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The "Best Man"

By: No Panty Girl



"It's silly!" I exclaimed.

My kid brother Brad had suggested I be his "best man" for his upcoming wedding to his cute redhead girlfriend Amy.

Brad was four years younger than me and been an usher at my wedding to Rick a couple of years before. Brad and I had always been close, sometimes too close!

There had been that wild party we had when the folks were out of town and I had drank far too much and ended up sucking my brother's cock amongst a few others. Brad never mentioned it after that night but the memory of my brother coming in my mouth haunted me.

"What will Amy say?" I argued.

"I already motioned it to her and she is cool with it!" Brad answered.

"You've never told her about us?" I asked.

"Of course not." Brad assured me.

"Did you like it?" I couldn't help asking.

"You were the best!" my brother smiled.

"Would you like a special wedding present?" I teased.

"You bet!" Brad answered knowing what I was offering.

Brad had never seen me naked. When I had gobbled his cock I had only been topless with cum smeared tits. I decided to give him the Full Monte for his wedding gift.

We were alone in my apartment, Rick was at work and Brad had dropped by to ask me if I would take part in his wedding. It was the perfect opportunity to seduce the groom.

I took my brother's hand and led him into my boudoir where Rick and I had fucked just a couple of hours before.

Untying my robe I let it slip off my shoulders and fall to the floor so I stood totally naked before my kid brother.

"Jesus Christ Michelle, you are a knock out!" Brad exclaimed.

"Better than Amy?" I teased.

It was an unfair question; Amy was a cute little redhead who had not yet fully matured. Her boobs were on the small side and she had no ass. I knew my 38C tits were more than my brother was use to and I had the flared hips of a breeder.

"Maybe I will ask her if I can bring you along on our honeymoon?" Brad joked.

A threesome with my brother and his wife, something to think about!

"Let's do it!" I said.

Brad quickly got naked. Peeling off his boxers his beautiful hard cock sprung out into view. It was like seeing a long lost love after all this time. I remembered his good it had felt in my mouth, how pungent his salty sperm had tasted flooding my mouth.

"I have to tell you something first." I said to my brother as he joined me in the bed. "I am not on the pill. Rick wants me to get pregnant, but with another man's baby!"

"He has a black friend he wants to knock me up." I explained, "But I don't want to have a black baby."

Brad knew how Mom and dad would freak out if I had a half-breed child. 

"So what are you saying?" Brad asked.

"I want you to make me pregnant!" I confessed.

"Do you think that is a good idea?" my brother queried.

"It's what I want!" I pleaded.

Without further adieu my brother mounted me. My pussy was still wet from my earlier fuck with my husband. Rick would never cum in me, always pulled out and wasted his load on my stomach. Now my brother's potent cockhead was so close to my fallopian tubes waiting to scavenge his seed.

Brad's cock slid into me so smoothly as if it belonged, I wrapped my legs around my brother's hips and embraced him into my womb.

"Give me my baby!" I whispered in his ear as my hips rose up to push his further into me.

It was the most beautiful fuck of my life. Slow powerful strokes priming my pussy to receive his seed. 

"Oh yes Brad, you feel so good!"

It was a long leisurely fuck, neither of us in a hurry to end it. We just wanted to enjoy each other, bonding together in the creation of another life.

"Kiss me Brad." I moaned.

Out tongues dueled in my mouth as his cock fulfilled my desire. I sucked my brother's tongue as his sperm spilled into my belly. 

It was done!

Brad's wedding was three months after our mating. I had to decline being a participant in the ceremony as I was beginning to show.

Everyone was congratulating me on my up coming motherhood, even Amy. 

Only my husband and Brad knew the whole story! 

The Best Man



I'm in the bedroom of a private home in a town a couple hundred miles from where I work, to be part of the summer wedding of my best friend. I've met his bride-to-be many times as she visited him in college and in the town where we both work. She's very nice, attractive, friendly and they seem to get along great (my understanding is the sex is terrific) so I wish them both all the happiness possible. Maybe I'm cynical or perhaps I just haven't met the right girl yet but I don't see why anyone would agree to fuck only one person for the rest of their natural life, so help you God. I've discussed this with my friend and basically his answer is, "Dick, we've all got to grow up sometime."

This isn't a truly small town but the neighborhood where both my friend and his fiancée grew up is like it's own small town. It seems as if everyone has lived here for generations, gone to the same schools and been to various parties and events in each others homes all their lives. Everyone from out of town is housed in the homes of friends and neighbors. I'm in the home of a neighbor of my friend's family. They're very nice, never lock the door, and have told me to feel free to come and go as I like and help myself to anything in the kitchen if I feel hungry. The room I'm in apparently belonged to their daughter, now grown and married with a couple kids, living miles and miles away.

I've just showered. I'm standing in the bedroom naked, hanging up a suit in the closet, about to dress for the rehearsal dinner. The door to the room almost bangs open and a woman's voice says, "Michelle, I didn't . . .". I look and a very attractive woman in a light summer dress is standing there. "Oops," she says, steps back and closes the door. I'm still standing there in my bare skin, looking at the door, in a delayed reaction to the whole thing when the door opens again. The same woman steps in quickly and closes the door behind her. She walks towards me and says, "Hi, I'm Jane."

I was right. She's very attractive. Maybe not quite movie star quality but certainly among the top few percent of pretty women. Blond hair, big eyes well made up, cute nose, small mouth and what looks to be a fine body. Flowered summer dress, all pink and white and lavender, with shapely bare legs below and white sandals. I can't tell women's ages. Sixteen or forty, they can all look alike at times. I'd guess that this one, Jane, was in the low thirties, five or six years older than me. But she was very, very attractive and I'm standing there naked. Partly it was awkward but partly it was sexy. I mean, she's the one that came in after she saw me naked. I'm sure my cock grew at least a little, involuntary, just by her coming in.

Anyway, she's walking right to me and says, "Hi, I'm Jane."

So I smile and answer, "I'm Dick."

She says, "You certainly are," and reaches out to put her hand under my cock and wrap her fingers lightly around it, just feeling or holding it. She also stretches her head up to me for a kiss, so I kiss her. She then lets go of my cock, which had grown a lot in her grasp, turns her back to me and points to a clasp at the top of the back of her dress.

"Unfasten this, please, I can't quite get to it right."

So I use both hands and unhook it.

"Unzip," she says.

So I do. She then steps out of her sandals as she turns back around facing me and then sort of shrugs out of the dress and lets it fall to the floor, shaking her hips a little as it hangs up slightly. She reaches behind her and unfastens her bra and bends over slightly to drop it off her breasts and get it out over her shoulders and then drops it on the floor, too. She has a lovely shape, truly beautiful breasts, not the largest in the world but big enough they bulged out wider than her upper body. Almost maroon nipples, small and tight. She then takes hold of the top of her panties and bends again to get them down her legs and onto the floor. Hey, this is a truly beautiful woman. Great face and great body. Her pubic hair was dark brown, not as full a full thatch as some, a natural blonde. Long, lovely legs -- if they were normal length, she'd be about three inches shorter. They go all the way to her ass, as the old saying goes, and it was a lovely ass. Round, firm, standing up as nicely as her breasts.

All in all, she'd be a stand out in any crowd. On a scale of ten she's right up there, maybe an 8 1/2. But why me? I mean, I'm in decent shape and fairly well hung, at least I've never had any complaints, but I'm no freak of nature with a humongous salami hanging between my legs. I guess she's just a horny woman, couldn't pass up a naked man. I have to admit, I'd not have passed her up if I happened upon her in a similar situation. And she's not holding a gun to my head or anything.

She steps off her small pile of clothes to me, puts one hand around my cock again, which was fully upright by then, and pressed her breasts into me as she looked up. I kissed her, putting my arms around her and she responded by putting her free hand on my butt. After a moment of swabbing each others mouths out, she pulls free, takes my arm and crosses the few feet to the bed. Smiling at me, she then gets on the bed, lays out flat on her back, brings her knees up slightly and then spreads her legs,

"C'mere, Dick," she said. "The rest of you too."

So I get onto the bed, up between her legs and over her, supporting myself on my arms, so I could kiss her again. As we kiss, she grabs my cock again and starts masturbating her self with it. Really rubbing hard and fast. I'm about to complain, rubbing my cock head against her wiry pubic hair is starting to irritate. But then she lets go, spreads her legs even wider and rotates them up towards her upper body, smiles, and says, "Fuck me, Dick."

She still has hold of my cock and helps guide it in to her. That little workout using my cock must have aroused her because I slip right in easily. She's well lubricated.

Jane really likes to fuck. She ends up with both feet on the bed, pushing back and damn near lifting me completely into the air. She's also very quiet except for some heavy breathing, no screaming or yelling, although from the look on her face she might have been having enough emotion to want to yell. It's a really good fuck. She's tight enough certainly for me to feel great in there. She has control or something because her cunt just grabs my cock and acts as if it's trying to suck me into her. And she's energetic, we're really bouncing around. I can tell by her gasps that she's about to orgasm and then I feel a lot of juices leaking around where my cock fits into the seal of her vaginal lips and in another few seconds I feel myself coming. I'm sure I'm filling her up with all the sperm I shoot off. She calms down, wraps her legs up around me and we kiss again. A much quieter kiss. A goodbye kiss, I think.

We just stay there, holding one another, kissing, me still in her, for a while. Then she lets go, damn near pushes me off, smiles at me and goes over to her clothes. She pulls her panties back on, gets her breasts into the bra cups and fastens it back on. She pulls her dress up and, as she steps back into her sandals, says,

"Dick, come fasten this for me."

So I do, my softened cock now hanging red and sticky, and also zip her up.

"I'll see you at the dinner," she says, smiling, then opens the door and leaves, closing it behind her.

I've certainly never before had anything quite like that happen. I mean, she's really attractive, really built. And a great fuck. But the whole thing probably didn't take five minutes. She's in and out of my room before anyone could miss her. I smile to myself and wonder about small town life and what else might happen to me here. I get dressed and about thirty minutes later, at the country club, amidst a couple hundred people talking and drinking and getting ready to go in to dinner, my best friend's fiancee introduces me to several people. Then, there's Jane, with a guy, and I hear,

"Dick, this is my brother Paul and his wife, Jane."

I reach out to shake his hand and just say, as guys do, "Paul."

He shakes back and says, "Dick."

Jane smiles and adds, "Dick, I understand you're the Best Man here. We'll probably see each other often."

"I look forward to it," I reply with a smile.

Her tongue comes out of her smile to lick her lips a little.

The bride-to-be has my elbow, sort of pushes me on and says, "Oh, Dick, meet the Reverend Matthews . . . "



The Best Man



It was only a week before my wedding and my best man had set up the usual 'Batchelor Party' for me at his place. But, this being a small college town, there wasn't really that much he could do. It wound up being a few of my friends, some beer, some skin flicks and plenty of laughs. We had a good time, but it didn't score high on the outrageous scale. Yet. 

As the agenda for the evening was light, the crowd started getting thin around midnight. Pretty soon it was just the best man (Dan) and myself when the doorbell rang. It was my bride-to-be Deb with her maid of honor Jennifer. Deb is a small ( 5'2", 110 lbs) feisty natural redhead with outstanding 36C tits. Jennifer is a taller blonde with an equally impressive rack. They had decided to 'crash' our party, but they didn't realize that the party was already over. 

Dan and I were certainly feeling no pain with the drinking that we had been doing and the girls had apparently been celebrating some on their own. They were a little disappointed that they didn't get to crash the party, but quickly cheered up when they saw that a porno was still playing on the television and that there was plenty of beer left. They settled in to enjoy the atmosphere. 

During the evening I had received a few gag gifts for my pending journey into matrimony. Included in this was a set of handcuffs to be used at 'appropriate times as required'. My somewhat submissive Deb saw these and wondered out loud if these were meant for her. Dan told her they were to ensure that she was 'to be a good girl' and 'do what she was told'. Deb replied that she usually did - while staring and me and rubbing her right nipple with her finger. 

Jennifer told her not to let things get out of hand, but Deb said that we all should enjoy the evening. She took the handcuffs in her hand and walked over to sit on my lap. She asked me when an appropriate time would be. I just smiled. She and I had been having great sex for a couple of years and had fanaticized about including someone else in our fun, but the opportunity had not really been there. Deb rubbed her tits into my chest as we shared a long deep kiss. I caressed her back and ass as our tongues danced together. 

'You guys are hotter than couple on the screen, ' said Dan. We looked up and saw that the movie showed a couple in a house that was also engaged in a deep kiss. As they started getting undressed and Deb just looked at me with this anticipating 'how about it?' in her eyes. 

At this point, Jennifer had decided that she didn’t what to know where this could go, and she doesn't want to be a part of it. She smiled politely and says her goodbyes. Dan tried to protest, telling her to stay for some guaranteed fun, but she wasn't having any part of it. 

After the door shut, Dan said he was going to the kitchen to get another beer. While he was gone, I asked Deb if she really was up for this. It would be our first threesome. I tell her if she was game, I am all for it. 

Without giving me an answer, she got up from my lap when Dan came back into the room. She walked over to him and looked up at him and said that she needs to do as she is told. From across the room, I told her to give him a kiss. A good kiss, like she meant it. She reached around his neck with her arms and they began a deep embrace. She rubbed her cunt on his thigh and they ground together. My senses were full of wonder. I should have been jealous of seeing my girl with another man, but instead I had never been so horny in my life. She looked so hot. 

I didn’t just want to be a spectator, so I got up and made my way across the room. Dan and Deb were still locked in tongue wrestling when I walked up behind Deb and started caressing her ass. I leaned forward and in a loud whisper told Deb that she needed to be a good girl and do as she is told. She moaned into Dan’s mouth. I told her that it is time for her to show Dan what she's got. 

Deb broke away from her kiss with Dan and took a couple of steps away from us. She had this look of unbridled lust on her face. She started to unbutton her blouse and then pulled it out of her pants. It dropped to the floor and she reached behind her to undo her white lace bra. When the clasp was undone, she looked at me and then let it fall. 

Dan gasped at her beautiful round breasts with large brown nipples that had just been exposed. 'Do as you were told,' I reminded her. She took her hands across her tits and tweaked her nipples to make them hard. She then unfastened the belt on her slacks and unzipped the fly. She pushed them and her panties down in one motion. As she stepped out of them, Dan got his first glance at her neatly trimmed bright red bush. 

She stood completely naked in front of us and Dan and I both had incredible hard ons still tucked away. 'Now take care of Dan,' I instructed and she immediately knelt in front of him and started to open his jeans. As she pulled them down to the ground, his cock popped out of his boxers. His cock was shorter than my 7", but very fat and Deb stroked it in her hand and started to tongue the tip. Dan took off the rest of his clothes and sat down on the coach while Deb continued to give him a world-class blowjob. 

This site mesmerized me, but still didn't want to be left out. My cock was begging for attention so I got completely undressed while watching the scene in front of me. Deb's mouth continued to bounce up and down on Dan's cock as he had one hand stroking her hair and the other one was squeezing her tits. 

'It's time for us to enjoy you, now.' I told Deb. She looked up at me and I told her to lie down on the soft carpet. I got down on one side of her and Dan on the other. As I leaned to kiss and suck on her left breast, Dan did so on the right. We found our hands meeting at the entrance to her pussy and took turns alternately sliding a finger into her wet cunt. This proceeded to a point where we both had a finger wiggling in her love canal at the same time and she let out a short scream as she orgasmed on our hands. 

With her pussy well lubricated, I told Dan that she was all hers. He crawled over to between her legs and slid his thick cock into her ready hole. They began to move rhythmically together and his balls slammed against her ass. I moved around to her head and gave her the tip of my cock to suck on while she continues to get plowed by Dan. In just a few minutes, Dan was on the verge or orgasm and began to moan. I tell her to let Dan fill her cunt with his cum. She smiled with my cock on her lips and then started to concentrate on getting Dan off. She tightened her grip with her pussy around his cock and reached around to grab his ass and brought him deeper inside her. Dan's release came and she explodes too. After a minute or so of breathlessness, he slid off of her and I saw his white come dripping from her vagina. 

'Be a good girl and role over,' I said as my cock was hard and still needs attention. Deb loves to get it ‘doggie style’ and eagerly moved to her hands and knees. Dan found the coach and sat down right in front of her. I positioned myself for entry from behind. My entry stroke into her cunt was amazing. It was still running gooey from his spunk and I had never felt it so slippery or hot. Deb let out a moan as I pistoned in and out of her. After we got a rhythm established, she resumed her attention on Dan's rod. 

Wet with his cum and hers, Deb licked Dan's cock clean. I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around her chest and fondled her breasts during our screwing. With her cunt so hot, I couldn’t hold on long and added my load to Dan's. This caused another orgasm in Deb and she briefly took a break from Dan while she recovered. 

I pulled out of her cunt and watched the juices flowed down her thighs. By this time Dan was ready to go again and she straddled him on the sofa and lowered her wet snatch down on his revived cock. He sucked on her tits while she rode him like a bull and soon he added a third load into her dripping pussy. Watching this, I stroked myself hard again and after Dan's shrinking cock dropped out of her, she positioned herself sitting on the coach facing me. She grabbed my balls as I rubbed my cock on her lips. One of her hands went to her waiting clit and she rubbed herself to another climax as I jacked off on to her chest. 

'You guys are so cool,' Dan says to us as we recover from the last wave of ecstasy. ‘We should have started this long ago.’ I just smiled t at Deb and say that maybe we should make up for lost time.



The Best Man



It was supposed to be the happiest day of Chloe Johnson's life. The day she married her perfect partner. She had known James since she was a girl of 11, ever since her brother Simon had brought him back from school one afternoon for tea. Simon was Chloe's twin brother, and therefore they had always been close. Her friends were his friends and vice versa, and Chloe and James had started to get together gradually as they all hung out together around school.

Their school days were now long behind them, they were both 21. Chloe and James had got engaged at 16, but decided to leave it until 21 to marry. It was going to be the most perfect day for the whole family and she only wished her father had been there to see it. 

He was still alive, but her parents had separated when she was young and had since moved abroad. She had invited him to the wedding, but he was unable to get time off work to fly over.

It mattered not to her, as her mother was going to give her away and James had asked Simon to be the best man, a job he accepted proudly.

Everything was set for the big day, she had bought the dress months ago, and all the flowers and the catering arrangements were well in order.

You would think that she would be overjoyed when the morning of her wedding finally came and she was finally going to tie the knot.

However all was not well in the house as James rose at 7am, after all with two other women in the house it was the only time he was going to get in the bathroom first!

He got out of bed and undressed, before slipping on his bathrobe and heading for the bathroom to shower and shave before her sister and mother awoke.

When he crossed the landing towards the bathroom though, he noticed his mother's bedroom door was open and sobbing coming from inside. He tentatively pushed open the door, wondering what had upset his mother, but was surprised to find his sister sat on the bed crying, with his mother holding her gently.

"What's wrong with her mum?" he asked, as the tears streamed from his sister's pretty face.

"Nothing son" she replied softly, "She's just a bit nervous that's all."

As she answered, Chloe sniffed and looked up at her brother standing in the doorway. "It's OK mum, you can tell him, we have no secrets from each other."

Simon closed the door behind him and walked slowly over to the bed before sitting down next to them. "I can't marry James" she sobbed, "I'm too scared."

Simon looked concerned at his sister's reply. "Why not?" he said "You love him don't you?"

"Of course I do, more than anything" she sobbed.

"Well what's the problem then sis, today's going to go fine," came his reassuring reply.

Then the root of the problem was revealed as Chloe fought back the tears and wiped her eyes. Looking up at him nervously she muttered, "It's not the day I'm worried about. It's what's going to happen tonight that bothers me."

Simon put his hand out onto his sister's, "You mean the honeymoon?" he asked, continuing, "You mean you're still a virgin?"

