1 comments/ 15537 views/ 2 favorites The Bridesmaids Ch. 00 By: sadefellow Prelude - BEACHSIDE ENCOUNTER "Novus ordo sæclorum" [A new age begins.] - Vergil Business had been good this summer. The firm was in its best financial position in years, a change from its usual dismal performance. The hot summers never gave them a break. Work, work, work, and still lose money in the end. But this time it was different. Was it the new clients, the new properties, or the magic from the wizards in marketing? These thoughts hammered at the small bit of pleasure Trent Booth enjoyed. Leaning on the hood of his silver Mercedes roadster, he sipped Scotch from his hip flask. Parked on the small lot and surrounded by rocky outcroppings, he watched the waves roll into the beach. The slight buzz from the single malt made the waves a solid wall of sound. It enveloped his ears and reverberated off his chest. His unbuttoned pale blue shirt rippled against the wind. A storm was on the horizon, filling the china blue sky with ominous gray clouds. Street clothes hastily slipped over sunbathers' tanned bodies as reluctant boyfriends and husbands removed umbrellas spiked into the sand, rolled up beach towels, and marched woozy-eyed to their waiting vehicles. Others remained, either stubbornly resisting or simply forgetting the need to return to everyday life. He took off his shirt and sleeve-less undershirt, throwing them in the trunk of the car. Then he slipped off his shoes and headed to the beach, wearing only his dress slacks and carrying a beach towel. The sand scorched his bare feet, the sun beating down mercilessly when it peaked through the clouds. There might be a storm tonight. Trent smiled at the possibility, thunderstorms always soothing him into booze-soaked unconsciousness. Once he found a spot, he spread out his beach towel and surveyed the landscape. Thoughts of work faded, then quickly shifted. 'When was the last time I got laid?' He thought. Work had overwhelmed him these past few weeks. He could barely remember the last time, let alone the last girl, he fucked. Behind his sunglasses, he saw a few nymphs, either playing the water or sunbathing. As his pants slipped off, the warm breeze brushed over his naked cock. The sun warmed his body as he put on a pair of black Speedos. Men far fatter and far older wore the same attire, but on Trent it streamlined his body, smoothing it until it replicated Roman statuary. Wind brushed through his black hair as he drifted off to sleep. His rolled up slacks cushioned his head, his eyelids heavy from long nights poring over spreadsheets, budget reports, and research data. Boring, monotonous, bloodless. Straining to stay awake, he watched a couple playing tennis on the beach. The girl slapped her wooden paddle, sending the rubber ball over to her male friend. As she hit the ball, her naked breasts bounced. Her dark nipples stiffened in the cooler air. She smiled, her slender body dancing against the waves. A voluptuous blonde walked past, oblivious, talking on her cell phone. Then it hit him: sun tan lotion! He forgot it in the car. But he kept staring at the tennis girl, his cock stiffening beneath his Speedos. She eventually faded into oblivion, the overcast sky turned black. Dreams crowded his mind, tasting her nipples, salty with sea water. When he woke up, the beach was nearly deserted. All around him, people packed their belongings and headed to their cars. He stretched, catlike, his joints cracking. How long had he slept? To Trent, it felt like he had just arrived only minutes ago. "What time is it?" He asked a passing couple. "About five thirty," the man said, looking at his watch. Trent couldn't remember the last time he checked his watch. He didn't know what time he arrived. The bewilderment left him a little edgy. The jangled nerves wouldn't be calmed by driving home in the thickening traffic, only to enter an empty beach-house. He rented a beach-house for the summer from a business associate. Up until last week he hadn't used it all. He had deals to close. Much more important than a beachside view and the pretty maid he had seen only twice. He had the occasional weekend party, but that was it. Mostly he slept in the apartment downtown and The Residence, the family mansion within the corporate compound. Since his father owned the majority share of the company, he lived rent free. Unfortunately, with all the business and the nights in, he started to feel like a "kept woman." They paid him handsomely and he remained quiet, the integrity of the family name preserved. Catering to such an obsolete notion left him nauseous. A half an hour ride home, a short shower, probably no more than fifteen minutes, maybe watch a little TV ... Trent didn't want to do any math. The whole reason he drove out here meant the escape from numbers and the drudgery of constant scheduling. Every ten minute block of life needn't require regimented designation in the monthly planner. The clouds began to fill the air with foreboding, distant thunder crackling across the bay. But on the beach, remnants of sunlight still peeked through the clouds. The sand felt soft between his toes. As evening approached the heat slightly dissipated. The beach now seemed less like an outdoor sauna. As he continued to walk, he saw an area he never knew existed. The rocks became less frequent and shade provided by monolithic hotels became replaced by trees and foliage. Giant pieces of driftwood rested on shore like giant relics, waterlogged and sun scorched. As he walked he saw a woman on foot in the opposite direction. She had long brown hair and wore large sunglasses. Trent tried to discern the rest, but she still was too far off. She wore a blue bikini and a silken wrap around her waist. He hazarded a wave. She waved back. When she finally became close enough to greet, he saw that she was an older woman. At least in these parts. If you were not eighteen to twenty-one and possessed the body of a goddess, you were an older woman. But the obsession on the young and the pliant appeared misplaced with this woman. "Hello," Trent said. "Hello," She answered. Her smile cheered Trent up for some unknown reason. He witnessed his share of smooth, fit bodies with buoyant breasts and succulent nipples, but this woman's smile was actually beautiful in the profoundly genuine way not captured in fashion magazines and pornography. "I'm Trent," "I'm Jocasta," She couldn't have been older than her thirties. As she smiled he saw her crow's feet and her veined hands. Nothing unexpected. She either had a genius plastic surgeon or a personal trainer. He didn't see any signs of the former on her naked stomach. Although thinner than other women of the same age, Trent still thought she looked rather sensuous. Not voluptuous, but also not someone afraid to eat dessert in the presence of a man. "What brings you over here?" She asked. "I just wanted to walk," "Away from all the beautiful beach bunnies?" "No, not that. I had a long day at work," "Poor baby," She made a mock sad face, then giggled. "No ... I mean ..." "Don't apologize," Her hand touched Trent's arm. The momentary contact sent electricity through him. "This is the beach. The water is warm and the sand is soft. This is the last place for apologies," The cool wind made her nipples stiffen. Trent tried not to stare. She shivered from the unexpected breeze. After noticing Trent's area of interest, she took off her glasses and crossed her arms. Blocking his view, she frowned and tapped her foot. Taking off her glasses let him see her green eyes. A little smirk sneaked into her scowl, making her cheekbones shine. "I ... uh ..." Left speechless, he scratched his head. "You're blushing!" She held his wrist and laughed. "You're actually blushing!" "Sorry, I mean ... I didn't ..." "What did I say about apologies?" She hooked her sunglasses on to the front of her bikini top. "Do you know the last time a boy blushed because of me?" 'Boy?' Trent thought. 'She couldn't be that much older than him? Could she?' Trent became so distracted trying to think of an answer for her question, that he completely forgot about his stiffening erection. It ached to break free from the confines of his swimming briefs. She stared at the bulge and smirked. "College girls not good enough, eh?" "What?" Trent felt confused. 'What's her deal? Mind games?' "I don't follow," "Oh come on now, Trent, you can't play stupid with that pointing the way," She pointed at his cock. Normally, if any girl would have displayed that kind of candor, he would have been immediately turned off. But this time the opposite happened. Her bracing personality turned him on. He wanted to fuck her right then and there. "There the ones walking around with their tits hanging out and-" He kissed her, his body pressing into hers. She kissed back, her mouth opening to let him taste her tongue. Holding her cheeks, he stared into her eyes. Salt from the sea air mixed with her hair, as Trent smelled her sun kissed skin. Abruptly interrupting their kisses, he spotted a fallen tree on the beach, abutting the nearby forest. Jocasta giggled. "C'mon," she said. She led him towards the massive tree, its battered bark once black now bleached from years of direct sunlight. The gnarled branches had been stripped of leaves, creating a delicate lattice-work arching over their heads. Feverishly, he kissed her lips, intoxicated by the perfume of her breath and skin, as he began to kiss her cheeks. His hands, desperately holding back his lusts, caressed her shoulders and arms. She guided his hands onto her breasts. His fingers slid over the silken fabric, feeling the erect nipples beneath. She pinched his nipples, feeling his body wrench in pained ecstasy. He slammed his body against hers, pressing her back to the tree trunk. She untied the neck strap of her bikini, letting it fall to her sides. As he kissed her neck, his head traveled down to her breasts, his teeth clenching the bikini top. He pulled the top away, revealing an erect nipple. With animal instinct, he began to lick her nipple, his other hand pulling her top off. Savage yet tender, his desires poured out while his tongue danced on her tits. A drunken moan escaped her lips. His hand slid down her stomach and into her bikini bottom. Her pussy moistened at his touch, her scent reminiscent of afternoons eating raw oysters. She embodied the sea with its succulent riches and bestial energy. He watched her breasts bounce while she moaned, his hands lubricating her inner cunt. Pressing his body close to hers, he let her hand travel down his chest and stomach into his Speedo. As she pumped his cock, throbbing, aching for release, she gave him a mischievous smile. Trent's moans were uncontrolled, bestial, like a feral animal trying to release itself from a trap. He pushed her back until her butt pressed against the fallen tree trunk. Then he violently slid off her bikini bottoms. "What are you waiting for? Fuck me," She said, her hand stroking the moistened flesh between her legs. Walking up to her, he inserted himself inside of her. Inhaling suddenly, she gripped his shoulders. Trent worked silently, the slow rhythms matching the sound of waves crashing against the shore. "Didn't expect this today, I imagine," Jocasta said between breaths. "No, not really," "You would have probably preferred someone younger," She gave that smile again. He stared into her eyes, trying to divine some motive, some reason for what she said. "No, I want you," He felt her clench his cock, then release it. "Then act like it," "What?" "Fuck me. Fuck me hard. You're acting like I'm made out of glass. I'm not going to break," He began to withdraw, then slid back inside. Pushing into her as far as he could. Holding her butt, he slammed into her again and again. She placed her head on his shoulder, whimpering from his repeated thrusts. As the undulations continued, he began to feel part of her body. Their breathing and heartbeat joined together into a single cadence. Her eyes moist and brow furrowed, she stared at him, her fingers stroking his black hair. A pained smile came across her face, a new variation different from the earlier mischief making smirk. Trent was taken aback by the honesty of this expression. The stress and anxiety of the previous weeks began to lift off his shoulders, wound so taut and burdened with responsibility and proper behavior and the rest of the needless office decorum. Gone the constant requirement to appear selfless and serious, all in the name of the company and the good family name. The cramped interiors of cubicles and faux Victorian offices faded into the crimson sunset haloed by black storm clouds. "Oh yes yes yes yes ..." Jocasta's voice trailed off beneath peals of thunder in the distance. "Oh God! Oh god oh god ..." His cock, rigid and aloft, suspended Jocasta on the tree trunk as he ached for release. The days and weeks and months spent in chaste industrious deal making sent the cravings through his body. Once he climaxed, he would cease to feel so stressed out. His body, drawn out and overtired, yearned to end it all. Trent fought back the sleep and the stress, wanting to fuck Jocasta more. Not wanting to leave her body, the softness of her flesh and the taste of her mouth, he pounded harder. She whimpered, her teeth brushing against his chest. "Almost there?" She asked. "Almost," It was all Trent could utter, his body rigid. "Let me help," He withdrew himself from her and sat winded on the tree trunk. "Just close your eyes," Her hand began pumping his cock again. She kneeled on the sand and continued her ministrations. Getting close to him, she slid her fingers up and down the shaft. Trent moaned and tensed up as her fingers ran over the head of his cock. "Okay?" She sounded concerned. Trent nodded, the pleasure and pain she gave him enveloping his body like a flame. He felt his cock slide over her breasts, the head touching her erect nipples. She pressed her breasts together, closing around his member. Instinctively, Trent's pelvis began to thrust up and down. "Yeah, that's it," She said, her tongue licking his glans as it popped up between her tits. Releasing her tits, she resumed pumping, his cock now lubricated with pre-ejaculate. She tasted it as her tongue traveled along his shaft. When Trent looked down he saw Jocasta's head bobbing up and down. As he closed his eyes, it seemed like this moment of pleasure would last an eternity. Thunder rumbled in the distance, filling the beach with a wall of sound. It seemed only they occupied the beach, the other beachgoers having fled. With his flushed cheeks and sweaty brow, Trent hoped the rain would start falling, too cool him off. He wanted to feel Jocasta's body wet against his, to taste her and fuck her surrounded by water, their bodies floating as one in the sea or a bath or a shower or ... Her tongue fluttered over the head of his cock, her palm cradling his balls. 'Why can't I cum?' Trent thought. 'No. No. No! This can't be happening. Not now. Not with her.' Stress threatened to destroy everything that happened before. All would be for naught if he couldn't cum. And he wanted to cum. Desperately desperately wanted to cum. Jocasta, getting visibly tired from the exertion, asked: "Everything okay?" "I'm okay. Is it okay you let me do this?" She seemed confused, possibly hurt. "I've had a lot of stress at work. Probably why," "Sure," She whispered, then smiled. Trent then began to jack off, his sagging cock eventually regaining its rigidity. As he pumped away, he let the images drench his consciousness. All the fantasies, the perversions, the endless scenarios came pouring back. His mind drenched with acts of unending pleasure and depravity, his cock standing at attention, now became ready dispense the hot seed. Jocasta watched close by as she masturbated. Realizing Trent was approaching his orgasm, she crept closer. Trent's face reddened, veins on his neck and face bulging. The sounds he made resembled pained groans. When he opened his eyes he slowly released the grip of his hand. He cried out as his jism shot on to Jocasta's breasts. She stuck out her tongue, franticly catching the trickle of sperm. As she licked the last drops off of his cock, she sucked him some more. The crackle of thunder was now dangerously closer to the beach. With the thunderheads traveling above their heads, Jocasta and Trent ran into the water. As Jocasta wiped Trent's jism off her tits and lips, she ran up and embraced him. Trent felt her clit throb beneath the roiling waves. "We should get out of here. The lightning is getting pretty close," "I want you to fuck me again sometime," She said, her face lit up in the darkness like Gustave Moreau's painting of Salome. "I've never wanted someone so bad," They kissed, their arms intertwining as a thunderclap echoed ferociously in the distance. "Let's get out of the water," They left the water, the storm very close to the shoreline. Wind threatened to blow Jocasta's bikini away, but she caught it in time. Trent was able to throw on a shirt and toss the rest of his clothes in the car. "Is that yours?" She asked. "Yep. Want a ride home?" Making love in a rainstorm always turned Trent on. He wouldn't mind doing the same with Jocasta. "It's all right. My car is over there," She pointed to the silver Spyker roadster. Like Jocasta, its top was covered. The same couldn't be said for Trent's Mercedes. "Nice. Those get great acceleration," "So do you, when you're properly motivated," They kissed again, tongues dancing as Trent breathed in her heat. "C'mon. Come back to my place. It's a beach house about five miles from here," "Not tonight," "Why not?" Trent asked, indignant at this slight. "Wouldn't want to wake up any girlfriends you have around," "I haven't had any girlfriends around. I've been busting my balls with business deals for the past three months," "And no fun on the side?" "Rarely," "Poor boy," Rain began to fall. First as large drops. "Oh fuck, my top!" Trent bellowed as raindrops splattered the leather interior. "Can I call you? No wait, let me get my card." Trent multitasked, or attempted to, as the convertible top deployed while he busily searched his pockets for a business card. He took out a card and gave it to Jocasta, her body shivering from the rain. "Vector Enterprises?" "Yeah. Now get some clothes on before you catch a cold," "That's so weird," "Why is that?" "My fiancé works there," She said, her tone matter of fact, as if mentioning a news item or a shoe color. Trent stood there, stunned. "Don't worry about it," Giving him another kiss, she stuffed the card into her bikini bottoms, and ran over to her car. She got in and drove off, leaving Trent drenched, confused, and frightened. 'Fiancé?' He thought, not noticing his sopping shirt and shoes. The Bridesmaids Ch. 01 Chapter 1 - Housekeeping The sun hit Trent's face as he woke up. A welcome change from the grating beeps of the alarm clock. Dreams still ghosted images across his sleepy eyes. Images like shooting jism across Jocasta's tits. Images like topless girls playing on the beach, the water coating their smooth breasts, their nipples erect from the cold breeze. Images like Jocasta's face when he fucked her, her face combining agony and ecstasy into one expression. Trent rubbed his stiff neck as he sat up on the bed. Too many days being too stressed out. That didn't stop him from having an erection this morning. A combination of arousal and the need to urinate. He did not notice the china blue sea and sky as he turned on the TV. Not bothering to turn up the volume, he scanned the headlines. Below the talking head, he read the crawl. Bombing here. Protest there. Then he remembered: it was Saturday, stock markets were closed. That gave him a couple days to patch things up should the deals go sour. Pretty soon all that glad-handing and number crunching would result in a fat commission deposited to his bank account. Play money. He stared at the sea. On the night table his cell phone rested. Inert. Picking it up, he saw no messages. She hadn't called. It was 10: 30 am. 'She should have called by now. Fuck,' Trent thought. Getting up, he walked to the shower. No need to feel ashamed of his nakedness, he left the door open as he peed. Then he combed his black hair and shaved. For the first time he didn't look like a complete wreck. 'When was the last time I was caught up on sleep?' He thought. For some reason, the thought of Jocasta having a fiancé bothered him. He felt oddly possessive. He didn't want to share her. Maybe because she said he worked for Vector Enterprises. As long as no one gossiped, he'd be fine. Possessiveness did not normally intrude into Trent's relationships. Not like fooling around with another man's wife was a big deal anymore. The AIDS cure was old news now. As were the earlier cures for herpes and other biological nasties that got in the way of promiscuous fucking. And among the hyper-competitive business elites Trent socialized with, promiscuity was a badge of honor. A man or a woman wasn't considered executive material unless they could have multiple affairs, while still frequenting the swinger scene. Before the business deals left him with no social life, he had been an active swinger. The swingers in the Cannes-St. Tropez area, near the headquarters of Vector Enterprises, were insatiable. For all his thoughts about Jocasta, he wanted to reenter the swinger scene again. Maybe she could join him. Then they'd really have fun together. The thought kept his mind occupied as he walked down the staircase into the kitchen. He ate a piece of toast in the master kitchen. Unlike this particular kitchen with its smooth lines and chrome fixtures, there existed a larger kitchen in the beach house's sub-basement. The kitchen staff toiled over the ranges and boilers, the walk-in freezers, and produce lockers that encompassed nearly the entire floor. It had never been used this summer. Sad really. Trent walked into the living room, turning on another plasma screen TV. He sat in a large black leather couch, vacantly nibbling on his toast. Flipping through the channels, he stopped on an auto race. Possibly a Le Mans series. Hard to tell mid-race. He enjoyed the race for its simple pleasures: watching Ferraris, Lamborghinis, and Porsches hurtle around the winding track, bound only by the driver's determination and reflexes. If he hadn't been drafted into the family business, he'd have been a professional driver. The Ferrari's lines reminded him of Jocasta, the line leading from her thigh to her waist. He could almost taste her nipples and feel her warmth between her legs. Just thinking about her made him hard. As cars swept around the tight corners, he caressed his hardening cock beneath his sweat pants. 'If she's not going to call, obsessing about her won't do a damn thing,' Trent thought, 'Plus this race is boring.' He walked out on to the concrete deck that surrounded the beach house. Then he stripped off his shirt and sweatpants, then dove into the swimming pool. * Veronica Vanuschka's job was housekeeping. Hired shortly after Trent acquired the beach house, she joined the cohort of maids, cooks, chauffeurs, and valets needed to make Trent's life less strenuous. Since he spent his nights either in the downtown apartment or The Residence, he reduced the cohort of domestics to the bare minimum. Three or four maids to perform general clean up duties. An on-call cook. And a small security team. The beach house was empty, not an invitation to squatters. Today was Veronica's day off. She spent yesterday polishing the silver and dusting the furniture. With those dreadful tasks complete, she used the afternoon to sunbathe. Because the house was empty she decided to sunbathe naked. Sitting on the chaise lounge, she rubbed suntan lotion on her body. She had a voluptuous body and a beautiful Slavic face. Her hands rubbed her ample breasts and her large nipples became erect from the cool lotion. In the winters she let her hair grow long, but when the summer heat became too sweltering she shaved her head. That was a couple months ago, in late May. Now late August, she teased her black hair into a sexy Caesar cut, the hairs long enough to slightly curl on her forehead. The sun beat down on her naked skin. She cleaned off her hands on the nearby towel and picked up her book. Between her legs the smooth oyster of her cunt craved satisfaction. During the long weeks when Trent slept elsewhere, she spent the nights jumping from bed to bed. She attained ornate pleasures with the other staff members. Some nights she coupled with another staff member. The delicate tongues of the other maids were her favorite. Other nights, she dove into sweaty knots of limbs, tongues, and teeth. One night, Ilya, an older maid, perhaps in her mid-thirties, held her wrists down while Nia and Tania licked her nipples. The security men took turns pounding her, the fucking as powerful as it was uncreative. When it was all over, the sun barely peaking over the indigo sea, the four men rested on the floor like ruined Roman statuary, their sperm spent over the faces and bodies of the four maids. That was last week. Veronica couldn't remember whether it was Wednesday or Thursday. Ilya was still asleep. Last night she had a wild threeway with Cain, a new man hired for security, and Janosz, the Carpathian cook. Veronica's bedchamber was next to Ilya's. She heard everything. The bed knocked so hard, she couldn't fall asleep. 