7 comments/ 129314 views/ 26 favorites The Wedding Day By: tayla7 On this special day, a bride and her mother each indulge in a little lesbian sex to make it even more memorable. The Mom My only daughter was getting married in just three hours. My husband and I are delighted that she chose to marry at home, on our large country estate, in a rather large but dignified ceremony. My bath behind me, my husband and daughter sneaking naps, I came downstairs in only a dressing gown to survey the completed preparations. Maids were flitting about making sure the house itself was in perfect order. Everything looked beautiful. I thought I heard a sound in our walk-in pantry just off the kitchen and went to investigate. The young caterer that we hired was putting away a few of the supplies she and her crew would need later when serving. When I say young, I mean 27 years old and running her own business. I'm a firm believer of supporting small businesses operated by women. I, myself, was one of them. This young woman, on top of being well-spoken of by clients, was stunningly beautiful. She had dark green eyes, milk white skin, thick, curly red hair to her shoulders, and naturally full, red lips. She was wearing the uniform of her staff--black tuxedo pants with a matching fitted vest and a snow white long-sleeved shirt with a red necktie. In that man's attire, it was still easy to make out her womanly curves. "I heard a noise. Did something fall? " I said as I approached her. "I'm sorry, Mrs. St. John. I thought you went upstairs." She smiled. "I'm just down for a last look around before I start dressing. I just want everything to be perfect for my baby." "It will be. I'm certain of it. I'm all done for the moment, ma'am. Are you okay?" She got a sudden tense look on her face. "Come on, I've got the solution for that. Sit down here," she said pulling out a chair. "Well...I don't know..." "It's okay, Mrs. St. John. I'm very good at this. I'll have you purring in no time," she said easing me down. She stood behind rubbing the tension from my shoulders and neck. It felt wonderful. My head dropped back touching her waist. She kept rubbing until I realized her hands had slipped into my robe and were messaging my breasts. "Shhh," I said quietly as she started to protest. I have had the hots for this lady from day one. "I'm very good at this, too. By the way, I saw your daughter this morning. She is gorgeous. She is so much like you, the two of you could be sisters," she crooned as she rubbed my globes and squeezed my nipples. "Your breasts are magnificent." "Thank you, Laurel. Many people have told me that." My pussy was beginning to moisten as I realized what else this could lead to. I went to a women's college. I heard what they did with each other in the night. Did I really want Laurel to fuck me here in my own pantry? I've always preferred older, cultured, beautiful women. This lady fit the bill. Even though she must be in her forties, she is totally hot. I lost my virginity to the older woman for whom I worked when I was nineteen. I knew then that I would never want a man. When she and her husband moved to Europe three years ago, she gave me her business. She told him that I was the daughter she never had. "How are you feeling, Mrs. St. John? Better? How would you like me to eat your pussy? It'll relax you even more if you cum." "Well, Laurel, I am a little turned on, but I've never...you know. And my family is upstairs. Other people are moving about the house. The wedding planner will...you'll have to be good and quick." She walked from the back of my chair, locked the pantry door and got down on her knees before me. Taking my head and pulling it forward to her, she kissed me like I had never been kissed in my entire life. There was erect tongue everywhere, filling my mouth, pushing for more space, lips pulling and releasing lips, teeth bumping, saliva dripping. She pulled the sash and parted my gown. She sucked each of my breasts as she urged me forward and spread my legs. I was wet, hot and ready when her lips found me. Laurel sucked on my swollen clit until I released. She was definitely good at this. She then expertly fucked my pussy with her tongue. I muffled a scream with one fist while holding her hair with the other. My tension was further relieved with the two orgasms on the mouth of this beautiful woman. "You have the sweetest pussy, Mrs. St. John. Your silky hairs smell like Ralph Lauren." I love to watch them surrender their sophistication to need when they are licked or screwed by me. The wedding ceremony went off beautifully. My pussy tingled as I watched Laurel as she served and I mingled among my guests. I was chatting with my brother and his wife when she came up behind me and whispered in my ear. "I need you in the pantry ma'am. Now, please." I excused my self and followed her to see what the problem was. She eased the door shut, put her hand under my dress, inside my pantyhose and cupped my pussy. I was immediately on fire with her touch. "You are so beautiful out there. I'm so hungry for you again, Mrs. St. John," she said directly into my eyes. "I need your pussy in my mouth right now." I wanted it as much as she did. I held my dress up as she lowered my pantyhose. The doorknob pressed in my back as Laurel took my pussy again. I simply loved the sight of that red hair between my legs. Cumming again was very easy and very exquisite. Laurel sucked her fill of me and drank my juices. She eased my hose back up, kissing my body on the journey. I straightened my dress as I watched her shake out her curls and lick her lips. Not wanting to disturb the lipstick of the mother of the bride, Laurel pulled the top of my dress to one side, took a breast from by push-up bra and feasted on it. I went back to our guests with a well-eaten pussy, a throbbing breast and a great big smile. Perhaps I can get another one of her fantastic kisses when she picks up her check tomorrow. The Daughter I attended a wedding reception with my boyfriend who was a fraternity brother of the groom. The event was at the country home of the bride's parents in upstate New York. It was fascinating to move among all these polite and well-dressed people. We slowly walked down the receiving line as introductions were made and hands were shaken. I'd never remember all those names and faces. I remarked to myself how beautiful the bride was--all blonde in satin and lace. When we were introduced and shook hands, 'electricity' sparked. She and I were both a little shaken by the experience. If the tremor that went through my pussy was the same for her, I knew we had to act on it. Looking her directly in the eyes, I thanked her for being invited. She said she hoped to talk to me later during the reception. Sure enough about thirty minutes later as I was stepping away from the champagne fountain, she approached me. "Your parents' home is beautiful," I offered. "Would you like to see the upstairs, Lisa? I'm just going to freshen up a bit." She was gorgeous with big hazel eyes. Her long auburn hair cascaded down her back, almost touching her butt. Her legs were to die for. A guy would call her a walking wet dream. I remembered my first time with a girl. Sarah seduced me as I comforted her over the loss of her graduated girlfriend. She missed her Bethel so much. It felt wonderful being naked with her, touching her, feeling her body sliding over mine, making me cum. I willingly let her satisfy her needs on top of me for the four months until I graduated. I didn't even object if she sometimes called me Bethel as she fucked me. I thought I'd put those secret days behind me. "That would be great," I told her. Oh, man. I was about to get my hands on the bride. I walked up the stairs with her making small talk as my pussy throbbed. I love my boyfriend, but he has no idea that I am a connoisseur of pussy and was now in pursuit of some. She led me into her bedroom and locked the door behind us. I was all over her in a flash. "Hi, baby," I said before I took that pretty blonde head between my hands and pushed my tongue down her throat. She moaned in ecstasy. "I have a nice present for you on your wedding day." "Give it to me right now, Lisa." As she spread her legs, I found her pussy under all of that wedding dress. I put my hand inside her little lace panties and made contact with her hot, wet flesh. I rubbed her hard as she screwed her pretty ass against the door. The panties served to hold my hand in place as I finger-fucked her to orgasm. My tongue was still ravishing her mouth as she came. I eased my fingers from her pussy and licked them clean as she watched whimpering and breathing hard. "You taste good. Someone as beautiful as you has to." My heart was racing as I watched her lick me from her fingers. She reached for me and rammed her tongue into her mouth as I squeezed her braless breasts. "Let me see them Lisa," she whispered. I lowered the top of my dress and watched her caress me. I fed a breast into the bride's hungry mouth. The pressure from her sucking, biting and pulling on my nipple rings made me cum. The bride seemed to want more fucking, so I happily obliged her. Leading her to a chaise lounge, I pulled up the back of her wedding dress and draped it across the back of the lounge and eased her down and back. I had her raise and hold the front of the dress up as I found her lace-clad pussy with my tongue. I sucked her pussy lips through the lace as she screwed against my mouth. She came again in record time. In the throes of glorious orgasms, she let the dress fall from her hands over my head. Not to worry. I was sucking her pussy and that's all that mattered. I could feast in the dark as well as the light. I pulled the little white lace panties to one side and sucked on her large clit. She bucked and thrashed and came yet again in very little time. This sweet bride was hot and I was not yet done with her. Boldly, I tore the little lace panties at her slit, stuck my tongue through the hole into her pussy and gently licked her insides. She screwed my long tongue as she moaned. Her pussy was so hot and tasted and felt so good. I grabbed her ass and plunged my erect tongue deeper into her, fucking her. She clasped my tongue inside her as she came. When she released me, I tore the wet, lace panties from her body. I heard her muffled pleas for more. She was lost from sight under my dress. It was so erotic to look down and watch my dress move as I felt her lick and fuck my pussy. When I felt her rip my panties off, I begged for more. She pumped her tongue inside me again and I experienced a very long, final cum. No man was ever so good between my legs. I had a great time under her dress, but forced myself from between her legs. I stood and looked down at the lovely bride that I had fucked on her wedding day even before her husband got the chance. She was rosy and glowing and looked very satisfied. "You are a beautiful bride, sweetheart. I've enjoyed fucking you on your very special day." She watched and whimpered as I stuffed her torn panties into my small bag. This was the best souvenir I could have of this day. Leaving her to freshen up, I reapplied my lipstick and slipped through the bedroom door back to my date. I left my card on the vanity next to her hairbrush. Her mother, who looked remarkably like her, stopped me at the bottom of the stairs to ask me if she was all right. She had seen us going upstairs on her way to the kitchen with the caterer. My pussy tingled as I licked my lips lightly and said she was great. Our eyes met and held several times during the rest of the reception. The glow that I had put on her face was still there as she moved among her guests. When sets up her household after the honeymoon, I hope she invites me over for "tea." There are all kinds of wonderful things I can do with her minus all the lace and satin. I would love to climb on top of her naked body and lose myself. I watched Lisa laughing and talking with her boyfriend and my husband. They would never know that his girl had recently put her tongue deep into my pussy and given me the exquisite pleasure that only a woman can. She gave me the best present of the day. She gave me what I had been missing. The Wedding Day You stare out the window at the rain and wonder if it is fate. One year ago today you were wearing your wedding dress, thrilled and terrified to be marrying Terry. It was raining that day but you hadn't noticed until the phone call came and your mother collapsed. Moments after that are still broken and blurred to you. Being rushed into your honeymoon limo with your bridesmaids to go to the hospital... Sitting in your full gown in the hospital waiting room staring at a cup of cold coffee... the doctor walking toward you with a look of defeat. You knew he was dead. It had been a hard year. After the shock and the weeping there had been the funeral. You remember how Terry's family sort of drifted away as the months passed. You didn't go out and were terrified of driving. Luckily your work let you stay at home most of the time. When you absolutely had to be driven somewhere, a girlfriend would drive you. Once when everyone was too busy and you had to get to Cardiff you called Tristam, Terry's brother. You hadn't talked in awhile, but he stepped into the breach and spent the day driving you, waiting for you and driving you home. The dinner you treated him too seemed like pale reward for such gallant behavior. You hadn't meant to do it again, but then he called you just when you needed another lift. Never did find out why he called but you found yourself looking forward to him pulling up in his Land Rover. A month of rides and dinners passed when you got to know him better. He'd always been scarce when you were dating Terry but had moved back home. A month of rides before he kissed you. You wanted him but you also knew it wasn't time. Your heart wasn't ready to open again. He said he understood. After another week of rides you started to believe him. Your favorite author would call it a slow burn romance, the kind kindled in friendship and a sexual longing marinated in chaste kisses and brief hugs. As summer came and passed, you realized you were in love with him. Slowly that became okay in your head as well as your heart. A fortnight ago, you kissed him. Your romance flared up bright and hot. Your thoughts were consumed with him and you brought him to your bed with great anticipation. He did not disappoint. Tristam was a passionate and patient lover, eager to please you first before taking you as his own. His body was beautiful due more to genetics than the three kilometer runs he would take. He made you feel loved, desired, cherished, and consumed all at once. You'd never felt it before. Turning from the window, you hear him come into the house with the key you'd given him. He walks up the stairs to your bedroom and steps in holding a single rose. His face is serious as he walks up and kisses you. He knows the date as well as you. You slide into his arms and bury your face in his chest. You flow with tears, cradling a sadness in your heart which while undiminished, seemed dulled by time. You lose track of time as he holds you and strokes your hair. When you finally draw back, the room seems dim. The sun is setting leaving you in twilight. Your emotions are jumbled, echoes of grief wrestling with an intense desire to feel alive, to feel anything good. You kiss Tristam again, this time with passion. You need him. You need him to take you, to carry you away into the oblivion of selfless pleasures. You cradle his cock in his jeans and your need is made plain. Leaving the room in only the watery twilight, you both get undressed. Clothes are laid neatly over the backs of chairs. You pull back the covers together and lay on the bed facing each other. The shadows play tricks on your bodies but your hand knows the way to his cock. It is hot and hard, the power of his desire for you. You move the soft skin toward the tip and then toward the base slowly. His hand slides over your hip to cradle your lower back as he moves close. His lips find yours and you share moisture and soft breath. You feel the hairs of his chest tickling your breasts until he moves a little closer, pressing against you. For a time, all there is are his kisses, your hands just holding him. But soon your fires are built up and you want him too much to wait. "I want you..." you whisper. A simple phrase but so powerful. It says that he is your everything, your world at the moment, and there is nothing you could imagine wanting more than him. In an unusual move, he shifts himself on top of you, pushing your legs apart with the movement of his thighs. You feel his cock gently stroking your full, wet labia as his mouth moves to suckle your nipples. A low moan of pleasure vibrates up from your core and you hold your breasts to his mouth, eager for your sensitive nipples to be licked and pulled between his lips. He teases you at length, getting you wetter and more desperate for completion. The head and shaft of his cock becomes fully lubricated by the flowing desire between your legs. "please..." you beg. Shifting himself down the bed a little he moves his hands under your knees. In a single movement he lifts your legs up and raises your pelvis. You gasp, anticipating his cock, but then feel it dancing against your arse. He looks at you, not saying a word, searching your twilight face for a sign. You bite your lip and nod. Suddenly such taboo penetration is just what you desire. Your legs hook on his shoulders and you feel his hands grip your arse, groping you in his rampant desire. His fingers find your pussy and stroke you, covering each finger in your juices. Then they travel down between your cheeks and begin to massage your hole. Apprehensions battle base desires you only let loose in your latest night fantasies. You will yourself to relax and then gasp as his first finger slithers into your bottom. The barrier breached, you soon felt two and then three pushing inside you. It wasn't enough. "Fuck me!" you blurt, your hands gripping the bed sheets. His fingers slip out and you feel the head of his cock press against your bottom. It takes over a minute, but finally you feel your arse relax and the head of his cock pop inside you. Once the head is in, his shaft slides in quite easily. You're breathing fast and flush. The sensation of his cock in your arse is strange and wonderful, new and far more exciting than you could imagine. You love feeling him fill you up and want him deep inside you. He begins to work his cock out and then back in. Everything is slow and he keeps stroking juices from your pussy to lubricate the penetration. Moments turn to minutes and gentle pushing escalate to thrusts. When your bodies start slapping as he fucks your tight arse, you feel your body responding with a buzz of pleasure. It races from your toes to your ears with sharp twinges in your nipples and clit. You're feeling violated and all you can think of is more. "I'm going to fill you with my cum," he moans and his thrusts become faster, harder, and deeper. You're riding high and close to the edge of your own orgasm. When his fingers find your clit, it only takes a dozen strokes to set off an immense wave of pleasure. Your body grows tighter and then the spasms of intense pleasure begin, thundering in your pussy and ass and slamming out across your body to throw you in wild abandon. Your yelling something but you can't think enough to know what. All you know is that you're cumming harder than ever and your lover's cock is deep inside you. Your orgasm grips his cock tight and sends him over the edge. He pushed in one last time, his waist pressed hard against your bottom as his cock throbs and then spurts his eruption deep inside your bottom. Slowly your bodies relax away from your orgasms, rigid postures of erotic tension ease into softer caresses. He slips out of you and moves to lay beside you. His body is hot against your back, his half-hard cock nestled lengthwise between your cheeks. His hands move to hold you, fingers resting on your breasts. You whisper your love for each other and then notice that the sun has broken through to reveal a glorious sunset outside your window. The Wedding Day Kang-Lee woke up and stretched her arms. She smiled to herself. This was the day. Her Wedding Day. She had waited for this moment for years and now it was about to be fulfilled. She was marrying James her fiancée of a couple of years. Kang-lee was of Chinese origin but had come to Britain to study Economics five years earlier. It was on this course that she met James. When she met him she was immediately taken. James was about 5ft 11 in tall. He was quite thin looking and a bit geeky but he was highly intelligent and witty and funny and could at least hold a conversation. Kang-Lee on the other side was 5ft 3in tall. She was a thin waif of a thing. She had small breasts and a cinched waist. She was also a bit of a geek but she liked to giggle and was relaxed all the time. James and Kang-Lee had been put together on an Economics project. It had been quite uncomfortable at first as they did not know each other and they had to work together. They forced themselves to talk to one another and worked out a plan. They would study one night a week together at each other's flat and would make tea for one another to help the evening along. The project was to last a term and at first it seemed to really drag but gradually they began to relax in one another's company. James had not had many girlfriends in his teenaged life and now as an adult he was still struggling to find success. Kang- Lee having only been in the country a few years had been more interested in her studies so had not really looked for a boyfriend. It was about six weeks into the project that James realised that he had begun to look forward to these nights with Kang-Lee. He found that he had become more relaxed. He would whistle to himself as he prepared the meal and then he would present it with a flourish even if it was only something like macaroni cheese. What he did not know was that Kang-Lee was also looking forward to these night together. Once they had eaten they would get down to work and concentrate for a couple of hours. At first they would just get up and leave and meet again the following week. Now they began to stay longer and longer with each other and chat and find out things about each other and laugh and chat together. They would pop open a bottle of wine and sit and chat and listen to music and just wile away the night and then they would leave each other's flat in the early hours of the morning. Eventually the project came to an end. They handed it in and anxiously awaited the results. In the meantime it seemed as if a switch had been turned off. The long nights together stopped and they went back to their individual lives. James was sat at home one night on his own when he suddenly thought. "There is something missing from my life." He sat there and contemplated on what it might be. Several bottles of beer later and listening to some familiar music he realised what it was. It was Kang-Lee. Over 12 weeks she had become a big part of his life and he missed her he pondered what to do and then it came to him. He picked up his mobile phone and dialled a number he had not dialled for several weeks. "Hi Kang-Lee it is James here was just wondering what you were up to?" "Not a lot." She said. "Would you like to come over for a glass of wine?" James asked. "Yeah give me half an hour." She said. He sat there waiting nervously. Had he done the right thing? Would things be the same now that they had nothing to work on he wondered. Eventually about twenty five minutes later his doorbell rang. He went to the door and Kang-Lee was stood there. He invited her in and offered her a glass of wine. She took her usual seat on the sofa and accepted the glass of wine that James offered to her. As they sat and sipped their wine they chatted away as only old friends can however this time there was something different. There was a tension in the air that had never been there before but it was a relaxed tension. The night passed as did two bottles of wine and before they knew it the sun was rising and Sunday had begun. "I suppose I should go and get some sleep. Kang-Lee said. "Yeah I suppose you should" James replied. Kang-Lee stood up to leave and she was a little unsteady on her feet. James noticed this and said. "Would you like to spend the morning here?" He asked. "Are you coming onto me James?" She asked. "Uhm no." He said. "You can have the bed and I will sleep on the couch." He replied. "Oh okay." She responded. James went to the bedroom and came back with a t-shirt, a toothbrush and a smile. He handed the t-shirt and toothbrush to Kang-Lee and she disappeared to the bathroom and then she entered the bedroom. James got the sleeping bag and pillow from behind the couch and settled himself on the lumpy couch. It was not the most comfortable of things and he found he could not sleep but there was also another reason for that. He was thinking about Kang-Lee. He imagined her stripping off her clothes and putting his t-shirt on and climbing into his bed and snuggling down to sleep. Suddenly the door to the front room opened and Kang-Lee was stood there. "Are you awake?" She asked. "Yes I am." James replied. "Listen." She said. "This is stupid. I am awake and you are awake and I suspect it is all because of the same reason. Why do you not join me in the bed and we shall see what happens." Without even thinking about it James got out of the sleeping bag and followed Kang-Lee to the bedroom. They climbed under the duvet and without saying anything they began to cuddle. After about ten minutes they started chatting again about something and nothing but James was just so happy to be chatting to her. He realised this was the woman that he wanted to be with. He tossed things about in his head and then he made a decision. "Kang-Lee can I kiss you?" He asked. "About bloody time you asked." She giggled. He laughed with her. This had been what the tension had been and now it was replaced with passion. They turned their heads to one another and began to kiss. It started out tenderly but soon it became very heated. They opened mouths and clashed tongues and kissed as if they had not kissed someone for months. They ripped each other's t-shirts off and kissed and touched naked flesh together. James broke the kiss and moved round and began to kiss Kang-Lee's neck. She shivered in excitement. "See you found one of my erogenous zones straight away." She said. James rained kisses down on her neck whilst his hand came up and began to massage her left breast. She had small breasts and little nubs for nipples and he immediately fell in love with them. He massaged them gently and he felt her nipples grow and harden. He