As Chloe tried to regain her composure a little, her mother explained the situation in more detail to him. "Yes," she explained, "Her and James agreed not to sleep together until they were married. I told her, he's probably just as nervous as her at home now."

Simon smiled to himself, if he was a virgin before, the good fucking him and James had given the stripper on his stag night would have cured him of that little worry.

"Your first time is always hard love," said her mother as she watched Chloe's face turn from red back to her usual pale soft pink as she had now managed to stop crying.

"Really?" she enquired, "What was your first time like Simon, was it difficult?"

Simon watched his mother, as she awaited his reply. "I was nervous at first of course, but I was lucky, I had a really good teacher."

"Who was it Simon, do you remember?" she probed further, now noticing as her mother shifted on the bed at her question.

"Yes I do, I'll never forget it, it was…." Then he paused as he looked over to his mother, and then back over at his sister.

"No it's OK," she said, "You should have no secrets from each other" 

"My first time was with mum" he answered, and she responded by putting her hand on his bare thigh and stroked slowly up towards his groin.

"Mum!" she sputtered in disbelief "You had sex with your own son!"

"Of course" she replied calmly, "Just as my mother broke in my brothers and my father was my first time."

"In fact," said Simon as his mother's hand slipped inside his dressing gown "She was so good, I keep coming back for more!"

"You mean you still do it?" enquired Chloe as she watched her mother fondle her brother's muscular thigh.

"Yes" said her mother "Since your father left he's kept me satisfied daily, why do you think I never started dating again?"

Then it started making sense to Chloe. She never saw Simon with any girlfriends, and it was true, her mother never saw anyone else after her dad left despite the fact she was only in her early thirties when he went. Now in her mid forties, she had still retained her good looks, and she had a wonderful curvy figure.

It was from her mother that Chloe inherited her good looks and she had an equally impressive figure, though her breasts were considerably smaller than her mother's ample charms.

"And dad was going to break me in too?" she enquired, now accepting it as an almost normal thing to do.

"That's right" replied her mother, "On your 18th birthday, just as I did with Simon. When he left though, I figured that you were so nice looking that you would probably find some young man and do it on your own."

"Don't you find it weird though Simon, still sleeping with your mum?" said Chloe, now turning her attention to her brother's point of view.

"Not at all sis" he smiled "She's not mum any more really, she's just Ellen to me, and she's all the woman I could ever want."

"Couldn't you teach me too mum?" she asked desperate to be experienced before her wedding night.

"No honey," she answered, "I may be able to give you away at you wedding, but you definitely need a man for that."

Then all three of them seemed to have the same idea simultaneously; nevertheless it was Chloe who made the suggestion. 

"Couldn't Simon do it?"

Simon and Ellen looked at each other for a moment before Simon finally responded "I don't mind mum, what do you think."

Ellen smiled as she answered, "I suppose it's selfish me having you all to myself. You're a lucky girl too Chloe, if you can fit his monster inside you, you're well set, I just hope he doesn't spoil you too much!"

As she answered, Ellen opened up Simon's robe, revealing his naked body to his sister for the first time since they were infants.

Chloe's eyes almost popped out of her head as she lowered her eyes down his athletic chest and tight stomach down to his groin.

Simon's penis was lying soft in his lap. Despite it being still dormant, it still was an impressive size by any standards.

Despite Chloe being a virgin, she was versed in sex education, and was well aware that it would serve her no purpose in its current state.

"So then Simon," she panted, still unable to tear her eyes away from his fantastic manhood, "How do I make it hard?"

"I think I can help you there Chloe" offered Ellen, as she unbuttoned her nightgown, revealing her milky white tits and soft smooth belly. 

Then she placed her hand on the inside of his thigh and lightly traced the tips of her fingers along his leg, stopping just before his scrotum. 

"Come over here love," she instructed "Don't be shy."

Chloe got up from the bed and knelt on the floor in front on her brother's spread legs, and her mother who sat semi naked beside him. Then she watched as Ellen placed her palm over his large scrotum and rubbed at his balls before reaching the base of his penis.

"Take your had Chloe" continued Ellen "And put it on his dick like me."

As her mother instructed, Chloe tentatively followed and soon her arm was reaching out before her fingertips were just touching the shaft of his penis. "Now," continued Ellen, as Simon watched his sister nervously await her command, "Rub your hand slowly along it like this."

Chloe sat and watched for a moment as her mother stroked her palm along the length of his dick, noticing how it began to move as she did so. Then she flattened her hand against it too and slowly moved it up towards the head. 

Ellen looked up at Simon who had closed his eyes, as he felt his sister's cool hand explore the length of his manhood.

"Is that nice Simon" she asked him.

Simon looked down at Chloe, who had looked up to meet his gaze. Staring deep into her soft blue eyes he whispered "Yeah, that's real nice, rub my big cock Chloe, make it nice and stiff so I can fuck you with it."

Ellen was taken aback by his eagerness to enter his virgin sister, and had to calm him down a little before she continued the lesson.

" Men will always want to get straight inside you" she laughed, "But if you make them wait, they'll be even better when you let them."

"First you make them nice and hard like this" as she continued she leaned over his crotch and laid her heavy tits on his legs, covering his swelling cock and her hand, which was stuck to it as though super-glued on. Then she took a handful of fat flesh in each hand and started to rub them over his groin, feeling his hairy balls tickling against the sensitive flesh. Chloe seemed to take the initiative quickly and was rubbing his cock quickly and firmly and had even wrapped her fingers around it as it hardened and began to stand upright.

"That's good Chloe" beamed Ellen, as she felt Simon's dick stiffening nicely beneath her bosoms. Then she opened them up and told Chloe to lean over and lick between her breasts. Chloe thought she was there to learn how to satisfy men not women, but she was the pupil and Ellen was the master, so she leant over and placed her thin face between her mother's big tits, which felt warm against her cool skin. Then she put out her tongue and licked along the valley between them a couple of times, until Ellen felt they were nice and wet. After she had told Chloe to stop, Ellen told her to take Simon's cock and lay it between her boobs. 

Chloe noticed the way her mother's nipples had lengthened and become darker as she had licked them, and was aware of the meaning as she had let James feel her breasts as they kissed. She felt a sense of pride at having made her mother feel nice, and she felt a little tingle in her pussy.

"Now," said Ellen, taking Chloe's attention from her feelings of pleasure, to the matter in hand once more, "Make sure he's as hard as he can be by giving him a nice hard tit wank like this." Chloe watched as his cock was engulfed in her massive fleshy mounds. Then she started rubbing at his cock with her breasts, sliding it along the channel of saliva which Chloe had made, the reason for which had now become apparent to her. After her stroking of it previously, she didn't think his cock could get any harder or bigger, but as Ellen continued to wank him vigorously, she gazed in amazement as she managed not only to get another half inch in length from it (bearing in mind it was some 8 inches to begin with), but also made it fatter, until she could see how the veins in it throbbed as parts of it briefly emerged from her cleavage.

After around 5 minutes, Ellen removed her tits from around Simon's cock and placed Chloe's hand against it once again. "See how much stiffer it is now Chloe?" she smiled, "That will feel so good inside your tight little pussy."

Chloe could indeed feel how much harder it had become and was eager to see how it felt sliding in and out of her burning slit. Then she remembered what Ellen had said about making them wait and concluded she wasn't going to get it up her quite yet.

Her suspicions were confirmed when Ellen took hold of Simon's cock and called Chloe up to his crotch to observe her next lesson.

"A guy will always want his dick sucked Chloe" she began "And here's how you do it." Ellen put her mouth against the underside of Simons now rock hard dick and ran her long wet tongue up it, right up to the tip. Then she rested her cheek against his pelvis and taking it by the tip, she nuzzled along the shaft of his fat cock.

She continued at his action for a minute or so before Simon was grabbing the sheets in his fists before his silence was broken as he yelled "Oh fuck yeah Ellen, you're so fucking horny, suck my fat cock!"

Ellen raised her head up and looked at Chloe, who was watching intently at her mother's expert oral technique. She winked cheekily at Chloe before licking her lips and smiling. "Beg me!" she snapped as she stroked the back of her hand along his balls.

"Please!" he pleaded desperate for her mouth around his member, "Suck it please you dirty bitch, I need to feel your lips around my big cock!"

Chloe laughed with her mother, she couldn't believe that anyone would beg for their cock sucked and it was definitely something she would have to remember in the future.

By the time she looked round again, Ellen had taken Simon's cock in her mouth and she was sliding it up and down along his shaft, massaging her balls with her hand as she did so.

Chloe could see from the was her cheeks dimpled and the noises she made, that her mouth was clamped tight around his cock and she was sucking quite hard on it as her face slipped quicker and quicker around his hardon.

Then after what must have been about 7 or 8 minutes, Ellen took her mouth from around his cock and called Chloe over to replace her. Chloe nervously approached the position freshly vacated by her mother beside Simon and got down onto her knees on the carpet.

Although Simon was just desperate for his cock to be attended to (and had already started masturbating, despite it only having been released a minute ago), Ellen could sense she was nervous as she was presented with a hard cock for the first time.

"Just do what I showed you honey" she reassured as she slipped next to Chloe on the floor.

Chloe remembered what she had watched her mother do, and stroked her tongue along the underside of his cock. Then she started to nuzzle at it as Ellen had shown her before. However, the heat building in her pussy made her desperate to taste his hard meat, and she had no intention of making him beg.

She took her lips and clamped them firmly around his hard dick, then she sank her mouth down slowly, until she had taken 6 inches of it inside her mouth. Just as she was getting used to having it throbbing inside her, his hand came quickly behind her head and forced it down, jamming the last couple of inches right down against her throat. The surprise of his force made her gag briefly, before she slipped her head back over his shaft. This time when she went down, she didn't stop at six, taking all eight and a half inches deep inside. 

Soon, she was sucking at his cock like an expert using her mouth like a vacuum to get him excited. Ellen could see how well Chloe was doing by the look on Simon's face, and she could tell from previous experience that it wouldn't be long until he was ready to cum

Ellen could also sense that Chloe was enjoying the experience every bit as much as Simon, and decided to see just how much. 

She placed her hand inside Chloe's nightshirt and moved it slowly up her leg. As she glided her fingers along the smooth silky skin of her thigh her fingers met with something sticky and as her hand moved up further, she realised that her pussy was leaking juices out of her cunt and they were trickling along her legs. 

Although Chloe could feel her mother's hand against her leg and just ticking through the soft blonde pubes aside her labia, it wasn't until she felt them part that she began to take notice. Down at her ass, her mother was busily probing her cunt with her slender finger, marvelling at how wet she was getting from her activities.

"Wow, you are tight aren't you baby?" she enthused as her finger got a liberal coating of her juices, "You'll have to be loosened up a bit before you can get a cock in there!"

As she spoke, she opened up Chloe's lips with her other hand and without warning jammed three fingers hard inside her tight virgin pussy.

As she did so, Chloe sucked down hard on Simon's cock, which jolted in her mouth, and he once again forced her head down against his groin, until his thick bushy pubes were tickling against her nose and cheeks.

He gritted his teeth as he felt his balls tighten and the veins in his cock pulse hard.

Then, his hips bucked against her face and he shot a wad of cum straight down Chloe's throat, who's instant reaction was to gulp hard and swallow it down, as it was followed by more and more until she was freely drinking his spunk as it spewed forth from his engorged phallus. 

Having seen that Simon had cum, Ellen took her hands away from Chloe's cunt and moved up to Simon's crotch to observe the mess that would be left there following his powerful ejaculation.

She was left speechless however, when he slipped his now flaccid member out of her mouth and it was left clean as a whistle, not a trace of spunk anywhere on it.

"Wow Chloe!" said Ellen as she finally regained the power of her speech "You must have enjoyed that more than I thought."

Simon smiled, then he noticed how Ellen's hand was glistening in the light which was streaming in through a gap I the curtains. 

"Well she's tasted me, now I think it's only fair I should see what she tastes like," and he grabbed her fingers and put them onto his out-stretched tongue. 

"Mmmmmmmmmm" he moaned as he sampled the sweet flavour of her sexy secretion, "You're pussy tastes so good, I can't wait to get my cock inside you."

To be truthful neither could Chloe, but looking at the limp cock as it lay against his thigh, she turned to her mother and said "Looks like he needs some motivating again Mum."

Ellen looked back at her and smiled, "You're on your own this time honey, let's see what you've learned so far."

Chloe felt excited at having the opportunity all to herself and turned to her mother and kissed her on the cheek "OK mum, I'll see what I can do."

"Don't worry Simon," replied her mother "You're in good hands, and besides I'll be making sure she's nice and ready to take it when it's good and hard."

Then she paused briefly, before adding a final statement, "Oh and Chloe," she murmured softly "I think we know each other well enough now, call me Ellen."

Replying to her mother's invitation with only a smile, she turned her attention to the length of veiny cock flesh which she had been challenged to arouse, and remembering her mother's instructions, she reached out her right hand and placed it on his scrotum.

Ellen watched intently as she witnessed Chloe stroke her hand against the shaft of his dick. As it swelled under her gentle touch, she wrapped her finger around it just as she had done before, and started to slide her fingers slowly and deliberately along it's length until it started to grow and stiffen in her hand. 

As she watched it stiffen rapidly, Ellen watched as she wondered whether Chloe would remember how she had told her to make it even bigger and harder. 

Her question was answered when Chloe raised her left hand and unbuttoned her nightshirt. She then slipped it down over her shoulder and off her left hand, which replaced her left hand briefly around his cock as she slipped her right arm and hand out of the nightdress, which she tossed across the room, leaving her now totally naked.

As she replaced her right hand around his cock and continued her stroking, Simon gazed in awe as he eyed every inch of his young sister's perfect nubile body. Her long golden hair tumbled aside her beautiful face and along her sleek neck her smooth round shoulders topped her long slender arms which lay astride her narrow chest, atop which lay her perky firm breasts, crowned by two perfectly formed rich pink nipples.




The Best Man



His eyes traced down her flat stomach and out as her womanly hips flared out above her soft smooth golden thighs which were set above two shapely bronze calves. Even her dainty little feet looked sexy, her entire body as magnificent to behold as any marble statue carve by Michelangelo himself.

The focus of his desires was the object which parted her thighs, the sweet sensual virgin cunt he had tasted briefly before. How he longed for her to feel his cock inside her as he imagined her climaxing as he filled her with his manhood.

His attention was drawn from her groin for a while by the movement of her right hand, which moved up her side and towards the centre of her chest. 

Both he and Ellen watched as she cupped her left breast in her hand and lowered her head to her chest. Still stroking his cock with her right hand she moved her left tit across slightly and pursed her lips above he narrow gap between them. Then she parted her lips slightly and spat a long stream of saliva onto her skin. The small transparent pool trickled slowly between her breasts and she pushed her left breast back hard against the right, rubbing it firmly as the flesh yielded under the pressure. Then she opened the gap once more and the cleft of her bosom glistened with moisture ready for the introduction of his penis.

Chloe crawled between his legs so her stomach was pressing against his balls. Then she lowered her boobs onto his groin, before wrapping a handful of squashy tit-meat around his hard shaft and bending forward, she slide her big tits up and down along his stiff cock.

Ellen had decided she had learnt well, and concluded she should prepare her daughter for the imminent introduction of her brother's enormous erection.

As she crept behind her daughter, she missed the technique she was employing as she skilfully wanked him with her breasts. As the head of his cock emerged with each downward stroke, she would lean forward and flick her tongue across it making Simon sigh softly each time her tongue met his tool.

Ellen cared not, as lay down on the floor and crawled between Chloe's legs, so that he face was under her crotch. Chloe could sense he presence as she felt her warm breath against her vagina, the gentle purr parting her pubic hair like a breeze through a field of golden corn.

As Simon thrust his hips to match Chloe's rhythm, Ellen flicked out her tongue and lapped along the length of Chloe's delicate pussy lips. Chloe gasped as she felt her mother's tongue trace her labia for a second time before finding its way between them.

With a little tug on her daughter's thighs, Ellen lowered Chloe's pussy down further, pressing her tongue deeper into the folds of flesh which made up her tight little cunt. Chloe was now almost sitting on her mother's face, and she wriggled and writhed as her tongue delved deeper into her hole. Chloe was getting really wet and Ellen knew it as she sucked at her opening. The movement of Chloe's body as she wanked Simon vigorously in her cleavage smeared her juices all around Ellen's mouth, the sticky sweet moisture clinging to her skin as though she had been feasting on a large ripe wedge of fresh watermelon.

As she gobbled greedily at Chloe's delicious snatch, she knew she would have to finish soon, as Simon would be wanting to enter her. 

Then as she heard him murmur softly "Oh god baby, I could fuck your beautiful big titties all day long," she felt they were both ready to get to the task in hand.

As she removed her tongue from inside Chloe's vagina, she whispered sensually "It's time," as though signalling to her pussy than to the woman herself.

Chloe was more than eager to feel his cock inside her, and all she had to do to make him aware of the fact was release her grasp on his cock and climb up onto the bed beside him, lying flat on her back, her hands caressing every inch of her tingling young flesh.

Ellen moved from the floor and took a chair from beside her dressing table. Then she positioned herself at the foot of the bed so she could witness her daughter's virgin cunt being intruded for the very first time by her own handsome son.

Simon clambered on top of his sister and rested himself of his hands as he loomed over her ominously. His rigid long penis was resting on her flat belly as he stared longingly into her sensual blue eyes. 

As he looked lovingly at his twin sister's innocent face, her demeanour suddenly changed as she opened her mouth and whispered her instruction.

"Fuck me!" she sighed breathily as her heart pounded in her chest. Her inhibitions had disappeared into feelings of sheer lust as she repeated her orders to her brother, "Fuck me damn you, put your fat cock inside me."

Peter now perched himself on his right arm only, as he gripped the base of his hard cock firmly in his left hand. Then he moved his hips back slightly to position the tip of his dick at the throbbing entrance to her vagina.

Sensing her desperation for the feeling of her first sexual experience, he decided to tease her by rubbing the tip of his cock along the length of her slit, watching as it glinted as droplets of her juice escaped from it. "Put it in me" she was saying as her fingers reached between her legs to try and guide him in.

Simon looked into her eyes again, this time a sneer appearing on his top lip as his mouth opened slowly "Beg me!"

In the chair at the foot of the bed, Ellen was rubbing her hands over her cunt as she watched her son toying with Chloe as she demanded to be violated by him.

However, he had no intention of waiting for her reply, as when he saw her mouth open to utter her instruction a third time, he pushed his hips forward slowly and her words were taken from her as she welt her vagina stretch wide open to accommodate the girth of his ribbed veiny erection.

Chloe felt her cunt felting around his cock as it pushed further and further inside her, until she swore she could feel it inside her stomach as he approached her groin with his body.

Her feelings were mirrored in her mother's own vagina as she stuffed the first two fingers of each hand in and out of herself violently.

Back on the bed, Simon had had the entire length of his penis sliding back and forth in his sister half a dozen times and was amazed at how easily she accommodated him despite her being so wonderfully tight.

He cared not for her lack of experience however, and was soon speeding up his thrusts as he banged his hips bruisingly against his sister's bony pelvis. As he thrust, he never once broke eye contact with her, and the pair were hypnotised with each other's expression, until Chloe's eyes finally closed and her lips began to quiver.

Ellen could see her legs trembling uncontrollably behind Simon's back and was stuffing her cunt hard with her slender digits as she built herself to a climax in time with her daughter on the bed in front of her.

"She's cumming Simon, make her cum" she hissed as she worked her pussy violently slamming her knuckles against her groin.

Simon did as his mother had instructed and was rubbing her clit with his thumb as his cock now flew in and out of her, making her beasts ripple as he forcefully slammed his body against hers.

"Ohhhhh god" Chloe began panting as the pressure swelled inside her pelvis "Uggghhhhhhhh……………oooooooohhhhhhhh ugggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

With one powerful thrust sending all eight and a half inches deep into her hole, Simon had Chloe's body thrashing around beneath him as she climaxed with such force that her cum sprayed out of her cunt, drenching his pubes and thighs.