'Finish up your business and go to sleep!' She thought. When she tried to read from her book, she couldn't even do that. By this time, Nia and Tania joined in the action. In their bedchambers they masturbated. Their groans filled the corridor. Lacking all restraint, the pair became noisier. 'I need to buy earplugs,' Veronica thought, her sore hand traveling down her flat stomach to her moistening pussy. Her fingers still sore from polishing the silver, they gently caressed the folds of her cunt, her clit throbbing like a hummingbird. As people eventually climaxed, Veronica remained unfulfilled. It took her a few minutes. When everyone else slept, she silently came, her body jerking as if possessed by a violent demonic spirit. * Hearing a splash, Veronica woke up with a start. She rubbed her eyes, woozy after a highly erotic dream. Her clit throbbed, this time from perverted after-images dancing in her mind. Skin sensitive from an afternoon in the sun, it felt especially tender when she remembered the dream. The details became clearer: Ilya, Nia, and Tania feasting on her murky cunt while Rod, her boyfriend hammered her from the rear. His long cock slid in and out of her asshole. The three tongues sliding and gliding against her hairless slot, lapping up the liquid that seeped from her. She stared at the waves in the pool, her mind elsewhere. Then she realized she had a goofy smile on her face while she looked at Trent. Trent. Her boss. He emerged from the pool, the water dripping off his naked body. He appeared completely unselfconscious of the fact. Veronica screamed in fright. She quickly put a nearby towel over her exposed tits and crossed her legs. "You don't have to do that," Trent said. "Don't be embarrassed." "Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Mr. Mr. ..." She couldn't remember his first name. 'I must look like a complete idiot," She thought. "Don't be ashamed. I rarely visit this place anyway. It's not your fault," Veronica smiled, the towel remaining in its strategic position. She tried to not stare at his cock. He walked over, ready to shake her hand. "You can call me Trent," He smiled, brushing stray hairs from his eyes. "You must be Ilya, right?" "Veronica," She smiled. Her clit could not stop throbbing. "Mind if I borrow your towel? I'm sopping wet," 'So am I," Veronica thought, her mischievous smile betraying her modesty. She handed him the towel. As he dried himself off, she took the opportunity to stare at his body. His physique reminded her of Baroque figures, merciless nudes enshrined in sprawling Russian palaces, their bodies taut in the extremes of battle and pleasure. She imagined herself a nymph ravished by a lusty god, her body transported to the ecstatic heights in rooms filled with carved marble figures and intoxicating decorative patterns. Trent reminded her of lanky Russian boys, either soldiers on leave or vicious street toughs. She had her share back at home. As she got off the chaise lounge, her golden cross necklace glittered in the bright sunlight. It had been a gift from a naïve Russian boy, his name forgotten. "I can make us drinks!" Veronica said. "That was kind of random," Trent said. "But sure, I could go for a drink." "What do you want?" "A lemonade would be fine," "Vodka lemonade?" She asked, her confidence making her bold. "Sure. Whatever it is, just lots of ice," Veronica ran inside. She knew where the maids hid the good vodka. Trent rested on a nearby chaise lounge. The sea soothed his mind, relaxing his tense body. He closed his eyes, letting the sunlight hit him, baking his sun parched flesh. 'Need to make up for lost time,' He thought, not necessarily about tanning, but about everything else. After a few minutes Veronica returned. She held two Tom Collins glasses and a big smile. "Here you are, sir," She said in a half-mocking tone. "Thank you very much," He took a big gulp and set the glass down on the concrete deck. "What are you reading?" Veronica looked stunned. "Nothing really," She said sheepishly. "Still, better than reading spreadsheets and earnings reports. That's what I've been doing for the past six months. I'm glad I'm done though. Once I get a very important phone call, I'll be able to have all the fun I can handle," "What kind of fun?" "All kinds. I'll finally be able to cruise around in my Barchetta again," "Barchetta?" Veronica was confused. "The little red car in the garage," "Oh, that car! I love that one. It's so cute!" "I'll take you out on a ride sometime. Then you might not think it's so cute," Trent smirked playfully. "What else? What other fun you want to do?" "Oh I don't know. I just want to rest right now," "You want some suntan lotion?" Veronica asked honestly. "I don't want you to burn?" "Sure, that would be great," Veronica squeezed lotion on to her palm. "Oh, I was going to do it myself," "That's okay. You've worked hard for such a long time," "You probably worked hard too. What did you do yesterday?" "Well, first I polished the silver in the dining room, then I went to polish the silver in cabinets. Dusting too. I did a lot of dusting," As Veronica went on about her day, Trent closed his eyes. He felt her hands put lotion on her arms. Then she put lotion on his legs. Her hands brushed his thighs and then went up his stomach and chest. She gently caressed his neck. Then her hands returned to his erect nipples. Her fingers played with a nipple while she cupped his scrotum. Trent inhaled. "Feeling okay?" She asked. "Fine. Just fine," A big smile on his face. Her fingers slid up and down his shaft, lubricating it with suntan lotion. His cock hardened, lengthening until it nearly reached his navel. "Keep going," Trent said. "That feels so good," She pumped faster, his rod hard and smooth beneath her fingers. She began to lick his nipples. "The hot tub," He said. "What?" "I want to fuck you in the hot tub. Over there," He pointed. When they stepped in to the hot tub, Trent grabbed her by the thighs and held her close. He sucked her large dark nipples, tasting the suntan lotion and her sweat. She continued to pump his cock, her fingers playing with the head. With Trent sitting on the edge, she began to suck him off. Her tongue traveled up and down his shaft. Her lips enclosed around the head and then her head bobbed, furiously sucking. After sucking his cock, she played with it some more. She pressed her tits together as Trent pumped vigorously. As his head came closer to her mouth, she bent her neck down to tongue it. The more swollen it got, the more she wanted it inside her. Trent, reading the lust in her eyes, slid into the hot tub. He pushed Veronica against the edge, his cock pressing up against her cunt. "Put it inside me," She sighed into his ears. "Put it inside me now! I want to feel your stiff cock inside me!" Trent obliged, sliding inside her. She sighed, her eyes wincing in pain. The water splashed about as he pumped her hard. He squeezed her tits and kissed her. Their tongues intertwined in a ferocious dance. "I love your rod. I love your rod," She kept repeating to herself. He spun around and supported himself in the hot tub. Leaning back on the lip of the tub, he held her butt and continued to pound her. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," She looked like she about to cry. Her tits bounced quickly as her thighs smashed into his. "You fuck a lot of guys?" Trent asked. He frowned, trying to hold back making him grimace. "Many many," She said, holding back the ecstasy coursing through her body. "Me and Nia like to share our boys ... fuck!" "Is Nia hot like you?" He devoured her nipples. "Nia is my sweet flower," Trent flipped Veronica over and inserted himself into her cunt again. "Oh God!" He held her close to him and gripped her tits. "Tell me about her. Tell me about your bitch," He withdrew some of his cock, then quickly inserted it again. "She's petite and has little breasts like teardrops. Her skin is mocha and she has long black hair. When her boyfriend is over, we share his big black cock!" Trent tasted the tears rolling down Veronica's cheeks. "Who else do you share?" Veronica listed them off, each name meriting another throbbing slam from Trent's cock, each more ferocious than the last. "Does your boyfriend know you share?" "How do you know I ..." Veronica couldn't finish, Trent's fingers pinching her nipples. He pinched her nipples, then twisted them. "O yes, that feels so good!" "Does he share?" Trent said as he bit her earlobe. "Yes! Yes! Yes! He wants me to share!" Trent pounded her again, this time it felt less like a piston and more like a jackhammer. Veronica screamed, her voice sending echoes into the nearly deserted house. "I'm about to cum," Trent sighed. Trent slid out of the hot tub and let Veronica finish the job. She rapidly pumped his cock as Trent rested on his elbows. Licking and sucking, she kept his cock rigid and erect until Trent could hold back no longer. With a distressed moan he finally ejaculated. To Veronica it seemed like spooj went everywhere, her tits, her face, her forehead, and her shoulders. She glistened with the pearly ejaculate. "The bedroom," Trent said between gasps. "What?" "The bedroom. I want to see you cum," "Your bedroom?" Trent nodded. Veronica wasn't sure. The stuff she told Trent about her boyfriend was only partially true. And he was coming over later. The Bridesmaids Ch. 01 After a long break, here finally is a sequel to my earlier story, "The Best Man." The story stands on its own, but I think you'll like getting to know the characters. In fact, you'll find that many of the characters in this tale have backstories in some of my previous writings. You can meet Lily in a number of stories, including "We're All Friends Here, Right?," Rachel in "Good Friends Give Good Head," and Claribel in the story of the same name. Enjoy! ~~ [ 1 ] ~~ "So, how do they look?" Kelly's five bridesmaids lined up in front of her fiancé, Kevin, waiting for his opinion. The dresses had just come back from alterations, and with just a few weeks until the wedding, Kelly had invited her friends over to make sure that everything fit. Kevin didn't mind the distraction from the book he was reading. Kelly's friends were easy on the eyes, and this was a fact she knew was not beneath his notice. As a couple, they liked to tease each other about their attractions. Still, Kevin was always polite, so he tried to keep his focus on point. "Wow, the dresses look great," Kevin answered. "Seriously, you all look really gorgeous!" Kelly had to smirk at the way the complement caused a couple of her friends to lift perkily off their heels. "Don't they?" Kelly exclaimed leadingly. "Good enough to eat! Though, do you think the dresses are cut a little on the sexy side for a wedding?" Kevin examined them again, obliged to notice that the strapless necklines did seem to dip a little low, even showing a touch of cleavage on the more buxom girls. The gowns were flatteringly close-fitting and tapered just a little high on the knee. But it was difficult to tell whether it was the dresses that were sexy or just the figures underneath. That fact alone, plus the warm blush that came over the bridesmaids as Kevin sized them up, should have been answer enough to Kelly's question. "I can see what you're saying," Kevin confessed, "but I don't think they're scandalous by any stretch..." "Plus," the maid of honor, Rachel, chimed in, "your wedding dress is just as sexy..." "Shush! No talking about the dress in front of the groom," Kelly lightly admonished. "I think I agree with Kevin anyway. Besides, it would take a lot of work to make the five of you not look sexy. I'm not a jealous bride." Nor had she reason to be. Kevin was already imagining just how amazing his bride would look in her own dress. She could dangle the charms of other women in front of him all she wanted. As fun as it was to indulge a fantasy now and then, their desire for each other was the one that abides. Nothing spoke this truth so well as the wink Kelly tossed her fiancé when she caught his eyes lingering behind the bridesmaids as they strolled out of the room. ~~ [ 2 ] ~~ A half hour later Kevin was still enjoying a lazy Saturday afternoon on the couch. Kelly and her friends had gone back to the bedroom to take care of more bridal business. In fact, it wouldn't be long before Kevin would have to get ready to tend to business with his groomsmen that night: the bachelor party. In the meantime, he was just trying not to get in the way of all the hustle-bustle down the hall. Once again, however, he heard it approaching on the click-clack of a single pair of heels. "Do you mind if I use the phone in the kitchen?" It was Rachel, the maid of honor. "Sure, no prob," he answered, shifting his book to the other hand. She scuttled past the long counter that divided the kitchen from the living room and picked up the phone at the far end. Out of the corner of his eye, Kevin marveled at what an endless bundle of energy Rachel was. She flipped speedily through a little notebook until she found the number she wanted, then dialed in a rapid arpeggio. Kevin chuckled to himself, glad that Kelly had such a force of nature to help her with all of the minutia of being a bride. "Florist," Rachel explained as the phone rang in her ear. Kevin nodded. "We're going to see if we can stop by today to...," she started to explain, but was interrupted as the other end picked up. "Yes, hi. We were wondering if we could stop by this afternoon to see the flowers you were going to use for our bouquets..." As she talked, Rachel switched the phone from ear to ear in order to remove her dangly earrings. Her long twists of golden hair tossed about. Setting the earrings on the counter, she reached down to unfasten the straps on her high-heeled shoes. "Yes, I can hold," she replied to the phone. Still fussing with an ankle bent behind her back, she continued to explain to Kevin. "I'm in such a rush. We're going to try to get over the florist, but I haven't even had time to change like the rest of them." Switching the phone to her other ear, she flung the second shoe to the floor and reached under her arm to find the zipper on the side of her dress. Politely, Kevin averted his eyes, even though he knew she only intended to loosen the fastener. He could hear her huffing with annoyance at the stubborn zipper until there was a high-pitched *ZIPPP*... "Whoops!" Rachel gasped, and Kevin peeked over to realize that she had accidentally unzipped the whole side of her dress! "I didn't mean to do that..." She smiled awkwardly at Kevin, blushing as she tried to pull the zipper back shut. It was the first time he had ever seen Rachel lose her composure, and he had an urge to laugh. Still, he tried act like a gentleman, looking away while she struggled to keep an ear on the phone and deal with the dress at the same time. "Damn it!" she blurted, stomping her foot. "It's stuck!" Kevin was losing the fight against his laughter, but it was pointless anyhow since Rachel was already chuckling at herself. The side of her dress was open down to the hip. She retained a little modesty only by keeping an arm wrapped around her bosom to secure the dress. Comically helpless, she decided she needed an extra hand. "I'm sorry, but would you please try to fix the zipper for me?" "Sure, I'll try," Kevin offered, popping up from the couch. He was doing his best to keep from laughing at her expense. Rachel eyed him guardedly as he came closer. He couldn't help but feel a little pity for her embarrassment, but a tantalizing glimpse into the side of her dress was unavoidable as he searched for the zipper. The round underside of her breast was just barely showing, and the skin around her delicate ribs was peppered with goose-bumps, caused as much by her embarrassment as by the cool draft slipping through the breach. His eyes were a little distracted, but with a some effort his fingers were finally able to get a shaky grip on the zipper when... "What is going on in here??" The voice was Kelly's. ~~ [ 3 ] ~~ Kelly stood at the entrance from the hallway with her hands held crossly at her hips. The first thing she had seen upon entering the room was her fiancé holding the open zipper of her best friend's dress. Kevin and Rachel went into a panicked flurry of explanations. "I messed up the zipper on my dress..." "I was just trying to help..." Listening to them trip all over themselves to explain, Kelly started to chuckle. She was persuaded, but it amused her to see how much of a scare she had given them. Poor Rachel was still barely holding herself together. Kelly marched over to her friend and had a look at the zipper for herself. Feeling scolded, Kevin took a step away. "Gosh, it really is stuck," Kelly conceded as she tried to budge the zipper. "Are you still on the phone with the florist?" Rachel had been listening to the mindless hold music all the while, but it had become the least of her concerns. She adjusted the phone to her ear. "Yeah, I'm on hold. I can be ready to go soon if we can fix this silly dress." "At least this isn't happening on day of the wedding!" Kelly replied. She glanced back at Kevin. He had been doing his best to keep his eyes away from Rachel's dress, still not quite sure that his fiancée had forgiven what she had seen. But, just as earlier, Kelly was a little tickled. She could see what a struggle it was for him not to peek! Studying him for a moment, she tucked her dark brown locks behind an ear and, much to his surprise, shot him a coy smile. "I don't know Rach," she said, going back to work on the zipper. "You're pretty stuck here." There was a long, pensive pause. "You're just going to have to cover up while I get a better look at this thing..." And before anyone knew what was happening, Kelly had tugged her friend's gown down to her ankles! "Oh my... eeek!" Rachel shrieked. Her arms remained protectively wrapped around her chest, but now they were now her only cover. Clutching herself, she glared at Kelly with a look of horror. "What are you doing??!" "Fixing your dress," Kelly replied, calmly trying to take the dress from around her friend's feet. With a slightly unsettling smirk, she added, "Oh come on, it's not like he hasn't seen you in a bikini before..." Rachel's eyes darted to Kevin. He looked even more shocked than she was, having dropped back onto the arm of the overstuffed chair behind him. "Er, I hardly think this is the same thing!" Rachel retorted huffily. Of course, Kevin's gaping expression confirmed her point. He knew he probably ought to look away, just as Rachel knew she probably ought to run out of the room. But neither did. Even as Rachel continued to glare at Kevin, she found herself intrigued by his curiosity. He knew that he was being unforgivably brazen, but he simply could not pry his eyes away. Though tall and slender, Rachel's body was enticingly voluptuous and boasted a bosom that her arms could hardly contain. Turning away wouldn't do much her for her modesty either, seeing as she had the benefit of but the fig-leaf of a thong. Meanwhile, in the face of all the awkwardness she had created, Kelly just feigned indifference. She busied herself with the zipper. The two of them might have even suspected that they were the pawns in a twisted joke if they hadn't been hit with another interruption... "Did I hear someone shouting?" This time the voice was that of Lily, one of the bridesmaids. ~~ [ 4 ] ~~ "Whoa!" Lily gasped, before anyone had a chance to reply. "Wh... what the...?" Again, Rachel and Kevin panicked. Their guilty reaction this time was revealing of where their minds had wandered, but Kelly ignored it and explained calmly. "I had to take off the dress to fix the zipper." She paused and gave an apologetic smile, for the first time showing some empathy for poor Rachel. "I guess it didn't really think it through. Could you give Rachel your sweatshirt?" Lily looked down at her white, fitted zip-up and tugged at her sleeves somewhat embarrassedly. "Um, I... well I would, but I just kinda threw this on," Lily answered, quite aware that Rachel was about to demand a better reason than this. "I only have a bra underneath!" "Only a bra??" Rachel mocked indignantly. "If only I could be wearing so much!" Lily laughed despite herself, followed by Kelly, then Kevin, and eventually Rachel herself. What was most comic, Rachel realized, was that she easily could have been out of the predicament by now if she hadn't been so keen on arguing about it. Nonetheless, Lily had been persuaded. "Is it alright?" Lily asked, looking at Kevin as she reached for her zipper. "I... uh... um..." Kevin started, fumbling around for the right way to answer the question before realizing it was really directed at Kelly. "Of course," Kelly cut in. "It's just Kevin... and I assure you, it has become very hard to embarrass him lately." Lily smiled and peeled down her zipper to reveal a lacy, turquoise bra underneath. Kevin had been prepared to play it cool until he had heard his girlfriend's last comment. "Hard to embarrass lately." He knew exactly what she was alluding to, and the comment was not at all intended to help him keep an innocent mind. Recently the two of them had indulged a little thrill-seeking in their sex life, which had shown them both to be harder to embarrass than they would have expected. The thrills, whether taking the risk of getting caught or sharing fantasies about threesomes, had been a sure way to get the two of them hot. Kevin had suspected that Kelly's openness around her friends today was meant to stoke his fire a little bit, but her comment just now had sparked a more improbable thought: could it be that even her friends were in on it?! Watching Lily shrug off her top, his heart was now pounding with innuendo. "Hard to embarrass...?" Lily herself finally gave away the answer with a question that dripped like syrup from her lips. "Oh?" she intoned, with a highly suggestive coo. "Just how hard has it become?" At that moment, the corners of Kelly's mouth curled up into a diabolical grin. She had been able to keep a straight face so far only by concentrating on the zipper, but when she tossed the dress aside, Kevin faced the baffling, yet tantalizing, realization that he had just been a dupe in an elaborate joke. "How hard?" Kelly echoed. She was keen not to leave Lily's cue unheeded. "Let's find out." She swaggered up to her fiancé. Staring him smugly in the face, she squeezed the front of his pants and watched his eyes go buggy! "Oh boy," she announced, practically chin to chin with Kevin, "even harder than I expected!" Her accomplices tittered. The charade had all been worth it just to see Kevin get his goat. Meanwhile, Kevin's mind was racing. What had gotten into his girlfriend? What sort of high jinks could have inspired these girls to show him a little skin just for a laugh?? Whatever the game, the grip of Kelly's hand was making him certain that he wanted to play along. "I doubt you can be that surprised," Kevin smiled, letting his eyes drift from his fiancée's smirk to the gleaming bodies of her two friends. It was a little disarming to see how readily Lily invited the attention, letting her chest heave proudly in its turquoise cups. The color was lovely against the light, tawny tones of her skin. She was native Hawaiian with a tight surfer's build and luscious, midnight-black waves in her hair. Tossing her hair behind her shoulders, Lily grinned. "I guess we're rather hard to embarrass, too," she quipped, slinging her sweatshirt onto the counter. A wince of disappointment came over Kevin as he saw Rachel reach for the shirt. She looked so good without it! He was quickly consoled, however, when she turned her back on him in order to free up her arms. His eyes glided down her