wanted to kiss one. He stopped kissing her neck and went for one of her breasts. He kissed the flesh all around and then he found the nipple that he had been looking for and took it into his mouth. He sucked on her nipple for a while and heard Kang-Lee sigh. She was getting very aroused. As he kissed her nipple she ran her hands up and down his chest and played with his nipples. James stopped kissing her nipple and moved his way down her abdomen raining kisses all over it. Finally he got to her pussy. He just looked at it for a moment. She spread her legs to give him a better look. She had a little growth of hair around her pubis but her lips were bare and they looked so delicious. He moved further down her body and began to kiss her thighs. He kissed his way up and down her thighs and watched as the goose bumps grew on her flesh. He then began to kiss her inner thigh and move towards her pussy. When he got to her pussy he stuck out a tongue and just touched the outer lips. Kang-Lees shivered in excitement. James became bolder. He began to kiss her lips passionately. He took both of them into his mouth and sucked and he felt Kang-Lee have a little cumm. He then spread her lips with his fingers and stuck his tongue into her hole. She was very wet and aroused and he loved the taste of her. He could not help but push his tongue in and out of her pussy. Every time he brought out his tongue he brought some of her juice with him and he swallowed it down. God he loved the taste of her and could have stayed like that forever but she was gently cumming on his face. Instead he withdrew his tongue from her hole and sought out her clit. He pushed the hood of her clit out of the way with his tongue and looked at the little nub. He could not wait to get his tongue onto it. He stuck out his tongue and touched it and Kang-Lee almost jumped off the bed. Kang-Lee got her hands and placed them on James's head and forced him onto her clit. He took the hint and began to lick at it feverishly. She was bucking with him and tried to keep in rhythm with the movement of his tongue. She was sighing and moaning and writhing and bucking. He continued to lap at her clit until finally she let out a scream and released some more juice and came with such power that she almost passed out. "God that was good." She said. Between her thighs James smiled to himself. He pulled his face off her pussy and climbed back up her body. He kissed her lips and exchanged her juice with her. They went back to some serious kissing until Kang-Lee broke the kiss. She shuffled them around the bed until James's cock was hanging over her mouth. She looked at James's cock and was suitably impressed. It was about 8 inches long and reasonably thick but not thick enough that it would hurt her when he entered her. James hung his cock over Kang-Lee's mouth for a bit and then he began to lower himself down. Kang-Lee opened her mouth to receive him. She got some saliva into her mouth and then James entered her. She took him inch by inch until she had all of him in her mouth. She pushed his foreskin back with her tongue and licked the head of his cock. Mmm she thought- he tastes good- nice and clean. Once she had got used to the fullness in her mouth she began to move her mouth up and down James's shaft. He was so smooth and she immediately fell in love with it. She knew that she would never get enough of this cock. She moved nice and slowly up and down his shaft. James was groaning above her. She began to speed up her movements and began to slurp saliva around his cock. James was in sexual heaven. He had never had his cock sucked like this before and it felt fantastic. He lasted about ten minutes before he told her that he cumming. "Cumm in my mouth." Kang Lee said. James ever the obedient one when a woman asked suddenly began to jerk. He pulsed his cumm into her mouth. He gave her four good spurts and she swallowed it all. He finished cumming and then she licked him clean and he removed his cock from her mouth. He slid down her body and into her arms and snuggled there for a while. As they snuggled James moved his hand down to Kang-Lee's pussy and began to finger her. She welcomed his fingers into her pussy. He gave her one and then he gave her two. With his thumb he rubbed her clit. Kang-Lee was so aroused that she soon came again bucking against his fingers. "God are you going to give me any peace" She asked. "Not until I have fucked you." He replied. James moved up her body and placed his cock between her thighs. She was so wet that he just slid in. He let her get used to him first and then he began to fuck her. In and out he moved. He started with a steady rhythm and then he picked up the pace until he was slamming his cock into her. Below him Kang-Lee was just on a constant orgasm. She had never experienced sex like this before and she found that she liked it. James could be so tender then so passionate and she could not get enough of it. In and out James went for a good twenty minutes before he came deep in her pussy. She let out a squeal and came all over his cock and the bed. She bucked and writhed and wriggled and almost passed out. When James had cumm he just laid there collapsed on top of Kang-Lee and he kissed her mouth to show that he loved her. They had made love and had sex all in the one session and it had been fantastic. Eventually he pulled out of her and he rolled onto his back and said. "Would you like a cuddle?" "Yes." She said. She rolled over to him. He wrapped his arm around her and she snugged into him. Together they were comfortable and they fell asleep together. They woke in the morning and had sex again. Eventually Kang-Lee had to get up because she had a class to attend. She kissed James then she had a shower and got dressed. "Will I see you tonight?" She asked. "Of course you will." James replied. For the next couple of years they courted and then James proposed and Kang-Lee accepted and they became the perfect couple in many people's eyes. It took them a couple of years to save up the money to pay for the marriage but now the big day had arrived. Kang-Lee climbed out of bed and went to the shower and washed herself thoroughly. She wrapped herself in a towel and dried herself and then she put a dressing gown on. She made herself a cup of coffee and waited for her girlfriends to arrive. It was about half hour later that there was a knock at the hotel room that was really the wedding suite and she went and opened the door. There stood her five girlfriends holding two bottles of champagne. "HEYHO." They said and walked into the room. One of them popped the first bottle of champagne and poured out six glasses and passed them around the room. "Cheers." She said and they all took a sip of the champagne. Over the next couple of hours they did Kang-Lee's hair and make-up and just generally chatted and giggled and behaved like the girlies they had once been. All too soon it was time to put on the dress. Four of the girls took the dress and helped Kang-Lee into it and zipped her up. "WOW you look gorgeous." They all cooed. Kang-Lee looked in the mirror and had to admit that she did not too look too bad at all. The girls then slipped into their dresses and then left Kang-Lee alone to contemplate the day ahead. She was marrying the love of her life and she could not wait to say her vows and make him her husband. She was deep in thought when the door was knocked on. She got up and opened it and there stood her Dad. When he saw her he cried. "Oh darling you look beautiful." He said. He walked into the room and gave her a cuddle and a kiss making sure that he did not disturb her hair in anyway. He did not want to spoilt her look in anyway. He wanted her to look her best for James. They sat and had a glass of champagne and chatted about something and nothing just trying to while away the time until they were fashionably late. At the time they should have been at the church there was a knock at the door. Kang-Lee's father opened the door and there stood the chauffeur ready to take them to the church. Kang-Lee's father took her by the arm and led her out of the room and down the corridor to the long staircase of the hotel. As they walked down the staircase the staff stood at the bottom and gave them a round of applause. They finally made it into the limousine and the chauffeur took them to the church. They arrived at the church ten minutes later. Kang-Lee's father helped her out of the limousine and walked her to the door of the church. They waited at the door for the minister to give the signal and then together they walked down the aisle to the altar of the church. There Kang-Lee's father let her go and went to his seat. James looked at her stood there with her white dress and her bunch of red roses in her hand. To him she looked the most beautiful woman in the world. He gave her a wink and the wedding began. It seemed to fly past and neither of them really remembered what happened but at the end of it they walked down the aisle hand in hand rings on fingers and man and wife. They did the photographs and then they headed for the reception. The meal was lovely but Kang-Lee noted that James was knocking the alcohol back and she wondered if he would be able to consummate the wedding day. The speeches were done. Some of them were funny and some of them were serious and then the conversations began and the alcohol flowed. It was an afternoon reception with an evening dance for friends that they could not afford to invite to the main event. About halfway through the conversations James took Kang-Lee and led her out of the reception room. Several people saw them leave and there were loads of nods and winks people knowing what was about to happen. James led her to the Wedding Suite. He opened the door and carried her over the threshold and threw her onto the bed. James then followed and began to kiss her. However there was no tenderness there that Kang-Lee expected it being their wedding day. James was being quite rough and trying to be passionate but he had taken too much alcohol on board. He mauled her breasts and almost hurt her. Silently inside Kang-Lee was crying this was not what she had expected on her wedding day. She had wanted to be made love to so that she could say that the marriage was as one and they were a partnership that would go on and rule the world in the realms in which they moved. James moved his hand and moved it and pushed her dress up. He put his hand into her knickers and began to finger her pussy. She did get wet and it was nice but it was not what she expected. James knew what buttons to push and he began to rub her clit at the same time and soon she came on his fingers. He managed to pull the front of her dress down and kiss her breasts. Her nipples betrayed the fact that he had turned her on and soon James was kissing them and just making her wetter. James then managed to pull her knickers off and expose her naked pussy that he had asked for the wedding day and she had complied. He made sure that her dress was out of the way and then James stood up and opened the zipper on his pants. Kang-Lee had come off the pill prior to the wedding in the hope that she would get pregnant not too long afterwards. She wanted a child and to make the family complete. They had not had sex since she had come off the pill because she wanted things to be nice and legal. James took his cock and began to masturbate it. Kang-Lee liked this and thought that he finally found his romantic streak and she began to masturbate with him. James however had his eyes closed and was not looking at her. She was trying her best to get his attention with her actions whilst James was just trying to get an erection. Eventually he managed to get it up. He climbed on the bed and placed himself between Kang-Lee's thighs. He touched her thumb which was rubbing her clit and managed to make her cumm just a little bit where Kang-Lee wanted to see stars. James smiled to himself. He felt that he still had it whereas at that moment Kang-Lee was wondering what had happened to the man that she had just married. He seemed to have disappeared completely. She put it down to the alcohol and the fact that he would be better after he had sobered up tomorrow and their happy married life could really begin. He then forcefully moved Kang-Lee's thumb from her clit. "Come on Kang-Lee." He said. "You know you want to be fucked." Kang-Lee wanted to be made love to but she submissively said to James. "Yes go ahead and fuck me." James heard her words and just slid his cock into her pussy. It was wet although not as wet as he had known it to be. He did not even give her time to get used to his length like he used to. He just began to fuck her. Kang-Lee lay there submissively and let him get on with it. James noticed this. "Come on bitch give me some action." James shouted. He had never shouted at her before but Kang-Lee actually found that bit a turn on so she decided to give James a bit of a reaction. "Come on big boy fuck me." She said. The Wedding Day This turned James on and he began to fuck her harder. All too soon he came in her pussy then he just pulled out and zipped himself up and turned to leave. Before he did he turned back to Kang-Lee and said. "I hope that has made you pregnant now tidy yourself up and get yourself back to your friends." "Apart from the first dance of the night I will be spending the evening with mates so make sure you spend yours with those girls you call your friends." With that he left her alone. Kang-Lee just laid on the bed and cried and wondered what had just happened. Eventually there was a knock on the door. Kang-Lee straightened herself up as best as she could and went to answer the door. It was her best friend Jane. She invited her in and closed the door. Jane noticed that she had been crying and she had seen James going down the stairs. "What's the bastard done?" She asked. Kang-Lee just burst into tears and told Jane all that happened and did not miss out a detail. Jane listened and then she put her arm round her and said. "Welcome to married life. They all change once the ring is on the finger. Now come on let's make you look decent again." Jane spent the next half an hour redoing all the hard work that the girls had done in the morning. She tried her best but she did not quite manage to get Kang-Lee to look as good as she did when she walked down the aisle. Once she had done all that she could she took hold of Knag-Lee's hand and said. "Let's go and have and have a drink and sod the bastard." With that they both left the room and went back to the reception. Kang-Lee was surprised when she walked into the room that she got a standing ovation. She began to blush and quickly went to her chair and picked up her drink and took a long gulp. What she did not know was that James had announced that the marriage had been consummated and she really was his wife now. Day turned to night and all the friends began to arrive. They would come to the table give Kang-Lee a gift and look for James and then go and buy Kang-Lee a drink. By the time that all the guests had arrived she had a row of drinks to consume. She was thankful that some of the guests had arrived in groups because as it was she thought that she would struggle to consume all that she had. She picked up one of the drinks. About half an hour later the DJ announced the first dance. By now Kang-Lee was beginning to get a little drunk but was still able to dance. The men of James's group had to go and find him to get him to the dance. They found him having a blow job from one of Kang-Lee's friends. He finished doing what he was doing and then he zipped up and joined Kang-Lee on the dance floor. He gave the impression of the perfect husband but he was whispering in Kang-Lee's ear and it was not protestations of love. "I am going to turn you into a submissive bitch. From now on you will do, wear and say what I tell you to." He was saying. Kang-Lee could not wait for the dance to end. He was being disgusting and she was feeling uncomfortable yet something inside of her was ticking. Eventually the dance ended and James went back to his friends and Kang-Lee went back to her chair and sat there alone. Occasionally someone would come up and chat to her or drag her to the dance floor but on the whole she was spending her wedding day on her own and all she was doing was getting drunk. About halfway through the night Carl came to chat to her. He was James's best man. They chatted away when suddenly Kang-Lee felt his hand on her thigh. She was that shaken that she did not say or do anything. She just let it rest there. She looked at Carl. She had only ever known Carl as James's best friend and never seen him in any other way but now she looked more closely. What she did not know was that Carl had always fancied her. Carl was of Afro-American descent. He was about 6ft 3 in tall. He had a shaved head. He was broad-shouldered and well-muscled and he looked good in a tuxedo. He began to move his hand up Kang-Lee's thigh but this time she stopped him. She could not let things get out of hand. One thing did occur to her though. She could not help it but she wondered how big his dick was. She quickly dismissed the thought and Carl left and she was alone again. The night passed quickly for James. By the end of the night he was completely legless. On the other hand Kang-Lee was drunk but she was sober enough that she was able to get herself to the toilet unassisted. She did what she had to do, washed her hands and went to leave the bathroom. Just as she did Carl walked in. He stood against the door so that no-one could get in and grabbed Kang-Lee. He looked down at her and then he tilted her head and began to kiss her. Against her better judgement Kang-Lee responded. They kissed for a good five minutes but when Carl tried to go further she managed to push him off. "No Carl it is my wedding day." She moved him out of the way and he did not resist and she went back to her chair. She consumed a couple of more drinks and then she saw James being carried unconscious due to alcohol to the bridal suite. She knew that she ought to follow. She consumed one last drink and then she left the reception. She said goodbye to a couple of people on the way out but she was slurring her speech so she gave up and just followed the boys taking James upstairs. She went ahead of them to open the door. The boys walked in and just dumped him on the bed and then walked out again. All except Carl who made sure that he was in the recovery position. He found a champagne bucket and placed it near the head of James and then he turned to Kang-Lee. "Would you like to share a nightcap with me?" He said. "Yeah why not." Kang-Lee said. He went to the mini bar. He poured himself a whiskey and made a vodka and tonic for Kang-Lee. He went over to her and handed her the drink and then they went and sat on the sofa that was in the corner of the room. They took their seats and began to chat. All too soon Kang-Lee began to cry. All the frustrations of the day came out and it was floods of tears that Kang-Lee was shedding. Carl put down his drink and took Kang-Lee's from her and placed that on the floor then he took her in his hands and cuddled her. He let her get all her emotions out and all he did was sit there and listen. He would occasionally take her hand and clasp it in his just to offer further comfort and he was behaving like the perfect gentleman or so Kang-Lee thought. What she had not noticed was that Carl had gradually moved his hand until it was resting in his lap. The first that Kang-Lee knew was when she felt his cock against her hand and she did not move her hand. She looked at Carl and said. "Carl would you kiss me again please." She pleaded. Carl was aware that he was in a difficult situation. He fancied Kang-Lee and he had longed for this moment for years but she was in an emotional state and was this really what she wanted. He decided to ask the question. "Kang-Lee I have fancied you for years and I have been so jealous of you and James. There has been many occasions when I could have kissed you over the years but I have resisted but out of respect for James I have avoided the situations but after the way he has treated you today I would love to kiss you if it is really what you want?" He could see Kang-Lee thinking about what he had just said and then she just leaned in and gave him a kiss on the lips. This was the signal that Carl needed. He responded to her kiss. They started off nice and tenderly but soon the passion took over. They began to kiss like lovers. Their lips moved as one and soon they opened their mouths and began to tongue kiss. Kang-Lee and Carl were panting together as they kissed. They kissed for about ten minutes touching each other as they did. Carl touched Kang-Lee's small breasts. His large hands engulfed them. Kang-Lee ran her hand across Carl's lap and felt his cock. God she thought it feels massive. Eventually Kang-Lee broke the kiss. "Carl I need to go to the bathroom." She said. Carl reluctantly let her go and went to check on James. He was breathing heavily and would not wake up until the morning. He made sure that his airway was clear then he went back and sat on the sofa and waited for Kang-Lee to come back. She was gone about ten minutes but when she came back his jaw dropped. She stood in the doorway and said. "Carl take me to bed and give me the wedding night that I deserve." Kang-Lee had changed in the bathroom. She had removed her wedding dress and replaced it with a black silk see- through negligee and crotchless knickers and black hold up stockings. She walked towards Carl and took hold of his hand and stood him up. She began to undress him. She slipped his tuxedo jacket off and threw it onto the sofa and then she removed his bow tie and added it to the jacket. All the while she was kissing him. She then went for his shirt. She did the buttons nice and slowly. She wanted to see his naked torso bit by bit. As it came into to view she almost swooned and she let out a little pussy juice. He was rippled with muscle and so smooth- not a hair in sight. She started to kiss his chest and moved her hand down to his trousers. She popped the button and then she pulled down the zipper. She stopped kissing his chest and got down on her knees and began to lower his trousers to the floor. Again she took her time and was not disappointed to see that he had some black see through trunks on and she could see his cock. It was about 9 in long and still not fully erect. Carl helped her by stepping out of the trousers and stupidly removing his socks and shoes. He stood there with just his trunks on and Kang-Lee was stood there with the negligee, knickers and stockings on. They looked at one another for a moment and then Kang-Lee moved away and went and sat on the bed. She took the pillows and made herself comfortable. She opened her legs and began to play with her naked pussy. "Do you like a naked pussy?" Carl asked. "I prefer a little bush around my pubis bit I like naked lips. It is James that likes the naked look." She said. Carl watched fascinated as she played with her pussy. This was what he longed to see and he did not care that James was laid there next to her. He tried to be as sexy as he could as he removed his trunks and Kang-Lee watched as cock came fully into view. It was as smooth as his chest and Kang-Lee was just getting wetter. "Cumm for me." Carl said. He had noted long ago that Kang-Lee had a submissive side to her and although he did not want to push it he gave it as gentle order. Kang-Lee worked on her pussy. She started by fingering herself and then she pulled back the hood on her clit and began to rub it. She started nice and slow and then she rubbed harder and faster. She knew her body intimately after all those years alone and soon she came. What surprised her was that Carl was wanking his cock to full erection and when she noticed how long it was she came and she squirted juice into the air. Carl saw this and let himself cumm and let his spunk fly into the air and land on the room floor. Having cumm he stepped forward and checked on James once again. He was still dead to the world. Carl nudged him and got no response. Satisfied that they would not be disturbed he climbed onto the bed and moved up to Kang-Lee's face. He offered his cock to her for her to suck. Kang-Lee put out a hand and touched his cock and watched as it twitched. She smiled to herself. She then stroked the shaft with the nail of her index finger and then massaged his balls. They felt so heavy and she wondered how much spunk he actually held. A wicked thought came into her head but she thought she would keep that for later. She opened her mouth and took his shaft into her mouth. She managed to get about 8 in into her mouth before it hit the back of her throat and her mouth was stretched to its limit by its girth. She let her mouth get used to the sheer size of it then she began to move her mouth up and down the shaft. She felt her mouth so full and she only felt sorry that she could not take all of him into her mouth. She worked on his cock for about fifteen minutes before her jaw began to ache and she had to rest. Carl pulled his cock out of her mouth and began to kiss his way down her body. He kissed her neck and she shivered in excitement. Kang-Lee was totally aroused now and she had never felt like this before. Carl then moved to her small breasts. He kissed one with a passion that Kang-Lee had not experienced before. He then took the nipple into his mouth and sucked on it until it stood up like a stalk. He then moved and did the same to the other breast and then he kissed his way down her abdomen and got to her pussy. He looked at it for a moment and then he began to work on it. He kissed each lip and then he ran his tongue up and down them. She shook above him as she had another mini orgasm. He then took his large index finger and inserted it into her pussy. She was so slick that she took him easily. He began to finger fuck her and Kang- Lee laid there and encouraged him. She was in sexual heaven. In and out his finger moved. Kang-Lee massaged her breasts to further stimulate herself. For twenty minutes Carl managed to finger fuck her and Kang-Lee was constantly cumming. At last he removed his finger and moved back up her body. They began to kiss again and then Carl slid his cock into her pussy. She was so wet that she managed to take most of his cock. He gave her 9in and Kang-Lee sucked him in. He began to fuck her with a passion. "I love you." Carl said. Kang-Lee said nothing but wrapped her arms around him and tried to pull him deeper into her. She wanted all of him and she was determined to make sure that happened. She bucked against him. She managed to take more and more of him into her until he was fully imbedded in her and his balls were slapping against her