At the moment of Chloe's release, Ellen had also had her first orgasm as her hands dripped her juices onto the seat cushion of her chair.

Simon kept his cock slowly moving inside his sister, to let her recover from such an intense first climax, before manoeuvring her round so he was now situated behind her, without removing his throbbing organ from her sodden cunt.

Chloe was now face to face with her mother, who had used the lubrication of her cum on her right hand to slip her first and second fingers up her asshole as she continued to explore her vagina with her left.

Simon was holding firmly onto Chloe's wide hips and had begun banging her hard from behind, making his balls slap noisily against her soft round buttocks as her pussy squelched with each new thrust.

The pair of siblings were both watching their mother intruding her intimate holes as she stared back into their eyes, as though hooked on a show which was being put on for her benefit alone.

Simon and Chloe could see Ellen was going to cum again and Simon responded by quickening his rhythm, hoping to match her climax with Chloe as before. Indeed again he was successful as the pair watched each other's beautiful faces flush and contort in ecstasy as they orgasmed simultaneously.

Having watched his mother and sister climax noisily and so intensely for a second time, he was on the verge of his own ejaculation. He desperately wanted to cum inside Chloe, but he felt it was not right, and his mother never let him cum inside her unprotected so he had to respect her intimacy. 

He pulled out of her cunt quickly and tossed himself off over her buttocks. After only two or three strokes, he had shot a long valley of cum along Chloe's back and shoulders, and as his cock softened, the semen pooled on the base of her spine and ran down her ass.

It was as the sun glistened on his cum, that Ellen noticed how light it had become in the room. She looked over at the clock, it read half past one.

The wedding had been due to begin at twelve o'clock, but in all the fucking and cumming they had lost track of time completely.

Simon quickly cleaned himself off and dressed before jumping in his car and tearing down to the church where his sister had been due to marry that day. As could be expected, it was deserted.

As he got back home, he was quite shocked to find that both women were still naked, and Ellen had obviously been eating the cum from Chloe's back as traces of it were still visible around her chin.

"The church is empty, everyone's gone…looks like the weddings off sis, sorry" he muttered, expecting her to be upset.

"Who cares" came his sister's nonchalant reply, "I may not have got the groom, but I've definitely got the best man!"



The Best Man



The soft yellow glow of lampshades lulled Charlie to sleep in the late hours after the guests had gone home. His roommate, Kevin, clanged the last of the empty wine and beer bottles into the bin before retiring next to him on the couch. Kevin yawned drowsily when he noticed that his friend had dozed off. He sank into the plush cushions and gazed wearily at his girlfriend, who was still tidying up from his party in the kitchen alcove across the room. She looked beautiful in the twilight, and Kevin felt himself a lucky man.

There was still a certain strangeness in thinking of Kelly as his fiancée. Although tonight happened to be his birthday, the party was really a celebration of their recent engagement. Novel as it was, Kevin could not have been more pleased to promise himself to Kelly. Now in their mid-twenties, their relationship had been one of maturing together, and each discovered in the other only more to love. Tonight, as he watched Kelly reach to the top cupboard, he traced her splendid figure and smiled at how she still held such allure for him after all these years. Feeling amorous, he quietly waved for her to join him and leave the clean-up for tomorrow.

Cheerfully, Kelly dusted off her hands on her jeans before settling next to Kevin on the couch. She smiled at the sight of their friend snoozing at the other end. Tonight they had asked Charlie to be the best man at their wedding. He was Kevin's closest friend and had helped them, as a couple, through some difficult times. Kelly couldn't think of a better person to have by Kevin's side.

Taking care not to wake him, the two of them cuddled together and seemed resigned to drift off to slumber themselves. Using his strong chest as a pillow, Kelly hugged her body against him and purred as he stroked his fingers lovingly through her straight, brunette hair. After a time, however, she found herself not feeling sleepy at all. There was a fuzzy warmth between the two of them that was more than just the effects of wine.

There was something devilishly tempting about Kevin's eyes peering at her from beneath their tired lids. Feeling frisky, Kelly had a yen to toy with him a bit. She glanced at Charlie and, seeing that he was out for the count, turned connivingly back to her fiancé. Her lips curled into a diabolical smile.

"You know," she whispered with a studied pause, "you still have one birthday gift left."

He seemed puzzled, too tired to pick up on the thick suggestion in his girlfriend's tone, but he understood her meaning all too well once her hand slid down into his crotch! He gulped, hard. Kelly smirked at the reaction. She could already feel his erection growing inside his pants.

Taking his turn to make sure that Charlie was asleep, Kevin relaxed and smiled at his fiancée. Ever since the night he proposed, she had remained especially eager to please him, and he was dying to find out what birthday treats she had in store. Impatiently, Kevin gestured for the two of them to slip away to the bedroom.

For a moment, Kelly ignored the suggestion, finding a bit too much amusement in what she was stirring up beneath his zipper. There was time for just a bit more fun. Grinning, she wriggled both hands onto his lap and brazenly opened up his zipper!

The staccato shriek of the zipper seemed to echo through the room like a thunderclap. They both glanced warily at Charlie, who thankfully remained unperturbed. Kelly silently giggled, realizing that both their pulses were racing. She could tell that he was uneasy about having his friend so near, but this only made him a more delightful pawn. Before Kevin even had a chance to decipher the glint of mischief in her eyes, he felt her cold fingertips rummaging inside his pants.

Their eyes met once again: hers smug, his wincing with sudden delight. As her soft hand found its grip around his hardening tool, Kevin couldn't seem to remember why he was so uneasy. He was able to borrow a little bit of his girlfriend's confidence while she gently massaged away his fears. 

But the reprieve did not last long. Deciding that she liked it better when Kevin was a little unnerved, Kelly wanted to take back the upper hand. So, with a gentle tug she pulled his bashful cock right out through the fly!

Kelly's face flashed hot at the sight of her own mischief. Anything but bashful, her boyfriend's cock was flush with a proud pink, which she had now brought menacingly into the light. Yet Kevin's reaction made her giddy. Excited and terrified at the same time, he was utterly at her mercy. Kelly grinned with power. Tightening her grip, she tauntingly began to rub his pole.

Kevin reeled. The rush of sensation was all the more intense because of his vulnerability, and Kelly was taking full advantage of his heightened state. His jaw clenched as he struggled not to grunt with pleasure. He had barely enough of his wits about him to glance once more at his sleeping roommate. Still slowly jerking him off, Kelly could see that he was now even more anxious to escape to the bedroom. Her answer came only in the form of an impudent smirk.

"Happy birthday," she cooed, nuzzling against his ear.

With that taunt, she gingerly slid her body to the floor between Kevin's knees. His cock, now massively erect, stood at attention in front of her grinning face. There was no doubt in Kevin's mind that she was having a laugh at his expense, but the joke had already gone farther than he had ever imagined she would take it. Kelly mocked his bewilderment, wetting her glossy pink lips, but before Kevin could even chuckle, he felt their wetness press against his swollen cock!

Kevin clamped his fingers around the sides of his thighs, struggling not to make a sound. His heart raced with a mixture of exhilaration and terror. The mocking smile remained in Kelly's eyes even as her lips became busy at their task. She kissed his tip softly, the way one rouses a lover from sleep. Yet soon enough, her tongue impatiently edged its way into the kiss. Raising her soft, brown eyes, she watched his body quiver at her tongue's warm intrusions.

They were both becoming brazen toward the threat of being caught. As Kelly summoned him further into her mouth's embrace, Kevin found it easy to convince himself that such divine pleasure must be under the protection of fate. By each gradual inch, she let the blunt end of his tool slide toward her throat, and for as long these plunges continued, Kevin could only measure time in inches.

The spell broke at last only when Kelly pulled away. She grinned fiercely at him, knowing full well that she had made him tingle from head to toe. His soaking wet dick glistened in the lamplight, and its reflection glowed orange in Kelly's eyes. An obsession at once gripped her, and she began to paint his erection compulsively with her tongue.

As she licked, Kelly glanced over to make sure that Charlie hadn't stirred. Thankfully he was oblivious. She noticed that Kevin had glanced as well, and the two of them shared a conspiratorial smirk. They both found a certain perverse humor in how much they had been able to sneak past their friend's attention. Poking fun, Kelly looked wild-eyed in Charlie's direction and began to burlesque her long licks, as if to taunt him with what he couldn't see. Both she and Kevin tried to restrain their laughter. What a spectacle of the ridiculous! Yet there was a sense of sublime power in being able to flaunt their debauchery undetected.

What surprised Kelly even more was the peculiar sensation, when looking at Charlie, that she was putting his pecker up against her tongue! The thought was funny to her at first, but the more she let her imagination flirt with the idea, it began to give her a disconcerting thrill. As she sunk her mouth back into the blow job, she found herself so convinced that she was blowing Charlie, that she even felt uncomfortable with Kevin watching!

Kelly privately laughed at herself and shook her mind out of the illusion. She settled her eyes back on Kevin, and recognized the familiar flesh between her lips. Suctioning her mouth lovingly around it, she began to bob her head in a gentle rhythm.

Kevin watched his girlfriend with sheer amazement. She always gave fantastic head, but the look in her eyes tonight recalled a time when their enthusiasm for pleasuring one another was still fresh and new. Sex had once again become something risky, something that made the nervous energy churn inside them both. In the bedroom down the hall, Kelly would have given him a pleasant birthday blow job, a generous but frugal gift from the well-stocked warehouse of comfort and routine. But here, the risk brought out the gambler in her: she gleefully wagered everything she had, even if it could mean blowing it all.

The pressure building within her hot mouth let Kelly know that it would not be long before her wager paid off. Kevin's expression was growing increasingly tortured, and his knuckles were turning white from the struggle. Not inclined to postpone the inevitable, Kelly tucked back the loose strands of her hair and pressed on with a faster rhythm. Though she held Kevin in her sights, the need to keep watch on Charlie inevitably brought back flashes of the strange illusion that she was sucking him off. Once she noticed that Kevin had shut his eyes, she was less inhibited about indulging the thought when it crept into her mind.

But there was little time to focus on Charlie. Kevin was teetering on the brink, and she wanted nothing more than to push him over the edge. With Kevin doing all he could to stifle his groans, it was clear that the moment was growing perilously close. Though there was barely enough time to glance away, Kelly checked one last time...

But this time, Charlie was awake.

Terrified at the sight of one another, they both froze in a wide-eyed stare. Charlie was just barely coming to his senses when he realized what had stirred him from his sleep! The appearance of his roommate's giant cock was so jarringly explicit that he knew it couldn't be a dream, and yet the sultry sight of it being devoured in Kelly's mouth was more erotic than anything he could have imagined.

Kelly's whole body tingled with panic. The tension that she felt still mounting within her lips, as it begged her for relief, only heightened her embarrassment. She was trapped in Charlie's dumbfounded gaze and searched desperately for a way to escape humiliation. 

It was then that she glimpsed a devilish possibility. There was no undoing Charlie's intrusion... except to offer an invitation. To her own astonishment as much as to his, she went on sucking her boyfriend's cock!

She could not believe what she was doing, but Charlie's reaction brought her sudden delight. They both realized that Kevin had remained blissfully unaware that anything had changed. Yet for Kelly, the thrill was brand new: the idea of Charlie watching her give a blow job was no longer a mere fantasy, and the reality was unbelievably erotic. Continuing to work her boyfriend with her mouth, she kept her eyes fervently upon Charlie. His lust burnt urgently into her skin. The tingle that had ridden her with panic now turned to one of sheer arousal.

Kelly's mouth watered with excitement, bathing Kevin's seething member as it plunged repeatedly into her hot spit. She could feel the tension cranking up almost mechanically with each bob of her head. As Charlie watched, he could scarcely breathe but for the silent gasp that assailed him as Kevin's hips began to buck! Not realizing that the point was moot, Kevin struggled not to roar aloud as his semen exploded inside Kelly's mouth.

The look in Kelly's eyes set Charlie ablaze as he saw the cock spasm within her lips. Never had he witnessed anything so erotic as the almost smug glint in her expression as she made her boyfriend come. What she was letting Charlie see was at once terrifying and exhilarating to them both. Swallowing the first gush, she was acutely aware of the way Charlie gawked at the contractions of her throat. His prying eyes felt so salacious yet at the same time so adoring. For the first time Kelly broke a wry smile at Charlie. Pulling back to lick the head of the Kevin's cock, she gave her accomplice an even more intimate peek.

Coyly, she showed him her tongue while it became drenched with Kevin's orgasm. Charlie's own erection surged at the sight. Kelly tempted him with her eyes and used her sticky tongue to tease out the last throes of the climax. The spectacle was the ultimate of raunchy pleasures for them both. Bringing her boyfriend's orgasm to a gentle close, she massaged the warm come into his tip and then softly sucked it off. Charlie was utterly mesmerized.

In these brief moments, Kelly and Charlie had become so playful with one another that they began to take Kevin's oblivion for granted. They were both startled when Kevin began to come back to his senses. Instinctively, Charlie clamped his eyes shut and pretended to be asleep. 

It must have worked because the first thing Kevin did upon opening his eyes was to check a relieved glance at his roommate. Kelly's heart raced. Surely she had to tell him! Yet she recoiled at the embarrassment that they would all have to face. "I will tell him," Kelly thought, "...after I bring him down..." Buying some time, she let her eyes grin at Kevin as she gently sucked away.

"Let's go to the bedroom," Kevin whispered after a moment's chance to calm.

Kelly paused, letting his contented erection slip away from her lips. She glanced at Charlie, who was still convincingly faking sleep, and she knew that there was something she needed to say. "I will tell him," Kelly thought, "...as soon as we get to the bedroom."

Smiling agreeably at her fiancé, Kelly wiped off his erection with her hand and helped him to his feet. Kevin, still tingling with gratitude, seized Kelly and pulled her against his body. His soft, affectionate kisses made her feel content, and the way his hands groped at her sent no uncertain message that he was itching to give her a gift in return. The two of them stumbled anxiously toward the bedroom, beginning to pry off each other's clothes along the way.

"I can't believe he didn't wake up!" Charlie overheard Kevin whispering as he and Kelly reached their bedroom door.

Kelly didn't say a word.

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That night Kevin devoured his girlfriend until her pussy couldn't stand it any longer. Begging him to fuck her, Kelly rolled onto her knees and urged him to take her from behind. Kevin willingly indulged her with the hardness of his cock. He watched her firm, gorgeous ass shake as his hips plowed against it and obeyed her persistent cries for more until he was practically pounding like a jackhammer. Finally, after seeing Kelly's tanned body ripple with a second orgasm, his own climax came out of sheer exhaustion.

On the other side of the wall, Charlie sat in his bedroom listening to the raucous. He usually tried to tune them out, but tonight his imagination yearned for another glimpse at Kevin and Kelly at their most intimate. Obscenely burned into his brain was the image of his roommate's swollen dick, the impressive size of which was not only startling but even titillating after having seen it wrapped in Kelly's mouth. Charlie, of course, had always found Kelly attractive and was never above eyeing her when she visited the apartment. But her attachment to one of his best friends had kept her from becoming an object of fantasy... until tonight.

Listening to Kelly's fevered cries, Charlie was helpless against the images that flooded into his mind. His imagination strained to envision what it would be to see her gorgeous body exposed, how her skin would drip with the unbearable pleasure of Kevin's penetrations, and what secret memories of the night seeped into her mind each time a moan passed through her precious lips. Longing to be a part the intimacy between Kevin and Kelly's once more, Charlie took out his erection and stroked it to the rhythm of their voices. It was first of many times that Charlie remembered the look he had seen in Kelly's eyes when he finally made himself come.

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Charlie didn't see much of Kelly over the following week. With a sort of willful ignorance they pretended between themselves that nothing had happened. The real awkwardness for both of them was in relation to Kevin. Kelly knew that she still had to tell him what had happened, but the longer she waited, the guiltier her secret became. All the while, Charlie lived a nervous existence, having constantly to wonder how much his roommate knew.

It also happened to be the week that Kelly was supposed to begin moving into their apartment. Charlie had recently gotten a new job across the country, and the timing with the engagement made it a perfect opportunity for Kevin and Kelly to take over the lease. As awkward as things had now become, Charlie was beginning to feel relieved rather than regretful about having to part from his long time friend. It was no surprise, however, that Kelly was a little less than eager to start moving in while Charlie was around.

That Thursday, Kelly finally brought over some of her boxes and spent the night with Kevin. Charlie considerately kept to himself that night, although he held out a secret hope to hear the sounds of sex through his bedroom walls. His hopes were disappointed.

The next morning, however, Kevin and Kelly were feeling a bit friskier. As Charlie made coffee in the kitchen, he could hear the two of them giggling in the shower. Finding himself fantasizing once again, he pictured their two sudsy bodies steaming up the shower, Kelly's firm hand working up a frothy lather on her boyfriend's hardened cock until his semen sprayed up against the misty shower door... 

The shower turned off, shattering Charlie's hope that his fantasy was true. Yet he was no longer in need of coffee to perk him up. He tried to disguise the bulge in his pants when he heard the door to the bathroom open. It wouldn't be easy.

"Good morning," Kelly chirped cheerfully as she walked into the kitchen in her towel.

"Erm, good morning," Charlie replied, trying to keep his cool. He had seen Kelly so many times after a shower, and the way she wrapped herself in a towel had once even looked demure. Yet today she appeared to him anything but innocent.

Still, Charlie was happy to see that her usual carefree attitude was beginning to return. Rummaging her fingers through her stringy, wet hair, she smiled at Charlie as she noticed him watching. It was the only moment they had been alone together since the night it happened, and for the first time they saw a glint of recognition in each other's eyes. Though neither said a word, there was a shared sense of relief that there didn't have to be any shame between them. In the long glance the two of them exchanged, something caught Kelly's eye. Perhaps feeling a bit too shameless, she peered down at Charlie's pants and noticed that he was aroused! Charlie blushed, but he was tickled by the charmed smirk upon Kelly's face. It was a look that she promptly wiped away as Kevin walked into the room.

"What's up?" Kevin asked, sensing that there was something going on.

"Uh, nothing," Charlie too quickly retorted. "Want some coffee?"

"Yeah sure. Do you know if we have any eggs? ..."

Charlie was relieved that the conversation had turned mundane because he needed to get his mind off of sex. He tried his best not to notice how precariously Kelly's towel held onto her body as she fumbled through the cabinets for some food. Yet even the sight of Kevin's waist, tied in a towel, stirred up memories of how he had felt when he had first seen his roommate exposed. It disturbed Charlie, who had never felt the least attraction to men, to recognize that even his friend had in a way become an object of fantasy since that night. 




The Best Man



"Ack!"

The sound shocked Charlie out of his thoughts, and he realized that Kevin had spilled hot coffee on himself. He was hopping in pain, but as soon as the shock wore off, Kevin started to chuckle at himself.

"Damn that hurt!" he howled.

"Right on your bare skin, too!" Kelly added in sympathy. She wiped off his chest with her hands and gently breathed on him to cool it off.

The sight had the opposite effect on Charlie, and it didn't escape Kelly's notice that he uncomfortably averted his eyes and sat down at the table. Ignoring his reaction for a moment, she continued tending to her boyfriend, patting away the coffee that had dripped onto his abs. Although her intentions were innocent, there was a certain suggestive look in Kevin's eyes as she touched his skin. He had been flirting with her all morning, perhaps wondering why she had been so distant since his birthday, and now part of her wanted to drag him off to the bedroom and give in to his advances. Returning a suggestive look of her own, she swirled her fingertips around his torso and wiped the last of the coffee from around his waistline. 

"I should spill coffee on myself more often," Kevin quipped, hoping to keep Kelly's mood light.

