0 comments/ 34766 views/ 5 favorites The Wedding Ch. 01 By: D.C. Roi Passion In James County VI The Wedding By D.C. Roi Chapter one Tim Jackman awoke and studied his fiancée, Heidi Tate, who lay on her side next to him, her back to him. Their bedroom glowed with light from the rising sun which was streaming through their bedroom window. It was warm in the room and she had tossed the covers off as she tossed and turned in her sleep. Tim gazed at his lover's smooth back, the sleek, rounded curves of her buttocks and legs, and felt himself growing hard. He slid against her and his rising penis began insinuating itself into the cleft between her buttocks. He felt the warmth of her silken skin against his and smelled the fresh scent of her tousled white hair. Heidi moaned softly and pressed her bottom back against him. With a feather-light touch, Tim slid his hand down over Heidi's body and gently wrapped it around one of her breasts. Immediately, he felt the nipple begin to stiffen against his palm. "Ohhhhhh!!!" Heidi groaned. She stretched, tightening her bottom around her fiancé's swollen organ. "Oh, Tim, what a wonderful way to wake up!" Tim agreed. The pressure of Heidi's buttocks on his engorged shaft was delightful. He began to move his hips, causing his organ to slide in and out of the cleft between his lover's firm nether cheeks. It felt wonderful. In fact, it felt so good he knew if he kept doing what he was doing, he was liable to come that way! "Oh, Tim..." Heidi purred. Her body was aquiver from his gentle, insistent caresses. "That feels fabulous!" He was forever showing her erogenous zones she had no idea she possessed. Having him thrusting between her buttocks felt wonderful! And when the tip of it brushed her anus, she experienced sensations so sweet they made her tremble. She moaned softly. "I take it you like this?" Tim asked as he rolled one of her rigid nipples between his thumb and forefinger. "Ohhhhh!!! Yesssss!!!" Heidi replied as delight raced into her. "You know I do! It's heavenly!!" As marvelous as what he was doing felt, it wasn't enough. She wanted more. She wanted that delicious spear inside her, driving her wild with passion. She raised her leg and hooked it back over his. "Yessss!!!" Heidi groaned when the tip of Tim's erection plowed between her juicy vaginal lips. "That's it! That's what I really want!" She slid her hand down over her belly and guided the tip of her fiancée's engorged shaft toward her vagina. The next time Tim thrust forward, it slid into her, filling her. "Tim!!!" she moaned, "Oh, God, Tim!!!!" Tim felt his fiancée's hand on his rod then, it entered her and warmth engulfed it. He began moving his hips and felt the spiral of delight begin. "Oh, yes!! Oh, yes!! Oh, yes!!" Heidi chanted, as Tim lunged against her. "Take meee, Tim!! Take meeee!!! Oh, Tim, take meeeeeee!!!" Tim slid his hand from Heidi's breast to her groin, found her clit, and began stroking it. "Ahhhhhhh!!!!!" Heidi cried, reeling with delight as a result of what her fiancé was doing to her, "Oh, yesss!!!! Oh, yesssssssssss!!!!!" It was going to happen, she was going to make it! Tim recognized the signs of Heidi's impending explosion. At the same time, his body made ready to loose itself. Deep inside him, excitement swelled, blossomed, and grew until it filled his whole being. "Heidi!!! Oh, God!!! Heidi!!!!" he groaned when he felt his hot, viscous cream blasting out of his throbbing wand. "Yessssss!!!! Yesssssss!!!" Heidi cried when she felt Tim's torrid fluids bathing her insides, transporting her into paroxysms of absolute joy. "Come!!! Commmeeeee!!! Filll meeeeeee!!! Take meeeee!!! Yesssss!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Yesssssssssssssssssssssss!!!!!" After they finished, they laid in each other's arms, looking at each other. Heidi kissed Tim. "Every time we make love it's better than the time before!" she gushed. "I love you!" Tim blushed. "I love you, too," he replied. They snuggled a little longer, enjoying the warmth of their contact. Finally, Heidi rolled on her side and propped herself up on her elbow. "You have to leave," she said. "This morning." "What?" Tim said. Taken off-guard by her statement, he rolled onto his side to face her. "Tim, don't give me that sad puppy look," she said, "it isn't going to work. We're getting married tomorrow. You know what that means, don't you?" "No, I don't know what it means," Tim replied. "I don't have the foggiest idea what you're talking about. Why do I have to leave this morning?" "The groom isn't supposed to see the bride the day before the wedding," Heidi said. "There's a superstition that it's bad luck if that happens. I'm not sure how I'll get through a whole day without seeing you, but I want our wedding to be perfect. And if following old wife's tales will give us a better chance at happiness, I'll do it." "Oh," Tim said. "But I gave up my apartment, where am I supposed to go?" "You can stay at your parents' place tonight," Heidi said. "I've already talked with your mother. She's expecting you." "Are you really sure you want me to leave?" Tim asked. He began caressing one of her breasts. "Uh..." Heidi stammered. She shuddered. His gentle caress was very unsettling. "Well... uh..." "I want you, Heidi," Tim said softly, continuing to do what he knew was turning her on. The look on Heidi's face told him she liked what he was doing to her very much. "Especially if I'm not going to see you again until tomorrow." "Tim...really, we..." Heidi stammered. His touch, as it always did, was driving her wild! Having him fondling her breasts made it impossible for her to think clearly. As passion blossomed inside her, she decided there wasn't much point in talking, pushed Tim onto his back and began caressing and stroking him. Her lips surrounded his penis. She loved how it swelled and grew in her mouth. "Goddddd!!!!" Tim groaned. "My God, Heidi!!! That feels so good!!!" Thrills roared through him, causing his hips to twist and turn. Heidi lifted her mouth off Tim's swollen wand, but she continued pumping him with her hand while she moved to straddle him. Then she raised her hips and, still clutching his shaft in her hand, lowered herself onto his erect organ. "Ohhhhhh!!! Timmmm!!!!" she hissed as he slid into her. "What am I ever going to do with you?" "You can do that as much as you want!" her lover groaned. His hips rose off the bed, forcing his shaft farther into her warm, wet opening. Heidi, her hips rising and falling, began to ride her lover. Tim savored the spectacular view he had of his fiancée's lean, lovely body and pretty face while she rode him. As she worked herself up and down on him, her breasts bobbed and her erect nipples drew imaginary circles in the air. He felt his swollen wand lashing her insides. He reached up and cupped the dancing globes on his fiancé's chest and began rubbing his thumb over the tips. Her head lolled on her shoulders and her mouth hung open. An unending stream of gasps and groans poured from her. Then the movement of her hips grew frenzied. "Timmmm!!!! Timmmmmmm!!!!" she cried, "Oh, Lord!!! Oh, Lord!!! Timmmmm!!!! I'm commminnnnngggggg!!!! Oh, God!!! Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!" "Yeahhhhhhhhh!!!!! Oh, yeahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Tim cried as, once more, he blasted his hot seed into her, "Meeeee, toooo!!!! Me, tooooooo!!!!!!!" When her passion was finally sated, Heidi collapsed atop Tim, then she rolled onto the bed next to him, hugged him hard and kissed him. "I don't want to be apart tonight any more than you want to," she said softly, "but would you humor me on this, please?" Tim smiled and kissed her. "Sure, honey," he said. "As long as you promise that, after tomorrow, you won't ever throw me out again." Heidi smiled and kissed him again. "You know I won't," she said. "No way! Now that I've finally got you, I'm never going to let you go!" She lay in bed, watching Tim dress, and mused about how she and he had gotten to this point in their lives. Their relationship hadn't developed smoothly, that was for sure. They met when Tim was a student at Jamestown High School, where Heidi worked as school nurse. At the time, she was going through a divorce and, without intending to, she found herself having an affair with Tim. Although Tim was the best lover she ever had, and she cared for him deeply, Heidi convinced herself that her affair with a student, if discovered, would cause both of them problems, so she broke the relationship off. It was one of the hardest decisions she'd ever made, harder even, than deciding to end her marriage. After the breakup, which came not long before graduation, Heidi didn't see Tim again for a few years - during which she was lonely and miserable. She found him again almost by accident - or perhaps due to an act of fate - when a man she had a few unsuccessful dates with began stalking and terrorizing her and tried to kill her. Tim, by then a patrolman on the Jamestown Police Department, was one of the police officers who stopped the man who was stalking Heidi. After that incident, their relationship re-kindled and Heidi, finally accepting how she really felt about Tim, agreed to marry him, even though she was much older than he was. Their wedding was taking place the next day and she was much more excited about it than she was for her first wedding. Tim loved her, she loved him, and the time they'd been together had been the best time of Heidi's life. Tim walked to the bed, bent down, and kissed Heidi. "Can I at least call you tonight?" he asked. "Of course you can," Heidi said. "Now go on, get going. Lois is coming over in a little while to help me finish getting ready for tomorrow." Tim kissed her again. "I love you," he said. "I love you, too," Heidi replied. The Wedding Ch. 01 Alice stood looking out of the train window as the countryside passed. She was amazed at the turn of events that had sent her on this journey. She shivered, not only because she was naked but in anticipation of the wonderful things that were about to happen, and the wonderful things that had already happened. Turning her gaze back into the private coach room, her eyes stopped at the sight of her twin brother asleep in the top bed. He had kicked away the covers and she could see his naked body stretched out in the narrow confines. His cock was flaccid now but just the thought of it made her mouth water. She was sure she could still taste his cum on her tongue but it just as well could be that of her new husband who slept on the lower bed. Guy Rose had come home from university with her brother Ralph for the holidays several times over the years. Each time she was more in love with him. This last visit confirmed to her that she loved him as much as she loved Ralph. Alice thought about the games that she and Ralph had played from the time they were very young and discovered the differences in their bodies. They had developed an unbreakable love for each other, eventually taking them to a physical relationship when they both reached their eighteenth birthday, which they vowed never to abandon. Ralph would write secret letters to her from school describing the many things he had learned about sex and pleasure. He confessed that his roommate Guy was his teacher and told her of the many experiments they had performed for and on each other. Alice and Ralph then worked out plan to have Guy join them for a holiday visit. There after the brother and sister both learned from Guy. On Guys very first visit the brother and sister had taken him to their secret trysting place. When they were safely hidden in the leafy bower Alice pleaded with them to show her some of the exciting things that Ralph had written about. That day they each showed their naked bodies to the others. They demonstrated how they used their hands to excite themselves. Alice was thrilled to see two hard cocks and watch as Guy and Ralph stroked them until they shot steams of white cream. Guy instructed them on how this happened and why. At Alice's request Guy brought Ralph to another discharge stroking him and explaining other things to do as well, cupping Ralph's tight balls and probing in his bottom. Then he asked Alice to practice on him. She was fascinated to see the clear oil run down and coat her little hand and his hard cock as she squeezed it and stroked. She spread the slick oil over him and caressed his balls, her face close as she watched. Then he groaned and shot a stream of hot white cream over her face. Startled, she released his member and quickly tried to wipe the dripping fluid away. Guy and Ralph both laughed, even as Guy's cock continued to spurt over his naked belly. Alice was embarrassed and angry until Guy said he was sorry. He then did a very strange thing. Slowly he wiped her cheek and showed her the wet coating. Next he put his finger in his mouth and sucked it clean. Smiling he then collected more on his finger and offered it to Ralph who did likewise and licked it clean. Guy told her that one of the best parts of "cumming" as he called it was getting to taste the cum. He then gathered some from his belly and offered it to her lips. Alice slowly extended her tongue and barely tasted the cloudy liquid. She rolled it in her mouth and with a smile and a giggle she sucked Guy's finger into her mouth. Their guest laid back in the shade and by turns fed the brother and sister his spent cream. After the trio had rested and shared secret adventures Guy and Ralph had at school they turned their attention to Alice. She willingly lay between them as they each took turns exploring her naked body. She spread her legs as wide as she could to allow them to touch every part of her. Fingers wet from her pussy probed in her bottom and pushed in the tight rose hidden there. Her swollen nipples were kissed and sucked and caressed, as her flowing wet puss was filled with fingers of both her brother and her new love. As she enjoyed the wonderful feelings that swept through her body she found a cock in each hand and soon all three were again experiencing the incredible rush of emotion and excitement. Alice's hands and legs were covered in hot running cream. Guy and Ralph were kissing both of her cheeks as she filled their hands with her clear sweet oil. Over the next few months the three lovers learned how to give each other intense pleasure. Alice became a devout and expert cocksucker relishing the often combined gifts of creamy spend. She would coat the faces and hands of her lovers as she filled their mouths with her own sweet nectar. The three were often connected mouth to pussy to cock to cock for what seemed hours at a time. On each new visit the brother and sister would be treated to some new way of getting and giving pleasure but Guy was always shy about where he had learned these wonderful things. On the occasion of the boys final return from university, Guy announced that he would be going on to his home now that he was graduated. Alice was devastated at the thought of losing her lover. Both Ralph and Guy tried to console her and finally arranged that they take a carriage and picnic in the countryside. The blanket was barely spread on the ground when Alice threw herself at Guy pulling off his clothes. The carefully prepared lunch was forgotten in the carriage as three young naked bodies found ways to be together. This was the first time Alice was actually fucked. Guy explained that he had reserved this special pleasure for just this moment. Her young tight but well used pussy opened readily to his hard cock. Each time he slid into her she felt that she had never had such intense pleasure. When they covered each other with their waves of wet creamy essence Alice fairly fainted away. As she slowly awakened it was to another cock in her full puss, sliding in and out. Ralph enjoyed the wet magically clutching cunt around his cock. Soon he and Guy were sharing kisses with his sister as he added his cum to theirs. Guy kissed Alice's cheek. "I love you," he said "you must know how much. I have loved you from the very first time I saw you. You must not worry about my leaving you because I'm not really. I have a plan that I hope you will like." Both Alice and Ralph turned to look at him. He had their complete attention. Guy caressed Alice's cheek and cupped her pear shaped breast thumbing the hard pink nipple. He looked at each of them as he reached across Alice to take Ralph's wet cock in his hand squeezing it. "I have many things to tell you about me but first I must ask an important question. Alice will you marry me?" Alice reacted as he had hoped and screamed as she threw herself over him, "Yes, yes, yes!" Her warm naked body atop his, she kissed and kissed his face grinding her little breasts into him. "Wait," he laughed, "there's more. Will you come away with me to live in my village and have my children? And before you worry more, yes I want Ralph to come with us and live there too." Guy was then covered by both of his lovers, brother and sister kissing and holding him The proposal was delayed for a time by Alice as she reached between their bodies to guide her husband-to-be's cock into her dripping cunt. They fucked with renewed passion and joy, Alice's face glowing with happiness. She laughed and laughed as she bounced herself on Guys hard cock. Then inspiration struck and she told her brother to stand over them so that she could suck his cock and enjoy both of her lovers together. Passion made this a quick affair and Alice moaned around her brother's cock as she let down her flood of nectar over Guys erupting cock, her mouth full to overflowing with Ralph's hot cream. Alice and Ralph collapsed to either side of Guy both sharing Alice's cum coated tongue with him. Each lay in exhaustion with a head on his chest. They slipped into a light sleep of happiness and contentment. Alice was awakened by Guy's kisses. They shared probing tongues and the flavor of her brother Ralph's emission. "Shall I tell you the rest of my plan?" he whispered. "Oh yes, do!" Alice exclaimed, "It shall be wonderful I know it will!" Their conversation roused Ralph and he lifted up on one elbow and looked down at his naked friend and sister. Alice was already toying with Guy's softened cock as he began. Guy began by explaining that he lived in an isolated valley where his family had settled with many other families when they came to this country. They had all came together and chose this valley for its remoteness so that they could live the kind of lives that they wanted without interference and trouble from others. They had divided the valley and built a village and farmed and lived happy lives content in the practices that they believed built strong loving families. He told the brother and sister that the very basis of their belief was that families could and should love each other completely in every way. This meant, he said, that he had learned about making love and giving and receiving pleasure from his parents and his family. Alice and Ralph gasped in unison. Yes, he went on to explain that he had learned to fuck and suck and do all of the many things that he had shown them from his mother and father as well as aunts and uncles and lots of cousins. He had fucked his mother and his sister and friends and neighbors and often at the same time in full view of many others who were doing the same thing. He had attended parties where there were many people who were all naked and having sex with each other while everyone watched or participated, everyone there being one of a family. He told them that it was traditional for the first pairings at such gatherings to be family to show everyone that family love was foremost. Guy paused then and asked each of his friends and lovers if they could not only accept this way of living but could they openly participate and enjoy it, accepting it with all their hearts. He was almost smothered by their acceptance as both kissed and hugged him shouting and laughing and crying. "But wait," Alice realized "does that mean that Ralph and I will be fucking with others?" she asked. "Indeed, but only if you wish to," he replied, "no one is ever forced to share with others. But don't you think you might enjoy trying others? I know that I will enjoy seeing you enjoy yourself, especially if it's with my family." He could see by the expression on their faces that both the brother and sister were beginning to imagine the possibilities. That evening Guy announced to her parents his intension to ask Alice to marry him. They had known Guy from his many visits and knew him to be a bright young man who would love and care for their daughter. Their blessing was heartfelt and even more enthusiastic when Guy explained that when the wedding was over he and Alice would live in Guy's village where he would be assisting his father in his business where he was certain Ralph would be made welcome with a position equal to Guy's own. As expected the parents gave their blessing and within a few weeks the wedding was held. Guy announced that his family would wait for the newly weds to arrive in the Village rather that taking the long trip by train. He explained that a traditional Village wedding would then take place. He secretly told his bride that it was a very special tradition but didn't let her beg the details. The first wedding was a more ordinary tradition. Everyone attending could tell that this was a special couple and wished them much love. Ralph was the best man and could barely control his hardening cock at the thought of what the future held as those same guests wished him and his sister a safe journey and a happy life. He thought that if the way he and his friend Guy had fucked his sister just before the wedding, was any indication it would be a happy life indeed. The happy couple took a brief honeymoon and soon returned to gather Ralph and begin the trip to the Village. The trip would take several days and the happy couple continued the honeymoon by including the best man. Miles passed by as Alice sat naked on her husbands cock, her back to him as he cupped her pink breasts in his hands. Her own hands were busy cupping her naked brothers balls as she sucked his hard dripping cock. She found new pleasure as Guy instructed her in accepting a cock in her wet pussy and another in her tight bottom. The three lovers seldom left the coach room and almost never dressed. Alice came to love being naked, especially if the others were naked too. Seeing her lover's hard bouncing cocks as they moved around was exciting and wonderful. Guy one day made a dare and thereby gave Alice a new experience, which she learned to love even more than just being naked. He challenged his naked young bride to stand before the window in full view of anyone who might be watching the train pass by. She was to stand just so for a count of 50. The longer she stood by the window, the more excited she became. The train passed a road crossing and there sat a wagon waiting to cross. The wagon seemed to have an entire family in it watching the train pass. Watching Alice stand naked in the window. She could see their eyes widen and their mouths open before they were quickly gone. The moment was so intense that she felt her cunt contract and her fluid flow and she doubled over in a wash of pleasure. Those people had seen her naked, her breasts and her pussy. What were they thinking? After that first time it became a game to stand in front of the window often with a cock in her mouth, or her body pressed to the glass as Guy or Ralph fucked her from behind. Unfortunately, the area near the Village was so remote they saw no new watchers. After a few days of travel they arrived at the small town where they would leave the train and go on by carriage. Alice was reluctant to dress having spent most of the journey naked and made a compromise. She giggled like a little girl as she demonstrated to her brother and husband that she was now going to forgo the wearing of undergarments. Lifting her skirts she showed them that she was naked beneath. It felt almost as good as being naked and when she thought about it perhaps even more exciting as she passed through the people disembarking feeling the air about her pussy. She wished that she could show them her bare cunt or let them know she was being naughty. It was enough to make her wet. Perhaps, she thought, she might contrive to slip and fall throwing her skirts up and exposing her self to them. These thoughts were exciting, but Guy had secured a carriage and he and Ralph were loading the luggage so she must hurry. The trip to the Village would take only a few hours and they should arrive by late afternoon. The road wound through wooded hills and valleys crossing streams at fords and seemed to be quite deserted. They passed no other roads or met any other travelers. Alice entertained her lovers by telling them her thoughts about being without drawers and they laughed with her at the idea of her pretending to fall so that she could show her naked pussy. Ralph suggested that he might come to her aid and somehow as she was trying to pull herself up she might draw down his trousers there by exposing his naked cock. Guy laughed at his companion's flights of fancy and told them that if they wished to be naked from now on they would soon have ample opportunity. He explained that in this valley and in the Village being naked and being seen by others was something every one enjoyed, but it was not usually done in very public places as the Villagers tried to keep a civil appearance for any outsider who may be present. But, he continued, as there were no others around if his wife and her brother wanted to show themselves to him he would be most happy to look. Alice quickly joined the fun and stood in the carriage and raised her skirts again feeling the air around her naked legs and bottom. Ralph not to be left out opened his trousers and freed his hardening cock and began to stroke it. Soon the game became too exciting, being half naked in the out of doors riding down a public road, and Alice turned to her new husband loosening his trousers and freeing his cock. Still standing she bent and took his hardening manhood into her mouth and began to suck in long drawing strokes. Her brother Ralph not being one to miss an opportunity moved behind Alice and slowly pushed his cock into her wet tight pussy. He fucked his sister slowly with long pushes feeling his own cock throb as she squeezed him with her cunt. How much more exciting can it be he thought than to be fucking his own naked sister as they traveled down the road in the broad light of day, even as she was sucking his best friend's cock. The place and time had its affect on both the cocks, which soon erupted charges of hot cream into the wet accepting openings where they were lodged. Ralph felt his spurting cock washed in his sister's nectar as she too gave in to the moment. The travelers readjusted their clothing and rested as the countryside passed. Before long signs of habitation could be seen as other tracks left the main road and distant farms could be seen. Presently the carriage arrived at the edge of the Village. The houses were bright and neat in appearance with flowers and gardens and seemed to be a happy cheerful place. As they passed by, some Villagers recognizing Guy waved and called out in welcome. Most stopping to watch as the carriage passed. Alice blushed and nodded to the greetings, thoughts of her husband's stories about the practices of these friendly people causing her to tingle all over. Ralph's thoughts were much the same as he tried to study the Villagers with out staring. Were they as freely sexual as Guy had led them to believe? Guy turned the carriage into a narrow lane beside a large white house. Alice could see small shops and businesses in the blocks down the street. One would be the dry goods store where her new husband and her brother would work. She felt that she would like to live in this little village even if circumstances were different. It seemed to be an ideal home. The large white house had a wide porch around it and many blooming shrubs and flowerbeds. Huge old trees shaded the yard and the stable around behind. Guy laughed as he pulled the horses to a halt noting the other small carriage there. He announced that his sister was there to greet them. "Welcome home dear," he said as he turned to Alice and kissed her cheek. "But it's so grand," she replied, "and I'm so frightened. What if your family doesn't care for me? How shall I act? I've never met any of your family!" "Just be your own charming self and everyone will love you as much as I do. I assure you that you and Ralph have nothing whatever to fear. I have written to my mother and told her everything about you and Ralph." He reassured her as he held her hand. At this point several people emerged from the back of the house and among cheers and laughter and much joyousness, the newly weds were helped down and resoundingly hugged and kissed in welcome. Alice watched as Guy was welcomed by his parents with clearly un-parent like kisses, she could almost see the tongues exchanged. When both her new mother and father in law kissed her it was not a polite touch on the cheek but their lips fully covered hers. She and Ralph were introduced to Guy's sister Millie and both received the same open mouth kisses. Ralph was having some difficulty in controlling his hardening cock as the entourage entered the house. Everyone was seated in the parlor as Guy was questioned about the trip and school and given news about recent family plans. Alice and Ralph were made to feel very welcome questioned about the wedding and their parents and offers of rest and refreshment after the trip. Alice gasped in embarrassment when Guy told about Alice's fantasy of falling in the train station and how much she had enjoyed the game at the window on the train. The Wedding Ch. 01 "How we would have liked to have seen that," Mrs. Rose laughed, "and from your letters son I understand she likes to do other things as well." Alice was flushed and could barely breathe not knowing what to do. Mrs. Rose seeing that her new daughter was upset quickly came and ejected Guy from beside her and sat. She took the young girl in her arms and kissed her cheek and held her tightly as she calmed her. "You have nothing to be upset about my dear," she said quietly, "we all understand your feelings. I think it would have been quite an adventure to stand before the train window naked, especially if I were seen. You will find that we here in the Village have a different view of such things. My son has written to us often of how much he enjoyed making love with you and Ralph too. Surely he has explained about our beliefs and our practices." His mother gave Guy a hard look at which he assured her that he had told them everything about the Village. "Oh yes, Mrs. Rose he did tell us but it was so difficult for us to really know." Alice quickly added. "It's all so new to us. We both love Guy very much and we truly do wish to be a part of his family, it's just so open." "Well good, he should have," Mrs. Rose said as she continued to hold Alice, "but I want you to know that everything he told you is the truth. If you have any questions why don't you just ask them? And another thing, would you please honor me by calling me mother and not Mrs. Rose?" "I wouldn't know where to start. He told us so many new things," Alice shyly looked down trying not to blush, "about the things that happen here." "Do you mean about our beliefs and the closeness of families here? What would you like to know?" Alice stammered, "I don't even know how to ask, well you know, do you and Guy…" "Are you asking if I fuck my son? Yes. And his father and his uncles and my father and my uncles." She laughed, "Is that what you wanted to know?" Alice couldn't look up into the faces of all the people around her but she could hear the chuckles and the affirming comments. When she finally did lift her eyes she saw that everyone was looking at her with warm smiles. Mrs. Rose looked past Alice and caught Ralph's eye. She asked him if he had any questions to which he quickly shook his head certain that he did not want to be in the same spot as his sister. "Do you know, I think I have the perfect solution for your nervousness," Mrs. Rose realized, "would you care to do something which I feel will put you at ease, Alice? And then I think you and I shall go up and have a rest. What do you say?" Alice shyly nodded her head and looked uncertainly around the room. Mrs. Rose stood and held her hand out to the girl helping her up from the settee. She stood behind Alice and embraced her as she whispered in her ear, "Close your eyes dear and hold very still." Alice stood as still as she could and felt movement as Mrs. Rose was moving against her skirts. She then felt a rush of cool air over her legs and realized that her husband's mother had lifted her skirts to show her bare pussy to everyone in the parlor. Keeping her eyes tightly shut she felt Mrs. Rose once again embrace her as everyone applauded. "There now, you have nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about. And I might add that I think you have a perfectly darling little puss and you should show it to us when ever you want." Whispered her mother. "Now let's you and I go upstairs shall we?" Alice could hardly notice the stairs or the fine carpet in the hallway as Mrs. Rose led her by the hand into one of the bedrooms. Once in the room Mrs. Rose turned to her and gently took her face in her hands and covered the girls lips with hers. Alice opened her mouth as she felt her mother's tongue probe her lips. Her daze slowly cleared. She responded to the kiss returning it with ardor. She had never been kissed by a woman in such a way. Each sought to embrace the other. As the kiss continued Mrs. Rose began to loosen the buttons of Alice's blouse, then the fastening of her skirt. Soon young Alice stood in a ring of her clothing, Her mother lifted the chemise over her dark hair leaving Alice naked. Taking the girl's hand she led her to the bed and placed her down on the cover, her legs dangling off the side. Alice opened her legs wide as the woman came between them and knelt. With a sharp intake of breath she the softest kiss on the lips of her pussy, a probing tongue, then ecstasy as she let down her sweet essence into the woman's sucking mouth. When Alice regained her thoughts she found that Mrs. Rose was also naked and they were lying together breast to breast. Over the next while the two women explored each others bodies with fingers and mouths leaving wet trails over nipples hard and pink, over hidden places wet with orgasm. By touch and direction they were soon reversed over one another and Alice was treated to her first view of another cunt. The one over her face was curiously smooth and hairless but open and sweet. As she was learning by imitation what was being done to herself, she felt but could not see that someone else had joined them on the bed. Her mother in law's cunt lifted from her mouth and Alice could see a very hard dripping cock being guided into the opening where she had just had her tongue. The three lovers quickly arrived at a rhythm. A few strokes of the cock fucking into the cunt over her face and then it was pulled out and offered to her mouth. She would suck it clean of the sweet juices and guide back into the cunt as she tried to lick them both. Alice thought she would die of pleasure from the wonderful sucking and licking of her pussy. She shuddered with the most intense orgasm of her young life when she heard her mother say, "Oh Guy, it's been too long. I missed your cock in mother's cunt. Cum for me, give me your juices so that your wife can suck them out. My new daughter sucking my cunt and your cum!" Over the next few days Alice learned that everything Guy had told them about the Village was true. Each night she and Guy made passionate love, sometimes with his mother, sometimes with his father, and sometimes just the two of them. They often would have Alice's brother Ralph in bed with them but he was finding life in the Village to his liking as well. Especially after he had been introduced to Guy's mother's bed. Guy also had a young cousin who had just turned old enough to join in more of the fun than she had been allowed to. Indeed, Ralph seemed quite taken with Daisy and they spent a great deal of time together practicing her lessons as far as they could. Millie had joined them for an exciting afternoon to welcome Guy home and promised that Alice would soon get to meet her husband who was looking forward to welcoming Alice to the family. Alice also was allowed to indulge her new found passion for nudity. Just for a lark she spent an entire day naked wondering around the Rose's house and even out into the yard. Mother Rose explained that it was perfectly acceptable for her to be naked even outside as long as one kept a since of decorum. No one would complain if they saw her and it wasn't unusual for a person to be naked around their home but ladies and gentlemen rarely went about naked in public places. Even more to Alice's liking she had Mr. Rose's cock in her bottom as she and Guy's mother sucked each others cunt in the parlor one evening with all the lights burning and the windows open while her husband and her brother watched as they fucked Guy's visiting sister Millie. Cousin Daisy stripped naked and watched while she fingered her pink pussy waiting her turn. Watching and being watched was exciting. One morning as Alice was preparing to bathe her mother asked to join her. She asked Alice if she had noticed that none of the family had hair around their cocks and cunts. Alice had but was unsure if this was a natural trait as she had seen no one but her brother and Guy up to this time. Mother Rose explained that this was another tradition of the people of the Village. Everyone when they became old enough to fully participate in sexual activities shaved the hair from their bodies leaving only a very small heart shaped patch above the cunt or cock. In answer to Alice's question she was told this made sucking and even fucking more enjoyable as nothing came between lips and skin and it allowed more feeling in contact when fucking. Just as important was the openness to view, seeing more of the cunt and not hiding the cock and balls. Alice could appreciate this as seeing her new family naked was wonderful. Mrs. Rose went on to explain that the little heart had become a sign of their belief and meant that they were open and free to experience sexual love with anyone who was willing. Together that morning they shaved Alice's little pussy bare but for a tiny heart and then celebrated by sucking each smooth cunt until it emptied itself of it's sweet clear nectar. Later that morning as Alice was cleaning and straightening their room, Guy entered. He was naked and Alice was quick to notice that he too had shaved. His cock and balls clearly visible as they hung down, he had only a small heart shape of dark hair well above his naked privates. "Oh!" she exclaimed, "I love that! You should go about naked all the time, in fact I think everyone should. I simply can not get enough of seeing you and your wonderful family naked." As they embraced she cupped his smooth bare balls and stroked his cock. "Good, I'm so glad that you have taken to our ways so readily. In fact both you and Ralph seem to have found it quite natural. Mother came to get us both just after she and you finished and insisted on shaving us herself." "I wish she had told me her intentions, I would have liked to help or at least to watch. Did she only shave you, that was all?" Alice laughed. "I'm certain you would have enjoyed watching." Guy smiled, "you seem to like seeing others enjoy themselves. When we were shaved mother sucked us both and then we spent a delightful time taking turn and turn in her wonderful cunt and mouth. Mother very much loves to have more than one cock to enjoy or for that matter more than one lover with a cock or a cunt." Alice's attention to his cock had brought him up to a full stand and his young wife led him by it to the bed. She sat then and pulled his smooth hairless hard cock into her mouth. Guy caressed her hair as he fucked her wet lips. He felt his bottom cheeks open as Alice probed with her fingers and teased his hidden rose. When Alice shoved her finger deep into his bottom he sent a charge of boiling cream over her tongue and continued to fuck her mouth as he emptied his balls. Her sucking kept his cock pumping as she tried to swallow, relishing the flavor she had come to desire. The next day Mother Rose announced that having heard from all of the various family and friends, the wedding plans were complete and the event would take place in two days. Alice and Guy would be married in the traditional Village way in the little church joined by every one in the Village who wished to attend. Mother Rose assured Alice and Ralph that as they were new to the community they could count on every one being there. At Alice's request, her mother went through the basics of the ceremony. In most ways it would be much the same as the previous wedding. The major difference would be in the welcoming of the guests and the acceptance of the bride and her brother to the family and village. When she was told the particulars of the welcome Alice was unsure if she had heard correctly and was uncertain if she could continue. With the support of her new family and the new openness she had experienced she was put all most at ease. On the morning of the big day Alice was bathed by Mother Rose and her daughter Millie. Every one was excited and there was much touching and kissing. Alice felt that she was on the verge of orgasm all morning. She was helped by her new mother and sister as she dressed in her new wedding dress which had been especially sewn for her by sister Millie. The wedding gown had a lace collar buttoned by pearls at her throat which joined together two lace panels which hung from her shoulders. The panels were separate each with a sleeve fastened at the wrist. As she stood before the mirror and enjoyed the compliments and warm smiles of the other women, Alice looked at what she was to be led into the church wearing. Her arms and throat were covered by fine white lace. Down from her shoulders hung two lace panels that parted to show her pear shaped pink breasts. Her nipples were glowing pink and hard. The entire front of her young body was naked. The long lace fell to the floor and seemed to emphasize her nudity and beauty. She turned slowly and could see that the effect was complete behind. The lace parted midway down her back to leave her bottom cheeks bare. On her feet fine white slippers and her hair was covered in tiny white flowers with a veil of soft lace falling behind. Alice was pleased beyond measure at her appearance but could not believe that she was about to be married in front of an entire village with her naked shaved pussy and tits showing. She could almost feel her wetness begin to drip. The trip to the church was yet another surprise for the young bride as they rode in an open carriage from the Rose house to the church. People were gathered everywhere to wave and applaud as she went by. Alice was in a daze of joy and arousal at being paraded through the village almost naked and so failed to notice her public. At the church the carriage stopped and Ralph stepped up to hand her down. She nearly missed her footing when she saw her brothers wedding attire. He wore a black formal jacket with a short white lace shirt and white tie. The pearl- buttoned shirt was short because he wore no trousers. Her brother smiled broadly and proudly as he helped her down, his naked cock and smooth hairless balls in full view of the crowd of greeters. She looked around suddenly fearful of the way they were undressed only to see that everyone in attendance was at least partially nude. Men were pantless, women wore various dresses and gowns which exposed their breasts with usually an open skirt to show the traditional shaved cunt. Some of the younger people were simply naked or wore wraps of gauze that was nearly transparent. Ralph led his sister to the alter as the others crowed into the doorway. The church was indeed full, every pew filled. The congregation watched in appreciation as Alice entered. There at the front of the church stood Guy looking at her with love in his eyes as she approached. He was also naked from the waist, his cock long and hard and standing in honor of the vision of his young bride in her naked glory. When Alice stood before the minister she took Guy's hand and looked radiant. The minister's robes were open and Alice could see that he too was naked and as he looked down at his new parishioner his cock began to rise. The ceremony went quickly as they exchanged vows of love and in this case vows of sharing their love and soon the minister pronounced them once again man and wife and family. Guy and Alice were kneeling at that time and both leaned forward as the minister stepped closer. Each took three long strokes of his fully hard cock with their mouths. They then turned and kissed each other being sure to show lots of tongue exchange. Alice then, as instructed before, turned to her mother who stood just to the side and extending her tongue made three slow licks into the folds of Mother Rose's bare cunt. Mother Rose then stepped to her son to receive the same kiss as Alice was presented her father in law's hard cock. She took its length deep into her throat three times. Next came her brother's dripping newly shaved cock. The proud parents then presented the couple to the gathering amid loud applause. Guy and Alice were then led to a cushioned bench near the alter and each kneeled once more. Alice was apprehensive as she looked to see that the congregation had divided into two lines. Before her was a long line of hard cocks, large and small, young and old. She was to give each three sucks as they were presented to her. Beside her Guy was prepared to give each of a line of bare cunts and hairless pussies the same three licks. By the time the line had ended Alice's jaw felt as if it were locked open, her chin dripped with clear cock oil and even some cloudy cream from those who had stroked themselves in anticipation of the brides mouth. The grooms family then helped Alice and Guy to lay back and everyone gathered around as Mother Rose guided her son's dripping cock into his brides open wet cunt. Alice looked over her husbands shoulder as he fucked her on the cushioned church bench as the wedding guests watched. Most were stroking hard cocks or fingering wet cunts. Some were doing both. It went through Alice's mind that if she wished she could fuck every one of them. At that thought she screamed as she was racked with the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. Her head was spinning and she felt as if she were melting from the heat coming from her full cunt. Guy was pumping her full of white hot cream, his cock so deep she imagined she could feel it in her throat. She wished that she could. She wanted to suck his cock as he erupted cum at the same time he filled her cunt with more cum, sweet creamy wonderful cum. After a suitable rest sitting on the bench and receiving the best wishes of wedding guests, the family and friends gathered together and left the church by carriages drawn up at the front. Cheers and flowers rained down on them as the couple stood to wave and accept the admiration of the Village. Again Alice was struck by the erotic excitement of riding through the village in the full light of day, naked and exposed for all to see. Beside her stood her equally naked husband, his cock still wet from fucking her in front of the wedding party. Her own thighs were wet as their combined cum dripped from her cunt. She laughed in excitement and sheer joy seeing the many people passing by showing cocks and cunts and naked breasts. Her brother Ralph sat in the carriage seat facing them with a great smile on his face and love in his eyes. His newly shaved cock long and hard and displayed for all to see. The entourage arrived at the Rose home and all were welcomed by even more Villagers. When everyone had entered Mother Rose gathered the newly weds in her arms and soundly kissed them both. They were instructed to quickly go up and undress and wash themselves then come back down as the guests were arriving. As Guy and Alice came down the stairs hand in hand they remained naked and before them the house was full of naked well wishers. Alice was introduced to Aunts and Uncles and cousins and entire families who kissed her open lips. Her pink breasts were cupped and her bottom cheeks were caressed. Male and female alike touched her bare cunt. After toasts and more wishes of good fortune and welcomes Mother Rose came to Alice and softly told her that now she would be truly welcomed to the family. As all of the guests gathered around, Guy's mother explained to Alice and Ralph that it was a tradition for Village revels to begin with family pairings. This was to show all that family love was for most in their hearts. She indicated to everyone the tiny heart above Alice's cunt and Ralph's cock that showed they accepted that love and wished to share it others. With a little ceremony a low settee was drawn up and Alice was placed back on it. As she had whispered to Alice to do, Alice grasped her brother's hard cock and brought it to her little cunt. Everyone gave sighs and moans of appreciation as they watched the