arse. She loved the sensation of being so full. He bedded her as hard as he could. She went with it and even encouraged him. "Come on stud fuck me. Give me all of your cock." She screamed. She was past caring whether or not James heard or woke up. Carl fucked her harder and faster until he said. "I am going to cumm. Where do you want it?" He said. "In my womb." She said. "Give me your baby." She shouted. Carl just released and filled her pussy with his cumm. He spurted and spurted and spurted. He came so much Kang-Lee thought he would never stop. Finally he stopped bucking and just collapsed on top of her. They kissed as lovers and Kang- Lee felt so happy. This was how her wedding day should have been and she had made love to Carl rather than her husband James. "Sod him." She thought. Carl's gain was James's loss and she did genuinely hope that she had his baby because he had been her husband tonight. They cuddled together and fell asleep in one another arms. In the morning Kang-Lee heard James stir. She looked around and saw that Carl was gone. She went to the toilet and saw her wedding dress lying on the floor with Carl's trunks on them and she smiled to herself as she picked them up. Just feeling them would always remind her of her wedding night. She left the bathroom and put them in her suitcase just as James sat up in bed. "Morning wife." He said. "I am no wife of yours she thought." The Wedding Day Breakfast The June morning dawned bright and warm. It was a beautiful day for a wedding. Brent had set his alarm for 6 a.m. His son Cody was getting married today. He got out of the hotel bed, and walked into the bathroom to get showered before 7. According to the plan of the bride and groom, each one would share a wedding day breakfast with the other's parents. In this case, it meant that Cody's bride-to-be, Miranda, would be having breakfast, with Brent, in his hotel room, and Cody would have breakfast with Miranda's parents, Rod and Michelle. Brent was happy for his son. He was marrying a great girl. It didn't hurt that she was beautiful from head to toe either. Miranda was a 26 year old interior decorator who'd met Cody through mutual friends. The attraction was immediate and after 2 years of courtship he'd asked her to be his wife. Brent hadn't been as lucky in love. He and Cody's mother, Rachel, had divorced when Cody was 15. Rachel had remarried a French man and was now enjoying her life in Europe and wouldn't be at the wedding. Oh well, today wasn't about him, it was about the happiness of Cody and Miranda. He slipped on a pair of loose fitting sweats and a casual t-shirt. A knock on the door announced that room service was there. The bellhop wheeled a cart in filled with different covered trays. Quickly and quietly the bellhop set the table up for two. Brent paid him a tip and he left. Brent lifted the lids of each dish and found Belgian waffles under one, strawberries under another, a bowl of whipped cream, scrambled eggs on a plate, and sausages under another. A carafe of coffee and a bottle of orange juice completed the meal. He imagined Miranda wouldn't be too hungry, as is, having wedding day jitters. But just in case, he'd made sure he ordered a good breakfast. Promptly at 7 a.m. there was a knock on his hotel room door. He answered it and there stood his knockout beautiful, soon to be daughter Miranda. "Good morning dad," Miranda said as she smiled and leaned in and kissed him on his cheek. He invited her in and ushered her over to the table of waiting food. He pulled her chair out for her as she sat down. Brent took the chair across from her. Like Brent, Miranda was very casually dressed for this hour of the morning. She wore a thick bath robe under which she wore a short cream colored chemise with boy shorts. "Would it bother you terribly if I took my robe off dad?" Miranda asked. "Of course not Miranda, get comfortable girl." Brent replied. Miranda stood up and took the robe off. She walked the robe over to the coat rack by the door and hung it there. Brent was mesmerized as he watched her walk over to hang the robe up. He'd never seen Miranda in anything other than classy suits or blue jeans. The chemise she wore was soft ivory and hung just below the cheeks of her butt. Her legs were long and slender and she was very shapely. When she turned and walked back towards the table Brent had to catch his breath. The front of the chemise was cut low and rested on the top of her breasts which were full and filled out the front of the chemise. He could actually see her nipples poking through the fabric. She was one beautiful woman Brent thought again. Miranda smiled as she sat down across from Brent. She enjoyed a good relationship with her soon to be father. He'd made her feel like part of the family from the start. He razzed her just as much as he did Cody and his 3 other sons. She'd always admired Brent. She also found him very attractive. Cody was a handsome man, but he looked more like his mother than his father. Where Cody's hair was sandy brown like his mother's, as well as having his mother's green eyes, Brent's hair was a dark brown, almost black and he was starting to grey at his temples. His eyes were light brown and framed by spiky long lashes. At 6'2 inches tall he stood a full 3 inches taller than his son. Brent stood up and started to remove the lids from the food. "I didn't know what you'd want, but I knew you liked Belgian waffles so I ordered them and all of this. I hope you're hungry young lady." Brent smiled warmly at Miranda. "Would you like me to make the bride a plate?" Miranda smiled back at Brent, "Actually Dad, I am hungry, but my nerves are a little edgy. May we just sit and talk for a little bit before we eat? It will calm my nerves." "Sure hon'" Brent said, "C'mon, come sit on the bed and we'll chat like girlfriends." Brent couldn't help but to laugh at his attempt at humor. He and Miranda got comfortable on the bed. Brent sat with his back against the headboard and Miranda sat cross legged in front of him. "Is that better?" Brent asked. Miranda laughed at his girlfriends' remark and said, "This is fine dad." She sat there looking at Brent and couldn't explain the weird feeling coming over her. He was sitting there smiling at her and she had this unexplainable urge to kiss him. She tried to dispel the thought from her mind, but it wouldn't shake. Even worse her thoughts started getting more provocative about Brent. Brent sat there a little bewildered by the strange look on Miranda's face. One moment she'd been smiling at him and now she was sitting there staring at him with this peculiar look. "Miranda, are you okay?" Brent said in a concerned voice. As if in a daze, Miranda got up on her knees and inched herself intimately close to Brent. Without saying a word, she placed her lips on Brent's and tenderly kissed him. Inhaling she could take in his masculine scent and her kiss became a little more searching as her tongue pried its way between his lips. Now Brent fully understood the weird look on Miranda's face, but what he didn't understand was why in the hell was he returning her kiss? She was about to marry his son. Oh how her mouth was warm sweet though. He sucked her lips in between his while his hands began to explore what was under the chemise. Right before Brent's eyes, Miranda raised the chemise above and over her head and threw it on the floor. Her breasts were stunning. Brent's mouth watered just looking at them. His hands reached out for them and he grasped and caressed them. No words were spoken as passion overtook the both of them. They both knew what their actions were leading up to, but as if possessed by a hunger they couldn't explain they didn't stop. Miranda, only in her boy shorts straddled Brent's lap and began to kiss him again. Their kiss was hungry and passionate. Brent's cock was hard and he could feel it pressing against Miranda's pussy. He grabbed a hand full of her ass and pulled her even closer to him as they kissed. Pushing himself away from the headboard he laid Miranda down in front of him. Staring at her sexy body, he removed his t-shirt and stripped his sweats off. His cock was long, thick and very erect as his sweats came off. Miranda started to slide her boy shorts down, when Brent took over and slid them completely off for her. Smiling at her, he bowed his head down and inhaled her pussy. It was warm and musky. Easing himself down between her legs, he spread them apart. Her pussy was beautifully shaven. Wrapping his mouth fully over it, he inserted his tongue inside and began to eat his daughter. His tongue ravaged her. Miranda's hips bucked under him and her hands pressed his head deeper into her pussy. "Yes, Brent, eat me, eat me." Miranda huskily whispered. He drove Miranda wild when he flickered his tongue across her clit. Then wrapping his lips around it he sucked on it. Brent loved this. At this moment he did not care that Miranda was about to marry his son. She had chosen to allow him this privilege and he sure as hell wasn't going to pass it up. Pressing his head hard against her pussy, Miranda felt herself about to cum, and as her orgasm overtook her and spread through her entire body, Brent didn't stop doing what he was doing. He tasted every bit of her sweet honey and lapped at it like it was a drug. As her orgasm subsided, Brent kissed her clit once more and then got up on top of her. Kneeing her legs open a bit more, Brent positioned his ultra-hard cock and then drove it deep inside Miranda. Her body bucked and they both moaned loudly. With an ardent intensity Brent began to work his cock in and out of her silky pussy. All the while, Miranda moaned loudly and called out Brent's name. It was a good thing that her parent's room, where Cody was presently dining, was on another floor of the hotel. Anyone walking by the room would have clearly heard what was going on inside. Her calling out his name only turned Brent on more and he worked his cock even harder pounding into her. Getting up on his knees, he flipped Miranda's legs over his shoulders and proceeded to drive deeper and deeper into her tight pussy. God she felt so good to him. Brent knew he could cum at any moment, but he wouldn't allow himself as he knew this moment would never happen again. With that thought in mind, Brent gave it all he could working his cock in and out, his balls slapping against Miranda's beautiful ass. Grunting with each thrust, Brent watched the ecstasy etched all over Miranda's face. He loved knowing he was the one giving her this pleasure. As much as he loved his son, he wanted to make sure that nobody ever fucked Miranda as well as he was at this moment. He wanted her to remember this. "Yes darling! Is this what you want?" Brent said out of breath. "God yes," Miranda breathlessly replied. "I want you to cum in me dad! Brent dropped Miranda's legs off of his shoulders and laid down on her. Kissing her very lovingly, Brent rhythmically began to slide his cock back and forth until he felt his orgasm began to build up and finally explode. A loud guttural cry escaped from his lips as Brent's body froze and he emptied his seed into Miranda's fertile womb. "Thank you darlin'" Brent said, as he smiled and kissed Miranda afterward. "You're something else you beautiful woman. My son is a lucky man." No more words were said as they got up, enjoyed a shower together and then ate breakfast quickly. Miranda quickly got dressed again, and slipped off to her room to prepare for her wedding day. No one smiled more, at the wedding, than the bride and the father of the groom that day. About a year later, Brent could only smile when people told him how much his 3 month old namesake grandson looked like him. ***** Thank you for reading my story. If you like my story I'd love to know. I'm stopping it right here, but would continue it, if enough readers wanted me to. The Wedding Deal Chantelle and Sam were a perfectly ordinary couple, saving up for a perfectly ordinary wedding. They had met in a club a few years ago; Sam had nudged Chantelle, resulting in her spilling her drink, and, ever the gentleman, he had offered to buy her another. Of course, his motives had not been entirely innocent. Chantelle was a very attractive blonde, nice big tits, curves in all the right places. Her outfit that night left only a little to the imagination; a short skirt and a tight top, with extremely high heels adding to her otherwise small stature and pushing her body forward in that way guys like. Chantelle, just out of a relationship, had never been one to refuse a drink offered by a guy, especially a guy like Sam. He was handsome, well built, his body evidence of plenty of time spent in the gym. He had an accent she couldn't quite place; at first it sounded like your typical local accent, but the more she listened the more she could hear something exotic underneath it. Just like her, he had grown up and lived in the area, but she was right that there was a little something foreign in him; his father was Moroccan, which accounted not only for the slight accent, which he had picked up when his family had moved to that country for a few years, but also that beautifully tanned skin. Chantelle and Sam could have both gone to different clubs that night, one could have left early, or Sam could have been more careful at looking where he was going and thus avoided the collision. But on the basis of that mishap, the two got talking, and arranged to meet for a proper date the week after. On such coincidences relationships are built. The date went well, and was soon followed by another and another. Whilst neither were virgins, they were also not the type of people who jumped into bed with someone too hastily, and their relationship evolved, as relationships do, with the pair growing ever closer, spending more time together, falling in love. Their relationship eventually became sexual when Chantelle invited Sam back to her flat after a blissful day spent together some months into their dating. It was a mutual decision, one that neither had explicitly discussed with the other, but one which had been hinted at for the last few weeks. After a couple of glasses of wine and some heavy petting on the sofa, they retired to Chantelle's bedroom, where their relationship was taken to the next level. After that the couple's relationship continued to go from strength to strength, Sam and Chantelle regularly staying over at each other's places, getting more familiar with each other's bodies and preferences. Neither were particularly adventurous in the bedroom, but both were good at what they did, and their sex life was fulfilling and satisfying for both of them. In time there came the moment where Sam sank to one knee in a restaurant following a romantic meal, and asked the question every girl hopes to hear at some point in her life. Sam received the answer every guy hopes to receive to that question. They were going to get married. Chantelle went out and bought every wedding magazine on sale, planning her perfect ceremony, the most special day of her life. The list of things she wanted for the wedding grew and grew, much faster than the wedding fund that the two were saving up. Chantelle got a promotion at work, which meant she could put more into the fund each week, but her ambitions for the ceremony grew accordingly, so the deficit expanded faster than ever. Her friends and family tried to talk to her, encourage her to rein in her plans. They told her that she could still have a special day without the fire breathers and the dove release, without the diamond encrusted wedding cake and top of the range wedding dress. But Chantelle was not prepared to settle. Sam did not care so much for the massive ceremony, but was prepared to find a way to give Chantelle whatever she wanted. It was then that Barry, better known as Baz, approached Sam. The whole wedding had become a soap opera amongst the friends of both groups, with the spiralling cost and the rather more modest budget a topic of frequent conversation. Baz was more a friend of a friend than anything, though Sam had met him from time to time and knew a little about him. Everyone knew about Baz. Baz was wealthy, that's what everyone knew. How he had become so wealthy was not as clear. Some said that he had inherited the money from his father. Others said that he was a .com millionaire, had developed some extremely clever piece of software that was so complicated nobody understood it, which had been snapped up by one of the big internet companies. Baz asked Sam how much the current wedding plan would cost, and how much Sam and Chantelle had already saved. He let out a low whistle when Sam told him; the difference was much more than he expected. Nevertheless, he went ahead with a proposal. Baz told Sam that he would book everything that Chantelle wanted, even the fire breathers. He would cover the whole cost of the wedding; he wouldn't even ask for Sam and Chantelle to contribute the money they had already saved up, they could use this as spending money on the honeymoon. Sam was delighted, but sure he must be misunderstanding. Was it just a loan, he asked. They could never afford to pay Baz back. But Baz reassured him no, there was nothing to worry about, they did not have to pay anything back, he would pick up the full bill himself. However, there were three conditions to his offer. The first was simple enough: he wanted the fact that he was paying for the wedding to be kept a secret. He did not want to be deluged with similar requests for help from everyone else he knew. Sam was more than happy to agree to that and immediately started wondering how he could explain to family and friends that the fact that the extravagant wedding was suddenly funded. The second condition was a little more unusual. Baz insisted that Sam and Chantelle must refrain from sex for a month before the wedding. Neither were allowed to stay over at the other's flat, see the other undressed, or have any physical contact with the other of any kind during the month. They could masturbate, but they had to do it in private: no phone sex, no even talking about sex. Sam was about to protest that Baz had absolutely no right telling him what he could and couldn't do with his fiancée; whether they had sex or not was completely up to them, and Baz was totally out of order to even suggest otherwise. But then he remembered what Baz was offering - to pay for the wedding in full. Chantelle could have her perfect wedding, and they could get on with their lives without even having to see another wedding magazine or taste another sample of wedding cake. "How would you know?" Sam wondered aloud. "The morning of your wedding you will take a lie detector test," Baz said without missing a beat. He'd obviously thought this through. "If either of you fails then the whole wedding will be cancelled, and it will be up to you again to arrange your own wedding, just like it was before we had this conversation." Sam thought about it for a few seconds. No physical contact at all. For a whole month leading up to their wedding. Still, unless he agreed to it there would be no wedding. "I'll have to check with Chantelle," he said. "Fine," Baz replied. "And the third condition?" Sam asked, hoping it wasn't as bad as the second. Baz smiled. "I will tell you the third condition when I am ready," he smiled. "But... how can we agree to a condition until we know what it is?" Sam asked, confused. "You don't have to agree to it now," Baz said. "When I tell you what it is you can agree or disagree. If you disagree, I'll cancel the wedding, but you'll be no worse off than you are now." Sam considered this. It was true. If he turned Baz down now, there was no wedding; him and Chantelle would never be able to afford the wedding she wanted by themselves. What harm could it do to at least find out what the condition was? "OK, deal," Sam said. *** Chantelle was convinced Sam was joking when he told her about Baz's offer, but he eventually managed to convince her he was serious. After that she got incredibly excited and started pulling Sam's clothes off, impatiently tugging at his cock so she could get him an erection and mount him. When she calmed down a little she thought through the second condition a bit more and was indignant: "what, we're not even allowed to kiss and cuddle? In the month before we get married?!" She phoned Baz to try to negotiate, but he wasn't moving. That was the condition: take it or leave it. She agreed. Nothing was going to get in the way of her wedding. Chantelle sent the list of everything she wanted for the wedding over to Baz, and between them they agreed a date for the wedding, in the middle of the summer, only six months hence. Baz spent a busy few days booking everything, then sent Chantelle an email to let her know. It was going to be her perfect day. She sent out the invites, delighted that she could invite everybody she wanted. As the final month approached, Sam and Chantelle spent most of their time in the bedroom. If they were going to go without for a month, they might as well get in as much action as they could now. Then finally came the deadline. Baz dropped them an email to let them know. The sex ban started at midnight. The couple had sex as close to the deadline as they could, cuddling up until minutes before the clock ticked over. Then they had to get dressed. They took a last long look at each other's naked bodies that they were not going to be seeing again for a month, then reluctantly got dressed with seconds to spare. Both had discussed just ignoring the ban, but they couldn't risk being caught out by the lie detector test and having the wedding cancelled at the last minute. The next month was incredibly frustrating. Many times they went to kiss or hug each other then realised at the last second. Both were paranoid that even the slightest peck on the cheek could catch them out on the test and lead to the wedding being lost. Both still masturbated in private, but they weren't even allowed to talk about it. Even discussing the wedding night was off the agenda. They did their best to be a couple without the physical side of the relationship. Both knew it was only for a month, that on the wedding day the ban would be lifted, they would be free to do what they liked with each other again. The day of the wedding came. In the morning both the bride and groom made their way to separate venues for their lie detector test. They were both asked personal and very specific questions about their activities - or lack of - over the last month. Chantelle blushed at some of the questions - it seemed like the questioner was enjoying the rather unconventional questions he was being required to ask to this attractive girl and taking advantage somewhat. "Have you engaged in any sexual activity with your fiancé over the past month?" he asked. "No," Chantelle said truthfully. "No vaginal penetration?" the questioner said, looking at her. "None," Chantelle said, feeling herself getting hot, hoping her embarrassment was not read by the machine as stress indicating she was lying. "No oral penetration?" he asked, looking down his list of questions. "None," Chantelle said again. "No anal penetration?" he asked, looking back at her. "Anal? No... no, we've never done anything like that, no," Chantelle said, surprised it was even a question. Did anyone really think she and Sam were the kind of couple who had anal? After some more probing questions, the questioner told her she had passed the test. Although she knew she had followed the rules, it was still a relief for the machine to confirm it. She text Sam to confirm she had passed and he text back saying "me too". After that the two retreated to their separate hotel rooms to prepare. Sam couldn't stop thinking about the wedding night: how amazing it would be to be in bed with Chantelle again, to get to touch her, kiss her, fuck her. He just wanted to get through the day as quickly as possible and get her into bed. He just hoped he didn't get an erection during the ceremony. Chantelle's mind was on the day itself, every little detail she had planned out and that Baz had planned, every guest that was going to be there, the fire breathers - she'd always wanted fire breathers at her wedding for some reason. Her mind was so full of the events of the day that it did not even cast forward as far as the night. Both had been told to be at the venue - a large castle that was now a tourist attraction, hotel and venue for events such as weddings - at least half an hour before the ceremony. Chantelle thought about being fashionably late, but she couldn't risk it messing something up. Baz had been very insistent about the arrival time. Maybe there was some paperwork to complete or something else that needed doing to get everything set up. Chantelle arrived exactly at the specified time. She walked up to the entrance, chief bridesmaid by her side. Rochelle had been her best friend since they were at school, and she could not think of anybody else she would want here today. Sam's brother Aaron was welcoming guests and smiled when Chantelle approached. "You look amazing," he said, admiring her beautiful wedding dress that, as with everything else, had been paid for by Baz. "You too," he said, smiling at Rochelle. He had a massive crush on Rochelle, but it was not reciprocated. Rochelle smiled back weakly, not wanting to encourage him. "Baz wants to see you in the garden room," Aaron told Chantelle. Chantelle thanked him and headed off to find Baz. She had been to the castle a number of times over the past few months - not to plan anything, because that had all been left to Baz, but just to have a look around, visualise how everything would be on the day. She knew exactly where the garden room was. The garden room was a small room on the other side of the castle to where the ceremony was taking place. As she walked in it was exactly as she remembered it: tiled floor, comfortable chairs, lots of greenery. It normally had a view out over the gardens, as the name suggested, but today the blinds had been closed. When she walked in Baz was waiting for her. He smiled at Chantelle and seemed particularly pleased to see Rochelle. "OK Chantelle, there isn't long before the ceremony starts, so I'll get straight to the point," he smiled. Chantelle started to feel nervous. "You will remember that there were three conditions if I was to pay for this wedding," he said. "You look surprised, Rochelle," Baz continued. "That's good: it means Chantelle has complied with the first condition, which was not to tell anyone else I am paying for the wedding." Chantelle nodded. "And the lie detector test this morning proved that you complied with the second condition." Rochelle looked even more confused. "It's OK, Rochelle, she can tell you about it some other time," Baz said. "Now, I haven't told you what the third condition