Kelly was feeling playful, too, but she was painfully aware of the awkwardness with Charlie. In what she intended as a hint to sneak away, Kelly snuggled up against her boyfriend and placed a single kiss upon his chest. He didn't take the hint, but he liked that his fiancée was coming on to him. It was not unusual for the two of them to be affectionate and even flirty around Charlie, and Kevin took his usual tack of making an off-color joke to break the tension.

"I'm gonna need to go back for a cold shower before Charlie has to watch me get a boner." He expected someone to snicker or at least roll their eyes, but he was not prepared for a guilty silence.

Kelly's heart raced. It was just an off-handed comment, but she realized that it might her only chance to make light of the secret she had been keeping from Kevin.

"How do you know he hasn't seen it already?" she smirked. She glanced at Charlie to see his reaction, but she knew already that he was just as terrified as she was.

Kevin simply chuckled at the idea. But a certain momentum was pressing Kelly along. Smirking more playfully, she dropped her hands and tried to grope him through his towel.

"What's so funny about that?" she cooed, realizing that she had her boyfriend on his heels.

Kevin chuckled again. He recognized that this was a game of chicken. Despite some mild embarrassment, he wasn't ready to cry uncle just yet.

"You're right," he teased with a certain bravado. "What I'm packing is no laughing matter. But what would make you think Charlie's ever had a look at it?"

"Because I saw him." As frightening as it was to say, it was almost easier to say with Charlie there, in part because the way he looked at them was turning her on. Kelly nudged her boyfriend back against the table where Charlie was sitting. Looking down at their best man, she couldn't help but feel guilty for putting him on the spot. Yet she knew it had to be done.

"Oh yeah, when was that?" Kevin jested, though part of him was beginning to wonder if this was really a joke. Kelly's retort came almost smugly. 

"Remember the other night?" 

Kevin had the sinking feeling that he had just heard the punch-line. He looked at Charlie, whose evasive reaction confirmed everything. Yet what was boggling was the almost rabid excitement in his girlfriend's eyes. Kelly nudged him back further so that he was sitting on the edge of the table. She leaned over him and began to speak in the kind of measured tones that one uses to deliver confusing news.

"It's true. Charlie saw it all." It made Kelly hot just to say the words, and she went on groping her boyfriend's crotch as she spoke. Kevin and Charlie were too embarrassed to look at one another, yet the twinkle in Kelly's eyes was oddly reassuring to them both.

"But I don't seem to remember anyone complaining," she smirked, "while I was sucking... on... your... cock..."

As Kelly seductively stressed the last few syllables, she pulled open Kevin's towel and dropped her mouth around his knob!

Kevin leapt in his skin when he felt the towel come off, but before he knew what hit him, his girlfriend's soft sucking placated any opposition he might have put up. He could not believe that she was doing this with Charlie right next to them! It had not yet settled into his addled brain that this was not the first time. Despite his discomfort and confusion—indeed, because of it—he instinctively went along with what he knew for sure: he loved being inside Kelly's mouth.

Charlie simply gawked. Kelly eyed his reactions as she felt her boyfriend's semi-flaccid cock quickly growing hard inside her mouth. She could tell that just watching her was giving Charlie the same reaction. It did not take long before her lips were flush with a full erection. She pulled back and grinned at the outlandish scene she had created.

"Anyone want to stop?" she teased, knowing the answer already.

For the first time, Kevin and Charlie glanced furtively at one another. As embarrassed as they were, neither could hide his sheer exhilaration. What excited Kevin most of all was seeing how much Kelly seemed to enjoy having Charlie watch. Eager for Kevin's 'okay', she grabbed hold of his hard-on and sucked imploringly on the tip.

"Urgh," Kevin grunted. "Oh, how do you feel so good?!" The simple sign of encouragement was all that Kelly needed, and Kevin could see the smile in her eyes as she started bobbing steadily around his shaft.

For all his fantasies about watching Kelly and Kevin together, Charlie was unprepared for how lurid it would feel to be a witting participant in the act. On the table just inches in front of him, the sun poured over the naked body of his friend as he got a blow job from his fiancée. Making the thrill even stranger and more wonderful was the way that both of them kept throwing him glances to be sure that his eyes were glued to the sight.

With his erection surging from the attention, it did not take Kevin long to appreciate the appeal of being a spectacle. It was a clue to what must have gone through Kelly's mind when she was caught the other night. By letting Charlie enter vicariously into their bodies, all of their senses were piqued. It even heightened the visual delight that Kevin took in seeing Kelly's mouth engulf him, deeper with each plunge, and his body positively prickled from the feel of it. His cock swelled as she covered it with her warm spit, and though he felt an uneasiness about letting someone spy upon his girlfriend in this act, the plain eroticism of it overwhelmed his doubts.

As Kelly glopped hungrily on his dick, Kevin tucked back the wet strings of hair that had begun to obscure her face from view. It was a simple gesture, but it made Charlie shudder. Not only was Kevin getting off, but he wanted Charlie to get off, too. The message was not lost on Kelly either, and for the first time she and Kevin exchanged knowing grins. No longer merely indulging one another, they were really having fun!

The grin on Kelly's face turned devilish as she popped Kevin's cock out of her mouth. She realized that Charlie had become a sort of plaything for them. Locking her gaze on Charlie, she let her eyes flirt with him while her tongue began to take long, delectable licks up Kevin's shaft. Charlie had to bite his lip to keep himself from groaning at the sight. As he watched his friend's cock twinge from the slithers of Kelly's tongue, a faint semblance of the sensation tingled inside his pants. Kelly could tell that the effect she was having on him was torture, and yet as his eyes begged her for more, she was once again taken in by the feeling that the cock she was licking was Charlie's. This time she was not abashed to let Charlie—and Kevin—enter into the illusion with her.

In fact, Kevin was aroused by the way his girlfriend toyed with Charlie, quite apart from the pleasure of being her prop. Not content until she had thoroughly coated his whole erection with a wet sheen, Kelly methodically licked away to the point where neither Kevin nor Charlie could take it anymore. She finally stopped and, coyly mocking Charlie, held her boyfriend's privileged penis up against her cheek. With an almost maniacal giggle, she rubbed it around her face, chin and lips. The craven look in Charlie's eyes was making her giddy, and she watched to see him react as she dropped down to give the same tongue treatment to her boyfriend's balls!

This time Charlie couldn't stifle his groan, and Kelly was delighted by the sound of both men muttering with pleasure as she worked. Indulgently she lapped Kevin's delicate jewels while pinning his hard-on up against his navel. Never taking her eyes away from Charlie, she gently pulled each one into her mouth and sucked it with a soft caress. From the fire in Charlie's eyes, she could tell that the come was boiling in his balls as much as it was in Kevin's. Wanting to tease him some more, she let the erection fall against her forehead and sweetly munched her lips all the way back to the top.

A lustful fever was burning through Kelly's body. She could feel how much it turned Kevin on to watch her tantalize his friend, and this excited her beyond belief. She returned her eyes to her boyfriend and put her mouth around his tool. There was a certain cockiness in her expression. How he would never be able to doubt her flighty instincts again!

Amused with herself, Kelly let her lips slowly sink down until Kevin was in her throat. The deep plunge made him huff and puff, and she held him there until the anguish was almost too much. By the time she let it wriggle free, Charlie was squirming in his seat. Smug as ever, Kelly kept her mouth squeezed around the shaft and started bobbing like a buoy.

Every detail of Kelly was sensuous to Charlie. His eyes wandered from the lusciousness of her lips down over the contours of her skin. With the white bath towel tied around her chest, her shoulders and arms, lightly tanned, remained bare and taut from the grip she held around the base of Kevin's shaft. Bare also from mid-thigh down, her legs were sleek and firm, poised in a half-crouch above the cold tiles of the kitchen floor.

Kevin noticed Charlie peering at his girlfriend's figure. It gave him a lurid impulse. Remembering the rush he had felt when Kelly had pulled open his towel, he found himself reaching down and pulling hers un-tucked!

Kelly recoiled as she felt the towel go slack, catching it before it fell. The panic was instinctive, but she almost immediately began to giggle at her own reaction: just what modesty was she trying to defend?!

"Ah! You!" she exclaimed at her boyfriend, amused at what he had tried to do.

He shrugged his shoulders with a wry grin.

Kelly raised her eyebrows. So this was the game he wanted to play... Without another word, she rose to her feet and, facing both him and Charlie, let the towel drop to the floor.

The sight of Kelly's naked body knocked Charlie back in his chair. She was every bit as gorgeous as he had imagined. Taut and slender, her curves blended into smooth, muscular lines along her slim tummy and legs without depriving her softer parts of any of their plumpness. Despite her confident, even cheeky, stance, Charlie could tell that it made her tingle to show him everything.

It was true that Kelly was acutely aware of her own nakedness, but it only made her carnal urges stronger. Standing now, she reached down and seized hold of Kevin's thick pole. She smirked at Charlie as she began to tug. As she gradually picked up her pace, her body took on a slight bounce, and she had to chuckle at how Charlie—while gawking at the hand job—was constantly distracted by her tits. An idea came to Kelly that made her smile. She bent down so that her breasts dangled over Kevin's lap, and she wedged his cock between them. Flirting with Charlie as she cupped a hand around each breast, she squeezed them together and used them to get Kevin off!

Charlie gulped. The sight of Kevin's tool poking through her cleavage was so utterly raunchy that Charlie felt like he might spontaneously splooge in his pants. Kelly's breasts, though modest, had a ripe juiciness to them. They must have felt spectacular to fuck, and Charlie envied his friend's position more than ever.

In fact, it felt so good that Kevin was beginning to buckle. Groaning with telltale anguish, he gave his girlfriend an urgent, helpless look. Kelly simply grinned. She pulled back and started working a corkscrew motion with her hand. Grumbled at the magnificent feeling of her grip, Kevin assuring both her and Charlie that there was soon to be no turning back. But Kelly had no plans to turn back. She grinned at her boyfriend, squeezed tightly, and started jerking faster.

"Oh fuck..." Kevin gasped.

Kelly glanced at Charlie just long enough to see his eyes grow wide with anticipation. It made her heart race even faster, and from that moment on she kept her wild eyes on Kevin as she frantically jerked him off.

"Oh... oh fuh..."

Her eyes blazed as she watched her boyfriend's face contort with agony. He saw her eagerness, and it sealed his fate.

"Arghhhh!!"

Kevin roared as Kelly's feverish hand job pushed him over the edge, releasing a massive blast of semen against his chest. The climax was so powerful that the sight of it made Kelly and Charlie tremble in awe. Choking out the next big spurt, Kelly reveled at the sound of her boyfriend's grunt as the hot come shot out onto his skin. Her hand hurried to bring him total relief, and she could only imagine how much Charlie was yearning for the same. To watch was scintillating torture for him.

As Kelly strangled the orgasm into fatigue, the remaining semen pulsed down her knuckles. The whole scene was a sticky mess, sprawling in front of Charlie's eyes. Kevin finally collapsed back onto his elbows and marveled at Kelly as she calmed him with a slow massage. In the sight of himself together with his fiancée, both naked and covered in come, there was a strange beauty that he now felt even glad to be sharing with someone else. Apparently, Kelly had taught him the joy of letting their friend's lusts merge with their own.

Satisfied with herself, Kelly cast an almost righteous smirk at both of her admirers. She unwrapped her sticky fingers and playfully tickled Kevin's cock. Then, without so much as a word, she stood up and sauntered out of the room, sighing whimsically.

Covered in the aftermath of his orgasm, Kevin was left sitting in front of his roommate, and the two of them quickly began to feel a little awkward. Although he was still a little woozy, Kevin gathered up his towel and looked to Charlie as if he was going to speak. Neither was quite sure what to say. Instead, Kevin simply stumbled away in the direction that Kelly had left.

Charlie was at a loss for what to think. His body still tingled from everything he had seen. Feeling like he had to flee as well, he hurried out of the kitchen and closed himself behind his bedroom door. He was short of breath, and the room seemed to spin. Only one impulse was free from confusion: he quickly tore open his pants and grabbed his throbbing dick. The climax that had been waiting to happen all morning ripped through his body almost instantly. Ejaculating indiscriminately across his bedroom, Charlie was not in a state to care about the mess. In his mind, the hot juice was splashing gloriously onto Kelly's tits.

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By the time Charlie had finished cleaning up that morning, he emerged from his room to find that Kevin and Kelly had already left for work. He, too, hurried off late for work, thinking it was just as well that they had avoided each other for now. In fact, he didn't see either Kelly or Kevin for the entire weekend.

Obviously the couple had some things to sort out for themselves. They stayed at Kelly's apartment well into the next week, and while Charlie understood why they needed their space, it began to worry him that he hadn't seen or heard from his friend. Finally, on Tuesday night, Kevin returned to the apartment after work.

"Hey man," he said as he came through the door. His tone was already apologetic, as he could see the worry in Charlie's expression.

"Hey..."

He could see that Charlie was at a loss for what to say, so he tackled the subject right away.

"I'm sorry that I haven't been home in a while. We had... well, we had some stuff to talk about..."

Charlie nodded.

"I hope... I hope what happened didn't... I hope it didn't freak you out," Kevin stuttered, averting his eyes as he spoke.

"No, I..." Charlie didn't know quite how to respond. It had been the most fantastic experience of his life, and yet how could he admit that to his friend? 

"We can get a little carried away. It's just been such an exciting time recently..."

"No really," Charlie interrupted. "You don't have to apologize. I mean, it didn't bother me."

Kevin's pulse began to race. He already knew, from the look in Charlie's eyes last Friday, that it hadn't bothered him at all. The trouble was in admitting it to one another.

"Yeah, I wasn't complaining either," Kevin joked, trying to add some levity to what they were admitting. It was a relief for both of them to chuckle. "And, well, Kelly was okay with everything, too."

Charlie gulped at the mention of her name. He completely respected that Kelly was special to his friend, and the last thing had wanted was to jeopardize anything for them. Yet he could not avoid the erotic thoughts he had been having.

Though at a loss for how to respond, Charlie hoped that his friend could read in his eyes that his intentions were benign. They nodded at each other, as if they had come to terms, though neither really knew what the conversation had implied. Seeing that there was little more that they could say for now, Kevin changed the subject.

"I was hoping that Kelly could move in most of her stuff this weekend. Do you think you'd be able to help?"

"Oh yeah, no problem. I'll be packing up my stuff, too. I have to ship it out on Monday."

"Thanks. Kelly and I will come with you to the airport when you fly out, too."

Charlie smiled. It was bittersweet to be moving away from his friend, but he was glad that they were at least parting on good terms.

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Saturday morning, Kevin picked up the moving van and brought the first load of Kelly's belongings to the apartment. When Kelly and Charlie first saw one another, they strained to pretend that nothing had changed. For most of the day it worked, as the three of them worked busily to bring a couple truckloads of stuff into the second story walk-up.

But it was difficult for Charlie not to eventually take notice of Kelly. She was dressed innocently enough, but the way she looked in her little gray sweat-shorts and crimson tank-top was hard to ignore. Charlie found himself checking her out when she would bend over to set down some boxes, but he didn't think anything of it until Kevin caught him looking.

Abashed, Charlie squirmed with the guilty feeling that his friend was able to read his thoughts. But Kevin seemed amused rather than perturbed. The way that Charlie looked at her reminded him of just how lucky he was to be engaged to such a sexy woman. He simply smirked at Charlie and went back to work.

By the end of the day, they had moved all but a few last-minute items into the apartment, so they decided to call it quits and order some pizza. The living room was fully of boxes, but they cleared a space around the coffee table where they could crack open some beers and have a well-earned bite to eat. It felt great to unwind after a long day of labor, and the three of them reminisced and laughed all through the meal. It was a great send-off for Charlie.




The Best Man



"We're gonna miss ya, Charlie," Kelly sighed as she got up to stretch. As she reached up, Charlie caught a glimpse of her navel but tried to distract himself from looking.

"Yep, you guys are definitely going to have to come out and visit me when I get settled," he replied.

Kevin, who was sitting on a box of books across from the couch, hadn't failed to notice that Charlie's eyes had wandered, and he gave his friend the same sly smirk as earlier. When Kevin pulled his girlfriend onto his lap, Charlie couldn't help but think that he was trying to shield her from his prying eyes. Yet Kevin continued to shoot the breeze without the least hint of a grudge.

"You'll have to give us a tour of your new city," he suggested. "I hear they're supposed to have some great food out there..."

The conversation was mundane enough, but Charlie was becoming a little distracted by the way Kevin was petting Kelly as he talked. He couldn't seem to remember if they had normally showed this kind of affection—perhaps he was just overly sensitive to it now. But as the conversation went on, he became more certain that there was something suggestive in the way that Kevin moved his hands over her belly and even let her shirt, again, ride up above her navel. It was clear that all three of them were becoming a little hot and bothered, and this time it was Kevin who broke through the tension.

"So Charlie," he finally interjected, as if to change the subject. "What is it around here that you're going to miss the most?"

Before he could think of an answer, Charlie realized that the question was not only rhetorical, it was a taunt. Just as soon as Kevin had asked, he subtly tucked his fingers into the band of Kelly's sweat-shorts. She perked up, realizing along with Charlie that Kevin had been toying with them both. The encroaching of his fingertips gave her a tingle that she didn't want to resist. Leaning back against her boyfriend, she looked at Charlie and let loose a quiet squeal.

"I think I know what we're going to miss..." Kevin said. He was bold tonight. He slipped his hand further into her shorts until he could begin to feel the warmth of her crotch.

Kelly gasped but instinctively spread into a wider straddle upon his lap. She loved the way that Charlie stared at them, not quite sure that he was allowed to look and yet completely absorbed. Tonight, at least his shock left him with some of his wits.

"You guys kill me," he muttered with a baffled grin. For the first time, all three of them were aware of what they were getting into.

Kelly giggled. "Well that's the fun of it, huh?" she toyed, following immediately with a moan as Kevin rubbed his fingers down between her legs.

As things progressed, Kevin wriggled into Kelly's underwear and gently burrowed to her clit. Charlie could tell by her contortions that Kevin had reached the prime spot, even though he could see only obscure motions though her shorts. Her body arched back as Kevin tickled the spot, and she finally had to groan for a reprieve. He obeyed, tucking his middle finger into her pussy.

"Mmmmm," Kelly hummed in a high tone.

She undulated against Kevin as he fingered her, and the friction on his lap was getting him good and hard. Eagerly, he worked her wet pussy, feeling how much it turned her on to have Charlie watching her squirm. She was so aroused that Kevin was surprised to hear her already beginning to approach a climax.

"Unnnhhh...ohh... unnhh..."

Charlie leaned forward, as if the tension in her body was pulling him closer. He could see the motion in her shorts picking up to a frantic pace. He gawked, staggered by the idea that she was on the verge of coming right before his eyes.

"Ohh... annhh!"

Kelly's body involuntarily arched out, thrusting her hips in Charlie's direction. Kevin had to grab hold of her in order to keep his finger moving. With his other arm wrapped around her waist, he grasped her crimson tank-top and feverishly pulled it up so that her belly was exposed. Tightly, he held onto her as she bucked, and he resolved to make his finger push her over the edge.

Kelly's eyes snapped shut, and she let out a ferocious cry as her pussy began to gush.

"Annnggghhhh!! Ah! Ah... ahh... ahhhh!!!"

Charlie's mouth went dry as he watched her bare midriff ripple with spasms of relief. He could tell that Kevin was looking right at him, but his own eyes were glued to Kelly's rancorous flesh. Her hips squirmed about, trying to escape the unbearable pleasure that Kevin's finger was bringing, but he held firm until the last pang splintered through her nerves. At last, she collapsed upon his lap.

Spent, Kelly's body prickled everywhere. She could feel both Kevin and Charlie looking at her, but it took her a while to come to her senses. With her eyes closed, she rested against her boyfriend's body, simply savoring the soft feeling of his finger massaging her clit. Gradually her senses awoke. She could feel that her shirt was hiked up and that Kevin's hand was squeezed over one of her breasts. Lying there, a wry smile crept over her face as she imagined what it was like for Charlie to see her in this state. With a deep, satisfied breath, she opened her eyes to see him.