slender back and sunk a long, juicy bite into the peach of a rear that was blushing in her thong. Smiling to herself, Rachel slipped the sweatshirt around her shoulders and zipped it. "I was kinda hoping that zipper would be broken, too," Kevin cracked. But when Rachel turned around, it was apparent that she had zipped it scarcely enough to cover more cleavage than before. "Oh, there was nothing wrong with the first one," Kelly revealed, relishing the chance to turn the tables once more on Kevin. She strolled over to pick up the dress and instantly pulled the zipper shut. Kevin could do nothing but laugh. "So you were really just setting me up all along?" he asked in bewilderment. Lily smirked at him and pulled an open cell-phone from the back pocket of her hip-hugging jeans. She smugly flipped it shut as Rachel clicked the house phone back onto its receiver. Kevin chuckled, clapping his hands with congratulations. "Wait a sec," he said, arriving at the most tantalizing question of all. "Setting me up for what?" ~~ [ 5 ] ~~ The scheming had begun the night before, at Kelly's bachelorette party. Her maid of honor, Rachel, had planned it to be a low-key event, just a private room at a bar where they could unwind and play some of the typical party games for sending off a bride. So they dolled up Kelly in her honorary "princess" crown and kept the champagne flowing. The early evening saw several rounds of "truth or dare," more than a couple drinking games and even a friendly raffle for a gift certificate to Victoria's Secret. But as the night wore on, the games became even more risqué. One game involved—in a perfectly innocent fashion—that staple of bachelorette debauchery, a large, purple dildo. The girls had to hand it around, and at each of their turns, they had to ask the bride a "probing" question. The catch was that, if the bride chose to answer, then the asker had to divulge an answer of her own. So around the dildo went, the questions getting steamier with each pass. "How many dates was it before you and Kevin had sex?" "Have you ever been so loud that the neighbors complained?" "When was the first time you gave a blow job?" "Spit or swallow?" "Is Kevin bigger or smaller than this dildo?" "What's your favorite position?" "What's his?" "Have you ever done a strip tease for him?" "Have you, or would you ever have a threesome?" To the chagrin of her friends, Kelly had answered every question readily until the last one. The threesome question not only probed, it hit a sweet spot. Her hesitation spoke louder than words. "You have??" gasped Claribel, who had asked the question. Kelly glanced around furtively, worried that she was being judged. She had never mentioned this experience to anyone. But none of her bridesmaids appeared to be scandalized--just curious, even excited, to hear the details. They coaxed her eagerly. "With another woman, or another man?" Lily asked. "Man," Kelly answered, smirking once she noticed how their eyes lit up. "Tell, tell!" they all urged. "Well, it was with Kevin..." she shakily began. It had been several months back, when Kevin's best man, Charlie, was still his roommate in the apartment that was now their own. It was a late night after a party, and thinking that Charlie had fallen asleep next to them, Kelly and Kevin started getting frisky. She crept down and started giving Kevin head, only to realize at the critical moment that Charlie had caught them in the act! Fortunately, Kevin had been oblivious about his roommate having awoken, and both Kelly and Charlie kept it a secret. But the scene replayed in Kelly's mind for a week, making her hornier each time around. She had meant to put the incident behind her, but when things started getting hot and heavy at the apartment again the next weekend, she decided to see if Kevin would be into letting Charlie watch. It was a bold and scary move for her, but it turned into one of the hottest situations any of them had ever experienced. After that day, the three of them would end up having only one more encounter because Charlie was moving across the country for work. The night before he left, things got hot again, and this time Charlie was invited to join the fun. It went only as far as some heavy messing around, but Kelly confessed that the things she did with Charlie were thrills that she and Kevin fantasized about even to this day. "Wow, that is so hot," Rachel breathed. Spellbound, everyone nodded in agreement. Kelly felt strangely unburdened by sharing the secret and comforted that it was so warmly received. Talking about it even made her a little tingly. "Have you seen Charlie since then?" Kristen asked. "Not so fast," Kelly admonished, grinning wryly. "I believe I'm entitled to hear an answer in exchange!" It was Claribel, her friend from high school years, who owed the response. Caught off-guard, she began to blush. "You, too??" Kelly shrieked, realizing that the two of them apparently hadn't confided all of their secrets over the years. "A threesome?" Claribel bit her bottom lip, holding up four fingers in reply. "Four!" Kelly exclaimed, in an almost ecstatic hallelujah. "Oh we SO need to hear about this!" The Bridesmaids Ch. 01 Once the choir of eager giggles hushed, Claribel spilled the details. After that, the truth continued to flow. To Kelly's amazement, nearly all of her bridesmaids had a similar experiment in their pasts! She would never have guessed the things her friends had kept secret! For Claribel, too, it had begun with an innocent mistake. Back in Oregon, at grad school, she had accidentally walked in on her officemate while he was getting a blowjob from his girlfriend. Despite the embarrassment, curiosity managed to get the best of everyone, and she actually stayed to watch! When the three of them were joined by her old flame from college the next weekend, it took only a little wine to coax out their exhibitionism again. By then, they were all keen to do much more than watch. With Marietta, boredom had been the spur. On a cross-country road trip during her last year of college, she and three friends were stuck in a car with little else than a camcorder and each other for entertainment. With hours of goofy antics on tape, there was scarcely any inhibition left to test--until the girl in the front of the car proposed to give her boyfriend a "reward" for driving so much of the way! Marietta and her voyeur-partner in the back seat recorded the whole thing and, before long, found themselves putting on a show of their own for the camera's lens. And that was just the first day of a long trip. Lily's goad was gossip, and it had tempted her on more than one occasion. She and her roommate used to chatter endlessly about their sex lives. Swapping so many intimate details gave them very little to hide from one another and a whole lot that they were sorely tempted to share. Temptation eventually got the best of them, had its way even more readily with their boyfriends, and eventually swallowed up a few of their other friends, too! Lily divulged just enough of this history to make the other girls at the party breathless, but it was clear that she had oceans of gossip yet to spill. Rachel's admissions were less of a surprise. Kelly knew that her maid of honor was something of a wild child. You wouldn't have known it from her career-woman façade, but she really knew how to cut loose. It was the sheer rush of adrenaline that first enticed Rachel into doing a threesome with a couple of friends. Once she knew the thrill, it seemed inevitable that her incorrigible habit of flirting with everyone would get her into a similar spot again. Surely enough it did, and that time with a whole group of friends. To this day, Rachel came clean, she could no longer do an innocent "body shot" of liquor without imagining giving head. Kristen was the sole exception. She was the youngest of the bridesmaids, still a senior in college, while the rest of them were further into their twenties. In fact, Kelly was beginning to feel a little guilty that all of this talk was "corrupting" her younger friend. It was the first time she had felt a tad bit sisterly towards Kristen. They had met in a beach volleyball league and usually thought of each other as peers. But Kristen cast off any pretensions to innocence, confessing that each story she heard made her wish that she had been more adventurous herself! "So you and Kevin had no regrets?" Kristen asked her friend. "No, I mean, we talked about it a lot afterwards. It's obviously going to change the way you think about marriage, you know? But the thing is, it was something we enjoyed doing for ourselves--together. I'm sure not everyone would feel the same way, but we feel like we can be committed to one another and still keep things fun..." "Wait," Marietta broke in, "it sounds like you've talked about doing it again..." Kelly smiled. "We've fantasized about it. But it's more daydreaming than actual plans. Let's just say we're keeping an open mind." "With a guy again, or with a woman?" Lily asked. "Why, interested Lily?" Claribel teased. Everyone giggled. Lily hadn't meant to insinuate anything, but after everything that had been revealed tonight, the chide was hardly enough to make her blush. Nor was Kelly ashamed to answer. "Either," she smirked. "Actually... I mean, don't feel uncomfortable about this, but there's a running joke between us that now that we've fooled around with our best man, the bridesmaids are the obvious next choice..." Everyone squealed with amusement. It had been one thing to imagine their friend getting involved with an unnamed woman, but it was quite another to think that the fantasy would have involved themselves! "Oh just a joke, huh?" Kristen pressed, now that everyone's curiosity was piqued. Kelly was turning a little pink. "Well, yes, a joke," she insisted. "But you wouldn't believe how it turns Kevin on!" "I bet!" more than one of them howled in unison. "What if we helped you surprise him?" Rachel laughed, only half serious. "You know, toy with him. Can you imagine the look on his face?!" "Oh, we should totally do that!" Marietta agreed. No one was quite sure if it was a genuine suggestion or not, but they were all wriggling at the thought of it. They took turns throwing out scenarios for how they would pull it off, and before they knew it, the plan started to seem all too real. That's when they decided to give it a try. The agreement was to get Kevin all worked up, and it was up to Kelly just how far she wanted things to go. At the very least, they'd make sure he would never be able to look at the five of them the same way again. ~~ [ 5 ] ~~ "Wow, so everything today was planned?" Kevin stammered, having just heard the short version of the story and now seeing the two, half-dressed bridesmaids in a way he certainly never had before. "Not everything," Kelly answered proudly. "We faked the broken zipper to see how you'd react. After that, I told the girls that I would just play along." Kevin was amazed. It was shocking enough that Kelly had told her friends about their fantasies, but what was really impressive was how far they had gone to tease him about it. "The things you'll do just to see a look on my face!" he chuckled. Kelly was pleased with herself, but her smile was still filled with mischief. "Not so fast," she cautioned. "I don't think I've seen the right look on your face yet..." "What do you mean?" replied Kevin, worried that he wasn't getting the joke. Then a new voice came from the hallway. "You didn't think the rest of us chickened out, did you?" asked Claribel. Kevin's eyes grew wide. Sauntering into the room came the other three bridesmaids, all now dressed in lingerie! He was speechless. "I don't know if that's the look you wanted on his face, Kel," Claribel added, "but it's a good one!" She smirked at Kevin, quite conscious that his eyes were already piercing through the sheer fabric of her black nightie. Not even in his secret fantasies had he imagined these girls looking so sexy. He eyed them each up and down, finding each outfit more alluring than the last. "Um, so don't we have a bet to settle, Kelly?" Kristen broke in, shaking Kevin's eyes loose from her stockings. "What do you mean?" asked Kelly, genuinely unsure. From behind her back, Kristen brought out a reminder from last night's gathering. It was the large, purple dildo. "I believe we weren't quite convinced when you claimed that Kevin was even bigger than this!" The bridesmaids all snickered, remembering the bet. Kevin gulped. Kristen seemed intent to up the ante for this little game they had started. Perhaps she was covering for inexperience, or maybe she felt a burst of confidence in her new lingerie. She had won the gift certificate last night and had spent the morning shopping for the most seductive outfit she could find. The blonde twenty-two year-old was strapped into a delicious candy-red combo, complete with a lace bra, hiphugger panties and knee-high stockings. She looked as irresistible as her suggestion. "I don't mind proving that I'm not a liar," Kelly grinned. "Do you, Kev?" This was a dare, not a question, and there was no chance Kevin would be the first to balk. He submitted to his fiancée like an eager pet, letting her push him into the chair and climb astride his lap. The other girls crowded around. Until now Kelly hadn't been sure how far she was willing to go, but as she felt the heat of all their bodies drawing together, she simply threw herself into the swell of the moment. Kevin's belt was open before she knew it, and she hurriedly popped every button on his fly. The bulge in his boxers brought a triumphant smile to her face. With a nod to the fake dick in Kristen's hand, she pulled out a real one with her own! "So, am I a liar?" she smirked. She was just as astonished as everyone else was that she was letting her friends look at her boyfriend's cock. Only once before had Kevin and Kelly given another person a peek at their sex life, but that had been a quiet affair. Flaunting it in front of five of their sexiest friends was just plain naughtiness. Yet every single one of them was conspiring in it -- most of all Kevin, who was positively swelling at his admirer's reactions. "Wow, you weren't kidding!" Kristen gasped, and other nodding heads agreed. "Very nice, Kev," Rachel winked. Everyone was a little nervous. Making playful remarks relieved some of the tension. "Yeah, they make dildos this size," Marietta added, briefly palming the rubbery toy in Kristen's grip, "for women who aren't quite so lucky! Now we know one more reason Kelly wants to pin you down." "I agree," Lily remarked. "If you're not bigger than it, you're at least every bit as big." Kelly, feeling like Kevin's champion now, didn't like Lily's hedging. "Oh he's bigger! If you don't believe me, go ahead and compare." Lily smiled. Her friend should have known that she'd call her bluff. Taking the dildo, she turned to Kelly and threw the challenge back to her. "May I?" Kelly swallowed hard. Her friends were really ready to play. She should have guessed as much from the stories they had told the night before. What most surprised her was how badly she wanted to let them. Getting up from Kevin's lap, she rolled his chair next to the couch so that she could sit next to him. She would stay by his side, but he was in her friends' hands now. Someone clicked on the stereo while Lily confronted Kevin. He was giving her the same woozy look of wonder as she and her friends had given his erection. Lily flirted with him, tapping the rubber toy against his knee to the beat of the music. The rest of the girls, staying closely gathered, watched with baited breath as Lily went down to her knees and slipped the toy towards Kevin's lap. He held a deep breath, but Lily left him in suspense. All it took was one last glance toward the couch to assure her that Kelly was as eager for it as everyone else, so Lily made the move, putting her hand around Kevin's hard member and measuring it up against the rubber one! Kevin's whole body clenched with nervous pleasure. The touch of an unfamiliar hand was both strange and fantastic. "I dunno, Kel. Looks pretty even to me," Lily insisted tauntingly. Kelly was on fire. "Oh, please," she argued. "It's not even completely hard!" "Could have fooled me!" Lily remarked, giving Kevin a tantalizing squeeze. Kelly squirmed right along with Kevin. She smiled and reached down to feel his erection for herself. "Trust me," she said to Lily. Yet Kevin knew that the words were for him. These few words of encouragement, along with soft strokes from both Kelly and Lily, were already starting to unburden him of the stage fright. "There's got to be something we can do to help, don't you think?" Rachel asked coyly, leaning over the arm of the chair with just the slightest bit of jealousy. As Kelly's best friend, surely she could be allowed to one-up Lily. So she did, crawling up onto the chair and straddling Kevin's lap. Kelly was getting so excited that she had to bite her lip. The further she let her friends advance on Kevin, the more gratitude poured from his eyes. Feeding the momentum, Kelly took her fiancé's hands and pressed them against her best friend's bare rump! "Oh wow," he gusted. His hands reacted on their own, squeezing Rachel's warm, supple flesh. At first, Kelly was shivering with enthusiasm. Her friends were making a whole lot of fun out of Kevin's fantasy! As strange as it felt to see them together, it made her tingle to notice Rachel grinding lightly against his erection. Meanwhile, Lily, continuing to be brazen, made the choice to tease Rachel for stealing center stage. And she used Kevin's cock to do it. Kelly's eyes clung Kevin's hardness as Lily grazed it along the maid of honor's thighs and tapped it scoldingly against her rear. Breaths were becoming heavier. What had begun as lighthearted play now suddenly seemed to be just a stretch of a thong strap away from hot and heavy fucking. Kelly was starting to feel that it was all a bit too much, too fast. In the moment, they all wanted it, even she. But it was a moment that had arrived too quickly. "Let's slow it down there, tiger," Kelly warned, keeping a playful tone but placing her hand protectively over Rachel's crotch. Kevin cooled his jets, despite the location of Kelly's touch. "Just for the bride?" Rachel asked, wanting to respect her friend's limits. "Not necessarily," Kelly smiled. "There's plenty to share." She was feeling way too horny to discourage her friends completely. Her friends got the message. "Plenty," Rachel agreed, mussing Kevin's hair with approval. "Maybe, then... just a little taste?" She slipped down to the floor, and the force of her last question hit Kevin at about the same time as her mouth. ~~ [ 6 ] ~~ Kevin thought that his heart had stopped beating. Grinning up at him was his fiancée's best friend, rolling her tongue around the head of his cock! Rachel's velvety strokes bathed him with guilty pleasure. After nearly taking things too far, he was feeling distrustful of his own desires. The surprised gasps of the other girls only made it worse. But it was the way Kelly reacted that brought back his pulse: she moaned. Kelly had indulged fantasies like this with Kevin, but she had never imagined that it could make her as horny as she was right now, seeing the enticements of Rachel's mouth. She wanted to see more. Resting her head on Kevin's shoulder, she felt his body finally relax. Rachel smiled. Until last night she had never even entertained the thought of going down on her friend's future husband, and until that very moment she had not been sure that it was really something Kelly wanted out of this game. The prospect now excited her, and with Kelly watching, she opened her lips and let her mouth sink down. All Kevin felt at first was hot breath. Then her mouth closed on his thick shaft. The embrace was wonderful and wet, and Rachel pulled back slowly so that he could feel each inch slide along her tongue. Kevin gave an exalted groan. He reached for his fiancée's hand and entwined his fingers with hers, wishing he could squeeze his own pleasure into her body. Kelly swelled with emotion, feeling his grip tighten with each slow plunge that Rachel gave him. The other girls were awestruck by Rachel. The sight of her giving a blow job was so erotic that they couldn't help but share Kelly's infatuation. Lily, who had not moved far at all, felt drawn back to the scene. Lily watched Rachel admiringly. The gentle sucking was so sensuous. Having lulled Kevin and Kelly in quiet fascination, however, Rachel's mouth was ready to offer something new. She pulled back and started to plant kisses softly down the length of his shaft. Lily couldn't resist the window of opportunity, so she snuggled up to Kevin's knee and clasped her little hand around the tip of his erection. "Ho-leee!" Kevin howled. The stuff of his fantasies just kept coming to life. "Just checking to see if it's been getting any bigger," said Lily with a smirk that Kelly returned. Kevin got a delightful massage from Lily's thumb while Rachel's lips continued to wander. Finding his boxers in the way, Rachel grasped the waistband and stripped off his shorts and pants entirely. His nakedness was all too tempting for Lily. Before he even settled back into his seat, she had her mouth around his cock! Kevin practically growled. Lily's mouth was juicy and warm, and her eager surges were bringing him dangerously close to a boil. He breathed heavily into his girlfriend's hair, making a dogged effort to keep his cool. Just when Kevin thought he could handle Lily's smothering blow job, he found that his trial was just beginning. Rachel, joining back in, started sucking on his balls. Never had he felt anything like this! The sensation of two mouths ganging up on him was making his body melt. With what strength he had, he clung to his fiancée, wanting her to know every ounce of pleasure her friends were giving to him. To even so much as think that there were three more of them clinging to his chair, dolled up in fancy lingerie, would have been enough to put him over the edge. Fortunately for him, the remaining girls had other designs. ~~ [ 7 ] ~~ "I hope you're not thinking of spoiling the fun for the rest of us!" protested Marietta, with feigned indignation. The interruption was well timed. Lily hadn't realized it, but, as the other girls could clearly see from Kevin's reactions, she was perilously close to getting a taste of his bliss. Lily acquiesced and pulled her lips away with a hard suck. She and Rachel were ready with smug response: they let Marietta's challenge hang out there, swollen and wet. "Want some fun for yourself?" Lily chided. Marietta had known that speaking up would put her on the spot, but she had secretly wanted a little prodding. With her heart racing, she walked around to the front of the chair and faced Kevin. She was a gorgeous brunette, Colombian by descent but a born New Yorker. Kevin eyed her with a trembling attraction. She was wearing a plum-colored, strapless bustier that propped up her modest bosom like two clenching hands. On the bottom she wore matching Brazilian panties, which made for a fantastic view of her behind. Kelly knew what a treat it was for Kevin, after so many stolen peeks at her friends, to see them like this. It was, like the moments before, something she wanted him to savor. Reaching down, she calmingly stroked the sides of his erection. The sight enticed Marietta. She moved closer, taking the invitation when the other girls moved aside to slink down to her knees. A terrified pulse drummed in her ears. Had the game gone far enough for Kelly? Was she resentful that another one of her friends was willing to participate in such a debauched game? The answer came bluntly when Kelly swung her boyfriend's swollen member toward Marietta's chin. Bizarrely relieved, she gladly bowed down and let it slip into her mouth. "Oh, gah..." Kevin choked, hopelessly unprepared for yet another new embrace. Kelly, too, was tingling. Having a bit of control was making her mischievous, so she decided to play her own game. Just as Kevin was becoming acquainted with her friend's mouth, Kelly pulled him gently back out again. A string of warm saliva dripped onto Marietta's chin, and she couldn't help but share Kevin's disappointment. "I'm sooorry," sang Kelly, clearly teasing them both. "Did you want more of that?" "Yes!" replied both Marietta and Kevin in unison. Kelly chuckled. Obligingly, she pushed his cock back into her bridesmaid's mouth. The gambit excited Marietta, and she took a couple eager plunges before Kelly pulled it out