is yet," Baz continued. Chantelle felt even more nervous. She'd forgotten about the third condition. "Whatever it is, I'll do it," she said quickly. "But can I do it after the ceremony?" "No, I'm afraid not," Baz smiled. "The rule is that you fulfil all three conditions before the ceremony, and if you don't, I cancel it." There was a pause. The silence was unbearable. Chantelle said the first thing that came into her head. "Is it that you want to see my tits? Is that it?" Rochelle now looked like she thought she'd stepped into a parallel universe. But Baz just smiled. "Pussy? You want to see my pussy?" Whatever it was she just wanted to get it out of the way so that she could get on with the ceremony. If it meant lifting up her dress and showing him her pussy she'd do it. "You've had your fantasy of this perfect wedding for a long time, yes?" Baz said, not responding to her directly. "Yes," Chantelle said impatiently. "Well, I have a fantasy too, and if you fulfil my fantasy, I'll fulfil yours," Baz said. "Oh... no... I'm not... I won't have sex with you!" Chantelle said. She'd thought about it for a split second, but that was it. Even her perfect wedding wasn't worth that. "I'm not asking you to have sex with me," Baz smiled. "I want you to have sex with Sam." That didn't sound too bad. Chantelle had been planning on doing that anyway. "I'm sure I can manage that, tonight," she smiled. "No, before the ceremony," Baz insisted. It was unconventional, but hardly a massive sacrifice. "OK," she said, tentatively, sensing there was more to come. "Sam is waiting in the next room," Baz explained. "If you agree, I will go and get him, bring him in here, and he will take you on that sofa." Chantelle looked where he was pointing. Sam and her usually had sex in a bed, but it would serve a purpose in the circumstances. "And... how are you going to know we've done it?" she asked. "Another lie detector test?" "No," Baz smiled. "Me, Rochelle and Adam are going to watch." Rochelle spoke up at this point. "No. No! I'm not watching Sam fuck Chantelle!" she complained. Chantelle looked from Baz to Rochelle and back again. As good a friend as Rochelle was, Chantelle didn't really want to have sex in front of her. She'd never had sex in front of anyone before and had no inclination to change this. And add to that two guys she hardly knew - Baz and Sam's best man Adam. It sounded incredibly embarrassing, and not something she'd volunteer for, but if it was a choice between that and the ceremony being cancelled... "Rochelle, it's going to be way more embarrassing for me than it is for you," she pleaded. "Please, for me, so I can have my perfect wedding?" Rochelle looked at her friend, weighing up whether to agree. Eventually she nodded. "Thank you," Chantelle smiled. "OK, bend over the sofa, lift your dress up and drop your knickers so he's got nice easy access," Baz instructed. It was clear from his tone of voice that he was enjoying this, and a bulge in his pants confirmed it. Chantelle couldn't believe she was actually going to have sex in her wedding dress in front of her best friend and two guys she hardly knew. Still, she could feel herself starting to get tingly between her legs. She was actually getting excited by this. She knew now why Baz had denied them both sex for the last month - even though normally she would have been too embarrassed to get aroused in front of people, her desperation for sexual contact with Sam was overriding her embarrassment. She knew it was traditional to have sex after the ceremony, but fuck tradition, she wanted him now. Chantelle knelt on the sofa on her hands and knees, then asked Rochelle to help her lift up the dress. When she had been picking the dress she had never envisaged this situation, so had no idea how easily it would lift to expose her below the waist. It was certainly not easy, and the two of them struggled with the dress to get it lifted up sufficiently so that she was sufficiently exposed. It didn't look its best all scrunched up like that, but it got it out of the way. Chantelle had to ask Rochelle to remove her knickers for her. She could feel herself blushing as she asked; it was after all a strange favour to ask from your friend. Rochelle didn't object though, and her knickers were soon on their way down her legs, leaving her feeling very exposed. Once Rochelle had pulled Chantelle's knickers over her shoes Chantelle was aware that she was now naked from the waist down and completely exposed. Baz was not in a hurry to go and fetch Sam, taking a long look at what she had put on display. The most embarrassing thing of all was that Chantelle knew her pussy would be betraying her arousal; that Baz would know his plan had worked and that she was desperate for Sam's cock. She wondered if Baz had filled Sam in on the plan, or if he was still completely innocent of Baz's plan, completely unaware that his bride was now knelt on a sofa with Baz staring at her exposed pussy. The Wedding Deal "There's one more thing I need to tell you," Baz said. Chantelle didn't say anything. She just wanted Sam in here quickly. She needed him inside her so much. She wished Baz wouldn't delay any longer. "To fulfil my third condition, Sam must take you anally," Baz said, calmly, as if making pleasant small talk about the weather. Chantelle almost jumped up and confronted Baz. How could he suddenly change the rules like that? Here she was knelt on a sofa with everything on display, waiting for her fiancé's cock in her pussy, and now suddenly it had all changed. Sure, it was the same guy, same cock, same sofa. But now Baz was suggesting that it slip into her a couple of inches back from her pussy, into that very different, tight, forbidden hole. She had never even considered having anal sex; no guy had ever asked her for it. It was something people did in porn, not in real life. She had a perfectly functional pussy, why did a guy need to use the rear entry? As far as she was aware Sam had never had an interest either: he'd taken her up her pussy plenty of times, but she'd never imagined he would ever slip inside her from behind. She could refuse, cancel the wedding, plan something on a smaller scale. She hadn't lost anything really, had she? It was Baz who would have wasted all his money. But then, it was all here, all set up, ready - it would be such a shame. She wanted to get married to Sam so badly, wanted to be his wife today. She was here now, on the sofa, everything on show. What harm could a cock up her bottom do, really? "OK, fine, go and get him," Chantelle said. Baz smiled and headed next door, where Sam and Adam were waiting. Sam had been getting increasingly nervous as the time ticked down to the start of the ceremony. Baz explained his third condition quickly, enjoying watching the expressions on the guys' faces - confusion, anger, excitement. When he explained that Chantelle was already on the sofa, dress up, knickers off, pussy out, he noticed Adam turn away from his slightly and adjust his suit, as if trying to hide a growing erection. When Baz explained the final rule, that Sam would be inserting his cock not into her aroused pussy but into her tight virgin asshole, Sam objected. "Chantelle will never agree to that!" he said, angry that Baz had ruined an otherwise perfect plan. "She already has," Baz smiled. "Chantelle? Agreed to anal?" Sam said, unable to hide his surprise. "Yep, her ass is all yours," Baz smiled. The two followed Baz back into the garden room, where as promised Chantelle was positioned ready on the sofa, pussy peeking from between her slightly parted legs. Sam noticed Adam staring at his fiancée's pussy and was about to punch him, but then he realised that this was all part of the deal; Adam was going to watch him take his beloved's anal cherry. Baz had got her in this position deliberately so that she would be on display; Sam was not allowed to object to Adam seeing Chantelle's most private parts. Baz handed Sam a bottle of lube, then gestured towards his fiancée. Sam checked the clock and could see that only a quarter of an hour remained until Chantelle was supposed to be walking down the aisle towards him in her white dress. It was strange to see that symbol of her innocence now collected around her upper half leaving her completely exposed below her waist. Sam walked towards Chantelle, his eyes unable to avoid focussing between her legs, where he could see how excited she was. He had an erection bulging in his pants, and after a month of not being allowed to touch her he couldn't wait to get himself inside her, but her moist pussy was still off limits. He looked at her bare bottom; Chantelle had a great butt, but he'd never thought he'd be taking her up it. Chantelle looked at him as he approached and smiled. "Hi baby," she said. "Hi honey," he replied. "Are you OK for me to do this? Up your butt?" She bit her lip and nodded nervously. Chantelle looked at the clock and Sam's eyes followed her gaze. There were less than fifteen minutes to go now. He was sure that he wouldn't last long, but he needed to be finished in good time for them both to make it over to where the ceremony was being held. Sam unbuckled his belt and let his trousers fall round his ankles. He looked over at Rochelle who had now lost her objections to watching and had her eyes at crotch height, looking forward to seeing the groom's erect cock. Sam hardly knew Rochelle and was self-conscious about dropping his boxers in front of her, but after all Chantelle had shown her pussy to Baz and Adam. He dropped his boxers and his cock sprang out. Sam knelt on the sofa behind Chantelle, trying not to think about the fact that he now had an audience, that the three other people in the room were now moving round to get a good view of what was about to happen. It was weird enough that he was just about to take his fiancée's anal cherry, even weirder that he was doing so still almost fully dressed in his expensive suit and with Chantelle's top half concealed by a wedding dress. The fact that three people they knew were going to witness every thrust was just too weird to contemplate. Sam opened the bottle of lube and poured some onto his hand: he'd never had to use lube before, Chantelle's pussy had always managed to lubricate itself perfectly well, and were he taking her up her pussy now he would have no problems. But he wanted to make sure he was nice and lubricated so that he could slip into her anus as smoothly as possible. He lathered the lube over his cock, taking the opportunity to fit in a few sneaky hand thrusts, sending pleasure through his body. Chantelle watched over her shoulder, hoping that it would ease his cock's passage into her anus. She was nervous about how tight it would be, about how it wasn't designed to accommodate a cock, especially not one of Sam's size. He filled her pussy wonderfully, but he would be a tight fit up her back passage. He pulled her butt cheeks apart, and she felt completely exposed, even more so than before. She hoped that the others couldn't see her exposed anal bud, but was embarrassed enough about Sam seeing it. He'd seen every other part of her body before but he'd never parted her cheeks like this and had a perfect view between them. Sam pushed against her anus with a couple of fingers, the first touch she had had from him in a month. Her body thrilled at the physical contact, and her pussy tingled harder, demanding action. Sam slipped his fingers inside her, their journey eased by the slippery lube which clung to them, Chantelle being entered from the rear for the first time in her life. It felt strange and weird, but his touch excited the nerve endings around the entrance, sending a naughty feeling to Chantelle's brain. Her pussy tingled more, demanding to know why it was being denied the touch that her anus was enjoying, telling her that it could make better use of Sam's fingers. Sam slid his fingers deeper in, exploring her hidden depths, the one part of her body that had until now been private from him, now offered to him, possessed by him. She tried to familiarise herself with the feeling of him inside her anus, knowing that soon it would be his whole cock occupying her, and she would let him, pay the price for this dress she was wearing, for the perfect day she was about to enjoy. Sam took his time exploring her, massaging the inside of her passage, familiarising himself with its warmth and tightness. His cock was begging to enter her, to explore where his fingers were venturing, and he knew that in a few minutes he must take her, complete the challenge, fulfil the final requirement. His cock glistened with the lube, the head shining with pre-cum. Her pussy was wet too, but unlike his cock it was going to be unsatisfied. Eventually he let his fingers slip out, leaving her empty but anticipating his full entry. He looked over at his audience, all three of whom had fixed their eyes on his beloved's bare backside, watching his fingers disappear inside her, exploring her. He looked up at her face which was flushed red with excitement, her nerves hidden with a smile. Sam rubbed her exposed pussy gently with his clean fingers, and her whole body tingled with excitement. The return of his fingers to her pussy after such a prolonged absence was so welcome, her clit begging to be touched as he teased her by keeping his fingers just below it. Despite the audience she started to sigh with satisfaction, letting her friend and the two guys hear noises that were usually reserved for the bedroom. She could feel her face screwing up with the contortion of pleasure, but as his hand started to rub more furiously, with the expertise that had come with practice, she couldn't help but be taken over by her arousal. "My clit, fucking play with my clit," she ordered, wanting to do the job herself but knowing that he was in full control of her pussy. Her complaint were unresolved, but he continued to tease her, manipulating her moist swollen lips between his experienced fingers, getting her more and more aroused but without giving her the clit play or penetration she so desperately needed to climax. She noticed the clock behind Baz, counting down the minutes left until the ceremony was due to commence. There were less than ten minutes to go. She could have stayed here all day enjoying the warm satisfaction that was filling her body, but she had somewhere to be, and before that something had to happen. His cock needed to fill her, but not in the way that her body was desperately begging for. Her tingling pussy was going to have to wait, it was her anus that was going to have to accommodate him. "You need to get in me, now!" she instructed him. Their friends and family would be taking their seats just a five minute walk away, waiting for her to walk up the aisle in her beautiful dress, completely oblivious to the fact that here she was with it lifted up, begging her groom to take her from behind. The rubbing stopped as Sam lubed up his cock some more for good measure. He knew it would not take much for him to come, to orgasm inside her tight virgin back passage. He'd never imagined his beautiful Chantelle begging him to take her that way, to fill her up from behind whilst leaving her wet pussy empty. He parted her butt cheeks again and dripped some of the lube onto her tight anal bud, then pushed the head of his cock against her, the tightness of her rear entry contrasting with how easily his cock would have slid inside her moist pussy. He could feel her tense at the contact, then relax as she did her best to make herself ready for him. If he entered her now as his fiancée, tonight he would enter her as his wife. Sam pushed himself in, gently but firmly, her passage opening out to accommodate him, the lube easing his access, but her tightness giving him an intense feeling, every inch more pleasurable than the last, his cock thanking him profusely for this new sensation. Chantelle felt herself opened up by him, occupied by him. It was Sam's cock, she reminded herself, that cock she loved, that had given her so much pleasure, that was going to give her so much more pleasure over their married life. It was welcome in any part of her, even in her anus. She'd given him access to every other part of her ages ago, now it was time to give him access to the final part of her. Her body was confused by what it was feeling; it knew it wanted him inside it, but it also knew that her pussy was still empty, whilst her backside felt strangely full. He pushed his full length inside, the feeling strange but not painful, intense but not unbearable. The feeling of his balls resting against her bottom was both familiar and strange at the same time. Chantelle looked over at their audience. The two guys were focussed on the other end of the sofa to her head, watching Sam's cock bury itself deep inside her anus. She couldn't see what they were seeing but she could feel it: what was hidden to them was very obvious to her, squeezed tightly inside her back passage. She looked at Baz, the reason why Sam's cock was now up her backside, wondering if he'd ever expected she'd actually agree to this, hoping that he'd kept his side of the deal by booking the wedding as agreed. Rochelle had her eyes fixed on Chantelle's face, her expression one of nervous fascination. Chantelle wondered if Rochelle had ever taken it up her anus, wondered how Rochelle felt about the fact that Chantelle was positioned there in front of her on her hands and knees with a large cock fully inserted into her bottom. The guys both had prominent bulges in their trousers; Chantelle looked at Rochelle's crotch, wondering if she had a moist pussy, wondering if she was waiting for this to be over so that she could go and spend some private time with her own pussy. Rochelle was lucky as a girl that she could hide her own arousal, but bride Chantelle had been denied that modesty, with everyone seeing just how excited she was. Sam started to thrust himself very slowly in and out, groaning and grunting with pleasure. He wished now that he had tried anal ages ago, and was grateful to Baz for giving him the opportunity to enjoy this secret pleasure. He'd been looking forward to the wedding night for ages, but Baz's early wedding present to him had already made his wedding day. His gentle thrusts were partially out of consideration for his fiancée, wanting to allow her to adjust to this new sensation, making sure he didn't hurt her, and partially out of wanting to make himself last. After a month of masturbation only, he was finding it very difficult to hold off from his climax. Having given him the gift, Baz was also taking it from him, the pre-wedding rule making a long session inside her impossible. Sam loved to play with Chantelle's tits - they were his favourite feature of her. His hands itched to grab and squeeze and tickle, but they were buried under piles of white fabric, completely inaccessible to him, so instead he played with her pussy, finally treating her to that pleasure she had been craving for so long. Chantelle had always had a very sensitive clit, especially when she was as aroused as she was now, and Sam's expert touch more than compensated for the fact that her pussy was empty. She was starting to get used to that gentle thrust of his hard cock up her anus, starting to appreciate that unusual and unfamiliar sensation coming from all those nerve endings his cock was rubbing against. She loved how gentle he was being with her, how even in these strange surroundings, even under these unusual rules, he was thinking of her, doing his best to make it comfy and enjoyable for her. But her eye was on the time again. Five minutes until the ceremony. She'd come so far, done so much, taken a thrusting cock up her anus, but she needed him to cum in the next five minutes to make it all worthwhile. "Harder, baby," she asked between panting, barely able to believe she was uttering those words, hoping her poor bottom would forgive her. Sam was too aroused to ask questions, quickening his thrusts, moaning and groaning and swearing and telling her how beautiful she was. The pleasure became ever more overwhelming, the control of his gentle motions abandoned now as he now thrust as hard as he could, giving his body over to his instincts. Chantelle panted and screwed her face up against the intensity of his new approach, looking down at her wedding dress and focussing on walking up the aisle as she reminded herself why she had agreed to this and desperately waiting for that... twitch. Sam's climax came as a relief to both Chantelle and himself; for Chantelle because the thrusting subsided just as it was becoming hard to manage, for Sam because he had finally released all the pent up desire that had built within him over the past month, and done it in the most pleasurable way he had ever experienced. Chantelle's pussy still buzzed with arousal, her whole body still hot and red and tingling. A cock in her pussy was off the cards, but she desperately needed his attention returned to her clit, needed him to push her over the edge, to give her her own climax. But Sam was pulling up his pants behind her now, standing up whilst she was still in position, her pussy and butt still presented for action. Rochelle approached Chantelle and said "c'mon honey, we've got to get you married." Chantelle wanted to talk to Sam, discuss what had just happened, cuddle and kiss him and get her arms all over him now she was allowed, hump his leg, have him rub her to orgasm. But Baz and Adam were already leading Sam off, hurrying to the room where they were to get married before he had even straightened his fine clothing. Rochelle could never have imagined having to assist Chantelle in this situation when she agreed to be chief bridesmaid, but she did her job admirably. She had been holding on to Chantelle's knickers since she removed them for her what seemed like an age ago. She helped Chantelle back into them, pleased that her friends private parts were now covered again, her modesty restored. As she pulled the underwear back up her friend's legs, she couldn't help but notice that her friend's pussy was still slightly moist and aroused. Chantelle stood up and together they straightened her dress to cover her properly again, just as the clock chimed to signal the time that was the start of the ceremony. Chantelle had kept her part of the deal, and now it was time for her reward. As the two hurried over to the venue, Rochelle nervously asked: "How was it?" Chantelle thought for a second. "OK actually... it... it felt quite nice once I got used to it... until the end." Rochelle smiled. She'd winced herself as she'd watched how hard Sam had taken Chantelle towards the end. "Are you sore?" she asked. "A little bit," Chantelle admitted. "Not horrible sore, just that I can still feel where he was, it's weird." "You're going to be walking up the aisle, thinking about his cock up your butt, aren't you?" Rochelle asked. "Yeah," Chantelle smiled. "I mean - I've still got his cum in there." They walked back the fire breathers, dressed exactly as Chantelle had specified. Baz had done as he had promised; this was the moment out of her fantasies brought to life. She paused for a second to watch as a tower of flame erupted from one of the men's mouths. She looked at Rochelle, who had a faraway look on her face. She was clearly still thinking about Chantelle's last comment. Chantelle's arousal had almost completely subsided now, her mind shifting to today's ceremony, the commitment she was just about to make. But her excitement made her tingle just a little more, heightened her senses just a little above the usual. She imagined Rochelle was feeling the same. "Did you... how did you feel about that? What you saw?" Chantelle asked. "I was getting a bit - you know," Rochelle said, looking down at her own crotch, blushing slightly. Chantelle smiled. "He's... he's quite hot, that Baz guy, isn't he?" Rochelle ventured. "Do you think he's single?" "I don't know," Chantelle admitted. "Shall I ask him?" Rochelle suddenly went all shy but said quietly, "well, y' know, only if it... comes up in conversation or something." They had reached the entrance to the large room in which the ceremony was being held. It was time. Chantelle walked up the aisle, everyone there as promised, the venue exactly how she had dreamed. Sam was stood there at the end of the aisle, waiting for her. She looked stunningly beautiful, and he couldn't believe he was getting to marry her. It was a totally different view to the one he had had just five minutes before, but he loved both. Whilst he was excited and aroused, he wanted nothing more than to see Chantelle naked and thrust himself inside her, but now he was satisfied and calm, seeing her beautiful smile, her body adorned in that expensive, perfect dress, he couldn't have been a happier guy. The Wedding Deal As Chantelle made it to the end of the aisle the two exchanged a long loving look into each other's eyes. Most people in that room would have merely seen it as them being pleased to see each other for the first time that day, assuming the traditional separation prior to the ceremony. Only three other people in the room knew what had just happened between them. Baz had kept his promise, and everything was exactly how Chantelle had dreamed it, not a single detail wrong. It was so perfect that Chantelle felt getting to watch her have her first anal was not payment enough, that he needed a further reward. She had a private conversation with Baz, then another with Rochelle. That night Rochelle did not have to retire to her room alone to deal with her as yet unsatisfied arousal. She disappeared off with a smirk on her face, Baz not far behind. When the festivities were finally over, Chantelle found Sam and told him she thought it about time they were heading up to their room. Sam agreed, and said that he would be along in a couple of minutes. Chantelle urged him not to be long. By the time Sam walked into the room, Chantelle was already lying on the bed naked, legs wide open, touching herself. Even a couple of minutes had seemed too long to wait. "C'mon babe, come join me," she urged, looking over at him, then slowing her rubbing slightly as she noticed what he was carrying. "What's that?" she said, still working her clit gently. Sam brought the box closer to her. Inside she could see lots and lots of folded up pieces of paper. "Well, I enjoyed our sex so much earlier, I asked Baz if he had any more ideas for our honeymoon," Sam said, his eyes flickering onto Chantelle's crotch where she was still stroking her clit gently. "And... er... it turned out he had quite a lot," Sam smiled. "We have to get through all of those on our honeymoon?" Chantelle asked, looking at all the folded pieces of paper. She could see that they were going to be spending a lot of time in the bedroom. "Yeah," Sam smiled. "Guess