuggled alongside me. Then for whatever reason, I blurted out something stupid and potentially disastrous. "Gawd, I really just fucked my cousin. I've thought about doing you for years." 

Olivia froze, all motion in the room stopped. Then after what seemed an eternity, her head tilted up at me, her big brown eyes shined seductively and her pouty lips puckered. She planted a sloppy, wet kiss on my lips and said she loved every second of it. "I haven't had sex in years. And I waited until I'm in my fifties, in a hotel room with my kid cousin. It's so nasty, that's what made it so exciting and kinky." 

With a little nervous laughter I said, "I hope it was worth it." 

"Tony, I know neither of us planned this, and I know it's incest. I also know you've thought about this since we were kids, that's exciting too. Fuck this taboo. We're the only ones here, we like it, we enjoyed it. Let's have fun. At that, she began to stroke my flaccid organ, encouraging me with dirty words and sensual efforts to reach another erection. "I hope you're not going to quit now. We've come this far, let's make some crazy memories." 

"You know Livy, I have always dreamed about cumming on your tits." 

"Tonight's your night, cowboy. Go for it!" 

She was in such a positive, accepting mood, I had to push my good fortune. "Suck me Liv, I want to feel your mouth on my cock and watch while you blow me." 

Again, she froze for a long second and then whispered hesitatingly. "I've never done that before. I'm not sure I'll be any good at it." I was pleasantly shocked. 

She laughed when I told her that there are no bad blow-jobs. And before she could debate it, I curled my hand in her long tresses and centered her mouth directly above my aching, glistening cock. I watched with nervous anticipation as she gripped my tool, then slowly licked a long path from my sack up to the big red knob. She kissed the tip and swirled her tongue around the stiff ridge, all the while strumming it's length faster and firmer. I saw her lick her lips and savor the salty flavor of both her fluids and mine.

She sampled a bit longer; kissing a lot, licking a bit and sucking just a little. Her big doey eyes caught mine. "You're not going to cum in my mouth are you, I'm not sure I'm ready for that yet. No one's ever done that."

I answered quickly and I hope, reassuringly, "I told you I want to cum on your tits. Just please suck me and get me started." 

Olivia was pleased with my response and proceeded to her new adventure. "You can't imagine how many guys have tried to get me to do this over the years. You are one lucky cousin." She then laughed so hysterically hard I thought I would lose my hard-on. 

Now she started in enthusiastically. I think she wanted to impress me with her form or at least, not embarrass herself. And with the additional comfort of knowing she wouldn't get a mouthful of spunk, she practiced the art of the deep-throat. "I can't believe how thick your cock is. It's no wonder we had trouble getting it in my vagina, it barely fits in my mouth. Maybe if you had told me how big it is thirty years ago, I'd have fucked you before. She giggled and smiled broadly as her cum-slickened hands roamed and probed the texture and girth of my marble shaft. 

Olivia's pink tongue traced slow circles around my pole, following the thick, light-blue veins. She inhaled more of the helmeted head into her soothing mouth and we both appeared to enjoy the delightful sensation. She used the flat, sensitive top of her tongue to wet my cock along all sides, her saliva dripped down its length soaking her hands. With her right hand sliding easily along the well-oiled trunk, her left hand pushed her sweaty, heaving tits together, creating a slippery deep gorge for my cock to enter and pump away at those sweet, generous pillows. When the head of my cock would appear at the top of her deep cleavage, she would flick at the opening-slit with her pointy tongue and let the droplets of pre-cum drip from her chin and splash onto her abundant bounty. 




Wedding Party



I could not hold back any longer, this entire evening had been a lifetime fantasy. The sight of my sexy, incestuous cousin pumping my slick cock between her plump, moist boobs; and the idea that this was her first-ever blow-job and I was on the receiving end, was just too much. The urge was mind-numbing. 

I grabbed my solid, well-lubed cock and shouted for Livy to squeeze her luscious tits. I began to rapidly stroke my rod, aiming at those wet, full mounds. I saw her eyes enlarge, taking in every detail and offering sexy, filthy encouragement. "Cum for me, baby. Bathe me in your cum. I want to watch you spill out all over my big tits and feel the warmth of your cum on my body. I know that's what you want. You've always wanted my tits, well here they are. They're yours now. Do it. Cum on me. You own me now, show me, cum on me, baby. Yeah baby...Oh yeah...That's it...Yes, yes ahhh." 

My engorged tool could take no more. I pumped and thrusted. My shaking hand strained to harness my powerful cannon. The thick white stream of gooey liquid burst across her creamy breasts. It was overwhelming at first. A flood of milky liquid drenching and coating her tits. Liv's excited screams and peals of anxious laughter echoed as the uncontrollable flow covered her chest, splashed in her face and sprayed sticky white globs into her jet-black hair.

Years of pent-up passion and desire were flooding the room. Her hands painted the sticky solution on her tits and lips. She tentatively licked the salty sauce from her nipples and sopped up the remainder with her fingers and eagerly plopped them in her mouth to suck on. I was so captivated with the taboo image before me and driven with lust at this wet-dream come alive; that I guided my sloppy cock back to the dark, wiry hairs of her pussy. It only took a second this time to thread my cock inside her hot, snug hole. 

Olivia eased the process by rapidly and hungrily rubbing her swollen, pink nub. Her clit was enlarged and raw-looking, poking out from its protective hood. But Liv thrashed and pressed at it, driving her hips upward to meet my thrusts. My cock, only one-third of its original dimensions, snaked forward. Once inside I could feel the modest expansion begin, as there was not much more to offer. I shuddered to produce one last jolt of semen. This final effort was more performance than result. After struggling and straining for a few minutes we both dissolved into a sticky, sweaty mass on the messy mattress. 

We complimented ourselves on our stamina, desire and willingness to combat inhibitions. For a short while we lay in each other's arms timidly petting and mopping up excess moisture. Our thoughts remained our own and we exchanged some quizzical glances. Dawn was breaking, traffic was moving again and we both had planes to catch. Liv covered herself with a towel and headed for the bathroom. I struggled into my clothes and prepared for the dreaded "walk of shame" through the lobby of the hotel. 

As I stumbled to the door, Livy popped her head out and said, "You know there's an anniversary party scheduled for next month, back home." She had a big sexy smile on her slightly blushing face. 

"It will be good to see family again," I answered. I gave her a quick peck on the lips and walked out the door. 

Home seemed farther away than I remembered. 

The End.

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