brother fuck his sister. Before Ralph could release his charge of cream he was encouraged to give up his place to Guy's father. Again Alice brought the hard cock to her own cunt. Ralph was led around to his sister's face and she quickly took its length into her mouth. The watchers each by now had grasped a hard cock or a wet cunt, as they enjoyed the young bride receiving her substitute father and her brother. Soon working in unison, the two men grunted and began to shoot streams of creamy essence into Alice's flowing cunt and sucking mouth. Alice clutched at her brother's cock, milking it to get all of his emission. As soon as Father Rose pulled his wet softening cock from his new daughter's cunt, Mother Rose began to suck the combined nectar from the leaking cup. The friends and family began to applaud and soon there were other pairings, brothers and sisters, mothers and sons, fathers and daughters. Those without family present found others willing to include them. When Alice regained her thoughts she looked around the parlor and saw naked people everywhere enjoying themselves with others. They were fucking each other with love and abandon. They were sucking cocks and cunt as if they were starved for the sweet fluids they gave. Women were offered cocks in their cunts and mouths at the same time just as she had enjoyed. Near the window he saw her new husband fucking his sister Millie as she knelt on all fours while their mother lay beneath to suck her son's cock and her daughter's cunt as they fucked. Millie was sucking on another cock as she and the man both fingered her mother's cunt. The Wedding Ch. 01 Before the dawn Alice and Ralph both knew that they had been told the truth about the Village and the tradition of family love practiced there. Young Alice had willingly accepted being fucked by Guy's uncles and cousins and his father again. She had sucked and been sucked by aunts and other relations. She had laughed and cried and screamed with joy as she came again and again. She had helped and watched as young Daisy was given her first real fuck by her father in honor of her coming of age birthday. At one point that night Alice had been in the center of a circle of her new relatives. The naked men were all being stroked by various wives, daughters, and sisters, until all of the hard cocks had sent streams of white sweet cream over her naked body as she reclined beneath them. Then she was licked clean by the sweet wet tongues of the women. She knew that she and Ralph had found a home here and she looked forward to raising her children here and when they came of age fucking them and her nieces and nephews when Ralph married. This was the real meaning of loving family. The End I have other Village stories I may submit if there is interest. The Wedding Ch. 01 Maria and Justin had been engaged for several months, and Maria had not yet met Justin's parents. Several times she had been out with his sister but still she had only had various moments on the phone with his parents. In the car she fidgeted constantly with nerves. It wasn't that she thought they wouldn't like her, or that they would disapprove, on the contrary they had been thrilled when Justin proposed and were fully amenable with the match. Dinner tonight, on the eve of the wedding was simply the final touch to make them all family. Her parents had been unable to make it but they would meet them in 2 days on the morning of the wedding. As they pulled into the gravel driveway the warm light from inside the doorway spilled out into the night. Maria stepped out of the car as Justin opened her door and was greeted by his sister who gave her a warm hug of recognition. His parents waited inside and she took a deep breath as she followed him up the steps to greet them. She looked around as she stepped into the foyer. The house was lavishly decorated, and had various items that she guessed must have been acquired on their travels displayed around. She commended Justin's mother on the décor, and while she was looking about she noticed a most unusual chandelier. It was in the shape of a diagonal cross, large enough it looked to hold a person were it lowered, and it was suspended from the ceiling by four stout looking chains. It seemed almost mediaeval in its construction yet it was so simple as to match the modernity of its surroundings. Justin's father noticed her curiosity and took the moment to explain to her that the chandelier was based on an old implement of torture called the St Andrews Cross. Of course they had had it converted but it made for an interesting conversation piece and helped also to break the ice when he joked about stringing up any boyfriends that Justin's sister might bring home who they didn't approve of. Maria was sure glad they approved of her! The evening went by with the usual polite conversation, and Maria was glad that the nerves she had been feeling before had subsided. Justin's father kept making rather racy and slightly audacious comments to her, but she guessed that was just his way of teasing her. Trying to prove that he was still young enough to notice a good looking young woman no doubt. The evening wore on and they finished dessert before retiring into the salon together. Maria's eyelids were feeling terribly heavy, and she just put it that she had perhaps had too much wine at the table. Once or twice while everyone was talking she found herself nodding off. She woke herself up again from her head slipping onto her chest and was about to turn to Justin to suggest they went home when she realised that although she was still in the salon she was no longer sitting on the couch, and Justin was no longer there. How long had she been asleep???? She went to sit herself up but found herself unable to, her wrists and ankles were shackled to something. She felt its hard wooden frame beneath her and realised that she was spread out on the chandelier, or whatever it was that Justin's father had called it. Suddenly she realised she was not only alone, AND tied to some strange mediaeval torture contraption, she was also naked. The warm air that she had unknowingly let caress her bare skin suddenly chilled her and raised Goosebumps upon her flesh. She was scared, simply petrified. What on earth was going on, she was naked in her fiancés parents house, there was no one around, and worse she couldn't remember how she had gone from coffee after dinner to this. Justin suddenly came around the corner into the room. He just smiled at her as she lay there. She started to say something to him, along the lines of what the fuck is going on, but he just put a finger to her lips to quiet her and then crouched above her head with the self same smile upon his face. He was wearing just his jeans, his bare abs never failed to make her think of how the rest of him naked must look, he worked out and it was self evident. His sister then entered, she was wearing some plain white skirt round her hips, and her bare breasts showed their supple firmness in the dim light as she walked round to Maria's right and grinned at her. Obviously she was happy about all this, even if Maria had not a clue what on earth was going on. Then Justin's mother came in, she was wearing the same outfit as her daughter, but her body was showing more in years. Her breasts had begun their ageful descent, and her skin had lost some of the supplicity displayed in her daughters. She gave Maria a little wave as she knelt down at her left, opposite of her daughter. Finally, Justin's father came in. Unlike the rest of his family he did not seem so pleased. He was dressed similarly to his son, in plain dark jeans and bare chested. He stood between her splayed legs, and looked down upon her. Finally he spoke. "Maria, in this next week you are going to become part of this family. We wanted to take this opportunity to welcome you properly, as every other member of this family has been. We're very sorry that we had to drug you, but we thought you might be frightened away were we to have to force you. My wife went through this when we married and when Justin's sister finally chooses a partner so shall he. This ceremony has taken place at every wedding for well over a hundred years. Our family goes much further back however, back as far as the dark mountains of the Carpathians in the 1400s when we were nobles. Things then were different however, and this was originally the ceremony where a marriage was consummated, but we know with these modern times that relationships don't work that way. However, Justin has assured us that that is how you feel about marriage and indeed that you are still a virgin, and if you have lied to him we will soon find out." Maria's mind was racing, these people were insane. She was desperately trying to think of what to do, but the presence of Justin sitting at her head stroking her hair was so confusing. Justin's father knelt down between her legs, the same as Justin was at her head. She couldn't see him though and her other senses were trying to make up for that and she drew in a sharp breath as she felt his hands touch the top of her thigh. His fingers were gentle, but the feelings they evoked were strange to her. Just as she had said she had never let a guy touch her, she and Justin had restrained themselves all though their engagement. She could feel the blood colouring her cheeks as his fingers parted her most intimate of places, the feeling was similar to when she shaved herself earlier as practice, since she planned on making that her little surprise for Justin after the wedding. But unlike the razor the fingers were warm, and much firmer in their strokes. She could feel herself become even more flushed as the fingers became moist. She wasn't sure if this was from herself. She could feel those fingers probing deeper inside her, slowly he entered her with them, drawing them out gently. As the strokes became deeper she felt them hit something within her, some type of barrier and curious as she was about the whole situation she suddenly worried that she wouldn't be able to accommodate Justin, surely he was bigger than his fathers' fingers. However at the same time those fingers felt good. She blushed even deeper as she thought about the fact that such a thing brought her pleasure even as her fear was abating. He withdrew from inside her and the air felt cold on the moisture that settled on her skin. "Maria, I am proud of you, indeed you were telling the truth, and in this day that is a rarity. You are truly good enough to be welcomed into this family properly, and I want your sister Claire to be the first." Claire stood up and swapped places with her father. She smiled at Maria as she knelt between her legs. Maria was still curious but she started to think that if this was all that was going to happen it wasn't that frightening, just strange. Claire then disappeared from her eye line and again Maria was forced to rely on her sense of touch to understand what was happening. She felt the fingers examining her again. Pulling gently on her lips and stroking gently at her. Maria felt herself getting wetter as she felt herself being opened up to receive Claire's fingers. Her nails scratched her slightly and the feeling wasn't as comfortable as when Justin's father had done the same. But there was a different feeling in the way she was being touched this time. It wasn't an examination anymore. The fingers were stroking her inside, making her wetter. Intentionally so. She could feel herself swelling, or it seemed like it, the same way her mouth salivated with food. The fingers were doing exactly that to her. She felt Claire kiss her! This confused her again and she tried to squirm away from the sensation, but the shackles held her in place. Claire continued to kiss her along the top of her thigh and the outside of her lips. Claire's fingers continued to stroke the inside of Maria's vagina, as Claire's kisses centred themselves on her flesh. She felt the kisses change to a suckling motion and the feelings intensified as Claire concentrated her attentions onto Maria's flesh. She was still unsure what was going on but Claire seemed to have none of Maria's uncertainty. Maria could feel her muscles contracting inside and her body felt like it was suddenly soaring. The flesh between her legs surged and she could feel Claire's fingers being drenched by her own liquids. The feeling began to subside with Claire's strokes, and she administered one final kiss onto Maria's still quivering flesh. Claire stood up and Maria could see the fluids still glistening around her mouth as she bent her head and blew Maria a kiss before returning to her side again. Justin's father again stood before Maria and she was curious what was going to happen next, she thought it would be beyond strange for her mother to continue the cycle but she couldn't imagine that Justin would be the next in line for this strange ritual as his father spoke again. "Maria, your sister has prepared you for the next step. After this you will truly be part of this family and will be wedded to us in the same way as the world will see it after the ceremony in 2 days time. It is now Justin's turn to take you form being his bride to being his wife. This will hurt but only for a second and then you will experience again the pleasure that your sister did for you." She had been concentrating so hard on trying to understand what Justin's father had been saying that she was unaware that Justin had stood up behind her. He now walked around next to his father and the two of them embraced, just as they had done before dinner. Maria realised that Justin was naked. His skin glowed in the dim light and Maria could see that his cock was erect. She realised that watching his sister must have done that to him. She knew Justin himself was not a virgin and she realised that his "only one" was more than likely her! The thought disgusted her immensely that he had lost his virginity with his sister, and probably while his parents were watching!! She was stupefied, but as it sunk in she realised he had not knelt down as the others had. He stood over her smiling. She had been right in thinking that he was bigger than his fathers fingers, and once again she worried that the "pain" would be because he was too big for her to possibly accommodate. He knelt himself down, and she was still able to see his face looking down at her kindly. She was surprised at the intimacy of the look they shared. The moment passed however and she could feel Justin's own fingers touching at her. This was the first moment of intimacy they would share and she realised why his family did this strange ceremony finally, how the moment was shared as a family. She saw Justin raise his fingers to his own lips and taste her. She wondered at that taste, it must be nice since Claire had been so keen on It and now Justin the same. She felt something else pressing at her lips now and realised that it must be Justin's cock. He pushed at her and the top of it "popped" inside her. She felt it stretching at her gently and the feeling wasn't painful at all, Maria relaxed at that, thinking that if that was all there was too it she had fretted needlessly as a teenager over the moment. He began to ease himself deeper inside her and she could feel her body accommodating his girth as he did so. Suddenly he hit upon the same resistance that his father had encountered and he paused. He looked at her as he started to withdraw from her. She thought it was strange that she had worried so much about something so trivial that he wouldn't fit. Obviously it was tight but how silly of her. Justin began to take faster strokes, and as they became deeper again he started to hit upon that same resistance. She almost cried out at the force of the action as he began to push harder at her. The sharp pain she felt every time must surely be her insides being ripped open as he impaled her. She worried that this would stop her having children because he was hurting her so. She squirmed hard, trying to move herself so that his thrusts weren't so deep, but the shackles and his hands pinned her in place. Then the resistance gave way and she cried out as she felt him bury himself deep inside her very soul. Justin himself let out a great moan at the action. He rested there for a second and the pause allowed her to savour her body's feelings. The strange thing was that it didn't seem to hurt anymore. His cock was sitting snugly inside her and it didn't seem like he had ripped her body apart anymore. Maria realised that the resistance had in fact been her virginity and that she was now Justin's wife in all things but name. She smiled back at him as he watched her lying beneath him. He began his strokes again, slowly, allowing her to savour the full feeling. Without the resistance she didn't feel the need to pull away from him, and instead she wanted him to drive further at her. He picked up the pace as she raised her hips to meet his with equal zeal. Without realising it she had been moaning with pleasure as he rode down upon her, and she tried to restrain herself but the same feelings that had overtaken her when Claire had kissed that same area came back and she felt her muscles again tighten. This time though she felt them squeezing Justin's shaft within her and the flood of her fluids almost forced him out. His own face contorted into what looked like a mask of pain, and as Maria lay there she thought she had hurt him because her own body had squeezed too hard. He let out his own guttural grunt as he drove deeper into her than any other had ever been and she felt his cock twitch inside her as he sent his own fluid deep inside her. His breathing was still ragged as he withdrew from her, and she could see that his cock as dripping. He took one of his fingers and slid it inside her again. She didn't think she had the energy for any more of the probing but instead he took some white stuff from there, she guessed it must be his seed as he placed his fingers to her lips and she tasted it. The taste wasn't unpleasant, it was strange though, but it was mixed with a metallic blood like taste. She thought this must be how she tasted and she almost gagged at the aftertaste. Justin's father again stood in front of her and she couldn't imagine what he had planned for her next. "Thank you Justin for allowing us to share such a moment, and thank you Maria for joining our family. We'll leave the two of you together for the moment and then I'll let Claire drive you home." They all left except Justin and he picked up a towel from the side and began to wipe away the sticky ooze that had started to leak out of Maria. It felt rough on her skin and she worried it would be sore for the next time, but she had 2 days yet before she had to worry about that. Justin finished cleaning her and unshackled her feet. He came around next to her and began to unshackle her arms. Maria was unable to speak, still trying to take in the situation and what had just happened. Justin bent over and kissed her gently. He only said three words to her as he left. "I love you." Maria was totally confused but she was so tired that she just lay there until Claire came in to take her home. She still had a wedding to prepare for in a day or so and there was much for her to organise. She didn't know how things would be when she next saw Justin. She thought that her parents for sure would see on her face what had happened. In fact she thought the whole world would be able to see it. The Wedding Ch. 01 Part One -- A Kiss for the Bride This story is totally fictive and obviously some fantasy is needed to set the story, etc. It is intended for enjoyment only and the author does not condone any actions in it. If you are easily offended by "language" and/or humiliating situations please do not read. However, any positive criticism is welcome, as are points as I have ideas for a series, if it finds readers' approval. * It should have been one of the happiest days in my life. It was certainly one of the most memorable. My wedding! Let me explain, I am 27 and now married to a wonderful man called Andrew who is 32 and loving, caring, but so unadventurous in bed. Before the wedding he never tried to do anything more than kiss me and although I would not have minded at all going to bed with him, he never asked and I was reluctant to tell him about my needs as I was afraid he would think me a slut! I work in London and in the office is an older man called Peter, who leers at me. I often catch him eying me up and down and undressing me with his eyes. Well I guess I am not unattractive as I am slim with long blonde hair which I usually keep up at the back. I can't work with it falling around my eyes and it seems practical to keep it up, but guess that also applies to the men who work around me, and I am not talking about their hair! I have blue eyes and am 36c. Andrew is aware of my breasts but his sexual drive is very low. He usually just mounts me and then enters me quickly, cums and rolls off, with little foreplay or indeed attention to my needs. Before I met Andrew I often spent time in adult chat rooms and got my kicks that way. Now., well I am ashamed to say I have slid down the slippery road and am a whore. Andrew must never know. Peter is around 50 and I suppose I am addicted to him now. He is a bastard and and uses me for his pleasure, but somehow an inner animal instinct makes me want to and need to rut with him. He fulfils the nasty basic needs in me and not only does he work in the same firm in London, but we also travel down to the city in the same coach, so it was no surprise that we were thrown together. It all started innocently enough with Peter and I sitting in the usual cramped seats in the coach, our legs sometimes touching. At the beginning I had no idea that I would become more or less addicted to him, craving his touch and attention, needing sex so much. After all at fifty he was no longer an Adonis, with a shaved head and a slightly bulging stomach from the beer he liked to drink, especially with his best friend Kevin, also about the same age and like Peter, married with a younger wife, but no children. Peter had fathered three already. My fiancé and I had decided to live together as we had found and bought a lovely house, which was a wonderful bargain, otherwise we would have waited until later, but Andrew insisted on separate bedrooms until we were married. Good old-fashioned Andrew! I was disappointed, especially as it seemed this seemed so Victorian. Hell we were living in the 21st century now!!! I acquiesced, however, and satisfied my urges alone in my room or secretly at the computer. Gentleman as he was, he insisted n me having the master bedroom with its big double bed, whilst he had the guest room. Then that fateful evening when Peter came over, ostensibly to help me out on some work which I needed to complete for the boss by the end of the week. Andrew was away on business. I honestly did not dress to kill, as I was certainly not a slut, well at least then. Peter had other ideas though and he slipped some sort of drug into my drink as I was busy in the kitchen, getting something to eat. Well, it ended up with me being totally stoned out of my mind and unaware that I was about to end up by being blackmailed into being his bitch and whore! The bastard! He has me in his clutches now. I remember the leer on his face when he came round another evening and showed me the photos he had taken of me while I had lost my mind. The close ups of me with his cock in my mouth and even some of me being fucked. The bastard had made sure his face was not pictured and he had all the material he needed to make sure he could come round and enjoy my services as he called them. I was so scared of the photos landing up on the internet, in the office or worst of all in Andrew's hands. As my body craved sexual attention, I suppose I also somehow wanted it, although kept telling myself it was blackmail. I had to tell Peter when Andrew was away. It started with him coming round to spend the evening with me, but soon developed into quickies in the staff toilets at work and even in the dirty toilets of a nasty pub he liked to go to. That is where I met Kev, his friend and it was not long before he had me satisfying his friend, too. It was not long before Peter started arranging meets with other men and at first I was disgusted and refused, but Peter even withdrew his services and I found I needed him so much I had to agree to his terms. So I became a whore! Well, now I have to write about the biggest humiliation in my life, my wedding. Peter wants me to write him the story personally, so I will now just write what I wrote him. I remember falling under your spell weeks before the big day and even just before Andrew proposed. I knew you were married and I gradually started the slide into prostitution and earning for you. Andrew didn't realise a thing. He is so kind and gentle and generous, but also very naïve and didn't see how you managed to ingratiate your way into his favours. We both worked in London and Andrew, being a businessman, often away on meetings and trips, was the obvious victim for you. You took and take great pleasure in cuckolding him and I remember the time when I had to meet you in that disgusting pub which you love so much in London -- and you fucked me in the toilets. Hell they stink! We took the coach back to the town where we live and you escorted me home -- Andrew was back home early for once and we all sat around having a drink and chatting as if the best of friends. My fiancé at the time didn't notice the smell of sex or the fact that his so called friend's cum was dripping down my legs and had dried on my thighs! I wonder whether it is a blessing or a curse that he is sexually so naïve! I was devastated when Andrew told me when preparing our wedding that he was going to ask you to be best man. I almost screamed -- how could he be so naïve. The best man was the man who fucked his fiancée regularly and pimped her out. Just the evening before I had had to hand over 750 to you and you sniggered and gave me back 10 saying to buy something to wear for the wedding, preferably condoms for my new husband! I tried suggesting some other men who were Andrew's friends but he always kept coming back to telling me how impressed he was with Pete as he so often accompanied me back to my home -- and he was the perfect gentleman! Perfect gentleman! If only he knew! The day of the wedding get nearer and it was a Wednesday when you phoned and told me to get the fuck to the pub -- that you dropped your bombshell. I was being fucked by you and your disgusting friend Kev in the stinking cubicle of the toilets I was on the pill at that time. You had just squirted your load into me and Kev took your place and thrust his cock into me when you told me Kev would be coming to the wedding too and you had got Andy to invite him. The way you said it was going to be a really memorable occasion started the alarm bells ringing loudly, but what could I do. Especially as neither your wife nor Kevin's could come. You had that sexual hold over me, you had photos of me sucking your cock -- looking as if I was enjoying it that very first time, although I had been drugged, the photos of you fucking me. It just looked like I was a dirty cheating slut. I had no choice but to go along with everything you wanted. The stag night was fun according to you and so was my hen party but all the time I had these worrying doubts and fears. The day of the wedding arrived and you had arranged to pick me up and bring me to the church before the reception. Andrew was so taken in by your charm, totally unaware that the wedding of a lifetime that you had planned was a very different affair to the one he thought was going to take place. I remember about three weeks before the wedding you turned up at my home as Andrew was not there muscled in and demanded to know where I kept the birth control pill I was taking. I was so frightened by your aggressive behaviour and stammered that Andrew had thought it a good idea for me to stop taking it and to stop having sex until the big day! I also added that I would most probably most fertile on the wedding night. I was so surprised when you burst out laughing and almost dropped your cell phone when you took it from your pocket. You called Kev and I could even hear him laughing loudly when you told him I was off the pill and the wimp wasn't going to be fucking me for a time. You grasped me by the shoulders and forcing me to my knees made me give you a blow job while you told me that I would now have to demand all the clients wore condoms and I had better fucking watch out I didn't get pregnant! You blew your load and in the three weeks following you surprised me by even wearing a condom yourself, although you made me clean it out and recycle it for you. Kev just preferred a good blow job as he put it. The big day finally arrived and I had put on a little mascara and prepared my eyelashes and wore my pearls and a rather low cut V bridal dress, a little white veil perched daintily on my head. I was feeling wretched, so ashamed of being such a cheat to my husband and hoping beyond hope that he would never find out. You had told me everything would be ok as long as I did as I was told. Your blackmail was perfect! Still is! I looked out of the window of the small hotel I was staying in as it was unlucky to see the bridegroom before the big occasion and you had promised Andrew to have me spirited away so nothing would spoil the big day. I saw a car arrive and two men got out. I looked away and then back again. My stomach dropped and I shivered in fear as I saw you and Kev get out, dressed in suits and ties and then come up to reception. I hurried out to meet you planning to thwart any plans you may have to fuck me before the wedding and told you cheerily and innocently that I was ready and we could leave. I kissed you both on the cheek to make it look as innocent as possible. You looked at me angrily and back to the clerk. "Good," you suddenly grinned nastily and I suddenly felt my heart sink. "We've got a bit of time before we have to leave, so let's go and have a turn in the lovely garden of the hotel. Get a bit of fresh air. I will settle the bill and have someone get the case to bring to the other hotel later." Kev took my arm, gripping it to show me my place and making me stay to see you take out your wallet and a wad of notes -- the ones I had paid over to you a couple of days ago! You made a show of being the generous best man and then you ushered me out into the garden. I looked around but felt quite safe as the hotel overlooked the garden, well all but the place you directed me to. "Well my little bitch!" you grinned and kissed me, your tongue forcing its way in between my lips and running along my teeth, your lips full on mine, your strong masculine body hard against me, so I could feel your manly bulge growing between your legs as you rubbed obscenely against me. You broke away, grinning and Kev kissed me hard too, pushing against me, grinding his body against mine as well. When he broke away I gasped for breath and you sniggered and said, "Well there are two other good friends of yours who would like to give the bride-to-be a loving kiss!" I looked around frightened now, wondering who was there, but could see nobody. Almost in unison you unzipped and brought out your big cocks, semi erect and obviously leaking already. "C'mon cum slut, time to kiss some good friends of yours. Make them feel welcome," you laughed and putting your hand on my head pushed me to my knees. "Please Peter, nooooooo, someone could come along!" You both laughed and Kev sniggered, "Well get a fucking move on then and show your friends that you love them, too." "Suck, cunt!" You grunted looking down and grinning as Kev thrust his big cock into my mouth making me gag and choke. He rutted away for a bit before pulling out and grinning at you, said, "Thanks Pete, over to the Master now!" You both laughed and I felt your hands on my head as you thrust into my mouth, face fucking me, uncaring for my spluttering and gagging. "Oh fuck, Pete, the bitch is so hot!" I heard your friend Kev grunt hoarsely and then felt warm wet ropes of sticky warm cum shoot over my cleavage, just as you shot a first load down my throat, holding my head and making sure the second one wen the same way, making me cough. You pulled out and held your cock to my left cheek as a thick heavy hot squirt erupted over my soft skin. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHh FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" you grunted like a animal as your big strong cock squirted a few more ropes over my cheeks and then you moved it and held it pointing down between my breasts and shot another sticky warm rope down my cleavage as you both laughed nastily. You both found this highly amusing and carried on laughing loudly as you made me accompany you back to the car. I was near to tears, without any hanky or means to clean up. "Right, Kev, off to the church. This bitch is getting married." "But, I just need to clean up." I wailed desperately, disgusted as I felt all the stickiness of your sperm on my chest and some trickling down towards my belly. I also felt the warm feeling in my stomach as I always did when I had to swallow sperm. "No fucking time, you dirty cunt!" you laughed. "Fucking told you this would be a memorable occasion!" You almost threw me in the back of the car and Kev put on a chauffeurs cap to mock me and drove off while I had to try to clean up the best I could. Bastards that you were you did not give me any hankies so I had to use my fingers and suck them clean! I secretly prayed that Andrew wouldn't come too close to me until I had had a chance to wash a bit at the hotel where the reception was going to take place. My real worry was the fact that you had shot one rope of your sperm down my cleavage and it would stain and that my breath would smell of sperm, too. It was maybe a good thing that I was unaware of the fact you had planned plenty more "memorable events" for the day. * Hope you enjoyed. Please give me a positive vote if you enjoyed the story as I will then post a sequel.. Thanks! The Wedding Ch. 01 The characters in this story were introduced in another series "Cancelled Date Night". This story is designed to be self-contained so it is not essential to have read that series first. However, if you care to get a more rounded view of the characters and see what led to the events of this series then you should read that story first. ***** Dave was starting to get anxious. Sarah had been distraught on the phone, she was barely coherent through the drunken slurs and tears but Dave knew her well enough to know that something was very wrong. That call was two hours ago, he'd tried calling back but got no answer. He called the hotel where she was staying but there was no answer from her room. He frantically searched their house for the numbers of any of the other girls at the bachelorette party but found nothing. All he could do now was wait for Sarah to get back in touch. Dave was not a patient man. Another half an hour went by before there was a knock on the door. Dave sprinted into the hall and opened the door to find two disheveled woman on the other side. His girlfriend, Sarah, was barely conscious, drunkenly mumbling to herself as she desperately clung to her best friend, Colleen. Colleen had changed a lot in the year since Dave had last seen her, the hormone therapy was really starting to produce results, but not so much that he wouldn't still recognise her. Both girls were drenched from the torrential rain outside, their fancy cocktail dresses almost fully transparent from the wetness but Colleen appeared to be much more sober. "Give me a hand here would you?" Colleen asked, desperately. Dave quickly jumped in to support his teetering girlfriend and helped get her inside. "Is she ok?" Dave asked as the stumbled through the door. "She'll survive, she's just hammered." Dave had always been self-conscious about the fact that he was never strong enough to effortlessly pluck Sarah up in his arms like you see in the movies but between him and Colleen they managed to get the incapacitated girl upstairs, undressed and into bed. Not another word was exchanged until they had tucked Sarah in. They left her gently snoring and tiptoed out of the room. On the other side of the door he noticed Colleen shivering in her wet dress. "Do you want some dry clothes?" he asked "If you wouldn't mind. Some of Sarah's sweats will do." Dave snuck back into the room and grabbed a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a tank top from Sarah's gym bag. "Here you go. You can use the bathroom down the hall if..." "I'll be fine here." she said, then with a nervous grin she added, "It's not like you haven't seen it all before." Dave was caught off guard by this comment and stuttered embarrassingly for a few second before mumbling a reply, "Well some things have changed since then..." His eyes drifted subconsciously to Colleen's chest as he said this, her breasts seemed as if they were going to rip through the soaked, thin material covering them. Sarah noticed his gaze and she dropped her eyes sheepishly. "Yeah, I suppose." Dave realised where he was staring and quickly looked in a different direction. There was nowhere to look that was going to make this less awkward so he decided to turn his back and give the girl some privacy. This was the longest conversation the two had had in nearly two years and the first time they had seen in each other in the year since Colleen had moved across the country. They had never been extremely close, Dave only knew Colleen through Sarah, but there was a time, one fantastic night two years ago, when Dave thought the three of them would be getting much closer. Unfortunately he was mistaken, he didn't know how or why but something after that night drove a wedge in between himself and Colleen and even damaged Sarah and Colleen's bond though the two girls would never acknowledge that anything was wrong. Colleen cleared her throat. "Eh...Do you've a bag or something for my dress." Dave turned around to find her fully changed. He had to stop himself staring in disbelief at how much better Colleen filled out Sarah's clothes now. "Yeah I'll grab you something from the kitchen." He jogged down the stairs and into the kitchen, composing himself as he searched for something to hold the wet clothes. He found Colleen waiting in the hallway when he returned with an empty plastic bag. "Thanks." She said taking it, "I should probably go, I asked the taxi to wait." "Aren't you going to tell me what happened? Sarah wasn't due back for another two days..." The worrisome quiver in his voice wasn't subtle. Colleen averted her gaze as she answered. "I'd rather not talk about it. I really just want to go home. You can ask her tomorrow." This did nothing to settle Dave's unease but Colleen was out the door before he could press her about it. The unease followed him to bed where he lay awake for hours next to his unconscious girlfriend, going through every possible horrible scenario she could have encountered that night before drifting off. He awoke to the sound of dry-heaving coming from the ensuite. Dragging himself out of bed he found Sarah hugging the toilet bowl and groaning in discomfort. Dave knew this wasn't the time to bring up the previous nights events, instead he got her showered, helped her back to bed, fetched her a glass of water and some pain pills then went downstairs to cook her favourite hangover breakfast. He climbed the returned to the bedroom half an hour later with a big dirty fry and a strong cup of tea for them both. Sarah beamed with gratitude as he set the tray down in front of her and then quickly devoured the meal. When they'd both finished eating and Sarah was feeling more alive, she snuggled up next to Dave. Her still damp hair was cold against his chest as she lay her head on him letting her fingers trace lazy patterns across his stomach. Finally Dave felt it was appropriate to bring up what was on his mind. "So are you going to tell me what happened last night?" He felt her whole body tense up next to his. Her fingers stopped tickling briefly though she restarted quickly to try and cover it. She answered without lifting her head off his chest. "What did she tell you?" "Colleen? She wouldn't say anything. She said I should talk to you." "We...we just had a fight. A stupid drunken fight." "What?...Why?" "Does it matter?" "Well I'm a little concerned to be honest so I'd like to know." "Oh don't worry sweetie. It was just a stupid drunk argument. I'll tell you later, I promise. But thinking about it is ruining the mood I'm in." She stressed the word "mood" and looked at him seductively as she said it. He knew she was just trying to get him to drop the subject but honestly most of his concerns were quelled when he found out it was just a drunk fight and nothing to do with him or their relationship. "OK, as long as everything is good with you." She gave him a sly grin before kissing him deeply while her wandering digits slipped under the waistband of his boxers. She stroked his hardening cock with her palm a few times before pulling it out of his underwear. Sarah began by pumping slowly as Dave groaned into her mouth. He tried to return the sensation by sliding a hand into her lace panties but she playful manoeuvred away from him. Dave was persistent and kept trying but each time Sarah slipped away from his grasp, giggling in between kisses. Eventually she climbed on top of him, straddling his waist she started to grind against him. With each grind her panties grew damper, the moist fabric glided along his shaft and drove Dave wild. He desperately clawed at Sarah's top and panties but she was steadfast in her teasing and wouldn't let him remove anything. Instead he had to make do with mauling her through the thin fabric of her pyjamas. Sarah's removed her lips from Dave's and started a procession of kisses length of his neck and along his chest, stopping only briefly to suck on his right nipple before continuing down to his crotch. She licked along his hip bone and playfully kissed the inside of his thighs while gently massaging his balls. Dave couldn't take much more. He sat up and attempted to gain some control of the situation but Sarah immediately pushed him back onto the bed and mocked him by tutting and wagging her finger, her sly grin spreading even wider. Just as he was about to object she dived down and engulfed his cock. Her lips stretched over the shaft as her tongue curled around it, slipping effortlessly along its length. Dave lay back and groaned loudly in appreciation as Sarah alternated between sucking, licking and kissing his cock. She increased the depth and pace of her sucking, occasionally letting her hands take over while she caught her breath. There was so much saliva coating his shaft that it had started to drip down to his balls. Sarah used one hand to gently rub the lubrication around his sack using it to massage his balls and thighs. Dave could feel himself getting close. His groans became louder and more desperate, Sarah noticed and raised her eyes to him. He meet her gaze and gave her 'the look', a signal they'd developed over the years to indicate when one of them was about to climax. Sarah understood and started to ease off, she let Dave's cock fall from her lips and switched to slower paced strokes with her hand as she manouvered herself into a position for Dave to start returning the favour. Or so Dave thought. Sarah had started crawling up along his body, her ass swinging from side to side with each leg movement. He had assumed she was coming up to receive some oral of her own, as was a common routine, but she stopped climbing when her hips were level with his. Straddling him, she sat upright and gave him a menacing look, her hand still slowly beating his cock. Unsure of what she was up to, Dave again tried to take control of the situation and reached for her still panty-clad pussy. Sarah batted his hand away. He looked at her confused, desperately trying to hold off his impending orgasm. "Sweetie..." he gasped, "You need to stop..." "No." she replied in a sultry voice. "But I'm about to..." "I know." Dave didn't have the breath to argue anymore so he just lay there looking at her sexy, mischievous grin. Sarah began to grind on him again as she had earlier but this time she took it a step further. She pulled her panties to the side and slid Dave's dripping cock inside, not into her pussy but up against it, then let her panties snap back over before resuming her grinding. The effect was amazing, Sarah's soft, moist lips engulfed the underside of Dave's shaft, sliding along it while simultaneously pressing it firmly against the damp, silky fabric of her panties. The contrast between the two different textures felt incredible and Dave wasn't able to hold on any longer. As his groans turned to grunts, Sarah guessed what was coming, she gripped his shoulders tightly and started to buck strongly against his crotch. With a short scream, Dave came. His torrent of cum, having nowhere else to go, filled Sarah's panties, her grinding slowly spreading it over his entire cock. Sarah collapsed onto his chest, not bothering to remove his cock from her panties, she lay her head across him and nuzzled at his neck. After a few moments of recovery Dave mustered the last of his energy to start giving Sarah her turn. But as was he trying to move her into a better position she said; "Stop sweetie, just relax." "But you haven't..." "I know. But I'm good. I just wanted to show how much I love you." "Oh...OK. I love you too sweetie." "I know you do. But thanks...I really needed to hear that." If Dave hadn't been in a haze from such a powerful orgasm that comment may have worried him but as it was he barely noticed it. The two fell into a sated snooze for the rest of the morning. The hen night didn't come up again for a few more days. Dave was just on his way out the door when Sarah came in from work. "Hey sweetie," she said, giving him a peck on the lips, "where are you off to?" Dave lifted up the hangers in his hand. "Dry cleaners. I figure this is my last chance to get my one decent suit cleaned before the wedding." Sarah, who had been hanging up her jacket, paused and stiffened up but Dave was almost out the door and didn't notice. Sarah nearly let him leave but called out just before the door shut. "No sweetie wait. Dave! Come back." "What's wrong?" "Just come back in here for a bit." Dave closed the door and put his suit down delicately. "Something wrong?" He walked over to her but she wouldn't look at him. "No...I just don't think we should go to the wedding." "What? Why?" She didn't answer. "Sarah..." She finally looked up at him, her eyes were welling up. She still wouldn't answer. "This is about the hen night isn't it?" A single tear started to roll down her cheek as she nodded slowly. Dave grabbed her and hugged her tightly, he could feel her sobbing into his chest. "What happened that night baby?" Still no answer, just muted sobs against his jumper. He walked her over to the couch, the two sat down and Dave waited for Sarah to pull herself together before continuing. "You're going to have to tell me. It's gone too far now and I'm starting to get quite worried. I know you two had a fight but you can't expect me to just accept that we're suddenly not going to your best friends wedding without elaborating a bit on that." "I know. I know." she eventually replied, her voice croaking from the sobbing which had not fully abated yet. She started slowly, her head hanging, eyes focused on her fidgeting hands. "OK so the hen night was a bit of a bust. I was the only one who turned up. Turns out Colleen hasn't been settling very well in her new place. Anyway I said 'Fuck it, we're here to get hammered, anyone else would just slow us down anyway', that seemed to cheer her up for a bit so I got as much booze into her as I could while she was in good spirits. It was a little naive though, after a couple of drinks she got pretty emotional so we got a few bottles of wine and headed back to the hotel room." Dave could tell where this was headed, it was the stereotypical wedding jitters fueled by alcohol story but he didn't interrupt Sarah she was obviously building to something. She sniffed away some tears and continued. "It all came out then. How after the threesome with us it all seemed so clear that she needed to start working towards her sex change but then she lost so many friends and family when she started dressing full time." Dave's heart skipped a beat. He and Sarah had barely talked about the threesome since it had happened. Back then he went through a rough period of confusion and self-doubt over enjoying sex with a crossdressed man. Sarah seemed content to write the night as a once off fun experiment and forget about it so Dave was wary of mentioning anything to her in case she became suspicious of his growing feelings for Colleen. So he bottled it up and became quite depressed. As Colleen started to undergo her transformation Dave only become more attracted to her increasingly feminine form. Fortunately, Colleen seemed to have an issue with him and started avoiding him, her eventual move gave Dave the chance to push his feelings to the back of his mind where they faded, yet they never entirely disappeared. "She started crying then and gave me the whole sob story." Sarah continued, "How she cut most of her