once more. "Like you said, we can't have one person spoiling all the fun," Kelly explained with a smirk. "What do you think, Kev? Can you handle it?" The Bridesmaids Ch. 01 He looked down at Marietta's gorgeous, pink lips. "Probably not!" he confessed. "But I'm willing to try!" Kelly snarled gleefully at his answer and nibbled on his neck. Any reservations she had about where things were going were long lost. She tilted his throbbing tool back towards Marietta's lips but halted as she parted them. "Lick it," Kelly said with devilish grin. Marietta did, flicking the tip of her tongue around his head. Everyone, most of all Kevin, was getting a thrill from the way Kelly was bridling her friend's good nature for his pleasure. "You want to suck it, don't you?" Kelly teased. She could see the answer in her friend's eyes. "How did I find so many naughty friends?" she gibed. "I guess Kevin's lucky he's marrying a such generous girl..." "Lucky is an understatement..." Kevin began, but his offer of gratitude was cut short when Kelly pulled Marietta's mouth around his shaft. With Kelly's fingers holding back her hair and guiding the action, Marietta sucked deliciously, just on the tip at first. Unlike the tight seal of Lily's lips, Marietta's mouth was plush, slippery and free. As she let loose on him, her saliva dripped sensuously down his hardness. Kelly reveled in the sight and gently pushed her friend's mouth deeper. Marietta welcomed the offer. With his hard flesh pressing toward her throat, she took it in and let her tongue drench it. Watching everything so intently, Claribel and Kristen were now practically leaning over Kevin to absorb the view. He was more than a little aware of their breasts nuzzling against his ears. Although they knew that it would hardly be enough to distract him from a fantastic blow job, they started to tickle his neck and took turns unfastening the buttons of his shirt. Once they had pulled open his shirt and began to stroke the muscles of his chest and abs, Kevin could feel the sensations from Marietta's gift radiating throughout his body. "You girls give beautiful head," Kelly swooned, still guiding the action with her hand. Marietta's eyes gleamed as she paused to lick up her saliva and then went back to sucking. It made her curiously horny to see how enamored Kelly was with her, just as it had made Rachel and Lily. "I could watch you do this all day..." Kelly had begun to say, but she was startled by a sudden knock at the door. Everyone froze. "I'll get it," then said Claribel sprightly, trotting to the door in her sheer negligee. "Are you crazy?!" Kelly shrieked. Claribel peered through the peephole. She took on a quirky smile. "I think it will be okay..." To Kelly and Kevin's horror, she threw the door wide open. There, in the hallway, were all of their groomsmen. ~~ [ 8 ] ~~ At first the guys could not see past Claribel, nor did they want to. "Whoa, you weren't kidding about the lingerie!" exclaimed Peter with an excited chuckle. The other groomsmen, too, were gawking somewhat shamelessly at Claribel's sexy getup. "We weren't kidding about any of it," she replied coyly, waving them into the apartment. It took the guys a moment to absorb the scene. There were so many scantily clad bodies to distract them that they hardly noticed Kevin sitting in the midst of it all. "What are you guys doing here??" Kevin demanded in a panic. Marietta had climbed up onto his lap so that he was at least partially hidden, but he was still left feeling quite vulnerable in front of his friends. "They were invited," Claribel chimed in, answering for them. "Invited??" Kelly balked. She hadn't been in on this part of the surprise. "Let's just say that the bachelor party was... rescheduled," Claribel explained. "We called the guys after we got home last night and told them that we were planning a surprise for Kevin that was wilder than any bachelor party they were allowed to throw. It seemed only fair to invite them to join us." Kelly and Kevin were floored. Today's surprises had been far more premeditated than the girls had let on! "There was only one condition," Peter added. "Yeah?" Kevin prodded, though a little wary of what the answer would be. Peter was a little nervous to say it, but he did. "We were told we would have to help with the entertainment." The guys had been given only a few juicy clues about what kind of "entertainment" the girls had in mind. After hearing that it involved the bridesmaids in lingerie, they all eagerly agreed without further explanation. But none of them, save for Charlie, had realized quite how juicy things around this apartment could get. "What fun is a party for the bachelors unless there's something in it for the bachelorettes? Am I right, Kel?," ribbed Kristen sizzlingly. Kelly turned bright red. The five men standing in front of her could not yet imagine what Kristen was suggesting. "So," said Jake, another of the groomsmen, with a long awkward pause. "Just what kind of entertainment have you been starting without us?" Past the couch it was difficult for them to see how much Kevin had been undressed. None of the groomsmen had quite realized what they had interrupted. Marietta answered flatly. "Oh, we've just been playing a little game called how hard can it get?" The groomsmen chuckled, imagining that she was just being a tease. But Marietta moved aside, leaving Kevin with nothing in his lap but his huge erection. "How did we do?" she asked, as if to sling the question across the room. They all gasped. Some of them had taken it for granted that Kelly would have allowed nothing more than for her friends to tease Kevin with a glimpse at their lingerie. Others had held out hope for something a little more racy. But none of them had imagined that things would have gone so far in this direction—and before they had even arrived! "Yeah... it's a fun game," said Kevin mirthfully. Joking was all he could do to keep control of his nerves now that he was woefully exposed. Kelly glanced around at her friends. She was still astonished that they had turned the surprise around on her, yet she was starting to feel fiendishly glad that the guys had been invited. Her skin tingled with the possibilities. "It looks like some of you are already starting to play along with our game," jibed Kelly, eying the pressure in some of the groomsmen's pants. Each of them shifted apprehensively. "Well, aren't you going to show them how the game works?" she needled in the direction of her friends, turning the hot lights back onto them instead. The girls were getting used to the spotlight by now. The new audience added to the excitement. "I believe it's my turn," came an eager voice. Kristen stepped forward. ~~ [ 9 ] ~~ The room was on pins and needles as Kristen strutted to the center. She squared off knee to knee with Kevin, flaunting her tight figure in front of his approving salute. She had never done anything like this before, not with more than a single pair of eyes on her. But after watching the other girls, she was convinced that it was a rush she had to feel for herself. Her trepidation was well hidden. "That's a whole lot for one girl to handle," she mused. The words tickled everyone in the room. Sensing that her sarcasm had cut some of the tension, she made an impulsive move. "Maybe I could use a little help... Claribel?" Both Kevin and Kelly lit up at the suggestion. The new guys in the room were just getting their first glimpse at how completely Kelly had embraced this game, but their own approval was instantaneous as they saw Claribel come forward to kneel with Kristen at Kevin's feet. Kristen took a long, bracing breath. She had butterflies with everyone watching, but it helped to have Claribel's calming confidence by her side. She managed an anxious smile and bravely slipped her fingers around Kevin's awaiting member. She pulled it between their faces, and together the two of them began to lick. "Oh wow," huffed Charlie, the best man. "Jealous?" Kelly asked. Charlie smiled warmly at her. It was not the first time he had been jealous of Kevin. "Totally," was his infatuated response. The answer made Kristen and Claribel smile while they continued to tickle with their tongues. They were both so pretty, and their slippery licks were like the brushing of light, pink feathers. Like everyone else, Kevin could not tear his eyes away from the sight, as self-conscious as he was. It was unsettling to feel so vulnerable in front of his friends, but their envy bolstered him. Kristen tucked back her soft, blonde hair and started to give him heavier licks. After several, she paused and glanced around. "Was somebody wearing lip gloss? Strawberry?" Marietta blushed and nodded, causing everyone to laugh. The guys looked achingly at her lips, wishing they had arrived earlier! "Nice flavor," winked Kristen, and she went back for another taste. She and Claribel giggled at the discovery and treated Kevin like a jumbo candy cane. He groaned, watching their lips begin to suck at the sides of his shaft. It only took a few moments of this before Kristen got carried away and pulled the top of his cock into her mouth. Claribel let her partner go for it while she softly massaged his balls. It made Kevin's head fall back in utter ecstasy to know that every single one of his friends would willingly give a limb to be in his place. The groomsmen couldn't even remember their original plans for the night. This was a bachelor party beyond their dreams. Judging by Kelly's zealous participation, their friend's marriage was shaping up to be wilder than his bachelor days! Rachel had noticed the groomsmen's glee. Curious to see where things would go, she went over to Kevin's ear and whispered loud enough for everyone to hear. "How do you like your bridesmaids fantasy?" she chirped. Kevin didn't have to answer but only groaned at the soothing clutches of Kristen's mouth. But Rachel's real question was the follow-up. "Do you think Kelly has a groomsmen fantasy?" ~~ [ 10 ] ~~ The question had already been on his mind since his friends had walked through the door. It had been on Kelly's, too. The two of them exchanged a long look, trying to read each other's thoughts. Kevin realized that he was hardly in a position to hesitate, as he was still getting head from two of the bridesmaids. "If they can make Kelly feel anywhere close to the way I feel now, I would love to see her live out any fantasy she likes!" he answered, his eyes steadily on his fiancée. His voice faltered as he said it, not from doubt, but because the thought was such a turn-on that he was close to cracking. Kristen realized it and gently pulled her lips away. She put her hand tightly around his base to squeeze off the pangs of pleasure. Once he had relaxed, she cast him and Kelly a supportive smile and offered his cock to Claribel. Kelly watched Claribel practically flirt with her as she put her lips around it. She could tell how badly her friends wanted her embrace the offer. At the same time, she had become so unbelievably turned on after watching what they had done with Kevin that she was more than willing to see what happened if she said yes. "What do you say, Kel?" Rachel coaxed. "I say... if the groomsmen are as horny as I am, I'm in big trouble!" Rachel grinned. So did Kevin. And so did his friends. "They look pretty horny to me," said Kevin. Upon hearing this nudge of encouragement from the groom, Jack turned out to be the bravest—or least the least scrupulous—about coming on to his friend's fiancée. He stepped into the fray, approaching Kelly and sitting next to her on the couch. It did not escape notice that there was clear erection in his pants. "Oh, you're definitely in trouble," he said to her, with a roguish look, "if Kevin really wants to set me loose on you." Kelly's body flashed with heat. Jack had a soccer player's physique and, as she was noticing for the first time, deeply piercing eyes. She could practically feel what he had a mind to do to her in his gaze. One last glimpse at what her two bridesmaids were doing to Kevin was enough to persuade her that it was her turn to have some fun. "I'll take some of that trouble!" she replied, springing up onto her heels. In a flash, she had straddled Jack, and she could feel his hard-on pressing against the crotch of her shorts. The hairs on the back of Jack's neck stood on end. Instinct lead his hands to her hips, and Kelly grinned, starting to grind into his lap. Jack's immediate pleasure was tinged with guilt. He checked for Kevin's reaction. The sight of his fiancée teasing Jack with the hint of a dry fuck actually amused Kevin, and if there was a smidge of envy, Claribel's blow job was soothing away all the pain. Jack was emboldened, and he moved his hands down to Kelly's ass, squeezing it and pulling her tightly against his swollen prick. A spike a pleasure shot through Kelly's core as his hardness found her clit. Closing her eyes and letting him rub into her, she soon became aware of another pair of hands resting on her shoulders. Glancing back, she saw Lily. "Don't mind me," Lily smirked, smoothing her hands over Kelly's arms. The sight clearly turned Jack on, so Kelly continued to work her hips. Lily was toying with them both. She ran her fingertips along her friend's skin and hooked a finger beneath the bottom of the tightly shrunken tee she was wearing. Jack practically drooled as he watched the shirt lift, revealing Kelly's smooth, flat belly. Kelly tingled, knowing that her friend had pulled the shirt just shy of her chest only to get Jack to crave what was next, and surely enough, when the tease was ripe, Lily peeled up the shirt to expose Kelly's sexy bra. Kelly had worn an especially naughty bit of lingerie, having expected Kevin to be the only guy there. It was a sheer blue 'peek-a-boo' bra with slits through each cup that were held closed only by a tiny bow knot. Kelly blushed as Lily pulled off the shirt completely. "Wow," said Kevin, who had been watching intently and had realized that the sexy number had been meant for his eyes. He was gawking at his girlfriend with the same lewdness as his friends. "You like it?" Kelly smirked. Kevin nodded vigorously. With so many eyes on her body, Kelly was beginning to understand the titillation her bridesmaids had been feeling. As she soaked it up, she felt something else. Lily's fingertips had returned, now tracing the details of her bra! It was a strange to be touched this way by another woman, and even stranger to be enjoying it. Lily's light strokes were so sensual that Kelly simply closed her eyes and surrendered, knowing full well that Kevin and his friends were reeling at the sight. Jack especially enjoyed his privileged view. The shadows of Kelly's nipples were already visible through the sheer material, and he swore he could even see them stiffen as Lily's fingers danced along the borders. Lily noted his reactions and became even more adventurous, slowly encroaching onto the cups. She smiled at Jack and watched him closely as she pinched the ribbons and pulled the knots undone. "Ah," Kelly gasped, feeling the cool air twist around her nipples as her coverage dropped away. She opened her eyes, not willing to miss Jack's reaction for anything. He was, of course, agog. She had gorgeous tits, full and perky, in beautiful proportion to her frame. As if to show them off more suitably, Lily took another bold step and cupped her hands beneath them! Jack was speechless, but the cheers of the other groomsmen summed up his response. He watched Kelly swoon before his eyes, irrepressibly aroused. When Lily began to tease her nipples, she looked practically ready to faint, so convincingly in fact that Jack even flinched to catch her. But rather than collapse, Kelly collected herself and pressed her hips lustfully into his lap. Jack indulged her craving with more of his dry thrusts. Lily had been fantasizing about a moment like this since Kelly first confessed to having flirted with the idea of bringing in another woman. Lily knew the thrills of being "the other woman." There was something intoxicating for her about the euphoria that men felt upon seeing two women together. It wasn't so much that she desired her friend sexually (as supple as Kelly's body was to touch) but rather the rush of being the first to tug at Kevin's secret desire to see his own girlfriend aroused by another woman. Kelly's soft moans were getting everyone really hot. Lily was especially tingly, and when she felt a pair of hands settle on her hips from behind, she instinctively rubbed up against her suitor. The hard-on she felt against her ass was Tom's. She badly wanted to give herself over to his chiseled good looks and heated advances, but it was not her turn. With a flirtatious pout, Lily moved aside and placed Tom's hands instead on Kelly's hips. "Can you handle two of us?" Tom asked in a low, seductive voice. Kelly didn't answer, looking instead at her fiancé with a smirk. They both knew that she was more than capable of handling two men -- except this time, he wasn't one of them. Rubbing it in, just to tease her fiancé, she took Tom's hands and pressed them around her breasts. Tom was woozy. After all the years he had known Kelly as Kevin's girlfriend, it was a hell of thing to be squeezing her tits. Yet Kevin's grin showed no illusions about how much Tom was loving the chance! Kelly knew it, too, from what was pressing into the small of her back. Her body undulated up against both men as she dry fucked Jack and let Tom feel her up. Her skin was slippery with a thin layer of perspiration, which was being massaged over her breasts and soon onto her shoulders and back. The clasp on her bra was a cinch, and Tom eagerly stripped the lingerie away. When Tom seized her bare chest with new fervor, Kelly began to notice a little envy developing between him and Jack. She decided to play it up, leaning forward so that her chest was where Jack wanted it -- right in his face. Tom was forced to let go, and Jack went for the bait, gently flicking his tongue again Kelly's nipples. "Eee!" Kelly giggled, enjoying the tease more than she had expected. Jack was indulgent, devouring her chest like a feast. Her ploy had worked. Tom was reeling with envy. Seeing that she had bent forward, he stepped up and pressed the front of his pants to her rear. She glanced back mischievously. Tom gave it to her, holding her hips and forcefully grinding his hard bulge against her sweet spot. Kelly moaned, yet the more she responded to Tom, the more earnestly Jack sucked on her tits. She was getting all that she had bargained for and more. The contest finally became so heated that she had to pull away for a reprieve. "Damn," said Kelly breathlessly, now sitting up straight. "Your friends are definitely as horny as mine!" Kevin grinned. ~~ [ 11 ] ~~ Kelly's topless body glistened with sweat and saliva as the guys tried to cool her down. Tom's fingers gently stroked her back and shoulders while Jack's smoothed out the bare skin of her thighs. "You didn't think we'd let Kevin have all the fun, did you?" Jack chided. Kelly gave an exasperated smile, and all three of them took a long glance at the fun Kevin's dick was having. Claribel and Kristen were now taking turns sucking on the head. "Still," Kelly gnawed back, "you boys need to take a lesson from my girls and learn how to share nicely." "Is this nice?" asked Tom, provocatively, moving his hands gently over her breasts and down her smooth belly. His fingers knew just what they wanted, and they wasted no time unfastening her shorts. Kelly bracingly closed her eyes and leaned back against Tom as his fingers slipped like butter into the front of her panties. She was already gloriously wet. The Bridesmaids Ch. 02 Chapter 2: Coitus Interruptus "Virtue is to vice as coal is to diamonds." - Karl Kraus * Veronica started. A sound caused her to leap awake. She had been asleep, but she didn't know for how long. Trent lay beside her, his arms and legs spread out. He quietly snored. 'The sound of the motorcycle didn't wake him up,' Veronica thought. The engine revved again. It sounded ferocious, just like her boyfriend Rod. She quickly checked the clock on the night table. It was nearly 5:00 PM. 'When did I fall asleep?' She looked around the room for something to wear. Her only clothes were up two flights of stairs in her bedchamber. Once Rod walked inside there would be no time. 'Maybe I could meet him naked? He always likes that,' The downstairs door opened and she heard footsteps. It sounded like he wore his jackboots today. "Nicky, it's me! Where you hiding?" It was Rod. Veronica quickly ran to the bathroom, her heart full of dread and anticipation. She cleaned the dry cum off her thighs and breasts. 'I hope I haven't missed a spot. He'll whip my ass for sure,' Veronica wasn't sure if she feared or craved the proposition of Rod whipping her. She tiptoed downstairs, hoping Rod hadn't woken up Trent. Rod had been a member of the Vector Enterprises Domestic Security Detail (the DSD). The DSD provided bodyguards and armored vehicles to the senior executives at Vector Enterprises. The extra security was necessary because "moral traditionalists" (a bloodless euphemism for the Christian terrorists who showed the secular God's love through pipe bombs and death threats). The DSD called the groups "Psychos for Christ", "Jihad for Jesus", or simply "The Germ Lovers." Why anyone would want to kill people who save people from horrible, socially stigmatizing diseases puzzled everyone at Vector Enterprises. It seemed to defy all logic, reason, and decency. These groups found salvation in sickness and turning sexuality into a fearful fatal act best left to the stifling confines of monogamy. Besides being morally vacuous, disease-loving psychotics, they were boring too! And they wanted the rest of humanity to live joyless, boring, sex-hating lives just like them. The fact that Vector Enterprises also owned porn studios, gay bars, and family planning clinics didn't help. Those were deal-killers in the bygone age of "Family Values." But the "moral traditionalists" routinely lost ground when their leaders became exposed as hypocrites and frauds. Their ranks included closeted gays, prostitute aficionados, and abusive parents. Rod had met Veronica at a corporate soiree. She was working as a coat check girl. It was around four years ago, before the Big Cures Program went public. She had been twenty-one, Rod had been thirty-three. Rod's twin passions involved the motorcycling and bondage scenes. To Veronica, an impressionable Russian girl from a strict family, Rod's leather menace mesmerized her. With the money he saved from his security work, he planned to open a private dungeon somewhere in downtown Cannes. He began cultivating a client list and searching for potential properties. He took off his mirrored shades and put them in the front pocket of his heavy black leather jacket. The silent beach house became filled with sounds as his jackboots and leather chaps. "Roddy!" When Rod turned around he saw Veronica. She walked towards him, an unbuttoned white shirt barely covering her buoyant breasts. Her boxer shorts rubbed against Rod's tight jeans. "Nicky!" He said kissing her. As he kissed her, Veronica took off his biker cap and put it on her head. "I missed you so much," He began to kiss her neck. "Me too," She whispered in his ear. Then she bit his earlobe. She sighed, her body loosening while his black leather gauntlet gloves caressed her ass. They kissed again, this time Rod bit her bottom lip. His teeth clenched her lip until she pulled hard. "Been behaving yourself?" He asked. She innocently nodded, her green eyes staring intently into Rod's. "Then I can give you my reward," He smiled rakishly. He guided her hand to the bulge in his jeans, letting her gently fondle his cock. The pulsing beast ached to break out. "Veronica?" It was Trent. Veronica froze. She bit her lower lip and looked away. "What's a matter?" Rod asked, slightly confused. "It's my boss," "He's here?" Rod became more confused. "I thought he worked weekends? Doesn't he stay at the Vector Corporate Residence when he's working?" "That's just it. He's done working. At least for now. I think?" She was glad Rod hadn't caught on. "I'm sure he won't mind the maid fucking her boyfriend at his place. It's big enough for the three of us. Plus, he's a swinger anyway," Trent unleashed his throbbing cock from his jeans. "He might get off on watching us." He smiled rakishly again, inhaling quickly as she stroked the long shaft. Then Trent, dressed only in a pair of sweatpants, walked into the hallway and saw