we'd better get started tonight?" "OK," Chantelle said, reaching into the box and pulling out a piece of paper at random. She unfolded it, read it to herself, then said to Sam, "I guess you'd better go and get the lube." The Wedding Domme The groom stood waiting anxiously happy for his bride-to-be, and the bride-to-be was wrapped around my waist as I tongued her ear and bit her neck lustfully. She pled through giggles to not leave any hickeys for anyone to see, but I don't really give a fuck what everyone sees. I pin the bride against the wall of her dressing room while falling to my knees and lifting her left leg over my right shoulder. My tongue now began to devour and savor the erotic juices flowing from the brides eager and pent up urges. I had her right where I wanted her as I entered three fingers into her sweet little cunt and began thrusting hard and fast. Her moans were starting to get me aroused. I lifted her into my arms quickly when I stood up from the floor. Pinning her against the wall opposite to the one we were just using. Her under gown stopped just above her bald pubic mound. Reaching under her firm and soft ass I wrapped her legs around my waist as I pushed the turgid rubber dick between her legs. The leather straps of the harness around my waist held the phallic intruder in place as I fucked the blushing bride harder than she had ever been fucked by the incompetent bridegroom awaiting her at the end of the aisle. This little bitch had it coming ever since I started making her dress four months ago. ~ I would see her a few times a week to make minor adjustments here and there, but one day when she came in for a premarital fitting I noticed that she wasn't wearing any panties. Well, needless to say I couldn't wait to get her alone. Once her friends had left to check on the cake halfway across town I backed her into a corner of the fitting room and slipped my fingers right up against those moistened pussy lips of hers. She let out a sigh and begged me not to tell anyone after I ate her out and gave her the best orgasm she had ever felt in her life. I agreed not to say anything, and we continued to fuck each other once a month and sometimes twice a week every month. ~ So back to the present situation where I'm fucking this dirty little slut with my best and widest strap-on. Her breathing starts to grow quicker and heavier, and she lets out little mewls of ecstasy every time I thrust hard against her cervix. She begs me for release and I give it to her as I bend her over, grip her hips roughly and start to fuck her tight little cunt as hard and as fast as I can manage. She screamed my name when she clinched her sweet little pussy lips around the dildo within her moist little snatch. She limps down to the floor as I roll her on her back and begin quickly tonguing her swollen clit and making her clinch her fists on the curtains behind her. When I push two fingers inside her wet hole she screams in pleasure and yanks the curtains from the rod over the window. Luckily for the both of us the shutters were closed from the inside. I quickly stopped fingering her when she had her second orgasm and climbed over her pressing my own clit hard against her eager tongue. She quickly darted her tongue impatiently over my clit as she tried to make me cum. Finally she hit my sweet spot and I started riding her tongue hard and fast as she continued to drive me closer to an orgasm. I leaned back and pinned her hands to the floor as my pussy rode her mouth while she manipulated my clit like a naughty little novice. I started to feel myself contract my muscles and was rushed with an amazing orgasm as I came onto her tongue. She lapped up any of my escaping pussy juices and we both stood slowly. She leaned back against the wall at first to catch her breath while I lit a cigarette that I got from my jacket on the bed. The blushing bride sauntered over to me and wrapped her arms around my waist and thanked me for her amazing orgasms over the past few months. My naughty little slut will want more. The pleasures of being a domme never get old. Now for the next bride-to-bed, oops, I mean, bride-to-be. The Wedding Domme - Seduction Wondering into the bar that night, I began to question why I showed up there in the first place. Maybe I wanted a stiff drink, maybe I wanted a stiff cock, or maybe—just maybe – I wanted to give a stiff cock to an unexpectedly lucky lady. Either way, when she walked in moments after my second beer and my third game of pool, I knew I had to have her. How would I go about making her submit to my willful and sexual desires? Feeling like a sexual hunter—my strap-on dildo secured inside my boxer briefs –I cunningly glared at and surveyed her every move while I played my fourth game of pool. She had come along with a group of very attractive girl-friends, but none of them captivated me as much as she did. Her long and curly hair waved just over her spectacled face. Her glasses giving her a submissive tone—shy, lonely, and naïve. Even with all of those other girls surrounding her, she still seemed like she'd rather be somewhere else. It was an 'anywhere-but-here' type of vaguely distraught countenance. As she turned to the bar, I decided to eye-up her figure. She had wonderfully pronounced hips, long and seemingly toned legs; although her ruffled jacket hid most of her abdomen, I could still see that she had a decent amount of belly over what looked like toned muscle. She's probably a college girl; just here because her friends had dragged her along for the ride. Now it was my time to strike conversation. I could tell she didn't want to be here, and I was going to give her every reason to leave... with me. I strode up next to her at the bar, ordered four shots of tequila, slammed two of them with no problem, and walked away. While I began walking away, she touched my shoulder; pretty bold move for a submissive college girl—if I may so say. I turned in response, "what is it?" I questioned her with a glare, and she went full submissive. I couldn't help but let a smirk creep along my face. Her eyes widened, pupils dilated and watery with fear, and her arms had just a hint of goose-bumps. "I think... I think that you left these two shots here by mistake, miss" her scrabbling accusation was too endearing to refuse. With the aforementioned smirk, "I believe you are correct" I retorted, "help yourself, if you want them." "I'm not much of a tequila drinker" she blanched, and her cheeks grew a bit of blush beneath their pigment. "What do you prefer to drink, absinthe?" I joked with a snarky attitude, still carrying that smirk from earlier. Her eyes lit up, and she bit her lower lip. "I usually stick to red wines, or whatever malt liquor I can afford..." still seeming to fumble with her words, she began fingering the ruffles of her jacket; taking this chance I took her hand in mine cautiously, leaned in with my mouth close to her ear, and whispered, "I have red wine at my place. Two blocks from here. Want to join me?" Her eyes widened at my request, and I could finally see them sparkle emerald-green with light tinges of blue. It took every ounce of willpower I had to not take her in my arms and kiss her right then and there in the middle of the bar. Luckily, she agreed rather quickly to join me for some red wine. Even if I was close to being ten shades of tipsy, I still had enough control to woo this college girl off her feet and hopefully out of her faded jeans. We walked three blocks from the bar to my apartment; opening the door, she walked in after I half stumbled in with key in hand. "Make yourself at home..." I blurted out as I stepped into the kitchen to retrieve the last bottle of red wine; I can't recall what the name of it was. To my elation—out of all of the places she could possibly sit –she sat on my king-sized bed at the far corner of my apartment. I ambled over to her, gazing at how gently her slender and pale fingers sprawled over my black comforter. "I don't really have any glasses at the moment, sorry..." my voice cracked a tad when I handed her the bottle of red wine. "That's fine..." she exclaimed in a cavalier tone with a gentle smile, her fingers wrapped elegantly around the neck of the bottle as she took a large drink from it. "Whoa..." was my initial statement, "Take it easy there, babe" her eyes closed as she set the bottle carefully to the floor and laid back on my bed. "I love this bed" her suddenly vocal mood shocked my inebriated mind at first, but I took this chance to calm myself down by lying next to her on the bed. My hands slowly rising over her now revealed midriff, she didn't seem to stop me, so I continued with my venturing eager hands. I slowly ran my fingernails over her belly and sides, and she let out a small sigh of what seemed to be pleasure. I stood up and removed my shirt quickly; my unhindered breasts drooped and bounced loose into their usual teardrop shapes. She moaned a bit at my absence, but when I returned she lifted her arms over her head and stared up at me expectantly. I slowly guided her ruffled jacket off of her torso, only to discover she was wearing a white undershirt with no bra; her nipples had grown taut from the cool air of the apartment. She looked up at me with lust in her eyes; I couldn't tell if it was genuine lust, or if it was just the alcohol. I went with lust; she hadn't even been at the bar for an hour, and I was watching her every order since she arrived. "Are you ready for this?" I asked her with a smirk, "Once I start, I won't stop until you tell me to stop..." with my last words, her eyes widened with lust behind her glasses, and she smiled up at me and nodded as I straddled her faded jean-covered waist. Her hands rose up to my shoulders and she arched her back, "please... Please take me" she fumbled with her request. I quickly removed her jeans, tossing them to the floor of the apartment. I leaned back to grab the bottle of red wine, and slowly poured a splash of it over her perked and taut breasts. She moaned at the chilling wine as it roamed its way across her breasts and abdomen. I let the bottle clatter to the floor when I leaned down to her; one hand pushing aside her panties and guiding my black rubber cock toward her entrance; my other hand began kneading her left breast while my mouth teased her right breast with my teeth clinching her nipple and my tongue laving over it constantly. She groaned loudly as I forced my faux cock deep inside her, relishing the rhythm I was building as I moved faster and harder with each thrust. "Oh, fuck!" she exclaimed as I pinched her right nipple between my teeth, her left nipple between my right thumb and middle finger; she started whimpering little pleas when I pressed my left thumb against her clit, now massaging both her breasts and clit while I fucked against her g-spot hard and fast, "please... please, can I—oh, fuck!" was all she could muster when I firmly gripped her hips with both hands and relentlessly fucked her as hard as I could, "oh, my fucking god! Please let me cum! Please? P... Please... can I please cum for you? FUCK!" her last plea was met with a slap across her left breast. "You will only be allowed to cum when you address me as your mistress! Understood?" I questioned her with more of an ordering tone. "Oh, yes, Mistress. Whatever you want..." she let out between heavy breathing as I continued to fuck her at a slower pace now, teasing her to the edge of climax, "Can I please cum for you, Mistress? All I want is to please you. Please let me cum on your hard cock. Ple..." I didn't allow her to finish her plea for climax; I covered her mouth while I fucked her hard and fast once more, pounding against her g-spot every time. "Cum for me, like a good girl" I commanded, "are you going to be a good girl and cum for me?" I questioned as I saw her eyes widen when I quickened my pace. She nodded quickly, over and over as her climax tore through her body. I held her wrists above her head with one hand, and pounded her tight little college pussy as hard as I could while still covering her mouth with my other hand. Her beautiful green eyes started to glaze over with lust in aftergasm. Her gorgeous curly black hair now drenched around the hairline of her forehead, and her glasses fogged over from the heat that rose from her chest and blushing cheeks. She arched her back with one last thrust to meet my black rubber cock, and then collapsed onto the bed beneath us, "Holy fuck..." she let out once I removed my hand from over her mouth, "I haven't been fucked like that ever..." she closed her eyes as she spoke, "Can you fuck me again? Please, Mistress?" her hands wandered up my sides and clasped behind my back as she hugged me at the waist. "Of course I will. All in due time, little girl" my words were tainted by the coy grin that now took over my face. This little girl has no idea what she is asking for, and I wasn't about to tell her... at least, not yet. The Wedding Dress Zoe was delighted to see her dad arrive - not just to see him, Alan brought with him Zoe's wedding dress. The 24 year old was only a few weeks from her wedding day. She lived away from the family home where her sister was making the wedding dress, so Alan took the opportunity of being in the area on business to give Zoe another chance to check her dress needed no further alternations. After an evening meal together Zoe went to try on her dress. Alan, a handsome, well groomed and physically fit business man in his late forties, was a loving family man - he made Zoe even happier when he announced he had some hash for her - having brought up his family he now enjoyed himself with some of life's finer aspects. Alan busied himself with rolling a few joints as he waited for his eldest daughter's opinion on the dress. Zoe entered the room gracefully - Alan got a lump in his throat as his daughter stood before him in her ivory silk gown. He told her she looked beautiful. "I never want to take it off" said Zoe, delighting in the way she felt. Alan lit a joint and handed it to Zoe. She slumped down beside him on the sofa and the smoked and talked for a while. The joint finished, Zoe sprung to her feet "Teach me to dance - I need to know how to waltz for the first dance" she laughed excitedly. Zoe pulled her dad to his feet. They laughed as they got into position, Alan gave Zoe the instructions and he hummed a waltz tune and off they went. Alan guided his daughter around the room, he held her close as he thought he saw the emotion come over her. Zoe shed a tear. Alan re-assured her, wedding nerves, second thoughts, he said what he thought she'd want to hear. "It isn't that dad" she said resting her head on her dad shoulder "You are the most loving man in the world and I don't want to ever be without you". Zoe burst into tears, she fled for her room. Alan let her be for a few minutes. When he went to check on her, Zoe was composed. "Can you undo the zip" she asked as she was trying to get out of the dress. Alan unzipped the dress and eased it down Zoe's body to allow her to step over it. Alan couldn't help but take in the sight of Zoe in her ivory silk chemise. He hanged the dress on its hanger as Zoe put on her dressing gown. She smiled at her dad, he went to hug her, but Zoe stopped with a hand on his chest. Alan was stunned as Zoe kissed him full on the mouth, Alan couldn't help respond and they kissed passionately. Alan grabbed his daughter close losing himself in the moment, he gathered handfuls of her dressing gown as he did so, Zoe held her dad's head, ran her fingers through his greying hair. It was as if both father and daughter were pumped full of electricity, as if they'd been holding back for the last few years of Zoe's adult life. Alan's cock bulged in his trousers as he pressed against the firm body of Zoe, she slipped a hand down and felt it through this trousers, she let out an expression of pleasure. Together they fell onto the bed, Zoe panted to catch her breath, Alan kissed her gently, re-assuring her, before opening her dressing gown. Zoe stretched to Alan's zip and tried to open it. He obliged by sitting up, and easing his trousers down, then slid down his boxer shorts. Alan proceeded to strip naked for his daughter. Zoe got up to kneel on the bed - face to face with her dad - they again kissed, this time she explored his body with her hands, his strong chest, his firm stomach and ass, and most of all his hardened cock.Alan delighted in feeling Zoe's ass through the gown and underwear, he had often thought un-fatherly thought in the past about her perfectly sized ass, and now he was groping away at it. Both were in heaven. Hot with desire, Zoe let her dressing gown drop, her father pushed her back gently and she fell willingly infront of him. Alan hung over Zoe, she smiled lovingly back, then he pushed up her chemise and whipped down her soft satin knickers to expose her eager, moist pussy. Parting her legs a little, Alan moved straight in for her pussy with his mouth. He drew back at that first salty taste, licked his lips, parted her pussy a little more and began tonguing, lapping, licking out her daughters pussy. With tongue, lips and fingers Alan busied himself sucking out the pussy and rubbing her clit expertly, wallowing in the joys of hearing Zoe moan happily. His cock was bulging so much now, he so wanted to fuck Zoe but so wanted to make this the best experience Zoe had ever had. Alan need not have worried. Zoe was higher on this than on any drug. As her pussy tingled at her fathers undivided attention, she sucked on a finger, moaned, pushed off her chemise from a shoulder and fingered one of her nipples. There were stars in Zoe's eyes, she swore and grunted, the animal aroused within her - she tensed her body, her juices following, arched her belly forward and sank limp back onto the bed. She could take no more, it was beginning to hurt. Alan got the message. He crawled up to face his daughter, mouth glistening with her juices, they smiled and kissed lovingly, not so passionately now. They both needed the re-assurance each others kiss had. Zoe sealed the re-assurance by taking hold of her dad's cock. Alan mounted his daughter and guided his cock into her warm, welcoming pussy. He smiled down at his beautiful girl, she bit her lip in an expression of a little discomfort - but she wanted this too. On her smile, Alan began to gently fuck his eldest daughter. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold out for long, so made the most of it - long, slow thrusts, delighting in the feel of Zoe as he did, deep, deep inside her,back and forth he went - then faster, Zoe again moaned in rhythm, Alan panted, faster and faster then filled her with his cum. They lay together for a few minutes, Zoe clasped her pussy in on hand, Alan lay back looking into Zoe's eyes. Then the guilt hit Alan. He jumped out of bed and gathered his clothes and left. Zoe pulled on her dressing gown, and slowly went after him. Alan had gone to the bathroom to shower and dress. Zoe waited in the lounge, made coffee and lit a joint. As Alan walked sheepishly back into the room Zoe smiled and announced "That was the best sex ever!" - they briefly argued the wrongs and rights of it before letting the matter rest. After a time Zoe went back to the bedroom to dress. She took sometime as unbeknown to her father she dressed again in her bridal wear and this time applied her makeup also. Alan was surprised to see Zoe wearing the dress again. She sat down beside her father and the two of them kissed again. "Will you take me wearing this" Zoe almost pleaded with her dad. Totally turned on by the thought Alan protested "I have to give you away, how can I look at you on the day knowing I've fucked you wearing that". Zoe was embarrassed and left for the kitchen, Alan followed her, telling her he wanted to fuck her again but couldn't. Zoe stood staring out a window. Alan went up behind her, put his arms around her and held her. He felt himself aroused, he nuzzled Zoe's neck, she responded by throwing her neck back for him, Alan rubbed at Zoe's pussy through the layers, she bent a little forward in excitement. Alan then grabbed at her ass, and rubbed the silks, Zoe bit her lip and sucked in the air through her teeth. Alan now knew what he wanted. They moved back to the bedroom, Alan re-assured Zoe they'd be careful with the dress. They knelt on the floor beside the bed, Alan behind Zoe, kissing her neck, feeling her body through the silks. Zoe began to gather her dress up, Alan helped lift it, he saw she now hand on white tights - as the dress was gathered higher and higher he saw they were infact stockings, with suspender belt. Zoe said she was comfortable and moved more onto the bed, still with her back to her dad, Alan caressed Zoe's silk clad ass, her soft satin knickers were so sensual, her frilly edge chemise such a turn on too, once again he tugged down knickers this time to expose her little ass. Alan fingered her pussy from behind, Zoe smiled and turned to see as much as she could as she got a deep and vigorous fingering from her dad, she got wet so quickly. Alan bent his head and kissed Zoes ass and run his tongue across the crack of her anus. With Zoe holding her dress at her waist, Alan had one finger in her pussy, and then the other began to tease her tight anus. Zoe liked the sensation, Alan saw her relax her ass cheeks and probed his finger deeper into her tight, warm ass. Placing a few more kisses on her ass Alan quickly withdrew both hands from his daughter, he whispered "Wait" and left Zoe unattended for a few seconds. She heard Alan pick something up from her dressing table and then felt him kneel back behind her again, re-assuringly caressing her again. A second later Zoe felt the cold smear of lotion touch her ass, she drew in breath and tensed again. Alan worked the lotion around the hole, finger massaging her almost. Zoe knew what was to come, she had never had this before nor was she sure she wanted it now, but this was her father, she trusted him, she knew this was wrong in so many ways and found herself paralysed by her many thoughts. The next thing Zoe realised was her dad's weight coming down on her, she hadn't been aware of him removing his trousers again and here was his hard cock brushing against her ass. His hands parted her ass cheeks and then Alan's cock nudged against Zoe's anus. Alan took his cock in one hand and began to push. Zoe gripped the bed and called out "Dad!" in a panic, looking for some reassurance, she let go of her dress and grabbed the sheets around her. There was no pain yet but she knew it would follow. Alan paid no attention to Zoe for now, he began to force his cock into his daughters tight ass, he felt a little pain as he guided the head of his cock in. Zoe ass was tight, warm and moist. Zoe cringed in pain, gasping, swearing, she let out an low moan of complaint. Alan eased a little further in as he heard Zoe catch her breath again. The tears were rolling down Zoe's face but she didn't make a sound, the pain was intense, throbbing, tight, burning her up inside. Alan too felt his cock tight inside her dry anus, he knew he hadn't put enough lotion on his cock, too late now. Now fully inside his daughter, Alan offered a little re-assurance to her, Zoe asked him to stop, but Alan couldn't - not now. He was going to enjoy bugger this ass he's watched for years before. And slowly be began to withdraw - Zoe thought he was going to get up, but he was just withdrawing to move in again - still slowly but faster than the first time - Zoe's heart sank, the pain was still great, the sensation almost unbearable, the feeling of panic overcome her - she wriggled. This only served to get Alan even more excited, his cock twitched away inside Zoe, he gently smacked her ass - he had no idea how she felt about this and to be honest he didn't care.Alan withdrew and pushed in again, faster than before, and again, and again, he was now rapidly buggering his daughter. Alan delighted in the sight of his cock disappearing up the ass of this "virginal bride". He had thoughts of buggering Zoe on her wedding day, his daughter, his bride. Zoe wriggled, the pain was still there, still intense but she was beginning to find some joy in this. The powerlessness, the tightness, the warmth and the illicitness. Zoe began to moan, now reassuring her dad that this was OK, Alan began to grunt and smack her ass harder - fit and loving this he may have been , but it hadn't been that long since he'd last come - but Zoe helped out, she began to curse "Fuck me daddy!", "Fuck your little girl!" "Fuck your whore daughter daddy!" - all this served to drive Alan wild and a few more deep thrusts really got him going, Zoe couldn't talk, she could barely stay conscious at this stage, she moaned low and long as her father filled her ass with his sticky cum. They lay shattered on the bed for some time. That night father and daughter slept together and fucked again in the morning. It wouldn't be long until Zoe was a married woman, but before that they'd meet again To Be Continued...? The Wedding Dress We’re in the wedding dress shop, the shop with the wedding dresses and the lace and the pretty, innocent pictures on the walls. The shop with the quiet, respectable pastoral music playing in the background. You want to show me a dress you saw in the window, a dress you think might be the one, the style you’ve been looking for. Wow, but we’re excited! Two weeks to go and things are coming together. Inside the shop the middle aged, middle class lady smiles politely as we enter but she is displaying just what she thinks as plainly as if she had said it outright. Me in my white jeans, new suede jacket, unshaven and with my hat, some kind of latter day beatnik poet and you in your oversized grey jumper over tight blue jeans, a vision of loveliness in wool. We tell the woman that we’re interested in the dress in the window. She tries to catch us out at our silly game of let’s pretend by asking when the wedding is. We both come out with it in unison and she seems satisfied. She turns to enter the window to retrieve the beautiful dress and as she does so I catch your eye, widen mine and pull down the sides of my mouth ‘oooOOOOOooo’. You stifle a giggle and I put my hand round your slim waist, my thumb hooked into the waist of your jeans, just a flavour of warmth from your skin on my thumb. Mrs Hospital Corners turns back with the beautiful silk creation and begins to bang on about the various virtues of the style. We make sympathetic, overawed sounds and I slip my hand surreptitiously down the back of your trousers. You do not react, cannot react and I do not give anything away but my middle finger is very happy resting as it is between the cheeks of your perfect ass. After perhaps an hour and a half of Mrs Snooty banging on about the cantilevered whatnots and the linen oojahs she finally deigns to hand it over to you. I ask if I may come into the changing room with you and she stiffens visibly (though not like me), raises one eyebrow and says she thinks that would be acceptable. I put on my best cheeky Cockney accent and say ‘thanks very much, Mrs.’ And in we go. This is one of the few shops in town with a mixed dressing room. It also has the largest dressing room in town, the size of our living room. It has a lock on the door, mirrors to all sides, benches, small but solid tables and more piped Chopin. You head over to a peg and hang up the dress. “You’re very bad, teasing that woman that way.” I lock the door behind me. “She’s only doing her job, I bet they get…” You’re voice is cut off as I come up behind you, twist you round and kiss you hard on the lips. “Aah, screw her.” I say “No, screw me.” I unbutton your jeans and stuff my hand down the front of them. You pant and gasp. You’re so wet, you slut! You knew what was coming, you planned this and it was meant to be my surprise! You try to speak but I put one finger of the hand not engulfed in the warm liquidity between your thighs up to your lips, shhh! You are stood in front of a small table and I lift you up and sit you on it. I then turn to the dress, which has a kind of a scarf affair to tie it at the waist, one could perhaps, with a lot of imagination, describe it as a belt. I whip this from the garment knowing that time is of the essence. How long have we before Mrs Snoop comes a-looking? Ten minutes? At the outside. I wrap the scarf around your eyes, wave my hand in front of it to ensure you can’t see. I lift one perfect foot and slip off a shoe then a sock. I repeat with the other. Before thirty seconds are up you are naked. Yes, utterly naked as the day you were born. I waste ten seconds standing and looking at you, at your perfect thighs, legs, belly (that belly!) breasts and, yes, up the length of that exquisite inner leg to the jewel, soaking with anticipation and pouting, waiting, wanting. Your head is tipped back, resting against the wall with your lips slightly apart. One minute thirty five. I pull up two chairs and silently place them in front of you, one to each side. You cannot hear me for I am silent as the night. I begin to strip. You are growing impatient and even whisper “Phil?” but I ignore you and you know too well to actually move or remove the scarf. Soon I too am naked save my suit of hair. I too am ready for the fuck, my penis standing out to it’s fullest extent, the foreskin drawn right back and the head swollen to the size of a small apple. I can feel the tautness of the skin pulled back. Two minutes fifteen. I stand on the chairs, one foot on each and lean forward with my hands on the wall above your head, one on each side of you. I lean forward, you have no idea I am there until the head of my dick is half an inch from your beautiful lips. Then you can feel the warmth, the fiery heat from me but you don’t know which bit of me it is. Perhaps I just mean to give you a kiss… The acorn touches your lips and you know this is no kiss. Your tongue slides out and gently pushes into the slit, the eye of my cock and suddenly you are in control. Naked and blindfold, you have me in your power and I let out a slight moan, my penis swells more and I feel as though the foreskin must split if it gets any larger so I kneel on the table, one knee to each Three minutes thirty-seven. side of your hips and pull your head gently forward onto me. You engulf me in your mouth. I push gently with my tool and pull gently with my hand on the back of your head. You could easily say no but you know what I want and you are pleased to give it. Forward you come and my dick is right to the back of your throat and yet still you seem to want more. I think you’re going to swallow me and I reach behind myself and down to your cunt, which is pouring onto the top of the table. No need for preparation, I plunge straight in with two fingers. You gasp past my dick and increase the pressure like a vacuum, I push harder with my cock and with my fingers. Five minutes dead on. I pull out of your mouth and step down to the floor and lunge at your pussy with my tongue drawn. Your moan is almost a scream as your head bumps back off the wall in surprise and delight and I track from almost at your anus, up up up onto the labia majora, parting them to pass through the labia minora and then up to your clitoris. I caress that jewel with my tongue, pinch it between my lips and you grab my hair with both hands and pull me in, in, in till I fear I will drown. You take my ears and you pull me up to be level with my face. You whisper in my ear “Fuck me…” I step back and lift you from the table. I turn you and you lean forward, your elbows on the table and that ass of yours in the air. That ass of yours… I can see your little puckered anus and below the thing to aim for, wet and inviting. Six minutes forty I come up behind you and this time there’s no teasing. You know what you want. I know what I want and our respective body parts know what they want. I push into you and I am so much bigger than usual. What if Madame Snotty has a master key? She could be upon us in a moment, now that makes me hard and I think it makes you wet too. I push into you and your head goes down so that you can bite on your wrist to prevent yourself screaming. Seven minutes In I go and I can feel the heat from your very core. Out I come and I can feel my knob tickle your clitoris. Then in again. My hands rummage round to the front of you and cup those wonderful breasts. Oh how I love your breasts, Andrea! But they cannot stay, I need the traction and so it’s back to your hips for my hands and I pick up speed. Your moaning and my moaning are mingling. But this isn’t how I want it to end. I pull out. “Don’t stop.” You plead. I just whisper hush and turn you round. Eight minutes seventeen seconds. I sit you back on your pedestal and you put your heels on the edge of the table, your vagina resting right between them, almost hanging off the table and at just the right height. Eight minutes forty. I enter you again and you grip my upper arms. I lean forward and whisper “I love you, my beautiful virgin bride to be.” You smirk and we giggle and we FUCK. In and in and out I go. Nine minutes. Suddenly you take over for a few seconds, you push me out of you and grab my penis. You begin wanking me off faster and harder than anyone has ever done including myself. Nine minutes twenty. Just as you, blind as you are, know I am about to cum you let go. You bitch! “Now come in me, come in me!” Nine minutes forty. Back inside I am fucking for my life, fucking for Britain. I am so sensitive it is as though I were on fire. I can feel the edge Nine minutes fifty coming up and it’s coming for you too. That tension in our loins and we rise and rise and nine minutes fifty five I cum. I spurt into you, the first stream must leave me at thirty miles and hour. You are screaming silently and banging one palm on the table top. Stream two is perhaps twenty miles per hour and a bead of sweat has formed between my eyes and I have tunnel vision. Sex shouldn’t be like this, it can’t be good for a man! You’re flexing your muscles in a rolling motion and squeezing me dry. Stream three… Ten minutes. Knock knock. “Is everything all right in there?” “Just coming!” We collapse in hysterics and buy a dress down the road. The Wedding Dress (Dedicated to Margaret (my Margarita) for her patience with me, for her strength and her wisdom, for bringing out all my innermost secrets, and most of all, for teaching me the meaning of devotion and love as only another woman can understand.) * It was morning ... that was obvious. I could see the first rays of sunshine streaming into the room through the openings in the drapes that had not been totally closed. The rays acted somewhat like a beacon lighting up the room. I could see the little particles of dust dancing in the golden rays of sunshine that are somehow always there ... no matter how well the room is cleaned and dusted. I remember waking up as a young girl, trying to shrug off the sleepiness in my eyes and watching the same rays of sunshine with the little particles of dust and wondering to myself ... 'what would this new day bring.' I looked up at this beautiful female face above me sitting in a straight backed chair from my kneeling position on the floor. "Even in the morning just getting out of bed, she is very beautiful," I thought to myself. The female face above me has a perfectly oval shape. She had high cheeks bones that really were the highlight of her face. She had a perfect nose ... so perfect an artist couldn't improve on it. Her lips were full and ... sensuous! Whenever I watched movement of those beautiful lips forming 'words' my heart would start to beat faster and I would hang on to every last syllable of the sound. Her skin was flawless with the external tissue layer containing just enough pigment to give it a perpetual light tan appearance. She had auburn hair and its reddish brown color was 'natural' ... it didn't come out of a bottle ... and fell down just below her neck line. But it was her eyes ... the eyes that could capture you and keep you prisoner for the rest of your life! They were a very light bluish-green, almost as warm as a bright summer sky, yet ... they could be cold as steel! She sat there looking down at me. Her perfectly manicured hands were resting on the top part of her knees. Her nails were highly polished in a light lilac color ... "no doubt to match her negligee," I thought. Then her lips started to move. And as usual, my heart started to beat faster as the movement of her lips turned to sound. "Well my little feline kitten, did you leave your manners in your cage this morning?" said the female voice above me in that 'questioning' tone of voice that always sent tremors of fear through me. "I ... I ... no, Madame ... I ...," the first feelings of fear and humbleness that I felt this new day was making it hard for my words to come out. Then, almost as though in slow motion, I saw the beautiful manicured hand rise up to the 'voice's' side ... and the lips moved again. "I? ... I? ... Is that what I heard? I ...?", the questioning tone of the female voice above said again, only this time in a tone that got higher every time a word left the sensual lips and turned into sound. I heard the 'sloosh' of the beautiful manicured hand cutting through the stillness of the air in the room. I felt a stinging pain on my face even before I heard the sound of the slap. I felt the tears begin to swell up in my eyes as I bowed my head just a little in shame. "I've been bad again," I thought to myself. "Why else would I be punished?" Then I heard the female voice above me again, only this time it was much harsher ... the tone of voice I always heard when I knew I was going be told something very important and I had better listen. "You have five minutes to keep your head down and your eyes on my feet contemplating the situation you find yourself in this morning before I have to take further action. Start now!" As I started to lower my head in obedience to the 'voice' I glanced at the legs of this beautiful woman who sat in this chair with a very sheer violet colored negligee on. I knew her well enough by now to know her favorite scent of perfume was 'lilac.' "The scent of her perfume fits in perfectly with the color of her negligee," I thought in admiration for her perfection. The negligee was parted just enough to afford me a small view of her thighs. "God," they are beautiful," I thought as I saw the thickness of them. Her thighs tapered down to very beautiful calves ... "just enough muscle to tantalize someone, but still feminine enough to win any contest she could ever enter 'for the most attractive legs'" I thought. My eyes finally reached their destination as I had been instructed by the 'voice.' I fixed my eyes on her feet. They were encased in highly polished patent leather high heels shoes. "Very seldom did I ever see her in anything but high heels," I thought to myself. The shoes were toeless, and her perfectly pedicured toes, the nails also in a highly glossy lilac color, were clearly visible to my eyes. As I kept my eyes fixed on her feet, my mind began to drift ... drift backward in time. "How did I get here," I thought to myself. Whether caused by the hard slap to my face I had just received, or by the shame I felt for making some kind of error was not too clear in my mind right now. But I felt as though I was in a light mist and my thoughts processes were being challenged. "How did all this start," my mind was asking me ... and I was searching for the answer as I drifted back in time ... ______*****____ I looked at my wrist watch while starting the car. "Damn, it was already 9 a.m., and I had an appointment at 9:30 to get fitted for my wedding ensemble. Well, ok," I thought to myself, "take it easy Dottie ... at least it wasn't a wedding gown. So it should be pretty easy." "But why did I have to go for my wedding ensemble the day before my wedding," I kept thinking as I was trying to negotiate yet another traffic jam. "Well, anyway that's what Richard told me. But I would have liked to have Jesse with me. After all, Jesse was my best girlfriend in the world," my mind was still going a mile a minute. "Jesse was the only woman I ever had an 'affair' with and I missed that part of our relationship," I was thinking. I had known Jesse since we were teenagers. We went to elementary, high school and even college together. But it wasn't until college that we discovered our true feelings for one another. It was at college that we had our really first 'girl to girl' full blown contact that lead to an explosive orgasm for each of us. Jesse was always much more assertive than I was, and she had taken the 'lead' in bringing this part of our relationship to fruition. After that, we practically were inseparable ... until she got married. "God, I missed this part of Jesse so much," I was thinking. "But Jesse is married now, has two kids and we really don't see that much of each other anymore," I was trying to modify my own thoughts, trying as best I could to get my mind back on the events that would be taking place tomorrow. "But she was helping me a little with my wedding and I would have liked to have her with me today." I had met Richard just one year ago tomorrow. We were getting married on the one year anniversary from the day we met. "Neat," I thought to myself. "We met and are getting married on sort of our anniversary." For some reason, that thought seemed to cheer me up a little. I really didn't care for Richard the first few times we dated. "Oh, it wasn't because he wasn't handsome. God, there were a lot of girls that would kill to be getting married to him," again my mind was working overtime. "At first he just seemed kind of snobbish, you know, the uppity class that came from wealth ... maybe even a bit eccentric. One year after we are married, Richard would be getting his share of a trust fund his grandfather had set up for him. Well over twenty-five million dollars. Not bad for a girl that had to work her way through college." I turned right onto Crestwood Boulevard. "Oh shit, now traffic is coming to a complete stop," I thought as I glanced again at my wrist watch. "Damn, 9:25 ... how the hell am I ever going to get there in time for my appointment." While I was stopped, my thoughts turned to myself. "Hey, I'm 28 years old and never been married. All my girlfriends were married, some even had kids. And here I was ... 28 years old and my first marriage. Oh yeah, I could have gotten married many times. After all, I wasn't the last fish in the ocean. I won a few beauty pageants in college, even was the runner up in state finals. Heck, I worked out every day and ran at least 5 miles on weekends. And I was just starting to get to the top of the corporate ladder in the advertising agency I worked for. That is until Richard insisted on my quitting to get married. He said he didn't want me working after we were married." I felt a lot better about myself now ... maybe even a little conceited. "Hell," I thought to myself, "Richard is the guy that is lucky. Shit, he's lucky to be getting a girl like me! Damn, I could have had anyone I wanted also." I picked up the business card Richard had given me. 'Margarita's Custom Fittings' the card read. 'Twenty-five Valley Green Street.' I picked up my cell phone. "Better call," I thought. "The way this traffic is I will be lucky to get there at 10 a.m." As I looked down at the business card I realized there wasn't a phone number. "What the hell, no phone number. Shit, Richard gave me a phone number on a piece of paper to call my measurements in so they could get started on my wedding ensemble. How come the card doesn't have a number?" I ruffled through my open purse. I kept taking things out and just throwing them on the opposite car seat. "Oh fuck, I must have left the damn phone number at home," I concluded. Then I saw it. 'Green Valley Street' the street sign on the telephone pole read. I quickly turned right on the street. "Oh good, not too much traffic here," I thought. I passed a few shops that seemed to be empty and there it was, 'Margarita's Custom Fittings.' I pulled my car to a stop and picked up the business card again. 'Margarita' ... "hhhmmmm ... why does that name do something to me? 'Margarita,' 'Margarita,' damn what a pretty name," I thought. "How the hell did I get stuck with a common name like Dottie ... 'Margarita,' 'Margarita' ... the name sounds so much like royalty ... maybe even something someone would kind of associate with aristocracy or beauty." I pulled myself out of my self-imposed daydreaming about this person's name and got out of the car. As I walked up to the store front I noticed there wasn't much of a display in the window ... couple pair of shoes and a few dresses. "Odd," I thought. When I finally got to the store, the front door was solid wood. I turned the door knob only to find out it was locked. I looked on the side of the door and there was a little speaker box with a button below it. "OK," I thought to myself, "I saw these things before." I pushed the button and a female voice came out of the speaker box. "Yes ..." the female voice said ... that's all! No 'can I help you?'... No 'what do you want?' ... nothing ... just a 'yes.' For some reason it caught me off guard. "Ah ... ah, this is Dottie ... ah, you know ... Richard's bride to be," I spoke into the microphone part of the speaker box. "I had an appointment for nine ... ah ... I got stuck in ...," "Yes ... I know ... I will unlock the door from inside. When you hear the click come in," the female voice came out of the speaker again. "Damn, she sounds like she is all business. She didn't even give me a chance to finish speaking," I thought. I heard the 'click' of the door being unlocked, turned the handle and entered. It was kind of dim inside and as I closed the door, I heard the lock being reset and then relocked. I looked around. There wasn't much in here. It just seemed like it was mostly fabric, material, and a few mannequins. I looked around for somebody and didn't see anyone. A shiver ran through me just for a moment. "A warning" I thought. "Is this my 'woman's instinct' telling me that something is not right here? I better get the fuck out of here. But shit, my wedding is tomorrow and I need my wedding ensemble," my mind continued working. I walked about half way up the store aisle and saw what appeared to be a customer counter of sorts. There was a woman standing about three feet from the counter with her back toward me. She appeared to be going through some papers. "Hi," I said in as pleasant a voice as I could muster up. "My name is Dottie ... ah ... Richard's ..." "You're late," came the reply from the woman with her back to me. Nothing else. Not a word. Just a 'you're late'! I waited for a few seconds ... then a few seconds more ... then a minute. Nothing! Not another word! While I was waiting for what seemed an eternity, I looked at the woman with her back to me. She was dressed in what appeared to be a two piece suit with matching top and short skirt. It was a very light cream color, had what appeared to be very tiny iridescent glitter of some kind scattered about the material that seemed to sparkle with every tiny movement she made. It had to be made of very sheer material because it was practically transparent. I could clearly see the form of her legs from her ankles to her thighs. I could even see her panty outline. "It upsets me when people are late," the woman said in a very straight forward voice. "My God," I thought. "No one has spoken to me like this since I was a child. Not even my former corporate supervisor who I always thought was a real asshole." "Well ... I mean ... ah ... you know the ... ah ... traffic was ... I mean I ... ah ... kind of did get a ... little late start ... but," I was trying my best to answer. But my words were getting jumbled up. Everything that was coming out of my mouth seemed to be not good enough. "What the hell is wrong with me," I thought. "Why the hell am I feeling so ... so intimidated!" "And I absolutely abhor excuses," the woman replied but her harsh tone of voice seemed to have changed to a more 'teaching' tone of voice ... straight forward but a little softer. "Well then ... I guess ... ah ... I guess I should ... say I'm sorry," I finally got the words out a little better this time and that make me feel a little less intimidated. The woman turned and took a few steps in front of me. "My God, she is beautiful," I thought. The light seemed to shine right on her reddish brown hair. Her face was one that I was used to looking at in 'glamour' magazines. And the top of her two piece suit was a sight to behold. I could clearly see the dark bra through her button down top. The bra itself seemed to be straining to hold her breasts from escaping their confines. The front of the suit was cut so low I could clearly see at least two ... no, maybe three inches of cleavage. As she took another step toward me, my inquisitive mind kept evaluating her. She was tall. "Thirty-five years old ... hhmmmm ... maybe a little older?" I was thinking. "Certainly not older than forty ... five foot, ten ... well, maybe even five foot, eleven ... but, allowing for the high heels, maybe five foot, ten ... certainly a few inches taller than I am ... my God, her eyes are beautiful ... color, what color are they ... blue or green ...or are they gray ... no maybe blue-gray ...," my mind kept going like a run-away freight train. "My name is Miss Margarita," the woman said as she took another step closer and I could really see how much taller she was than me. And I could even appreciate her beauty better from this closer vantage point. 'Margarita' ... the name shot through me like a bullet piercing my heart. The name ... and now the woman herself looked familiar. "Why does this name have this kind of effect on me," I was thinking to myself. 'Somehow, I think I know her, but ... but surely if I knew her it wasn't likely that I would forget her." "Oh ... hi Marg ... ah ... Margarita. My name is Dottie ... Dottie West. You know ... ah ... well, Richard's bride to be," I said again in a very nervous manner just not being able to control myself no matter how hard I tried. "Why the fuck am I stuttering so damn much," I thought to myself upset at my inability to control the sound of my voice. 