friends out of her life and fucked off to the other side of the country to get away from all the shit. How difficult it had been for her to make new friends or trust anyone. How she still wasn't completely comfortable as a woman. And finally how she wished she'd had me there to help her through it all and give advice." Sarah paused for a bit, her voice was shaky when she started again. "I...I guess that set me off. She'd abandoned me, fucked off without an explanation. I barely hear from her for a year and then tells me she wished I was there the whole time. Like it was my fault that I wasn't! I flipped. Told her that if that's the way she treated the people who tried to be supportive of her then it was no wonder nobody showed up to her hen and I was a fool for showing up." "Sweetie I don't think she meant..." "I know, I know. I went way overboard. I couldn't stop myself. I stormed off then..." She paused again, longer this time. "Then what, sweete?" She finally looked over at Dave but quickly dropped her gaze. She shrugged her shoulders and stuttered. "...Kinda gets blurry then. I just went back to the bar and kept drinking. I suppose she must have found me at some point, I vaguely remember being in a taxi with her but that's it." Dave didn't know what to say. Colleen had obviously really hurt Sarah but Sarah seemed to be feeling bad about how she reacted. He had been dreading going to the wedding and seeing Colleen getting married to some guy but he knew Sarah would never forgive herself if she missed it, he had to persuade her to do the right thing. "I know you're hurt and angry now sweetie but that will pass in time. You know yourself that in a couple of months you'll have forgotten all about this fight but missing out on your best friends wedding is something that will stick with you forever." She looked at him guiltily. "You don't understand...that's not everything..." "I know. I know I don't know the intricate details of the fight and I don't expect I'd understand even if I did. You obviously don't want to tell me the rest for whatever reason and I'm not asking you to, some things need to stay between friends, especially things brought up during heated fights. But think about this, is whatever happened worth losing your best friend over? After all the shit you two have been through, is this how you want to end it?" Sarah stared at her feet for a long time before quietly uttering a soft, almost inaudible, "No". She was sobbing quite hard as she turned to Dave and buried her head in his chest croaking; "Thank you baby. I love you so much." "It's OK. I only want you to be happy." "Just...please remember that, I love you." "Em...OK, I know baby." Dave left the conversation with an odd mixture of emotions. He was proud and happy that he managed to work things out and help Sarah but he was even more nervous about the wedding and to top it off he was a little disturbed by Sarah's final comment. He didn't question it though, she'd been through enough and it was more than likely just his over-active paranoia. The Wedding Ch. 02 Passion In James County VI: The Wedding Chapter two Soft hands were sliding over Dennis Livingston's body. They moved over his stomach, then encircled his flaccid penis, which quickly grew stiff. The young man, who had been trying desperately to feign sleep, was no longer able to remain still. He groaned with delight. He liked the way he was feeling and hated to open his eyes. The hand kept stroking his erecting organ insistently, then it was joined by another. His lover's hands rolled his balls. It felt way too good. The young man, no longer able to keep up his pretense of being asleep, groaned with delight and arched his back, pushing his hips up off the bed. "I gather that means you like what I'm doing. Am I right?" a soft, female voice asked Dennis. Dennis opened his eyes and looked at the woman who was bestowing such incredible feelings on him. Her name was Lois Tillman, and she was gorgeous and full-bodied. She had straight, shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes which usually sported gold wire-rimmed glasses. Her generous, well-shaped breasts were capped by rigid nipples, pink fingers jutting from the middle of the swollen pale globes on her chest. She was kneeling on the bed next to the young man's hips, holding his hard penis in her hand. God! She had him so turned on! What a way to wake up! "I love to feel your penis getting hard," Lois murmured, her eyes glazed with lust, "and the way it always gets so big!" She gave the young man's blood-engorged member a soft squeeze. "I don't know how I lived before I had this!" Lois had awakened horny. Actually, she woke up horny almost every morning since Dennis moved in a with her year earlier. Even though they shared fantastic sex at least once a day, she couldn't get enough of the young man nor, it seemed, could he get enough of her. "Lois..." Dennis groaned, his hips twisting and turning, "Oh, Godddd!!" Lois's responded to her lover's groans by bending and taking his swollen organ in her mouth. "Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!" the young man moaned when his companion's warm mouth began to do wonderful things to him. He clutched at the sheets as wave after wave of exultation roared through him. He'd never been awakened more delightfully! He also found that his control wasn't what it usually was. He felt his insides begin to churn. He was going to come! "Lois!" he groaned, "I...I'm gonna come! It...that feels too good!" Lois heard the young man's plaintive cry, but sucking his penis felt so marvelous, she decided to let him come in her mouth. Dennis realized his lover wasn't going heed his warning and struggled to get control of himself, to stem the flood threatening to burst from him, but the harder he tried, the less control he seemed to have. "Gahhhhhhhh!!!!!" he moaned at last and, unable to hold back any longer, he erupted powerfully into Lois's mouth. Lois felt the young man's erection start to pulsate and knew he was beginning to come. Then he was coming, spewing hot, sticky cream into her mouth! A shudder went through her as she experienced an orgasm of her own! That didn't stop her, she kept licking and sucking the young man until his penis began to soften. At last she let his flaccid organ slide from her mouth. Tingling from the incredible sweetness of what she'd just experienced, her face slick with his come, she stretched out on the bed next to him and kissed him. "What about you?" Dennis asked. "That was unreal! I made it, but what about you?" "I did come, love," Lois said softly. "When you came, I did, too. It wasn't as spectacular as it is when you're in me, but it was lovely." "You really did?" Dennis asked, surprised. He didn't know things like that happened. He'd never come when he was eating her. "I didn't know something like that could happen if we didn't, you know, make love." "I didn't know it could happen, either," Lois replied and kissed him again. "I love you. Being with you is one marvelous new experience after another." Dennis kissed her. "It sure is!" he agreed. "It's almost nine," Lois said. "I have to get going. I have to go over to Heidi's to help her get ready for the wedding. I mean, I am the matron of honor." Dennis tightened his arms around her, pulled her mouth to his, and their lips coupled in a deep, heated kiss. "That's OK," he said when the kiss ended, "I know how excited you are for Heidi." Lois extricated herself from the young man's embrace and got up. She bent over, picked up her robe, and slipped into it, fully aware of her young lover's admiring gaze. She looked at Dennis and smiled. "We'll have lots of time after the wedding," she said. "I'm not sure I can wait that long," the young man replied, grinning. "I guess you'll just have to," Lois replied. "It is tomorrow, you know." Dennis nodded. "I know," he said. Lois walked down the hall to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and took off her robe. She turned and jumped, startled to see Dennis standing in the doorway, nude, and smiling. "What time did you tell Heidi you were coming over?" he asked softly. "Ah...I...I just said I'd be over sometime this morning," Lois replied. "Dennis, I really do have to get a bath." "Go ahead," he said. His eyes moved lovingly over her body. Lois shivered as her young lover's eyes caressed her. She couldn't get over the effect he had on her. He made her tingle just by looking at her! "You're really gorgeous, you know that?" Dennis said softly as he moved slowly across the bath room toward her. "Ah...Dennis..." Lois stammered. In spite of herself, she realized she was getting aroused again. "Uh...my...um...bath..." His arms went around her and he pulled her naked body against his. "My God!" she thought as she felt his erect organ slide between her legs. "He's hard again!" Dennis's lips covered hers, his tongue thrust into her mouth, and she felt him pulling her down, toward the floor. "Ohhhh!!! I guess I've still got plenty of time to get over to Heidi's! Even if we..." she thought as hunger permeated her once again. Dennis laid Lois on her back, then he was looming over her. She gasped when his erection slid into her and his hips began thudding against hers. The speed with which her need for him had grown startled her. She felt herself once more rushing headlong toward release. "Now!!! Oh, God, darling!!! Now!!! Now!!! Yes!!! Yesssss!!! Nowwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!" Lois cried, writhing ecstatically as the young man's plunging organ triggered still another furious explosion of joy. "Too good!!! Oh, God, that feels so good!!! Don't stop!!! Don't ever stop!!! I'm commmmmminnnnnnnggggggg!!!! I'm commmminnnngggg!! I'm commmmmmminnnnnnnggggggg!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" "Me, too!!! Lois!! Lois!!! Me, tooooooo!!!!" Dennis groaned as he exploded into her. Then, his passion spent, he collapsed on top of her. When she felt her young lover's penis soften and slide from her, Lois extricated herself from under him and got to her feet. "I...Oh, God, Dennis! That was so wonderful!...but I...I do have to get my bath," she panted. She looked at the young man, saw the gleam in his eyes, and added, "And today I need to take my bath alone! If you get in there with me, I'll never get to Heidi's. If the wedding's ruined, it will be your fault." "OK, but do you mind if I watch?" Dennis asked. "Ah...I guess that's OK," Lois said. She stepped into the shower. When she finished, she stepped out and began drying off. She was very aware that Dennis, sitting on the toilet, was ardently watching her every move. "God, I can't believe how beautiful you are!" he breathed. Lois felt herself flushing. "You always say that," she replied softly. "That's because you are," Dennis replied fervently. He continued to watch her as she went about getting ready to go to her friend's house to prepare for the wedding. Heidi found the avid way Dennis was looking at her disconcerting, but she did enjoy it. Having him adore her so unabashedly was heady stuff. "When are we going to do it?" Dennis asked as Lois applied her makeup. "Do what, darling?" Lois asked. "Get married," he said. "Dennis, we've talked about that," Lois said. "I...I'm still not sure it's such a good idea." "Why not?" he said. "Heidi's the same age you are and she's marrying Tim. He's only three years older than I am." Lois turned to look at him. "I...I know, darling, but...well...I..." she stammered. "I mean, you still have two years of college and..." "Will you marry me after I graduate, then?" Dennis asked. "Please, Dennis," Lois said, "can't we talk about this later?" "Sure," he said, smiling. "But don't think putting me off is going to stop me from asking. I am going to marry you someday." "Oh, Dennis," Lois said. The crazy thing was, she did want to marry him. It was all she thought about. She did love him, and being with him was wonderful. But she just couldn't bring herself to tell him she would marry him, and wasn't sure why. The Wedding Ch. 02 It is my intention to add to and end the story started in The Wedding. I have received many notes in feedback asking for the rest of the story, however there was no part two. It was a beginner’s error that I sent the wrong title. I had considered the idea of posting the story in parts as I wrote but I was able to finish rather more quickly than I had thought. Then I simply forgot to edit the title. Now I would like to add another chapter in order to correct my mistake. I would like to thank those readers who responded to my efforts at writing and I hope everyone will enjoy this attempt. I regret that it has taken me this long. Chapter 2 Alice reached under her sister and spread Daisy’s bottom to better put her tongue into the tight rose hidden there. She probed with her stiffened tongue until she felt Daisy relax and open to her. Alice kissed and licked and probed at Daisy’s young puss and bottom hole. Sucking up the freely running nectar she took the girl’s hard little clitoris between her lips and pulled. As she sucked the wonderful girl cock she began to push a finger into Daisy’s bottom. She fucked and sucked in rhythm with the cock buried in her own wet cunt. Her brother Ralph was slowly running his hard cock into her as deeply as he could before slowly withdrawing it for Daisy to lick clean as she lay under them. Ralph thoroughly enjoyed the clasping cunt of his sister around his cock and the hot tongue of his fiance licking at his wet smooth balls. He eased his cock back after he felt the head touch his sister’s cervix and his loving Daisy began to lick his shaft clean of their combined juices. He stopped just before his cock came out and began to slowly feed it back again. This was a favorite way to fuck among his family of lovers, slowly enjoying each moment, each refined taste and touch prolonging the final cum. He had learned from his new lovers to prolong the pleasure by putting off orgasm as long as possible, to pause or to change how he was making love in order to allow his partners to cum as many times as they wished before he had to give up his own. Daisy relaxed her bottom for Alice’s fingers to slide in on the clear nectar dripping from her puss and her sister’s tongue. Alice had a thumb in her cunt and two fingers in her bottom as she sucked and licked, fucking in time with Ralph. They were all moving together as they fucked each other. Daisy let her tongue ride on Ralph’s cock as it slowly pushed back into Alice, then licked over his wet shaved balls and into the crease of his bottom. She was just able to move her hand enough to put another finger in her lover’s bottom as he fucked his sister. The three lovers had been so absorbed in the afternoon of pleasure that they failed to notice when Guy came to the door of the parlor. It was not such an unusual thing to come home and find naked people in his home, or even naked people fucking in the bright afternoon sunlight that poured in the windows. He stood looking down at his wife as she knelt over his sister while her brother fucked from behind. There was an answering swelling in his cock as he enjoyed the sight of those he loved as they gave each other love and pleasure. Not wanting to interrupt the lovers he quietly stepped around to the side, but the tableau was having its effect. He began to remove his own clothes as he watched and threw garments over the arms of nearby chairs. Pulling a wingback chair close to the side of the lovers he sat down and spread his legs wide and began to stroke his now hardened cock. Ralph kept his rhythm to a slow deliberate pace as he fucked his sister and watched his best friend frig his cock. Daisy had noted the bare foot of someone next to her although her sight was blocked by legs and reached her free hand out to stroke the leg attached to the foot as a way to include the viewer in the loving. It made no real difference who the person was, they were welcome to watch or to join in if they chose. She had been raised in this society where individuals were free to love and to share love with anyone. Even though she probably knew who sat there it could just as well have been her father or any other member of her family or a neighbor or friend who had just dropped by. She hoped they could see how much love was being given by tongues and fingers as well as the delicious cock. Ralph and his sister Alice had not been raised in the open loving freedom of this village but had in effect married into it. Ralph and Guy had been away at school together and had become close friends. So close in fact that Guy had initiated Ralph into the pleasures that one man can give another. Such intimacy had led to the confession by Ralph that he had been fucking his sister and had invited Guy to spend holidays at his home so that they could share his sister Alice and teach her the wonderful things that Guy seemed to know. Alice was beautiful and willing and the three soon became lovers. When Guy proposed marriage to Alice he confided that he came from a very different society than she and Ralph, in fact, the new things that he had taught the brother and sister about pleasuring others had been taught to him by his own parents and family. He had grown up in an atmosphere of openness. He soon convinced them that they could live in his village and enjoy complete sexual freedom, where the love shown by the brother and sister was not condemned but encouraged, with complete instruction. They had accepted his offer and his way of life with open hearts. Now here they were in the middle of the parlor in the afternoon sunshine, naked and fucking and sucking in full view. They were not rushing to passionate completion or even necessarily to complete an orgasm at all, but to enjoy the act of fucking and sucking and giving pleasure just for itself. Nature will have its way in the end. Ralph could feel the onset of his own nature. He began to fuck his sister with more purpose and Alice could tell that he was ready. She began to suck her friend Daisy’s clitoris and fuck her fingers into cunt and bottom with more force. Daisy had been on the brink of another orgasm for some time and now knew the others were ready as well. She plunged her fingers into Ralph’s bottom and found Alice’s clitoris to suck hard. In moments the three were in the throws of a climatic cum. Alice’s cunt over flowed with her sweet essence into Daisy’s mouth even as her hand was covered with clear nectar from Daisy. The two women sucked and licked sweetness as their bodies shuddered and grew suddenly hot. Ralph gasped and pulled his spurting cock from his sisters running cunt and guided it to his lover’s mouth. Daisy opened her mouth to receive Ralph’s gift of cream and pushed her thumb against his balls as she fucked deep into his bottom to push out every white creamy drop. Guy sat beside the gasping lovers and watched as he pulled his cock with one hand and rolled his shaved balls with the other. The entertainment had been wonderful and he was about to pay it tribute. Ralph noted the sudden increase in stokes on his brother’s cock and guessed the moment was at hand. Fortunately Guy had seated himself close by and his wife’s brother was able to quickly take his erupting cock into his mouth and began to suck out the cream. Guy continued to stroke his cock milking out the last drops into his friend’s sucking mouth as he watched his sister do the same for Ralph. Alice fell over on her side and rested her head on Daisy’s thigh as she looked up into her husband’s loving eyes. Everyone seemed content to remain where they were and rest. Alice and Daisy huddled in each other’s arms and Ralph leaned back against a chair. Guy sat back and relaxed, his legs still wide and toyed with his softening cock. “Well, I see you have enjoyed the afternoon while I slaved away.” He laughed ‘Oh come now,” Ralph laughed in reply, “it can’t have been that busy. Did you need to balance your books twice?” “I’ll have you know that I have been meeting with Father and some other members of the bank board. We have worked out a plan for an investment that may benefit the entire Village. As a matter of fact that is why I came home early only to find that all of you have spent the afternoon having entirely too much enjoyment. And having it without me I might add.” He said in a mock stern voice. “So why did you come home dear?” Alice asked. “Had we known we would have waited, well maybe not waited, but you could have joined us sooner.” “Yes what is this great plan?” Ralph asked as he extended his foot to caress Daisy’s cunt. “If you can stop frigging my sister I’ll tell you.” Guy laughed, seeming to not notice that his sister had reached up and began to knead his smooth balls. He continued to stroke his hardening cock as he explained, “Father has learned from some business friend of a lodge and spa that has fallen on difficult circumstances. We may be able to buy it for a fraction of its value. He has asked that I go and look the property over and give the board an opinion.” “Now?” Alice asked with a startled voice. “How long will you be? Do you have to go?” She raised up from caressing Daisy’s little breast with a look of great concern. “Don’t be upset,” Guy quickly replied, “I thought that all of us could go. All of us together. Father thought that it would be good idea as well. That way we could avail ourselves of the lodge and bathes as well as combine our opinion of the investment.” This news seemed to cause the reaction that he had hoped for when he left the office. Every one had questions about the trip and the lodge even as the two women were planning what to take and wear. They soon arrived at a plan. There was one moment of caution however. “I think it might be best if we travel as two couples of man and wife,” Guy put in at the last, “I don’t think we should expose Daisy to the gossip that may come with too much time spent with Ralph. This will be Daisy’s first time away from the Village so we must use some caution. Alice, you and Ralph grew up on the outside so I’m sure you will agree that outsiders have a much more strict view of decorum. We can pretend we are all on honeymoon.” “But does that mean that we shall not be able to enjoy each other while we are there?” Daisy asked with disappointment. “No, of course we shall,” her brother replied, “we should be careful however.” With things settled to every ones satisfaction the two couples went about the evening with some normalcy, which is to say that they stayed naked and enjoyed the casual touches and caresses and kisses that were always shared between them. Some days later. Mr. Olson, having received their letter, was awaiting their arrival at the train station. After the introductions he loaded the luggage into his carriage and studied the two young couples and was pleased to see that they appeared to be of good families. The young ladies were very pretty and well dressed and the gentlemen seemed to be both handsome and attentive of the wives. He helped both young women up into the carriage into the hands of their husbands all the while welcoming them and giving a continuing description of the lodge and it’s amenities. Alice and Daisy sat beside each other and enjoyed the fine scenery while they held hands. Alice soon noted that they were alone on the road and her childlike sense of play was aroused. She looked to see that Mr. Olson was watching the road and lifted her foot to place it on her brother Ralph’s lap. He immediately opened his legs and his sister’s foot fell to his crotch. Alice began to probe with her toe at Ralph’s cock while at the same time pointing out interesting bits of country side to her husband and Daisy. She continued to tease Ralph’s cock into hardness. Mr. Olson was pleased that his guests seem to appreciate the view and as he turned to ask a question of his passengers saw Alice quickly withdraw her foot. She turned to look back at the particular scene he had asked about, as did the others. He could see that the young man who had been receiving the attention of the foot had a pronounced erection. What a curious thing he thought. He had been certain that the young lady had been introduced as the wife of the other gentleman. This may well turn out to be a very interesting few days he chuckled to himself. He would need to alert his family. When they arrived at the quaint lodge Guy and the others were surprised. This did not seem to be a place that had fallen on hard times, indeed it was a charming little villa. They were greeted by Mrs. Olson and shown to the rooms as her husband and one of her sons brought up the luggage. It was late in the day so Mrs. Olson suggested that they might wish to avail themselves of the bathes to refresh from the journey and then dinner would be served when they had dressed. They were shown the ample towels and robes and directed to the bathing rooms. Daisy quickly discovered that a door opened between the rooms they were assigned and delighted in sharing this with the others. Now they could be together with out notice of any other guests. Guy’s discovery was more of a surprise. There was a large notice on the wall by the door that explained rules and made suggestions for activities to better take advantage of the facilities. The item of note was that guests were encouraged to enjoy the bathes in a state of nudity. Guy needed to explain to his somewhat sheltered sister that outside of their little valley and village nudity was considered daring and shocking. Ralph offered that this might very well be the thing that put off former guests, as most would have expected to wear bathing costumes. Of course Daisy thought it ridiculous to bathe with ones clothes on. In keeping with the suggestion and with the added evidence of the fine robes Guy said that they may as well undress in their rooms and go down to the bathes in the robes. Both Ralph and his sister Alice were excited by the idea of going about in the lodge almost naked. Alice especially felt wicked and daring to think that she had only a robe on over her naked body. She laughed and happily reminded the others of her exposing herself at the train window and how wonderful it felt when she was seen. Presently they were ready and the two couples found their way down to the bathing rooms. In spite of her husbands cautions Alice opened her robe wide several times in the halls, feeling very daring and wicked. It seemed that there were no other guests about and they had the pick of rooms. As they came down the hall they met Mrs. Olson who informed them of the total lack of other guests and invited them to make use of a bath where she had just left a supply of towels, saying that it was the only room made ready. Guy trying to keep in character asked, “Are we to share the bath then?” putting a bit of shock in his voice. “I’m quite certain that ladies and gentlemen such as yourselves are aware of the health benefits of the waters and as I am also certain that you are ladies and gentlemen and you will conduct yourselves accordingly.” She smiled and ushered them through the door. The room was large and luxurious like something from an exotic country. The tiles were colorfully beautiful on the wide walk around the steaming pool and went half way up the wall. There were murals painted on each side of the room showing nude bathers enjoying outdoor streams and pools in wonderful glades. Benches were placed about each with a supply of towels. Guy pointed out a catch on the door which would offer privacy and closed it. Then each one shed robes and stepped down into the heated water. They completely enjoyed the warming water and the exotic setting and the wonderful murals were exciting. Soon both Guy and Ralph had hard cocks just as Alice and Daisy’s nipples stood out. They played about in the water and bathed each other, spending the most attention on those places where arousal felt most intense. Alice or Daisy would hold a cock in each hand as they kissed. Guy cupped his sister’s breasts from behind as Alice rubbed his hard cock up and down the girl’s bottom crease. Daisy kissed and sucked Ralph’s tongue as she frigged his hard cock while he explored Alice’s bottom. From long familiarity the four lovers fell into caresses and kisses and touches that each knew the other wanted. One of the murals offered cleverly hidden holes though which bathers could be watched. They were being watched even now. Mr. Olson stood at one such hole and watched as a young wife sucked on the cock of a husband. He smiled that it was not the husband that was introduced as hers. His own cock was hard and he stroked it bringing clear oil up to drip from the cap. Sitting beside him on a towel covered bench was Mrs. Olson. She, like her husband, was naked and looked through her own peephole in the mural. Her hand was busy pushing two fingers into her wet cunt while her thumb caressed her clitoris. She was watching a handsome young gentleman lower his lady down on his long hard cock as they stood in the water. She licked her lips at the sight of both the cock and the cunt. In the room next door the young newly weds were discovering the advantage of the buoyancy of the heated waters. Alice and Daisy were each floating and bouncing on the hard cocks that filled their wet cunts. Guy maneuvered his wife next to his sister by simply carrying her over to them. He and Ralph stood waist deep in the pool and held the girls up as they fucked themselves. Daisy and Alice were facing each other and were soon sharing tongues as they teased the others nipples and rode the fucking cocks. This arrangement also made it easy for Guy and Ralph to put fingers into the girl’s bottoms. Ralph held his pretend wife up with one hand easily and reached under his sister to slip two fingers into her accepting bottom hole. He could also clasp his friend Guy’s full balls as he held Alice up. Mr. and Mrs. Olson watched intently as they pleasured themselves. They delighted in the activities of the young couples and enjoyed studying their naked bodies. The spate of guests made it difficult to derive a living from the lodge but it did give them much more time to spend watching their guests. Mrs. Olson had found it a wonderful surprise that even in this day of prudery when people were naked with others inhibitions soon relaxed and often other activities began. Although it was unusual to find such an uninhibited group as those they now watched. It had been a daring idea to suggest to guests that more healthful benefits could be achieved by nude bathing although in the old country it was much more common. Here it seemed as if the excitement of the forbidden caused the naked bathers to go even farther. She was very pleased that her husband had agreed to put up the notices in the rooms and then to make it possible for them to watch their naked guests. More often than not they were rewarded with watching an aroused husband fuck his wife. It was unusual to be allowed to view more than one couple at once. She shivered when she remembered the greatest treat they had been given by witnessing a naked family pleasuring themselves with their children. Guy felt the moment of crisis coming and pushed his thumb into his sister Daisy’s bottom and squeezed Ralph’s balls with his fingers, feeling Ralph return the courtesy. Alice gasped into Daisy’s mouth as she was racked with shuddering spasms on her husbands cock. Her brother squeezed Guy’s balls against her cunt as he massaged the cock through the thin wall of cunt and arse. A four way kiss developed sharing tongues as the two young cunts were filled with hot cream. Mr. Olson was also gasping quietly as he pinched his cock closed on the sudden rush of his own charge of cream. Mrs. Olson turned at the choked sound from her husband and brought his hand full of bursting cock to her open mouth. He released his eruption of juice into her mouth as she closed her lips over the squirting head and began to fuck her mouth. Mrs. Olson then began her own muffled sounds of pleasures release as she covered her fingers with her clear sweet nectar. She sucked on the pumping cock until it began to soften letting it finally plop from her mouth. She lay back on the bench and spread her legs over the side as her loving husband knelt to suck the sweetness from her running cunt. The Wedding Ch. 02 We cleaned up a little, smiling goofily at each other as we gently caressed each other with a couple of warm, damp hand towels, laughing when one of us found a ticklish spot. Soon enough we were clean, yet still not quite unwilling to stop as our laughter became husker, the exploring towels were tossed aside and replaced with our hands, wandering lightly over fiery hot skin, tracing scars, wrinkles, bumps, and curves in sensuous detail. Not a word was spoken as we simply stared into each other's eyes, as our hands spoke for us, our feather-light touches turning to shy, gentle caresses, as our lust rose, our hands became more forceful, more demanding, before the gap between us snapped closed and lips and tongues joined in, our laughter forgotten as we spoke to each other with breathy gasps and quiet moans. I found myself sucking and kissing my way up her neck, my hands toying with her breasts lightly as one hand found itself running through my hair, the other kneading and pinching my ass. I nibbled on her earlobe and gently blew in her ear before whispering, "I've dreamed of this moment for the last year, ever since that time at the beach." Kiva moaned appreciatively and pressed herself against me, "I remember, I spent the week preparing; I got my hair done, I bought the sluttiest suit I could find, the sheerest wrap I could get, I was going to make you fuck me. You were so cute and polite back then, remember? And I went to sleep every night dreaming of what you'd be like in bed, commanding me, dominating me, owing me. I imagined you making me do the most depraved things against my will, all the while loving every second of it." I chuckled huskily, planting little kisses along the line of her jaw, "I nearly did. When that suit got wet and you pretended not to notice that I could see everything, it was a close thing. I had to masturbate in the bathroom before I could come out again. I remember I was so afraid I'd scare you away if I came on too strong." "Oh, honey! God, I wanted you to come on too strong. I tried so hard to get you to come on too strong! I've always wanted you to be in control from the beginning. Don't ever ask me, honey, just grab me by the hair and just use me, until you're satisfied. I'm you're personal fuck-slave, your wife, your cock-starved cunt, the mother of your children, your personal filthy whore to use at any time of the day or night, anywhere you want." I couldn't hold back any longer, and my hand tangled my hand in my Kiva's lovely hair and pulled her towards my aching erection. "Guess what I want now?" I said, rubbing myself on her face, leaving wet smears of precome behind as she licked and sucked the underside of my cock lovingly. Kiva grinned mischievously, "Oh, does my hard...hot...horny husband want his cock worshipped by his little slave's hot...wet...mouth?" she purred, wetly kissing the very tip of my cock lightly, licking the oozing liquid lust from source for one wonderful moment before leaning back, and gazing up at me with hooded eyes, her mouth open, her short gasps and her tongue flicking over her brilliantly white teeth, waiting patiently, taunting me, driving me insane with lust. "Suck it you nasty fucking slut," I growled hoarsely as I pushed her head towards my cock roughly, only to be reduced to incoherent animal noises as she slowly, tortuously, sank down until her nose was buried in my groin before sliding up just as slowly, her tongue dancing and rubbing along the underside, one of her hands burying itself between her legs while the other ran possessively up and down my thigh. A thick wooden side door creaked open and Sarah stuck her head through the door and saw us in front of the altar, and with a smile she let herself in, closing the door quietly behind her and walking towards us, hips swinging, her heels clicking loudly on the stone floor in the hushed silence of the church. Sarah sat in the front most pew, crossing her legs and idly playing with her nipples as she watched. "You're such a fucking tease." I groaned as I somehow pulled Kiva's heavenly mouth off my cock, barely holding back the urge to ram it back in when she looked up at me, her eyes glazed over, mouth open, her lipstick smeared, and panting breathlessly, each hot moist breath blowing across my throbbing, aching cock like an erotic fog. "Maybe you don't deserve my cock." I growled, my voice hoarse from need, "I'm sure Sarah would love to suck this nice juicy load out. Or my mom, or my sister; like you, they're nothing but cock hungry sluts, but unlike you they're not disobedient cock hungry sluts... isn't that right Sarah?" Kiva's head whipped around, staring blankly at Sarah as she nodded and pinched her nipples, "Mom must be a good slut and obey. A good cum slut obeys her Master and gets rewarded with a load of delicious cum. When a master's cum slut disobeys, mom gets punished with a nasty spanking." Sarah sighed, slipping lower on the pew, spreading her legs obscenely wide as her hand slipped between her thighs. "No!" Kiva whined as her daughter began to masturbate openly in front of her. What she was disagreeing to was not clear, as the hand between her legs sped up, and the hand on my thigh clenched possessively, almost digging her nails into my flesh. Sarah's eyes slitted as she started panting, her fingers frantically clawing and rubbing her wet pussy underneath her soaked panties, flinging little drops of wetness on the floor, before she moaned said in a breathy, submissive voice, "Oh Daddy, I have such a bad mommy-whore; does my Daddy need to show his bad mommy-whore how to worship Daddy's cock like a good little cum slut?" "No..." Kiva moaned helplessly, looking up at me now, begging me with her eyes. "No?" I echoed, then my voice hardened, "I should throw you over the altar right now and discipline you. Would you like that? Would my naughty little cum dumpster like to be bent over the altar and spanked like the little girl-whore she is in front of her own daughter?" "Yes! Yess, oh fuck, yessss maaaaassssttteeeerr!!!" Kiva shrieked as her eyes closed as her hips started to fuck empty air, all the while moaning and panting harshly as her orgasm overtook her, her fingers a squishing blur between her wet thighs. "Oh, fuck, mommy, you're such a fuck-starved slut." Sarah moaned, her hand speeding up, as she raced towards orgasm. "Sarah, get your hand out of your cunt and come here." I ordered, tugging Kiva to her feet by her hair. "Buttt dadddeeeee." Sarah whined. "Right now, young lady! Get on the other side and hold her hands down, my slave wants to get her ass spanked like the disobedient little girl she is." I said roughly throwing Kiva over the altar, Sarah stood and sauntered over, lapped her fingers eagerly before grabbing her mother's wrists and holding them down by the simple expedient of hopping up on the marble altar and sitting on them, growling, "Show me how good you are with your hands, mom!" Kiva, despite her panting, her rock hard nipples, the blush dusting her breasts and shoulders, the lips of her sex swollen and blast-furnace hot, the sopping slickness of her thighs, she demurely kept her legs together, pushing her erotically trembling ass high in the air, and for a fleeting moment I wished for a camera, and I almost grabbed her hips and thrust myself in right there, but instead I wedged my hand against her pussy and rotated it, spreading my fingers and growling, "Spread your legs, tart." "Yes, master." Kiva whispered quietly as she submitted, her legs spreading as wide as she could while wearing heels. I licked the wetness from my hand, controlling the urge to fall to my knees and press my face into her pussy, "How many do you think she deserves, Sarah?" I asked conversationally, my hand now lightly stroking Kiva's trembling bottom. "She refused to worship your cock, and she knowingly fed her fingers into her filthy cunt so she could cum without her master's permission. I'd say ten." "But this is her first day as my slave, don't you think I should set an example that disobedience will not be tolerated... with fifty?" I said, ignoring Kiva whimper or the way she was slowly rotating her hips to my gentle caresses. Sarah sighed and slowly, imperceptibly ground her hips into Kiva's hands, "Ohh, I know my mommy is such a disobedient slut," Sarah said, running her hands over Kiva's back reassuringly, "but for the past three months she's been sadistically toyed with by your mother and sister, forced to watch the filthiest, nastiest porn your mother could find, listening in as your mom and your sister and role-played out the most depraved things, fucking each other over and over when she was awake, and when she slept, your mom strapped headphones to her head and made her listen to the sounds of fucking all night long, her hands bound and pulled away from her at every second of every day, her pussy inaccessible despite her frantic need to scratch the itch every moment of every day. This isn't her fault; she's just ruled by the always-drooling cock-starved brain between her legs now. Isn't that right mommy?" "Oh god yes. They tortured me, master, they turned me into a filthy fuck slut with only one reason in my life; to worship you, your cock, your lips and tongue, to know my place in the marriage--on my knees begging like a whore." Kiva moaned into the altar, her hip rotation speeding up. "Turned?!" I said incredulously, "This is the same woman who wanted me to take what I wanted, to treat you like a fuck toy from beginning!" "Mmm, you should have listened to her some nights when she forgot to put the ball-gag in, she would pound her vibrator into her cunt, spanking her ass with the other as she begged and screeched your name. It was so damn hot to hear mom sobbing the filthiest things I've ever heard her say; I broke my vibrator listening to her. Mmm, I used to dream that my mommy would be turned into a cock-starved fuck slave, spreading her legs anywhere, anytime, at her master's slightest whim." "So, do you think that if I took her in a bar, and told her to hop up on the bar and fuck herself with a pool cue she'd do it?" I asked, ignoring Kiva's much louder moan. "Ooh, I think she likes that." "Slave, if I told you to go into a bar, and told you to bar and fuck your cunt with a pool cue on the bar, would you do it?" "Yesss master!" Kiva hissed. I slapped her ass lightly, "Don't lie to me! Are you an obedient slave?" "Oh fuck yess massster!" "Then why did you disobey me, slave?" "I wanted to tease my master, to make him so desperate, so horny he would loose control he would just take me... rape his naughty slave again." "Mmm, you disobedient cunt, you want me to rape you?" I asked, and slapped her ass. Kiva jumped and begged, "Yes, master, rape me! Conquer my cunt, take your slave and rape her sinful cunt on this altar! You may be my husband my law, but you were made to be my Lord by God. Please, Master, I've been a bad fuck-toy, I've thought only of myself, and this naughty cunt needs to be taught a lesson! Please ravage my disobedient pussy into submission, my Lord!" Sarah smiled wickedly, "It would be just cruel to leave her like this." I smiled and walked behind Kiva, out of her vision, stroking my almost numb cock, and getting ready, "It would, wouldn't it?" I said casually, "Keep her there for a second, I'm going to get some rope to tie her off here, we'll come back for her later; I'm getting hungry." "Noooo!" Kiva whined, then screamed as I slammed my cock into her as roughly as I could. I was embedded as deep as I could, one hand shot forward to pull her head back by her hair, the other hand slapped her upturned ass hard, leaving a red palm print as I hissed into her ear, "Wish granted, slave!" "Oh, god, oh yes my lord!" Kiva shouted, as my hand came down again and again, spanking her upturned ass like a metronome, while I pulled my cock back until just the head was in, staying there a heartbeat before forcing myself back into her, pulling her hair at the same time as I rammed back in, first slowly, then faster and faster, until my hips were a blur, the spanking forgotten as I turned into some kind of sex demon, licking, kissing, sucking, slapping, biting, scraping my nails down her back hard enough to leave long red trails in her perfect skin, the sweat running into my eyes and stinging, dripping from my nose and hair, dappling her back with little beads of sweat as I grunted and growled deep in my chest like a rutting animal, unable to speak, enjoying that I was marking her as my wife, my love... my property for everyone to see. Kiva was incoherent, beside herself as orgasm after orgasm short circuited her brain, leaving her limply twitching on the marble, her near-constant stream of disjointed babbling broken only by moans and sharp pants growing louder and louder as I growled louder and louder, the approaching orgasm thundering on the horizon like an avalanche of lust. Sarah was the only one speaking as she ground her pussy against her mother's hands, shouting, "Oh god, fuck her, fuck her hard, rape mommy's cunt, rape it super hard my lord! Fuck, you own us both, if you need more pussy, I can bring my friends and you can rape them just like this, oh Christ, my lord needs a harem of begging, sweaty whores to worship you! Oh daddyyy, mommy's fingers are fucking meee, promise me you'll rape me too, daddy, just like mommy, pleeeee--" Sarah pleaded, before she threw her head back and howled out her orgasm. I followed right behind her, grabbed Kiva's hips and slamming savagely into her once, twice, three times before burying myself deeply and bellowing out my conquest as Kiva keened and convulsed under me, thrashing about as I came and came and came, her keen ending in a shriek before losing consciousness, falling limply back to the marble with a wet slap. I pulled out and fell to the ground from suddenly nerveless legs, my ears ringing as I leaned against my wife's leg, muzzily wondering if I was having an orgasm or an aneurysm. Sarah, panting hard and running through her hair, gasped, "Oh, Mom... you are... so beautiful... Dad... you're such... a man! Ohh... I almost... forgot! I was sent... to get you... if you were done... they're waiting... for you... at the reception." I chuckled breathlessly, "Give us a few minutes, hon, we're not the kids we used to be." "I don't know, if you're... like this now, I'd die trying... to keep up with you if you... were my age." I could only manage a weak laugh as Kiva stirred. "Tell them we'll be there in a minute, after we clean up a little." I said, planting little kisses along Kiva's thigh before Sarah stood and groaned as she tottered her way back to the door. Unbound, Kiva slithered limply over the edge and into my arms, handing heavily in my lap. And we spent a few minutes staring holding each other and staring into each other's eyes. "Oh, Alan..." Kiva breathed, her hands cupping my face, bringing me close for a kiss. "I love you so much." "I love you too, honey. You're everything I could ever want in life. I'm glad I found you." I smiled and gently wiped the sweat from her brow, "I'm glad I'm going to grow old with you." Kiva chuckled, "I don't think we're going to last much longer if our sex life stays like that." "You have to admit, it's a wonderful way to go!" "Oh god yes. You are such a man!" "Then... you're not sorry I was rough?" "Oh, I'm going to be sore, and I don't want it every time, but I always wanted to be fucked like that by my husband. You were perfect." She said and kissed me, "My dear Alan, my love, my husband, my master. Whatever did I do to deserve you?" "Something awful I hope!" I grinned and swooped down for another kiss long, lingering kiss. And not satisfied, I kissed her again, and again, each of us murmuring how much we loved her, how much we would keep each other close, keep each other safe, and love each other until the then of time. Our kisses became heated, our hands wandering again to lightly caress, and as much as I wanted to continue this again, I sighed regretfully and I whispered into her ear, "I'm sorry honey, Sarah came in to tell us they're waiting for us at the reception." Kiva groaned and cupped my head, "Oh, dammit, I want more kisses!" then aggressively kissed me. "Mmm, so do I, but we have to show up, dear. We spent so much money on it anyway. Don't worry, we have the rest of our lives together... after a long honeymoon at sea, just the two of us alone, together." Kiva sighed and pressed her forehead to mine, "Mmm, I can think of a few things to spend our time doing." I gasped theatrically, "You're insatiable!" "You love it." Kiva said saucily, standing up. "Let's get cleaned up, as much as I want to be covered in and leaking cum, I don't think the parson would appreciate stains on his seats." She said reaching for the cooling washcloths. "What about the altar?" I asked, standing slowly. Kiva smiled, "Leave it, it'll give a rise out of whoever has to clean it next." "You're so nasty! God, I love you so much." I said and kissed her again, and then I just had to kiss her again, and again, and again... "If you don't stop doing that," she said between kisses, "we're not going to get out of here sometime this week!" she sad and stopped, she bit her lip for a second before smiling and ducking closer, "Hmm... maybe a couple more for the road." "Of