them. "Veronica, can you call that Chinese place for dinner. I'm sure you're hungry too, the way we fucked in the --" Trent froze, dropping his newspaper on the floor. "Um, this is awkward," Trent said breaking the silence. "Rod, I'm sorry," Veronica began apologizing, her eyes moistening. "I didn't tell you to stop, bitch!" Rod said, his voice even and cold. "Hey! You're talking to one of my employees!" Trent snapped. "Back off, rich boy! This is my girlfriend," 'Christ, do I ever get to have one all to myself?' Trent thought, more annoyed than offended. "You fucked her. Now it's my turn," He pushed aside her shirt and scooped up her breast, his thumb caressing her nipple. "Now suck my cock, slave!" He growled, pinching her nipple hard. Veronica gasped in pain and then said: "Yes master," The moment she craved had arrived. Being humiliated in front of her boss would only make it more pleasurable. She began sucking his cock. Her brows furrowed as she emitted little sighs. His cock didn't taste like Trent's, it tasted like leather and cigar smoke and gasoline. Memories of dim biker bars and rundown strip clubs flooded her mind. On amateur night she gave him a show he never forgot. Trent understood now. This wasn't some yob hooligan abusing his girlfriend. The bondage scenario enriched their relationship with a theatrical depravity. Its rawness and artificiality aroused him. "You!" Rod pointed at Trent. "What's his name?" He asked Veronica, still vigilantly savoring his erect cock. Releasing him from her mouth, it made a comical suction noise, like opening a tightly sealed jar. "Trent," she said quietly. "What? I can't hear," "Trent!" She said a little too loud. Rod smiled, trying to hide his embarrassment. "You, Trent!" "Yes?" Trent said, trying not to laugh at Rod's faux pas. "We are going to teach my slave a lesson. Are you willing?" "What does it involve?" Trent, still turned on, became slightly wary of this Master's designs. Right now he didn't exactly inspire awe and respect. "I need a blindfold and a bed," Veronica giggled in glee. "I didn't tell you to stop, Slave! Keep at it or you'll get spanked!" * "This may be a little tricky, but it should work," Rod said, standing back to admire his masterpiece. "Looks pretty sturdy," Trent replied. "It should withstand the wear and tear," What Rod and Trent admired was Veronica. Rod had handcuffed her wrists to the metal headboard. Her arms spread out in a pose of mock-crucifixion. Wooden clothespins clenched her nipples. Veronica readied herself for a saintly martyrdom. Her body would become host for pleasure and pain, twin sensations that will intertwine around her like lusty beasts. "What about her legs? Aren't you afraid she'll kick you?" Trent asked. "No, not really. We've been wanting to do this for a while now. And if she does go crazy and hurts her Master, I'll give her a spanking she won't forget. Want to start?" Rod asked as he motioned to Veronica. His arm swept over her body like a king showing his knights a future battlefield. "You first," Trent said, also motioning towards Veronica. "Much obliged kind sir," He bowed slightly, then stripped off his clothes. He kneeled on the bed, positioning himself for entry. Trent didn't know what to make of Rod's bizarre notion of chivalry. He knew he didn't want to share Jocasta this way, that was for damn sure. He also didn't want to think of her fiancé right now. The thought of Jocasta cheating on Trent - if fucking her fiancé could be considered cheating - turned him on. He watched Rod slide his massive cock into Veronica's cunt. She moaned loudly. Her moans became louder as Rod's fucked her more rapidly. Unable to control his arousal, Trent slipped off his sweatpants and began to jack off. Her legs wrapped around Rod's muscular body. His body moved in violent waves, pushing her thighs high with each successive thrust. He twisted the clothespins, making her groan in ecstasy. She bit her lower lip, trying to hold back the sweet pain. Rod drowned out this ecstasy in deep kisses, their tongues intertwining in a decadent dance. "I bet you like that, huh? Makes you think about your boss, his dick up inside your cheating pussy," Veronica nodded while she absorbed Rod's jackhammer thrusts. Rod motioned for Trent to join them. Trent walked on to the bed. He offered Veronica his cock. She began to suck it wildly, her body writhing in abandon. As her tongue traveled up and down his long shaft, her moans became feral. "I bet you can barely tell the difference. They're all the same to you," Rod smacked her ass. Then smacked it again, harder. She whimpered as she swallowed Trent's cock. But all cocks weren't the same to Veronica. Each had their own special characteristics and each reflected the personality of their owner. She thought Rod's cock possessed the stiffness and stamina of wondrously violent machinery. The security men had cocks like their guns, pumped and primed, ready to fire. She still found Trent's cock enigmatic, hard to pin down. It lacked the blue collar savagery of Rod's cock yet possessed violence all its own. Trying to break free of her restraints, her biceps flexed and her hands grabbed at air. "Let's switch," Rod said, withdrawing himself. "I'm going to teach her a lesson." Trent stepped aside as Rod slipped in beneath Veronica's writhing body. He held up her legs, positioning himself beneath her plump buttocks. Veronica arched her back, then let Rod enter her anus. She let out an anguished whimper, her body transported into a dream realm of perversity and pleasure. "Oh Trent please fuck me!" She gasped. "Do whatever you want to me." Trent could barely contain himself. There she was, so open, so vulnerable, a bound beauty pleading him to act out his every desire. His cock, moistened from her lips, ached for release. He gripped his cock tightly, then slid it into the moistened folds of her cunt. Veronica gasped again. "Oh yes yes yes!" She sighed. "Don't be afraid, my body is your playground." Her body writhed while Rod fucked her with mechanical precision, the force of each thrust channeled into the ever deeper fleshly chasms. Trent caressed her sweat-slick thighs and licked her sternum. She felt smooth and tight around his cock, clenching and releasing in sudden bursts. He removed the clothespins from her nipples, playing with each. Then he sucked one, his mouth engulfing the darkened flesh, tasting her sweaty skin. She cried when he bit her nipple. He held it between his teeth like a fruit, his tongue flicking across the engorged flesh. "Harder. Harder." She said. Trent wasn't sure who that meant. Both obliged, sending her into more profound waves of bliss. As Rod held her moist thighs, Trent grasped her breasts, his fingers pinching her hard nipples. Continuing to gorge on her nipples like some unrepentant glutton, Trent failed to notice Rod pulling out. Sucking her tits, drunk on her scent and the taste of her sweat, he let Veronica fuck him. Her body slammed up and down on his hot throbbing cock. Each thrust forcing him to hold back the rushing semen. Pure will and pure pleasure became locked in combat. Rod moaned as Veronica sucked his cock. With renewed abandon, she slid her tongue across his long hot shaft. She could taste her own pussy on his cock, hot and tangy like fresh oysters. Dreams of other maids invaded her imagination. Fantasies that would hasten her orgasm. Images and memories collapsing into each other like the naked maids fucking each other, dildos slicked with their hot cunt juices, their bodies degraded and sanctified by the sticky cum drenching their bodies. The men watching. The men cumming. A baptism and communion of flesh mixed together in a blasphemous daisy chain of depravity. Gripping her thighs, Trent held Veronica in place as he fucked her mercilessly. Like a jackhammer pointed to the sky, his cock rapidly pumped Veronica. She held on to Rod's dick, her teeth clenching it delicately. Rod moaned, his body tightening in apprehension. She released Rod's cock and gave Trent an order: "Fuck me in the ass! Do it! Fuck me hard!" Trent obliged. After he slid out of her moistened cunt, he clasped his cock hard. 'I don't want to cum,' Trent thought between gritting teeth and a sweaty brow. 'Not yet. The longer I hold out, the better my orgasm will be.' When he inserted his cock into Veronica's ass, she gasped. She looked like she was in agony. And Trent wasn't even in completely. He inched himself in, farther and farther. Each successive thrust making her whimper even more. Trent feared he would hurt her. Meanwhile Veronica savored the cock as it plunged into her body, drilling deeper and deeper. "I always wanted you to violate me," She whispered, her moistened eyes shedding tears that trailed down her cheekbones. Trent licked up her tears, his eyes glowing like a Slavic demon. Then he kissed her, their tongues intertwining, Veronica saliva christened with a thousand different excretions, memorials for the countless obscenities visited upon her body by boyfriends, girlfriends, maids, lovers, hustlers, monks, and priests. Trent tasted leather and motor oil. The fucking continued. Time seemed to evaporate and disappear to the three bodies latched onto each other. Each fed the other's desires, their bodies propelled by primitive lusts. They became less a theatrical contraption than a three-headed monster, their sexual organs devouring each other. Like Ouroboros. Like the Trinity. The withheld their orgasms, holding back the release with ascetic discipline. They struggled against the ever-increasing need to release. Agonies of pleasure crippling their bodies to near immobility, their sacred debauched rites reaching an inert state. As the sun dipped down into the ocean, they each realized their bodies needed recharging. Only food would refuel their base carnal urges. Trent's empty stomach growled, his body fatigued by his pointless non-productive sodomy. He fought against these urges, redoubling his efforts. Each thrust into Veronica's anus powered his ferocity, something more animalistic than civilized. Craving release and nourishment, he completely forgot about Jocasta. Only Veronica mattered, the immediate, the now. While licking her body like a famished maniac, Trent pulled out and came. His cum shot across her pussy and onto her stomach. It leaped out in long glistening strands. Not knowing how long it lasted, when he realized he was done, he nearly fainted from exhaustion. Rod followed suit. Veronica busily licked his engorged glans. Her tongue flicked the hot flesh, teasing it to ever greater heights of ecstasy. He uttered some vulgarities, a perverted litany of curses, as he came over her face. Gobs of cum rolled off her cheeks as she licked off the remaining sperm from his still-hard shaft. * After this triune congress, Trent and Veronica and Rod walked to the nearby shower and washed off. The Bridesmaids Ch. 02 Kevin's fiancée, Kelly, had just given him the bachelor party of his dreams. Her bridesmaids, all in lingerie, were happy to help with the entertainment -- as long as the groomsmen were up for showing the bride a good time... ~~ [ 15 ] ~~ It took a few minutes for each of the girls to make a trip down the hall to clean up from their little party game. Claribel joked in the bathroom that it had been like playing piñata: each of them just took turns swinging until it burst. They all laughed together and applauded just how well their scheming had turned out. A little soap and water took the candy off their chins, and they borrowed a toothbrush to freshen up. Kelly was the last to come back from the bathroom, feeling fresher and only barely more demure with her lingerie restored. Her friends were exchanging names with the groomsmen, and Kelly remembered that most of them had never met! Since many of them had traveled in for the weekend, the plan had been to meet each other at lunch on Sunday. How much had changed in an afternoon! "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't introduce you!" Kelly intervened. They laughed. Their first meeting had hardly been the time for niceties. "Okay, that was a silly apology," Kelly chuckled. "But we should play a game or something--get everyone better acquainted." It had been an earnest suggestion, but even Kelly became aware of its innuendos as she spoke it. All the women were still in their lingerie. Several of the guys had lost their shirts along the way. In the circumstances, they were all left feeling incredibly horny and "getting acquainted" was sounding like a fine suggestion. Kelly grinned. "I have an idea," she said. Everyone was intrigued enough to peel their eyes away from of one another for a moment. "We can play a name game," Kelly proposed. "You'll have to see how well you remember everyone's name. But the catch is: you have to guess who it is without using your eyes." Instantly the idea got smiles. "Brilliant idea," said Kevin, answering for everyone as he came in from the kitchen. It had taken him all the while to scrub himself clean at the kitchen sink. Feeling fresh, he had slipped back into his boxer shorts and brought out a twelve pack of beer from the fridge. He cracked each bottle and handed them around while Kelly dashed off to their bedroom to grab some things for the game. In a minute, Kelly was back. She had pulled together a variety of scarves, bandanas, and neckties, which she passed around to everyone. In her other hand, she had a box of magic markers. "What are those for?" Charlie asked, raising an eyebrow. Kelly smiled. "These are your blindfolds," she answered, "and the markers are for writing down your guesses." "So we write the names...?" Rachel asked. "Someplace where they'll wash off later," Kelly replied with a smirk. Just about everyone got chills. "Here--you each get a different color," Kelly continued, passing out the markers. "We'll count up the number of correct guesses in your color at the end of the game, and that person wins." "What do we win?" Peter asked coyly. "Something fun," Kelly teased back. ~~ [ 16 ] ~~ Peter wanted to give himself the best chances of winning, so he took off his shirt to make himself more difficult to distinguish from the other guys. The rest followed his lead, and the girls aimed to do the same. Lily peeled off her jeans to reveal some cute turquoise boyshorts that matched her bra. Kristen took off her stockings. Most of the girls, even including Rachel, were now simply in bras an panties. Only Marietta's bustier and Claribel's nightie would make them easier to identify, supposing the guys could remember their names. "Are you and Kevin going to play?" Lily asked. "I suppose it's not fair that we know everyone's names," Kelly replied. "Play!" "Yeah, it's your party!" The bridesmaids and groomsmen were unanimous in their cheers. "Of course, someone will have to keep us from tripping and bumping into things when we're blindfolded, though," Charlie added. "Let's say that you both play so that we can try to guess who you are, but you can keep an eye on us and make sure everyone's playing by the rules, too." "Okay," Kevin smiled, with Kelly in agreement. "You'll need a marker," Kelly said, handing Kevin a dark blue one. "We'll need to at least pretend to make guesses so we don't give ourselves away." Kelly galloped in the kitchen and returned with an egg timer. "Ok, so everyone put on your blindfolds. Kevin and I will pair you up and then start the timer. You'll get five minutes to guess each person!" Everyone tied on their scarves or neckties while Kevin and Kelly cleared some of the furniture to the sides of the room. Kevin turned up the music. "Aw, I kinda liked being able to see everyone," Alex joked regretfully as he pulled the necktie tightly over his eyes. "You can peek," Kelly responded, "but only after you've made your guess." "Nice." "Everybody ready?" Kevin asked. "Here we go!" Kelly clicked on the timer. Then she and Kevin led their friends around, partnering them by putting one's hand in the other's. After pairing Kelly with Jack, it took a little deception for Kevin to pair the last girl with himself without her getting wise, but Claribel seemed not to catch onto him right away. It was somewhat comical to see his friends fumbling for clues, he thought, as he looked around the room. Like most people, Claribel's first moves were tenderfooted as she moved her hands up his arms. She squeezed his biceps with a giggle and moved on to his shoulders and chest. Across the room, Alex was already breaking out his marker. He was on the short side compared to the other guys and had quickly realized that his partner was the only girl who was taller than he was. Starting at her shoulder, he formed the letters down the side of her arm: R-A-C-H-E-L. Wanting to see if he was right, he pulled up his blindfold to find the blonde beauty wearing a smile of conceit. "Alright, ya got me," she admitted. "I'm gonna figure you out, too!" She had a hunch who it was, but his name was escaping her. If she could get him talking, she figured his voice might ring a bell. "Now tell me," she asked with her hands gently stroking his chest, "were you the first to go up to Kelly today?" "Nope," he answered, giving little away. It was fun to have the chance, while Rachel couldn't see him, to steal a look at her up close. Rachel just smiled at kept at him with questions, hoping that a complement on his abs (which her hands were really enjoying) might help to keep him talking. Meanwhile, Kristen had already scrawled Charlie's name correctly across his chest and was watching him with amusement as his hands searched her for clues. He had, politely enough, traced out the borders of her lingerie. Given her build and her outfit of a simple bra and panties, he was quite sure that she was one of two people. "I think you're Kristen," he whispered into her ear. She smiled, trying not to give away any reactions. "But you might be Lily." "How do you know?" she asked, keeping coy. "Well, you're both about the same height, and you both have really great, hard bodies. And your outfits were both lacy, except..." "Except?" She wondered if he was hesitating to mention that Lily was a good cup size bigger than she was. It made her squirm to think how inferior she would feel if he had to check! "Well, except that Lily was wearing little shorts, and Kristen's were, er, skimpier..." "Very observant!" she replied, relieved but blushing. Trying not to think about how closely the guys had been watching everything--everything--she had done earlier, she kept at him. "Guess there's only one way to check that, huh?" Charlie's heart skipped a beat. Although he wasn't shy by nature, it was strange to be touching someone whose cues he couldn't read with his eyes. The coltish tone of her voice made him nearly certain that it was Kristen after all, but he was not about to turn down the invitation to confirm it. A pleasant shudder ran through Kristen as Charlie's fingers slipped down her back and cupped beneath her rump. He felt enough cheek right away to know it was her, but he reasoned that it didn't hurt to be thorough. He could hear her hum with approval as his fingers snuck under the edges of her lace, sending shivers along her alabaster skin. There was well over a minute left, and they were both content to spend it letting his hands become better acquainted with the contours of her back side. Next to them, Claribel was still unsure about who she was touching. Kevin had already guessed her, leading her to believe that it was the drape of her nightie that had given her away. A number of guys had the nice build she was feeling on his upper body, so she finally wandered lower to see if she would recognize the pants. All she found, of course, were a pair of boxers. "Hey, now wait a sec," she said, getting wise. With a grin, she reached down further to touch his bare legs. "There's only one person this could be... unless someone is trying to trick me." Kevin could only keep quiet and try not to give any more away. But Claribel was sure already, enough at least to feel confident checking one last thing. With a smug twist in her expression, she stretched out the band of his boxer shorts and grabbed inside! "A ha!," she cheered. She pressed up against him and whispered into his ear. "Still a little too soon? Any of your friends would have had a boner by now." He tried to stifle a laugh, but she had his number. Getting down on her knees, she quickly found a place inside his shorts to write her guess, drawing out a bright orange K-E-V-I-N on a part of his hip that was ticklishly close to his junk. She finished just before the timer sounded. * DING * ~~ [ 16 ] ~~ "Alright, time's up," Kelly announced, having just witnessed how freely her friend had crawled into her boyfriend's shorts. The rest of the players pulled off their masks, most pleased but a few stymied by the result of their guesses. The names were mostly written on arms and shoulders, but a few locations were more daring. Rachel had finally written her guess down Alex's abs; he hardly minded that she had gotten it wrong with "Alan." Kristen's name, curiously, was tattooed in Charlie's black marker right across the bottom of her bum. "Blindfolds back on, everyone," Kevin sounded, after congratulating Claribel on her clever sleuthing. "It's time for the next round." He and Kelly reshuffled everyone. This time, Kelly wanted Kevin to herself for a while, so she paired herself to him in the end. They spent the whole time kissing and laughing together while they watched their friends explore. Marietta had been paired with Jack, and she guessed him pretty quickly. Out of all the nice physiques on the groomsmen, his was made of the sheer muscle of a lifelong soccer player. She gave her hands a chance to savor his sculpted features before writing his name just above his hip. Pulling off her mask, she saw that she was right. Jack moved in to take his own turn guessing. "Wait, don't touch me yet," she whispered, knowing that it would be a dead give away one he felt her silky bustier. "How about I give you a clue instead?" Before Jack could agree, Marietta had pressed her lips against his. He was surprised but kissed her back quite steamily. Soon they were fully making out. Marietta dangled her arms around his neck and didn't object to his hands on her hips, but when he started to slide up her back she had to halt him. "Don't worry," he smiled. "I have my guess already. Of course, you're the girl with the strawberry lips." She was a little impressed and a little embarrassed that he had actually remembered. He pulled back her wavy, brunette locks and tantalizingly wrote her name down the side of her neck. She gave a delighted whimper and removed his blindfold for him. "I can't let this thing keep giving me away!" she pouted, smoothing out the halter that wrapped her trim torso. "You know, I can help with that if you'd like," Jack grinned. He slipped his hands around to the clasps on her back. Marietta didn't reply. She simply began to kiss him again. So they kissed, and Jack loosened each clasp until the stretched silk went slack. Peeling it off, he felt her warm tits press against his chest! He didn't even have a chance to see for himself before a cheer came from across the room. "Woo! Some of you are doing a much better job getting acquainted!" It was Kelly. Marietta turned to her and blushed, recollecting that bride and groom could see everything. Kevin's eyes were wide, just asking to be taunted, so Marietta wagged her chest in his direction. Her breasts were modest but beautifully pert with pinchable raspberry nipples. Jack's hands couldn't resist. Marietta giggled and warmed to his touch, knowing that it was taunting Kevin all the more. The other pairs were quick to make their guesses so that they could finally peek. Marietta quickly had to get used to being the center of attention--and Jack to being envied! *DING* The guys were disappointed to have to cover their eyes again as Kelly reset the timer. But at the same time, everyone was anxious to get with a new partner. The first thing Kelly did was to take Marietta and pair her with Kevin. Her bareness would have been an unfair clue to anyone else, whereas to Kevin it would just be a treat. Seeing Marietta topless had made everyone a little hornier. Tom's new partner pressed up against him right away. She was shorter, and he could feel her bosom squish against his ribs. Embracing one another, they explored with their hands, and Tom could tell that his partner was fond of groping. His own hands slipped down her back and found a firm, shapely tush to squeeze. By her underwear, Tom thought he had a good