'Dottie ... Dot ... tie ... d o t t i e ... is that correct?" Margarita asked in a tone of voice someone would use when teaching a young child as she spelled out my name letter by letter. "Ah ... yes, Dottie, yes, that's ... right ... ah, correct, Margarita," I answered trying to sound a little more intelligent by changing the word 'right' to 'correct' unconsciously following Margarita's example. Margarita moved very close to me and put her hand up to my hair kind of flipping it around a little bit. "Your hair texture is very good, Dot ... tie." Margarita was separating my name into two distinct syllables in a somewhat demeaning manner. What color is it?" Margarita asked me. I didn't linger very long on the thought of how she was pronouncing my name. Margarita seemed to never give you too long to think about anything unless the 'time allotment' was to her advantage. "It's black Margarita ... well, it seems to have a little bit of brown in it so I guess it's really like a dark brown," I answered. "Yes, I can see that," Margarita said as she cupped her hand under my chin and turned my face toward her. "You have a pretty face too, not beautiful mind you, but pretty," Margarita continued as she let go of my chin. "Now why did she have to say that," I thought to myself. "What does all this have to do with my wedding ensemble?" Yet there seemed to be a little subtle exchange taking place between us. Almost like a change of authority, or of power, and the feeling was becoming somewhat seductive to me. "And you look like you are height weight proportional. Do you exercise every day?" Margarita asked again in that inquisitive 'teacher' tone of voice. "Let's see ... hhmmm ... I would guess you're twenty-five, maybe twenty-six years of age." "Why do I feel so damn obligated to answer these types of questions," I was thinking to myself. "Why do I find myself trying to please or impress this woman?" I was beginning to feel as though somehow a switch had been triggered in my brain and now a very secret part of me that I as unfamiliar with was beginning to surface and was exposing itself to this beautiful woman. "Ah, yes, I do exercise ... ah, a few times a week. But I do run at least five miles on weekends. Ah ... I'm 28 years old," I answered. "Good, you have a good figure for someone your age, and it's good to exercise. You want to keep yourself fit you know," Margarita replied to me. "Wow ... she was pleased with me," I thought to myself. For some reason I felt relieved. I felt as though a weight was lifted off my shoulders or that I had passed some kind of test. "Why was her approval so important to me," I continued thinking to myself. "We will get started with your fitting in a minute but first I have a question to ask you," Margarita said in a very serious sounding tone of voice. "Do you remember how I introduced myself to you a few minutes ago?" she continued, changing the tone of her voice to a soft inquisitive tone. The question caught me completely off guard. Try as I may, the only thing I could remember was the name. Yet I felt frightened. "Why?" I asked myself in my mind. "Why was this so important?" For some reason I 'knew' it was important. It was the way Margarita asked it. It was the aristocratic inquisitive tone of voice she had used when she asked the question. "Do I remember ... ah ... how you introduced yourself?" I answered trying to clarify the question I was just asked. Margarita looked straight at me with those eyes ... the eyes that looked as though they had been somehow manufactured to fit her perfect face. Then she smiled. It was the first time today that I had actually seen her smile and for some reason it made my heart beater a little faster. The Wedding Dress 'So I was to be the best man. Great.' George Mason was still confused about all of that. Sure he had known the groom, Brett, for years; they sat next to each other in school. But since those days they hadn't been in contact. Darn, school was a lifetime ago. George had run into Brett by chance two days ago; they had some drinks at a bar, and George ended up agreeing to act as Brett's best man at his wedding. Brett had explained that his original best man was sick or something. Two days later here he was, in the hotel. It seemed that Brett had hired the whole floor for it! George sighed. He was always too agreeable when something like this happened. In school it had been the same thing. He did all the homework; Brett talked him into sharing, promising to repay him some other day. That day hadn't come yet, of course. George sighed again. Brett had racked up years' worth of favors that George knew he would never pay back, but of course he had agreed despite that. It was so many years ago and surely Brett had changed since then. "Nice that you are finally settling down, Brett," he had said. "Tell me about your fiancé." The answer dispelled any illusion George had about change in Brett. "Her parents are rich; she's presentable, 24 years old and a virgin." George had been sobered by this. "Still in that virgin thing, Brett?" he had sighed. It was Brett's obsession somehow, like a total-control-fetish. George had never truly understood. For a long moment their discussion had died. Just to bridge the silence, George had asked if there was a religious reason for her virginity maybe. The answer was the last nail in the coffin of George's hope. "Who cares?" Brett had answered. "I don't even know her religion. Anyhow, what's the important thing is what I'm going to do with the money she brings with her. With it I can finally buy that sports car I've always wanted." George should have backed out then and there. But he had given his word already... Outside of his room George heard noises, bringing him back to the present. A woman was calling for someone, but seemed not to get an answer. George shrugged, not knowing who that could have been. He knew none of the other guests Brett had mentioned, and the bride's family came from another town, even another state. Small chance he would know them! But it was not surprising that Brett hadn't invited any of their classmates from school; they would probably have shot him. George laughed at that thought, but it was a bitter laugh. He should have shot Brett himself. Best man! Ridiculous... The woman outside shouted again, a bit anxious now. George was tempted to open the door and ask her what the problem might be, but he was half undressed and there wasn't much time before he had to leave for the church. Most of the others had to be on their way already, he guessed. And he was still in his underwear. Sighing yet again he searched for his trousers. His subconscious was reacting to his reluctance for this job. But he knew duty, and so he tried to speed up. He expected others to pay their debt, and he paid them every time himself. Even if talked into it while being drunk. He heaved another sigh. And then he heard a knock on his door. The knock had been a shy one, almost silent, and deep in his thought George had nearly missed it. He couldn't miss the voice, though. Female, and a bit frightened. "Is someone in?" George was astonished. "Yes. Yes, just a moment." Room service? He opened the door a crack, but couldn't see anyone out in the hall. "Yes?" he asked, half expecting his mind to have played a trick on him. "Uh, hello..." he heard the woman from outside his line of sight. "Would you mind letting me in?" The voice was sweet and shy. But her shyness and her words didn't really match... "Would love to, but I'm in my underwear, sorry." George answered, still seeing no one. "Oh." was the quiet answer. "May I help you?" George asked the floor. "May I see you?" he added. There was silence from the hallway. "I'm not sure... who are you?" the unseen but definitely female voice asked. George was getting more confused by the moment. "I'm George Mason, and I'm late for a wedding. I'm the best man in fact. I have to get myself dressed and little time left for that. So would you please make up your mind?" He was getting angry by that charade already. But her next words let those feelings evaporate immediately. "I'm Veronica Mill, and also bound for the wedding." And with an even smaller voice she added, "I'm the bride. And I'm also undressed." George was at a loss of words now. He opened the door fully, momentarily not remembering his lack of clothes ... or hers. But he still could see no one at first. Then he realized that Veronica was still behind the door which opened into the hallway! Finally, he saw her peeking around the wood. She had shoulder length blond hair and was a bit older than he had expected by her voice. Twenty-four years old, he remembered Brett telling him. But Brett had also mentioned 'presentable' to him, and that wasn't fitting at all. She was a beauty, or actually the small part he saw was beautiful. Her eyes were a deep blue, like the Caribbean Sea in the spring, and her face was flushed in embarrassment. She was eying him from head to toe now, blushing even more deeply. George frowned, but then remembered his lack of clothing. He blushed himself now, trying to cover as much as possible of himself with his hands. Veronica blushed even deeper and pointedly avoided looking at anything lower than his face. "Why are you undressed? And at my door?" George managed to ask after clearing his throat twice. "I..." she started to answer, but then both of them heard a noise from farther down the hall where the elevator was located. Veronica squeaked and circled the door before even looking in that direction. Suddenly, she was in George's room and had slammed the door behind her. Then she put her ear on the door, listening. Now it was George's turn to look at her from head to toe. She was not undressed; in fact she was pretty much covered -- if you call a linen sheet a cover. She was wrapped in one, showing little skin, but perfect curves under very thin fabric. She wasn't flat chested, this one, and she had bare feet, George noticed. Cute little feet, matching her size of just above five feet. She was about a head shorter than himself. A harrumph took George out of his reverie and he saw that she had seen him looking her up and down. Now it was his turn to blush deeper, but Veronica was blushed also yet again. For a moment there was an awkward silence. Then George cleared his throat and asked: "How can I be of help to you?" Veronica seemed to be at a loss of words suddenly. After a stretched silence she whispered something that was too muffled for George to understand. "What? Sorry, I didn't understand..." "I asked you if you'd be so kind to help me to..." she hesitated again, "remove my bra?" "What?" George wasn't sure if he had heard correctly. But before he could ask her to repeat herself, the words started to rush out of Veronica. "My bra won't unhook, it somehow caught. And on top of this, there's a bit of metal poking on the inside now. If I try to get out of it unopened, I'll get a scratch on my back and my wedding dress doesn't cover my back, or at least not much of it, so help me please get that damned thing off so I can get dressed finally!" George wasn't sure how much pauses she had made in her rush of words or if she had breathed at all, but he had followed everything open mouthed. "You are wearing a bra under that sheet?" he asked dumbfounded, staring at her breasts. Oh, now he noticed the fine outlines. She had one with transparent straps, he realized. Looking upwards in understanding he saw Veronica's eyes blazing. "Oh, sorry..." he said in embarrassment. "Of course I'll help you. But if you can't push your bra up, maybe you can pull it down? And climb out of it?" Her look told him what she thought about that idea. She had definite curves and the broken hook would still leave a trail. Even if she was able to pull it down she also had a curvy ass so there would be problems there as well. At least he hadn't stared at Veronica's ass while figuring this one out. "Will you please just unhook my bra? Please? If you'd be so kind?" George nodded and finally stepped behind Veronica, who then lowered her sheet. She did indeed have a bra under it, a white lacy one that covered a very nice C-cup, leaving the nipples partly visible. George got a good view over her shoulder before Veronica covered her bra with her hand, holding the sheet with her other one. He quickly concentrated on his task at her back again. The metal hooks were a mess. "Did you hit them with a hammer?" he asked in astonishment, not really expecting an answer. "And, by the way, why are you alone with the problem? Isn't it the usual thing that the bride has lots of female relatives crawling around her helping her with everything? Where are all of them?" "I got nervous when it didn't open at once," Veronica confessed in a small voice, "and tried to rip it open. My sister scolded me for that, and we got into a quarrel. Me versus all of my family. The usual thing. They think Brett isn't good enough for me, that he drinks and whor... does stuff. So I threw them out." 'They were probably right', George thought. 'But I shouldn't say that right now...' In the following silence only the scraping metal and the grinding of George's teeth were heard. Then Veronica spoke again. "You did not contradict my family's remarks. Aren't you Brett's friend?" Her voice was toneless. "He's not my friend, far from that." George responded barely audibly. He didn't want to betray Brett, but he didn't want to lie to Veronica either. Reluctantly he continued, "I don't know why he chose me for his best man. He did it just the day before yesterday. It was coincidence. Nothing planned." "But you knew him before that, didn't you?" Veronica asked. "Oh, certainly," George answered, a bit too fast and too bitter. Then he added, "We were in school together. I shared my homework with him for years, but he..." George left that one unfinished. Why did he always remember this old story first when thinking about Brett? And this was not the place for that at all! But it was too late, Veronica seemed to understand again. Her white shoulders sagged down in defeat. Before the moment got any more embarrassing, the hook finally gave way. All of a sudden the bra came lose. Veronica's back was unharmed, George noticed at once and smiled. His finger was bleeding a bit, but he hid that. The torn metal really had been sharp. "Thanks, George!" Veronica said enthusiastically and turned toward him, her blond hair flying. Starry-eyed, with just a sheet round her hips, her open bra barely covering her curvaceous breasts and her hand not doing much to support it, she was the most erotic sight George had witnessed in years, if ever. He gulped again. Veronica raised an eyebrow for a fraction of a moment then composed herself again. "Thank you." she repeated herself, this time more soberly. George just nodded. Veronica hesitated again. "George..." she finally said, insecure again. "George, ehmm, with my family gone... I may need help with my wedding dress also... it's... ehm..." George could imagine that it was difficult to put on a wedding dress alone. He nodded again, still unable to form words, and Veronica smiled, relieved. "Come with me!" she ordered, spontaneously taking his hand in hers. The hand that had secured the sheet, George noticed immediately. It fell down to the floor, and Veronica stood there in beautiful white, lacy panties that matched her bra. George and Veronica both went red again. Veronica had released his hand and was already bending down when she stopped herself. "It has to go anyhow," she mumbled and let it lay on the floor. She walked to the door instead and did something there, but George just couldn't avert his eyes from her shapely, now barely covered, ass and missed what she did. Veronica had to grab his hand again and pull him with her before he was able to avert his eyes. George still felt like he was in a dream when he followed the half nude beauty down the deserted floor, while he was clad only in underwear. Veronica's bra was loosely dangling, giving more hints of her shapely breasts with every step she took. Sadly her room was just three doors away. She let his hand drop and put her own casually inside her panties. George went beet red, and Veronica looked without comprehension at him. Then she laughed like silver bells and presented her key. "Where did you think I had this?" she asked, still laughing. Her eyes were sparkling like a fountain in the summer sun. "Or did you think I left my room open?" She grinned impishly now. "I have your key also, before you wonder. But this one was always in my hand, nowhere else!" She showed him her other hand and the key that dangled there, then flipped it to him. George had to grin himself now while Veronica unlocked the door. They both hurried into her room, and she shut the door. George wondered briefly if he should put his key in the same place Veronica had placed hers, but then thought better of it and laid it on a nearby table. Now he was able to fully comprehend the chaos that was necessary to turn a girl into a bride. The room was a total mess of clothing, flowers, hair gear and whatnot, some of those things George had never seen before. What was all that stuff used for? He was still lost when Veronica coughed quietly to get his attention. She had her wedding dress in her hands and showed it to him. God, it was so beautiful! Veronica saw his reaction and smiled, then turned the dress around for him to admire the back of it. It was really deep cut. No, she couldn't wear her bra in this one, he thought. Her bra that was still rather loosely dangling before her breasts... George hastily averted his eyes from Veronica's curves, back up to her eyes and smiled reassuringly to her. Had she noticed? She gave no sign, so he walked to her and took the dress out of her hands. "You'll look so wonderful in it." he said, smiling. "A beautiful girl in a beautiful wedding dress!" Veronica blushed again and hit George playfully. "Stop talking rubbish and help me." she ordered, but with warmth in her voice. "Open it up, yes, that's it. Okay." She climbed inside the fabric and, standing behind her, George helped her, sliding it upwards carefully. Thereby allowing his hands to glide along the smooth skin of her legs, inch by inch, touching her lower legs, her knees, her thighs... What was that? Had she sighed? Had she... He looked upwards, and saw Veronica bent forward, her eyes closed. Her bra, still open, dangling and finally revealed her breasts, so lovely C-Cups, with their hardened pink nipples. They were so... hard? Hard?? George unconsciously let the dress go and it fell back to the floor. As if awakened from a dream Veronica opened her eyes then straightened in a hurry, so that her bra hid her breasts again, to George's disappointment. Veronica was blushing deeply, and George did likewise, lowering his eyes, looking at her legs again. "I'm sorry, I..." both said at the same time then both stopped. He could see Veronica search her mind for words, but George whispered his thoughts unconsciously. "Your legs are so smooth..." He barely breathed, then touched them lightly, like a butterfly landing. He caressed her leg gently, dreamlike. Veronica wasn't moving at all, wasn't talking, was barely breathing. His hands went upwards, not helping her with her dress, but touching her, feeling her this time. He trailed her knees with his fingers, then her thighs. His fingers reached her panties and trailed over them, barely touching her ass, lingering at her waistband for a moment. Veronica shuddered involuntary, but didn't protest. George's fingers hesitated for another moment, then continued upwards, following her spine, then reaching her shoulder blades. He was standing behind Veronica now, who had her eyes closed again. George used both hands now, letting them trail outwards, gently pushing the transparent strings of her opened bra along the way. Finally they gave way, and the bra left Veronica's shoulders and fell rapidly down to the floor. Veronica sighed, but didn't react in any other way. George, looking over her shoulders, could see her breasts clearly now, and not but for a moment. They were intoxicating, curvy, soft, yet firm... Before he knew it, his fingers trailed toward them, touching them gently. Veronica sighed again. He hesitated for a moment, but then continued, a fraction of an inch by a fraction of an inch. Finally he reached her aureoles and her hard nipples and she shuddered again, moaning quietly. George kissed her neck then cupped her lovely breasts. They fitted nicely in his rough hands, their softness cuddling against his skin. Veronica sighed for the third time, her mouth partly opened. George squeezed her gently, then took her nipples between two fingers each, twisting them carefully. Another moan was his answer, another kiss on her neck his response. His fingers moved downwards again, slowly leaving her breasts. Veronica slacked a bit. The fingers went lower, over her belly and her belly button, then further down toward her panties, resting at her waistband again. There George hesitated, but Veronica offered no resistance. So his hands continued their way down, but this time taking the material with them, slowly, so slowly. Veronica took in a deep breath, but still stood unmoving. Ever so slowly her panties went over her curvaceous ass, then they fell toward the floor in a final rush. Veronica was naked now, and she shuddered again. George stepped back, watched her beautiful back and ass, and then circled her slowly. She had her eyes still closed, barely breathing. Only his footsteps were to be heard, nearly silent on the thick plush carpet. He stood before her now, watching her face, her firm tits, her flat stomach, and the curly blond bush of hers. She looked gorgeous. George stepped closer and took Veronica in his arms, cuddling her hair. He felt her skin against his own, her warmness. There was only the thin layer of his underpants between the two of them, but almost immediately he felt her hands on them and they went down also. Her hands were touching his manhood now, carefully, insecure, innocent. He was already semi-hard, and now reacted quickly to the soft touch. He felt his growing cock touching her belly. Her hands withdrew for a moment, unsure, but came back again, gently feeling his hardness. She gulped. He lovingly kissed her forehead. And then he quickly bent down and holding her under her knees lifted her off the ground. Veronica yelped like a puppy in her surprise at being suddenly in his arms. Smiling George carried her to the sheetless bed, gently lowering her on it. There she lay, spread out for him, her beauty unearthly. He smiled and kneeled on the bed also. She watched him, nervousness in her eyes, a touch of fear maybe. But she didn't cover herself, didn't make another move at all. He smiled, nervous himself, then kissed her stomach. She shuddered under his gentle assault, reassuring him with this unconscious but passionate reaction. He kissed her again, a bit lower now, and a third time, now just above her pubic hair. He left a trail of goosebumps on her soft skin, and Veronica instinctively spread her legs just a bit more. George's next kiss was met by curly blond hair, and it felt so good on his lips. Veronica echoed his thoughts with a soft sigh as he trailed through the blond bush with his tongue until he reached her most private part. He didn't touch her clit yet, but he kissed her outer lips, and was surprised to find them moist already. Gently he parted them with his tongue, opening her female flower up for him a little bit. Veronica shuddered once more, but George slowly removed his daring body part and let it trail upwards again. Her clit was almost throbbing when he flicked his tongue over it. Veronica moaned deeply, parting her legs even more. George pulled her clit between his lips, gently, softly, and then started to suck on it. Veronica moaned and arched her back immediately. Encouraged, George sucked even harder, and now he also used his index finger to rub her pussy lips again. They parted instantly, and his finger became wet at once. Now acting totally on instinct, George let his finger glide into Veronica, feeling her insides, exploring her womanly center. The Wedding Dress Veronica shuddered and moaned now. George let his finger dance inside her dampening pussy, feeling her down there, but not going deep yet. Then he removed it altogether, only to replace it with two fingers at once. Veronica gasped as his fingers inched slowly deeper inside of her womanhood, until they met resistance. Both of them awakened out of their shared dream at the same time. Hastily George removed his fingers out of Veronica while she sat up; her blue eyes wide open in sudden realization. "George!" Veronica whispered. "You nearly... we nearly..." her voice trailed away. "Oh, Veronica, I'm so sorry! I got carried away!" George blurted out at the same time. "I know Brett insists on you being a vir..." George's words hung in the air. There was a dreadful silence in the room. Veronica's deep blue eyes, so fearful a moment ago, narrowed and clouded over slowly, a storm waiting to happen. "He insists that I'm a virgin?" she asked, dangerously quiet. George blushed again. "Sorry, Brett had said this when we were still at school, he will have changed his mind by now..." "Oh no, he hasn't." Veronica answered before George could finish his babbling, her voice like ice. "He told me he liked it that I'm a virgin. But he did not tell me he would insist on it." George could only watch her. She was sitting there, frowning, her eyes flaring, completely naked, her chest heaving in her outrage. She was so beautiful. "I will tell you something, George Mason. I have saved myself for my wedding since I was young. I saved myself for Brett when I fell in love with him." Her eyes were hard. "Then we drank too much one day, and he ..." she hesitated. When she started to speak again, her tone had changed, softer now, dreamily. "Brett said he wanted to know my body." She closed her eyes, and her voice was barely a whisper now. George had to edge closer to understand her words. "He was rough. He didn't care. And he was ready to ... deflower me." The last words were barely louder than the last lonely leaf in an autumn wind. Sighing, Veronica reopened her eyes and spoke louder again. "We, or, better said, he was interrupted. The details do not matter. I told myself he was drunk, I was drunk. But there was another time. He was rough again. Treated me like his possession. He even hurt me. He didn't mean to, but he did. I stopped him. That was last week. He must have damaged my bra then also..." she realized, then sighed. "I found excuses for him again. My family was already invited for the wedding. Now I'm here. And now you are here." Veronica stopped. George was about to apologize when she raised her hands and stopped him. With a soft voice she continued. "You were caring. You were gentle. You were loving. The opposite of Brett." All of a sudden her eyes went hard again, and winter's chill poured out of her with her words. "He insists on me being a virgin? So we'll see if he'll take me if I'm ... damaged." The sentence hung in the air for a moment. The implications dawned on George slowly. He opened his mouth to object, to beg her to reconsider, to not endanger her marriage on a whim. But Veronica simply bent over to him until her mouth was at his ear and her breasts touched his chest, sending shivers down his spine. Her nipples were still hard, he noticed, all his senses of touch concentrated on the small spots were they met his skin, where he felt them on him. "That is, if you'll pick my flower," she whispered in his ear, so softly... George wasn't sure if he had heard correctly, but the look in her eyes let all his doubts evaporate. She was determined on this, her eyes bottomless. George took a deep breath then gently took her in his arms. Wordlessly he lowered her to the bed and kissed her. Veronica's smile was radiant. She spread her legs again, consciously this time, awaiting him. With a smile of his own, George kneeled between them. Her view alone was intoxicating - naked, her chest slowly heaving, her pussy glistening, promising. He loved her, George realized. And it seemed just right to him, as if it was meant to be. Here, in this lonely hotel room, and now, in this very moment. Gently George touched Veronica's outer lips with the tip of his cock, which had once again reached full hardness. She moaned in pleasure as he gently parted her with it. Again he hesitated for a moment, fearing to hurt her, fearing that she may regret it afterwards when she was emotionally sober again. But Veronica wriggled her hips under him and he glided deeper into her treasure chest, feeling the velvet walls of her insides. She was so wet, even after the interruption. All his doubts were washed away in that. Gently he pushed deeper, ever so deeper, until he reached the last barrier that had guarded Veronica's virginity so faithfully all these years. With a sudden move George tore through it and thrusted deep inside of his love. Veronica cried out in a yell of pain and pleasure intermixed, her back arched. George held still inside her. Had he hurt her? Had he hurt his love? Veronica's yell echoed away and was followed by her deep moan. A trickle of blood fell unto the uncovered mattress. For a short moment George remembered that her sheet was in his room, but then he felt her inner muscles contracting on his cock, erasing his thoughts altogether. Gently he pulled out an inch at a time before moving deep again. Veronica sighed in pleasure. Encouraged George went back and deep again, faster this time, and fell into a rhythm. He felt her legs closing at his back, entwining him. He moved faster and faster, thrusting into her as deep as possible, enjoying the unexplored territory of her body more and more. He increased his speed overwhelmed by his own pleasure for a moment -- and then stopped altogether. George felt his cock throbbing inside of Veronica and swelling, swelling so big. Veronica wriggled with her hips now, desperate for him to continue, but he only groaned ... and came. George almost exploded inside his love, filling her with his hot fluids. He heard Veronica gasping then felt