course." I said, kissing a few more times before we separated again. I spotted the shredded remains of our underwear picking them up and holding them out. "And what about these?" Kiva finished wiping herself clean and brought the other one to me, kneeled at my feet and began cleaning me tenderly, "Keep them as a momento?" I raised my eyebrow and looked at the thin remains, "Sandwiched between the wedding pictures, a pair of stained, shredded underwear?" "Why not?" I rubbed her hair, "Going to be hard to explain to the kids when they get old, love." "When they get old enough to understand, we'll tell them how their father took his wife like the stallion he is, like she'd been dreaming for months. They'll understand." I groaned when she found a particularly sensitive spot. "Ohh, woman! You're making it hard for me to keep my hands off of you!" Kiva giggled and stood, "Good, I might not be pregnant yet, I think we might have to try a few... hundred... thousand more times before I'm certain." "My god, my wife's an insatiable nympho! Lord help me, why must I labor under this colossal burden?" Kiva giggled and kissed me again, "Because I'm a succubus, made in the depths of hell for the sole purpose to pleasure my sex demon lord." "Wench!" I mock yelled and slapped her ass, "fix your makeup and your hair, you look like you've been fucked like a whore in heat." "Oh, but I have!" Kiva smiled and kissed me, "Promise you'll do it again soon, please?" I smiled and kissed her back, "Oh, I will. You can count on that." "Oh goodie!" Kiva squealed and danced away. "I'm the luckiest girl in the world!" The Wedding Ch. 02 Wedding Guest Fucks Wife She lay in bed watching her husband. They just had sex twenty minutes earlier. It wasn't "making love." It was pure and simple "just give me that cock now" sex. It was raw, basic "bang me" sort of sex. She had been so horny; so completely aroused that she had to be taken and "taken now." It seemed to her, however, that it was over almost before it had begun and within a few minutes her husband was asleep. His breathing was heavy; he was sound asleep. She lay watching him. He is a good looking man; a good man. She wondered if he knew what had created the insatiable desire in her. She wondered if he would care. They had a wonderful marriage; a union between two friends who had become lovers who then had become spouses. They had the same likes, dislikes, wants and dreams. She couldn't imagine a better union with a better person. Lately, however, he seemed to have changed. When they made love he wanted to role play most of the time. It turned him on when she pretended she was having sex with another. Sometimes he was the plumber. Other times he was the roofer, salesman or guy next door. He talked about how his fantasy was to see her get fucked by another. He thought he was a pervert and the whole thing had made her uncomfortable but she played along because it made him happy. Sometimes she found herself also getting turned on by the fantasy during their role playing sex. She sometimes could imagine herself with a stranger on top of her, hungry for her, banging her. She was ashamed of those emotions and yet she could admit to herself that sometimes the sex was better when she was able to imagine a strange cock in her, pumping in and out of her. She closed her eyes; remembering a time when she had imagined the plumber on top of her; in her. She quietly moaned as she recalled the memory, letting her hand slide down her leg, brushing against her mound. In her dreamy state she looked up to see her imaginary lover doing her. As he lifted his body off her to look back at her the features of his face came into view. It was Pauls face! Paul! In her daydream the man who had almost taken her earlier that evening was looking down at her pumping his cock in and out of her. She involuntarily moaned at the picture of Paul on top of her; inside her. She felt herself become moist below as she thought of the possibility of Paul fucking her. The feeling was so intense she could almost believe it to be real but she knew it wasn't real, wasn't likely to happen and it happened that her husband was asleep next to her. Her daydream, however, now included the return of a yearning. A yearning, not so much for Paul, but for what he had done to her and moreover what more she wanted him to do to her. She couldn't believe that from their first meeting to Paul getting her naked had been over the span of but a couple of hours. She couldn't believe how such a man found her attractive in the first place but more so couldn't believe how he had made her feel as they danced at her friends' wedding; how she had let him feel her breast and ass right on the dance floor; how she let him take her from the dance floor to a vacant office at the reception and almost have sex with her! Thinking through the events of that evening she grew increasingly aware that she had wanted Paul to fuck her. It wasn't just an accidental thing but one that she allowed to happen because somewhere in her she had wanted it to happen. When Paul first so boldly told her he wanted to fuck her she could have left or at least said something to her husband. She had neither left, nor mentioned anything to her husband. She realized that she didn't stop Paul from his advances because she didn't want him to stop. As she was objecting to him touching her, flirting with her, telling her he was going to have her at some level she had understood that she wanted that too. As she thought about how he took her to the darkened office she remembered that instead of being afraid she had been anxious and very excited. She had brief thoughts of her husband as Paul was closing the door for their privacy but it was more from the perspective of hoping he didn't miss her for a while. She remembered how her heart was beating as Paul had unzipped her dress, pulling it down to expose her breasts to him. She remembered how her body tingled as his tongue met her nipple. She remembered how at that moment she had whispered to herself that she wanted his cock inside her. In the hotel bed with her husband snoring away she was amazed that Paul hadn't actually fucked her. She somewhat angrily wondered why when she let him touch his cock to her pussy he hadn't just taken her then. She wanted him inside her; he knew she wanted him inside her, why didn't he just take her when he had the chance. Thinking of her husband she wondered if he would ever know how close his fantasy, of his wife getting fucked by another, actually came to happening earlier that evening. She wondered if she would have told him and how he would have reacted. He says it's only a fantasy and that he wouldn't actually want her to act it out but what if he actually does and just hasn't admitted that to himself? What would that mean to them? Where might such a thing take them? She thought of her body that she wished looked better. She remembered Pauls flirting about how hot she was, how he loved her ass and how her breasts were perfectly shaped and she wondered how much longer it would be before she would no longer hear those comments. She laughed at her thought at how ridiculous it was that she would even hear sexual comments now and grinning at how no other men would even get remotely close to seeing her breasts uncovered! She also thought, however, that perhaps she ought to be doing more to keep things where they were, to get in better shape, just in case perhaps! She thought, perhaps as her husband slept she could check out the workout room up on the top floor of the hotel. At least she could see what equipment existed so that in the morning maybe they could both start a new work out regimen. Crawling out of bed she walked out to the front room of their suite to find her suitcase, quietly closing the bedroom door behind her. Her suitcase had become a mess during her preparations for the wedding earlier that day but she found her light grey cotton draw string shorts and a pink, loose fitting t-shirt throwing them both on her otherwise naked body. Figuring it would be ok to go barefoot at this time of night she grabbed her key card and quietly let her self out of the room. The elevator came immediately and she pushed the button for the tenth floor. The exercise room was at the end of the hall on the tenth floor. She let herself in with her room key and surveyed the room. The lights were on but she had the room to herself. She walked around to each piece of equipment so that she could latter tell her husband what amenities existed. They seemed to have all the usual stuff. They had a couple of machines where you could work on a bench for your chest, some bars for curling a couple of bars for your shoulders and of course leg machines. They had a few stationary bikes and three treadmills. On the far wall was a bank of windows overlooking the outdoor pool which was two floors below her. Beyond the pool and across the street was another hotel but much larger and taller; probably around 20 floors. It was a nice view. She thought that as long as she was there she should try some of the machines. She put the pin in the stack of weights for 40 pounds and tried the lateral pull. That seemed like a lot of work to her so on to the curling bar she went. She knew that this was not her strong point and so put the pin in the smallest weight amount and confirmed that this would not be her favorite part of the machine. At the bench press she thought she could try 40 pounds again which wasn't so bad. As she was in the middle of her first set of 10 repetitions another hotel patron entered the room. She was embarrassed that somebody else was there to see how weak she was but she ignored the new guest as she rested in between sets. She began her next set which she had determined would be her last when a hand touched her leg! She dropped the weights and looked up as she spit out a "what the..." There was Paul looking down at her. Dressed in a tank top and nylon running shorts he was there to work out. She scolded him for startling her and making her drop the weights. He just grinned and asked if she was working out any sexual frustration. She blushed and told him he was bad. He asked her if she wanted him to be bad. She kicked from her position on the bench still holding the bench handles. He laughed and told her that her kick confirmed that she still wanted him. She kicked at him again. He caught her by her ankle and pulled her leg toward him as her back slid forward on the bench. He leaned down a bit putting her leg upon his shoulder as he slid down until her knee was next to his face as he sat on the end of the bench. He slid his left leg between the bench and her right leg as he kissed the side of her knee, trailing kisses down her leg from there. Looking up and looking into her eyes he asked her why she had left him; why she had run away from him at the reception. She turned her head away from him. "I'm a married woman" she proclaimed as she continued looking away from him. "Yes you are" he stated "but that doesn't mean you don't deserve to know the pure joy of multiple orgasms." "I know...those..." "No, I don't believe you do, but you will." She slowly turned her head back towards him... "how?" "I think you know; you know that I can and will do that for you; you know that all you have to do is give yourself to me and I'll give you such joy that you have never had before. I'll help you become the woman you were meant to be; the sexual being you want to be; the hot horny cougar you deserve to be." She just looked at him, not saying a word, not making a move. Here she was in a hotel exercise room in the middle of the night with a man she had met just six hours earlier who now had one of her bare legs on his shoulder and the other caught by his knee opening her body to him as he lovingly told her of his desire to give her multiple orgasms. She could feel the warmth growing between her legs as she gazed into those blue eyes. She remembered her earlier anger at the fact that he hadn't pushed his cock into her when he had the chance that same evening in the reception hall office. She remembered how desirable he had made her feel; how sexually wanton she had been, how her only thought had been her longing for his cock inside of her and how sexually free she had felt at that moment. She remembered all of the years of sexual frustration with her husband when he didn't seem to find her appealing and how now, years later, he had dreams of her getting fucked by another. She closed her eyes as she felt Pauls hand slide down her leg. She let her head slide to the side as she concentrated on his hand and where it was. His light rubbing changed to tickling as he turned to again kiss her knee. Pauls tickling and brushing moved further down her leg as she sighed. She moved her hands off the bench press bar and towards him. With her left hand resting on her shorts she moved her right hand towards his and lightly touched his crotch with the backs of her fingers. She could feel that he was hard which made her smile. He moved his left hand off her leg. She felt him tickle her through the fabric of the crotch of her shorts. She turned her hand and grasped his hardness through his shorts as she smelled her sex wafting up from inside her own. She felt him pull her shorts aside and wondered if he was looking at her pussy and if he liked what he saw. Did he like her red haired pussy or would he prefer that she was more trimmed or maybe shaven down there? Did he want her pussy like he did in the darker room they had been in earlier? "mmmm...you are so hot... I am so going to fuck that beautiful pussy of yours." "Asked and answered" she thought... "so he still wants me...and I want him!" His fingers grazing across her pussy lips were achieving the intended result as her hips began moving involuntarily toward him. Too soon, though he stopped. She moved her head back to look toward him as he began backing off the bench until he was standing looking at her. He saw the pained look, the questioning look on her face and smiled. "Come here." She sat up and reached her arms toward him and he pulled her up and into his embrace. He kissed her, and she him as they stood hugging and rubbing each other. He moved his hands under her t-shirt and with a quick motion her t-shirt was off and thrown into a corner. She objected and covered herself. "People will see me!" "So what if they do? They don't know you and all they will see is a beautiful redhead having the most fantastic orgasm she has ever had! In fact, I want to show you to them!" He gently pulled her arms away from her body, moved behind her as he pulled her arms also behind her and walked her to the window. "See? Nobody knows you but if they look outside and if they have binoculars, which I'm sure somebody over there does, what they will see is this gorgeous cougar in a state of ecstasy as a big hard cock enters her." She closed her eyes as she imagined what men in the other building might see. She wondered if men did in fact have binoculars and if they did if they were focusing them on her right now; focusing on her naked breasts; wishing they were Paul; wishing that they could be in this room; wishing they could fuck her. "Pull your shorts down so the men in that building can see your pussy." She shook her head. "Pull them down. They are looking at your wonderful breasts and hoping they get to see your pussy; you don't want to disappoint them do you? They are pumping their cocks right now looking at you; wishing they could have you like I am about to; wanting to see your beautiful red bush." He placed her hands on either side of her shorts and whispered to her. "Now push them down." She pinched the waist band on either side of her shorts and slowly pushed them down away from her waist. As she was pushing down she could feel the waist push below the top of her pussy hair exposing it to the world. She pushed the shorts down further and off her ass exposing her entire mound to 200 rooms across the street. Her shorts dropped to her feet. "Good Girl." He turned her away from the window to face him. "Now take off my tank top." She pulled it off him. "Now drop my shorts." She grabbed his waist band and pushed his shorts down as his cock sprang up and pointed straight at her. "Now kiss my cock as you bend from the waist. Those men in that hotel want to see your pussy lips as bad as I do. Spread your legs a little for them." She did as she was told as she grabbed his cock and putting her mouth over its head as she moved her tongue around it sucking on him. "Good Girl. I know you like showing your pussy to those men across the street. It is something you have always wanted to do but didn't feel able to do. Now you know that you can. You will do this again as you know it turns you on and you know it turns them on. You know that before we leave this room there will be men over there giving themselves hand jobs until they cum wishing they were cumming inside you." He pulled her up to him and kissed her passionately as he turned them sideways to the window reaching a hand to her breast and playing with her nipple. "You know all those men are wishing it was them playing with your beautiful breasts. I've never seen a nicer set of tits on a woman than I am seeing right now and I'm betting they haven't seen a nicer pair either. He leaned down and kissed the round bottom of her perky 36b's and up to the side and lightly licked her nipple. He moved up to her shoulder, then over to her neck then kissed her ear and then again found her lips as he lightly offered his tongue to hers. He spread her legs with his leg and pushed his cock between them as he moved his hips a few times in order to rub his cock head between her lips. "Put your leg on the window sill. Those men want to see me enter you. You know that as they see me spread your pussy lips with my big cock head as they see your pussy lips wrap around my cock as I stretch you open they will be cumming all over their windows. They will all be wanting you and wishing they were me as I push myself into you. They won't be able to take their eyes off my cock pumping in and out of you until they notice the glow on your face as you scream out with your first orgasm." She raised her leg up to the sill, opening her pussy to them and for him. She could feel their eyes on her; she could feel their lust for her; she could feel that they wanted her as she wanted Paul. She wanted his cock in her and she wanted the men across the street to see his cock enter her. She wanted them to want her and she wanted them to wish they were Paul. "Fuck me Paul, please fuck me now. Show them how you will make me cum. Please stick your cock in me. Please I need it now, I need your cock now!" "Grab my cock baby, place it between you lips. Show them how much you want my cock by putting me in your hot wet cunt. Show them that this is not about me fucking you but about you fucking me." She grabbed his cock. She rubbed his shaft up and down a couple of times and placed it between her pussy lips, now so wet she was dripping, as she moved her hips toward him. She felt his cock head push into her, stretching her like she hadn't been in oh so long. He began pushing into her as her pelvis met his as his shaft moved up inside her. She gasped as the reality hit her that she was being fucked by Pauls big hard cock as other men were looking on. She felt a warmth move into and out from her pussy, her orgasm building until she felt like exploding as he pumped her harder and faster. "Oh god yes, Paul Fuck me!" she screamed as she felt herself go limp and black out. She was groggy as she felt herself being shaken as she was coming too. She was on the floor "Are you ok?" She vaguely recognized the voice. "Are you ok?" As her eyes adjusted she saw Paul, smiling, looking down at her. "What happened?" "You passed out" It was coming back to her now. She had never experienced anything like what she had just been through. She had never had an orgasm so intense. She felt amazing. She smiled up at him. She reached up and he pulled her up with him. They hugged. He lifted her head and kissed her. As he did she felt his cock touching between her legs, gaining length, gaining girth, getting hard. She wanted more. She pushed him toward the weight bench. In a few steps they were there and she pushed him down to a sitting position which made his cock stand straight up at her with his balls resting on the bench waiting for her. She lifted up his head, kissing him with renewed passion as she lowered herself down on his waiting shaft. The Wedding Ch. 02 Please remember this is only a story and if you do not like non-consent or abuse then please don't read on. Constructive criticism and praise is always welcome as are points if you enjoyed the story. Any author likes to get good feedback. Thanks in advance. Please read the first part to follow the second better. * Kev sat in he driving seat and you nodded towards the back seat and got in next to me. I could feel the sperm of your ejaculations slowly drying on my breasts and shuddered involuntarily. Kev started the engine and we moved off. I sat uncomfortably looking out of the window sitting immediately behind the driver's seat, wondering what you had planned for my big day! I suddenly heard a loud fart as Kev raised himself and let one rip. You both laughed and I looked at him in disgust and then at you as you lifted yourself to the left and also dropped a loud rumbling fart , in my direction. "Oh please!" I cried out in disgust. "Do you always act like animals when there are ladies present?" You laughed loudly and asked, "Heh, Kev, you hear that. See any ladies?" Kev turned slightly and grinning at you and sniggered, "Can't see any lady, just a dirty little cunt!" You looked at me with an evil grin and ran your hand up between my legs. "Let's feel if the cunt is wet!" you snarled and grinned as you heard me gasp as your fingers started probing under my panties. Kev laughed and started glancing in the driving mirror enjoying my reaction as your fingers found the spot and my body started trembling in reaction. "Fuck, bet that snatch is wet and needs some attention," he said. "It's still nice and fucking tight!" you countered and gave a snort, "but then bet it doesn't get much of a workout with that wimp of a bridegroom of yours. You know what Kev?" Kev looked in the mirror at us and you continued, "the wimp has only been fucking her with a condom!" Kev gave a laugh of contempt. "He stopped fucking her bareback so that they can consumate their wedding tonight! And maybe even start a family right from the first day of married life. Isn't that right, bitch?" You laughed, pulling your hand from under my dress and holding my chin tipped my head back so I was looking directly into your eyes. I felt a wave of shame rush through my body and my face grow red and hot in the embarrassment of this revelation. "That's fucking cute, but how the fuck do you know that?" Kev began. "'Cos I had some mates over for a footie match on tv and needed my cunt to entertain us a bit. She had to tell me then or she could have been knocked up. Not that her wimp husband would be much use for that. Well, we were the perfect gentlemen, not blowing I her but giving her a nice facial to help keep her good complexion." I shuddered as I remember the embarrassment of having to tell you that evening and how you had told them all and how they had laughed. You had made me bring in the beer and then kneel before each one and suck each cock and massage their balls. There had been five altogether and one had ejaculated prematurely in my mouth. I couldn't stop him and you could all see as he grabbed my head and just face fucked me, sending a surprisingly big load spurting into my mouth, making me swallow it, but some still dribbled down my chin You had slapped me and told me off for allowing it, telling me a whore should control herself and not drain the first customer she had. I was so busy sucking and bring beers after that, that I can't remember how long it was before the match was over and you all stood around me in a circle jacking off, calling me a filthy whore who was only good for one thing -- use as a cum bucket! I felt you spurt out first, splashing so thickly over my right eye and cheek and then I couldn't see who was next, but suffice it to say, you all emptied your balls over me groaning and grunting like animals, each spurting over my face and hair. Andrew had been away on business that weekend and I had to stay the night with you. I remembered how after your friends had left, you let me shower and then spent what seemed like half the night fucking me in your bed, fortunately wearing a condom. I felt a wave of disgust as I remembered our breakfast the next morning and how you had taken the three used condoms from our night of lust and upended them over my bowl of cereal, telling me that I should be grateful you looked after me so well. I almost threw up when you made me lick them out, telling me you liked saving money and they should be recycled! You took a short film of that on your mobile phone saying Kev would enjoy seeing that. I was suddenly brought back to reality when I felt you lift the necklace and look at it. . "Please be careful!" I cried out startled. "I don't want anything to happen to it, it isn't mine." Kev looked up and smiling said, "Heh, something old, something new, something borrowed something blue! Guess the bitch likes her tradition!" I saw your eyes light up as you started looking me over. Your face broke out into an evil grin again as you fingered the necklace lightly musing as you did so. "Yeah you could be right there mate!" You looked down at me and suddenly lifted up my skirt revealing the blue panties I had put on that morning. "As the dress is new the panties are blue. That leaves something old. Well not your body or shoes, so only leaves.." You took my small purse like bag and looked inside but shook your head. "Nah, nothing here, so....!" You looked me over for a time and then as I tried looking away you slapped my face and snarled, "Well, cunt?" "My bra, " I blurted out tearfully, afraid that you would leave a red mark on my face that I could not explain away easily at the church. Carefully you slide my dress down revealing my bra and fingered the material. "Heh, Kev, you know the only problem with old things is, they tend to break!" I looked at you and suddenly taking hold of each cup in your fingers gave a tremendous tug, snapping the thin connecting strap between them. I let out a shriek as I felt the bra give and break and Kev sniggered from the front as he glimpsed what was happening. I felt tears welling up as I felt you bend me forward and from the back unclip my bra and slip it off me, by yanking at the straps to make it totally unwearable. "That's better!" you said softly as my breasts hung over the top of my dress. "Shouldn't keep tits like those hidden away, love." Kev ventured from the front. I wiped away my tears saying nothing as you let the window down and threw the tattered garment out, closing it again. "Heh, Kev, I'd like you to have a special present for driving us to the church and then on to the reception afterwards." I suddenly felt your hands under my skirt again and tugging down my panties. "Oh no please you mustn't!" I sobbed as you tugged them down and over my feet. You tossed them into Kev's lap. He picked them up. "Nice and warm," he smiled appreciatively as he sniffed them, his eyebrows raised in mock surprise. "Pete, they smell as if they have been taken off a bitch in heat!" "and needing a good fuck!" You retorted. "Yeah, by a real man. Guess that wimp husband has a small dick which isn't up to much. Fancy not fucking that for a few weeks! Must be fucking gay or impotent!" He continued and laughed nastily. I tried to block out the conversation as you talked about me being a hot piece of ass that should be given a good hard fucking every day and how my poor Andy was not a real man, because of this and that. Either you didn't notice or didn't care, but I smoothed down my dress, and carefully adjusted it so that it was not too obvious I was not wearing any underwear. Feeling humiliated and very aware of my nakedness under the dress I looked out miserably at the countryside as it flashed by. It was not long after that the we turned onto a small road and drove up to the old church. Some cars were already parked there and fortunately nobody was getting out, although three guests were heading up the path and going in through the door. "This way," you snapped, getting out of the car and we headed up another little path towards the other end of the building. We arrived at a door and you inserted a big old key into a lock and lifting the latch we went in. The room was quite small, with a table in the middle of the room and two chairs either side. Several dark wooden book cases lined the walls with books on a few shelves, the others empty. On a small table against the wall was a small bunch of flowers in a vase, a small cosmetic type mirror on a stand, mascara and perfume for the bride to add the finishing touches to her toilet before the ceremony. "The best man thinks of everything!" Kev grinned as he picked up the bottle of perfume and sniffed it. I saw you close the door behind you and go and lock the door opposite. "Don't want any interruptions when the bride is preparing for her big moment." You said slowly turning and walking back. I suddenly felt a wave of fear flow through my body, my stomach turn and I looked at my watch. "Plenty of time before the bride has to make an appearance," you said in a sinister way and came over to me standing before me. "Guess it is time for the best man to live up to his name and show he is the best man, don't you think, Kev?" Kev grinned and nodded. I felt your hands on my shoulders as you turned me around and slowly pushed my back to the table. I let out a little cry of surprise as you bent me back over it, my head just inches away from Kev's crotch as he stood on the other side. I looked up at you realizing what you were about to do and blurted out in surprise, "O my god, not here!" I turned and looked at you and then at Kev, realizing I couldn't shout out, couldn't get any help at all as you slowly pushed up my dress again, revealing my naked thighs and womanhood. Kev leaned down and slid his finger up me and nodded in approval. "Good and tight." "Yeah, the cunt does exercises to keep it as tight as possible." I let out a moan as Kev fingered inside me, teasing and coaxing making my body shudder. He wriggled his finger inside me and started stimulating my clitoris with his thumb, making me gasp and writhe. I looked up at you, panting weakly as you put a hand in your trouser pocket and then the other and grinned, "Oh dear, I don't seem to have a condom. You got one Kev?" I watched as Kev grinned back and didn't even make a show of looking, just shaking his head and feigning regret. "Can't help you out there mate. Don't believe in 'em!" Then I realized my real predicament and froze in fear. "Peter, oh my god, no! You just can't do that to me not here, not without a condom." I gasped as Kev pulled his finger from me and rolled my bud between finger and thumb making me moan and writhe as he scraped a finger nail over my hard bud. I heard the rasp of your fly and the fingers vanished only to be replaced with the warm wet hardness of the head of your cock. I turned back looking at you in sheer terror now. "I am not on the pill!" I sobbed and you just grinned back at me as I heard a second zip being opened and saw a big semi erect cock waving in front of me as Kev slowly started jacking on it in a lazy way,the slit opening a little and oozing out some pre cum. "That's the way things work out, baby," you said in a low voice. "The best person to fuck the bride to be while she is still single and just before her wedding is the best man. Just think of it as bringing you luck!" "Yeah, she is a very lucky girl," Kev added and as if you had rehearsed you stabbed in unison, your big cock sliding up my aroused pussy my cry stifled by Kev plugging my mouth with his magnificent cock. "Don't want to disturb the congregation now, do we?" He almost whispered as he held my head and thrust his hips forward. The Wedding Ch. 02 Dave and Sarah were expected down the day before the wedding for the rehearsal dinner. It was a long, quiet drive for Dave, Sarah had agreed to go to the wedding but she had not spoken to Colleen since the botched bachelorette party. They chatted briefly at the start of the trip but as they got nearer their destination Dave could see Sarah's nerves take over, she stopped talking and started to get more agitated. Luckily when they got to the hotel there was nobody there they recognised. They got checked in quickly, Sarah was not subtle about wanting to get up to the room before they ran into Colleen. Once Dave got the last of their luggage in the door Sarah jumped into him. Gripping him in the tightest of hugs, she sighed deeply into his chest. "I'm sorry sweetie I know I'm being a nightmare, I'm just so nervous about how this going to go." Dave tilted her head back and kissed her before replying. "It's ok. I know how anxious you've been about this. You want to talk about it?" This time she pulled his head down for the kiss. It was longer and deeper, her hands massaged his back. Dave could feel his cock stiffening and from the look on Sarah's face when she finished the kiss, she had noticed too. "Not particularly..." she said, her hands moving south to confirm her suspicions about Dave's erection, "I could do with a good distraction though." Her palm stroked him through his jeans but Dave gave her a skeptical look. "Do we really have time?" Sarah had to meet Colleen and the other bridesmaids for a final dress fitting together before the dinner and Dave was all too familiar with how long it took Sarah to get ready. "The fitting isn't for an hour and I'm basically ready. Just try not to mess up my hair and makeup too much." Dave grinned, he knew just what she needed. Sarah moved to kiss him again but he pulled back. "Ah ah. Wouldn't want to mess up that pretty make up." She pouted but Dave just smiled and pushed her gently back onto the bed. He playfully leaned in to kiss her but again pulled away when she reached up her lips. Chuckling he pushed her onto her back, she didn't pout this time, she knew what was coming. Staying well away from the delicate hair and makeup, he pushed her light summer dress up, and started at Sarah's stomach by laying small kisses around her belly button. He moved slowly south until he reached her hips and traced along her hip bones with his tongue before nippling at her panties, playfully snapping them against her. Then beginning with the knees he kissed the length of her inner thighs, Sarah moaned as his tongue neared the peak of each leg. Finally Dave stopped teasing and moved his lips to Sarah's pussy. The familiar aroma filled his nostrils, Dave tried not to let it get him worked up too much, he wanted to start off slow. He kissed the top of her mound, freshly shaven in honour of the wedding, then his tongue reached inside and licked up along her clit. He listened to her moans, using their intensity as a guide for when to change technique. When she sounded ready he stepped things up. Clamping his own lips around hers he thrust his tongue between them and reached as far as he could inside. Only when his frenulum started to ache from the extent at which he had stretched did he arc it upwards, pushing hard against the roof of her pussy. His hands, which had been busy massaging and groping Sarah's thighs and ass cheeks, moved up to her hips. His left hand gripped her tightly by the hips as his right rested on her pubic area just above her pussy lips where he applied some gentle pressure right over the spot his tongue was currently massaging from inside. Sarah bit her lip to keep from screaming. She reached down and ran her finger through Dave's hair and pushed his head tighter against her. This only spurred Dave on, helping drive the two of them even closer by pulling her hip towards him. His tongue darted around inside her as fast as he could manage, popping out briefly when he needed a breath or to give her neglected clit a quick lick. Saliva and sex juice were now flowing freely from Sarah's pussy, they dripped towards her asshole causing her to shiver amid the screams of pleasure. Her legs dangled helplessly over Dave's shoulders her heels rubbing up and down her back as she bucked and squirmed uncontrollably. Eventually Dave could sense her climax approaching. Her breaths had become short between her moans and screams. She caught one of her ankles with her opposite foot and started to squeeze her legs together. Dave's head was caught in the middle but it wasn't painful more like a tight,warm encouraging in hug that only spurred him on. He reached up under her dress and started massaging her boobs through her bra. She let out one final deep, animalistic groan then her hands shot down and tried to push Dave away. "Stop stop stop. Oh please baby, stop." Dave gave one more cheeky lick just to tease her. Sarah yelped making him smile to himself as he climbed up beside her on the bed. Sarah was completely incapacitated so Dave pulled her dress back down before laying down at her side. She clumsily felt around at his crotch but Dave grabbed her hand softly stopping her. She groaned in mock anger but Dave knew she would appreciate the rest, besides he really did just want to calm her nerves and he seemed to have succeeded at that. Instead Dave used his grip on her arm to roll Sarah onto her side, then curled around into a spooning position. He let go of her arm to play absent-mindedly with her cleavage as the two drifted into a light snooze. A few minutes later Sarah begrudgingly got up and started to get ready. Dave lay back and started to doze off, it had been a long, stressful drive up and he needed a rest. Sarah woke him with a peck on the lips before she left. "You going to be ok?" he said groggily, "Want me to go with you?" Sarah smiled back in appreciation. "No it's ok, I'll manage by myself." She didn't look entirely convinced by this but Dave knew when she had made her mind up so he didn't press the matter. "Ok I'll just be resting here if you need me." "Thanks sweetie, I'll see you in a few hours probably." She gave him another kiss before she left and Dave drifted back into a light snooze. It was about 20 minutes later and Dave had just settled into a nice deep sleep when he was woken by the door slamming. He nearly jumped out of the bed with fright and was so relieved to see that it was Sarah coming into the room that he almost didn't realise how upset she was. "Oh Jesus Sarah, you scared the absolute shit out...Oh sweetie are you ok?" She collapsed into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. Thankfully Dave was accustomed to dealing with Sarah in this state, he just held her and didn't say anything until she'd calmed down and was able to catch her breath. Once the sobbing had eased off he tried to work out what had happened. "Things didn't go well with Colleen then?" Sarah was still choked up but she managed to get some words out eventually. "No...no...she doesn't want me here. I got to the room and they all just looked at me for ages. Then Colleen told me that she didn't think I would be coming so she found somebody to replace me. You were right. I should have talked to her beforehand." Dave knew he was right but he certainly wasn't going to rub it in Sarah's face now and he never thought Colleen would do something like this out of the blue. "No no no sweetie. You did what you thought was best." She'd started crying again, Dave wasn't too sure what the best course of action was. "How about we stay the night here anyway, we don't have to go to the dinner or anything but we could..." "No no." Sarah interrupted, "Can we please just go? Please? I just want to go home." Dave was going to disagree with her in this hysterical state. "Of course sweetie, you sit down here and I'll pack up the stuff." He left her gently sobbing on the bed and tried to get everything packed as quickly as possible. Dave was in the bathroom putting the last of Sarah's makeup away when there was a knock at the door followed by a familiar voice. "Sarah can we talk? Please." Dave looked out at Sarah who was sitting staring at the door, a panicked look across her face. There was another knock. Lounder, more impatient this time. "Come on Sarah. Open up. Please we need to talk." Sarah still hadn't moved, she'd barely blinked. Dave decided to take the initiative, he put down the makeup and made his way out of the bathroom. "Why don't I go talk to her?" Sarah gave him a look as if she'd only realised he was there. "No!" she said desperately. "No I should do it. You should stay in here, it's only going to complicate things." Dave didn't really understand what she meant but arguing would only upset her more so he left her to it. "I'll be here if you need me." he said before going back to what he had been doing as Sarah slowly crossed the room to the door. He heard her take a deep, calming breath before opening it. "What do you want Colleen?" "Sarah please, I just want to sort this out." "Why Colleen? It's perfectly clear that you don't want me here." "You know that's not true. I only..." "What? Replaced me as bridesmaid without even telling me." "No! It wasn't like that. I didn't think you'd be coming, I mean you said as much that night. You must have been expecting?" "I wasn't. I never..." "Well then why didn't you call first to clear things up?" "I...I don't know," Dave could hear Sarah's voice wavering, he began to wonder if he should go help her out, "I guess I didn't want to aggravate things further, I wanted to just forget what happened, try to move past it." "For fuck sake. I'm not doing this out in the hall, let me in." She barged past Sarah and into the room. Dave could see her for the first time now, she had obviously come straight from the fitting as she was still in the wedding dress. Despite her distressed state she looked amazing. Her hair was tied up in curls and decorated with flowers. Her dress was a relatively simple design but it hugged her curves just right and provided her with more cleavage than Dave would have thought necessary for a wedding. She had turned back to face Sarah and hadn't yet noticed Dave standing anxiously in the bathroom so she continued with her rant. "Forget? How could you expect me to just forget. I mean after everything we did that night. After everything we talked about. Everything I confessed to you and everything you screamed at me. I never thought for a second you would want to move past all that was said about you and... and..." She had just realised there was someone else in the room. Slowly she turned to Dave. Her face fell when she saw who it was, she actually stumbled from the shock. "Col..." Dave started but she didn't let him finish. "YOU BROUGHT HIM?" she screamed at Sarah, tears now filled her eyes, her breaths were slow and deep. "After everything I said you brought him to my wedding? Why would you do that? Was you showing up not punishment enough for me?" Dave tried to ease the growing tension. "Colleen if you didn't want me here you should have said something. I wouldn't have..." "I didn't think I'd need to say anything. I thought it would have been pretty obvious how bad an idea it was...unless...wait." She turned back to Sarah, Colleen was smiling now but it was an unsettling deranged kind of smile. "He doesn't know does he? You swore that you'd tell him, that it had to come from you." Sarah stared at the ground, she didn't say anything. Dave just stood there looking confused, his gaze shifting between the women. "I can't deal with this shit, this is all too much. Dave I'd recommend you ask her what actually happened at the hen night. I'm done with this." And with that she stormed out of the room. Dave thought about going after her, she still looked unsteady on her feet, but her was far more concerned with finding out what Colleen had been talking about. He was confused but he could feel some anger building up too, shaking him up inside, deep down he knew where this was going even if his brain had refused to acknowledge it. "What was she talking about Sarah?" his voice was calm but it shook more with every syllable. She didn't answer. "Sarah. Tell me what's going on. What happened?" "I was going to tell you, I really was. Just after all this shit, when things had settled back down and..." "Sarah! Tell me." She looked up at him, it was clear that she was going to cry. Dave steeled himself, she had to answer for herself before she would get sympathy from him. "I didn't tell you everything that happened at the hen." "I gathered that. What did you leave out?" Two weeks ago - the hen night. Sarah and Colleen tumbled into the hotel room giggling uncontrollably as they tripped over each other. Luckily they didn't damage any of their precious cargo in the process. Eventually they managed to pull themselves together long enough to kick the door closed and transfer their provisions to a safer location. Before long the bed was littered with enough alcohol to stock a small bar. Vodka, rum, whiskey, wine, cocktail mix, cider, cheap champagne, alcopops they hadn't drunk since they were teenagers and even a few cans of beer though they would probably be left until last. Amidst these were bags of doritos, mountains of chocolate bars, cheap jellies, two chocolate cakes, some pastries and a (probably very stale) Easter egg. Sarah collapsed into a chair and kicked off her heels, they were her highest, sluttiest "hooker" heels in which she could usually manage to last about three hours if she stood very, very still but she had just spent the last half and hour sprinting around the town looking for an off-licence before they all closed so there wasn't a chance she was staying in the uncomfortable fuckers one second longer. "Ugh Sarah, why did we get all of this shit?" Colleen goaned, "I've a dress to fit into in two weeks." "Oh shut up you skinny bitch!" Sarah snapped playfully, "There's not a pick on you, I need to fatten you up so I won't look like such a tub standing next to you." "That's been your plan all along hasn't it you evil wench? Make everyone bail on my hen night so I'll get depressed and let you shovel chocolate into me." Sarah giggled nervously, Colleen was obviously trying to make light of the situation but, considering she was in tears down in the bar less than an hour ago, Sarah wasn't so confident in her newfound optimism. It was great that she was laughing and joking no but Sarah made a mental note to steer the conversation away from what had happened that night. "Well I need to do something to keep up with you. Last time I saw you you couldn't fill an A cup and still got 5 o'clock shadow, now I've got some serious competition on my hands. I barely recognised you when you picked me up, those hormones are really fucking amazing. What are those girls now, you gotta be pushing into a C?" "34 B actually, I'd like to get to a C at some stage though." "Well you don't really need the extra size when you've a stomach as flat as an iron. Seriously having that stomach and an ass like you've got back there shouldn't be allowed by like...nature." Sarah was trying to cheer Colleen up but that didn't mean she was lying. Colleen had really come a long way since those first few months of crossdressing, she doubted anyone would work out that she used to be a guy without some serious examination. In fact, the jealous girl in Sarah been extremely aware of the number of guys who had been checking Colleen out over her tonight, that was going to take some getting used to. "Oh shut up you transparent bitch, I know you're just trying to cheer me up." she was blushing, showing that she was taking the compliments anyway, "But yeah, I'm pretty happy with how its turning out. There's some things I'd still like to change but considering how hopeless I was even a couple of months ago I'm pretty content. The makeup was the hardest, took me forever to teach myself what to buy, how to put it on, what to wear with what you know? Then I'd to learn how to use it to hide the all the masculine bits, which of course kept changing with the hormones. Anyway it took an age but when I finally nailed it everything else kind of fell into place." "That's an understatement. Seriously Col you look fucking delicious." They made a start on the booze, beginning with elaborate cocktails before getting too impatient and switching to shorts each one made with less mixer. Before long they were completely plastered, two bottles of wine lay empty on the ground along with the champagne, the vodka and rum didn't have long left either. Try as she might, the drunker they got Sarah couldn't keep the conversation off topics that made Colleen upset. Eventually they got around to how depressed Colleen was over the move. The drink got the better of her emotions and she completely broke down. "You don't understand how bad it was Sarah." she wailed, "For month I knew nobody here. I worked from home and I was afraid to leave the house because I was scared of how I'd be treated considering I was halfway through the transformation. I couldn't make any friends, I'd nobody to talk to. Nothing was working right I wasn't getting more feminine just more ugly. Every week I just looked weirder and weirder.became determined" They were both lying on the bed making short work of the second