guess. But he wasn't ready to write it just yet. His partner hummed a little each time he touched her, and it tempted him to be bolder. He brought his fingers slowly up her back, feeling her chest heave into him. With a gentle pull on the bands, her bra sprung open. Tom was happy with her reaction, as she purred like a kitten and nuzzled against his chest, and he felt her slip the bra off her shoulders and remove it completely. Tom's passion took over, and he sunk to down to greet her soft, billowy breasts with his lips. She whimpered, holding his head to her bosom as he covered her with eager kisses. By now, Tom craved his sight, so he tickled his pen across her navel, pulled off his blindfold, and went right to sucking on her nipples. He had been right all along: it was Lily. Just next to them, Kelly was continuing to toy with Peter. He had been adventurous enough to feel her out a little bit, but hadn't found--as Kelly hoped he would--the decisive clue: the tiny bows on her peek-a-boo bra. "I'll give you a hint," she offered. She wanted Peter to realize that they had already become well acquainted. So, smiling to herself, Kelly reached down and touched the front of his pants! He inhaled sharply. She slowly rubbed the shape of his erection, not surprised that after having his hands on several different women, he was still as hard as she had left him. "Any guesses?" she razzed. "I think I'm getting a little warmer." Peter was smirking. "Now you're playing!" Of course, so was Kelly. Her retort was swift, and before Peter knew it, she had unfurled his belt, pants and fly! "Any warmer?" she asked, with her hand now inside his pants, massaging his trunks. Peter's throat was too clenched to speak. He could feel the warmth of her hand sweating through as she squeezed his swollen bulge. "No guess yet?" she teased, knowing that his answer had been squelched. "If you insist..." Kelly gave a smirk, knowing that her fiancé would be watching what she was about to do. Then she reached into Peter's shorts and tugged out his cock! "Aghh," gasped Peter, sorely gratified to finally feel the nakedness of her hand. He knew already that it was Kelly and that, in all likelihood, it was in plain view of Kevin that she was so devilishly giving him a jerk. But it felt so amazing--and her earlier pawing had primed him so thoroughly--that he was well beyond those sort of hang ups by now. ~~ [ 17 ] ~~ So was Kevin. Seeing her touch another man brought him pangs of jealousy, but with those also came the thrill. The jealousy was a reminder of their complicity in each other's pleasure. It was Kelly tugging on him, bringing him along in everything she was experiencing, refusing to stray. In a paradoxical way, it was an affirmation of fidelity. Even as Kevin was going along with Kelly, he was bringing her along as well. His hands had already become fast friends with Marietta's tits, and by the time Kelly had started giving his friend a hand job, he was having a taste of her nipples. With his hands on her ass, Kevin continued to plant kisses down Marietta's belly. "You know how to get a girl hot," she said, breathing heavily. She had already figured that it was Kevin, but had scarcely had an unflustered moment to write down his name. "Can you really get much hotter?" he prodded back. Kevin was on his knees now, and he tucked his fingers into the back of Marietta's briefs, pulling them down to bare her ass. She whimpered as he touched her. There was no thought in her mind of stopping him when he did the same to her front and finally stripped her last garment to the floor. This time Kevin knew that Kelly would be the one watching, and he tickled his tongue into her friend's tightly trimmed lawn. Marietta went weak in the knees. She held onto Kevin's head, letting out moans that seemed to question how this man who belonged to her friend had managed to get her so horny. Kevin could feel her shapely buttocks clenching in his hands as he burrowed deeper, and when her legs began to tremble, he guided her to a seat on the couch. "You're killing me," Marietta whimpered as she collapsed into the cushions. She took the brief chance to scribble Kevin's name across his shoulder and then tore the necktie away from her eyes. Seeing that Kelly was watching her, she became conscious of how invitingly her legs were spread. She blushed, feeling impertinent and, at the same time, weird to know that her friend could see her glistening pink, and instinct told her to recoil. But Kevin's face was already in the way. "Nnhh..." Marietta groaned, melting open again at the warmth of his tongue. She continued to fixate on Kelly, with a face that was now clearly troubled with pleasure. Kelly knew what she was feeling, and she simply smiled back with a quirky streak of pride in her fiancé. Kelly was aware that there was scarcely a minute left, and in that minute things were just beginning to heat up. Marietta writhed on the couch, flirting with a climax if Kevin could just keep her a little longer. Tom and Lily were making out, and with his hand in the front of her lacy shorts, he was indulging her with a finger. Yet neither of them could long keep their eyes away from what Kelly's grip was doing to Peter. His erection was almost visibly throbbing. It pleaded with Kelly to lift its burden, a plea that Peter helped along by loosing the bows on her bra and sweatily rubbing her breasts. The tension was building with each tug of her hand. He just needed her to keep going. * DING * Peter wanted to smash the timer. Nearly everyone else, who had been watching ever since their blindfolds came off, could feel his frustration. "Sorry, hon," Kelly said sadly, giving him a pat on the chest. Any woman in the room would have taken him as her next partner just to give him relief. To see them all yearning for him wound Peter even tighter. Kelly hurried to begin the next round. The Bridesmaids Ch. 02 "Blindfolds again!" Kevin helped Marietta to her feet, and he paired her with Tom because he wanted her to have someone who was well into the action. One of the girls particularly caught Kevin's eye, so he took Kristen for himself and paired off everyone else. At the end, he found Kelly next to him and realized that she had kept Peter! Kelly just smirked. Kevin's heart raced as he watched his girlfriend, full of intent, prepare to be the one to take Peter to his nearly certain fate. Glancing at Kevin, she reached back and unclasped her bra, dropping the flimsy thing to the floor. Her body sparkled. Slowly she brought each of her palms to her tongue and licked them until they were wet and slick. She knew that it drove Kevin nuts when she did this for him. And then, before Peter even knew the round had begun, she wrapped both hands around his cock. He groaned as they slipped smoothly down his shaft. If he had his wits, Peter would have known right away that it could only have been Kelly, but he was completely out of his head. All he knew was that the slippery hands working on him were determined. Once they felt that he was lubricated, they went up for a new dose of warm spit and came back with a vengeance, twisting together in a corkscrew motion. "Ungh!" Peter wailed, utterly at the mercy of those hands. Kelly lifted an eyebrow at her nearby boyfriend. He was watching her aggressive technique, knowing as well as she did how certain it was to have its effect. "Nhh! Nhh!!" Peter's torment was at its crisis. And Kelly's hands just kept screwing. "Annhhhh!!!" Spurts of long-suffering semen broke loose and rushed down Kelly's hands. Kevin couldn't blink. Those hands--so magically erotic as they wrung out pure, gooey pleasure--belonged to his fiancée! Hearing the orgasmic grunts, the others cheered. "Woo!" "Yeah, Pete!" "Ha ha!" Peter couldn't help but chuckle, even as the last spasms were still bucking. Never before had anyone literally cheered for him to come! Kelly pulled off his bandana for him, careful with her sticky fingers to snag it by one of its ties. He smiled as soon as he saw it was her, since that had been his hunch. To see her finish stroking him and then use the bandana to clean off her hands made him quietly shake his head in amazement. ~~ [ 18 ] ~~ Kristen had noticed that her partner was a little distracted. He clearly liked it when she touched him, but his mind was someplace else. When she heard Peter climaxing just next to them, she realized why. "K-e-v-i-n", she wrote down his chest, dragging the tip of the magic marker all the way down until the "n" extended into his shorts. She dropped the marker and reached inside. "Hard again already?" she purred, feeling the familiar bone. She had his full attention now. It impressed her that it had gotten him so turned on, and so soon, to see Kelly with Peter. She gave his tool a little tug and then left it alone so that she could take off her blindfold. "You've got my number," Kevin admitted when Kristen saw that she was right. "Oh, I got that thirty minutes ago," she replied in a roguish tone. Kevin gulped, remembering when more than sarcasm was dripping from her lips. "But now at least I've got your attention," she continued, noticing that Peter and Kelly had left (having gone their separate ways to wash up). "Maybe I can keep it..." Kristen made eyes at him, lightly touched the cups of her bra and began to sway to the music. Kevin was ensnared. She had a gorgeous figure--tight, athletic, with modest but provocative curves. By tracing the contours of the hot, red lingerie with her fingers, she was only cranking up his desire to see it removed. Kevin bit his lip with a smile, and Kristen snarled back, pulling up with her thumbs on the straps of her bra. The boost of her lovely, round cleavage was a feast for Kevin's eyes. Swaying her chest tauntingly, Kristen lowered the straps until they fell limp on her arms. The bra clung in place, but precariously, and it made for a fine tease to peel each cup down slowly until she had nearly revealed a nipple... and then take it back. "Mannnn..." Kevin groaned, getting a raging boner. Kristen snickered and repeated the tease. Then she turned around and, glancing over her shoulder, unhitched the bra and cast it to the floor. Kevin whimpered inside. With her blonde hair pinned up, he could see all of her sleek, bare back down to her tiny panties. Kristen gave her bum a shake because she knew he was checking it out. Then she turned to face him. Yet her hands were cupped over her breasts. She could see Kevin's frustration, and she loved it. His attention was unabashedly glued to her chest as she seductively caressed herself. It was a fantastic tease! He kept getting partial glimpses but never the whole... until Kristen finally, and dramatically, lifted away her hands. "Ah hoh!" chuckled Kevin. It had been a long time since he had been so worked up to see a woman topless, and Kristen's perky breasts were gorgeous. Embracing her exhibitionist streak, Kristen laughed and wagged her tits at him, staying just out of reach. She was intentionally being a tease. It made Kevin churn with pent-up lust, seeing her turn away and then briefly back again, hiding and revealing, covering her nipples only to twist at them and perk them up for him to view. After all her jesting, Kristen turned away one more time, and while glancing over her shoulder, she carefully rolled down the straps of her panties until Kevin could see just the bare cleft of her ass. Kevin looked like a bull ready to charge. She flirted with that impulse, bending over just enough to press out her rump before giving her panties a few more twists to the point where just a rope of red lace stretched across her twin buttocks. A little wiggle was like a wave of the matador's cape: Kevin lunged for her. "You're too good of a tease!" he huffed, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her against his vexed erection. "Yeah, but I always finish what I start," she replied, and she pushed back so that his hard pole squeezed between her cheeks. Kevin took her by the hips and play-fucked as she gave him a grind. The panties were around her ankles before long, and Kevin could feel the warmth of her pussy. As much as he craved it, he didn't dare take off his boxers: they were the last bastion of his self-control. Instead he made do by rubbing his hardness up between her buttocks while squeezing handfuls of her breasts. Kristen purred and rubbed back. And then Kevin felt hands pulling down his boxers. To think that Kristen was telling him what she wanted only heightened his dangerous urge. But it wasn't her. It was Kelly. With a sideways look he stared at her, poised on the threshold of Kristen's seething flesh, stunned at what his fiancée seemed to be instigating. But then he heard it. *DING* Kelly had known that there was time enough only for him to be tempted. When it came to the tease, Kristen had nothing on her! ~~ [ 19 ] ~~ Things had gotten so heated between Kristen and Kevin that they been oblivious to the sparks that were flying between their other friends. Hearing Peter blow his top had made everyone friskier. Marietta never even had a chance to write her guess on her partner because her knees were up by her ears: Tom spent the whole five minutes eating her pussy. Sitting next to her on the couch was Jack. Rachel was giving him a blow job. "Let's pretend we didn't hear that timer," said Jack, wanting to savor the slow, luscious head he was getting from Rachel. Her eyes played with him, and she seemed content to keep at it until someone gave her a reason to stop. "Sorry, Jack. You've gotta share!" Kelly pronounced. It turned her on to see her friends getting hot for one another, but right now she needed to rescue her fiancé from temptation: she wasn't yet sure how comfortable she felt about taking the fantasy that one step further. Jack smiled, but his frustration showed through his teeth. Because he was so appreciative, Rachel kept up the flirty tongue-tickle while the others collected themselves and tracked down their blindfolds. Jack slipped his fingers adoringly through her hair, covered his eyes again, and leaned back to enjoy the precious seconds. "Alright, time to meet someone else," Kelly finally interrupted, pulling her maid of honor's lips away from his cock. Jack's wet boner flopped onto his abs unquenched. But Kevin, being a good friend, quickly brought him another partner. In fact, rather than joining Claribel's hand with Jack's, he placed her hand directly on his cock. "Ah!" Claribel gasped, startled at first, but then she smirked and began to give it a rub. "You're a naughty boy, Kev." "Not quite as naughty as you," he teased back. Walking behind the couch, he whispered into his groomsman's ear, "You owe me one." Jack chuckled and then felt a new mouth wrap around the head of his cock. Meanwhile, Kelly gave her maid of honor someone else to amuse. Rachel was really horny after being with Jack, and she pressed up against her new partner immediately. A whiff of his aftershave was enough to give him away: just moments earlier they had been kneeling side by side, admiring the way each other gave head. "Hi Tom," she sang sweetly to his ear. "How did you know?!" he balked. Rachel just tittered and marked his name on his chest. It didn't take more than a moment for her hands to slip down to his boxer shorts and cop a feel. The ample bulge there had earlier caught her eye--and her curiosity. "Let's see if you're as good a guesser," she taunted, slinking down to her knees. As Rachel pulled off her blindfold, she noticed that Kelly was right by her side. Her handiwork during the last round had ensured that there would be one man down, so this time she quietly stuck with her friend. Rachel just grinned. She pulled out of the band of Tom's shorts, so to share the unveiling for the two of them. It was a delicious looking erection, tall and fat, and after all she had done in front of Kelly's eyes so far, Rachel had little hesitation in snatching it up with her lips. "Augh," Tom groaned, feeling her mouth slide down his shaft as freely as his boxers slipped to the floor. She was hungry for his cock, her appetite having been whet already, so she gorged herself, taking it to her throat. This was just as Kelly had hoped. Tom, it seemed to her, deserved a little reward after being so generous in giving head to her friends, and Rachel was in a giving mood. And it brought out Rachel's kinkiest streak to know that her friend was watching. After showing off what she could do with her throat, she pulled back and tongue-tickled him the way she had done to Jack. "Mmmhh... I might... mm... have a guess," hummed Tom, having fresh in his mind the image of her giving just those sensations to his friend. It was then that Kelly had another idea. She knelt next to Rachel and held a hushing finger to her lips. Then, in silent conspiracy, those lips replaced the others. Giving a blow job to Tom felt so different from the ones she was used to giving to Kevin. Experience had taught her just what Kevin liked--what would make him moan, what would make him come--but Tom's reactions were unpredictable. He huffed each time she brought him into her mouth and panted feverishly when she tilted to rub him inside her cheek. For Tom it was blissful, but he was cast back into confusion. Rachel was one to tantalize and play, but Kelly liked to engulf, to massage with her whole mouth--and Tom still thought he was getting both from the same girl! Rachel watched closely while Kelly pleasured him, and the two of them conspired with their eyes to make another switch. When Kelly pulled back, Rachel's tongue went straight in, making Tom's whole body clench at the barrage of sensations. It made the girls grin to see that their ruse was working. While Rachel gave Tom a good suck, Kelly looked around for her fiancé. She discovered him across the room: his partner, Lily, was on her back, letting him fuck her tits. The spectacle had the strange effect of making Kelly want to giggle, and Kevin's eyes caught her trying to stifle the urge. It was clear that he had been watching, and Kelly was pleased to see him smiling back. Toying with him, she nudged Rachel to let her have another go. "Ugh, wow, you're incredible," Tom grunted, feeling Kelly's mouth envelop him again. Kelly rewarded him for the flattery. Then she had another yen for mischief. "What do you like better?" she asked. "This?" She bathed his cock in her mouth, sliding it around her smooth palette and hugging it her cheeks. It was the kind of blow job she enjoyed to give. Then she handed him over to Rachel. "Or this?" And Rachel sucked him beautifully, mixing in swishes and tongue-twirls, just the way she liked. Tom swooned, unable to answer until she stopped. "How do you expect me to choose?" he replied. "You do each so well!" Kelly and Rachel smirked at one another. "What about this?" Kelly added. She tickled her tongue up under his head and then pulled in her friend to do the same. Tom almost choked on his breath. Their two tongues fluttered down the length of his shaft, tickled his balls, and then climbed back to the top. "Oh fuck," he coughed. "What was that?!" Rachel and Kelly giggled. "There's two of you!" he said, stunned. Having his cock sucked by two women at once had never been more than a fantasy for him, and the realization crashed down on him that it had already been coming true! "You're no sucker," Kelly conceded. "Leave that to us," teased Rachel in retort. A deep, baritone gasp resounded from Tom when he felt her follow up with a soft slip of her mouth. His dick was now so hard that it held like a stake in winter frost. "It's a shame you've got that blindfold," Kelly taunted. "Which one of us to you want to guess?" Kelly gave him another ten seconds of head and then told him that she was one option. Then Rachel did the same. "You're both amazing," Tom finally answered. "But I only have a guess on the one who went second. Where do I write?" Kelly guided Tom's marker down to Rachel's chest. He tore off his blindfold as soon as he could and saw that he was right. It was what he wouldn't have guessed that nearly floored him: he had also been getting a blow job from his friend's fiancée. ~~ [ 20 ] ~~ As horny and eager as Kelly had been all day, Tom could tell that it was her first time sharing a blow job with another woman, too. Perhaps it was the dazzled glint in her eyes that gave her away. Or it could have been the way her boyfriend's eyes stuck to her like glue, less jealous than curious to see her experiencing something sexy and new. "Do we make a good team?" she asked Tom, placing her hands on her maid of honor's waist. There really wasn't space for an answer because, as the two of them cozied up to one another, they met again with Tom's cock. Rachel sucked on the left and Kelly the right, working his shaft like a cob of corn. When their tongues met at the tip, the experimentation continued, as Kelly felt herself kissing her friend. Never, not even on a dare, had Kelly kissed or touched another woman. But it was really nice. Rachel was soft and sensuous, and Kelly wondered if this was how it felt for Kevin to kiss her. The wondering went further. Almost unconsciously, she felt her hands start to caress her friend's back and, soon enough, her bum. Kelly didn't realize how carried away her hands had gotten until she heard Rachel's faint moans. It might have frightened her off if it hadn't been for the sound of similar pleas from Tom. Simply watching them was making his hard-on hurt, and she could only imagine what it was doing to Kevin. Her hands had an instinct for what to do next. They clawed their way up Rachel's back and took the tension out of her bra. As the snaps sprang loose, just a touch from Kelly's fingers made the bra drop from her friend's shoulders. Both of them were now topless, and it made Kelly tingle to feel their nipples graze each other's skin. Too curious to resist, she cupped a hand to Rachel's breast and fondled her as they kissed. Rachel glanced across the room to catch Kevin's reactions--the touching enthralled him, and he was struck by how small Kelly's hands looked while squeezing such a full bosom. Then Rachel looked at Tom. He hadn't budged, as if the swelling in his erection had drained his other limbs of life. This made her smirk. Getting Kelly's attention, she put some space in the kiss so that Tom could see the swiping of their tongues. It was an invitation. Sure enough, Tom rose to the occasion and stuck his swollen dick into the kiss. "Augh!" His long-building grunt of relief was loud enough to turn heads--even those still blindfolded. Kelly and Rachel had greeted him with a devastating tickle, one that fluttered around his tip and danced about until Rachel smothered it with her mouth. The urgency of her sucking knocked Tom back on his heels, and even just as he caught his balance, Kelly swiveled him over to have a suck for herself. The pleasure of this tug-of-war was glorious but short-lived. Rachel's lips were far too horny to wait for another turn. While she watched Kelly giving head, Rachel played provocateur, first tucking back her friend's hair, then smoothing her fingers along her skin. Fondling turned into passionate groping until Rachel finally satisfied her lips... upon Kelly's breasts. The rush of feeling made Kelly arch back, offering her chest for more attention while keeping only a distracted grip on Tom. Pleasure like this was not something she was used to getting from a friend, but she couldn't help asking for more. Rachel tickled and teased her the way she, herself, liked to be pleased. Her hands also knew how to drive a girl crazy, softly clawing down Kelly's back and slipping into her briefs. Of course, both of them knew what effect all this was having on the on-looking males, and once Rachel's hands were in place, she tossed the boys another tantalizing treat by sliding her friend's panties down to the floor. For the guys who were lucky enough to be watching, it was enough to make them wince with torment. Tom, for one, looked so aroused that it wouldn't have surprised Kelly or Rachel if they started to feel splashes of his warmth on their skin. But he contained himself: the possibilities were too ripe to let spoil. Meanwhile, just several feet away, Jack's fate was quickly becoming overripe. From the moment Claribel had felt the spit still wet on his cock, she knew who he was and made it her mission to make him moan her name the way he had Rachel's. It had worked all too well. Several minutes of sizzling, unrelenting head had given him everything to moan about except a clue to her name. Her lips wanted to make him pop, but first he would