"Mmm," she sighed, grinning at his spellbound expression.

Charlie shook his head with an astonished smile.

"Un-be-lievable..." he stammered.

Both Kelly and Kevin smiled back.

"Um, yeah!" Kelly giggled. With another whimsical sigh, she added, "I just don't know what it is that comes over me in this apartment!"

Kevin and Charlie chuckled. Fixing up her disheveled hair, Kelly clumsily got to her feet and smirked at the two of them. The look in her eyes was by now all too familiar.

"So, what do you think we should do now?" she asked Charlie coquettishly as she stepped up to parade her bare midsection in front of his face. His overawed expression was the only answer she allowed him to give before nudging him to settle back into the cushions of the couch.

"Why don't you guys just relax?" she purred as she turned to face Kevin, who was still sitting on the box across from the couch. Bending down to untie her sneakers, she indulged Charlie with a view that she knew he had been sneaking all day and then kicked off her shoes and socks.

She exchanged smiles with Kevin as she stood up, knowing that they were about to put the long conversation they had last weekend to the test. Tonight, Kelly was ready to have some fun. She glanced over her shoulder at Charlie and flirted with him as she lifted the remainder of her shirt over her head.

Charlie stopped breathing as she cast the crimson top down to the floor and stood with only the black, silky straps of her bra across her shoulders. The lamplight picked up the amber glow of her slim, sexy back and cast soft shadows along her ribs as she gently stroked her own skin. Although she was facing her boyfriend, her moves were calculated to mess with Charlie. 

She stepped forward so that her bosom was level with Kevin's face, and he welcomingly put his hands upon her hips. Though Charlie was becoming more accustomed to the role of onlooker, it never ceased to quicken his pulse when he saw the two of them touch, and this was something to which Kevin was very well attuned. Playing with his friend, Kevin smoothed his hands across the back of Kelly's shorts and gave her cheeks a firm squeeze. Then, with an almost devilish look in his eyes, he tucked his fingers into her waist and peeled the shorts down to the floor.

The two of them took pleasure in Charlie's reaction as he saw the tiny, short-cut panties that showed a good bit of Kelly's buttocks. Kevin continued to taunt, placing his hands right back on Kelly's ass and pressing his fingertips over the black, silky briefs. Kelly grinned at Charlie as her boyfriend groped her. Not to be outdone at this game, she reached back and unfastened her bra. Charlie gulped as he watched the straps go slack and slide from Kelly's shoulders. Her lovely back was now completely bare, and it made Charlie shiver to see her layers provocatively dropping away.

Kelly grinned down at Kevin and let her tits brush against his face. Perhaps, she mused, her boyfriend would also enjoy being teased. Raising her eyebrows suggestively, she backed away until she bumped into Charlie's knees. She was pleased to see nothing but rabid curiosity in her boyfriend's eyes. Giddy, she spun around to face Charlie with her breasts gloriously displayed.

Charlie was agog. Her soft peaks sloped toward him, plumped beneath by perfect hemispheres that swelled out from her chest. Appearing even more gorgeous in the warm glow of the lamp, Kelly let Charlie's eyes devour her topless figure, knowing that it was playing havoc with her boyfriend's lust. She bent over Charlie, placing her hands on the cushion behind his head so that her breasts swayed in front of his face. Kevin gawked at her from behind and once again found a strange delight in seeing her tempt his friend.

"How does it feel to be the best man?" Kevin jested. Maybe there was something perverse in mentioning their wedding at a time like this, but given the intimacy that they were sharing with Charlie, it seemed an oddly appropriate joke.

Kelly burst out laughing. It caused her to sink down, almost touching her breasts against Charlie's chin, and the ridiculousness of it made him join in laughing, too.

"Not quite the responsibilities I imagined," Charlie snickered, "but you can never say I wasn't here for you!"

Kelly, feeling his breath against her chest, chortled loudly in his ear. Wanting to add to the fun, she stood up, turned around, and settled onto Charlie's lap.

"Oh, I think you've earned your title," Kelly quipped. She smirked at the feeling of his hard-on pressed against her bottom, and Kevin smiled with eager consent. Both of them were feeling much more comfortable having Charlie involved. Impulsively, Kelly reached back to grab Charlie's hands and pulled them up to her breasts!

He leapt with surprise, and Kelly cackled wildly at his reaction. Knowing that Charlie would have no problem playing along, she focused on Kevin as she urged their friend's hands to squeeze her tits. It took Kevin a moment to get over his initial shock, but he couldn't help but shake his head and smile at the fun his girlfriend was having with him.

Kelly grinned and gestured for Kevin to approach. Letting Charlie's hands take over on their own, she grabbed Kevin as he walked up and began to unbutton his shirt. It was enough for Charlie that Kevin didn't seem to mind where things were going, so he wasted no time letting his hands get a little frisky with Kelly. She was glad that Charlie was taking up her offer and decided to give him a little more encouragement.

As she cast off Kevin's shirt and began unbuckling his pants, Kelly wiggled against Charlie's lap until she felt his erection wedge between her cheeks. He instantly let out a most lascivious groan. Realizing just what Kelly was up to, Kevin had to chuckle, which Kelly took as a green light to start grinding up against Charlie's crotch.

Charlie's head fell back in ecstasy against the sofa as Kelly tantalized his cock. Leaving Kevin's pants open, she put her hands down on Charlie's knees, spread them apart, and muscled her hips into a bona fide lap-tease. Keeping her sparkling eyes on her boyfriend all the while, she could see how much it amused him to watch Charlie getting off. His look was exasperated, not with envy, but with overwhelming pleasure. While giving Kevin what he wanted to see, she told him what she wanted him to do.

"Take it out."

The fiery look in her eyes as she said it destroyed him. In a rush, he fumbled with his belt and zipper, promptly dropping his pants and kicking them to the side. A garish erection bulged within his boxer shorts, and he stared into his girlfriend's eyes as he pulled out the waist-band and set the monster loose. Kelly grinned as it sprung into the open. Even Charlie could feel her clench with excitement.

As Kevin tossed his boxers to the side, Kelly slipped away from Charlie and knelt on the floor between the two of them. At eye level, she stared hungrily at her boyfriend's cock. She ached to have it. Then, looking at Charlie's lap, Kelly had her most mischievous impulse yet.

"Both of you."

Charlie and Kevin stared at her blankly, neither sure that he had heard her correctly. One look at his girlfriend's sardonic expression, however, convinced Kevin that he not misunderstood at all. His eyes grew wide upon her, but apart from showing his surprise, his look was full of curiosity. Kelly was exhilarated.

"Both of you," she repeated, directing her plea to Charlie. "Take it out."

Having made herself clear, Kelly smiled assuring and pulled her boyfriend's cock into her mouth. Kevin grunted loudly. He had been worked into such a frenzy from watching Kelly tease them both that he was positively throbbing for her touch. The velvety plunges of her mouth were almost overwhelming.

Charlie had no idea what to do. Just being able to watch Kelly give head was taking liberties enough. Could he really take out his cock in front of his friend's fiancée? He could see Kelly glancing at him as she went down, waiting for him to respond. It was Kevin, however, who would have to open the way.

"I think you'd better give her what she wants to see..." Kevin faltered, unable to argue with the benefits of playing along with Kelly's game.

Charlie's heart stopped. There now was nothing standing in his way, and yet the idea still terrified him as much as it turned him on. With both of them waiting for him, he decided that there was no use in modesty and began to pull open his pants. Kelly let up and simply squeezed her boyfriend's cock with anticipation. Trembling, Charlie reached into the fly of his boxers and pulled out his erection for her to see.

Kelly's face lit up at the sight, and she crowed with a kind of maniacal laughter.

"Very nice," she added, wanting Charlie to know that her laugh was hardly one of ridicule. In fact, ever since she had first caused a stir in Charlie's pants, she had been longing to get a peek, and she was by no means disappointed. The mast rising from his lap was impressive. Though not carrying quite the exceptional heft of her fiancé, it had an attractive shape, and it was swollen to a thickness that Kelly took as a complement.

Charlie gulped as he felt Kelly's eyes sizing up his cock. So did Kevin. He knew that mischievous glint. Kelly looked up at him, biting her bottom lip with a heavy hint of suggestion. He never imagined that he would find this particular suggestion so erotic. As Kelly edged closer to Charlie, Kevin took the step with her and watched with pained fascination as she reached out and touched his friend's cock!

Charlie slammed back into the cushions as he felt her fingers slip around his erection. Never, but in his wildest fantasies, did he imagine that things would go this far. Yet the excitement in Kelly's eyes—and more astonishingly, in Kevin's—convinced him that his friends had been sharing the same fantasies. Clenched in shock, he was helpless to do anything but gawk at the marvelous sight of Kelly stroking his cock with one hand and her boyfriend's with the other!

For Kelly, too, it was electrifying, if lurid, to feel both hard dicks at the same time. There was a giddy sense of power in being able to tease each one of them by what she would do to the other. It was especially fun to see how Kevin reacted to the way she pleasured Charlie. He knew that more than anything, she was doing it to tease him, and it really got him hot. Curious to see the reaction it would get, Kelly couldn't resist upping the ante once more... by touching Charlie with her tongue!

The room spun as Kevin watched his girlfriend encroach upon Charlie's lap and give his tip a tickle. Though both of them could hear Charlie gasping, their eyes were locked onto one another. Baiting him, Kelly swirled her tongue around the head. Kevin might have been shocked by the sight, but she could feel his hard-on throbbing in her hand. She squeezed him firmly, entreating him to indulge this fantasy with her. It was then that she could see that Kevin had surrendered completely.

Practically snarling at her boyfriend with excitement, Kelly sunk her lips around the top of Charlie's shaft. Charlie choked on his breath, and for the first time he felt Kevin looking directly at his face. The guilt he felt for allowing his friend's fiancée to suck his cock was overwhelming, but was itself overwhelmed by how spectacular it felt. He expected to see anger or resentment from Kevin, but in his expression there was nothing so malign. Seeing the effect that his girlfriend was having on Charlie actually seemed to make him smug!

Charlie groaned indulgently, wanting both of them to know that the pleasure was supreme. Kelly's mouth felt every bit as sensational as he had imagined when watching her before. His cock sizzled in her hot spit, and her tongue hugged him in just the right way on each plunge. As she smothered him, he could tell that she was looking at Kevin, and it made him even hotter to know that his friend was watching him penetrate her lips.

When Kelly finally pulled away, she looked at Charlie for the first time. Smiling at his polished knob, she petted it lightly and then tugged at his shorts, inciting him to take them off. He eagerly obeyed while Kelly turned her attention back to her fiancé, nuzzling lovingly against his throbbing wood. All the teasing would now pay off as she engulfed him deeply in her mouth.

Charlie watched in respectful awe. He had a new appreciation for how Kevin must have felt. Casting his bottoms to one side, Charlie removed his shirt as well and sat completely naked on the couch. Kelly hadn't failed to notice. Eager to feel him, she stretched her fingertips to stroke down Charlie's abs and then swirled them playfully around his balls. Wanting Charlie to fully enjoy the sight of the blow job she was giving, she put her hand around his shaft and proceeded to jerk him off.

For the first time in a while, Kevin even chuckled. The look on Charlie's face was priceless, and there was a certain sinister delight in seeing his friend undergo the sweet torture of Kelly's hand. He took a deep, gratifying breath while trying to stand up to the afflictions that Kelly was imposing on him as well.

The sheer adrenaline of pleasuring both of them at once kept Kelly going at a frantic pace. Kevin's hand at the back of her head gently helped her to keep her rhythm, and the hardness of his shaft made her mouth water. Charlie could see the saliva gushing down his friend's cock. Combined with the frenzy of Kelly's hand, the assault on his senses was becoming too much to take.

"You are so fucking hot..." Charlie gasped, directing the comment not just to Kelly, but to them both.

Slipping her mouth away, Kelly smiled while stroking them both with her hands. Charlie, clearly in a hectic state, looked her up and down, as if to memorize everything from her lovely, ebullient face down to the way she looked in those tiny black under-shorts. Her breasts took on a tantalizing bounce as she jerked them both off, and the sight only pushed Charlie further toward the brink.

"Ngggh... oh... oh, it's so good..."

Kelly's face lit up when she realized how close he was to the edge. Impulsively, she looked up at her boyfriend and made her most provocative suggestion yet.

"Let's make him come."

Taking Kevin's response for granted, Kelly lunged into Charlie's lap and started sucking him off at a fevered pace. Her plunges were so tight and wet that he was almost instantly destroyed.

"Ohh! Oh fuck!!"

Kevin's eyes widened as he watched his friend's body tense up to the point of breaking. With the next growl he heard Charlie make, he knew for certain that his friend was about to climax in his girlfriend's mouth.




The Best Man



"Nrrrruuuuwww!"

Charlie's semen gushed onto Kelly's tongue. Still sucking, she loosened her lips and let the orgasm ooze down his shaft for Kevin to see. Thunderstruck, Kevin found himself more aroused with each pulse of come that flooded through his girlfriend's lips. Charlie was reeling, and the sight of his friend experiencing such release made Kevin begin to go into convulsions of his own!

With Charlie's orgasm kicking its last spasms in her mouth, Kelly felt Kevin growing tense. Once Charlie collapsed, she gave him a last swish of her tongue and left his come-drenched cock behind. She had never quit her hand job on Kevin, and now, wiping off her lips, she got up and sat on Charlie's knees in order to give Kevin her full attention.

"Nnhh, you are fucking amazing!" Kevin cried, finding Kelly more erotic than ever. Sliding her hand around his shaft, she pulled him closer to offer him her mouth, but he was so far-gone already.

"Oghhh!!"

More suddenly that Kelly had expected, his load came shooting out. The first spurt even made her flinch, catching her below the chin and dripping down her neck. His lack of control only excited Kelly more. She tugged expectantly on his cock, welcoming the next warm pulse onto her tits.

Still woozy, Charlie delighted at the sight of Kevin's orgasm, though thankful that Kelly's chest was shielding him from the bursts. She let the last of his come drip onto her breasts and then gently sucked the head clean. Both Charlie and Kevin were in complete awe.

Kelly stood up and stroked Kevin until he was calm, letting Charlie get a last look at her from head to toe. With a satisfied grin upon her face, Kelly took her boyfriend by the hand and began to lead him out of the room.

"Charlie, Charlie, Charlie..." she sighed airily as she walked behind the couch, mussing her fingers through his hair.

Charlie smiled at both of them as he watched them walk away. Before she rounded the corner to walk down the hall, Kelly pulled down the back of her black panties and gave Charlie a wink. He chuckled and wondered if he would ever get the chance to see those gorgeous cheeks again.

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Kevin and Kelly hugged Charlie goodbye at the airport the following Monday. Each of them was making an effort to go on as friends, even though they couldn't deny what had happened between them. Charlie was glad that the two of them would have their space as a couple once he was gone, as much as he would miss being invited into their fold.

They made plans to visit one another before the wedding. No one was sure just what the visits would bring. Charlie was simply glad to have become, if only briefly, so intimate with his two friends, and they were very happy to have him as their best man.

As they watched Charlie walk past the checkpoint toward his gate, Kevin regretted that they hadn't been able to have more fun with their friend before he had to leave.

"I suppose we're really going to miss him," he lamented.

Kelly nodded. But Kevin could see a little smirk creeping onto her face.

"What?" he asked.

"Well, you know," she replied, shrugging cheerfully, "we also have bridesmaids..."



The Best Man



The cellphone in my purse rang insistently as I pulled into the parking space outside my apartment. I fished it out and glanced down to see whether I should answer as a man or a woman. It was Jim! "I thought you were on your honeymoon. Had it with married life already?" 

"It's a long story, bro. I'm on my way over."

"Over from where?"

"The airport. We're getting drunk tonight." He hung up before I could say anything. In a panic, I dashed through the parking lot and up the stairs to my apartment, as fast as my skirt and sandals would let me. Twenty minutes! That's all the time I had to transform myself back into a guy, hide my girl stuff, and make my apartment look like it wasn't a woman's.

"Damn him!" I muttered to myself as I kicked my sandals under the bed, noting as I did that my painted toes and shaved legs meant I'd better put jeans and sneakers on...why was Jim back in town anyway? Hadn't he booked two weeks in Maui? I mused as I scrubbed off my makeup and went to work on my manicure...what a waste! "Damn him!" a muttered again. I tossed my wig under the vanity and stepped into a cold shower, just long enough to wash away the lingering scent of my cologne. A few minutes later, I was pulling on a rugby shirt and surveying my apartment for tell-tale signs off femininity. I finished getting dressed and ran a comb through my wet hair after I made sure that all the fashion magazines were safely tucked away. I looked around my bedroom one last time, sweeping some loose jewelry into a dresser drawer and closing my closet door as the doorbell rang.

He looked like hell, if you can say that about a guy with a face like a film star and an All American's physique. Even his Hawaiian tan couldn't conceal the lines under his eyes, which had taken on a sadness I'd never seen before. "Dude, why are you here? Where's Julie?"

"Still in Maui," he sighed as he crashed onto my sofa. "I hope she stays there."

"That bad?" 

I popped two Coronas and handed one to him. He threw half of it down in one long swig and finished it off with a burp. "Her parting words yesterday were, 'You must be gay.' What a bitch! How could you let me go through it?"

"Whoa, cowboy, don't blame me. I tried to talk you out of it, remember?"

"I know, dammit, it's my own fucking fault. She's hot, she's rich, and she's a total bitch."

"Two out of three ain't bad," I said in a lame attempt at a joke.

"You try spending the rest of your life with a diva."

"But you guys were great together..." I said half-heartedly.

"Listen, Chris, you know me better than anybody on earth. We've been friends since second grade, we double-dated more times than I can remember, and you were best man at my wedding. You knew I was making a mistake, and you tried to tell me, but I didn't listen to you, and now I'm fucked."

 * * *

"Beeeeep.......beeeeeep.........beeeeeeep!" I pulled a pillow over my ears. Why the hell were the garbage guys here so early? They never got to my apartment before I left for work...."Work!" I shouted like Maynard G. Krebs, sitting up with a start. A glance at the clock on my nightstand confirmed the worst: it was almost noon!

I got out of bed and staggered into the bathroom. My head felt like a punching bag, and my tongue tasted like an old sneaker. Standing over the bowl in my tee shirt and shorts, I viewed the sad remnants of the burger and fries I'd thrown down, then back up, last night between many, many beers with Jim. How the hell did we get home last night? Jim didn't actually drive in his condition, did he? Was he as wrecked as I was? 

A groan from the living room answered that question. I found him splayed out on the sofa, looking like death warmed over. "My head," he moaned. 

"How many beers did we have last night?"

"I stopped counting at twenty. Twelve for me, eight for you." Since Jim outweighed me by 100 pounds, he was probably in better shape than I was, which wasn't saying much. And I was the one who had to get to work! I sat down at my computer and began scrolling through my emails to see if I'd been missed. I was in luck: my boss was out of town, and my assistant had phoned in sick. With any luck, I'd be able to get in before anyone was the wiser. I was about to log off when I glanced down, horrified to realize that my shaved legs and bright pink toenails were there for Jim to see. 

I pushed back my chair and raced to my bedroom. "Gotta get ready for work," I shouted as I slammed the door, but not before I glanced back at Jim to see him sitting up with the strangest look on his face. I threw up again in the shower, managed somehow to shave without killing myself, and felt almost human by the time I'd brushed my teeth and swallowed half a dozen aspirin. Meanwhile Jim had pulled himself together enough to fire up Mr. Coffee, and when I emerged from my bedroom in a coat and tie, he handed me a mug and asked if he could crash in my apartment for the rest of the day. "No problem," I shouted on my way out the door. 