chocolate cake. Sarah had given up trying to change the subject and just lay there quietly listening to the rant. "...and my emotions were all over the place because of the hormones, I spent whole days just crying for no reason. I was just so alone." This was finally too much for Sarah, she didn't care if Colleen was upset or that it was her hen night any more. She'd been listening to this selfish ranting for too long, she had to say something. "Well whose fault was that?" "What?" Colleen was surprised, Sarah hadn't said anything in a long time. "You were the one who left Col. You fucked off with barely a goodbye and then I was me alone too." "But you had Dave..." "I know but that's different. You were my one friend and cut me out of your life entirely with no explanation." She got up and started to pace around the room angrily, her temper was really getting the better of her. "I'm sorry Sarah, I didn't want to leave it like that. It was just something you had to do." "Had to do? What's that supposed to mean. I've been sitting here listening to you bitch about how horrible your life was after you moved and how much you needed a friend to be there for you. I would have been there for you, I wanted to be there for you. But I don't even get a phone call during all of this. What the fuck Col?" "Look I can explain..." "No don't even bother. I'm leaving. If I don't I'll say something that will ruin everything before the wedding." "No please Sarah. Don't. You don't understand, I had to leave because...because I couldn't be around you." "Me? I never did anything to you! How dare you even..." "No no! You don't understand." She leapt off the bed and grabbed her arm, her eyes showing how desperately she wanted Sarah to hear her out, "You remember that night with...you and Dave?" "Eh yeah..." Sarah's mind would occasionally drift back to the threesome especially if Dave wasn't around and she was particularly horny. She'd never admit it though, God knows what Dave would say. "Well...I never really got over it. I mean it gave me the confidence to start me down this path, and I'll never be able to repay you guys for that, but that just built it up in my mind as this amazing, passionate, life-changing experience. Nothing could live up to it, I kept fantasizing about it and obsessing over it. It was driving me nuts." The Wedding Ch. 02 "I...I never realised. You should have said something." "I tried, a few times..quite a few times actually. I just couldn't get up the nerve. You and Dave seemed so happy together, I didn't want to say anything to ruin what you two had. So much other shit started going on then too, starting on the whole transition." Sarah was in shock, she hadn't seen this coming. She sat back down and hugged the weeping girl. "Everything else in my life started falling apart," she continued through the tears, "I couldn't face the possibility of making you two hate me. But seeing you guys and keeping how I felt locked up just became too difficult. When the hormones started to fuck with my emotions I knew I just had to get away from you guys or it would all blow up. I really meant to keep in touch but I guess I wanted to have something going for myself before I felt comfortable letting you back into my life. That probably sounds horrible..." "No no Col. I get it, I understand. I just wish we didn't do this to you. I'm sorry." Colleen sat up and looked Sarah in the eyes, then in as serious a tone as her drunken state would allow she said; "I have to make this clear, I'm not blaming you. I'd never take that night back. You two were wonderful. It was my problem, I did all that to myself." "I just wish you'd said something. We could have worked something out between the three of us. We would never want you to feel like that. We would have done anything to make sure you were happy." "Really?" Colleen was looking at her with a hopeful glean, a smile was forming for the first time in hours. "What about Dave?" "Of course really. Well I know he feels the same way too, we both care about you." Colleen face lit up on hearing this. "Oh Sarah. You've no idea how much I needed to hear that. I wondered if it was a possibility but I'd never let myself believe it was true. It's first thing that's made me truly happy in a long, long time." Sarah was slightly confused but she realised Colleen was starting to veer towards depressing topics again so she tried to keep the conversation steered down the cheery road. "Well you've got Jake and the wedding remember." "The wedding? That's basically a sham." She didn't say this with any spite, more like it was a fact that should have been perfectly obvious. "It's a relationship of convenience that has gotten out of hand. Jake is just using me to get over an ex. For me he was just the first thing that helped me to stop thinking about all those wild, painful fantasies, a distraction from thinking about this." With that she leaned in and kissed a very startled Sarah on the lips. It was just a peck but when Colleen pulled back Sarah's eyes, still wide open in shock, saw the look on Colleen's face. It was one of pure lust. She locked eyes with Sarah for a brief second before lunging back in for a more passionate kiss, her hand moving to brace Sarah's neck gently. The second kiss caught Sarah off guard almost as much as the first so it took a second or two for her to work out what had actually happened. Colleen must have thought she had meant she was still interested in the threesome when she said they wanted to make her happy. She was about to pull away from Colleen and set things right when she stopped herself. Why should she? This was the happiest Colleen had been all night, she was miserable, she was having doubts about her marriage, all she needed was some comfort. Surely that was her duty as her oldest friend, not to forget that she was partly to blame. She owed it to her. Dave would understand that. It's not like he disapproved of her sleeping with Colleen the last time, and this time it was for a good honest reason. These were all justifications she came up with afterwards. What stopped her pulling away at that very moment was nothing more than drunken lust and the realisation that this is exactly what she had been craving since the threesome. She leaned back slowly until she was on her back, guiding Colleen down on top of her as she did so, before running her hand through Colleen's hair as their tongues enveloped each other. They drunkenly fumbled around amid the half empty bottles until Sarah was flat on the bad with Colleen keeling over her. Sarah's hands crept up the back of Colleen's thighs, under her short cocktail dress and grabbed onto her ass cheeks, massaging them as she swirled her tongue around her lips. She sat herself up, forcing Colleen into an upright position so she could maneuver the dress over her head. leaning back on her elbows she took in Colleen's new body. It only hit her then, the reality of having lesbian sex for the first time (it wasn't technically lesbian but it was more so than the last time they fucked) it didn't put her off though, quite the contrary. Sarah had a great appreciation for the female form and Colleen had some body to show off, a slim elegant frame ending in a plump little bottom that Sarah couldn't get enough of. She had always wondered if she would be turned on by a lesbian encounter, it turns out the answer was very much yes. Now that her dress was off, Sarah got her first good look at Colleens boobs, nestled comfortably in her bra. She didn't know what Colleen was on about earlier they definitely didn't need to be any bigger. They were perfect, small yes but nicely shaped and much more pert than her own. She got the overwhelming urge to do what any man would in this circumstance, to bury her face in that sumptuous cleavage. She went for it, kissing and licking every inch of their surface area causing Colleen to giggle as she tried to tug Sarah's dress over her head. Sarah surfaced and the dress came off, and the two girls embraced quickly, rolling around the bed, hands exploring soft cleavage, firm ass and smooth legs, unfamiliar sensations for them both. Eventually the bras were discarded leaving both girls in just their panties Sarah's black thong contrasting artistically with Colleen's white french knickers. They held each other tightly, their breasts squashed against each other causing Sarah's to look enormous by comparison. Sarah felt a familiar stirring in between their writing bodies. She turned them both onto their sides and reached down into Colleen's panties, quickly retrieving her stiffening cock. It was smaller than she remembered, maybe due to the hormones, but it didn't put Sarah off and she got to work pumping away at the throbbing organ. Colleen groaned into Sarah's mouth, savouring the pleasure for a few seconds before reciprocating. She slowly slid her hand along Sarah's side before it crept into her thong. It took Colleen a couple of seconds of awkward fumbling before she found a comfortable position. Sarah could tell she was nervous, Colleen wasn't used to vaginas, so she decided to lend a hand, literally. With her free hand she reached down into her thong and grasped the back of Colleen's hand, lacing their fingers together she showed Colleen how to slowly massage her clit. It didn't take long before Sarah needed more and she pushed a finger from both her and Colleen's hands deep inside her. She broke her kiss with Colleen in order to moan long and hard, Colleen's lips jumping quickly to Sarah's neck in the absence of her mouth. In between gorans and breaths she managed to blurt out, "I really need you to fuck me Col." Colleen looked at her nervously. "Do you...do you have a condom? I don't usually need them..." Sarah gave a wry grin, catching her meaning. "Oh well then I guess I'm going on top." She slid off the bed and stumbled around for a while before finding her handbag, she always kept one on her because Dave was hopeless at remembering. She waddled victoriously back to the bed kicking off her thong in the process. Colleen started to get rid of the last of her clothes too, starting with her heels but Sarah stopped her. "No leave those on." she said seductively before ripping Colleen's panties of herself. She got the condom over the head of Colleen's before engulfing the cock in her mouth and using her tongue to roll it down to the base. She gave one or two extra sucks before kissing her way up to Colleen mouth, locking lips with her as she swung a leg over Colleen's trembling body. She could feel the nerves and excitement rippling across Colleen's skin as she reached her hand down behind her, grasping the cock and giving it a few preparatory strokes. She looked Colleen in the eye as she lined the tip up with her pussy. "Sarah, I...I've never done this before. Not with a woman..." Colleen whispered. "Just relax Col, we both know that you know how to use this thing." She said, squeezing her cock gently. Colleen giggled, Sarah took that as a cue to go ahead. Gripping Colleen tightly by the base of her shaft she lowered herself slowly onto the cock. Her wet lips slid easily over the lubricated, latex and Colleen groaned as Sarah's ass landed comfortably in her lap. The two sat there for a few seconds, savouring the initial penetration before Sarah's horniness got the better of her and she started to bounce lightly. Sarah sat upright and exploited the novelty of being able to play with a pair of magnificent breasts while pounding away on a cock. Colleen lay writhing on the bed, eyes firmly shut and groaned in tune to every touch. It didn't take long for Sarah to climax, her bounding got steadily more aggressive until she threw herself screaming into Colleen's arms. The two kissed a long, slow and passionate kiss, their breasts once again squashing up against each other as Colleen continued to lay soft strokes into Sarah. It took Sarah a few minutes to regain her composure before she could let loose on Colleen again. It became clear soon after though that while she seemed to be enjoying herself, she was not going to finish by continuing like this. "She really is a bottom." Sarah thought to herself. She had an idea of what Colleen needed. She sat herself upright again, leaning back slightly she grabbed Colleens legs and guided them up so that Sarah could lean against her thighs. She reached down to rub herself, collecting some of the lubricative juices oozing out of her with each thrust from Colleen as she did so. She moved her hand behind her and slowly down to Colleen's ass. A shiver speed down Colleen's body when Sarah touched her damp fingers to her hole. Sarah massaged the rim for a minutes before carefully plunging a fingertip inside. Colleen winced slightly but simultaneously groaned in pleasure, her fucking down to a slow pace so as not to elicit any sudden movements from Colleen's finger. There was a bit more resistance without proper lube but eventually Sarah got to a comfortable depth with her finger, rubbing it around slowly as softly, in rhythm with Colleen's fucking. Gradually Sarah increased increased the tempo and the pressure she was applying, finally things got warmed up enough for her to squeeze another finger in. When the second finger entered Colleen yelped in excitement, her body however went still, unable to keep up with the pleasure. Sarah took over the fucking, grinding her hips back and forwards in time with her fingering. It only took a few more strokes before Colleen erupted. Sarah gently removed her fingers from Colleen's ass before lying down onto Colleen knackered frame. The lay there, recovering for a few minutes before Colleen got uncomfortable. After taking her cock from Sarah she turned the two of them onto their sides and put her arm around Sarah gently toying with her boobs. Sarah's voice trailed off, tears rolled down her face, she was too upset to continue. Dave had been expecting something like this but his heart still ached upon hearing it and he inhaled sharply. Sarah looked up at him, trying to judge how he was taking the news before attempting to continue but Dave didn't know himself how he should be reacting. On the one hand Sarah had already slept with Colleen so what was one kiss really? But no. They had done that together, he had been involved the last time, this was different, they went behind his back. It was cheating. And Sarah knew it. Why else would she have kept it from him? "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for it to happen I just wanted to be there for her. I hadn't realised it but when she kissed me something came rushing back that I had been longing for in the back of my mind since the night of the threesome. I was hammered, I thought it wouldn't be so bad because you didn't mind last time." "I was there last time!" he screamed "I know, I know. It was a stupid excuse. We went behind your back, we betrayed your trust. I can't apologise enough but it was a stupid mistake. I love you Dave." "Are you sure?" It was a cold rebuttal but she deserved it. Sarah wept into her hands, defeated. Dave's anger was overtaking him. Cheating and lying aside, he was mainly pissed at the injustice of it all. All those times he had been kept up worrying about that night, battling with the confusion and emotions he couldn't seem to bury after it, torturing himself with "what if's" and debates over whether he should tell Sarah. He put himself through hell for his selfish thoughts only for Sarah to go and act on hers. "I can't be around you." He got up and went for his jacket. "Dave please." Sarah screeched, she grabbed his arm. "Sarah let go." She dropped it but looked up at him, pleading through tear blinded eyes. "Please don't leave me. We can talk, I can explain what was..." "I don't want to hear any more Sarah. I need some time to think." Despite his justified anger he still couldn't bear to see her like this. "Look I know after what happened between us and Colleen the usual rules of cheating are a bit gray here but you knew it was wrong. You were cutting me out and you knew it would hurt me. I can't easily forgive you for that. There's a lot of shit I need to get straight in my head and I can't look at your face while I'm doing that." He sighed deeply, he couldn't believe he had to babysit her through this. "I need to get away for a bit. Just stay here, I'll leave the keys so I'll have to come back before we go home but I can't promise that will be tonight." She smiled at him, a look of relief spreading across her face. "Thanks sweetie, I'll just wait for you. Do you want me to..." "Sarah stop! I might sound calm right now but I'm really barely holding it together and I don't think I can bear to hear one more word from you without loosing it." With that he left her slumped on the bed, distraught and broken. Leaving the hotel and made a beeline straight for the nearest pub. It was a small, dark and quiet. Perfect. On the walk over he had briefly entertained the notion of trying to find a girl to fuck as revenge but he knew he'd never go through with it, he still loved Sarah and couldn't bring himself to hurt her like that even if she did deserve it. The Wedding Ch. 03 "How come you always got time to be cookin' for everybody else but you never got time to cook for me?" Ray Richardson asked. His ruggedly handsome face was clouded with anger as he stood in his bedroom, berating his wife. "Ray, that's not true and you know it!" his wife Sheila replied. "It's lucky for us my catering business has been doing better and better. You know as well as I do we need the extra money the catering business makes. I try hard to balance our needs with the needs of my business. It might help if you were a little more understanding." Sheila Richardson was a slim, lovely young woman with exquisite features and a wild mass of curly light brown hair. Though lean, her body was well-formed and she felt good about that. Her only complaint about her body was that her breasts were too small. She had always been very self-conscious about that. "Shit!" Ray snorted, "I make plenty of money. If you weren't spending so goddamn much, we wouldn't have any money problems." "I know you make good money, Ray, and I know you work hard," Sheila said calmly, trying to defuse the argument. "But we have a lot of bills, too. What with the house payment, and the payments for your truck and all, we..." "Yeah, sure, blame it on my truck," her husband snorted, interrupting her. "I notice you didn't mention all that stuff you had to buy for your damn catering business." Although she was determined to remain calm, Sheila couldn't keep herself from experiencing a flash of anger. For a second she felt like slapping her husband, but she knew better. Her husband, a construction worker, was very strong and had an extremely short temper. Hoping to end the argument, she got went into the bathroom, got ready for bed, and came out wearing her nightgown. She sat down in front of her dresser, brushed out her fluffy light brown hair the way she did every night, then she laid the brush down on the dresser and stood up. She was about to turn and go to her bed when Ray, who had stripped to his briefs while she was in the bathroom, walked over so he was standing behind her. He circled his arms around her, and cupped her breasts in his hard hands. Even though her husband had been mean to her earlier, Sheila felt herself responding to his touch. "Ohhh!!" she murmured. She leaned back against her husband's muscular body and felt his erection prodding her bottom. Warmth and delight began to fill her. "You feel really good tonight, baby," Ray murmured as he moved his hips and squeezed her breasts. "Real good!" Sheila's nipples erected as her husband thumbed them crudely. Excitement shot through her. Then his caresses stopped and his hands left her. "Come on, baby," he said, starting for the bed. "Come on over here and let's get it on!" Sheila walked to their bed, laid down, and watched her husband strip off his briefs. The next thing he did was slide on top of her. His erection, wet with pre-cum, stabbed at her soft thighs. "You like my cock, don't you, baby?" Ray muttered as he tugged Sheila's gown up and pushed her legs apart. The next thing Sheila knew, the arrow-shaped head of Ray's penis was pressing against her silky labia, opening her, then entering her. It felt wonderful! As the swollen shaft crowded into her, she could feel the fires of pleasure in her belly begin to glow more brightly. Wonderful feelings began to spread through her. "Damn!" Ray exclaimed through clenched teeth as he lunged against her. "Baby, you got to have the tightest pussy in the world!" He kept moving his hips, sliding his cock in and out of her clutching cavern. Sheila didn't like the coarse language Ray used when they made love, but knew it was pointless to complain about it. If she did, it would just lead to another argument. As her husband's cock pistoned in and out of her, Sheila lay there, enjoying the wonderful feelings blossoming through her. "God...Damn!" Ray gasped. The muscles in his neck corded with the strain of passion as he slammed his hips against Sheila. "You...are...one...damn fine piece...of...of...ass!! I'm gonna come! Ahhhhhhh! Unhhhhhh!" When her husband's hot fluids erupted into her, Sheila felt the soft rush of delight she always did when they made love. Sex with Ray never produced the wild, abandoned feelings her girlfriends claimed they had when they had an orgasm, but over the years Sheila had convinced herself her friends were exaggerating. She found sex with her husband enjoyable, but mainly she did it because Ray got so much pleasure from it. And keeping her husband happy, she believed, was a wife's most important duty. Her mother had told her for years that a woman's most important job was to be a good wife. And that meant keeping her husband happy. Ray kissed her forehead, then rolled off and lay beside her. "That was choice, as usual, babe," he told her. "I love you, Ray," Sheila said softly. "Yeah, babe, me, too," Ray mumbled. Sheila she heard the sound of snoring. Ray was asleep. He always fell asleep immediately after they made love. She sometimes thought it would be nice if they could hold each other and talk when they finished, but she didn't feel comfortable talking to Ray about their sex life. The few times she had tried, they got into huge arguments. She slipped out of bed, put on a robe, and walked to the bathroom to clean herself up. Despite her attempts to convince herself that their love making was satisfactory, the last few times she and Ray made love, Sheila experienced a vague feeling of wistfulness when they were finished. She didn't understand it and dismissed it as unimportant. Ray's needs were what was important, not hers. When she finished in the bathroom and returned to the bed, she stood there and looked down at her sleeping husband. He was good-looking and his body as hard and firm as it had been when they got married five years ago. Maybe he was a little coarse sometimes, and maybe he didn't bring her flowers and stuff, but he worked hard and he hadn't hit her in quite a while, ever since he'd cut back on his drinking. She got in bed, pulled up the covers, turned off the light and tried to sleep, but couldn't. She was wound up and didn't understand why. It was too much stress because of how busy her catering business was, she told herself and, eventually, she fell asleep. "Hey, babe, time to wake up," Ray said as he shook her awake the next morning. "What's going on?" Sheila asked. She looked at the clock. It was 4:30 A.M. "It's Saturday morning, Ray," she mumbled. "We don't have to get up this early." "Me and Donny are taking his race car down to the track in Davidsonville," Ray snapped. "I told you that last night." "No you didn't," Sheila protested. "This is the first I've heard of it." "Aw, damn!" Ray muttered. He stormed around the room throwing clothes into an overnight bag. "I know I told you. We been planning this trip for a month, now. We got a good chance of winning the trophy race in Donny's class. If we do, he's got the lead in championship points." Sheila sat up. "Are you going to be gone all weekend?" she asked. "Babe, you sure can be dense sometimes," Ray grumbled. "I just told you we were going to Davidsonville. There's no way in hell we can go down there, race, and get back here in one day. Jeez! I wish you'd pay more attention when I talk to you." "But the wedding I'm doing..." Sheila said. She had been counting on Ray helping her take the things she'd prepared to the home where the reception was being held. "Hey, you gotta do what you gotta do and I gotta do what I gotta do," Ray said. "Be a good wife and go make us some lunch, so we don't have to stop on the way." Sheila slipped on her robe and slippers and headed for the kitchen. "I know he didn't tell me he was going to Davidsonville with Donny," she thought as she descended the steps. "He never tells me about anything he's doing. And he has the nerve to say I don't listen to him!" Angry and hurt, she prepared lunch for her husband, always the dutiful wife, doing her duty, keeping her husband happy. A car horn sounded from the driveway. "That's Donny. Tell him I'll be right down," Ray yelled. Forgetting about her flimsy attire, Sheila walked out on the back porch. A van covered with racing logos, pulling a trailer holding a stock car, was parked in their driveway. "Ray will be out in a minute, Donny!" she yelled. "Hey, Sheila, you're really lookin' good this morning!" Donny Andrews replied as he leered at her out of the window of his van. "How about I let Ray take the car down to Davidsonville and I stay here with you, baby?" Sheila's face got hot and she dashed back into the house. Donny was a crude, boorish man who was always making suggestive comments to her. She didn't like him at all. When he looked at her she could feel her skin crawl. "Thanks, babe." Ray said as he grabbed the lunch Sheila had prepared on his way through the kitchen. "You going to call?" Sheila asked. "I'm gonna be too busy," Ray said. The door closed behind him, car doors slammed, an engine roared, tires squealed, and he was gone. "He didn't even bother to give me a good-bye kiss," Sheila thought. "But, then, he never does." She made herself some coffee, went into the living room, turned on the TV and curled up on the sofa. While the morning newsperson droned on about all the awful things happening in the world, Sheila tried to figure out why she felt so unsettled recently. The Wedding Ch. 03 The door to the reception hall slid silently open on well-oiled iron hinges that predated the oldest man in the room by several lifetimes. I had worried that the reception would have wound down in our absence, but I was grateful to see it still going, the handful of waitresses dressed in simple black thongs and black heels milled amiably around the tables, some circling with trays of drinks, others circled with pads of paper and pens taking orders before ducking away to the kitchen, and occasionally some had paused in their work and kneeled gracefully on the ground or sat, legs splayed wide, on the table while someone ordered something that while not on the menu, still was served with gusto. I saw my mother and Allison sitting the high table, and waved, Ally having to firmly pull my mother's head from between her thighs before she saw us and waved back, only to shake the hand off and duck back down with a grin. I smiled at Ally and shook my head, as Ally's smile turned slightly glassy while soothingly stroking the back of my mother's head, and leaning further back in the chair. Kara was bent over another table, pressed face-first into the tablecloth, the snowy-while linen around her dappled with the drips of saliva escaping around the bright yellow gag strapped firmly in her grinning mouth--which only partially muffled her strident, almost feral keens of frenzied rapture as the table rocked in time to a shared urge, her arms splayed in front of her, thin hands bunched into white knuckled, cloth filled fists before her, her long raven hair carelessly flung in an obsidian halo around her, her sightless eyes barely glimpsed at from beneath the glossy waterfall of hair were wide and feral. Her sharply swaying body shimmered with sweat and countless opalescent streaks of cum, which flowed slowly off her body in thin, watery rivulets of passion, as her own hunger flowed like an sea down her legs to pool on the floor around her. A cloud of musk rose around her like a seething deluge of lust, reaching deep into the brains of the men around her and igniting a fire that could not be denied, or easily quenched. They surrounded her, many in number but all subservient, roughly stroking themselves, hands grinding up and down their achingly hard manhood, their breath coming in harsh gasps through barely parted lips as they waited for their turn behind her, and a chance at the sopping heaven between her thighs. The table squealed and groaned beneath her in a quickening tempo as the thickset man behind her raced towards orgasm. His wiry fingers clawed at her waist as he slammed harder and harder into her, mouth open, his lungs burning for air while they pumped like great bellows, his eyes closed and his head thrown back, lost in another world. The tempo of his panting sped up, soon soft groans and sighs in time to the rough pounding of his hips spilt from his dry lips. His hand, calloused and rough, shot to her hair and roughly yanked her head and body back onto him before he slammed one last time into her and incoherently snarled his gratification, triggering a few other frantic men to splash her exposed breasts and torso with the thin tracks of their seed in a stuttering, pulsing rush of sudden ecstasy. All over the room the sound, smell, and sights of sex echoed in the hall, moans mixed with the with the buzz of conversation and vibrators, the tink of silverware on plates and the small thunderclap of sound as a palm descended sharply onto willing flesh. Kiva and I turned to each other and grinned at each other. Kiva's eyes danced and she glanced mischievously at the door behind us, "Doesn't look like we've missed much. It almost looks like we can nip off for a few minutes for a little more time alone--" She leaned forward and kissed my cheek softly before breathing in my ear, "--and no one will be the wiser." I thought about it for a heartbeat, Kiva did make a persuasive argument after all. But duty won out. Barely. My arms encircled her waist and squeezed gently, as I sighed regretfully, "Sarah said we were needed here, so we should be here. We'll be here for just a few things and then we'll go, and get to know each other better. Okay?" "Hrrrmph." Kiva grumped into my ear and drew away to stare me in the eyes, "are you sure you don't want to tarry just a few minutes outside, alone, with me all to yourself, Master? I'm sure my Master could find something to do to while away the time." I groaned, my mind already a hash of lust, I wanted nothing more in the world right then, but something made me reach out and cup her face gently bringing her lips close for a kiss filled with unspoken promise before gruffly croaking, "With you woman, I have two devils on my shoulders and only one overworked, overwhelmed angel, you know that? God, I so want to take you back to that altar and fuck your brains out right this instant, and damn the reception." Kiva purred and pressed herself against me. I bit back a groan as my already too sensitive cock rubbed up against her warm silk of her naked thigh and I began to seriously reconsider as my discipline slowly crumbled under the erotic onslaught. There were a couple of benches around the corner, I could easily pick her up and carry her there. Kiva was right, no one would mind if we were just a tiny bit late... Kiva, sensing my crumbling restraint, whimpered into my ear, "Your slave's been a bad girl, Master, she's been needy and thinking only of her Master bending her hot little body over the altar, teaching his slave who owns her by fucking her slutty body hard, ramming her against the altar again and again, and just knowing that she would be begging and squealing to her master like the slut she is, helpless to stop His fury until her Master's lust was fully sated." My lips quirk into a grin and I tangle my hand in her hair mussing it while holding her prisoner as I swooped in to kiss her again, roughly this time, battling with her tongue into submission, and taking from her, nibbling on her lips for a feral moment before I drew back and looked at her, my breath fire in my lungs, growling, "You are powerless to stop me. And I will use you slave, cruelly perhaps, but I won't hear you complaining...much. I will remember this, and I will punish you for it, rest assured, but we will finish this reception, and we will not have sex with each other until it's all over, understand?" "Yes Master." My hand tightened in her hair slightly, my other hand sliding down to lightly stroke over her wet lips, marveling at the heat, dancing around the iron-hard nub at the top begging for attention. "But know this, slave. As soon as this is over, now matter how much you beg, no matter how much you scream, your body is mine." Her breath hisses out between two perfect lipstick smudged lips, a plea and a slow release of apprehension merged into one long, drawn out syllable, "Yeesssssss..." I smiled and gently, oh so very gently brushed against that straining nub and enjoyed the less than human wail of joy she couldn't contain any longer. Quiet rippled out across the room as heads turned to look at the source of the noise. Kiva smiled lazily at me and kissed my cheek, "I love you." She murmured in my ear as we disentangled ourselves from each other. I beamed at her and stroked her arm, my fingers eventually entwining with hers and pressing a small kiss against the back of her hand and luxuriating for a moment in her intoxicating scent before I tugged her forward, deeper into the room. I walked between the tables, threading my way, leading Kiva onwards, listening but not hearing the congratulations coming from around us, the beaming smiles and the thumbs up, the ocean of joy for us swelling higher as we made our way to the high table. I only heard my heartbeat, my breath, the sound of Kiva's feet on the linoleum, and fragile warmth of her hand in mine. We stood together on display at the high table, Kiva started blushing from the attention and slowly started edging towards me, but a gentle caress and a whispered order into her ear stopped her, and instead she stood stiffly behind her seat, her head high as the blush heated her cheeks. I smiled as the preacher tapped his glass lightly with a fork, the clear note ringing out in the hushed stillness "Today is a good day for all of us. Today, two souls are bound in marriage, but not just by law, but they have inexorably bound their souls together, today. Rejoice in their bondage, rejoice at their happiness, and rejoice that two people on the face of this earth have found each other, and will be together, forever, until judgment day." There was a smattering of polite applause, and, as rehearsed, Kiva and I took up two champaign flutes, entwined our arms, and drank slowly, carefully trying not to jostle each other too much. We smiled at each other goofily as we disentangled, the camera flashbulbs flickered like lightning around us. "This seems so unreal. Like a dream." I said, caressing her cheek. "I know. Like I'm going to wake up any second now to an empty bed instead of you." I kiss her again, lightly this time, kissing her cheek, and whispering into her ear, "Too bad you will be waking up next to me. I expect you'll to be too busy, too... tied up, to sleep much. My Kiva, my wife, my slut, I'm going to treat you so badly these next few weeks, you'll have to forgive me. But we need time to adjust, to see where our limits are, to explore every filthy, kinky, perverted fantasy we both have. And if there was anyone within shouting distance from us, they certainly would call the cops, the way you'll be screaming and begging like I know you will." I kissed her lightly again, on her lips as she whimpered, and stepped back to put my glass down. Kiva put the glass down with shaking hands, and I must admit mine weren't too steady myself. Her eyes were thin slits as she slid toward me, her arms wrapping around me tightly. She pressed herself against me and kissed my cheek, sighing as I held her. "I love you, Slave. Never forget that, and never doubt it." I whispered to her as Kiva kissed my cheek again and hugged me even tighter. Something scalding hot and sloppy wet pressed against my thigh and ground slowly into me, as Kiva whispered to me, begging as she pressed her sopping fur against my leg, "Take me again, master, please. I feel so empty. My cunt is so hungry..." As she ground herself against me and whimpered, I wanted to so badly. I wasn't a teenager anymore, and haven't been for decades, yet Kiva never failed to get me so incredibly hard, so incredibly aroused I was almost drooling and panting for her body, her mind, her voice, at the drop of the hat. Whatever Kiva was, she was special, and she was mine as surely as I was hers. And as much as I'd like to nip off for another quickie, I needed to space these out a little or my heart would shoot out of my chest and slap me for all the strain I'd be putting it under. My doctor told me to keep my blood pressure under control, but then again, she's never met Kiva. I smiled and whispered back, a hand wandering down to cup her drooling sex and squeezing lightly as I nuzzled her hair, breathing in the flowers/sweat/sex smell of her, "I'm going to fuck you every single way possible for so long you'll think it's a career. But, before I make you beg and plead on your knees for it... a little patience goes a long way, hmm?" "Thank you, master. You will make me beg, right?" Kiva purred and shivered, trying to grind her clit against my hand, but I held her firmly, and she groaned. "I'll make you beg for me to fuck you, and then you'll beg for me to stop. But I won't. I'll have to tie you to the bed so you won't get away, and I'll use your body over and over until I'm satisfied... and it will take a lot to satisfy me." "Oh God, master, please. I know you want it. You're so fucking hard and ready to fuck my needy little cunt hard. I know you want to, please, master, just take me here. Now. Please. Make me cum all over your cock like a cheap slut!" I pushed her away, barely able to keep not attacking her right then and there. I kissed her forehead and grabbed and twisted her nipple, "Is that what you want? To be treated like a whore in front of everyone? Do you want to be fucked like a whore in front of everyone? Don't make me punish you here and now. Don't make me bend you over the table and spank you hard for making me fuck you. Now, my slave will learn to wait, or she will be punished, is that understood?" "Oh God yes master. Thank you for letting me know my place master. But master, for future reference, I listen better when both my nipples are twisted." "Like this?" I said twisting harder and pulling upwards, her back arching to follow her tortured breasts. "Oh yes, yes, yes, punish your whore! Punish my tits! Oh god, my fucking cum! Fuck yessssss..." Kiva hissed, humping my leg and trembling, her head thrown back and a loud sigh escaping her lips. She came back to me; her eyes unfocused and dreamy, and I couldn't help kissing her slowly, our arms winding around each other gently. "Mmm, Kiva, I love you." "I love you too, stud." Kiva sighed, her voice quiet and distant, her hand ruffling my hair. Kiva seemed slow in returning, looking at me with loving eyes and a small, distant smile as she ruffled my hair and then ran a thumb over the ridges in my ear. I didn't know how long this would last, and as much as I'd want it to last forever, there were things that needed to get done, and a flight to catch. Hating to break her mood, I leaned forward and kissed her forehead, gently reminding her, "We have to cut the cake, sweetie." Kiva snorted, her hands resting on my neck, "Fuck the cake, I want you. Now. Between my thighs, fucking me unconscious. I don't want to leave the bed for days, I want to lick food off of you, suck honey off your fingers between moans, tell me what a good girl I am while you fuck me like a whore." "Dear, as much as I'd like to... and I'd really like to, the ceremony's almost done, and there are places we need to be soon." "Done?" Kiva perked up instantly. "Done. And then I have you all to myself for months." "Oh god, you're going to make me into some kind of perverted sex slave, aren't you?" Kiva sighed melodramatically. "Make?!" "Make more then?" She asked hopefully. I chuckled and shook my head in almost disbelief, "I don't think that's possible." Her lips curled into a sexy, naughty grin, "I guess we'll have to find out. Maybe try it again few times just to make sure we're doing it right." "Woman!" I groaned into her ear, "you're incorrigible!" "You love it." She said and nibbled on my ear. "Oh indeed I do." I chuckled and kissed her cheek, "Now, lets get this done, please?" "Oh, all right." Kiva grumbled, allowing herself to be led to the three tiered cake on a small table set to a side. Flashbulbs start flickering again as I steer Kiva in front of the cake, taking my position behind her. We smile at the cameras for a couple of shots, and the mood takes me and I lean forward and kiss her cheekbone as my fingers idly stroke her stomach. My fingers stroke warm, sweaty skin and I whisper softly into her ear, "I love you Kiva, I love you so much that I can't understand how I could live without you." Her hand covered mine on her stomach and pressed them into her flesh. "I love you too. Forever, together." Kiva whispered and nuzzled against me, laughter burbling in her voice, "and if we somehow survive the honeymoon, we might survive until old age." I kiss the curve of her neck, and let my lips linger for a moment drinking in the warmth and softness of her skin. This woman, this incomprehensibly sexy unimaginably beautiful woman who's stolen my heart, is my wife now. I could only wonder how in the world did I accomplish this feat? I ducked down, allowing my penis to spear her between her thighs, resting against her steaming pussy, smiling at Kiva's breathy sigh. A hand splayed under her breasts pressed her gently back against me and I buried my nose into her hair and sighed. Her hair smelled of sweat and something fruity and wonderful, her skin warm and soft against me, her hair fluttered like silk against my face as I nuzzled her hair. "I love you, Kiva. Even if your hormones are going to be the death of me." I felt the rumble of her chuckle against my hand, as the tension I didn't know I had drained away swiftly, replaced by a goofy little smile. Kiva turned her head and our lips met awkwardly off center, but delightfully full of promise. "My hormones? You don't have to satisfy your wife sexually, y'know, you just choose to. So it'll be your hormones that'll be the death of you." Kiva squirmed a little and sighed, "but I'll make sure you die with a smile on your face." "Wench!" I said and tried to settle her down by gently caressing the flat plane of her stomach, but that only seemed to spur her onwards, "But if I die, how will you satisfy yourself then, mmm? Mere plastic can't touch you like...this." I said and brought my hand to cup her breast and roll her stiff, crinkly nipple between thumb and finger. Kiva's head fell back on my shoulder with a groan, her hand gripping my wrist firmly before it arched upward and entangled in my hair, pulling me towards her lips again for a fierce kiss. Our tongues alternatively dueled and caressed each other, I tasted her mouth, the mint of her tongue and dry hints of the champaign all overlaid with a smoky lust-shot lightning that burrowed deep into my brain and exploded with the force of a supernova. My mind, already fogged with the salty-sweet taste of her lips and the sharp coppery tang of my need, forgot about the gentle mauling of her nipple, and my hand rose to gently cup her head, holding her lovingly to my lips, as our kiss grew rougher, more demanding. I wanted this woman. I needed this woman. I needed her like I needed air, like I needed light, like I needed life. She intoxicated me, stripped me of my delusions, and asked for nothing, save to love her. It was an eternity before we released each other from our own private world, Kiva gently nibbling my lower lip for a moment before pulling away, her hot breath washing over my cheeks in a staccato rhythm, "No, plastic can't do that. I guess I'll just have to keep you around a little longer. But we're going to have to get a defibrillator for you." The cake lay before us, three feet of confectionary elegance, a three tiered edible art as transitory as the first blossoms of spring. It was by the narrowest margins I didn't push her into it and take her right there. I smiled and stroked her hair. "I think you'll need it just as much as I will." Kiva smiled lazily and kissed the edge of my jaw, occasionally nipping my skin playfully, before purring into my ear, "Dream on, master. My body was made to give you heaven on earth, and I'm going to give you that--Every. Single. Time. I'm going to give you sex that would kill lesser men, and I'm going to expect you to survive for the next time." I smiled at her lustily, "What doesn't kill me, makes me stronger?" "Sure, that works too..." Kiva grinned at me and kissed my chin. "God, wench! As much as I'd like to molest you right now--for a very long time at that--we do have to cut the cake, open the presents, and then lead the first dance." "Fuck that, there's something more pressing to take care of!" "Whatever could be more important than your wedding?" "My sanity! If you don't fuck me soon, I'm going to loose my goddamn mind!" "Mmm," I sighed, "that sounds deliciously kinky." "Maaaster, pleeease?" Kiva pants, her hips start squirming rubbing herself against me as I kept a light hand on her stomach. "No." I growl warningly into her ear, and Kiva's panting becomes more pronounced, now interspersed with small, quiet whimpers, as my cock was soaked by moisture. The Wedding Ch. 03 Our hands wrap around the knife, I growl in Kiva's ear, "The more you squirm, the harder you tease me, the more you try to make me lose control will only result in me taking you harder and harder, cunt." Kiva shudders as the knife descended through the cake quickly, the blade disappearing into a cliff of white frosting, stopping quietly on the metal plate. I paused, enjoying as she kept squirming, her breath coming in shorter huffs, before I hissed into her ear, "Do you want me to rape you, little girl?" The knife drew out and ascended as she pressed her ass against me, with a grin and whispered back, "Yes, please master, show everyone who owns this cunt, this ass, this mouth. Rape me, rape me hard, discipline your slave with your cunttamer. I'm so wet, master. My cunt needs discipline again. Don't make me wait, master. Make me yours." The knife descended again, roughly this time, hitting the silver stand the cake rested on with a muffled tink. I panted into her ear, trying not to just push her into the cake and fuck her roughly, to rut with her, bellowing my ownership like an animal, again. We place the knife to the side and I turn Kiva around roughly. "What are you?" Kiva answered immediately, her voice submissive, but her eyes locked with mine and begged me as her need rose like a cloud around us, "I'm your slave -- your dirty little fuckwhore." "And why haven't I used my slave to pleasure myself?" "Because this slave's master isn't ready to take my itchy, hungry cunt like he should." "It's too bad you don't have a more caring master; I'm sure he would have at least plunged a finger into that sopping cunt and made you come over his hand to give you some relief." "Not a more caring master, a weaker one. One that wasn't as strong as you are." Kiva raised the piece of cake between us, allowing us to eat the slice messily off her hands, until our lips met, sharing the cake between us, kissing the mess off each other's faces slowly, making love to each other with our eyes, our lips, and our tongues. When we parted, both breathing hard and drunk with lust, ready for the savage fuck that we both knew was coming as the flashbulbs of cameras flickered like bolts of lightening. I grabbed her hands before they could wander and locked the bracelets behind her back and stepped back before I was fully consumed with my lust. Standing on her heels, the tops of her pantyhose growing ever wetter with her lust, her heavy breasts pushed out and dancing to her panting breath, her nipples and aureoles rock hard as an attractive blush dusted her breasts and chest as she preened in front of me, her eyes slitted, and her lips parted and soft moans and gasps, occasionally her brilliant white teeth held her bottom lip for a moment as her eyes ran possessively over my body. Daring me. I controlled the lust, barely. I own this, mind, body, and soul, and she still took my breath away with a raised eyebrow, or her smile. No, Kiva, I don't own you, you own me. "Mmm," Sarah said, nicking a finger of frosting from the cake as she passed, licking frosting from her fingers like they were a cock, running her tongue along them to lick up the last traces, "Congratulations Mom, Dad. I hope you fuck her within an inch of her life while you're gone, she needs it." Kiva leaned forward and kissed the line of my jaw, "Oh, he'll make this slut beg