her contracting on his cock. George had never experienced such a reaction before; she went so tight that it felt as if she was milking him with her pussy to get even the last drop of him. And then she screamed herself, screamed her own pleasure, cumming and shuddering in the process. Her ecstasy felt incredible. When it was finally over George breathed deeply, trying to regain his strength, while he still felt little aftershocks going through Veronica's awesome body. Both reopened their eyes at the same time. And smiled. "You'll be late to your wedding." George said softly. Veronica just raised her eyebrow. "Maybe I should rethink that project..." Veronica thought aloud, and George's heart skipped a beat. Before he could answer they suddenly heard the elevator arriving on their floor, and soon thereafter female voices. "My family..." Veronica sighed. Both of them watched the door, still entwined into each other. Finally there was a knock at the door. "Veronica, darling? We are back. Open the door. If you really want to marry that Brett, that's your decision." A gruff older voice told them. A younger voice added "Hey, it's me, Charlene. Mom and I will help you with your dress. We have to hurry; they'll already have to wait for us. Hello? Veronica? Do you feel well, sis? Sorry for arguing with you over that stu..." Charlene just caught herself. Veronica eyed George, and both smiled. Then Veronica kissed George and answered finally. "Oh yes, mum, sis, I feel very well. Never felt better!" And then she laughed her chime like laugh when she heard grumbling from outside. Veronica smiled toward George, and he smiled back to her, totally enthralled by the beauty of her body and soul. Her eyes were like spring's sky, a promise of new life. That moment George silently swore to himself that he would never ever complain about all of the homework he had done for Brett without ever getting something in return. The Wedding Dress Sarah Johnson sat stoically as she waited what usually was the happiest day of a girl's life, her marriage. This was not so for young Sarah. At 18 she was to be married to a man older enough to be her father and maybe even her grandfather. A man she had only said a few words answering his questions in an interview. She had little choice but to answer as she had been instructed by her Uncle. Here she sat in a wedding gown she could not even believe would have been made in the shameful way it display her. The gown was black and went from her neck to a very tight skirt going all the way to the floor. She had to practice walking in it because she could only take very short steps. However this was not the problem of the dress, it was what was missing in the dress that made it so obscene. Sarah could feel the tightness of the clamps on her nipples as her breasts were protruded through elastic bra like fitting forcing her rather large breasts straight out declaring to everyone look at us. A chain on the nipple clamps went around her neck pulling her nipples up to full attention. The dress then tightly covered her until it reached her waist. Here the dress mostly disappeared except for tight bands that reached down both sides of her body holding the dress firmly in place. Her closely shaved pussy was totally revealed by the absence of any covering and this extended between her legs allowing most of the butt cheeks to be exposed. To make it even worse as she waited to go before the crowd gathered for her wedding her uncle had bent her over and spanked her butt cheeks so they both glowed with a reddish hue. Sarah still felt the sting of the paddle he had used. Sarah was also very aware of the fullness in her genitals since a butt plug filled her ass. She could feel the hair attached to this plug giving the appearance of a fox like tail. Her pussy was also filled with a dildo and she knew both were controlled by her uncle and will begin to vibrate as she walks down the aisle. Sarah has been so conditioned that these vibrations will have an immediate effect on her. Sarah hopes she will be able to contain herself in the manner she has been instructed or else there will be punishment. The door suddenly opens and her uncle walks toward her. He helps her up since she is unable to stand by herself due to the tightness of the dressed. Without a word he motions her forward and she walks out the door. The standing crowd applauds her obscene appearance as she walks down the aisle to begin the next phase of her nightmarish new life. Chapter 2: As Sarah walked down the aisle she could feel all the eyes staring at her most private areas. She felt totally exposed in a most obscene manner. The crowd could also see the beginning excitement resulting from the beginning vibrations of the butt plug and dildo inserted in her. As she took each step they made their presence known inside her. She had only taken a few steps when she felt the vibrations of the dildo begin deep within her. At one time she would have been disgusted by this feeling but now she could barely control her body as it responded to the stimulation. Her pussy was already wet with desire as she felt pussy juice beginning to run down her leg. Her erect clit pressed hard against the small suction cup on the dildo and the vibrations seem to become part of her. It had only been a few months since she had been just a regular 18 y/o teenager in high school hoping to soon graduate. That seemed ages ago. After both her parents were killed in a car accident she was sent to live with her only relative, her Uncle Karl. He lived in a secluded area and she knew immediately she was in trouble when she arrived at his home. He was a member of a strange cult where men were totally in charge. No one in the family could question him, he was totally in control of the household. When she walked through the door of his isolated farmhouse she knew her life had changed. As she stood there her Uncle walked in and without saying anything stood and stared at her. "You are now here and I am in charge. You will do what I say or else," he said. Sarah just looked at him not knowing what to say. "Say something girl," he shouted. "Yes sir," she stammered. "Take off your clothes," he suddenly demanded as her Aunt walked into the room also staring at her. "What?" she asked not believing what she had heard. Her Uncle walked up to her and slapped her face. Sarah recoiled and felt the pain. She shuttered and wanted to run but there was no where to go. "I do not like to repeat myself. Take off your clothes," he demanded again. As he began to raise his hand to strike again Sara could see her Aunt was not going to help her. As a result she began unbuttoned her blouse and slowly took it off. She looked to see her Uncle still staring at her and she slowly unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off. She was now standing before her Uncle and Aunt only clad in her bra and panties. "You are not finished," her Uncle said. Sara had never been naked in front of anyone others than her mother and her friend. She could not believe what was happened but she was too scared to do anything as she pulled off her bra revealing her rather large breasts. She then pulled down her panties revealing her pussy hidden some by her pubic hair. She stepped out of her panties completely naked. She quickly attempted to cover her pussy with her hand. "Move your hand," her Uncle commanded. Sarah moved her hand and stood totally naked as her Uncle and Aunt stared at her body. "Ok, this is the way it is going to be. You are here and I am in charge. You will do everything I tell you to do without question. Do you understand?" "Yes sir," Sarah replied. "I see my job is to get you married as soon as possible. You are not ready yet so we will have to work on that. Are you a virgin?" he asked. "What?" she said not quite understanding what he meant. "Have you ever fucked a guy?" "No," she said not believing what he was asking. "Well, we will have to take care of that. You need to be trained on how to please a man so that a man will want you," he explained as if it was nothing special. "No, please. I don't want to have sex until I find someone that I fall in love with," she said. "Don't be ridiculous. You will fall in love with who I decide you should fall in love with. I will find a man for you and you will be happy with my choice. You will also have to know how to keep him happy and my job is to teach you what you need to know." "Okay, while you are here you will mostly be naked. Mary, take Sarah to her room and show her where she will be sleeping. I have to do a few things. We will begin the training tomorrow." At that Sarah's Aunt Mary motioned to her to follow her. Sarah picked up her clothes and followed her Aunt into a very small room with a cot. "Here is where you will live. I must tell you if you do not do exactly like your Uncle says he will punish you and you do not want to make him angry with you." As her Aunt left her alone in the small room she sat on the cot and began to cry. The rest of the day passed and at dinner time she was brought into the dining room still naked. She sat at the time and was presented food. She was not very hungry still feeling confused and upset but ate some. She then went to bed wondering what the next day would bring. She was awakened early by her Aunt and instructed to clean herself up and make herself presentable. She took a hot shower and her Aunt gave her some toiletries. She then presented her to the Aunt who looked her over. "That will not do," her Aunt said. "Come here and sit down. Spread your legs," her Aunt instructed. Her Aunt then proceeded to lather up her genital area and shave off all her pubic hair leaving her pussy very exposed. She felt her Aunt's fingers softly rubbing her tinder pussy lips and clit. She noticed that her Aunt had a sly smile as she did it. Sarah could feel her pussy reacting to her Aunt's touch even though she felt disgusted by what her Aunt's fingers were doing. Her Aunt got up and opened Sarah's legs wide and said, "There, your pussy is all clean now. Get up." Sarah was led to the back porch. There she was instructed to bend over a wooden device. Not knowing what else to do she complied and very quickly her wrist were bound so that she was lying on her stomach over the device. This resulted in her butt sticking up in the air. Her legs were quickly spread and also bound leaving her in a very exposed position. "What are you doing?" she cried as she felt a hand rubbing down her ass crack onto her pussy lips. Whap! "Owhhhh," she cried as she felt the hard slap on a hand on her tender butt cheek. Whap! Whap! "Oh, that hurts," Sarah pleased as her Uncle continued to spank her ass. "Just getting you ready," he said. As he moved around she could see that he was now naked and his cock was sticking straight out. "No, please. Don't hurt me," she cried wondering if he was going to rape her. "Oh, I am not going to hurt you," he said. With that he grabbed her hair and pulled her head up as far as it would go due to her bound hands. He then made her drink some liquid which burnt as it went down her throat. "Ohhh, What was that?" she cried as she felt it burn in her stomach. As it burned she felt strange and suddenly her body felt very warm. As Sarah attempted to grasp her situation she felt hands now rubbing some lotion on her breasts. Immediately she felt warmth spread on her skin. She felt her nipples stiffing. "What is happening to me!" she cried as her body began to feel warm and strange. Even though she could not see much in her position she could tell her Uncle continued to rub this strange lotion all over her skin. As he did she could feel the warmth spreading throughout her body. That with the strange potion she had drunk was making her feel very odd. Her body was tingling and she began to feel almost a throbbing between her legs. Sarah had very little sexual experience. She had masturbated a few times and now found that same feeling beginning to envelope her even though she did not want it. She could feel her clit beginning to swell. It had never done this before but she could feel it stretching almost to the point of pain. She did not understand what was happening to her. Suddenly, she felt something entering her most private area. It slipped easily into the very wet entrance to her pussy and pressed against her virginity. She felt the slight pain as it fully entered her body. It sat there for a moment and then she felt it expanding. She could not understand what was happen when it began to vibrate sending waves of stimulation through her. As this was happening something seemed to suck in her clit and she felt something soft rubbing massaging it. Sarah's body had never had such stimulation. This was too much and her body exploded in an orgasm. Not only did she not understand what was happening she had never felt anything so wonderful. It totally engulfed her being. "Ahhhhhhh," she cried as her body shook with an intensity she had never known. It was too much for her. She soon felt her consciousness slipping away in an ecstasy of pleasure. "You learned your first lesson," her Uncle said as he slipped the dildo out of her pussy and shot a load of cum right into her pretty face. He rubbed his cum into her skin and smiled at Aunt Sarah as he began to release her from her bonds. Chapter 3: Sarah awakened with full memory of everything that had happened to her. Her loins were sore but there was a kind of afterglow of the multiple orgasms that she recently experienced. Her body seemed to have a new level of interest in things she previously did not realize existed. She was still the same Sarah but something had changed in her. It was as if she had tasted the forbidden Apple and now could not help herself for wanting more. Without exactly realizing it her hand moved down between her legs. Her pussy was still somewhat inflamed from the recent events and as she touched it she gasped a bit. Her pussy had never been sensitive like this. She wondered what her Uncle had done to her. As she felt between her legs she felt her clit. It was protruding like it had never done before. It was previously just a little bump but now it was a large bump. She did not have long to think about things since at that point the door opened. Her Aunt walked in the room. "Good, you are finally awake. Get up. You have some chores to do," she ordered. "Put on these," her Aunt said and handed her a pair of sandals. Sarah put on the sandals and walked out of the room still naked. With each step she took she could feel her pussy lips rubbing together. She also could feel her clit still engorged and as her pussy lips rubbed it, it seemed to become even more sensitive. She wondered if this was just a temporary thing or had her Uncle really done something to her. Sex had never been much on her mind before but with each step she took it was about the only thing filling her mind. She spent the next couple of hours cleaning the house, washing dishes, and other such chores. During the entire time she could not help but feel the tension her pussy lips made as they rubbed against each other and her erect clit. She noticed the entire time her pussy remained wet. While she worked her Uncle would appeared and watched her for a while but had little to say. "Okay, that is enough work right now," her Aunt said after a couple of hours. "Go rest awhile. You can sit in the chair over there." Sarah sat down in a rather large chair. She could feel the fabric rub against her skin. Even that had an effect on her. While no one was looking she felt between her legs and was shocked at how sensitive she continued to be and the fact her clit continued to protrude like it had never done. After a few minutes her Uncle opened the door, "Come with me Sarah." Sarah got up and followed her Uncle to the next room. "Get up there," he said and she got up on what looked to be an examination table for a gynecologist. "Put your legs in these," he ordered. Sarah complied as if in a trance. As she placed her legs in the slots she was totally exposed. Her Uncle took her arms and secured them. Then he secured her feet so she could not move. He also attached straps to her body and so was at his total mercy. She just laid back and let him do what he wanted since there was not much she could do anyway. "Here, drink this," he said and she took a sip of the same liquid she previously had been given. She felt it burn it way down her throat and felt the same warming feeling in her stomach. Also, she felt a difference in her mood everything seemed more real. She could not see what her uncle was doing but she felt the dildo go inside her already wet pussy. It slipped in her tight pussy which was already very self-lubricated. It filled her up with a good feeling. She felt her Uncle apply some cream to her very sensitive clit. Then she felt something slip over it. As her Uncle finished she could see that a small cup had been places over her clit. A tube was attached and as her Uncle turned something on suction was created. She saw and felt her clit sucked up into the tube. Her clit was extended almost an inch into the tube. Inside the tube there was something moving and it brushed against her clit. The effect was immediate. "Oh God, it feels so good it hurts," Sarah cried. She attempted to thrust her hips to grind her clit on something but the restraints held her. Her Uncle watched with interest and began adjusting things so that the level of stimulation was moderated. Sarah was not quite to an orgasm but his with his expert guidance he kept her just on the verge of orgasmic fulfillment. It was both torture and extreme pleasure to Sarah. The chemical she had ingested along with the stimulant applied directly to both her clit and on the dildo played it role. Sarah was convulsive as she lay on the table. After what seemed like an eternity to Sarah her Uncle allowed her to have a most intense orgasm. It was even more so than the day before. It was just too intense. Sarah had never felt such pleasure. She did not know that such a feeling could exist. "Ahhhhhhhh," she screamed as her body simply exploded in ecstasy. This time Sarah remained conscious much longer than she had before and so experienced more of the full force of her Uncle's manipulation of her libido Her Uncle simply watched and smiled. He knew that Sarah was now hopelessly addicted to sex. Chapter 4: The next few months were very confused and perplexing for Sarah. Every other day she was given a sexual treatment which continued to build upon each previous experience. Sarah's nutritional needs were very careful regulated and various libido increasing natural foods were her main source of food. She was required to exercise regularly to maintain a firm sexy body. As time progressed the liquid stimulants were no longer needed. Sarah could experience multiple intense orgasms simply from the stimulation created by the inserted dildo and the suction cup on her continuing growing clit. Now even on her rest days Sarah's clit now remained over an inch long protruding from her pussy in a very noticeable manner. It was continuously stimulated whenever Sarah walked as it rubbed against her pussy lips. The first time Sarah was allowed to dress she noticed immediately how her clit rubbed against the silk of her panties. It now protruded enough to be direct contact with the soft material. Time had to be spent allowing Sarah to get used to wearing panties with her enlarged sensitive clit. Whenever she was in panties Sarah found herself in a state of sexual excitement and she had to extend effort to keep this from resulting in an orgasm. Her Uncle also used various instruments and exercises to increase both the sensitivity and the size of Sarah's nipples. Nipples clamps were often used squeezing Sarah's nipples to the point of pain and then suddenly releasing them. This allowed the blood to quickly flow back in thus increasing the sensitivity. During Sarah's sex treatment these clamps were used in conjunction with her orgasms. This formed a mental association between the sensitivity of her nipples and her orgasms so even wearing a bra increased the sexual tension in Sarah's body. As time progressed Sarah began to receive enemas before each treatment. The enemas contained various herbs and other nutrients that further increased Sarah's libido. Afterwards Sarah's treatment began to include butt plugs and dildos that were inserted into Sarah's anus. Work was done to associate these feelings of fullness with her orgasms. At times Sarah would reached intense orgasms simply from the stimulations of either her nipples or from anal insertions or sometimes both. Sarah was now to the point where no matter what she was doing she was in some sort of sexual excitement and orgasms could be obtained with very little effort. Sarah's Uncle also spent time discussing various ideas of sexual submission with Sarah. He completed these discussions in such a manner so that her submissive attitude was reinforced by her sexual excitement. She was also exposed to all manner of pornography in such a way that it further excited her and desensitized her so that nothing was taboo to her. Sarah's mental programming was such that she was a willing participant in any sexual act that was required of her. However, Sarah continued to be aware of her normal past teenage years and was aware of how she was being changed. Also there was a part of her that realized this manipulation was against her will. Deep within her there was a confused conflict but it had grown weak due to the interference of the deep intense physical pleasure that Sarah received from her sexual stimulation. When she had moments alone she had a difficult time concentrating on anything but the physical sensations in her body but at times she did know who she had been. The Wedding Dress During this time she had no direct physical contact with others. Everything was done with various mechanisms. The only exceptions to this were that everyday she was forced to eat semen. This occurred at every meal. At first it was disguised in taste but after she grew used to it no additional ingredients were added. It seemed with the psychological and physical manipulations of her personality she grew not only to like the taste she began to crave it. At that point she was instructed in the art of cock sucking. Her Uncle was very careful who he used for Sarah's ingestion of cum. The men had to be healthy with no disease. Before each meal Sara was brought out and displayed in such a manner that most men would quickly obtain an erection. She would then be instructed to kneel down and begin sucking the man's cock. Sarah knew that all of the cum must be swallowed or punishment would ensue. This was not a problem since at this point she craved man's milk and wanted all of it. Sarah was also presented with a several cocks during her sexual training so that this also becomes associated with the physical pleasure of orgasms. At one point punishment had to be used in to prevent Sarah from having an orgasm just by sucking a man's cock and with no other stimulation. After 6 months of extreme training Sarah's Uncle felt she was ready. He went to the other members of his cult and literally offered her for marriage. An elder from the next city expressed an interest and a meeting was set. During the meeting Sarah was brought in and examined. The man was allowed to touch her in anyway he wanted but was not allowed to have sex with her. "She looks very nice," the elder said as a naked Sarah entered the room. Sarah no longer had any inhibition of the fact she was standing totally naked before a number of men and women. "Sarah, present yourself," her Uncle ordered. Sarah went through a variety of movements and poses so that no part of her body was hidden. "She has a very developed clit," the elder said as Sarah presented her pussy for him to see. "Yes, Sarah is very proud of her large clit and how sensitive it is," her Uncle proudly said. "Yes, I can see her pussy is very wet. I also love those large nipples. They look so erect sticking out," he said as he continued to study Sarah's body. As he reached out and touched Sarah's nipples her body shook but Sarah had been ordered to remain calm during the inspection. She was to maintain control and having an orgasm was prohibited. Sarah knew severe punishment would ensue if she did anything to create problems for this inspection. Sarah stood there and found her body very stimulated by all the attention she was getting. There was still the old Sarah who wanted to run and hide but this was almost gone. The main thought on Sarah's mind was to have someone take her and make her cum. At this point cumming was the only thing that seemed to matter to her. When was the next time she was going to have an orgasm. Yet, she was able to maintain as her Uncle ordered even when the man began to rub her clit. "It seems she is very excited but is managing to keep herself under control. I am impressed," the elder said. "I want her." With that it was done. Sarah now had a new life with a man she did not know. As Sarah processed the news she was perplexed. As long as he provided her with the stimulation she craved she did not care who she was with. However, she could not know what lay in store for her with her new master. Chapter 5: Sarah barely heard the vows as they were read. Her mind was focused between her legs at her throbbing clit. If she had heard the vows, if the younger Sara had heard the vows she would have never agreed to them. The vows she agreed to in front of everyone did not make her a wife. They made her a slave to her husband. She was to serve him in anyway he saw fit. All he had to do was to be her ruler as long as she served him well. Instead of a ring Sarah's Uncle presented her new husband with the controls to the dildo and butt plug. This was very symbolic and Sarah now given up all her rights in her new marriage. She walked back down the aisle with her new husband and they enter a limousine. They were taking to the wedding reception and Sarah was led up onto a table and was required to stand there while the festivities continued all around her. Both men and women came and inspected Sarah as she stood there in the revealing dress. Both the dildo and butt plug remained in her but thankfully they were no longer vibrating. After a few hours Sarah was allowed down and to go to the bathroom. The dildo and butt plug was now removed leaving Sarah feeling rather empty. Her mind was mostly a blank as she entered the car to drive home with her new husband. There was a small part of Sarah that was very repulsed by everything that was happening but this repulsion seemed to only further increased the sexual tension that dominated Sarah's mind. Sarah arrived at her new home and was taken to a large living room. Her she was allowed to lay on the floor. She lay there and looked up at her new master.