Jim's car, although parked between two spots at a crazy angle, seemed to be undamaged, I noticed as I zoomed off to work. Soon my mind was consumed by my real world problems, and it never occurred to me that I'd left my computer on, password unprotected, my innermost secrets exposed. 

 * * *

Most of my cohorts were blessedly still at lunch when I pulled into the garage, and I was able to make it to my cubicle unnoticed. I fought back waves of nausea most of the afternoon, getting caught up on emails and phone messages, although my brain was still too fried for serious work. I found my mind wandering back to my marathon conversation with Jim at the brewpub, which I could recall in fragments through an alcoholic haze.

"So you're definitely dumping her?"

"Let's just say it's mutual."

"It boggles the mind: the big wedding, all those guests, her family, your family...."

"All the swag...hell, she can keep it as far as I'm concerned, and the ring too."

"Dude, that rock must have cost you a fortune!" Not that Jim was hurting for money: his signing bonus when he was drafted by the NFL set him up for life, thanks to some savvy investment advice from me. 

"She can shove it up her ass."

"So what happened? I thought you guys were great together. Was there like some big secret she was keeping?"

"You mean like was she really a guy?" he laughed, and I laughed along with him, in spite of myself. "Trust me, I'd drilled her enough times before I popped the question to know she was great in the sack. That wasn't the problem."

"So what was the problem?" Jim took a long pull on his seventh or eighth beer, and looked away from me. "Come on, buddy, you can tell me."

"I just got sick of her."

It didn't add up. "You said she called you gay," I remembered. "What was that all about?"

"Don't want to talk about it," Jim sulked.

How could I blame him? For years I'd struggled with my own sexual identity, hiding from everyone I knew my passion for dressing up as a woman. Thanks to my slight stature and androgynous physique, when I finally got my own apartment and screwed up the courage to venture out en femme, I'd passed effortlessly. Now I was spending more and more time in my female persona, which I found infinitely more enjoyable than life as a scrawny, geeky guy. 

Jim and Julie's wedding invitation had been a brief intrusion into my increasingly feminine world, and although I'd been honored to be his best man, as soon as they left for Maui I'd gratefully swapped my tux for skirts and dresses. 

 * * *

"Honey, I'm home," I said in my best Ricky Ricardo after I finally escaped from the office. When Jim and I were frat buddies, we'd spent hours watching old TV shows, so much so that we often communicated for days at a time by mimicking whatever characters were in reruns that semester.

"Maybe you should be Lucy," I heard from across the living room. From the direction of my computer. "Man, you've got some far out favorite places." Before I could concoct an excuse, Jim pressed on. "The ladyboys from Thailand are my personal favorites."

"Uh, yeah, some of them are smokin' hot," I said with every ounce of manliness I could muster.

"And all these pictures of this hot chick...I didn't know you had a twin sister."

My heart sank. "Uh, Jim, let me explain...."

He swiveled in my deskchair and looked me square in the eye. "Chris, I'm cool with it. I kind of figured out already that you were into something like that. Either that, or you've taken metrosexuality to a whole new level."

I slunk over to the sofa and tried to lose myself in the cushions. "Jim, nobody knows about this...."

"Don't worry buddy, your secret's safe with me. So how long have you been dressing up as a chick? Your pix are amazing. Do you really look that good?"

I just let it myself go. "For as long as I can remember, since I was maybe five or six. I used to sneak into my mom's closet and try on her stuff."

"But we've known each other since second grade, and we were roomies for three years at State. You never slipped up once. Damn, you should have been a spy or a secret agent."

"It's been tough, and there's been a lot of close calls," I sighed.

"So what makes you do this? I mean, do you want to be a chick? Hell, you've dated lots of girls, do you play dressup with your dates?"

"No!" I shouted, startling Jim and myself with my intensity. "No," I repeated in a normal voice, "none of them ever knew, and I never wanted to be a girl."

"So have you made it with any guys?"

"No!" I shouted again, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Listen to me," Jim said. "You don't have anything to feel guilty about. Especially not with me," he added softly.

"What does that mean?"

"It means I'm not exactly straight, Chris." You could have knocked me over with a feather. Was my best friend, an NFL tailback who'd gotten all the girls he ever wanted and made me look like a 98 pound weakling, telling me he was gay? 

"Wow," was all I could manage.  * * *

Dinner that night was a subdued affair, compared to our outrageous bender the night before. Over diet cokes and pizza, Jim poured out his troubled soul to me, recounting how many girls he'd made love to, each one sexier than the last, yet each less enjoyable as slowly but surely he came to grips with his sexuality. There were his escapades with a discreet number of guys, mostly on away games or camping trips, when I'd never been around. He wept openly about his guilt for getting married, a last-ditch effort to go straight which was doomed from the start.

When the conversation turned to me, it was almost anti-climactic. Until Jim gently prodded me to dress up for him. I thought he was kidding at first, but a strange excitement came over me at the thought of sharing this side of myself with someone. Although Jim was my closest friend, and undeniably gorgeous, I'd never been physically attracted to him. Yet there was something about his discovered vulnerability, and our shared secrets, that made me feel closer to him than I'd ever felt towards anyone, man or woman, and he was very persistent. "C'mon Chris, it'll be fun. I've hung it all out for you, the least you can do is show me the girl you've been hiding from me all these years."

When reluctantly I finally agreed, it was on my terms and conditions. "You will move out of here now," I pronounced in my female voice, "and take me out on a proper date tomorrow night. Someplace nice, if you expect me to shave my legs and put on a dress for you, so don't show up looking like a bum."

"Yes, dear," Jim said, and we both laughed in nervous anticipation.  * * *

Needless to say, I got next to nothing done at the office for the second day in a row. Whenever I tried to concentrate, I found myself daydreaming about my big date. What should I wear? As always, I was underdressed for work in panties, but tonight would call for something special in the way of lingerie. Thanks to my booze-induced bulimia two nights before, my waist had never been more girlish, and I'd given myself a full body shave in the shower that morning. The forecast called for an unseasonably warm evening. Sundress weather!

I slipped away a few minutes before five and flew home. Until I got on the expressway...traffic was a bitch, and by the time I got back to my apartment, I had less than an hour to get dressed for Jim! I tore off my clothes, raced into the bathroom and started the tub, pouring more than the usual amount of bubble bath into the swirling hot water. I gave my face an extra-smooth shave and hopped in, luxuriating for a few blissful moments in the piles of hot bubbles before I ran my daisy razor over my legs once again. Then I lay back, pointed my painted toes and kicked my feet girlishly in delight. Enough of this foolishness, what if Jim could see me now? I emerged from the suds to prepare myself for my first ever date with a man.

After patting myself dry with a thirsty towel, I moisturized from head to toe with an expensive crème from France. Then, with the towel wrapped around my feminized body, I went to work on my makeup, taking more time than usual to line my eyes, mascara my lashes, shadow my eyelids, blush my cheeks and gloss my lips. I'd have to rely on myself for my manicure, but I was pretty good at it by now in in no time my nails were glistening. Then it was time for my wig, which I patiently styled and brushed until it was perfect. I gazed for a long time at my reflection in the mirror, and the pretty girl who now was me smiled back. Poor Jim...he didn't have a chance!

Time to get dressed! I decided to wear what any girl would wear on a hot, sultry night for a date with her best friend: nothing fancy, just a bra, panties, sandals and a sundress. So I tucked my sorry manhood into my white lace padded panties, snapped on my lacy white bra, tucked in my magnificent silicone breastforms, and slithered into my green and white sundress. Turning this way and that in front of the full-length mirror after I zipped myself up, I took a moment to admire my waspish waist and deeply tanned legs. Poor Jim...he didn't have a chance!

A glance at the clock on the nightstand brought me back to reality. He'll be here any minute! I stepped into my strappy white sandals, sifted through my jewelry box for just the right bling -- an opal pendant which was perfect with my dress, matching earrings, a woman's watch, and some simple rings -- and finished myself off with an extra spritz of my most expensive cologne. The confident young woman looking back at me in the mirror was drop-dead gorgeous. Poor Jim...he didn't have a chance!

I was organizing my white purse when I heard his knock on the door. Let him wait a minute, I said to myself as I finished with my purse and gave myself one last inspection. Then I waltzed to the door and opened it with a smile. He was handsome as hell in a light blue blazer and gray slacks, and I could tell from the look on his face that he was delighted with me as a woman. "Look at you!" he said with genuine surprise. "You're a knockout!" 

"Thanks," I said with a girlish lisp. "You're not so bad yourself." 

"Come, milady, your chariot awaits."

"In a minute. Here, make yourself useful," I said, handing him my purse. He stood there and held it awkwardly with an amused look on his face while I rummaged through the hall closet for my little white cropped sweater with short sleeves. "In case it gets cold in the restaurant," I explained, relieving him of my purse. So where are you taking me?" I asked as he escorted me to his Porsche.

"To be honest, I made two reservations: one at a drag bar, in case you...well, you know, and one at the Four Crowns." I punched him on the arm, hard. "Ouch! Where did that come from? The downside of dating a guy...don't worry, we're going to the Four Crowns."

I took his arm and smiled up at him. Jim was almost a foot taller than me, and in my little sundress, I felt so petite next to him, even though my sandals had 2" heels! "I've always wanted to go there as a girl," I said as he held the passenger door open for me. I plopped myself delicately down on the bucket seat and caught him staring at my legs before he gently closed the door. I played with my dress, tugging it just above my knees while he scurried around the back of his car, and checked my reflection in the visor mirror before I sat back contentedly in the plush leather seat. This was going to be fun!

"So how does it feel, Chris? Can I call you Chris?" he asked as he drove, deftly brushing my knee with the back of his hand while he worked the gears. 

We were headed straight into the evening sun, so I took my sunglasses out of my purse. "Chris or Crissy...how does what feel?"

"How does it feel to be all dolled up like that? Are you comfortable?"

I closed my eyes and took a mental inventory of my sensations. How could I begin to describe my feelings at that moment? For as long as I could remember, dressing up as a girl had been an incredible rush. Just the thought of those wonderful, forbidden clothes against my skin was enough to send my dopamine levels through the roof. As my journey across the gender frontier progressed, to the point where I became able to pass through the world as a pretty woman, those feelings had intensified and become addictive, and now I was living my ultimate fantasy: being the girl on a date with a cool guy. How could I ever expect Jim to understand these things? "It feels nice," I said at length. 

"It shows," he said. "I've never seen you look happier. And you're a heck of a lot better looking as a chick. I hope you don't take that the wrong way," he added quickly.

"Nope," I smiled. "I know I look better this way. I should have been born a girl."

He pulled up in front of the Four Crowns and this time it was the valet who ogled my legs when I emerged from the Porsche. "How did you get so damn good at this?" Jim whispered as I took his arm again.

"Practice, practice, practice." 

He opened the massive door and waited for me to step inside before he put his arm around my shoulder and escorted me to the maitre'd. "Smith, reservation for two." Now it was my turn to whisper as we were lead to a romantic booth in a dark corner of the elegant restaurant. "Mr. Smith? How original." I waited for him to pull back my chair, draped my sweater over the back and sat down with a swoosh of sundress. The white table cloth was resplendent with china, crystal and silver, and a waiter materialized to unfold my linen napkin. I took off my sunglasses and perched them on top of my head, and for the first time Jim and I sat face to face, staring for a long time into each other's eyes. "I guess that makes me the other woman, Mr. Smith." 

"Last week you were the best man at my wedding. Now it's like I'm seeing you for the first time, and I can't take my eyes off you," he said, taking my hand. "Everything about you is so feminine." 

I felt a delicious stirring in my panties. "Down boy," I said, as much to myself as to him. The waiter returned to break the spell. Jim asked me if I'd like a drink, and my mind raced...what was the girliest cocktail? "A Cosmo," I said. 

"And a Manhattan for me," Jim ordered. We resumed our small talk, and in spite of the strange circumstances, we soon lapsed into familiar conversation, except as man and woman, chatting about this and that as if we were any other couple. When I glanced at my menu, Jim asked me what I'd like, and I had the thrill of my life when the waiter returned and Jim said smoothly, "The lady will have...." I looked around the crowded restaurant from time to time, and was relieved to see that nobody was paying the slightest attention to us. It was like we were the only two people in the world, sharing this incredible secret.

"How long have you known you were gay?" I asked between bites.




The Best Man



"I was in denial for a long time. I'm still ashamed to admit it. It's not like I'm the only guy in the NFL who's gay, believe me. But I fought it every step of the way, and I never wanted to be different."

"So you got married to Julie."

He hung his head. "Biggest mistake of my life."

"So what are you going to do about it?"

"Annulment."

"She's going to take you to the cleaners."

"Prenup."

"Well played. Now what?"

"Well, I'm not quite ready to come out as Bruiser LaRue." I gave him a quizzical look. "He was the caricature of a gay quarterback on that old AM radio station we used to listen to."

"I remember," I laughed. "I doubt if your sponsors would dig that."

"And they don't sell that many NFL jerseys in the Castro. You must think I'm a total hypocrite."

"Jim, we've been friends since second grade. You don't have to apologize to me about anything. Anyway, who am I to judge? I'm the one who's sitting here in a dress, who's been living a secret life for as long as you've known me."

He took my hand again. "Thanks for being such a good friend, Chris...I mean Crissy." He slid his hand up my arm and shook his head. "I can't get over it. Your skin is so smooth, just like a girl's."

I felt that stirring in my panties again. "I thought you weren't attracted to girls," I teased him.

"So did I." Once again, the waiter broke the spell when he returned with the check. I took my lipgloss out of my purse and freshened my face with a few deft strokes. When I looked up, Jim was staring at me again. He watched intently while I tugged on my little sweater and slung my purse over my shoulder. "Damn," he said, "it's like you've been doing this all your life." 

"Since I moved into my own apartment, I've been making up for lost time," I said while we waited for Jim's car. He opened my door for me, and once again I could tell he was staring at my legs, just as I used to on the rare evenings when I talked a girl into going out with me, a lifetime ago....

We didn't say much during the drive back to my place. We were each lost on our own separate thoughts, trying to process what we'd learned about each other, and our feelings. On a superficial level, I was thrilled to be a pretty girl on a date, and I never wanted it to end, but there was something deeper going on that I couldn't deny, and I wondered what Jim would think if he knew. 

When he pulled into my apartment complex, I asked him if he'd like to come up for a cup of coffee. "Sure," he said, and I took his arm as he walked me up the stairs. He sat down tentatively on the sofa where he'd spent most of the past few days, while I puttered in the kitchen until the coffee was ready. Then I handed him his mug and sat down beside him, demurely sipping mine in awkward silence. "Can I tell you something?" he finally asked.

"Uh oh."

Jim slid next to me and gently took my mug from my hands. "Promise you won't get mad at me?"

"Let me guess...you've always had a thing for chicks with dicks?"

"No, Crissy. I've always had a thing for you."

Twenty-four hours ago, that would have seemed impossible, incredible...now it seemed strangely natural, and the stirring in my panties returned. "Come on, Jim, you really can't expect me to believe that...the big man on campus had a crush on the runt of the fraternity?"

"It's true, from way before then...when we were in Mrs. Penn's class and you always let me copy off you, and you were always reading those brainiac books, I wanted you to like me." 

"Is that why you wanted to double date all the time, even when you had to set me up with a girl? Are you saying you really wanted to be getting it on with me?"

"No, silly, I wouldn't have dared even think that back then. I just admired you, that's all, and felt a little sorry for you too."

"Because I was such a loser. I suppose that's why I got a mercy bid to your fraternity when I followed you off to college."

"I didn't mean it that way," he said, and he put his arm around my shoulder. I felt myself tremble as his hand caressed my bare skin, then his other hand slid under my dress and stopped a few inches from my throbbing panties, gently stroking my thigh. He leaned in and before I could turn away, he brushed my lips with a gentle kiss. He lingered there, backed off for a moment, then he kissed me again, a deep, passionate kiss that curled my toes and rewired my brain and body forever. It was like somebody threw a switch: one minute I was a guy in a dress, and the next all I wanted was to be Jim's woman, to become as intimate with him as our imaginations dared, to feel this way forever. I threw myself into that kiss, exploring him with my tongue, until we finally came up for air. "Wow," he panted.

"Me too." I searched his eyes and wondered if my best friend could possibly be my soulmate? So what if we were born the same gender? No one had ever touched me like this. Who was to say something that felt so right could really be wrong? 

Sometimes there are words that express our innermost feelings, and sometimes words don't matter. Jim took my hand, stood up and said four words that were to change my life. "Let's go to bed." I followed him docilely into my bedroom, then stood facing him while he gently unzipped my dress, which fell in a puddle to the floor. I kicked off my shoes and started to unbutton his shirt. When I was finished, I unfastened his belt and unzipped his slacks. The bulge in his briefs was enormous! Then he picked me up, with one hand tucked under my thighs and the other wrapped around my shoulders, and gently laid me down on the covers. 

I snuggled down in my pillows and waited for him to make the next move, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to have a man undress me and climb into my bed. My life was changing at warp speed, and I wanted to savor every sensation, remember every moment, of the mind-bending journey Jim was taking me on. He didn't disappoint, tenderly kissing me from head to toe, and I followed his lead. God, what a body he had! Shaved as smooth as mine, but ripped and hard as iron, he'd have made me feel like a girl by comparison even if I hadn't been wearing a bra and panties. Not for long...he tugged my panties down to my knees, then he dove between my legs and started to suck me. It felt so wickedly delicious! Instinctively, I started to play with him too, and then I took him into my mouth, wanting him to feel the same thing I was feeling. My head was spinning. Was I really going sixty-nine with a sexual athlete? Together we shared a rising crescendo of desire until I knew we couldn't hold out much longer...when I felt him start to throb it triggered my own orgasm, at once so familiar yet now so new, like the very first time, sensations like nothing I'd ever experienced. It was sheer ecstasy, waves of indescribable pleasure pulsing through me as we came simultaneously, feeding each other with our sweet seeds.

We came down to earth, a jumble of conflicting thoughts in my head. I just had sex with my best friend. A guy. And I liked it. No, I loved it. I'm gay. What's he thinking? Is he going to get up and leave me now? Can we ever be friends again? I looked up at Jim, who had an impish look on his face. He pulled me close and kissed me on the forehead. "Was it good for you?"

"I think I've died and gone to Heaven."

"Whew."

"Huh?"

"I thought maybe I was moving too fast with you."

"And I thought you'd be halfway out the door by now."

"You thought I was a love 'em and leave 'em kinda guy?"

"Well, I do remember certain post-date horror stories when you got back to the frat house...."

"That was then."

"And now? What just happened to us, Jim?"

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it, Crissy." He kissed me again, on the lips, a deep, passionate kiss that started me stirring again. A practical problem: I hadn't been to the bathroom since before I turned myself into a woman, and nature was calling, desperately. 

"Don't go away," I told him as I slipped off the bed and into the bathroom. Yikes! I said to myself when I saw my reflection in the mirror. My wig and makeup were a total mess! After I took care of business, I went to work with a hairbrush and lipstick, then before I went back to bed I had an inspiration. From my closet I fetched my black and pink babydoll nightie with a matching thong, and a black velvet choker with a pink ribbon. I'd fallen in love with them when I saw them at Victoria's Secret, and always wanted to wear them...now or never! I took off my bra and slithered into the nightie, which was clingy enough to create a hint of cleavage over my flat chest. After I fastened the choker and stepped into the thong, for the hell of it I grabbed a pair of sheer black thigh high stockings and minced back to the bedroom, where Jim was waiting impatiently. 

"Wow," he said. "Where have you been all my life?"

I perched on the edge of the bed and began sliding on a stocking, reveling in the sensation of nylon against my skin. "Right under your nose, big boy," I said. "I thought you weren't attracted to the female form?" I finished putting on my stockings, stood up and did a little twirl for him. 