for it." "But mom, you're always begging for it. I swear, what little brains you have is lodged in your perpetually wet mommycunt." "Mmm," Kiva nodded, stepping close once again, panting into my ear while rubbing her hips against me. Sarah ran her hand roughly along the inside of Kiva's thigh, "Fresh squeezed, mmm thanks mom, Fuck, you're so hot together, I'm going to find some cock before I turn into mom." "Wait, don't I get a kiss?" I asked. Sarah stopped and turned back slowly, teasing me. She smiled lustily, and stepped close, each step just daring me to do something. Her arms reached up and lay on my shoulders, as her mouth approached mine. Our lips pressed together, tongues dancing and wrestling, her mouth tasted of lemon and champaign, and I before I knew it, our bodies were pressed together, and I was taking out my repressed lust for Kiva on her, my hand entangled in her hair, holding her head still as the other pressed her against me while I kissed, licked and nipped her lips, chin, cheek, forehead. "Oh, god, take me daddy, fuck me, fuck me like a slut!" She moaned into my ear as her hands pressed against me, entwined in my hair, ran over my back, cupped my ass, as she ground herself into my dick. I realized what I was doing, where it was going to lead to, and forcibly disentangled from her, holding her at arms length as she struggled against me for a minute before she sighed, "You're a really good kisser daddy, and I really need to find some guy to fuck me now." Sarah blew me a kiss and drifted into the small crowd of milling people. Two round breasts pressed into my back, and a husky voice purred into my ear, "My master didn't like his slave's daughter? Didn't like her begging to be tamed, just like I was?" "Mmm, your master liked very much. But until we get back, your master's cock is only for his slave's greedy little pussy. And, well, we really haven't talked about involving her in our... enjoyment." "Mmm, more for me." Kiva pressed herself against me harder and chuckled. "I'm such a greedy little fuck slave." I smiled and leaned back into, "Too greedy, almost." "Mmm," she said breathily, "that's good, almost is good." I reached back and gave her bottom a squeeze, "As are you." "What did I do to deserve you?" "Something horrible, I hope." "Mmm, You'd better do something horrible to me soon, or I'm going to explode!" "I dunno, I like the sound of your begging. Oooh, down on your knees, hands cuffed behind your back, your wet need dappling the floor between your legs, keening your unbearable craving to be fucked... to be used roughly..." Kiva sighed and started kissing and sucking on my neck, "Oh, god, master, you make me so wet! Please, please don't make me beg in front of everyone, just take me right here, right now. Fuck me against the wall, pound my ass into the sheetrock, and show everyone who owns me!" "Not yet, my pet." "But, Master, I'm soo wet!" I turn and grab a handful of hair, forcing her head back as I grabbed one nipple and twisted it, making her moan and gasp as I growled in her ear, "My slave has problems asking questions for which she knows the answer; perhaps your master should gag his slave's dirty mouth to make her learn the value of silence? Or perhaps my slave should be... punished?" "Oh! Mmm, oh fuck yes! Yes master, your disobedient cunt should be punished! Your slave wants you to gag her defiant mouth with my lord's dick! mmm, fuck my face, master, make me choke on your cock!" "Oh fuck woman. I bet all the men, and most of the women in here want to have their way with you, raping you relentlessly until they were satisfied. Wouldn't you like that, wouldn't you like to be gang-raped my sopping little fuckwhore?" "Oh, god, master!" One hand shot to her crotch and roughly attacked her sopping pussy. "Of course, I wouldn't allow them to come in you. No, they will come on you, over and over until you're soaked and dripping in their glossy, sticky seed from head to toe." Kiva's only response was to twitchingly press herself against me, groaning loudly as her eyes rolled back into her head, her eyelashes fluttering for a half minute before she finally sagged against me. "Did you like that?" "Mmm, very much." Kiva whispered breathily and kissed my cheek. "I love you so much, Alan." "I love you too, love. I'm just hoping we don't have a heart attack before we share a small little cabin for two for a couple of weeks." "Only to have a stroke there, mmm?" "Well, hopefully not, but I can't make any promises." Kiva kissed me, "Neither can I. Oh, Alan, I'm so looking forward to this honeymoon." "I don't think we're going to leave the bed for a long time." Kiva chuckled and laid her my head on her shoulder, "Thank god for room service and moist towelettes, or we'd waste so much time not having rough, freaky sex." "Mmm, I hope the rooms are soundproof, no, I hope they're not. I want everyone to hear me, hear me beg, hear me scream. Hear that I'm owned by such a loving master." I smirked and kissed her brow, "That's assuming your master will allow you to make a sound to begin with, love." Kiva's eyes unfocused for a minute before she sighed and breathed into my ear, "I might die, but it will be with a smile on my face." I smiled and reached behind her and entwined our fingers, the ring on my finger feeling curiously warm and heavy, and I couldn't stop a goofy grin from stealing onto my face, or Kiva from kissing my neck, nibbling on my ear, and whispering all the naughty things she would do to me once we got alone. We held hands for the rest of the reception, until the sun waned and dipped behind the hills, and we walked down the concrete sidewalk to the waiting rented limo, showered with clumps of birdseed. Kiva giggled as we piled into the limousine, wiping off birdseed that had gotten in her hair and stuck to her sweaty skin. "Do we have to worry about making a mess in here?" "No--well, within reason." I corrected myself, shaking my head and smiling as I felt birdseed fall into my lap. "Oh, honey." Kiva said, and crawled into my lap. "I love you." She kissed me and laced our hands together, "but I think now's a good time to talk about Sarah." "Now?" "Now, dear. She wants to join in." "But, Kiva. I dunno. What if I get her pregnant?" "Mmm, well if she wants to keep it. She's so ready for you, Master; she'll find a way to get you to fuck her like she wants. She'll prance around the house in skimpier and skimpier clothes, until she's just wearing a thong, on her back rubbing her wet cunt begging you to fuck her like her mom gets fucked every night." "God that's so hot." "She has the same sex starved cunt as I do, she's always sliding her fingers up her snatch at the slightest excuse. if you don't take her first, she'll use her body against you, until you collapse and fuck her like an animal." Kiva smiled, "She is my daughter after all." "But, honey, what about jealousy? What would you think if I had you tied down and gagged, while I fuck her over you, helplessly watching your daughter's face contort with pleasure as I ram my cock into her again and again, listening to your daughter moan and beg for my cock like a prick-teasing whore?" "Oh master." Kiva sighed, "Do you love her?" "Do I what?" "Do you love her?" "I do. She's a smart kid." "No, do you love her like a wife, or like another woman." "Do you mean do I want to have raunchy fantastic sex the rest of my life while I grow old with her?" "Yes, my husband." "No. There's only one woman in existence that I'd ever want to grow old with... too bad I married you." "You shit!" Kiva said and hit my arm. "Ow! Spousal abuse! Spousal abuse!" I yelped and rocked away. Kiva rocked with me and kissed my arm, "That's why I won't be jealous. She'll move on. Find some guy, like I did, and be in love just like I am." "Are you sure? You know I'd rather kill myself than ever hurt you, dear." Kiva smiled and kissed me, her arms going around to hold me, "As long as you think like that, you'll never hurt me." "Besides the things we do in the bedroom." Kiva giggled, "Besides those wonderful things you do to me." Kiva released me and reached for the phone on the other side of me, "Let me call Sarah and tell her the good news." "Did you see where she got off to?" I asked, as Kiva straddled my legs and dialed. She smiled naughtily at me, a splayed hand on my chest, "Her friend from college and her were going at it on the altar, like we were, hon." "Oh, heh. Not going to forget that any time soon." Kiva grinned lazily, "Sarah? Yes... No... No... Here let me put you on speaker phone." "Mom?" Sarah's voice, slightly out of breath came tinnily through the speaker "Yes, dear. Your father's here too." "Hey kiddo." "Hi Dad." Sarah said as someone moaned lustily. "Who's with you?" I asked, curious. "Brittany, my dorm mate." "And why is she moaning?" "Because I'm fucking my little bitch's dripping cunt with my ten inch strap on." "Is Brittany that slut you made lick your pussy?" Kiva asked, laying on me and slowly rubbing her sex on my leg. "Uh huh. Chained her to the wall of the shower and made her lick the women's swim team too. You liked that, didn't you bitch? They used you for hours." "Yes, mistress!" "Mistress?" "Yeah, the little bitch's been calling me that ever since I tied her to the bed and used her like my own personal fuck toy for a weekend. Mmm, isn't that right, bitch? I made you wear that strap on and I loved sucking on your nipples and fucking myself on your big plastic cock for hours. Beth loved making you lick her, something about forcing your face into her pussy by the hair she really got off on. You didn't want to admit you liked it, did you?" "No, mistress." "But you did like it. You loved seeing me and Beth fuck each other on you, you loved being used like a toy, didn't you? Beth liked it. Beth wanted to keep you all for yourself. Wanted to have that tongue of yours buried deep in her every night, and waking her up every morning. You know what I told beth?" "No mistress." "I told her to get a ex-cheerleader fuck slave of her own, Brittany was my property." Brittany sighed lustily, "That's when I had you wear that chastity belt, and that collar. You're mine now, aren't you bitch?" "Yes misstressss, I'm your little fuck slave." "Hold on, let me open the window." There was a squeak and a rattle, "Now, tell everyone what you are." "Ugh! I'm Sarah's big titted fuck slave! I like it when Sarah whores my body out to other women! I loved being fucked like a little bitch in heat! I love being slapped like the dirty little whore that I am! My name isn't Brittany Jacobs, it's Sarah's bitch! I'm a filthy whore that deserves to live on my knees!" "So our little daughter has her own slave, does she? did you know about this?" "For months now. Our daughter is not the sweet innocent little child you might have thought. She gave me her as my birthday present for a weekend, weren't you?" "Yes mistress!" "Mistress?" "I couldn't help it, she was so... slave-y. I just gave her orders, and treated her like how I wanted to be treated, and she loved it, didn't you?" "Very much so mistress!" "Like father, like daughter...?" "Very much so. Brittany, your mistress now has a master, his name is Alan, do you understand?" "Yes mistress." "Say hello to the little cunt, master." "Hi Brittany, I look forward to meeting you when I get back." "I do too, master." "Why are you calling me master, Brittany?" "Sarah told me what a fucking stud you are, sir, and I want to be part of your harem, sir." "Sarah? Have you been telling stories?" "Only the truth, daddy." "Brittany?" "Yes master?" "Tell me about yourself." "I'm an ex cheerleader, I'm a stripper at a 'gentleman's club' in the city, I'm an amateur model, and I help Sarah with the website." "Wait, what site?" "Sarah's porn site, on the web. Didn't you know?" Kiva paused, "My daughter is a porn star?" "Yes mommy, I was going to tell you, but... it never came up." Sarah said guiltily. "We'll talk about this later." Kiva said sternly, "Brittany, describe yourself. If you were naked, your feet tied together, your hands tied behind your back, what would all of us see." "You'd see my long brown hair that comes to my waist, my big brown eyes, my cute little nose, my breasts, my long, athletic legs." "No, you're skipping something, you've been a bad girl. Sarah describe her for me, and punish her." "Oof, roll over, slut. You disobeyed your master!" Sarah paused, and I heard the crack of flesh meeting flesh, "I said now, bitch! Good girl, you have such a spankable ass, you know that? How many, master?" "Ten, each cheek. Make her count, if she obeys, she may come any way she likes. If not, then have the roughest sex you can with her." "God, yes master!" "So describe her to me." "She's a hottie, master. She's put on a little weight, but she looks better because of it. Her breasts are high and plump, she has these pale little nipples that you can barely see, except when she's wet, then they're two dark little rocks, and they're extremely suckable. Her ass is round and soft, and our lesbian teacher/student act on stage never fails to get the guys to lose their money. She has this innocence to her, even when she's on her knees begging for a savage fucking. I love licking her, she tastes so sweet." "Would she be a good addition to the harem?" "Oh yes master. She's dreamed of it since I've known her. She would come home from dates telling me how she wished he would just make her satisfy him orally when they went to a drive-through or in a movie theater. Or to follow her into the bathroom at a restaurant and fuck her on the counter, making her lick out anyone that asked." "When she gets back we can talk about it. Give her the phone." "Yes master? Five!" "This is what happens when you disobey me. Are you sure you want to become a part of my harem? Maybe get even more? Be tied up and molested by Sarah, Kiva, and me? Being a part of my harem means having sex when I want it. Whenever, wherever, however I want it. I can be rough and demanding, or gentle and kind, but it's when I decide. Are you sure you want that?" "In every way, master -- Eight! I can't stand men that -- Nine! -- don't know what they want, or -- Ten! -- can't take what they want from me -- One!" "I might ask you to do the most perverted things to yourself, call you the most degrading things. I might tell you to masturbate yourself at work, tell you to work your fingers in and out of your tight wet hole at your desk while I'm on the phone telling you how I'm going to use your body sexually for my needs when you get off work. I might use you like a cum rag and make you wear it for the day." "Oh -- three! -- master! I have to tell you -- four! -- your little whore has to tell you -- five! -- something..." "What is it my pet?" "I'm a little pain slut! -- Seven! -- I have dreams of being owned mind, body, and soul by a strong man! -- Eight! -- of being used like a dirty fucking whore by a group of men! -- Nine! -- and being a slave to my master's every whim every moment of the day! -- ten! -- God, fuck me Sarah, fuck me hard! Harder! I've been a bad girl Sarah, I've disobeyed my master, punish me! Fuck me in my ass! Don't be gentle just fuck me! Fuuuck! Oh! Oh! Ow! Yeah! Ow! Fucking hurts so good! Fuck my naughty ass you fucking daddy's whore!" "You little slut!" I heard Sarah hiss. Brittney howled, and moaned, "Yeah, like that you bitch! Daddy's going to love fucking my pussy more than yours! Fuck me harder. Harder! Make me beg for it, you fucking cunt! " "Is this want you want? To be part of my harem? To serve me sexually whenever I want it? To be owned like an animal?" "Yes daddy! Teach me! Fuck me! Breed me! Own me in every depraved way! Mark me, make me wear a collar like a dog! Whip, beat, God, fuck me! Order me, master! Tell me what to do!" "Mmm, does my submissive little pussy want to come like a whore all over my nice... big... cock...?" "Yes! Fuck! Yesss fuck me harder master! I need to be punished! I nneeeed to coooome! Please, master, allow your pussy to come? Please. Please! I'll do anything! I'll live with you. I'll be your own personal slave. Pleeease maaaster!" The Wedding Ch. 03 I paused, and then growled huskily, "Then come. Come for your master. Come all over my cock, slut!" "Oh god, oh fuck, yes, oh Jesus I'm coming, I'm so fucking--" Brittany's rising squeal cut off with a click. "Oh god, Alan, fuck me." Kiva begged, grinding herself against my leg. "Now?" I asked, tapping a button on the phone to shut the speakerphone off. "Oh god, yes, I never thought I wanted my husband to have a harem, but if they're all like that, then god yes. My husband will never masturbate again in his life. There will always be a mouth or a pussy ready for him. And when I'm pregnant, there will be times I can't, so getting seven of the most willing, most needy, fuck starved women for you makes sense." "Seven?" "One for each day of the week." "What about you?" "I'm my husband's wife. I get you anytime I want to. I make sure their pussies are wet, their bodies are clean, and their mouths are hungry for their master's cock. And if they don't perform well enough, I'll be the one to discipline them." "It sounds like they should move in." "Oh, master, seven perpetually wet pussies and one cock under one roof? Mmm, I like the sound of that. We'd spend a fortune in batteries alone." I kissed Kiva strongly, "And of course, they'd have to service you any time you needed it. Seven young, extremely fuckable women to bend to your will, to make them slaves to our bodies, as you make them slaves to their desires. You might even have to take them to work with you. Have them act as your assistants, except these assistants spend most of their time on their knees, worshipping your body with their mouths, their tongues, their fingers. Wouldn't that be nice?" "Oh god, that sounds so hot. Only I'd want to be chained naked to your desk, and you'd call in the most hottest office sluts you had and force me to fuck them while you filmed it. They'd be so rough, slapping my ass, and calling me names, telling me what a whore I was, before they'd pull my tongue from their juicy pussy and beg you to fuck them like your wife, your whore, gets fucked every night." "Would you watch, or would you join in?" "Oh, I'd join in. While you can fuck them, only I get to kiss you. I'd ram my pussy into their face and order them to do a good job or I'd punish her. You'd fuck her pussy roughly, not caring about her pleasure as we made love to each other, kissing and licking and worshipping each other's body." "Mmm, my slave's such a kinky slut." "You love it." "Every day in every way. But your master has an order for you." "Yes?" "After this one time, you may not orgasm unless I specifically allow it. Or until I rescind this order, understand?" "Yes master!" "I think I haven't tasted this enough." I said, running a light finger over her vulva. "Don't you agree?" "I... dunno." Kiva said breathily, "It might be too much for you." "Maybe too much for any other man. The question becomes, how do you want to finish? You only have one free time. The others, unless I allow it, I'll have to punish you severely for." "I think I've deserve to ride my stallion." "You think you deserve?! ...well, you might be right this time. But first..." I said and dove down. Planting kisses along the curve of her neck, around her breasts, down her abdomen before running a wet tongue around the outer edges of her vulva. I liked her taste, I decided. She tasted a little bitter, a little sweet, and she was delightfully responsive, and after a minute, Kiva whined in frustration as I merely explored with my tongue, moving around like a humming bird, and Kiva kept panting harder and harder, her hands taloning and scratching the seats, wanting to make me go to the right place, and stay there. "Oh master, master please fuck me! Take me! I want your cock, not your tongue! Take your slutty wife to heaven! FUCK me!" I growled, jumped up, and grabbed her around the waist and turned ourselves over, so the was sliding down my chest as she moaned, "God yes, like just that." I put my hands behind my head and swallowed the urge to make love to her mouth, her breasts, her body with my tongue, instead growling, "You wanted my cock, there it is. Prove you're my wife. Tell me... show me what you do to my cock when it gets hard." "Oh master, of course." Kiva said, and sat up, reached back, aimed it and then slowly sank down on it. "Since my master isn't telling me how fast to go, his slave decides to go slow, to enjoy this one last orgasm before she has to beg her master for them like the out of control fuck slave she is." So we made love slowly, almost torturously slowly, I couldn't hold it any longer, and my hands came up and stroked her skin, running lightly over her flesh, occasionally brushing off birdseed. It was a hour and a half drive from the church, to Kiva's apartment, and in that time, Kiva spent is slowly torturing us. I wanted to grab her, flip her over, and fuck her roughly, but I enjoyed the time allowed to kiss and lick every part of her I could reach. I wasn't fucking; I was making love to my wife -- slow, languid, tortuous love, but worth it all the same. "Too bad we're leaving this place, I would have liked to make you take out the trash in high-heels and panties, with a large humming vibrator tenting the lace out, make you swim in that bikini you have, make you beg and moan and scream so loud, everyone knows what you are." "Oh, god, yes. You're such a nasty man! Subverting innocent little girls with your big penis! Making them think only of their wet, --ugh!-- hungry --ugh!-- pussies!" Kiva chastised slamming down hard twice, before laying on me and crooning into my ear, "Bad Alan... I guess you'll have to settle for fucking me in every one of my holes, over and over, until I pass out from exhaustion. After all, I'm the maiden sent to slay the big bad sex dragon, but you can never kill a dragon, only sate its hunger for a little while." "Too bad, it might take a harem of maidens." "Only the best, the sexiest maidens working his big thick penis in and out of their tight wet holes every moment of every day can hope to keep the dragon from destroying the village." "What if one of them gets pregnant after a marathon sex session?" "Then of course they stay to raise the dragon, who will only need his own harem to satisfy him every moment of every day, just like his stud father. Soon there won't be any men in the village, only insatiable sex dragons, with their constantly hard, drooling penises and their insatiable come-covered fuck slaves sucking and fucking them of every moment of every day." "What if someone refused to worship her sex dragon's constantly hard oozing fuck sticks?" "Oh honey! The sex dragon would of course drag her to the center of town, and chain her in a large tub, and all the sex dragon men will have their sluts make them cum all over her, coating her in their supernatural seed which, of course is a super aphrodisiac, turning the most die-hard lesbian into a cock hungry whore! But the virility of the sex dragons is not to be denied! Soon the level of sticky goo will rise, and she'll be forced to drink the potent brew, or drown in thick creamy semen she refused. And that's when the change will happen." "Change her into what? Even more of a slut?" "Oh, yes. That much magic soaking into her skin, in her stomach will change her, alter her into a form more pleasing to the eye, her hips will widen, her skin will soften and tighten, her breasts will balloon outward, her entire body will be changed, along with her mind, until she's a amazonian super-whore, her very body alone would inspire any man to fuck her senseless, but her mind has been changed along with her body, turning her insane with lust, she lives to be taken, to be used, and she can't help but tease every person she meets, to make every cock achingly stiff, and to make passion overrule reason as every man rushes to take her, rut with her, breed her fertile body. And then her master, previously content to watch turns her over in the lake of semen, and mounts her as she begs like a bitch in heat, only to be brought to heel by his inhuman cock as he fills her with his potent sperm, forever cementing his ownership. Now only he can satisfy her perpetual need for cock." "This changed, the sultry amazonian nympho slut is given back to her sex dragon master, since she can't survive without her master's cock pounding into her always sopping pussy, or being splattered with her master's thick load, or drinking her master's delicious semen from anywhere she can suck, or lick it from." "Don't dragons live for centuries?" "Yes, and their semen is an elixir of youth, fountaining from his fleshy fuckstick every time a good little slave makes him come. It's a common misconception that dragons have hordes of riches, when in face they have rich cock-starved whores." "You just described yourself, honey." "Of course I did, I wasn't made--I was born to satisfy your every single desire, no matter how depraved it is." Her hands caressed my face tenderly, lovingly, before she kissed me passionately. "And you were born to satisfy every one of mine, my love." The wheels of the limo slowed, the KFC on the corner loomed large, and I moaned, near insane with lust, "Oh, fuck, we're on the last turn off. Does my little cunt want me to come in her pussy, or spray her fucking face?" Her hips sped up, her movments getting rougher, wilder, more out of control, "Your whore wants you to knock her up. I want my stomach to swell with your child, I want you to fuck my ass and force my face into Sarah's cunt as we plan to turn our daughter into a raging cock-hungry nympo, like her mom." I grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back, kissing and nibbling her exposed neck, "I'd like to take my time with you," I kissed her again on her open lips loving the feel of her hot breath washing over me, "but I have to knock you up. Now we aren't leaving this limo until I'm satisfied." I kissed her again and let go. Kiva leaned back, her hands on my knees to support her, my hands circling around her waist to control the speed, and ferocity as she looked at me with heavy lidded eyes as her breasts jumped and swayed crazily with every thrust. I wanted to scream, to bellow my love, but instead I head myself talking, babbling, "God you're so beautiful. And no other man will see you like this, Kiva, and when I'm old and gray, you're going to be just as beautiful to me. I love the way you move, I love the way you talk, I love your depraved little mind, and l love how you eyes light up when you smile, how you chew your lip when you're thinking, how your eyes flash fire when you're angry. And you're now my wife. I don't own you Kiva, you own me. We own each other. Together, forever. Through the good times, and the bad times. I take you, Kiva, to be my wife to have and to hold, through whatever life can through at us until the end of time. Do you, Kiva take me to be your husband, to have and to hold, through whatever life can through at us until the end of time?" "Oh yes, my husband! Where were you all of my life? We missed so many years we could have been together. So many opportunities squandered, so many things not done. We've got a lot of catching up to do." "I don't think we're going to leave the hotel, are we?" "I don't even think we're going to leave my bedroom for a few...weeks." "What do you think I am, woman? Super human?" "No, but are you willing to find out?" "God! Yesssss!" I groaned and grabbed her hips and lifting her off the ground and holding her there by the force of my orgasm, my eyes rolling back in my head as I saw stars. I was going to die in bed, all right. But I couldn't think of a better way to go. We leaned on each other as we staggered up the stairs to her apartment, giggling and tickling each other as we weaved to the door, and then though. Kiva gasped in surprise as she looked around at her bare apartment. "We've been robbed! They took everything... including that crappy chair you... broke? What kind of retarded thieves take broken chairs!?" "No, no. A few friends came by to move you out of your apartment this morning." "A few friends?" "Most of our families and friends." "Where did they put it all?" I smirked, and pulled her close, breathing into her ear, "I moved some money around, and I bought this wonderful little house for us. The one you said you loved but could never afford? It's my gift to you." "Oh Alan." "Don't 'Oh Alan' me quite yet. It needs some renovation, and the mortgage will take years of hard work to pay off, but we almost definitely own it. And, I figured with our new life needed a new home to start in," I ran a hand across her stomach, "Something our children can grow up in. You've given me so much, my love. I just wanted to give you something back. Something permanent, so when we grow old, and we forget what sex is, we can always have the house, and each other." "If we grow old. Oh, you wonderful, wonderful man, you have no idea what you've done to me, what you've given me. You are the greatest thing that's ever happened to me, you know that? I don't care where we live, as long as it's with you. And I don't think we're ever going to forget about sex, dear." "Noo, no, I think we'll fuck our brains out, literally. Driven catatonic by orgasms." "Not that that's going to stop you, addict." "Hey, I can stop anytime I want to. I just don't want to, when you're so sexy. Now lets get a bath, and change into our clothes, we have a flight to catch." "Where are we going?" "Can't tell you, it's a secret." "Give me a hint." "We have to cross a body of water to get there." "That... means nothing." I smirked, "Thank you, I tried--ow!" Kiva's hand skipped off the back of my head. "You deserved that." I stuck my tongue out, "Meanie." Kiva ran her hands through her hair, "Aaah, I'm so dirty!" "I know." I leered at her. Kiva smirked and walked slowly to the bathroom, her stride more of a primal dance than a saunter, her heels clicking on the wood floors, until she stopped at the open door to the bedroom and grabbed the top of the doorframe and leaned forward and groaned. I was barely able to grunt an interrogative. "Oh, honey. I'm going to be naked in a shower, my skin heated by the hot water, rubbing soap all over my hot, wet body," she turned and leaned back against the door frame, tilting her head back, and thrusting her breasts out, "Little soap suds are going to run between my breasts, and hang precariously off my hard little nipples, before the spray washes them lower," she moaned, her hands tracing the imaginary path down her face, over her lips, down her neck, over her breasts and down between her thighs where it remained. "I dreamed of you in my shower, the two of us running our hands over each other, making sure every little centimeter of skin was clean, the soap running down our panting bodies... making love to each other under the pounding spray, my body pressed against the cool tile wall, your hot, wet body pressed into mine, pinning me to the wall, our hips meeting together again, and again, and again as we lick the water and sweat off our bodies... my husband, will you share a shower with your hot, wet, naked wife?" I think I drooled a little faster in assent. There might have been an abbreviated headbob, but I would never be certain. I was certain of floating through the air after her, her dumbly into the bathroom. We didn't have sex in the shower, as much as I wanted to, the mind was willing, the body was not, alas. And I was mindful of our rapidly approaching departure time, and but Kiva seduced me with her wicked feminine wiles, and we spent an hour and a half exploring each other's bodies with our eyes, and tongue, and fingers, and lips. We worshiped each other there in the bath for a long time, until the water was flaying our skins with ice. We dried each other off, which took some time, as we took our time with each other, and while it wasn't absolutely necessary, we did end up running our hands over the same dry spot more than once. To made sure the other was dry, of course. When we finally emerged, three black gym bags sat in a row n the floor in front of the bathroom door. I picked the left-most one up and separated it, after making sure it was mine; I came behind Kiva and wrapped my arms around her waist. And buried my nose in her hair and sniffed deeply, "I have another surprise for you, Kiva. A test, of sorts." "Oh, what is it?" She asked, leaning back into me. "You see those two bags? They each contain clothing, but you can only wear what is in one bag." "Okay?" "Clothing makes a very powerful first impression. Ever hear of the line, 'clothes make the man'? It's the universal standard we pre-judge people with. Since humans lack decorative plumage, we replaced it with clothing. In these bags is clothing that makes a statement about you, and me." I could no long hold back and planted a line of kisses along her neck. Kiva hummed for a second, before she pulled my head away from her neck, "So... what?" I chuckled, "In one of those bags is a makeup kit, a pair of jeans, a tank-top, panties, a bra, a pair of socks and your favorite sneakers. You would look like anyone else in the world taking a flight to, uh," I paused, barely ruining the surprise, finishing lamely, "wherever we're going, eventually. Perhaps we'd have some hanky panky in the air, maybe we'd find a private spot and join the mile-high club, but to everyone, we're just two newlyweds on their honeymoon, just as normal as normal could be." "And in the other?" "A blindfold, a gag, a pair of black ballet boots, a corset, a latex catsuit, a collar with a steel D ring, four black leather manacles, one for each of your delicious wrists and ankles, two remote control vibrators, a butterfly, two vibrating nipple clamps, all with fresh batteries, a leather chastity belt, and of course, a four foot long leash. The only part of your skin uncovered would be your face. You would not walk anywhere without your master holding your leash, you will not do anything unless your master gives you permission. And I will sexually torture you through out the flight. What message do you think that sends when you're dressed like that, squirming and panting in the seat, everyone will be able to hear all those vibrators purr and hum, and what will they think?" "That I'm a helpless cunt, that I'm my master's little fuck toy." "Hmmm, very good." I chuckled throatily into her ear before nibbling gently on her earlobe, "We have thirty minutes before we have to leave, and I'm going in the other room to change. I'll leave the decision up to you which woman walks onto the plane with me." The Wedding Ch. 03 She lowered her naked body down to Paul's waiting cock looking up at her, anticipating her, throbbing for her. She hungrily kissed him as she slid down him till they touched. She needed Paul inside her, wanting her, telling her that he wanted her, with her believing him. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it back and forth between her dripping, gaping lips. "You want this cock in you don't you?" "Yes," she whispered "How much?" "I want you to make love to me, to cum in me. I want to feel your cock throb and squirt in me, I want your cock to be deep inside me and love me." "You want me to fuck you?" "I want you to make love to me." "You want to be my married slut?" "I want you to be my lover; I want to make you happy, to satisfy you, I want to cum together with you" She felt his hands move to her naked hips and begin pushing down on them as his elbows moved her legs further apart. She felt his cock at her entrance; then slowly entering her. "Do you want me Paul?" "Yes, I want to fuck you like you have never been fucked before" "But do you want me?" She felt his cock head push further into her, then his shaft began pushing up into her as his hands applied more pressure; she felt more of him enter her. He made one final push and he was completely in her. He stood up, picking her up as he was lodged in her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. He walked her to the windows and set her on the window ledge. "Now the men in the hotel are going to get to see me fuck you." "Oh Paul, you feel so good in me; do I feel good to you?" "Oh yah, you are one hot fuck; I'm going to pound you till you cum and then I'm going to pound you some more as those men in the hotel get to watch me bang the hell out of your hot cunt; wishing they were me, wondering if they shouldn't come over here too and get a piece of your hot ass." Paul put his hands on her ass and pulled completely out of her; kneeled down, moving so that her legs were on top of her shoulders and he licked her. She let her head fall back to lean on the window, she closed her eyes and felt his tongue on her, in her. She moved her hands to the back of his head and pulled his head toward her as a moan escaped her lips. "Oh god hon that feels so good; you are so good at that...ooohhh what are you doing...oh god that's good; oh yes..." She felt dizzy as this man expertly licked her pussy in a way she didn't remember feeling before. She was tingling, she was getting warm, and her legs began to shake. She felt her breathing get short as she began to pant. She had never cum with a man's tongue on her. Her normal behavior was that she'd let her man dabble but never for very long until she pulled him off her. This man, this tongue, was somehow different she knew as she felt her orgasm building, her breathing getting quicker. She pulled his head harder into her throbbing pussy and squeezed his head with her legs as she lifted her ass off the window ledge...as she shuddered; and screamed. "Oh, oh, oh god, baby, oh god, yes, yes, don't stop, oh yes, oh god...Paul!" It seemed to her like her orgasm lasted for several minutes before her heart beat returned to a reasonable rhythm. He rose toward her, pushing her ass back on the ledge and passionately kissed her, their tongues exploring each other. As he kissed her he pushed his cock head back into her waiting pussy. "You want to feel my cock back in you don't you baby." "Yes", she whispered. She felt him push into her and in one motion he was completely in her. He pulled back out and pushed into her again. "Look down at your pussy baby and watch my cock fuck that hot married red haired pussy of yours." She did as she was told and watched his cock push into her, pull out and push into her again. She watched her lips wrapped around his thick slimy shaft; her juices lubricating him as he began picking up speed. She watched her breasts, moving wildly with each thrust of his cock. She felt her heels dig into his ass as she instinctively pulled him closer to her. She grabbed his face and kissed him as he began drilling her pussy, almost savagely as she moaned into his mouth. "There are dozens of men in that hotel now watching us you know. They have guessed by now that we are two strangers fucking each other. They have figured out that you are a hot cunt that I picked up for the sole purpose of fucking in front of them to show them what they could be doing to you and will be doing to you if only they want to; if only they get their cocks over here so they can take their turn with you. You want that don't you?" "No Paul, I only want you." "No, my hot married slut you want them in you too. I've let the cougar loose and when a man walks in here, any man you will let them fuck you." "No." Her mind was doing somersaults. Was Paul serious? Would he really let men walk in here and fuck her? What if he did? What if lots of men walked in and they all wanted to fuck her. What if they didn't listen to her? What if Paul didn't." She looked up hazily at his face as he continued to pound in and out of her. He was greedily watching her, taking her, pounding her with but one thought; that of cumming in her as much and as often as he could; of using her as his fuck toy; for himself and for any others that he chose. "Get off me Paul." "I'm not done yet." "Yes you are, get off me!" "In a minute, I haven't cum yet, and I'm getting close." She put her hands on his chest and pushed as hard as she could. He stumbled backwards and fell out of her. She dropped down off the ledge and took a step toward her clothing. "I'm not done with you yet." He grabbed her hips and spun her around. She caught herself by the window ledge to keep from falling as she felt his cock enter her from behind. He pushed her forward until her left cheek was pushed against the window. "Now those men are really going to see me fuck your cunt!" "Please don't!" He grabbed her hips pulling her toward him as his balls slapped against her ass with each forward thrust. "Paul...don't!" "Quiet bitch...I'm fucking my married cock loving slut till I've unloaded my balls inside her!" She pushed against the window sill pushing him once again off her. "Paul, I'm done, you have to stop this!" She ran over to her clothes, grabbing her shorts and pulling them onto her. She grabbed her t-shirt and room key and ran toward the door. She took a quick look over her shoulder seeing him standing there with a stunned look on his face. "Wait, I'm sorry...I'm sorry, wait..." She let the door close behind her as she ran toward the elevator. The elevator was still on the same floor and opened immediately. Closing the door behind her she pushed the button for the ground floor as she stood there clutching her t-shirt. As the elevator whirred on its way down she gathered her senses and pulled the t-shirt over her head and down her body just ahead of the elevator reaching its destination. She walked out of the elevator and leaned against the adjacent wall and closed her eyes as the doors closed behind her. "What was I thinking" she whispered to herself. She decided she needed air and so proceeded through the lobby and out into the cool breezes of the late night air. It was quiet and the air felt good; smelled good. She closed her eyes again breathing the midnight air deep into her lungs. "Hi." She opened her eyes to a man approaching her. "Nice night isn't it" She just looked at him. "Out to get a little air?" She just nodded as he walked up to her. She looked at him. He looked harmless. He looked middle aged. He was balding a bit with a little extra weight at his middle but didn't look like an axe murderer or anything, and besides she was just outside the open hotel doors so she felt safe. "You look like you just got back from a run or something." "I don't have any shoes on" "Oh, or perhaps a workout; maybe lifting weights?" She snapped her head up at him; wondering... "What if he..." She noticed his smile widen as she felt his eyes on her body. Her nipples must surely be poking through her t-shirt in this cool air she thought. "You're her aren't you?" She knew she should just turn around and go back into the hotel, but she just had to know. "Her who?" "The woman upstairs." "Upstairs?" "Yes, the beautiful woman I've been watching in the weight room for the last twenty minutes." That is when she noticed the bulge in his pants. "Oh my god" she thought as she realized that this man in front of her had been watching Paul fucking her; getting turned on by it; watching her run from the room and wondering if that provided an opening for him. She looked up as her eyes met his. She had been caught lingering too long eyeing his pants. He broke into a smile. "We were just hanging out tonight when one of my buds noticed you. I gotta tell you, you are the hottest woman any of us has seen naked and watching you take that guy like that was just way too much for any of us. I volunteered to run over here to see if you wouldn't like to join us for awhile. My two buddies wanted to come with but I promised I'd get you to come back with me if I found you. You wouldn't want to make a liar out of me would you?" She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She seemed frozen in place, not sure what to do or say. She was appalled; offended; feeling somehow exposed and naked. And yet, somehow she wasn't moving. The Wedding Ch. 03 I gagged as Kev slid his cock down into my throat. I had had enough training from Peter in the last few months to be able to take it now without too much difficulty, but the setting disgusted me, in a small back room in the church and just before my wedding! Kev held my head in his hands and tipped it back so that I was looking up at him through my tears. He grinned down at me and spat, a gob of his spit landing on my forehead, so appropriately showing how the two men using me saw me, as nothing but a cum dump for their pleasure. He sneered, revealing fine teeth and took a finger and gently rubbed the spit over my forehead as if telling me that although he might not have access to my womanhood, he was still going to brand me in his way. Even worse for me was the fact that I could feel you behind me, my wedding dress pushed up and that big cock of yours at the gateway to my womanhood. The bastard, I thought, you knew full well I was not on the pill, as my future husband and I had been planning to start our married life by creating our own family. Little did my Andrew know that his best man, the man who had ingratiated himself into his life, was enjoying his bride to be behind his back and had even been whoring her out before the wedding! I was only relieved he had insisted on my "clients" wearing protection! I mumbled and spluttered trying to protest as I was so scared someone might have a key and manage to get in. I froze in horror as I felt you rub the tip of your hard cock against my pussy and tease my bud, rubbing it and pressing the head of your cock against it. I tried to shout out, as I could tell you were wearing no condom and your cock was already wet and leaking in your excitement. I stupidly took in a breath to speak but chocked on the cock in my mouth, spluttering, sending a few flecks of saliva flying onto Kev's dark trousers. He grabbed my hair and tipped back my head again, looking down at me and shaking his head sadly, mocking me. "Haven't you been taught not to speak with your mouth full, slut?" I squirmed, somehow trying to escape, but knowing there was none and Kev smiled as he saw his friend slowly ease his cock into me, and thrust with his hips forward with a sharp jab, making me squeal and buck in horror at being fucked bareback without any protection whatsoever. My mind was racing, surely he would just pull out when he was close and then humiliate me by ejaculating over my backside. The small wooden table on which I had been bent over rocked and creaked a little as you slammed into me, holding my hips and thrusting your big cock in and out of me. I gripped the sides of the table tightly. It hurt still as I was keeping myself as tight down there as I possibly could with special exercises, as I know you enjoyed spearing me and liked "a nice juicy tight cunt" as you put it. "Bet Andrew doesn't give you a porking like this, eh?" you almost groaned in my ear as you bent over and kissed the back of my neck. I felt a sudden hard smack on my buttocks and a curse from you. "Lift up your arse, you stupid whore. I want good access to that cunt of yours." I tried pushing my backside up and felt you hold my hips and drive down into me further accompanied by a gasp of pleasure from you. "Fucking better, you slut!" You turned to Kev and with a sneer on your face added, "You may have lost your blue knickers, but I will make sure you are a bit blue down there." And with that you slammed violently into me making me scream as your pelvic bone came into contact with me, hitting my body hard and hurting me with the force of impact. Again and again you did it, holding my hips and hauling me back violently onto your rutting cock, forcing it up deep into me, uncaring for the discomfort and pain I was in, even enjoying my moans and sobs, muffled as they were by the slobbering on Kev's cock as it worked my mouth. "Fuck, Pete," Kev grunted, "You mean to say that from tonight and from now on that stupid wimp is getting this piece of fuck meat to enjoy?" You looked at him and saw his eyes roll in ecstasy as he pushed to and fro in my face, the slurping slobbering sucking making your own cock twitch and tingle in pleasure. You grinned and looked down at my back and at your cock as it ploughed in and out of my pussy, wetly glistening in our pre cum, your balls hot and heavy swaying and slapping against my body. "Wait and see, Kev," you smirked, panting at the exertion, continuing, "fucking wimp boy's weener will probably be too tired after the excitement of his wedding today!" You gave an evil laugh and ground against my body, pushing me forward as I tried to understand what you meant by that, but uncomfortably pushing my face right up into Kev's sweaty crotch, his wiry pubic hairs scratching my nose, his cock distending my throat, which fought to expel the intruder and only succeeded in massaging it, causing him to stifle a moan of delight. You slapped my arse again hard and painfully, as you eased your cock from my hole and slammed back in, seeing in delight my body tensing, as you two men shunted it to and fro between you. You sneered in delight as you saw me shudder, my body shaking, shivering as it told you of my approaching orgasm, then a wail, muffled and long as I climaxed. I almost blacked out as my whole body seemed to flow out of me, my mind just feeling my womanhood excited and ravished by my master's manhood. Sobbing wildly, my juices flowing down over his rutting cock as Kev also reached his climax and holding my head, started spasming in my mouth his cock suddenly