have to earn it. Getting up from her knees, Claribel crawled on top of Jack. Her hand slowly jerked him off as she spoke into his ear. "You know what I think?" "Uhh... wha-at do you thi-ink?" he stammered in agony. "I think I'm about ten seconds away from making you come." The very suggestion made his semen start to rise. But Claribel clamped her hand tightly around him, holding the climax at bay. "Nnhh," Jack grunted, frustrated but amused by her ploy. "I want you to look me in the eyes and ask for it," she teased. "How many seconds do you think are left on the clock?" As she spoke, her hand twisted around his shaft, bringing him to the verge... until clamping it off again. Jack growled and clawed his fingers around her buttocks. As soon as he felt the frilly lace bottoms, he realized that the face he had been imagining had to be right. He slid his hands up her bare back and around to her breasts. Getting chills, she started to jerk on him again, this time letting her crotch grind along with the motion of her hand. The Bridesmaids Ch. 02 Jack squeezed her tits against his face, feeling the waves rising up in him only, once again, to be squelched. His breath gasped hard against her chest. "I can't take anymore!" He bit the cap off his magic marker and scrawled the letters frantically down her body. Again, her hand began twisting at his cock, and when Claribel saw that his guess was right, she put her hips into it, too. Jack tore away his blindfold and stuck his chin to hers. "Fuck, Claribel! Make me come! I want you to make me come!" His forceful plea burned in everyone's ears. Claribel grinned. This time, as Jack's face began to contort, her hand didn't stop at all. Feeling his body becoming tense beneath her, she undulated her hips with more resolve, tugging and tugging until Jack reeled back and let her have it. "AUGGHHH!!!" The tortured cry sent jism shooting up against her skin. The force of it caught her by surprise when the first bolt zinged the side of her breast and the next one caught her chin. She could only imagine his relief! Jerking him even more eagerly now, she held his tip against her belly so that she could feel every last pulse that she had made to wait. ~~ [ 21 ] ~~ The timer had dinged, but hardly anyone noticed. Jack's orgasm was a far more momentous way to mark the end of the round. Even Rachel and Kelly, despite the fun they were having with Tom, had been drawn to the spectacle unfolding upon their friend's tits. "Wow," Claribel remarked as Jack finally collapsed into the couch. "That was amazing," he replied, chuckling at the incredible mess. "Is there anything left in your balls?!" she joked back. One hand slipped down to coddle them while the other calmed his beleaguered cock. They continued to flirt while everyone else caught their breath. The chance to peek between rounds was growing ever more interesting as everyone became more naked and more aroused. As clothing disappeared, guessing had become more of a challenge, but there was a chance to learn names now that bodies showed--mostly correct--labels. Kelly and Rachel, during the last round, had gotten even more creative with their magic markers, writing mischievous little notes on each other's bodies. Thanks to Kelly, her maid of honor's chest now read, "come on these tits"; the favor was returned with a "spank me" sign on Kelly's ass and an arrow pointing to her pussy that labeled it, "restricted entry: for Kevin only." That one got an especially appreciative chuckle from Kevin. Peter, who had been sidelined, felt lucky to have been able to see all the action. Once Claribel left to clean herself up, Jack joined Peter to rest. The two of them were friends, both having known Kevin since high school. But they were seeing a whole new side of each other today. "Alright," Kevin announced, "I don't know about everyone else, but I'm ready for another round!" The suggestion received cheers all around, and if Kevin wasn't mistaken, the women seemed even more enthusiastic than the guys. Even Claribel returned, freshly washed and eager to make new friends. When it came to partnering, Kelly made sure to hook up Tom first for being such a good sport, so she put him with her younger friend, Kristen. It was becoming trickier to pair people with someone new, but Kevin and Kelly did their best. Of course, they now had the interesting problem of what to do with the two extra women. Kevin grinned with a devilish solution: he joined Marietta's hand... with Lily's. Kelly nibbled nervously at her fingertips, wondering what her friends would do when they found out. Her curiosity was as dark as Kevin's. With everyone in place, Kevin announced that the timer was running. His own partner was Rachel, and before he even had a chance to make a move on her, she went straight down to her knees and started sucking on his cock. Kevin huffed, stunned and impressed by her forwardness. Secretly, Rachel wanted to chalk up a conquest and hoped she had found someone who was ready to pop. Unfortunately for her, Kevin would be tougher game. But her efforts were making him quite happy, and the situation allowed him to peek over at the pair of bridesmaids. At first Marietta touched her partner's arms, finding them slight but muscular--nothing to raise suspicion. But Lily's hands, meanwhile, met with her partner's waist. She couldn't imagine which of the groomsmen was so slim, and when she felt the curve of the hips, she was sure her senses were deceiving her. Wanting to shake the illusion, she reached down to grab some cock... She froze, but the brush of her fingers had already made her partner give a very feminine whimper. Marietta's impassioned hands ran over her partner's shoulders and to onto a chest that was... soft, buxom... and then she froze as well. "I think we've been set up," Lily said with a chagrined smirk. Marietta laughed. She was audibly flustered. "It must be a mistake. Why would someone put two girls together?" she asked coyly, teasing those who were watching by breathing up close to her partner's lips. When she broke away, there were disappointed groans from Jack and Peter--and from Kevin. ("I thought this big cock felt familiar," Rachel cooed to him when she realized he was able to see.) "Yeah," agreed Lily, playing along. "I mean, to play this game with another woman I would have to learn the feel of her skin..." Her fingers stroked down her partner's back. "Or the shape of her breasts," Marietta added with a similar demonstration. The guys were open jawed. Even Kelly was tingling from what she was seeing. She should have known her friends wouldn't be shy. "And all that touching would be enough to make anyone horny," Lily concluded, snuggling up against her accomplice and beginning to playfully make out. It was no mere tease. They were both devilishly horny, and anyone watching might have guessed that this was not a first experiment for either of them. Marietta's hands moved over Lily's skin and made their way to caress her cheeky behind. Lily moaned, and her admirers could see a little smile curl up at the corners of her lips. She followed suit, letting her fingertips grope further and further until they felt the wetness of Marietta's cunt. Kelly shivered as she stood watching nearby. Her back was to Charlie, her current partner, letting his tool rub against the small of her back as her fondled her tits. He could feel her nipples harden as she gawked at the little swirls of Lily's finger. A plaintive whimper escaped from Marietta's throat. The sound made Kelly weak in the knees. She took one of Charlie's hands and pulled it down between her legs, and his fingers delivered what she was needing. It made her breathless to see how readily her two friends opened up to one another. Marietta preened to Lily, inviting her to go further, and Lily did, pressing her finger inside. A whimper came from Marietta at a pitch that made everyone squirm. Kelly wriggled up against Charlie's erection, utterly grateful for getting fingered so sweetly at the same time. "Just guess me. You won't want to miss out on this," she whispered to him, leaning back on his shoulder. Charlie already had an intuition about the body he had been touching--a body that felt so familiar to the one that had been haunting his daydreams since the chance encounter of months ago. In any case, Kelly had given away the fact that she could see. Charlie wrote her name along her shoulder and then slipped his fingers back down to her warmth. Kelly took away his blindfold. He saw immediately what had been getting Kelly so worked up. The two girls shared another wet kiss. Marietta slowly turned her back to Lily and crawled onto the pillowy chair. She smiled softly in Charlie's direction as she bent over and spread her thighs. The gentle touch of Lily's hands had stayed with her. Eagerly awaiting more of their pleasure, she whimpered as Lily's fingers opened her. "Oh god!" Marietta cried at an ecstatic pitch. The soft strokes of Lily's tongue took her utterly by surprise! It made Kelly queasy to watch. For all of her fantasies with Kevin, she had never really imagined what it would be like to pleasure another woman--until now. Charlie's finger was deep inside of her. She could feel how horny the scene was making him, and she was beginning to find it all too easy to imagine being in the place of either of her friends. "That looks like too much fun," Charlie toyed as they both watched Lily's tongue flicker up against Marietta's clit. Kelly could only nod breathlessly, but she felt his lips slipping down her back, and without hesitation she bent forward to let him taste her pussy. Before long she took him down onto the plush carpet, straddling him in a sixty-nine so that he could eat her out while she watched her friends and played with his cock. Meanwhile, the other partners had settled onto the couch. Rachel, Kristen and Claribel had realized, once all the blindfolds were off, that their partners were aroused beyond belief by the sight of their fellow bridesmaids. This sparked a little friendly competition. Kristen was on her knees in front of Tom, as Rachel was for Kevin and Claribel for Alex, and each was doing everything she could to make this round her partner's last! Rachel was giving rich, velvety head. She knew that Kevin would be tough to pop, but she had hopes that watching some girl-on-girl along with his future wife would be enough to blow his mind, so she give it her finest effort. At the other end of the couch, Alex was gasping like he would be the first to lose it. Claribel didn't just give head, she took it. With a tight grab on him, she pushed his pole in along her tongue and swept it into the sides of her cheeks. She was using him almost like a toothbrush, except everything Alex felt was soft and smooth. He had never had a blow job anything like this! His ass could barely stay on the couch because she was tugging him constantly, and when she went deep, she would pull his hips into her face. It was all designed to leave him with only one choice, and he was dying to let it happen. Tom was in the middle of all this. His feet had barely touched the floor again from last round's doubling with Kelly and Rachel, and already he had a petite, sexy blonde painting his pole. Kristen liked to use a lot of tongue. She tickled with the tip, sloshed it along the sides, and kept it rolling about even when taking him in her mouth. Alex loved watching her do all of this with that quirky little smile. Even though it was a whole lot of tease, it was practically all he could handle at this stage. "Ungh!" Tom grunted, with Kristen's tongue fluttering beneath his swollen head. She grinned at him. Using her hand to jerk him off steadily, she tilted her head to the left, then the right, tickling from each angle. "Oh no," he mumbled, feeling himself begin to buckle. "Oh yes!" Kristen snickered back. Tom's fingers dug into the couch cushions. He felt Kristen's other hand cup his balls, and he lost it. The come rushed up. Kristen puckered her lips against his tip just in time. Most of the warm eruption gushed out of her kiss and down to her tugging fingers. Knowing that Rachel and Claribel were looking at the glorious mess, she couldn't help but gloat a little. She grinned up at Tom as the last of it subsided, and she sucked the stickiness off his head. "Damn, that's gotta feel good," Rachel purred after watching Tom melt. She was beating Kevin off with high hopes of getting him to reach the same fate. As gorgeous as her determination felt, as badly as he wanted to let all his tension burst on her jiggling breasts, he knew it simply wasn't meant to be. He gave himself over nonetheless. He hoped with each surge of beautiful pleasure that he would be wrong. But at last the timer beat him to it. ~~ [ 22 ] ~~ Everyone needed to catch their breath. Kelly had to roll off of Charlie, who had very nearly tickled her to a climax for the second time this day. She flopped naked onto the floor, and Marietta collapsed next to her. She had gone down to her knees to return the favor for her partner, and the two of them were nearly spent. Lily's wetness was still fresh on her lips as he rested her cheek on Kelly's ribs. A casual touch from her friend had never made Kelly tingle like this before. Once Tom and Kristen had cleaned up, he went to the sidelines. She was tempted to hang out with the lonely boys for a round, but she was in this game to win it. "Come on, give us one last round!" Kristen prodded, kneeling at Kelly's other side and nudging her. Despite being exhausted, the others were by no means ready to quit. Kevin was resisting the urge to touch himself to the sight of Kristen's finger making figure-eights on his fiancée's skin, but he needed another round lickedy-split. They all rallied their blindfolds. Lily whispered discretely to Kelly, and after Kelly paired her up, she fetched something from the bedroom and slipped it into Lily's hand. "It's the last round. Let's make it good!" Kelly announced, clicking the timer just a couple minutes longer than usual. Lily's partner had stood up from the chair to greet her, but she pushed him back down and crawled onto his lap. She didn't know who he was, but she pressed the little gift in her hand up against his chest. "Just say yes," she meekly pleaded. Alex's pulse raced as he took it from her hand. It was a condom. He didn't know who she was yet, but he wanted her badly. Biting the edge of the packet, he gave it an audible tear. "Oh fuck," Lily breathed. "That sound alone nearly made me come." She was fond of dirty talk normally, but it brought her a whole new level of excitement since they were deprived of sight. She plucked the condom out of his grin and rolled it down his shaft. His yearning was palpable in his hardness, and she wanted it badly. Rising up with her breasts against his face, Lily pressed him into place and slowly gorged her craving. Kevin and Kelly watched wide-eyed as their two friends started to fuck right in their living room. They had paired up with one another this time around and were sitting on the couch, right next to Lily and Alex's chair. To make things interesting, they brought Kristen into their group as well. Kristen could sense that her partners were very chummy from the start, as Kelly took a seat on Kevin's lap to watch Lily's plan unfold. Wasting no time, Kristen took her marker to her hosts' skin and tossed her blindfold away for good. After a little smirk for seeing that her guesses were correct, Kristen saw what was keeping her partners mesmerized. Her own heart quickened as she, too, began to stare. She put her arm around Kelly as their minds both undulated with Lily's hips. "So I've been wondering..." Kristen intoned, gently stroking her fingers down Kelly's arm. "Yes?" Kelly's spine straightened with interest. "I wonder whether I'll be able to convince you to throw me a bachelorette party someday..." She was clearly toying with them, but the question of the future was on everyone's minds. "Are you asking Kevin?" Kelly toyed back, sliding her hand down to his balls and up the heft of his shaft. "Ooo, now you're just teasing me!" Kristen giggled. The ache was that much stronger for having to watch Lily indulge what she could not. But she knew how to taunt back. "What if I'm asking you?" This time Kristen's fingers stroked down Kelly's chest and swirled around her nearest breast. Kevin could feel his girlfriend tremble even as she laughed. "Oh, come on, now you're teasing me!!" Kevin reeled. Kristen gave him a snarl and continued to feel up his girlfriend in front of his eyes. They were all a mess of passion by now, and Kristen wasted no time getting her hands all over Kelly's body. She nuzzled against her friend's neck and kissed across one shoulder to the other. If she couldn't fuck Kevin, she was going to fuck them both vicariously, her desires seemed to reason. Kristen's hands raked down Kelly's back, and she found herself pushing her friend's head against the couch cushions. With Kelly now bent onto her knees, Kristen beckoned Kevin to his feet. She knew what she wanted. She rubbed her hands over Kelly's rear and grabbed Kevin by the cock. Positioning herself behind him, she gave him a few tugs and then guided him into his fiancée's pussy. "Nnn-mmm," Kelly sang in a high pitch, feeling his familiar heat fill her in such a new and wonderful way. The couple held firm and savored one another as if reunited after a long journey. Then Kevin felt Kristen's warm face press against his shoulder, her blonde hair, now unfurled, draping against his back. With her arms wrapped around him, Kristen took hold of Kelly's hips and pulled them tight to Kevin, pressing him forward with the squeeze of her own body. "Unhh," groaned Kevin, feeling himself become buried deep inside his fiancée as her soft buttocks pressed against his hips. Kristen nudged Kelly's body forward and then pulled it back again. The couple moaned in unison and let their bodies slide in Kristen's slow, insistent rhythm. Kelly did not have to look back to know that it was her friend's fingers that were curling into her crazed flesh, and she felt compelled to avoid Kristen's eyes for fear of letting an awkward moment spoil the pleasure they were sharing. With each pump of her friends' flesh, Kristen felt bolder. She summoned the strength in her arms and pulled Kelly harder against Kevin's body and her own. In a firm, rhythmic "whap, whap, whap...," Kelly's buttocks slapped against her fiancé's sturdy core. The sound fed Kristen's frenzy. She held her naked body tightly against Kevin's so that she could feel the collisions rumbling through his frame. She was greedy for their intimacy and their pleasure, usurping not only what she could feel vicariously through Kelly but also through Kevin. With each sweaty thrust she intruded further into their embrace. "More, more, more..." came Kelly's trembling plea between each flex of Kristen's arms. The sound of her voice flashed a memory across Kristen's mind of the bride's answer during one of their bachelorette games: "My favorite position? From behind." Kristen felt a lump in her throat. And then she drove Kelly's hips even harder. "Oh, fuck..." Kevin groaned, feeling himself well up inside Kelly's smothering embrace. Kristen's heart pounded in sheer terror of what she had created. She let out a gasp of pleasure and, finding the courage to finish what she had started, threw herself against their bodies. Plowing Kevin forward, she dropped one hand down between his legs and wrapped her fingers around his balls. His nerves shattered, and with the next plunge, the flood broke loose and gushed into Kelly's warmth. Feeling the kicks of his orgasm within her fingers, Kristen pushed forward and met Kelly's wetness on her knuckles. Each push brought the three of them closer to exhaustion until Kevin's body finally went slack and slumped against Kelly's rear. Breathless, all three collapsed slowly into a pile on the couch. ~~ [ 23 ] ~~ Across the room, Charlie was secretly cursing his blindfold, knowing that he was one of the few people in the room who was unable to watch the passion unfolding upon his hosts' living room furniture. In his scrambled state of mind, the sounds were simply a whirling chorus of sensual grunts and moans. His three partners had pinned him up against the wall nearby the benched groomsmen. The bridesmaids had each guessed his identity almost instantly now that the ranks of men had shrunken, but they insisted that Charlie make all three guesses before uncovering his eyes. So they each gave him a chance to guess--from the feeling of their mouths as they took turns going down. Marietta had been the easiest to guess. She and Charlie had been paired together in a recent round, and her wet, sloppy head was unforgettable. He withheld his guess as long as he could stand it, but as he began to grow impatient for what was in store, he finally took her wrist and scribbled her name along it. The Bridesmaids Ch. 03 Chapter 3 – Diptych diptych, n. painting on a pair of hinged tablets used as altar-piece; pair of hinged wax tablets. I – The Shower "Much can be inferred about a man from his mistress: in her one beholds his weaknesses and his dreams." – Georg Christoph Lichtenberg "You were awesome." Veronica said, her tongue still tasting the hot cum that covered her face. In the shower she rinsed the semen off her face and abdomen. Only minutes before, she had let Rod and Trent baptize her in a depraved threeway. Now in the master bathroom, the trio convened in the walk-in shower. The water drenched them, cleansing their bodies. "I love you." Rod said as he nuzzled Veronica's neck. He smelled the natural perfume emanating from her hot skin. Meanwhile Veronica lazily jacked off her pair of lovers, keeping their cocks engorged. "I don't remember having an orgasm that amazing." Trent said, absentmindedly caressing her breasts. The two men failed to notice each other. Instead they focused on Veronica, revering her as if she were an Eastern Orthodox icon. She had transported her worshippers to a place beyond place, a zone dominated by pleasure. The cocks felt thick in her palms. Each one throbbed in its own particular rhythm. Trent felt exhausted, his body savoring the cool water as it relaxed his body. Right now he wanted to rest. The rigorous fucking drained him. For the first time since he had met Jocasta on the beach, he didn't want to fuck. Letting Veronica massage his cock seemed all right, but he would bow out of any further action. At least that's what he told himself. While Trent thought he didn't want to fuck again, his mind was elsewhere. Once again shackled to the twin anchorages of jealousy and longing, he began to lust for Jocasta. In stark contrast to Trent's exhaustion, Rod readied himself for further depraved acts. To Rod this shower was only an intermezzo. A small break before the festivities continued. "I want to torture you again." He said, his hand gently caressing her stomach. "Do me anywhere you want." She said. "Maybe even Trent here can get in on the action," Rod said. "How about it Trent?" "Yeah, sure." Trent answered, his stare distant. "Maybe he has somebody else in mind?" Veronica asked as she licked Trent's cheek. "She can't be too important, since you drenched me in your sperm twice today." "You were quite the machine, Trent," Rod said. "I've never seen anyone pound Nicky like that before. I bet you fuck all your help in this place. It's sure big enough." "Didn't I tell you?" Veronica interjected, still pumping their hard cocks. "Trent has been away from here all summer. He's been busy." "I spent most of my nights at the Residence," Trent fumed. "Fucking sucked. Vector worked me so hard I forgot what it was like to get laid." "That's tragic," Rod said, rubbing Veronica's breasts, his fingers toying with her juicy nipples. "I've been busy as well. Most of last year was a complete bust since I wanted to open my dungeon in downtown Cannes. Now the red tape is holding me up." "Let me know what I can do," Trent said. "I have good connections. It would be nice to close a deal that isn't a complete bore." Then the cell phone rang. "Sorry, I got to get this!" Trent said as he slipped out of the shower. He quickly threw a towel around his waist and ran, or more accurately slid, into his bedroom. Sliding over to the side table, he picked up the cell phone, not bothering to check the number. "Hello?" His voice was hesitant. He heard Rod and Veronica fucking in the shower. The running water muted the smack of flesh on flesh. "Is this Trent Vector?" A male voice said. "Yes? Who's calling?" While the voice