"I'll make an exception in your case. C'mere, you," he said, patting the bed next to him.

I curled up next to him. "What did you have in mind?" I asked coquettishly.

"I'm going to make a woman out of you. Do you have a condom?"

"Goodness! What kind of girl do you think I am? They're in the nightstand."

I watched him tear open a package with extra-lube and roll it onto his hardening penis. I was still soft, but that wasn't going to matter...he told me to lie down, very much the man in charge, then he slid a pillow under my butt. Off came my thong, and the next thing I knew Jim was on top of me, gently probing my quivering rosebud. I gasped when he entered me and I must have cried a little because he whispered "Don't worry, baby, I'll be gentle" as he made his way deeper and deeper into me. The shock and pain soon gave way to an incredible feeling of fulfillment and raw, carnal pleasure as he had his way with me, in and out, in and out, like a piston penetrating my innermost defenses, and I surrendered willingly, it felt so damn good! At some point I wrapped my legs around his neck, and the sensation of nylon against his skin drove him wild...in and out, in and out, deeper and deeper he went, until he clenched his teeth and his breathing became heavier and heavier...."Oh baby, I'm gonna cum soon!" he moaned, and I felt myself beginning to lose control, in a way I never had before. It couldn't be possible, I was still soft but I felt the beginnings of my own orgasm welling up deep inside me, like a woman's orgasm, and my whole body shuddered when Jim cried out, "Yes! Yes!" and I felt him in my tummy, powerful pulses that I knew so well, yet could not compare to the feelings of ecstasy that overwhelmed me as I climaxed around him in spasms of sheer delight that went on and on and on....

"Are we having fun yet?" Jim whispered when I finally opened my eyes. Gently, slowly, he pulled himself out of me, which felt so delicious that I thought I was going to have another orgasm. He cuddled me close, gently stroking me, and we lay there in silence for what seemed an eternity, as our heartbeats gradually returned to normal. Normal...what was normal for me anymore? I'd just been made love to as a woman. I'd just made love to a man. My universe was spinning out of control. "Talk to me," Jim finally said to break my trance. 

"Was it good for you?" as if I needed to ask.

"The best. You're amazing."

"I feel like a dishrag."

"You're too pretty."

"Do you realize that we just had two simultaneous orgasms? A lot of people live their whole lives without ever experiencing that, even once...."

"Wanna go for three?"

"I wanna go for a lifetime," I blurted out, without thinking. Stupid, silly me!

Then came the biggest surprise of all. "I love you."

"You do? Really?"

"Yes, I guess I always have, and now I know for sure."

"Oh Jim, this is all happening so fast! I love you too."

We kissed, a long, sweet, tender kiss, a man and wife type kiss. "I've been thinking," he said.

"That's good. When we were kids, I usually did the thinking for you."

"That's what I'm thinking. We could make quite a team."

"As long you're the one who wears the pants, and I get to be the girl."

"Wouldn't that bum you out, pretending to be my girl?"

"Are you kidding? Sounds like a blast, if you think we can pull it off."

"Oh, you can pull it off all right, baby. Tonight at the restaurant, I was the envy of every guy in the place."

"And I was the envy of every girl in the place. Where's this going, Jim?"

A long pause. Then, "Can you take a little time off from work?"

"Sure, why?"

"Well, I paid for two weeks in Maui, and I hate to see that second week go to waste...."



The Best Man



- Boy, it's hot.

He's coming through the garden towards me where I'm sitting on a bench. He sits beside me, too close, and for a moment his thigh is pressed against mine. I can feel the heat of him, the hard muscles of his thigh, then he shifts away a little.

- Oops. Don't mind if I join you?

I've been watching him inside, and now he's beside me, in the darkness sitting too close. I wonder how much he's had to drink - he looks pretty steady. He's removed his jacket. A big man, his powerful shoulders obvious through his shirt. I feel small beside him. It's rained a little at some point, so it's humid, but the night air is soothing. There's a delicate sound of dripping from all around, and the wet leaves pick up highlights in the dimness. 

- Nicer out here.

I'm too aware of him, his closeness.

- Yeah, I'm kind of sweaty.

I'm nervous - shouldn't have said that. He leans in close, his face near my neck, breathing me in.

- Don't worry about that. How about me?

His voice so close to my ear, low, quiet, resonant. I realise I can smell him, a warm, smooth masculine scent, infinitely familiar, infintiely exotic. There's his deoderant or after shave, and there's his own male smell, with a sharp animal edge. It's intoxicating.

- You smell...fine

He chuckles, low in his throat and pats me on the thigh. Just a friendly gesture. But his hand lingers.

- I'm not surprised you've worked up a bit of a sweat...I was watching you dance.

I don't know what to say to this. His powerful hand is still on my thigh, making gentle stroking motions. No mistake, then - this is over the line. I'm obscurely pleased that he enjoyed watching me. I realise I'm hard and wonder if he's aware of the swelling in my pants so close to his hand.

- Do you cycle?

- Yes, I run too.

- Mmm, feels like it. And you dance.

- I do a lot of things.

He laughs again.

- I gotta pee.

As he stands up, I become aware of the bulge in his own pants. It would be impossible to miss, even if it wasn't right at my eye level - it puts mine to shame. He starts to unzip, right there before my eyes, and starts to haul it out. It's got to be completely hard, surely? It couldn't get any bigger than that? And he's just standing there as it stretches clear of his fly, holding it in one hand as if he's going to pee. But I know he wants to show it to me, give me an opportunity to admire it, to desire it. And I do. So we're there, still, for a moment, contemplating his awesome manhood. And instead of piss, a bead of precum slowly starts to work its way free of the slit.

- Ah. I can't do it now. I think I'm going to get out of here. I think the formalities are over. Want to come? 

- Sure. Whatever you say.

I'm looking at his heavy cock, aching to take hold of it it, but apprehensive.

- Really? Whatever I say?

His cock twitches, and the drop of pre-cum swells, catching a stray glint of light.

- Whatever you say.

And at that moment, I really believe it. I'm transfixed by his dark, powerful masculinity, his assurance.

- Good boy. I'll hold you to that.

I reach out tentatively, and carefully scoop up the drop of fluid on my fingertip. I raise it towards my mouth. From above, his eyes are locked on mine. He grips my wrist, hard.

- No. Not yet.

He takes my finger in his own mouth and sucks it clean.

*

He slides the key into the hotel room door and pushes it open for me. We've ridden in silence in the cab, my hand held in his strong hand.

He seems relaxed yet alert. I am a nervous wreck, all fear and excitement, my stomach churning, my balls tingling at the thought of his cock curled up in his pants, ready to spring out again.

He sits me on the couch, puts on some music, gets me a drink. When he hands me the glass, I have his crotch near my face again, and my mouth begins to actually water. We talk for a while. I don't even know what I'm saying. I just want to hear his voice, smell him, taste him.

- Why don't you get up and strip off? I want to look at you.

I feel awkward but I do get up and start peeling my clothes off. I know my body is good, and I know he's into me; no competition with his impressive muscularity, but I'm not trying to compete. He's watching me, drink in hand, slowly stroking himself through his pants. I want to see that cock again. I'm down to my underpants, and as I start to ease them down, I turn slowly, to give him a view of the curve of my ass. From behind me, I hear an admiring groawl, and then the sound of his zipper opening. Suddenly his hands are on my shoulders and I feel his hot breath on my neck again

- I need to piss now baby. I want you to help me with that.

- I don't really get into that.

- That's okay, I'll take care of you. Go into the bathroom and kneel down.

I do as he says, and wait, hearing him slowly undressing in the next room. When he comes in, I'm in position so his cock is around the height of my eyes. This is the cock that will master me. I have a perfect view of it bobbing thickly around as he walks. It's the first time I've seen his whole body, tall, broad, tightly muscled, beautiful dark skin. He sits down on the edge of the bath.

- You ever see a how a dominant dog goes around pissing on his territory, on his property?

He's brought me round to face him, looking down into my eyes.

- Sometimes he'll even do it on other dogs to just to show that he's 'top dog'.

That throaty chuckle again. He's holding his cock with one hand, the other gripping the back of my neck, smoothly kneading the muscles there.

- I'm that dog.

Suddenly a stream of piss batters against my crotch, soaking my dick, running off my balls.

The stream moves up my torso, hot on my belly, my chest.

As it starts tickling the underside of my chin, his hand guides my head downward.

My lips part, my mouth washed with piss.

Without thinking, I'm swallowing and hear myself let out a strangled groan.

The last squirts shoot up over my face and run back down over my body.

Then his hungry mouth is on mine, smothering my lips with his own.

He must be tasting his own juice on my tongue; he sucks so hard, it almost hurts.

- You're doing real good, baby. Did you swallow some? I thought you would. There might be some more later on, and I want you to swallow every drop. But right now, you rinse off.

He walks out into the bedroom and throws himself down on the couch, one leg thrown up beside him so I can admire the shape of his muscular thighs, and of course that towering cock. I know it will be inside me later, know that somehow my ass will open up for it, that he intends to use me, pleasure himself, take possession. 

I pretend not to be aware from him as I stand in the shower, but I find myself showing off for him, running my hands over my body, acccentuating the curves of my pecs, my buttocks, flexing my abs and back as I twist under the spray, knowing he's watching and trying to inflame his lust. I'm half afraid, so I prolong this moment of anticipation.

When I step out of the shower stall, he is watching me alright, hungrily, stroking his mighty cock slowly, sliding the loose skin over the core of bone.

I'm drying myself, and I put one foot on the edge of the bath to teasingly dry my ass crack.

- Spread it for me.

I lean forward, pointing my pale, rounded ass towards him, letting the cheeks open up to expose my hole.

- More

His tone is husky, urgent. I reach back with both hands and very slowly ease my cheeks further apart. He must be able to see my naked pink hole now.

- More, Godammit! Little pricktease whore!

In one leap, it seems, he is behind me, forcing my head down with one hand, gripping my ass cruelly with the other. I cry out in pain and shock. Then he is spanking me across the ass, hard, stroke after stroke, each one making me gasp with pain. All the smoothness is gone from him now, and I feel really afraid of his ferocity, his strength, his irresistible power. Eventually the storm abates, and I am sobbing. The gentle smooth voice has returned, but with an undertone of menace.

- I'm sorry baby, but you had that coming, wiggling your ass at me like that, didn't you?

I nod, tearily.

- Poor baby. You ass is all red. Is it sore?

He has sat down on the edge of the bath and, to my surprise, he begins gently licking my burning cheecks, moving back and forth from one to the other, first light, tentative laps with the tip of his tongue, then long, luxurious strokes, from the tops of my thighs up to my lower back, moving little by little inward toward my hole until my ass is bathed in his spit. His tongue feels so hot on my tender ass, soothing yet aggravating the burning flesh.

- Spread it again for me baby.

This time, he sinks his face into my opened ass crack, his lips and tongue making contact with my twitching hole, sending a bolt of pleasure through my whole body to the roots of my hair. His mouth on my ass is gentle but insistent and my hole opens to his probing. He is grunting quietly as he goes about his task, and I feel his voice vibrate through my ass as I swim in the pleasure of his attentions. I am bent almost double and can look back between my own legs to where he sits on the bath, his own muscular legs splayed apart, his powerful torso, his cock rising proudly, swaying back and forth with his movements, and once more sporting a glistening pearl of pre-cum at the tip. My mouth waters, and as if reading my mind,

- Time to suck, baby.

He gives my ass a light slap, which still smarts from its earlier punishment. I straighten up, a little unsteadily, and look down into his beautiful brown eyes. I long to kiss him again - can I kiss him? Then I'm kneeling before him, our foreheads together, our lips together for one slow, lingering contact, and I'm sinking lower, my face grazing his deep, muscular chest, his lean belly. The cock bucks against my chin and then the head is inside my mouth, irresistible. The head is big, yet my mouth moulds around it, relishing its silky smoothness, its yielding hardness. I'm on my hands and knees on the cold tiles before him, the head of his cock hot in my mouth, and there's the delicate salt of his precum washing over my tongue, down my throat. I love this flavour, I love the feel of him inside my mouth. I love that I'm almost choking just on the head when there is inch after inch of the shaft beyond ready to drive into me. But for now, he lets me play on the head, making love to it with my mouth. I am an inspired cocksucker, paying homage with my lips and tongue. I start trying to ease my way along the length, imagining how it could press down into my belly if I could make my throat a straight chute to accommodate it. I realise my eyes are squeezed tight. I open them, drinking in the sight of him towering over me. He is looking down at me, ginning, amused at my efforts to accept his manhood.

- Oh babe, trying so hard!

I guess I have my lips about half way down it. If I can get the shape of my throat right, it might just be able to squeeze in. I push forward, my nose heading for his tight crop of pubic hair over his cock. My eyes water. Suddnely, I'm there. We both let out a surprised moan, mine completely muffled of course; the full length is inside me, my nose pressed into his pubic bone, my chin grazing his ball sack.  My throat embraces his organ, loving the feeling of accommodating him. I'm a sleeve for his cock, an accessory. I imagine him standing up right now and carrying me around on his cock. Of course, I have to let it go so I can breathe, though I hold it as long as I can. When I come loose, I'm panting and coughing, my eyes streaming, but joyfully drunk on the flavour and heat of his cock. I sink back on my haunches before him, and he's still smiling down on me. He takes my chin in one hand and, his lips parting, lets a big gob of spit drop down toward me. I open my mouth to receive it, savouring it on my tongue before swallowing it down.

- Good boy.

His voice is sweet now, almost playful.

- I think it's time for you to get fucked now.

The chill of apprehension returns. My cock is hard, has been the whole time, but my balls churn and pull up tight. I want to protest, want to beg for more time worshipping his cock, playing with his balls, licking his thighs, his chest, even his ass if he'll let me; I could never get enough of him. There's no refusing him, though. There's no refusing the chance to receiving that awesome cock, but I'm really afraid it will just be impossible. I comfort myself with the thought that I would never have believed I could take it all in my mouth like I just did. I feel strangely proud; like I've impresssed him with my dedication to satisfying him. And I hope he will reward me in the way he uses my ass. I remember the battering he gave my ass cheeks and tremble at what he could do to me with his cock.

- Don't be scared. I'm going to take good care of you and your sweet little ass.

He positions me kneeling on the couch, leaning forward onto the back, so that my ass is pushed out towards him. He begins gently stroking my ass, just gently grazing it with the fingertips, so that my skin tingles.

- When I saw this ass...when I saw this sweet little thing wiggling on the dancefloor, I said to myself, that ass needs to have my cock in it. And look, baby; here we are. Aren't you a lucky boy?

- Yes. Very lucky.

_ I want to make this an experience you will never forget.

He's been lubing up his cock as he talks, and I can hear him ripping open a wrapper as he sinks to his knees. Then, his mouth is on my ass again, right on the hole this time, lapping, probing, bathing it with saliva. I sigh with pleasure, and he murmurs in agreement. When he apreads my cheeks with his hands, I realise his cock must be ready to take me. I can just glimpse it swaying between his legs. Too soon, he's on his feet again, and I feel him position the head at the entrance to my ass. It seems almost to lock in there, but the blunt girth of it makes it seem impossible that it will actually enter. He begins stroking my back and ass cheeks while the cockhead presses against my hole. I realise he is slowly, slowly increasing the pressure and that my ass is starting to accept it.

- Come on baby - he starts to murmer - Come on.

And to my surprise, the cock is slowly sliding in, further and further. It's painful, sure, the sensation of it stretching me open, but my ass can't repel this monster. It's pointless for my ass to resist. So it opens up, receiving inch after inch of cock. Thank Christ he's going slowly. And every now and then he slides out a little before starting pressing back in. So when the thrusting starts, it's just an extension of this, and when the intensity increases I realise just how far inside me he is. He's stirring my insides, stroking me, and alongside the sense of outrageous intrusion, the pleasure is intense,. Soon enough I'm riding back and forth, with him, against him, loving the feeling of it sliding out past my stretchd ring, craving the moment it slides back home, sending a wave of pleasure through me. Sometimes he is gripping the base of it with his own big hand. This way, it can't go all the way in, which would still too much for me, but he can lean into me a lttle harder. All this time I'm gripping the back of the sofa, grunting and moaning with every movement, every stroke, gripping helplessly for support, my own hard cock almost forgotten, swinging sround, drooling precum.

He sinks into me, more forcefully than before, my head swims, and somehow he's supporting my weight around my waist and chest as my legs give way He hauls me into the air, catching me behind the knees with one powerful arm, and is sliding me up and down on his cock, our torsos hot with sweat gainst each other, his breath on my ear, nibbling my earlobe, muttering low about how he owns my ass and how good it feels to be using me this way. In this moment, I know I can never get away; that I belong to him completely; I'm his possession, a toy for his cock.

Eventually he swings me around so I am sprawled along the sofa face down, knees under me, ass pushed up in the air, chest against the cushions. He's behind me, one foot on the floor, one knee on the sofa. I can twist and look back over my shoulder, watching his muscles flex and work with each movement. His hands roam over my ass and back, gripping and stroking. I can reach back and feel his legs, his toned belly, the strong buttocks that are the engine of this powerful fucking machine. His breath comes a little heavily, and now and again he's muttering encouragement, telling me how he likes to see me like this, accepting his cock, pushing my ass up to receive it. I love hearing his deep voice coming down from above, his power over me obvious, my submission to him unqustioned. He begins easing me over onto my side, and then onto my back without ever breaking the easy rhythm of his thrusts or fully pulling out. There's an awkward moment when one of my legs gets caught as he's turning me. He chuckles , and I smile, but the smile is wiped from my face as he sinks full length into me, his torso meeting mine between my splayed legs, his mouth seeking my hungry mouth. He pulls away again, withdrawing all but the heavy head. he teases me, keeping it poised there, licking my face, then slowly, slowly driving it back home. The pleasure now is overwhelming, and he returns his mouth to mine, ploughing his tongue into me. We fuck like this, eye to eye, chest to chest, still in quite a slow, deliberate rhythm. I can reach around him, feel his back muscles flex and relax, wordhip his manly body. My dick, almost forgotten in the waves of sensation the fucking is bringing me, is mashing and grinding between our bellies, slick with its own precum. I barely realise my orgasm is approaching, each stroke bringing me minutely closer, even while it seems tantalisingly distant. I want to finish. I don't want this to end. I know my poor ass can't cope with this for ever; in spite of the intense pleasure, the overwhelming sensation of feeling him plunge into me, drive against me again and again, the tender tissues are protesting the continuesd assault. I know he knows what I'm hinking. He's been nibbling my ears, muttering fierce endearments, pulls away to look into my eyes, which are wet with emotion.

- You okay, baby? It's good, isn't it? This is right where you should be - he whispers, his breath hot on my ear.

- This is what you were made for.

One more powerful thrust is enough to send me over the edge. It seems impossible that I will come at first. My traumatised insides, still coping with the presence of the huge intruder, can't seem to respond. My dick is so hard, it feels like it might burst, so sensitive that the skin contact has become excruciating. It bucks and twitches, and finally begins to drool long strands of come, wave after wave pooling on my belly. In the same rhythm, my ass is gripping the cock. But it's gliding out of me now, slowly, so I can for the last time feel the full length of it travelling out of me till the head finally breaks free, leaving my ass to clutch at emptiness. He sits back on his haunches Then, with my broken asshole still spasming violently, he tears off the condom, gripping the base of the cock with both hands, and sends a hot rope of white arcing out over my belly, my chest, as far as my chin. He groans, his face contorted with pleasure, his eyes are locked on mine from above. My tongue is out in an instant, searchine for his cum, my head craning forward toward my chest, but I can't reach it. He keeps working his cock for a while and then takes hold of the back of my neck with one hand, gently, firmly. With the other he scoops up gob after gob of our mingled semen, feeding it to me tenderly, holding my gaze as I suckle on his fingertips. Too soon, it's all gone but I savour the traces on my tongue.




The Best Man



- Thank you.

My voice sounds faint and weak. He sinks back down and lies against me till our breathing calms, and I savour his heavy presence, steadying me as I come back dow to earth. Eventually he helps me to my feet and holds me tightly as my legs threaten to give way. He smells better than ever and I nuzzle into his neck, conscious once more of his superior size.

- You did so well, baby. You took it all.

I feel ridiculously proud. We stand holding each other for what seems like a long time.

- It's late. I guess I should go.

- No. You should stay.

He kisses me long and deeply and my head swims again. I feel his cock hardening against me once more. When I open my eyes he is gazing down at me.

- You've had a big night. The least I can do is give you a big breakfast.



The Best Man and The Bride



"It was your job to get him here on time. You do know, I hope, that the Best Man tradition started as being the bride's Best Man because he got the groom to the altar. You should never have taken him drinking after the rehearsal dinner last night." 

"I never expected to get so drunk that I'd lose him."

"Pathetic..." the last comment came from the corner of the tiny bridal waiting room at the old church. Kristy, Carol's maid of honour, "I bet you aren't even hung over because you're still drunk."

"Got a lil buzz going, yup," Jerry grinned, swaying slightly. Jerry always assumed that everybody loved Jerry, and mostly he was right.

Jerry was the sort of hearty good old boy that at 25 years old, he had already made millions in sales. When people asked what he did he simply said "I'm a salesman." When asked what he sold, he answered "a bit of this, a little of that." Jerry had no deep knowledge of anything except math and people. Marry those traits to undying self-confidence and Jerry was a winner, but the sort who still snuck up on a lot of people. 

"I better go tell the minister things are delayed," Kristy huffed and swept out of the room. Three silent bridesmaids followed her lead, as they usually did. 

Kristy was the alpha bitch in this pack. Carol was more the sort of ex-cheerleader who allowed others to be moons to her sun without any particular effort or self-awareness. Both young women were still stunning beauties in their mid twenties, but where Kristy was lean and taut, even her long dirty blond hair contributing verticality, Carol was curvy and trending toward voluptuousness, her strawberry blond coif falling gently just to her shoulders. The sleeveless wedding gown had a built in underwire system that pushed her pillowy tits upwards. Unlike Kristy, Carol had avoided tanning before the wedding, so the well displayed upper slopes of her breasts were their natural almost translucent porcelain while, with just a scattering of freckles scattered across the flesh, were like fairy dust. 

Jerry might not have been the first man that day to be unable to resist staring at the sight of those perfect mounds - who knows, maybe Carol's Dad or the minister had already been unable to resist - but he was certain not to be the last. It was also probably inevitable when Jerry stared an extra second watching Carol breathe, trying to guess whether or not a nipple was about to pop free from the fabric, and if so, would it be the perfect bubble gum pink with a puffy aureola that Jerry imagined when he jerked off at night picturing his old friend's fiancee stripped naked. Three years of wheeling and dealing had trained Jerry well not to blush, but in spite of that, he felt warmth in his cheeks when Carol's bold eyes knowingly met his. Her grin accompanied the spreading of that warmth down his throat, through his chest, filling his belly, and finally, surging into his aching groin.

"I saw you watching Kristy's ass as she walked out," Carol teased. "You must really have liked it."

Her eyes were focused on the undeniable bulge in Jerry's tuxedo pants. She thought about joking how if the groom didn't appear, tradition also required the best man to marry the bride, but then she realized that her excitement and aggravation had stimulated her bladder. She shifted uncomfortably, wondering where Kristy was. The waiting room was equipped with a closet sized powder room, but her wedding dress was impossible for her to lift up by herself to pee. She would need help. Kristy had made a bit of a scene when they had realized that at the dress shop, but had eventually accepted that as part of her maid of honour duties. Now when Carol needed her, Kristy was nowhere to be found. 

"Uh. Jerry..." Carol started hesitantly.

His big puppy dog grin encouraged her.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"I need you to prove that you really are my best man."

"After losing your groom, I'm not sure I qualify, but anything I can do to make up for it, I'll try." 

Carol quickly explained her dilemma. Jerry only half listened, his cock stiffening fully in his pants as he imagined how sweet Carol's pussy must be. She was too busy blushing and avoiding eye contact to notice. 

"... so once it is up around my waist, I should be able to hold it so you can step back out here and let me tinkle."

Carol giggled girlishly at her infantile choice of words. Normally, she was very mature, but something about the absurdity made her feel young, free, maybe even a bit wild. Her eyes landed on the tray of champagne the caterer had supplied for a quick toast after the ceremony or, as the butch woman had joked, "a touch of courage to go through with the deed."

Carol grabbed a flute, but as she lifted it to her lips she paused.

"My best man shouldn't let me drink alone." 

Jerry helped himself. They clinked the rims and both chugged back the entire portion rather than daintily sipping. 

"Well, now I REALLY need to pee," Carol laughed, from her belly this time. "I definitely can't wait for Kristy. If you won't help me I guess I wet my wedding dress."

Jerry was lost in the moment watching how Carol's cleavage had reddened from the booze, how her tits strained the satin bodice, how he imagined seeing her nipples hardening underneath. That last bit, he concluded was likely his imagination. His already swollen cock was stiffer than it had ever been. Carol saying his name jolted him back into reality. 

"You going to help me, or explain the puddle on the floor?" 

Carol laughed. Jerry was amazed and impressed that she was maintaining her sense of humour when her wedding day was so screwed up. With a shrug he stepped toward his old buddy's bride to be, silently volunteering for a task above and beyond the call of duty. He watched as Carol turned, her hips perfectly filling the custom tailored dress. His manhood throbbed as they walked quietly to the toilet. He hoped Carol was too focussed on her own needs to notice. 

Jerry stood back, admiring how her ample ass flexed under her dress, firm for all of its size. When Carol reached the commode, she turned, seeing Jerry standing a few feet away, his jaw hanging slack. She assumed he was just hungover and embarrassed. Never for an instant did Carol imagine that the best man was turned on by the bride. If she had glanced at his crotch she would have seen that even in the baggy draped tuxedo trousers, Jerry was fully engorged, but her gaze remained up at his face. 

"If you bend down, you should have no trouble finding two silk loops just under the hem," Carol explained. "Tug them up, the bottom of the dress should follow. Once the handles are at my hips, I should be able to manage."

Jerry snapped back to reality and crouched down. His hands fumbled with the floor brushing hem of the dress long enough that both he and Carol seemed to first hold their breath and then start panting just slightly. Finally, his fingers clumsily grasped the loops and he tugged. 

"Oops." Jerry gasped, as he rose from his crouch, having not stopped when the hem reached Carol's knees. His fingers brushed past the velvet garter, rising up at least another six inches past the bride's plump outer thighs as fabric bunched around her waist. Jerry realized he was feeling bare flesh and could not resist looking down, confirming that his buddy's fiancee had shown up to be married wearing the briefest thong imaginable, barely a triangle of silk covering a closely shaved mound. "Covering" or "mound" might be an exaggeration. The fabric actually barely hid Carol's puffy labia. 

The small room seemed to shrink around the pair as they stood, crowded closely together Carol breathing more heavily, her heaving bosom just inches from Jerry's excited gaze, his hands resting on her hips.

"I really do need to pee," Carol reminded him. 

"You'll need to shuffle about six inches straight back and squat," Jerry analyzed. "Can you pull the quim cover aside yourself?" 

Carol swung her arm awkwardly across over Jerry's. Her fingers grasped the scrap of wet silk covering her labia. She paused, wondering why it was wet. She had not been aware of any bladder leakage yet. Was it possible that she was sexually excited in this silly situation? Her fingers released their grip, but she stopped herself short of raising her hand to her mouth for a taste. 

Carol did love her own taste, whether urine or come. That secret was one she had not even shared with her fiance, so she was instantly gratified she stopped short of exhibiting the kink to Jerry, who was an almost total stranger. That thought, however, led to an even kinkier idea - who better to display one's funkiest dirtiest secrets to but a stranger who lived thousands of miles across the country? Besides, Carol realized if she could barely reach the thong, she would never be able to properly wipe her gash. Jerry would need to help there. 

"To hell with it," Carol sighed, lifting her fingers to her lips. The flavour she realized was not piss or come, but mixed, a salty tang of each. 

"What the f..." Jerry breathed, his lips inches away from her.

On impulse, Carol offered her fingers to Jerry, not saying anything, just rotating her thin wrist so her finger slid along his lips. He instinctively opened his mouth slightly, tongue flicking past his teeth to sample the taste. 

"You've heard of the scent of a woman, well, this is the taste." Carol laughed from her belly.

"Your husband will be a lucky man - if he ever turns up," Jerry replied. 

"If I didn't know better, I'd be starting to think that you lost him on purpose."

"Yeah, so I can help you pee."

"I can't hold the panties," Carol admitted.

Jerry moved decisively, his hand moving quickly, never dropping the hem of the dress. Two beefy fingers grasped the side string of the thong. With a tug, the underwear was torn loose.

"You don't need those panties under this dress anyway." 

"I guess you're right, not like they covered much," Carol giggled. This made her tits jiggle, so that the upper edge of the aureole shifted into view as she settled toward the toilet, her chest settling below Jerry's gaze. 

Jerry squatted as Carol sank, so he could keep his grasp on the hem, holding it around her waist. As he shuffled his feet back, his groin was hidden, but not before Carol noticed that he had a very impressive bulge in his trousers. The loose fabric did not disguise the fact that the best man was also better than the groom when it came to the size of his equipment. She was shocked to find herself checking out the best man's manhood. Still, she rationalized, this was definitely one fucked up wedding. 

The new position lowered Jerry's face to within an inch of Carol's bosom. She could feel his breath warming those blushing surfaces. 

Carol relaxed the muscles that had tensed to hold her bladder. She felt the warmth of the urine flow through her before it splashed into the toilet. She had held it so long that there was no trickle, no stream, just a rush. After all the build up, Carol was done almost as soon as she started.

"Um...you'll have to wipe me," she shyly whispered. 

Jerry chuckled, his chin hair almost tickling Carol's chest. "Nothing to be shy about, my dear, I am after all your humble servant, your best man."

Carol rose a couple of inches. Her left hand grasped the side of her wedding gown, allowing Jerry's right hand freedom to move. Without glancing away from Carol's chest, Jerry found the toilet paper and grabbed off a handful. He pressed the ragged mess against Carol's labia.

"No, Jerry, you need to rub." 

'But not like you rub your cock,' Carol wanted to add, but she still had boundaries.

Jerry wiped vigorously, not stopping when the residual drops of urine gave way to a fresh creamy gush of a different sort of fluid. He did not stop even when the paper disintegrated into a ball of scraps that he dropped into the bowl. His fingers traveled up and down the bride-to-be's labia, massaging the swollen flesh. 

"Oh my god, please, please, stop," Carol groaned, wanting to push his hand away but instead she pulled herself closer. Sliding her hips forward toward him as much as she could without falling off of the seat. 

Carol gasped as one fat finger entered her while simultaneously, a thumb flicked her clit. She dimly registered that the best man's fingers were working her wet cunt, roughly exploring the sensitive flesh of her soaked slit, bobbling her clit in a figure eight pattern. Her brain was drunk on hormones, numb to reason. Her body was alive with desire. She knew she should resist, protest, stop him. Instead, she felt herself lean back, her head smacking the drywall behind her, her eyes rolling back, dreaming of him finding the nerve to finally kiss her, imagining how his lips would feel on hers, his tongue thrusting into her mouth. Her heart tried to jump out of her chest, the blood in her veins felt like fire. Everything was perfect, even if the groom had gone missing.

Jerry's left hand released her gown, moving to pop her right tit free from the constraint of her bodice. Carol sighed at the free feeling of air traveling over that sweaty flesh. Fat fingers pinched her nipple while he sucked her left nipple into his mouth. She had not even been aware of his finger deftly pushing that side of her gown down. The swirl of his tongue around that sensitive flesh made her hips jerk as Carol panted for air. Carol shivered in ecstasy, arching up toward Jerry, forcing his hand deeper into her cunt, until he was almost fisting her, that thumb still twisting her pearl, provoking a climax to course through her body, the ceiling fading out of focus. 

Carol was practically laying across the toilet seat, her wedding dress bunched around her waist but she was long past caring. All she was aware of was the heat of Jerry's beefy body so close to her in the tiny powder room. His fingers did not stop stroking her cunt, his mouth kept exploring her cleavage, moving from one nipple over to the other, licking the dew from the valley in between. 

He looked so good standing there, staring hungrily down at her. She wanted to reach up and take his hard cock in her hand. She wanted to lick him all over and fuck him all at the same time. There was something infinitely better about the idea of doing it with the best man rather than her plain vanilla husband to be. Jerry had touched her pee stained hole, something her conservative fiance would never have considered. She and Jerry now shared this deep, dark secret. 

She decided then that she was past the point of no return, put all thoughts of her fiance, of the wedding that they were waiting for, out of her mind.

Carol did not even think about what she was doing as her hand seemed to travel of its own will to unzip his pants, but once her fingers drew his stiff organ out into the air, she allowed herself to think that she could not even remember ever having wanted something so much as she wanted to feel the best man's cock fill her sloppy wet cunt. She knew she had never been as full as that cock would make her feel, and if the wedding ever finally went forward, she might never have the chance again. 

She sat up a bit and also dragged Jerry's groin closer, hungrily licking his erect cock while he swiftly managed to push his pants and underwear down, to free his cock, though that meant she had to let go. They locked eyes, but only for a moment, before he returned his gaze to her tits and she locked onto his cock. 

His analytical mind quickly calculated that the sloped ceiling in the powder room would make fucking uncomfortable, if not impossible, so he cupped his palms under Carol's armpits and lifted her off the toilet. His cock popped loudly out of her mouth, provoking a fresh burst of laughter. Neither of them considered the mess being made of her wedding gown as they staggered toward the 'fainting couch' thoughtfully tucked under a window. Carol sprawled back against the one arm of the antique, her arms akimbo, one foot still on the floor, the other stretched out on the cushion. Jerry approached, his one eyed monster pointing straight out under his bulging belly.

Carol leaned forward, dropped her jaw and swallowed him whole, her tongue wrapping around his shaft, until it gripped his root like a python capturing its prey. Her fingers kneaded his dangling balls in their sack. Her fiance had balls the size of walnuts. Jerry had ripe plums. With each motion of her fingers, his shaft seemed to swell more inside her mouth, though she wondered how that could be possible. In addition to her fiance, Carol had several prior lovers. Jerry already dwarfed their girth. If his cock got any fatter, she feared that it would more than fill her cunt, it would be too fat. She decided that it was too late to worry about that, bobbing up and down a dozen times until she felt a spurt of precum on her tongue. 

Jerry toyed with Carol's tits, cupping them, lifting them like trying to select the ripest melon, then dropping them only to caress both nipples at once, thumbs flicking nubs in stereo, then grasping, tugging. She wanted to scream in pain, but with her mouth full, there was no sound, just a surge of electricity from her nipples to her clit. 

Carol collapsed back against the couch as another series of orgasmic waves wracked her flesh. She felt badly about letting Jerry's fat cock plop out of her mouth. Her hubby to be was not half the lover that their best man was. A feeling of guilt at this realization was swallowed whole by the back arching spasms flooding her body. 

She looked up at the fat prick dangling just in front of her face, the head a violent purple shade, looking as big as a baby's fist, leaking a drop of fluid off the tip, the shaft almost too fat around to fit in her fist, as rigid as an iron bar.

As the orgasm ebbed, Carol licked the droplet of precum off Jerry's tip, gently sliding her hand along his length. She was tempted to keep going, to lavish his flesh with kisses, to lick all around that silky outer layer of skin that remained soft even when a cock got totally engorged, to feel Jerry's great gobs of goo smack against the roof of her mouth and flood her throat, but she knew they had limited time, and knew also that she needed him to fill her, not just with his flesh, but with his seed. If she swallowed a load, he might not be up to the more essential task.

"I need you to fuck me. We don't have time for a blow job first. Kristy might come back any time,"

"Fuck, yeah" was Jerry's answer, though a little voice in the back of his brain, or maybe little devil on his shoulder, was already wondering if she might be convinced to blow him at the reception. He touched her shoulder, shifting her back, sliding sideways to climb on top of her. 

"No," Carol realized," you're too fat for missionary. I want all your cock filling me." 

"Doggy style?" Jerry proposed.nq

"Not in this dress."

Carol rose, took Jerry by the obvious handle. She pressed herself against a wall, dragging him forward.

"Lift the dress again," she ordered.

This time, Jerry did not hesitate, or bother with silk handle, roughly gathering fabric and pulling it to Carol's waist. Once that was done, he took two handfuls of her ample yet shapely ass and lifted her to the perfect height for standup fucking. Without even pausing, he pushed forward, squishing her against the wall, his cock piercing her folds effortlessly, sliding up into her. 

Carol's shoulders provided excellent leverage against the wall, so she thrust her hips out, and down, grinding herself against his groin, feeling his cock pulsating within her walls. She reached between their bodies and found her clit, thumping it as his fingers pulled her buttocks apart, shifting with each thrust, until a finger tip eased into the valley of her asshole. She gasped when he violated her anus, pushing past the sphincter forcefully, not teasing or easing his way. When she thumped back against the wall, his digit slid fully inside her back entrance. Carol was no anal virgin, but she usually needed lube and a lot of coaxing. This time, she found herself wishing that it was a cock up her ass while the best man filled her cunt fuller than any man ever had, or likely would again. 




The Best Man and The Bride



The extra lift positioned Carol's tits just below the level of Jerry's chin, so he bent forward, awkwardly at first, but quickly adjusting to a comfortable angle to stimulate that expanse of flesh. He began simply by licking as much of the skin as his tongue could reach, circling around each nipple to tease it, but never quite even flicking it with the tip of his tongue. He then buried his stubbled cheeks right into the valley, blowing a loud raspberry on Carol's breastbone, making them both laugh, ignoring the risk of discovery, beginning another climax for Carol. 

Carol's orgasm exploded up her spine into her brain when Jerry clamped his teeth roughly around one nipple, only to immediately release it and ravage the other. He was thrusting his hips harder now, slamming her against the wall. She thought she smelled plaster dust shaking loose. Jerry was also lifting Carol's body, his strength impressive given her size. He was dropping her loins onto his rigid pole, burying his sword to the hilt in her glove with each repetition. Her cunt hungrily was trying to enclose his cock, wanting to milk it.

"I need you to come in me," she begged. 

"But, what about your husband?"

"Fuck him," Carol laughed, blowing her breath into Jerry's ear.

"He doesn't fuck me half as well as you do. I bet your seed is ten times as potent as his. If he ever shows up in time to go ahead with the wedding, I'll just make sure that I fuck him tonight so that if you knocked me up, he'll think it is his. If you do get me pregnant, I hope I have a boy who will grow into a virile man like the bull I am fucking right now."

Carol growled then and bit Jerry's earlobe. Her arm slid down Jerry's back, lifting the tail of the morning coat he had never removed, snaking into the best man's ass. Carol provoked Jerry's prostate. That was all that it took to trigger the explosion of semen up from those gargantuan balls, out the rigid throbbing shaft, through the angry head and out the bulging slit into Carol's womb. Her back arched upward, making him stagger slightly, still holding her safe as she climaxed yet again, her belly tightening, her thighs clenching around him. Once he recovered their balance, Jerry stood frozen as his bag pumped itself dry, ever muscle tensed, cock motionless inside Carol's walls, where her muscles got busy greedily trying to milk every single seed from his body.

At that precise moment, the door to the waiting room creaked open. Kristy stepped into the room, the other bridesmaids still behind her.

"Carol, we found him, he's ready as soon as you..." Kristy managed to say before gasping in shock at the sight before her. 

Just before she fainted, Kristy heard Carol howl, "Jerry, you really ARE the BEST man!"