didn't belong to Jocasta, he did hope the caller had good news. "This is Mortimer Selbst, in the Accounting Division." He said, his voice dry and businesslike. "Hello, Mortimer. Why the call?" Since it related to the business deals, Trent began to worry. "Well, overall the recent dealings have proved successful. There's still some monopoly and deregulation business that needs attending, but legal will take care of that." "Who's on legal?" Trent asked. "The two gals from the Dibdin stable. They're going to wrap up talks in the Czech Republic in a couple of weeks. Nothing too serious. The usual United Europe government hoop-jumping bullshit," Mortimer sounded slightly peeved. "Anyway, the Thailand and Hong Kong deals still need to be hammered out. Your father has arranged for a meeting next month." "Fuck!" Trent snapped. "He's delaying the meeting for some reason." Mortimer said. "Can you find out why?" Trent asked. "I don't want to see all my work go to shit because of Asian bean counters. The Chinese Civil War has queered enough of our pitches these last couple of years." "By the way," Mortimer said in an off-hand manner. "Your commission has cleared. It'll be in your account tomorrow morning at the start of business. At least that is good news." "That it is," Trent said. "What's the net total?" "After taxes and fees, the total is an estimated €250 million Security Euros. Congratulations!" "Thanks Mort," Trent felt instant relief, his hard work finally paying off. "Too bad about the Thai and HK deals. If it weren't for the delay, I could have things patched up by September." "I'm sure there's a good reason," Mortimer said. "Goodbye." "Bye." Trent said, hanging up the phone. Late July already, Trent thought. Where did the time go? Trent watched the sun begin to set. It would be another day without Jocasta. Like a giant planet and its moon, her attraction exerted an imperceptible, but powerful, gravitational force on Trent. He still couldn't clarify the reason he wanted her so much. Rod and Veronica remained in the shower. Ecstatic sounds echoed off the marble walls. Trent heard it all. Veronica fiercely bucked Rod, her voluptuous body slamming into her boyfriend's chiseled chest. Flesh smacking flesh, moans and vulgarities erupted from them both. Why couldn't she satisfy me? Trent thought. Her perfect body and insatiable lust satisfied him sexually. But after the ménage a trios in the bedroom, his cock dutifully spent across Veronica's taut stomach, an aching loneliness pervaded him. He didn't dare tell the pair fucking the shower. It would be uncouth and ungentlemanly. It was common courtesy to thank your sexual partner when you were through. Even his virgin brother knew that. He had been with older women before. Trent savored the experience of those women, along with the subtle shading of their beauty. The slow transformation from a smooth-skinned girl to a magisterial grand dame captivated him. Women in their forties ensnared him with their cunning charms and mature grace. He had been with married women before. Adultery was no big thing. After all, he was part of Generation 1 – the progeny created after Vector's Serum 12 (patented in the 2020s) – he never knew the firsthand knowledge of the despairingly elegant equation: sex = death. He had taken Serum 12 after his eighteenth birthday. After he was "Consecrated" sex of any kind became available to him. He never looked back or thought twice during his countless erotic entanglements. The memories of a particularly nice one night stand faded away as the experiences of new casual fucketry replaced them. He wasn't one to regret. But Jocasta threw an erotic monkey wrench into the smooth functioning of his regret-free pansexual libertinism. Hunger replaced sexual longing as he called an all-night Chinese take-out nearby. The eatery had served him well during his abstinent months poring over spreadsheets and writing policy papers. I wonder what Adrian is doing? Or who for that matter? He mused while on hold. Adrian led the entertainment division of Vector Enterprises. His involvement with the global deal making ended a month prior to Trent's undertaking. Adrian also had a lot less to deal with. Trent pored over financial transactions, each involving sums the size of small Asian economies; Adrian had to make sure the porn stars agreed to their contracts and the Netstreams ran smoothly. Adrian had a lot more freedom, but also at a cost. Unlike Trent, Adrian was not a member of the Vector Family and thus could never run the Enterprise. The highest corporate position he could attain would be Special Executive Counsel to the Chairman. While Trent knew he would spend his summers behind a desk instead of heiresses' beds, he understood he was being groomed for the Chairman position. When his father retired, it would be his. [AUTHOR'S NOTE: Part II of Chapter 3's Diptych – another sadomasochistic scenario of the most depraved character – is forthcoming. The voting and feedback of the previous chapters has been encouraging. Thank you.] The Bridesmaids Ch. 04 Chapter 4 The Oubliette "Many things about our bodies would not seem to us so filthy and obscene if we did not have the idea of nobility in our heads." – Georg Christoph Lichtenberg Following the shower, Veronica and Rod met Trent downstairs for an impromptu dinner. Laid out on the stark modernist dinner table, the brightly polished stainless steel flatware glimmered in the approaching darkness. Veronica and Rod appeared, both dressed in white terry cloth bathrobes. A clean soap smell wafted off their flesh, still hot from the recent sex in the shower. They sat down next to each other in chairs adjacent to Trent. "So you don't own this place?" Rod asked, pouring out a heap of chicken friend rice on a black rectangular plate. "No, I've been renting for the summer." Trent said between bites of curry pork. "So who owns it?" "Conroy Jameson." Trent said. "What does he do again?" Veronica asked. She munched on a shrimp eggroll she dipped in her hot and sour soup. "Not quite sure," Trent skewered a crab rangooon and popped it in his mouth. "Last time I heard, he was Vice President of Finance. Did some stuff with Reed Capital Investments. They've been a big partner in the recent mergers. My father sent him to Romania this summer, smooth things out with the banks over there." "Fascinating," Veronica sighed, staring dreamily into Trent's eyes. Then she noticed how distant they were. He appeared distracted. "What's the matter?" "Oh, nothing really," Trent said, snapping out of his reverie. "So how was the shower?" "Something does seem to be bothering you," Rod asserted as he continued to feast. "Not business related, it is?" "No, business is fine. Just got the call and my commission has cleared." The exciting event didn't captivate Trent, who acted despondent. "Congratulations are in order," Rod said with his mouth full. "With a windfall that large, I can't see why you wouldn't be happy." "The money is a welcome relief. An ample commission given the work I've done this year. It's just, well …" Trent's voice trailed off. "Rod, I can't believe you didn't recognize it." Veronica smiled as she held up an eggroll to his mouth. "Recognize what?" Rod asked, puzzled. "I should have known." She began to laugh, trying hard to silence it by covering her mouth. "Spill it!" Rod barked. He slid his hand beneath her terry cloth robe and pinched her nipple. She slapped his chest and arms while she pried his fingers off her tender teat. "Fucking asshole!" "She gets this way when she knows someone is jealous," Rod said, holding Veronica's wrists as she struggled against him. "So who's the girl? Intern at work or something?" "No, nothing like that. Just a lady I met at the beach last night," Trent worked hard to hold back his yearning. "Gave her my number." "And she hasn't called?" Rod said, completing Trent's thought. Trent nodded. "Didn't seem to bother you yesterday. Sounds like you had a grand time fucking Veronica before I arrived," Rod's voice contained no malice or rage over the incident. His utter disregard for Veronica's adulterous behavior confused Trent. "I know what you're thinking: 'Why isn't he the least bit jealous and angered over what happened?' It's a problem I've had to come to grips with myself. Here's another question: Do you think Jocasta has fucked anyone else since you two met?" Rod's candor shocked Trent. It seemed inconceivable that Jocasta would do that. "Technically yes." Trent knew that that was a bullshit answer. "What do you mean by 'technically'?" Rod didn't buy that answer either. "She said her fiancé worked at Vector. "The plot thickens." Veronica placed her elbows on the table and put her chin on her palms. "So your despair over her adulterous fucking has no merit?" Rod asked, picking over the remaining crab rangoons. "I always thought you were a libertine? Your reputation of the French Riviera's greatest orgiast couldn't have been false. Your notorious parties even made the papers once or twice last year." "There's just something about her I can't get out of my head," Trent sounded genuinely tortured. "And the fact that she is going to marry someone else doesn't make me any happier." "Yep, he's got it bad." Veronica said. "Agreed, my love. And what are we going to do about it?" Rod asked as he slid his hand down between her legs, massaging the moistened folds of her cunt. "He's going to need a distraction." She said as she began to kiss Rod. "It's seems like his advanced stage would need a remedy stronger than pure voyeurism. He also needs to be re-educated. Life in the business world has drained him of his base carnal urges. He's going to need to reconnect with his lusts." Rod said. "And be reborn as a God of Fuck." She moaned, her body bucking against the table. "He needs to be show the Oubliette." "What's the Oubliette?" Trent asked. "It's the owner's little playroom. All manner of darkness and depravity can run rampant in there." "Fuck me, Roddy!" Veronica begged, searching the folds of the robe for his instrument. "Be patient, my love. You're lusts will be generously rewarded. But you must wait." * Ilya, Nia, and Tania pulled the Bentley saloon into the driveway of the beach house. It was almost midnight, but for them, the night had only begun. They had traveled back home in a Bentley saloon they had hijacked from the beach house's massive garage. Since the owner was gone and the summer guest rarely if ever showed up, what harm was there in a joyride? It had been an exhausting day. The morning involved shopping at thrift stores and an afternoon sunbathing and swimming. During their beachside frolics – including a game of tennis and volley ball – they had picked up three more passengers, all male. Following their dinner at a St. Tropez brasserie, the tribades intended to take the recently consecrated youths to the Oubliette and have their way with them. Before getting too far ahead, a brief description of each will illuminate the Reader's Imagination: Ilya, the eldest of the maids at thirty-four, possessed long blond hair. Her clear blue eyes resembled mountain skies in the coldest winters. A voluptuous frame concealed beneath a blue sundress brought worshipful glances of her buoyant breasts and a magnificent ass. A well-versed woman in the arts of fucking and whoredom, she became the "sommelier of sperm" to the other maids. Like Veronica, her parents had been merciless disciplinarians, and she sought escape from the intellectual and erotic Puritanism of the Russian dictatorial theocracy. Nia, the second eldest at a twenty-three, had a Haitian mother and a French father. This lineage revealed itself in her skin – the color of rich milk chocolate – and her hair – long straight tresses like black silk – and her face – a classical physiognomy one encounters in paintings by Boticelli, but given a renegade beauty by her nose-ring. Her petite body ached for erotic release, twisting and turning in the tight confines of the car. Her small nipples stood upright beneath her low cut yellow cocktail dress. A necklace with a golden crucifix hung around her neck. It glittered in the darkness, the only remnant of her strict Catholic upbringing. While the teachings of the One True Church taught her a contradictory grab-bag of bigoted, antiquated beliefs and the idolatry of martyrdom – she took what was most valuable to her quest: the sanctification of suffering and the connoisseurship of torture and repression. Tania, the youngest at twenty, was of the age where the Consecration's erotic delights did not yet fade into jaded debauchery and bored perversions. Only a year older than the three charges, she could be said to be their equal in terms of experience and enthusiasm. Her long black hair fell onto her girlish shoulders. Beneath a white peasant frock her heavy breasts heaved in anticipation. A pair of black boxer shorts showed off her athletic legs. She came from a lower class liberal family, the only maid whose parents did not care about her sexual exploits – which were legion and varied in their depravity and imaginative construction. The three males, recently matriculated from the lyceums of the United Democratic Republics of Europe, possessed a sexual innocence bordering on the comical. Although they appeared like men, their maturity remained boylike, immature, and innocent. At this point in their lives, their sexual innocence meant ignorance. Still unfamiliar with the labyrinthine sexual undergound, their barely tarnished sexuality beckoned the three maids like a feast waiting to be devoured. Smiling back at the three maids, the young men didn't know what they were getting themselves into. Riley was the largest physically. Sporting dirty blonde hair, his body was the product of a rigorous training regimen. A star swimmer in the Monaca Lyceum, his body's sleek profile and a face exhibiting pure decency, could not help hiding the monstrous erection beneath his Speedos. Fritz wore a pair of round rimless spectacles. A whole head shorter than Riley, Fritz looked the trio's bookish intellectual. He wore a black collared t-shirt and a pair of brown shorts. Less muscular than Riley, his giant cock throbbed under his shorts as he stared lustily at Tania, pretending to read a paperback. Dirk attempted the look of a street tough, wearing a leather jacket, jodhpurs, and jackboots. He had close-cropped brown hair and a face that combined elements of base ugliness with spellbinding beauty. The maids had picked him up for mere amusement. At the beach, Ilya had given him the nickname "Prick-bludgeon" because his Speedos barely concealed his massive weapon. * "I don't want to wait, Roddy, I want you to fuck me now!" Veronica pleaded, nearly forcing herself on Rod. Sitting beside the couple, Trent watched the scene unfold. "If you don't behave, I'm going to have to punish you." Rod's threat betrayed the playfulness of his tone. As Rod began to play the part, the front door swung open. The three maids and their three charges poured into the hallway. The banter echoed throughout the beach house. "Who's that?" Trent asked. "Probably the other maids." Veronica said, still swooning from Rod's caresses. The maids then entered the kitchen. Oblivious to the people seated at the table and the carry-out boxes of Chinese food, they began to prowl the pantry, feverishly looking for food, alcohol, or anything else they could grab. "Veronica!" Nia shouted, racing over to kiss her friend. "Nia!" Veronica returned Nia's kisses. "Who are these other people?" She asked pointing in the direction of the three youths awkwardly standing, trying not to be noticed. "They are Riley, Fritz, and Prick-bludgeon." She giggled when she said the last name. "His real name is Dirk, silly." Tania corrected, suddenly kissing Dirk and grabbing his crotch. "Who is the other man with you, Nicky?" Nia asked, pointing at Trent. "This is Trent. He's renting the beach house from Mr. Jameson this summer." "I haven't seen him around much." Nia seemed confused, since the beach house was too good to a place to waste. "Don't mind her. She's pretty naïve," Ilya strutted over to Trent. She began to massage his shoulders. "He's been away at the Residence. Making deals. Meeting major corporate shareholders. Now that he's here, he needs to relax and enjoy himself." Her hands slid into his robe, opening it slightly. "What he needs is a good fuck." Bending over she licked Trent's cheek, giving Riley a sidelong glance. "Get your hands off him!" He fumed, storming over to her. Trent saw in Riley someone who would pick a fight with little provocation. Riley's fury did not impress Trent. He let Ilya caress his chest, her fingers playing with his hardening nipples. "Stop touching him." Riley threat was cold and quiet. Veronica stood up and walked behind Riley. He turned around, seeing her robe open slightly, revealing her bountiful breasts. "Riley, stop. You don't know what you're doing. You're not going to win being jealous," Veronica purred as she slid her body next to his. "Nobody here wants to fight. She's teasing you. But you know what?" "What?" He asked, bewildered and aroused. "I can tease Ilya too," She whispered into his ear. Her fingers directed Riley's hand between her legs. "Shhh. Don't talk. Talking only complicates things." A sigh escaped while his fingers began to explore her moistened lips. Riley hardened, unable to resist Veronica's temptations. "That's enough!" Rod scolded. He jerked Veronica away from Riley. "Lick it," She cooed. "Lick my juices." Rod slapped Veronica across the face. Silence filled the room. A feeling of dread froze Riley. Unable to move, fear filled him. "Don't worry, you'll get your chance with her," Rod gave Riley a rakish smile. He forced her arms behind her back. "You'll all get your chance with her. First I need to teach this bitch a lesson. To the Oubliette!" * Occupying the entire top floor of the beach house, the Oubliette had been converted from its former incarnation as a screened-in balcony. The screens remained, letting the cool ocean breeze bathe the libertine bodies. The radically changed décor radiated vicious glamour and mad excess. As the participants prepared for the orgy, they sat on the luxurious wine-dark couches, drinking intoxicating cocktails and making idle conversation. Arrayed on finely carved wooden shelves that wrapped around the balcony were dildoes, strap-ons, anal beads, whips, knouts, cats-of-nine-tails, paddles, and other varieties of personal adornment and erotic manipulation. "Who did the art?" Trent asked Ilya, staring at the large red and purple silkscreen flanked by spiked leather breastplates. Her hand inched down his naked torso. "Oh those," Ilya said. "Conroy bought them from a Japanese collector. Michael Manning, right?" Nia nodded while she let Fritz caress her shoulders. The audience watched in rapture as Rod prepared to punish Veronica. It was a truly wicked spectacle. Rod had changed from the terry cloth robe into the uniform more befitting a top. He wore his black leather biker cap, black leather vest, black leather chaps, and his black leather jackboots. Stars in the night sky reflected off the highly polished jackboots they circled around Veronica, her body bound and ready to submit to his violent will. Naked save for a leather full-body harness, which subdivided her body into sections like colonial powers sectioning off a subdued continent, Veronica had her wrists and ankles tightly shackled to a pair of thick steel pillars. Thin silver chains dangled across her heaving breasts. Pressing a button, Rod stretched the rope back, making her arms and legs nearly straight. Veronica moaned although the blood-red ball gag muffled her voice. The boundaries between pleasure and pain began to blur. A pair of welder's goggles, the lenses painted black, blinded her to the activities occurring in the Oubliette. Veronica inhaled, her body struggling, while Rod placed wooden clothespins on her nipples. Then on her arms. Her legs. Finally he attached them to the lips of her vagina. Rod pointed at Riley. He had been making out with Tania, kissing her and caressing her breasts still confined to her peasant's blouse. She stroked his cock beneath his pants. Rod shoved Tania aside. "Stand him up and strip him." Rod ordered the girls, his voice icy and calm. Riley felt like he stood in the center of a hurricane, Rod's calm demeanor veiling the storm swirling around him. As Tania and Nia undressed Riley, Rod grabbed a cat of nine tails from the shelf and began to whip Veronica. Her butt arched as the cat smacked against her flesh, made tender by her recent shower. Tania and Riley began kissing again, becoming oblivious to the whipping. Nia slid down his pants and underwear, then began to massage his stiffening shaft. Riley began pinching Tania's nipples. Meanwhile, on the couch, Ilya fucked Trent, straddling him. Trent had pulled down her summer dress and licked her erect nipples. Ilya pointed to Dirk, motioning him over. Unzipping his jodhpurs, she withdrew his sizable weapon. Her tongue gently caressed it. It slowly stiffened. Then she placed the velvety head into his mouth, sucking it vigorously. Dirk, ever the resolute street tough, had trouble keeping his composure. He moaned, letting the pleasure rush over his body. When he heard Veronica's muffled cries, it only made him more aroused. "So you like playing her fiddle?" Rod asked Riley, now naked and aroused by the two nymphs. Riley didn't answer. He wasn't sure what the answer could be. Tania and Nia led Riley to Veronica, placing him in front of her body, now sheen in sweat. The girls bent him down to his knees and tied Riley's wrists to the poles holding Veronica. His face was now level with Veronica's cunt. "Lick her, eat her out, let her juices pour over your mouth like a ripened fruit." Rod mused between hard whips to Veronica's ass. Riley reluctantly licked, his tongue and face gently brushing against her lips. As his tongue stroked her cunt and clit, the clothespins sprung off, hitting the hardwood floor. Fritz, who had since been playing no active part in this depraved cosmology, became actively engaged in appeasing his imagination's desires. Tania and Nia walked over to Fritz, lazily jacking off on the couch. His pants unzipped revealed his prodigious member, engorged and unyielding in his hand. Nia took his hand, already moistened by pre-cum and sucked his fingers. Tania's tongue danced over the head as she held his balls in her hand, caressing and squeezing them. As if to anoint the perverted proceedings, the sky opened up and began to rain. Lightning lit up the sky in spider webs of light. Thunder reverberated, rippling across naked flesh and naked desires. Nature herself seemed to answer: "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Whether by accident or by design, cracks in the ceiling started to send water down onto the participants. As Tania busily fucked Fritz the water drenched her peasant's blouse. The thin fabric became transparent, her breasts and erect nipples visible to Fritz's eyes. He ripped apart her blouse, first feeling the drops of water pelt her naked tits, then Fritz's tongue lavish her nipples. Nia had left Fritz and Tania, walking over to Rod. "I'm at your service." She said, her calculating eyes betraying her submissive expression. She let Rod slip off her cocktail dress, the sopping fabric sliding down her svelte mocha-colored body. He fingered her cunt, his thumb discovering the hard knob of her clit. She gasped and gave a mischievous smirk. Rod continued to whip Veronica as Nia sucked Rod's engorged cock. The night continued on in much the same manner. Partners switched partners. Couples became threesomes. Several of these exchanges took place before the orgiasts gravitated towards each other. Veronica swooned as Rod sodomized her, while Riley's tongue pleasured her cunt. Rod pounded her, his hands firmly gripping her smooth buttocks. He growled in anticipation as he felt the semen propel itself up his throbbing cock. Between ferocious thrusting, he let Nia take out his cock and suck it. Each time he became more and more aroused, more and more ready to unleash his seed. Nia's tongue caressed his enlarged glans, her fingers tingling his balls. "God! I'm going to cum!" He sighed as he felt Nia's hand pumping his shaft. Then she readied herself as his cock abruptly jerked. It emptied onto her breasts and on her crucifix. Nothing gave Rod more satisfaction than emptying his balls on a religious icon. Veronica continually indulged his blasphemous whimsy, her Eastern Orthodox crucifix routinely besmeared by sperm.