twitching and swelling, sending a thick creamy load spurting down my throat. He pulled back and started jacking in it as he squirted another heavy rope of cum over my tongue, splattering against the back of my mouth, followed by another. "Swallow, bitch," he croaked, his eyes shut as his face screwed up as if in pain. His mouth open, teeth clenched, cumming hard. You looked on amused as your best friend's face relaxed and he slowly opened his eyes, his breath short sharp but slowing. "Fuck that was good!" he gasped, grinning at you, slowly pulling his cock from my mouth and looking down at me, ordering me to clean him up. A dribble of cum slowly started running down my chin as I slowly lapped weakly at Kev's slowly deflating cock, all the time being fucked by you, the table rocking and skidding sometimes on the floor. I could not hold his cock as I needed both hands to steady myself by holding the table, but Kev held it and made me lick around the head and down the shaft, until all that could be seen was a wet cock, glistening with my saliva. Suddenly a knock at the door startled us and the latch lifted, but unable to get in the person on the other side called out, "Alright, darling?" a female voice called out. I felt a wave of cold terror course through my body and then felt your breath hot in my ear as you whispered to me to call out I would be ready in a minute. "Fine thanks, Mum," I gasped, desperately trying to steady my breathing, "just going to finish getting ready now," I stifled a groan as a wave of pleasure ran through my body as you continued to fuck me. I was terrified that the sweaty slap, slap of our rutting bodies would be audible to anyone behind the door! "I will open the door in a minute," I fought hard to keep my breathless voice as normal as possible, "when I am ready." I continued, "I want to surprise you all." "We'll fucking make sure of that, cunt!" Kev sniggered and stuck a finger in my mouth and I closed my lips around it suckling on it, fighting to control myself and not scream at all.. "Better get a move on then slut," I heard you snort as you grunted and ground hard into me. "Here's my wedding gift, bitch, a nice load of cum from a real man's cock -- and maybe even a little Peter in nine months." I almost screamed as I felt you stab up into me hard and hold your cock hard in me, pushing, twitching as I felt a warm wet load spurt into me, filling me, flooding me. I heard you moan and pump, emptying another heavy wave of cum into me, squirting and humping, enjoying my defencelessness. You collapsed over me, the table creaking and causing Kev to raise his eyebrows in concern in case it collapsed under us. You stayed there for a minute, enjoying the tight wetness of your conquest before pulling out and hurriedly standing in front of me so that you could be cleaned up in your turn. But you had not done with me yet. Before making me lick off your cock you quickly opened a little blue box in which nestled the lovely wedding ring which my future husband was to place on my finger. Holding it right in front of my eyes you proceeded to stroke your cock and milk out a dollop of sperm which dripped down over the golden ring and formed a pool in hollow, where it lay, coating the ring in a creamy mess. I stupidly opened my mouth to protest at this and you stuffed your cock in, telling me to get a fuck on and clean you up as you had to get out to Andrew. I lapped on the head and was made to slurp up the creamy deposit before licking down the shaft and making sure your manhood was glistening in my saliva. Quickly zipping up, you beckoned to Kev to follow you and you both left the way we had come in, leaving me to clean up as best I could. I slowly stood up holding my dress up so that it would not get into contact with the sperm which was already oozing from my wet gash. I shuddered to think that I was no longer protected and that actually my most fertile time was due around the wedding. I wondered if there was any chance of getting to a chemists and getting that pill for the day after or whatever it was. I had no idea about it but had heard something like that was on the market. I fought down a wave of panic and looked around for something to clean myself. I cursed as you had only left one single paper tissue lying on the small "make-up" table and I knew looking at myself in the mirror that my make up would have to take priority. I couldn't go down the aisle looking like this! I spat on the paper tissue and did my best to repair the smudged mascara and put on some fresh and some eye make up covering the tears and havoc wrought earlier. I don't know how I did it but looking at myself in the little mirror I had done a reasonable job but not perfect. I looked at the grimy tissue and was just about to wipe between my legs when another knock at the door, this time more urgent, made me go over and unlock it, opening it just wanting to say hang on I will be ready in a minute, but I was being fetched and didn't have any more time to clean up. Feeling so uncomfortable and sticky between my legs I hoped that nobody would get too close to me to smell my breath and that the sperm would not soak through the dress in any way. I would have to hold my breath when I kissed my husband and just hope that he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. I heard the wedding march start and I was slowly lead down to the altar and to my awaiting new husband. * If there is a positive response, then Claudia faces further humiliation at the reception in Part 4. Please feel free to comment, vote and get in touch if you enjoyed this. The Wedding Ch. 03 He was on his fourth pint when she walked in. It was Colleen, out of her dress and just in jeans and a blouse. She didn't see him as she ordered a drink and found a seat. At first Dave was relieved, he started sneak out before she saw him. But he stopped himself, he realised that he didn't want to run. He'd wallowed in self-pity long enough he deserved an explanation from her as well. Fighting hard to keep his nerve, he marched over to her table and plonked down in the seat opposite her. "Dave!" she squeaked, she hadn't noticed him until he sat down, "What are you doing here?" "What do you think I'm doing here? This is what you wanted after all, right?" he had tried to remain calm with Sarah but he was too drunk now and he had too much pent up frustration with Colleen. "Oh right, I see. Well at least Sarah finally told you." "Oh no! Don't give me that Colleen. You're not getting out of this by trying to side with me. You're at fault here too." "I'm know! I swear. I'm sorry Dave, I really am but can we not do this now..." "Oh I'm sorry, will I ruin your wedding if I get you upset? Well maybe you should have..." "NO!" she screamed. "...eh, sorry?" Dave's anger was briefly outstipped by confusion, he had not anticipated this outburst. "No you won't ruin the wedding." she had started to cry. "Em...ok. Wait. What?" This was not going how Dave had imagined in his head. Colleen was supposed to be defensive or apologetic at this point but she just sounded angry. "Why the fuck do you think I'm drinking alone the night before my wedding?" The clogs weren't turning fast enough in Dave's confused brain so she answered for him. "The wedding's off." He hadn't noticed when he'd sat down but looking at her properly now he could see that her eyes were raw red, she'd obviously been crying a lot. He thought hard for a second and finally realised what was happening. "Because of what happened? Because now I know?" She gave him an exasperated look but realised she wasn't going to get away without explaining. "No. Well yeah, kind of. I mean my heart was never in the wedding, it was a distraction. For him too, we never admitted it but we were both just trying to forget past flames. I couldn't go through with it after what happened earlier and he didn't put up too much resistance, we both realised it was a bad idea." This wasn't abating Dave's anger just it was worrying him on top of it, making him scared and bitter. "So are you going to leave with Sarah then? Did you two work this all out at the hen? May as well kick me while I'm down in the shit, I suppose. You can't hurt me much more." "What?" she looked mildly confused and deeply offended, "Of course not. I'm not even talking to that bitch. Did you not witness that fight earlier? And do you not remember the fight we had at the hen night? Do you really think that night ended with us planning to run away together? Or do you think that was some elaborate act? I mean even if we were that evil and had that little respect for you, why the fuck would we even go to all that trouble?" Dave had to admit he'd forgotten how the hen night ended. He'd had a whole conspiracy worked out in his mind but he now realised it was ridiculously paranoid. He was now stumped, it had taken the wind out of his sail. Colleen noticed the confusion. "Holy shit. That's stupid bitch didn't tell you everything did she." she was actually giggling through the tears at this, "She is hopeless." "Well she told me you two fucked and I couldn't really deal with listening to anything after that so I left. Why? Did something happen afterwards?" "We did sleep together and I'm truly sorry about that, I think maybe because we'd all done it before we thought..." "Yeah yeah, I've had that bullshit excuse from Sarah already. Just tell me whatever you're still hiding from me." "Sorry, you're right it is bullshit. We were just wrong." she did look genuinely regretful, "Afterwards I felt guilty, we both did. Sarah started to panic, freaking out over what she'd done to you. She started to blame me, implied that I'd gotten her drunk and seduced her on purpose. She tried to get me to take the blame. I didn't take kindly to this and started to loose the head with her. The fight got more and more heated. She kept asking why I wouldn't just take the blame, reminding me that my marriage was a sham, I'd nothing to lose. That's when I lost it, I couldn't take her selfish, manipulative rant anymore so I just came out with the truth." She had been lost in her story, closer to acting it out than just narrating but now she came back to reality. She hesitated for a second and looked nervously at Dave. He was still confused and just looked back expectantly for a conclusion that might make everything make sense. "I told her I did have something to lose. You. I told her I was in love with you." She was staring straight into Dave's eyes, waiting for a reaction. He couldn't speak. His brain was desperately trying to process it but it was too much to cope with at the end of a long night. All he could do was mouth "me?". "Of course you. Why do you think I flipped at Sarah for bringing you, she knew how I felt and she brought you to my wedding. I assume it was payback, I mean she freaked when I told her. Accused me of betraying her, of trying to steal you, of orchestrating the hen night to break you two up. She stormed off, took me two hours before I found her almost passed out drunk in some bar." Sarah had said earlier that Colleen couldn't get past the threesome but Dave assumed it was because she wanted the sexual excitement again, he never guessed her feelings went that deep. He eventually found his voice. "But then what about you and Sarah..." She looked like she'd been expecting this question. "I like Sarah...liked Sarah, but I've always loved you. Before that night I just ignored it passed it off as a crush that could never be. I mean you're straight and, even if you weren't, I'd never have done that to Sarah. But when we had that threesome it all changed, when I saw that you could see me that way I couldn't deny it any longer. I became a little obsessed. I tried so many times to get the courage to suggest another threesome but I could never go through with it, I was afraid Sarah would work out what was going on. So I forced myself to stay as far away from you as possible. At the hen night all those emotions came flooding back when I saw Sarah. It sounds like a shitty excuse but it was her association to you and the memories that brought back that made me sleep with her that night." Dave was slowly starting to take this all in. Now he had to work out what it all meant for him. How deep did his feelings run for Colleen? Was it just a crush? What about Sarah? Given what she did should he disregard his feelings for her now? All extremely important questions which would have been difficult to answer even if he was sober. Colleen sat quietly, she had stopped crying but it looked as if she was on edge waiting for Dave's reaction. "This doesn't make what you did ok." he eventually told her. "I know. And I know it meaningless to say but I will find a way to make it up to you...if you can find a way to forgive me that is. I never wanted to hurt you, you have to believe me." "I do believe you but you did hurt me and it will take me a while to forget that." he paused, letting that sink in, "But I think you've been through enough tonight." "Are you saying you forgive me?" he tried to hide the hopeful smile underneath a nonchalant expression. "No. But I will in time." The smile broke through, though she hid it quickly in case it came across as smug and forced Dave to take back that promise. "What about Sarah?" Colleen asked, reluctantly adding, "Despite how I feel, she does love you. And while I wouldn't take full blame for what happened I wouldn't put it on her either." Dave sighed, this decision was harder. "I don't know if I'll ever get over what she did to me. But I still love her, I don't know if I could stand to lose her over this." He could see Colleen cringe when he said this and realised it must be particularly painful to hear that after her admission. "What are you going to do?" she asked. "She cheated on me and ruined your wedding. She needs to pay for that before I even think about forgiving her." "How?" Colleen was a mixture of concerned and intrigued at Sarah's imminent punishment. "Well she hurt me with the truth, I think it's only fair that I repay that favour." "What truth? I don't understand." "I'm going to tell her I love you." a smug smile spread across his face as his delivery got the confused and shocked reaction he'd been aiming for. "What...but...what?" "You said it yourself, something changed that night. I loved Sarah so much I never wanted to admit it. I couldn't even admit it to myself why I felt so angry that you were avoiding me. But its true and now I don't care. I haven't been sitting here wondering if I'm going to forgive you, I've been trying to work out if I felt the same way...and I do. I love you." Colleen practically jumped over the table to kiss him, she swung her arms around his neck and pressed her tear streaked face against his. Dave welcomed the embrace, it felt good to finally admit his feelings and the kiss felt right, it felt justified. Afterwards she flopped down on the seat next to him, grabbed his hand and laid her head on his shoulder. "What does this mean? What about Sarah?" "I don't know, I haven't exactly planned this all out. I still love her, I'm sorry but that's the truth. I suppose the question is how much do you love me and how much do you hate Sarah?" It took a second for what he was saying to dawn on Colleen. "Wait are you...do you mean..." "Why not? It worked so well that night and we all obviously didn't want that to be the only time. I know I love you both and that you two love me. And I saw how Sarah was when she described what happened between you, it was more than a mistake to her. She may not have wanted to hurt me but she did want you. And honestly I think I'm ok with that part. The only question that remains is how you feel?" Colleen was quiet for a long time, searching for a reason to say no. "She has a lot to answer for first." "I won't argue that." Again silence while Colleen mulled it over one last time. A disappointed look fell across her face. "Will I ever get you to myself? Even once." Dave didn't answer right away. This was a tricky one. "Sarah does deserve that at least once but I won't do what she did to me, we tell her beforehand and give her the opportunity to refuse...even if we do emphasise how much she owes us." Colleen smiled, this obviously met her approval. "Then yes. Yes I think I want to do this." She was beaming, loving the idea more with every second. Then she was on top of him again, kissing passionately. He eventually got enough air to say, "Ok ok. I think that's enough. We should really hash this out with Sarah before we go any further." "When will that be?" she looked disappointed. "Should we leave it until we all calm down?" "No. I think we should do it while we're still angry with her, it will reinforce our position. Let's do it tonight." "You sure?" "Yep. I don't want to wait another second to be with you and to make her pay." "Let's do this then." The headed back to the hotel, each step making them more excited, more nervous and more angry. Dave opened the hotel room door and Sarah was on top of him before he even got into the room. She held him tight, telling him how glad she was he'd come back before she noticed Colleen behind him. "What's she doing here?" "We need to talk this out Sarah. Maybe you should sit down." They waited until she sat down on the bed, looking up at them with nervous eyes. Dave and Colleen remained standing. "You've hurt us both Sarah. The fact that I don't believe you did it with any sort of malice is the only reason I came back." "I didn't...I really didn't I swear sweetie, I just..." "But," Dave interrupted, "that doesn't mean you're innocent here either, not by a long shot. I feel betrayed and unloved and I still don't know if I can get over that." "I can't explain how sorry I am sweetie. I'll do everything I can to make it up to you, I will prove myself to you again. But it wasn't completely my fault either, she..." "I know what happened Sarah. I've heard both sides and Colleen does share some of the blame but she's suffered enough tonight because of you so I'm letting her involvement pass for now." Sarah looked to Colleen, puzzled by this revelation. Colleen brought her up to speed. "The wedding's been called off." her tone was cold, she wasn't pulling any punches here. "Really? Why?" "Because of Dave! You knew how I felt about him and you brought him to fuck things up. Well it worked, I couldn't go through with it after seeing him." "No no...I didn't mean that. I never meant to ruin anything?" "Well why did you do it then Sarah, you knew how I felt?" "I dunno...I guess I wasn't thinking about it like that. I knew I'd overreacted at the hen so I was willing to forgive you, I convinced myself that you were probably just drunk and had cold feet so it wasn't as big a deal as I'd made it out to be. You have to believe me, I didn't think it would hurt you so much." Colleen paused for a second, considering if she was going to buy Sarah's excuse. "Ok I will believe you. But only because you've always been a self absorbed bitch, it doesn't surprise me that you didn't think how this would affect anyone else." Sarah dropped her head, defeated. "I am selfish." she mumbled, "I'm so sorry, I really didn't think your feelings for him were that strong." "They are." Colleen looked up at Dave next to her, "I love him." Dave kept his eyes on Sarah, he wanted to see this reaction. "And I love her." he said. Sarah's eyes looked up slowly at Dave, the meaning behind what he'd said hadn't quite hit her yet. "What?" she said, still relatively calm, assuming she must have misheard. "I've been feeling something since that threesome...a loss, something that only grew when Colleen moved. I only realised tonight what that meant. I love her Sarah." She was starting to shake, her face was burning red. The girl looked as if she might explode. "You're just saying that to get back at me!" she spat. "No Sarah. Not that you wouldn't deserve it after what you've done, but this is true. We considered waiting until you had gotten over tonight to tell you but you didn't consider either of our feelings when it came to telling me about the hen night so we thought you would understand." he let that sink in for a second, he promised himself it would be the last cheap shot, "Also we have some important decisions to make." Sarah had started weeping gently. She was obviously furious but she knew there was nothing she could say, she was more in the wrong here. "Decisions? You want to discuss the break up now? Jesus Dave at least let me..." "No Sarah. I don't want to break up." Her face twisted in utter confusion, Sarah didn't need words to tell Dave how lost she was so he elaborated. "I'm angry over what happened. You betrayed and lied to me. That said, I don't want to lose you over this. Yes I love Colleen but because of that I think I can accept what happened...I dunno it's hard to explain. It only occured to me after I'd calmed down but something about the way you described what happened between you and Colleen made it clear to me. That wasn't entirely a drunken mistake was it? Be honest...you have feelings for her too, don't you?" A tear rolled down Sarah's cheek as she processed this, taking her time to think it through before slowly nodding her head. "I dunno...Maybe...I thought I just missed her but that night, when she kissed me..." she looked over at Collen, "I wanted you." Her head lowered again in embarrassment and the three of them fell silent for a while. Dave choose his words careful before speaking again. "I don't want to lose you Sarah but things are going to have to change, we can't just pretend what you did didn't happen and we can't bury these feelings any more." "I know, you're right but where does that leave us?" "Well I was never angry with what you did just with how you did it. Our feelings with Colleen are what messed everything up, I think we should explore those feelings...but this time together." Sarah sat there for a second, her mouth hung open in shock staring wide eyed at Dave and Colleen. "You mean...you want to...like all three of us?" "Why not? It worked before and the way things have been going since has clearly been making us all miserable. You said you'd do everything you can to make this up to me...well this is what it will take." She didn't have an answer for this, instead she looked to Colleen. "And you're on board with this Col?" Colleen sighed before answering. "I want to give it a try, for Dave. I really love him Sarah but I don't know how easily I can forgive you." "There is, however, a condition if this is going to go ahead." Dave interjected before that conversation turned ugly again, "I think you owe it to us both to at least consider it." It looked like Sarah's brain was finally starting to comprehend what was happening, she was slowly coming to terms with the situation. "Ok," she said, a determined look had replaced the shock and doubt, she was giving this serious consideration, "let me hear it." "Well this relationship should be about the three of us, all in this together. However you have broken that trust already and I think the only way that can be regained is if me and Colleen have one night to ourselves." Sarah's lips pursed tightly when she heard this but she said nothing, it seemed as if she had been expecting something like this. "I don't want this to be like what happened to me. If this is something you can't live with then you can say no but what we're suggesting can only go ahead if we can regain the trust between us." Sarah didn't look too upset, she debated it in her head for a second. "You two want to fuck without me? That's the condition?" "That's my condition. Anything you want to add Colleen?" A smirk crossed Colleen's face, she hadn't shared this part with Dave yet. "Yes actually.That night should be first, before the three of us get together again. In fact, it should be tonight." This surprised Dave but he said nothing, Colleen had the right to put whatever terms she wanted on this. She grabbed hold of his hand, their first open display of affection in front of Sarah, before adding a final surprise. "And you have to stay here, in the room with us, while it happens." This shocked Dave nearly more than Sarah. He looked down at her but she just raised her eyebrow slyly in response. Again he let it go, if this was what Colleen needed to get over what Sarah had done then so be it. "We'll give you some space to think this over. We'll come back in a bit when you've had some time to think." With that they left Sarah to digest the decision she'd been given. "What was that?" Dave asked as soon as they'd left the room. "What? You asked if I had anything to add." she said, a sexy grin spreading across her lips, "I felt she needed to have the severity of what she did to you imposed more directly on her." Dave didn't know what to say to that he just chuckled and reminded himself never to fuck with Colleen. This night was just getting more and more bizarre. They walked around the hotel campus for a while. It was obvious that they were both nervous, the conversation dried up as soon after they left the room. They figured an hour was probably enough time so they headed back up to the room. The Wedding Ch. 03 "Hey Sarah," Dave called as he unlocked the door, "We're back, you good to talk?" She was still sitting on the bed but she had cleaned herself up a bit, tidied her hair and fixed her make up, she was looking much more composed than when they left her. She didn't say anything but nodded at Dave to indicate she was ready to talk. Dave went and sat on the bed beside her, Colleen on one of the armchairs next to the bed. They gave her time to gather her thoughts. "I'm sorry I hurt both of you." she started quietly, her voice wavering slightly, "I was selfish and inconsiderate to the two people I love the most and you're both right to be angry with me. I deserve that. I want to thank you both for loving me enough to get over what I've done and for giving me this chance to redeem myself." "Does that mean you're on board?" Dave asked, unable to mask the hope in his voice. She finally looked up and started him in the eyes. "Yes. I want to try this. I want to make it up to both of you but also... I just want this. I think I have for a long time... " "I think we all have sweetie." Dave leaned over and kissed her. She returned it, stroking his face loving as she did so. When they broke apart they locked eyes, hands on each other cheeks. "I love you." Sarah whispered. "I'll always love you." he replied. She smiled gratefully and gave him another peck on the lips. Reluctantly she tore herself away from Dave and turned her attention to Colleen. "I'm sorry Col, for the wedding, for lying, for everything." "I know. I will get over it, I promise. It's not like it was completely your fault anyway." The girls smiled at each other before Colleen leaned over kissed Sarah. It was much less passionate than Dave and Sarah's kiss but it was a step in the right direction. Sarah stood up and, looking extremely nervous, took a deep breath. "Maybe I should swap with you Colleen..." Colleen was a little confused by this but she gave the chair to Sarah and moved over beside Dave on the bed. There was a tense silence before Sarah made herself clear. "Well the rest of us have kissed so you two should probably..." her voice trailed off but the insinuation was explicit. Dave and Colleen exchanged nervous glances. "Sarah, maybe I was too harsh." Colleen said, turning away from Dave, "You don't really have to..." "No." Sarah interrupted, "I do. I need to prove my commitment and...I want to do this too." Dave saw a familiar glint in her eye as she said this but he said nothing. "I'm glad you understand." Colleen said, giving Sarah a warm smile before turning back to Dave. Dave was expecting this to be awkward with Sarah sitting there but as soon as he locked eyes with Colleen he was lost, everything else disappeared from his mind. They kissed deeply, Colleen applying a little extra pressure to guide them down onto their backs. Dave was now flat on the bed with Colleen's slim frame draped across his chest. Her hand gripped his hip as her leg slowly slip up his inner thigh. Dave responded by pressing one hand to the small of her back and the other to the back of her neck, forcing their lips to lock tighter together. They remained in this position for a long time, their tongues never leaving each others mouths. Colleen's thigh rubbed gently up against Dave's quickly hardening cock through his jeans. Dave moved his hand down to Colleen's breasts, she wasn't wearing a bra and he could feel her nipples poking through the thin material of her tank top. She groaned into his mouth and responded by unbuckling his belt. Dave heard a sharp intake of breath from across the room as his stiff cock was released from his underwear, reminding him that Sarah was still in the room. He put that thought to the back of his mind as Colleen went to work on his cock, giving his balls a gentle massage before teasing his shaft with some long, slow strokes. Dave finally had to break their kiss, he needed to catch his breath. Disappointed with losing his lips, Colleen sought refuge on Dave's neck. she kissed from his ear lobe down to his collar bone, her tongue reaching under the neck of his t shirt to lick along its length, before she latched on to a spot just under his jaw and started sucking hard. Satisfied with her hickey, Colleen started to slide down Dave's body dragging his pants with her until she had removed them. Dave quickly tore his shirt off before helping Colleen discard her jeans and top. She stood at the end of the bed, naked except for a pair of black panties struggling to contain her erection, while Dave sat at the edge and took in her transformed body standing in front of him. She wasn't quite as slim as she used to be, her hips and ass had certainly rounded out which added greatly to the femininity of her body. Not to mention her breasts, they were small, much smaller than Sarah's, but they complimented her body nicely and, most importantly, looked perfectly natural. Colleen climbed onto his lap and resumed their kissing. It was more gentle this time, more passionate. Her hands clasped together behind his head and her hips started to gyrate on his crotch. Dave felt her cock slip out of the panties and start to rub up against his own. He reached down between their bodies and grabbed a cock in each hand and started to stroke them both as Colleen giggled in ecstasy. Dave gradually increased his tempo until Colleen became overcome by her arousal. She removed Dave's hands and pushed him to his back before jumping off his lap to the floor. She fell to her knees and immediately stuffed as much of his cock down her throat as she could. This wasn't a gentle blowjob and Dave loved it. He practically screamed as his cock hit the back of Colleen's throat, saliva leaked from her mouth coating his shaft and balls. Then Colleen really went to work, her tongue wrapped around his shaft as her lips sealed tight to the skin and her head started to bop furiously up and down. Dave was in heaven and was fast approaching his climax. Then he caught a glimpse of Sarah out of the corner of his eye. She was completely absorbed in what Colleen was doing, her mouth hung open, her eyes following the bobbing of Colleen's head. But it was what her hand was doing that grabbed Dave's attention, it had snuck under her dress and was gently rubbing pussy through her panties. Dave couldn't explain it but he was a little put out by this, Sarah was enjoying herself, she had seen all this before and was comfortable with it. He suddenly remembered Colleen's words that Sarah needed to experience what she had done to him and he realised she was right. He knew he had to push this further, he had to show Sarah how much he loved Colleen, only then would she realise what she had done. There was only one thing for it, he would have to go outside his comfort zone. Sarah had seen him be pleasured by Colleen before and he had even gone as far as giving a handjob in return but to emphasise how serious he was about this relationship to both girls he would have to show that he was willing to contribute much more. He sat up, placing his hand gently on Colleen's head which was still bobbing up and down on his crotch. He brushed her hair back over her ear and awkwardly bent down to plant a kiss on the top of her head. Colleen released Dave's cock so that she could look up at him. Those big, sexy eyes burned into his soul and at that moment he knew he'd be able to go through with his plan. TIlting her chin upwards he bent down and kissed Colleen's lips, his tongue only flitting into her mouth for a second. She gave him a mock angry stare to show her disapproval at the short kiss, Dave just smiled and held out his hand to help her to her feet. A little confused she took Dave's hand and climbed to a stand right beside Sarah's chair. Dave stood too, positioning himself between Sarah and Colleen, he put his arms around her waist and Colleen draped hers over his shoulders, she looked even more feminine and delicate in his arms. The swayed together for a couple of seconds, almost dancing, before Dave leaned in and gave Colleen a proper kiss. He pressed their bodies together, Colleen's breasts squashed into Dave's chest, hard cocks rubbed against each other. Their tongues danced inside each other's mouths as Dave's hands slowly found their way to Colleen's ass and gave those plump cheeks are thorough massage. When Dave reckoned his arousal was at a peak and his lust was completely in control, he told himself it was now or never. He started by moving to Colleen's neck, kissing down its length several times. He then moved a hand up to massage one of Colleen's breasts as his mouth went down to the other, licking and sucking at one nipple while he pinched the other. Colleen was not silent about showing her approval. It was then time to make his final move, one that would no doubt make his intentions very obvious. Slightly less gracefully than he had hoped, Dave sunk to his knees. There was two sharp intakes of breath this time, one from each of the girls but neither said anything. Trying not to miss a beat he proceeded to kiss around Colleen's belly button, slowly working his way to her hips and then her inner thighs. He knew what came next and it both scared and excited him, when he had thought of doing this he was unsure if he would actually go through with it but now he realised that, at this point, he had to. But this didn't matter because now he wanted to. He really wanted to. As he peeled down her panties Dave was careful to catch her cock when it sprung free. That first contact made Colleen gasp, in surprise and ecstasy. Dave kept kissing around her crotch as he started to stroke the shaft. Her cock was rock solid and completely shaven. It seemed a touch smaller than last time but that had been a long time ago so he could have been mistaken. It was funny, this was the most masculine organ but the soft, smooth, hairless skin felt so feminine in Dave's hands. It was a very cute cock. Dave's moved his kisses inwards from Colleen's hips, closer and closer to her crotch. Eventually he couldn't put it off any longer, he took a deep breath and reassured himself that this was the right thing to do and, more importantly, that he really wanted to do it. The answer was a resounding 'Yes', he was tantalized by the cock now. He had no real idea of what to do next so he racked his memory for what usually worked on himself. Then, hand shaking slightly, he lifted the cock upwards and licked from Colleen's bare sack all the way up the shaft. He closed his lips over the tip and pushed his mouth down as far as he could go. He only made it halfway down but Colleen didn't seem to mind, she actually screamed and grabbed Dave's hair tightly, holding his head in place until her scream died out. Encouraged by this Dave started to build up a steady rhythm with his hand and mouth. It was awkward at first but he quickly learned some of the basics, giving an occasional flick of the tongue, alternating between sucking and licking, alternating speed and depth. He let his free hand roam about Colleen's ass, crotch, thighs and sack, massaging as he went. He was in a world of his own, the sounds of Colleen's moans a distant echo. The feeling was incredible, so different to anything he'd experienced. He'd expected it to be awkward, disgusting or at least degrading but no, it was so sexy. It was the power he felt when going down on a girl but without the difficulty of interpreting her body language and working out which type of pleasure she needed, penises were so much simpler. It was more than just that though, there was also a greater pleasure for him, something about shoving the cock into his mouth, feeling it fill him up, the indelicate nature of it. He couldn't describe it exactly it just felt amazing. He reached down and started to masturabate vigoriously as he sucked. Eventually he felt Colleen tense up, he knew what was about to happen. Colleen's screams became shorter, her breaths more laboured. "D...Dave..." she muttered through heavy breaths, she tried to pull him away. He resisted her. This wouldn't work unless he went all the way with it. Colleen realised his commitment and this put her over the edge. She erupted. Dave really tried to swallow it all but he just wasn't ready. Colleen didn't ejactualte anywhere near his usual amount, a side effect of the hormones no doubt, but it was still more than Dave could handle. The first shot hit the back of his throat, he was surprised by the force and the taste, while not as bad as he imagined, was still not entirely pleasant. He flinched, dropping the cock from his mouth resulting in the rest of the cum ending up on his face. He swallowed awkwardly, the texture still grossed him out a bit, and tried to get Colleen back into his mouth but she was having none of it. She practically dragged him to his feet and threw him to the bed. As he lay there he could see Sarah just staring wide eyed at him, her mouth hung open in pure shock at what she'd just seen. She had stopped playing with herself. Dave smiled to himself, he definitely got through to her with that. He wondered how she was taking it. Landing on top of him, Colleen planted him with a kiss full of desire and gratitude. Still on the high from her orgasm she lapped the cum from his face, returning for another kiss after every swallow. After it was all gone she settled in for a final long, passionate kiss. The taste of cum hung on her lips but Dave was getting more used to it now, he embraced her and their lips stayed locked for a long time. Finally Colleen backed off, still holding Dave's face in her hands, she looked him in the eye and whispered bluntly, "I need you to fuck me. Now!" Dave giggled and threw Colleen to her back and clambered in between her parted knees. He leaned down on one forearm, his lips attached onto Colleen's neck as his other hand positioned his cock. Reluctantly Colleen, pulled his head away. "Wait, wait. That's not going to work." she gasped. Dave realised what she meant but before he could ask what they should do Colleen had taken care of it. "Sarah. Sarah!" she called, eventually snapping the girl out of her shocked trance, "Get my bag will you?" Sarah looked at her confused and angry for a second but she got up and searched for the bag without a word. She brought it over to Colleen and held it out. "Should be a bottle of lube in there, can you get it?" Sarah was looking less amused by this every second but she complied and held the bottle out for Colleen. Instead Colleen grabbed Sarah's hand, she tugged gently forcing Sarah downwards as she sat up and caught her with a kiss. Sarah's shock was short lived and she quickly returned the kiss as Colleen wrapped an arm around her neck. Eventually they broke apart and Colleen whispered seductively, "You know where that goes." accompanied by a suggestive nod to the bottle of lube. Sarah looked like she didn't know whether to slap Colleen or kiss her again. She looked at Dave for some sort of signal. Dave could see it in her eyes, she wanted so much to be angry but she was too turned on. He just shrugged as if to say 'it's up to you'. Sarah took a few more seconds to dwell on it but there was never any doubt as to what she would end up choosing, Colleen had played her well. Nervously she squirted some lube onto her hand and reached down between Colleen's legs, quickly finding her hole. Colleen squirmed as the first finger made its way inside but slowly Sarah loosened her up and she started to enjoy it. Dave just knelt in between Colleen's legs watching this. Sarah had not taken her eyes from him since she found Colleen's asshole, and he stared back. The sexual tension was beyond intense. "I think Dave's cock will need some of that too Sarah." Colleen called, mid groan. Removing her hand from Colleen briefly to lube up her other hand Sarah then started stroking Dave in time with her fingering of Colleen. She was still staring at him, a longing in her eyes. He couldn't take it anymore, he may be trying to teach her a lesson but she was just too damn sexy looking like that. He bent down and kissed her, she welcomed it, aggressively. Colleen lay back and watched the couple for a few seconds before she demanded the attention be returned to her. "Ok Sarah, I think we're ready." Sarah bore the look of a toddler who just had her favourite toy taken away as she reluctantly returned to her seat. Dave gave Colleen a look to suggest she lighten up on her a bit, to which Colleen rolled her eyes in a begrudging acceptance. "Sarah, you know this has to between just me and Dave, right?...but if you're enjoying it as much as we all know you are I'm not going to stop you relieving yourself." Sarah went bright red. "I'm not..." her voice trailed off, she knew there was no point denying it. Her eyes thanked Colleen but she refused to voice it out loud. Dave saw her hike up her skirt and remove her noticeably soaked panties before Colleen turned his attention back. She lined his cock up and signalled Dave to push. He grabbed her by the hips and thrust forwards slowly, it took a second to make it passed the entrance but Sarah had done her job well and eventually it slipped in, encouraging a satisfied "ohhhhh" and a shiver of pleasure from them both. He took a second to enjoy the tight, warm sensation before building up a regular thrusting rhythm. Colleen was soon bucking and groaning, her arms stretched behind her with her fingers gripping the sheets. Dave stayed kneeling up, one hand on Colleen's hip the other appreciating her new breasts. His eyes though were focused on Sarah across the room, she was completely enthralled by everything. Gone was any attempt to be subtle about her voyeuristic arousal, her fingers were working at full speed, one hand on her clit, the other plunging deep inside her pussy. Her rhythm and moans were timed almost perfectly with Colleen and Dave. Needless to say Dave didn't last long in this ridiculously sexual environment. He felt his orgasm building and lay down on top of Colleen, he wanted all his attention to be on her for this. One hand going to the back of her head, he tipped her head forward for a series of short pecks in between each of his deep breaths. Their bodies were pressed so tightly now. He could feel Colleen still moist cock squirming between them, their sweaty bodies rubbed it to a full erection again. He timed his final thrust with a more deep, passionate kiss. As he came he groaned loudly into Colleen's open mouth. His tired body collapsed onto hers but their kiss refused to be broken, instead their tongues lazily played with each other as Dave continued to moan his approval. They let go only when they heard a meek little moan from across the room. They looked over to see a red-faced, flustered Sarah collapse back into her seat. One breast had fallen out of her dress which was still hiked over her waist giving a clear view of her hand still gently rubbing her lips. She wore a look of sated embarrassment, as if she'd only just realised what she'd done but was too tired to really worry about it. Dave and Colleen giggled at her as they disentangled themselves from each other. Dave fell exhausted onto his back and Colleen cuddled up next to him. After a few minutes of complete satisfied silence, Colleen spoke up. "I think you should come join us Sarah." "Really?" "Yeah it would be nice. Lose the dress first though." Dave heard some scrambling and clothes being torn off. He smiled gratefully at Colleen, she wasn't going to make this harder. She smiled back and she looked genuinely happy. Sarah's naked body appeared on Dave's other side and she quickly buried her face in his shoulder. Dave could tell how relieved she was just to be welcomed back, he put his arm around her and gave her a reassuring squeeze. Sarah sniffed a tear away. The Wedding Ch. 03 "I'm really sorry guys." she said, her voice shaking, "I hope you know that." Dave kissed the top of her head. "It's ok, it's behind us now. It all worked out." "Yeah, you more than made up for it Sarah." Colleen added, "Thank you for that, you proved your commitment and your love for me and Dave. We won't forget that." She leaned over and kissed Sarah. "We forgive you." Sarah teared up again and buried her face back in Dave's shoulder to hide it. Colleen smiled at Dave and gave him a peck too. Then with a smirk she said; "Now the real fun begins." The Wedding Ch. 04 When Ted Davis got back from his morning run, his phone was ringing. He picked it up. "Ted Davis," he said. "I love you." The soft, feminine voice caressing Ted's ear belonged to Lori Salter, a young woman who worked for him. She was also the woman he hoped to marry someday. "Madam," he said, chuckling, "I get a lot calls from women who tell me that. You'll have to identify yourself." "You nut!" Lori laughed, "I need a cup of coffee. Do you have any made?" "I will, by the time you get here," Ted said, his heart pounding. "I'll be right over," Lori said. "I love you, Ted." "Lori..." Ted began. "What?" Lori asked. "I love you, too," Ted told her. Lori was the first woman he'd said those words to since his wife died. Lori was much younger than he was, and that caused him some concern, but he didn't care. For the first time in fifteen years, there was a woman in his life he wanted to be with. And, what was even better, she wanted to be with him, too. He started the coffee maker, took a quick shower, shaved, slipped on a sweatshirt and jeans, and was waiting in the kitchen when he heard a soft knock on the door. He opened the door and Lori came in, looking fresh and lovely in a white cotton cardigan sweater and snug faded jeans. They came into each other's arms and kissed passionately. "About the coffee..." Lori said after their kiss ended. She seemed to be having some difficulty breathing. She sat down at the kitchen table while Ted poured each of them a cup of coffee. He handed Lori's cup to her and sat down, too. "You all ready to go to the wedding?" he asked, and took a sip of his coffee. He'd been invited to the wedding of a client, a woman named Heidi Tate, and he'd asked Lori to go with him. It was the first social function he'd invited her to since their relationship began. Lori smiled and nodded. "I can't wait," she said. "Me, too," Ted told her and put his hand over hers. They sat silently, sipping their coffee. Lori finally put her cup down, rested her pretty chin on her folded hands, and smiled at Ted. He found her so desirable it was all he could do to keep from grabbing her. "Are we just going to have coffee?" she asked, grinning. "I hope not," Ted said. They both stood up. Lori got up on tip-toes and kissed Ted on the cheek. He put his arm around her trim waist and led her to the stairs. Lori leaned against Ted as they walked upstairs, loving the feel of his body against hers. They went to his bedroom and Lori put her hands on his face, and pulled him down into a wild kiss. When the kiss ended, they stepped apart and began reaching for each other's clothing. Ted's hands were trembling as he unbuttoned Lori's sweater and slipped it from her. "You aren't wearing a bra!" he gasped. Lori giggled. "I thought if I didn't, I'd save you a little time," she replied. Ted's hands closed over her breasts and when he touched them, such intense feelings of pleasure flooded through Lori that she was afraid she'd faint. "Why does it always feel so wonderful when you touch me?" she murmured. "Maybe it's because I love you," Ted whispered as he guided her to the bed and laid her down. He laid down next to her, leaned over, and began kissing all over her chest. He took her tender nipples into his mouth one at a time, his tongue and lips drawing each bud out to full, swollen, tingling hardness. "Oh, Ted!" Lori moaned, "God, I love it when you do that!" She was already trembling with need. Ted aroused her in ways she hadn't believed possible. While Ted's lips and tongue teased her breasts, his hand slid across her smooth belly and undid her jeans. Then his hand slid deeper into the pants, causing the zipper to buzz down, easing access for his seeking hand as it slid through her soft, curly pubic hair. "Yesssss!!! Oh, Ted, yesssssss!!!" she moaned. Involuntarily, her hips lifted, offering her body to him. Ted's lips began moving down the satiny smooth under slopes of his lover's breasts, building thrill upon incredible thrill as they went. Her hips rolled and strained, seeking more of his touch. Lori reached down and pushed her jeans down, then she kicked them off. "Ohhhhh!!! Ted!!" she murmured, "You're so gentle!" Ted heard his lover's cries of joy and continued his ever-so-soft adoration of her body. He tongued her navel, bringing a gasp of delight from her. "God, Ted, you make me crazy!! Every time we make love!!!" Lori cried. "Don't...don't ever stop!" Ted had no intention of stopping. Lori's body was so ravishing, so responsive, that every time he touched her, it thrilled him more. "I need you so badly," he said, "You are so exquisite!" "I...I'm glad you think so," Lori murmured. "Ohhhhh!!! Ohhhhhh!!!" Moans of passion erupted from her when Ted's his fingers began investigating her soaked vagina, parting the sensitive lips, sliding between them, into her. Thunderclaps of bliss shook her as his probing fingers moved over her clit. "Ahhhhhhh!!! Darling!!! That's wonderful!!! Oh, darling!!! Darling!!!!" she whispered ardently. Ted's hands and lips continued their gentle explorations, driving her still wilder. "Please!!!! Please, Ted!!!" Loi begged, able to wait no longer, "I want you!!! Ted!!! Ted!!! Take me!! Please!!! Take me!!!" Inflamed by his pretty companion's urgent pleas, Ted shed his clothes, then he lowered his body over hers. She reached between them and guided his throbbing, erect shaft into her quavering opening. "Yessssss!!! Yessssss!!!" she groaned. Her hips rose and her hot, pulsing vagina engulfed Ted's descending erection. It filled her, giving her the most fantastic feelings. "That's what I need!!! Darling!!! Darling!!!" Once his rigid penis was embedded in Lori's exquisite body, Ted began moving slowly. The clasping walls of her vagina caused him painfully sweet sensations as he slid in and out of her. He couldn't stand moving slowly for long. As exquisite feelings exploded in him, he began moving more and more rapidly. "Yessssss!!! Yesssss!!! Darling, yessssss!!!" Lori groaned, "Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!! I'm going to...I'm, I'm commmmminnnnngggggg!!! I'm commmmmminnnnnngggggg!!! Oh, gawwwwwddddddddd!!! Oh, gawwwwwwwwdddddd!!!!" Lori's spasms and quivers drew Ted with her. "Lori!!! Oh, God!! Uhhhhhhhhhh!!! Uhhhhhhhhhh!!!" he moaned when his orgasm exploded and his penis sent a powerful shower of hot fluids into Lori's writhing body. Afterward, Ted and Lori lay in his bed, still flushed with the afterglow of their wonderful joining. Even though he'd just had a stupendous orgasm, Ted couldn't keep his hands off his love's gorgeous body. His fingers moved softly over her breasts, teasing a semi-hard nipple. Lori squirmed as Ted's feather-like touch sent new tingles of delight racing through her. "You really satisfy me better than I've ever been satisfied, do you know that?" she whispered. "I hope so," Ted said. He rolled over and kissed her. Lori returned the kiss and pressed her body against his. His hands slid around her, then ran lightly up and down her back. Thrills penetrated deep into her. "Ohhhhh, Ted!!! Uhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhh!!! Ahhhhh!!!" she gasped as his hands glided over her, his touch so incredibly light and wonderful it almost made her cry. "Want me to keep going?" Ted murmured, kissing down her neck, onto her chest. Lori's body strained upward, offering her breasts to him. "Yessss!!! Oh, yessssss!!!!" she moaned when Ted's lips moved up the slope of one firm globe, teasing, tickling, then engulfing the tip causing a flood of tingling, electric sensations. After a while, Ted's lips moved from Lori's breasts and began roaming over her quaking body. He began stroking her legs as his lips traveled over her fine torso, then she experienced a bright explosion of bliss when his mouth covered her pulsing vagina and his tongue began lashing her clit and probing into her quivering hole. "Ted!!! Oh, God, Ted!!!" Lori cried. The sensations sweeping over her were so intense she was afraid she'd come. Ted seemed to sense that she was close to coming. He backed off, kissing and licking the less-sensitive skin surrounding her vagina and stroking her legs. Skillfully, he held her at the very brink of bliss while her body writhed and her hips rose and fell. Lori wasn't the only one at the outer limits of control. Ted, too, was hovering at the edge of orgasm, aroused powerfully by his contact with Lori, who was too lovely and her reaction to his caresses too fervent. He raised his head from between her smooth, white legs, then climbed between them. He lowered his hips and, as if drawn by an irresistible force, his erection slid into her. "Yes, Ted, take me!! I need you!!! Yessss!!! I need you!!!" Lori cried, grabbing at his back. "It feels so wonderful when you're in me!!" Wildly they thrashed, their pubic bones banging together, sensation upon wonderful sensation exploding out of their joined centers, radiating into their bodies, flowing back and forth. It was as if they'd become one writhing, pleasure-seeking entity. "Take me, Ted!!! Please!!! Please!!!" Lori begged, about to come. "Please!!! I want to feel you come!!! Please!!! Please!!! Yesssss!!! Yesssss!!! Oh, God!!! It's...it's happening!!!! Yessssssss!!!! Yesssssssss!!!! Yesssss!!! Oh, darling, yessssssssssss!!!!!" "Lori!!! I love you!!!" Ted cried, his body rigid, his eruption so intense he could feel it from the tips of his toes to the roots of his hair. When his passion was finally spent, Ted held rolled to his side and pulled Lori into his arms, loving the way she snuggled her body against his. "I...I can't get enough of you!" Lori said. "God! The more we make love, the more I want to!" "I know," Ted agreed, "it's that way for me, too." "Is...is all this real?" she asked, "Is what we have real, or is this just some kind of wonderful dream?" Ted kissed her long and hard. Holding her face in his hands, he looked into her eyes and said, "If I didn't think this was real, I wouldn't be here. I am in love with you, Lori, I need you. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. There's no way I can live without you." Thrilled by his words, Lori clung to him, tears of joy welling up in her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. Never, in her whole life, had she felt this wonderful. "I love you, too, Ted," she said softly. "And...and I want to be with you." They lay holding each other for a long time, each enjoying the comfort of having the other's body pressed against them. Ted smiled at Lori. "What say we have our own wedding?" he asked. Lori was stunned. "You...you mean you want to marry me?" she exclaimed. Ted nodded. "Of course I do," he said. "I've never wanted anything more in my life." Lori smiled at him and more rolled down her lovely cheeks. "Yes," she said. "Yes, I'll marry you!" Ted pulled her into his arms and again they kissed. After the kiss ended, he decided it was time to express something that had been bothering him. "You know," he said tentatively, "the only thing that worries me is that there's a considerable difference in our ages..." Lori opened her mouth, as if to say something, but Ted laid a finger on her lips, silencing her. "I know what you're going to say," he continued, "but it's something we should consider, don't you think?" Lori kissed him. "I don't know why. I don't think you're too old. You are kind, considerate, and wonderful..." She paused and smiled. "You've been a better father to Donnie than my ex-husband and..." She grinned. "...you are far and away the best lover I've ever had. I want you! I want to be with you forever, no matter what!" She kissed him passionately and snuggled against him. Lori needed to pick up her son, Donnie, who was visiting at a friend's house, so she tore herself away from Ted and went to do that. Then she and her little boy went back to Ted's place. The three of them went for a walk, then Ted and her son played for a long time. Finally, they laid the exhausted little boy down for a nap. Lori came back downstairs after getting her son to sleep and smiled at Ted. "He's sound asleep," she said. "You are really wonderful with him, you know that?" "I love him. I always wanted a son, and I couldn't have produced a better one myself," he told her. He grinned at Lori. "If he's asleep..." He held his arms out to her. Lori ran to him and he scooped her up in his arms. She kissed him wildly and locked her arms around his neck. "Make love to me, Ted!" she gasped. "Now!" "Here?" Ted said, looking surprised. "What about Donnie?" "I told you, he's asleep," Lori said. Ted picked her up in his arms and again their lips met. Holding her carefully, as if she were a child he walked through the kitchen, toward the stairs which led upstairs, to the master bedroom. When they arrived in the master bedroom, he put her down, then began unbuttoning her sweater again. Lori opened his shirt, and they removed their upper garments, leaving both of them were naked from the waist up. Lori moved against Ted, her erect nipples pressing against his strong, hairy chest, sending ripples of sensual delight rushing through both of them. She didn't want to wait, so she backed off, undid his belt, then opened his pants and pushed them down. Then she pushed off his underpants, leaving him standing nude in front of her, his erection bobbing like a fishing pole. Her soft, warm hand encircled the fleshy cudgel and began stroking it. "Ahhhhhhh!!!" Ted groaned, heat beginning to fill him. He somehow managed to get Lori's jeans off, then he pulled her against him. His shaft slid between her lovely legs and he felt her wet opening caressing it. "The bed!!!" Lori gasped, "Let's get in bed!" The minute they were lying next to each other Ted's lips were on her swollen breasts, mouthing the nipples, hardening them, sucking them until Lori felt so good she could hardly breathe. "Ohhhhh!!! Oh, God, Ted!!!" she gushed, her body arching and twisting. Ted's lips continued to move on her. Down the valley between her breasts they travelled, then they moved across the area where her breasts rose from her slim chest, moving on to her abdomen. Lori clawed at the sheets, her toes clenching, her legs trembling. Slowly, spreading delight through his lover's body, Ted's lips kept moving. They trailed fire across her belly, then he tongued her navel. Lori gasped, her head rolling from side to side. "Ohhhhhh!!! Ted!!! I love you!! You make me feel so good!!!" she groaned. "I'm glad," Ted replied, then he continued his delicious exploration of her body. Into the Vee between her legs he moved and Lori's body shook. She spread her legs, opening herself to him. Her hips thrust upward, her vagina glistening with dewy droplets of excitement. "Touch me!! Please, Ted, touch me!!!" Lori cried, rocking her hips. "I will, baby, in time," he said. His hands and lips continued moving, caressing her smooth inner thighs; gliding up and down one, then the other. Lori was so turned on that the muscles of her legs were quivering uncontrollably. Nearer and nearer his caresses came to her palpitating center. Her body arched, her hips no longer in contact with the bed. "Please, darling!!!" she moaned, "Don't tease me!!! I need you!!!" Softly, Ted blew on her vagina. Lori reacted as if she'd been given an electric shock. "Kiss meeeeeeee!!! Kiss meeeeeee!!! Yessssss!!!! Please, Ted!!!!" she cried. Ted gently, softly, licked up through her vaginal crevice. He loved the sweet taste of her. Lori's back arched so much he feared she would break in two. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" she cried when Ted's mouth covered her vagina, "Yessssssss!!! Oh, darling, yesssssssss!!! I'm commmmminnnnnnggggggg!!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhddddddddddd!!! I'm commmmmminnnngggggg!!!! Oh, Ted!!! Oh, Ted!!! Oh, Ted!!!" Ted grasped Lori's lean hips and held on as she bucked through an intense orgasm. When her motions finally slowed, he lowered her gently to the bed. His shaft as rigid as that of a marble statue, Ted stretched out on the bed next to his lover. She rolled over and smiled at him. "I really love you!" she said. "That...that was incredible! What about you?" "I'm still here," Ted replied, smiling. "Lay back," she told him, "it's my turn." Ted rolled on his back and Lori began to make love to him. She kissed and licked his nipples until they stood out like tiny fingers on his chest, then her lips moved down his body, toward his towering shaft. She cupped the swollen wand and began stroking it. "You...you'd better be careful!" Ted said, his voice filled with urgency, "I'm really close!! You'll make a mess if you keep doing that!" "We can't let that happen," Lori said. "I want all that lovely stuff of yours in me." She discovered, to her surprise, that making love to Ted was as exciting being made love to. She loved the way his hips were moving and the urgency she felt as her hands and lips moved over him. She needed him! She slid her lovely body atop his, trapping his shaft between them. Then she raised her hips and felt the tip of his erection slide along her sensitized labia. Ted thrust his hips upward and the head of his throbbing shaft entered her. Neither of them could wait any longer. Their hips pounded together, intense sensations ripped through them, and they both moaned with joy. "Ohhhhhhh!!!" Lori moaned, pushing herself up on outstretched arms, continuing to rotate and move her hips. "I can't wait!!!" Ted moaned. His hands encircled her bobbing breasts and his thumbs rubbed the nipples as his hips drove off the bed. "I'm commmmmminnnnngggggg, baby!!!" he moaned, spewing his molten, sticky fluids into her. "Yessssssss!!!! Yessssssss!!! Yessssssss!!!" Lori cried, coming, too. "Give it to meeeeeeeeee!!! I'm commmmminnnnnnggggg!!! I'm commmminnnnnngggg, toooooooo!!!! Yesssssssssss!!! Yesssssssss!!!! Yessssssssssssssssssssss!!!!!" Afterward, they rolled into each other's arms and slept soundly. The Wedding Ch. 04 She finally came to her senses and started to back away from this leering man "I have to go back inside the hotel now." "Why? I only want to talk to you." She slowly backed away. It was only 20 or 30 feet to the hotel lobby and she was sure she could make it there without further incident. After all that had already happened that evening and later in the hotel exercise room she certainly didn't need any more adventures. As she took another step backwards her thoughts of Paul, whom she had just met at her friends wedding reception earlier that day, confused her. While aroused by the attraction she felt toward Paul and apparently also he toward her she had thought she was safe once she and her husband left the reception. She thought her almost acting on her husbands continual fantasies for her to sleep with other men had passed. While she had given into those fantasies of his before those times were different. Those past occasions had been planned events. This time was different; this time was with a complete stranger unbeknownst to her husband. But now, just a few hours later Paul had not only taken her but he had taken her to sexual places that she really hadn't been in a long, long time. She was embarrassed that she had let it happen. She was angry with herself, and with Paul, that she gave herself to him with such abandon and that he took her so savagely, but more so that in spite of everything she was still very aroused. "I have to go back to my husband." "Oh, that was your husband we watched you have sex with?" She just looked down at the ground. She had stopped moving; not knowing how to answer and at the same time wondering why she thought she should. Her husband, after all, wanted this didn't he? If she went upstairs right now and woke him and told him she had just had sex with Paul in the Hotel fitness room it would probably arouse him wouldn't it? He would probably want her to tell him the whole story of how Paul had taken her in front of those picture windows. He would probably get all turned on knowing that other men had probably watched Paul play with her naked body until he ultimately plied her pussy lips open with his manhood. He would probably want to go find Paul so he could watch him take her again. To watch how he made her moan, to watch how he had caused her to beg him to fuck her. Yes, she was certain that it would be ok; that he would understand and forgive her. She was certain that it would encourage him to encourage her to walk down that path some more. "No," she whispered, "that wasn't my husband." She continued looking down at the granite of the hotel patio; now aware that this new stranger had moved closer to her. "What do you want from me," she quietly asked. "I can tell you are tired. I won't keep you I just thought that... I just thought that maybe you could just do me one favor." "What" she asked as she looked up at him. "Well, my friends will never believe I met you if I don't bring them proof. They'll think I'm making it all up if I just come back with a story that I met you and had a nice conversation. So... I was hoping I could at least take a picture of you that I can bring back." "Ok, that would be all right, do ahead." "Well, if I just take a picture of you like that they will think that I took a picture of some lady walking down the street and won't believe it is you." "What are you asking? What is it that you want?" "Well, if it isn't too forward I was thinking that if I could get a picture of you holding your t-shirt up so they could see something they would know that I really found you." She laughed. Here was this poor, horny, middle aged man asking her to get naked for him so he could prove to his lecherous friends that he had found the woman they had all lusted over as they watched her getting fucked; as they probably jacked off dreaming it was them inside her! "I can't do that in front of the hotel lobby." "Well, no, I suppose not, but we could go around the corner, over by those loading docks. Nobody could see us there. Please... it wouldn't take but a minute; it would be a huge favor to me and wouldn't hurt you or nothing." She laughed at herself as she pondered his request. Oh what the hell, she thought to herself. It would probably be a fitting backdrop to a wild and crazy day. "Ok, but only one picture and you cannot take a picture of my face. I don't want a picture of my breasts all over the internet where people I know could see me." "I promise. I'll show what I take of you and you can approve it. If you don't approve I'll delete it, but I'd ask to be able to take a replacement picture. Is that ok? "Ok, that will be fine." She found herself grinning at the silliness of it all as she followed him to the loading dock area. "Where do you want me?" "How about just against that wall?" "OK. So you want me to pull my shirt up so you can see my breasts?" "Yes, if that's ok. Would you mind taking your shirt completely off?" "How about if I just lift it up to cover my face, that way I'll be certain you won't take a picture showing my face." "Perfect" She lifted her shirt with both hands. She felt the cool air waft across her nipples, causing them to swell as she covered her head completely with her t-shirt. She heard him gasp. "What is it?" she asked through her shirt. "Perfect. Your tits are absolutely perfect. Can I ask your measurements?" "36b. Have you taken your picture yet?" "No, can I just look at you for a moment? You are an absolute goddess. I want to imprint this picture of your absolutely perfect breasts, your milky white skin and your playful freckles into my mind." "You really think my breasts are nice?" "Oh god yes, if you don't mind me saying so you have given me one hell of a hard on just looking at them." "Have you taken your picture yet? And, no, I don't mind you saying so..." she giggled. "Can I take a few from different angles for your consideration?" "Sure, I suppose, could you take them now? I can't hold my shirt over my head forever? She noticed the flash of the camera; and then another; and then a few more as he walked to either side of her taking pictures of her from various angles. The flashes eventually were coming from a different altitude as well as she felt him kneeling in front of her; leaning ever so slightly against her. "Have you taken enough yet? Can I see them?" "Sure, I think I'm done. I can't wait to show you." She lowered her t-shirt and reached for the camera. He handed it to her as she began scanning through what seemed like a couple dozen photos. She thought they looked quite nice. She liked the effect on her breasts of her arms being raised; of how that pose made her breasts look like those of a much younger woman. She was surprised by how taught and extended her nipples appeared in these pictures; especially the ones taken from down below her. She like how they looked. "Tell you what; you can keep all of these if you want. I really don't have a favorite and there aren't any I object to. I hope you and your friends are happy with these." "Can I ask one more favor of you?" "What." "Well, I wonder if I could take just one more picture. Just one picture that will make my friends really crazy." "What would that be?" "Well, would it be ok if I took a picture of my tongue on your nipple? You have such amazing nipples and it would be just such the biggest favor to me" She laughed to herself at the craziness of all of this. "Yah, ok, fine." She lifted her t-shirt up again making sure it completely covered her face so her identity could be hidden. She felt him come hesitantly closer to her as she heard him whisper "perfect" once again in reference, she assumed, to her breasts. She felt his hot breath on her and then she felt, not his tongue, but his lips; and not on her nipple but on the underside of her left breast. He was kissing her breast with soft gentle pecks. He slowly deliberately kissed the entire underside of her breast, then up her left side and then toward her nipple. Her head involuntarily leaned back to the wall, ultimately resting on the wall at about a 45 degree angle. She closed her eyes as she concentrated on his kisses. He stopped. She could feel him lightly blow on her nipple. She felt dampness beginning to form between her legs. She wondered if he was aware. Could he tell she was aroused? Could he maybe even smell her sex? She felt his tongue flick across her nipple. She gasped. Did she really do that she wondered to herself? Might he have heard? She felt him take her nipple between his lips. She felt his tongue across the tip as he pulled on her with his lips. She moaned. He whispered to her, "Can I have one more favor?" "What," she moaned back, barely audible. "Can I touch your other..." "Yes," she fairly spat back at him, knowing what he wanted. She felt his hand on her right breast; rubbing it from the bottom, then to the side then to her nipple as he pinched it between his second and third fingers. It felt good, what he was doing with her. "Your tits are so amazing. I've never felt tits so nice before. I'm so glad I met you so I can touch you like this. I'll remember this for the rest of my life. I'll never forget your amazing titties and your wonderful nipples. And if I can be so bold, your amazing ass as well." With that statement she felt his right hand on her left cheek as he continued to massage her right breast as he continued to lick her nipple. She felt him massage and squeeze her ass as he pulled it just slightly away from the wall. She felt herself respond to him no longer keeping track of the number of favors she might have already granted him. She felt his hand move down her leg and then slowly back up as his fingers were inside the leg of her shorts on her back side. She felt his mouth move off her breasts and begin kissing up her chest to her neck, on her throat, then back to the side of her neck as he leaned into her. His leg pushed between hers which placed her left leg between his. She could feel his hardness on her leg as his hand reached the top of her leg, cupped her ass and then up to the fullness of her backside; grabbing a handful of her. "No panties" he whispered excitedly. "My arms are getting tired," she whispered into the air. "Would it help if you took your shirt completely off?" With his question he grabbed her t-shirt with both hands and within a second her shirt was tossed in the bushes. He grabbed the back of her neck with his right hand and pulled her toward him. "I need just one more favor." He didn't wait for a response as he pulled her face to his; kissing her. He offered her his tongue and she accepted as she felt her arms drop to his shoulders and around his back; his arms now around her back rubbing up and down her exposed flesh. "God, you are so absolutely hot. I've never met a woman as hot as you," he whispered in between kisses. His hands dropped to the waist band of her shorts as she let him push inside them and grab each of her bare cheeks. He reached further down her ass with his right hand. She could feel him brush across her anus; moving down further to her wetness. "Just one more favor? My friends will go absolutely wild ass crazy if they can smell you on my fingers." She didn't respond as he continued to hungrily kiss her. She felt his fingers on the outside of her vagina, kneading her lips, then pulling one side of her open and dipping his finger in her wetness. "Oh god." Did she really say that? How could it possibly be that this man has gotten his finger in her pussy? How could it possibly be that she once again was feeling her crotch temperature rise with passion? How could it possibly be that she felt her body giving way to a man once again tonight? She felt her body move to greet him. She pushed her ass back toward the wall and his fingers as he probed for her. She felt her pussy want his fingers in her. "I need you to touch my cock. It would be such a huge favor to me if you would just touch me," he whispered. "I've never had such a hot woman as you touch me down below and god, you have made me so hard I think I'll explode if you don't touch me. Please... just unsnap and unzip my pants and touch me...you have to, I just have to have you touch me." She responded to his request. She unsnapped his jeans; pulling his polo shirt out. Searching for his zipper she found it just as she felt a finger enter her. She gasped. "Oh god," she whimpered. "Pull my zipper down, please, hurry, please." She pulled the zipper down as he moved his finger in her; searching. His pants dropped to his ankles as she felt him inside her, his finger soaked with her. She pulled his underwear open and slipped her hand in grasping his hardness. He wasn't very long but he felt impressively wide to her as she grabbed him, her fingers reaching a bit more than halfway around him. She began to stroke him as she felt him find what he had been searching for. She felt her lungs pant as he began to shake. "Oh god, I'm going to cum. Can I cum on your titties?" She groaned inaudibly as she knew his climax would likely end the opportunity that had been building between her legs. He released his hand from her as she was gently pushed her knees; she ripped his Hanes down his leg with her left hand has her other continued to move up and down his cock. "I'm a heavy cummer so get ready! I'm going to cum all over those beautiful tits." "Can I do you a favor?" He didn't respond as she placed the head of his cock in her mouth and pumped him furiously with both hands. This wasn't anything she often did but somehow she wanted to do it for him; she wanted to taste him; to swallow him. He felt his pressure build; he grasped the back of her head with both hands; he moved his hips forward, stretching her lips around him; his balls tightening. "Oh god!" He felt a months worth of cum spew into her mouth. "Oh god, take it, take it all, oh god!" As the cum hit the back of her mouth she swallowed him; more than she could handle it began running out the corners of her mouth, down her chin and neck and onto her breasts as she continued to pump him; reaching for his balls she squeezed him releasing another torrent of his seed. She gagged and backed off his cock. Not finished, his cum hit her nose, above her eye, on her chin and her neck until finally he was done. "Oh god, that was so amazing, thank you so much for that. Can I take a picture of my cum on your tits? It would be such a great keepsake." He didn't wait for the response she didn't provide and started flashing away as she remembered to cover her face. "I'm so grateful to you. That was wonderful, and probably the most I've cum in a long time. You are just so hot, you could probably make me cum watching you walk down the sidewalk. Getting to see your amazing body was just more than I could take." "Once I've cum I'm done for a while. I'd love to ask one more favor of feeling my cock in your pussy but I don't think I could satisfy you right now; but if you could wait a while I'd sure like to try." "No, I think I'm done for the night and in looking at you it would appear that you are too." "Well, you know, my tongue still works and if you don't mind me saying I have learned a few tricks along the way." "No, it's ok, I'm spent anyway." "Let me just try for you. If after 30 seconds you don't see any benefit we can part ways with me being one of the happiest guys on the planet and at least I will have tried to satisfy you." "No, no, it's going to start getting light soon and I really should go." "Just give me a few seconds to show you. I'm so grateful to you I want to at least try for you." She just looked at him, pondering his offer but at the same time knowing what she should be doing. As she continued a few seconds of thought she watched him drop to his knees and lean down between her legs. She just looked at him as he grabbed the leg of her shorts and pulled it aside revealing her very moist lips. "A real redhead! I've always loved redheads; they are the most sensual, sexual beings on the planet...as you surely must know." She watched him approach her pussy; parting her lips with his tongue. She had never been a huge fan of receiving oral but at times she had found herself aroused by a tongue on her clit. He reached up and gently pulled her full lips aside as he ran his tongue up and down her slit. She leaned her head back to the wall; closing her eyes and steadying herself with her left hand on the grass while her right hand rubbed the back of his neck. She felt herself moan. She wasn't exactly sure what he was doing but whatever it was he was doing it right as she felt the return of her heat. "Mmmm, that's nice, keep doing that," she whispered; "yes, that." Her legs began to tremble as she felt something build inside her. "Oh my, has it been thirty seconds yet? Please don't stop; yes, there; yes, keep doing that." She felt her hips rise off the ground has her breathing quickened. She grabbed his head, pulling him into her as she felt his lips pulling on her clit and fingers inside her. Her hips started bucking involuntarily as she felt her orgasm building. "Oh god.... Oh god...yes...I'm...I'm..." She pulled his head hard into her, wrapping her legs around his head as her back dropped to the ground; her hips suspended in midair as her body convulsed. Her scream defined her pleasure as she pushed her throbbing pussy into his face. He lifted her ass off the ground with her legs draped over his back; continuing to tongue her. He had not noticed that at some point his formerly limp cock had once again gained its full status. As he pulled her ass and back fully off the ground his hard cock touched her back; and he came. Both exhausted he lowered her back to the ground. Her shorts were a sopping mess. He continued licking, kissing and sucking on her pussy lips as he took in her sweet aroma and playing with her bright red hair; wishing he could get to know more of this woman; wishing he could take her home; wishing he could feel his cock inside her sweet pussy; not wanting this moment to end. She was totally satisfied. She had been brought to an orgasm by a man intent only on pleasing her. She smiled; her eyes closed; her body warm, happy and relaxed. The sound of applause was so unexpected. The Wedding Ch. 04 This is a fictional work for adult reading only and any resemblance with person living or dead is purely coincidental. Thank you to all who have given me encouragement by voting and contacting me. For those who want more... at least one more chapter is in preparation. * I only vaguely saw a see of faces turn and watch as I was led down to the altar and where my husband to be was waiting nervously. He was flanked by the best man, you! I saw you look back briefly with a broad grin on your face. I compared the men as they stood there with their backs to me both dressed in dark suits, my husband nervous and unassuming and next to him the man who had used me, made me his whore and humiliated me, but who had got me addicted to his stronger, taller, more muscular body. I felt a shiver of fear, disgust and need sweep through my body as I was brought up to stand next to my husband to be who turned and smiled at me. I was so nervous, not like my husband, but because I could taste Kev's sperm on my breath and felt the stickiness of yours in my womanhood. I was terrified it would slowly start running down my legs and that anyone in the congregation would see if it eventually seeped through my dress, so now and again I clenched my thighs and as carefully as possible just moved a little back and forth to rub it in and hopefully dry. Everything seemed to happen in a daze and suddenly I was being asked to pledge my vows. I felt an inward shiver as I saw my husband look at me and behind him you, with a smirk on your face. I said "I will" hoping that my face was not blushing too much with shame, in the knowledge that my body would be enjoyed by men other than husband and that I would have no say in the matter. In no time the priest was pronouncing us man and wife. I kissed Andrew, holding my breath and hoping that he did not get a taste or smell of the sperm which had recently been pumped down my throat. I was so nervous he would react, but either he didn't notice or didn't want to show any sign of surprise. As I kissed Andrew, I noticed the smirk on your face as you looked on. Somehow I made it down the aisle and I have just chaotic memories about what happened next, but I remember your grinning face always close by.. I was so relieved looking down at my gown that there were no tell tale signs your sperm seeping through! Covered in confetti and photos were being taken, family, best man, bridesmaids...... Then I was being led down to the waiting car, more confetti and climbing in, relieved to be alone with my new husband, feeling relieved and ashamed, but at least safe. I looked out of the window as we drove off and heard the clanking of cans tied on the bumper as they bounced their way over the rough track after us. Andrew kissed me lightly on the lips and I almost burst into tears of relief to be away from the two men who had sexually assaulted me before my wedding, one of whom had possibly made me pregnant already! I leaned back and we drove into a lay-by and stopped. The driver who was in front of me turned and smiled at Andrew, saying, "just get those cans off the back, Sir." Andrew smiled and thanked him but I froze in horror when I saw the smiling face of one of my assailants, Kev, behind the wheel. Andrew stupidly offered to help and got out. I sat in the car my relief gone, looking back to see the two men chatting amiably, Andrew unaware that the driver had twice ejaculated into his wife's mouth in a very short space of time before the ceremony, calling her dirty names and treating her like a slut. Now here he was playing the polite, friendly polite driver. While Andrew went back to the other side of the car Kev leaned up against my window pushing his crotch against the glass ostensibly talking to Andrew but rubbing against the glass! Getting back in the car Andrew smiled at me adding the cans had been removed and we could now relax at the reception. Relax! I shuddered and tried to smile back, agreeing with him. It was an uneventful drive, with Andrew holding my hand and Kev driving, glancing back now and again. "Nice do!" he said grinning in a friendly way. "Yes," Andrew replied and leaned forward. "I can't place you actually, sorry!" "Good friend of the best man," Kev turned briefly smiling so innocently. "Helping Pete make sure everything runs smoothly today. Doing the driving and filling in if and when needed." He eyed me when he said "filling in". "Will be one of the guys helping out with drinks and serving guests at the dance later, so you agreed with Pete to include me in the meal. Remember?" Kev seemed so sure of himself, so convincing and I saw from the hesitation on my husband's face he wasn't sure, but he blindly trusted his best man, Peter, and so nodded and smiled. "Really generous of you, mate! Nice to see you and your new wife so happy." He winked at us and I felt my cheeks red and hot. "Pete's really done us proud. Seems to have thought of everything." Andrew said and my heart dropped, aching to blurt out what he had really done! "Really grateful to both of you, aren't we darling?" He asked, turning to me. "Yes," I blurted out, "yes, thank you!" Kev grinned again and looked back at the road. As we drove along, with me holding Andrew's hand I felt afraid again, wondering what you and Kev had planned for the reception. Arriving at last at the hotel where we were to spend our honeymoon and where the reception was to be held, Kev parked the car and opened the door for me, playing the perfect gentleman. Andrew didn't see him run his hand over my backside and mutter "enjoy yourself, bitch, will be giving you some special service soon" as he turned to head towards the hotel entrance. He waited and I came to him and, holding his hand, headed for the door. We were greeted with a glass of champagne and it wasn't long before all the guests started arriving, including you! Such a hubbub of chatter and I was grateful to be called along for the meal. I was shocked at finding myself placed next to you! Kev sat down at one of the longer tables, but sitting next to you surprised me and I said as much to my new husband, but he seemed to think it was perfectly normal for the bride to be sitting between the most important men at the wedding, namely himself and his best man. The meal was really good, but halfway through the main course, I felt a hand on my knee under the table and turned to see you smiling at me, your hand stroking and massaging my knee and up my thigh all hidden under the table cloth. You leaned over to me and I had to force a smile to show any guests how friendly we were. "Looking forward to the honeymoon, cunt!" you said in a low voice, more of a statement than a question, smiling as if you had said something nice to me. You squeezed my knee hard and I nodded and begged you in a soft voice not to ruin the reception. "Far from it, bitch, it will be such a fucking enjoyable occasion!" You took a bread stick and leaned close to me as you started chatting in a matey way to Andrew. I was amazed how well he got on with you, but then you switched on the charm and had him eating out of you hand. The three of us sat there close to each other when I suddenly felt a hard poke at my naked pussy between my legs. I glanced quickly at you, but you gave nothing away as you and Andrew continued to exchange some friendly banter. I stifled a moan and turned it into a slight cough as I felt something hard and long slide up into my pussy. With your right hand under the table, you picked up another bread stick with the other and smiled at me. I felt a frisson of disgust and also fear in case it break inside me. This was exactly what you wanted and I had no choice but to open my legs so you could enjoy fucking me secretly under the table with the stick. This carried on a couple of minutes before Andrew had to turn away to answer a question coming from a guest on his other side and I turned to you as you slowly withdrew the bread-stick and replaced it among the others in a small holder, making sure it stood out a little from the others. Andrew turned back and you immediately offered me the bread sticks. I looked at you in disgust and then was horrified as you leaned further forward and Andrew took the one which had just been inside my pussy and was actually moist with your sperm from our fuck from before the wedding ceremony. I struggled with myself and said nothing as I watched Andrew bite into it and felt your leg push against mine under the table. The speeches worried me as I wondered if you would add some sort of nasty double meaning to anything, but I was much relieved when you did not and we all had about an hour to spare, before yet more guests arrived, workmates, neighbours, etc and we had the coffee, tea, champagne and cake. Some decided to go for a walk and Andrew suggested he take the older relatives for a short stroll and suggested I relax a bit before the next session. I kissed him gratefully, but guiltily, as I was feeling tired, and watched him slowly leave with some old ladies on his arm. I decided to go to the toilet and try to clean up a bit before things continued. I was so relieved to find myself alone and going down the corridor towards the toilets that I didn't see you break away from some guests and hurry after me. I turned the corner at the end of a short corridor and stood before the two entrances, ladies and men. I was about to step towards the ladies when you grabbed me from behind and pinned me to the wall, pushing against me and kissing my lips. I struggled and eventually you broke the kiss, smiling as you do in your triumphant way. "Please not here!" I gasped as I felt you pressing against me, rubbing your already aroused manhood against my body. "Did you enjoy the ride back with Kev?" you asked, grinning, cupping my right breast. I gasped, feeling the tingling in my body that this brute always aroused in me, ashamed and at the same time excited. "Please, someone might come along or out of the toilets!" I almost sobbed. I felt your hand, strong and warm on my breast, squeezing and massaging it. I moaned and felt my knees growing weak and suddenly a noise in the corridor made you break away and I dashed into the ladies, escaping quickly, panting nervously and glad to find myself alone there. I found myself shaking as I entered the cabin and sat for a few minutes regaining my composure. I finally exited and washed my face and using the towel managed to wash and wipe my breasts and cleavage, always listening out for the sign of anyone coming in. I felt better and cleaner having washed off the sperm from my body and was about to start between my legs when someone came in. I hurriedly made it look as if I were just having a brief facial wash and adjusting my dress and smiled, exchanged a few polite words and slowly and nervously left, with the sticky feeling still between my legs! I would have to try and have a shower before going to the marriage bed this evening. I looked around as I opened the door, half expecting to see you there, standing legs apart ready to pounce and abuse me again. I found I had held my breath to hear better and as I rounded the corner of the corridor breathed out hard as I found the coast clear. I headed back towards the lounge, looking forward to sitting down and relaxing a little before the next lot of guests arrived. I had just reached the lobby when the man at the desk called out, "Mrs Smith." I didn't pay any attention and carried on towards the lounge until he repeated the name more loudly and I turned and realised he was looking at me. "Oh, I am sorry," I smiled, "Yes, I suppose that's my name now. I am not used to it yet! He congratulated me and informed me the management wished to see me and congratulate me if I had a moment. "Of course,"I said graciously and was ushered through to door, at which the man knocked and opened on hearing a "Come in!" I heard him close it behind me and a dark skinned man in his thirties and wearing an expensive looking shirt and tie sitting behind a desk stood up smiling at me, revealing beautiful white teeth contrasting so starkly with his dark skin. "Thank you for coming along to see me, Mrs Smith. I just wish to congratulate you on your marriage and offer a little personal gift." His voice was quiet, smooth and almost hypnotic. He seemed friendly but the smile on his face faded and was replaced by a colder and almost aggressive expression. I noticed a slight scar on his cheek and suddenly I felt a wave of uneasiness wash through me. I was about to reply when he added with a laugh in his voice and a sneer on his face, "I hear that that the bride enjoys feeding on sperm." He paused as if enjoying watching my shocked reaction, before continuing, leaning forward almost in a conspiratorial way, "Mrs Smith, I was wondering if your new husband is aware of this?" I found myself gripping the back of the chair, my knuckles white, as my legs turned to jelly. I opened my mouth but somehow I couldn't speak as the sneer on his face grew. He chuckled and added, "Well a mutual good friend tipped me the wink, actually. I am sure you remember him, as he has arranged everything so well." He nodded at something or someone behind me and I turned and in horror saw you standing at the door, hidden to me behind the door as I entered, but now standing with your legs apart and a hand lightly placed on your crotch. You took a step to your left, effectively blocking any escape, an evil grin on your face as you looked me hungrily up and down. "Well ..... and now for that personal gift, Mrs Smith...," the manager continued in his silky smooth voice. The Wedding Ch. 05 Eldon Parkhurst stood in front of the full-length mirror on his bedroom door, examining the outfit he'd chosen to wear on his first date since the death of his wife. He thought he looked pretty good in the charcoal pinstripe suit, pink Oxford cloth shirt, and pink and gray rep stripe tie. He'd bought the suit several years earlier, hadn't worn it in ages, and was pleased it still fit. Selecting the right outfit took Eldon quite a while. Adding to that the time it had taken to shower and dress, and he used up most of the afternoon. Before he knew it, it was time for him to leave to meet his date. He took his tan trench coat out of the closet and slipped it on. Eldon drove toward his date's home, more nervous than he had been in years. What would tonight be like? He was out of touch with the modern dating scene. He knew he was driving very slowly, mainly because part of him wanted to go on this date, and part of him didn't because he was afraid he'd do something wrong. His date was Joan Dean, one of his colleagues on the faculty of the local high school. Joan taught secretarial courses and Eldon taught history. They'd been close friends for years and, during a time Joan was going through the marital difficulties which eventually led to her divorce, they had a brief, but very intense affair. Eldon's late wife never knew about the affair. In the years after his wife's death, Eldon had thought about asking Joan out on more than one occasion, but he had put off doing it until recently. Now, as he neared her house, he wondered what it would be like to go out with her now that his wife was no longer in the picture. He arrived at the house where Joan lived, parked in the driveway, got out of his car, and walked up onto the back porch. His colleague opened the door when he came up on the porch and smiled at him. "Hi, Eldon," she said softly. "Hi, Joan," Eldon replied. He knew his throat felt tight and wondered if his voice sounded as funny to her as it did to him. Joan had an attractive, fascinating face and captivating smile. Her dark hair was done up in a simple, but pretty, style. She had Native American ancestors and inherited a dark skin coloration from them which gave her what looked like a year-round tan. This evening she had on a gray man-tailored blouse and white cardigan vest with gray highlights that matched her shirt. Her well-formed lower half, the part that attracted Eldon to her in the first place, was clad in loose pleated pants the same color as her blouse. Her generous breasts pressed the shirt out. As Eldon looked at Joan, he felt warmth rising inside him. She still had that effect on him! Of course, the fact that he hadn't had sex since his wife died might have had something to do with how he was responding to her, too, but... "I didn't know you were going to dress up," Joan said and blushed. "Maybe I should change." Eldon shook his head. "You...you look lovely," he told her. His date gave him a shy, embarrassed look and backed up so he could enter her house. "I...I was glad when you called," she said. "I've been thinking about you a lot. I...I guess I should have invited you over for dinner or something." "It was up to me. I finally came to the conclusion I had to do something," Eldon explained. "I realized I needed to start getting on with my life." "I'll get my coat," Joan said. She disappeared down the hallway, then reappeared wearing an attractive gray herringbone tweed pant coat. "Where are we going?" "The Townline Restaurant," Eldon said. "Unless there's somewhere else you'd rather to go." "I love the Townline," Joan told him. "I can't afford to go there that often, but I have gone a few times and it was always excellent." They walked outside, Eldon held the door so Joan could slip into his car, then he got in behind the wheel, started the engine, and pulled away from the curb. "How are you doing, really?" she asked once they were rolling down the highway. "I guess I'm doing all right," Eldon replied. "I just try to take things one day at a time." "I...I didn't know what to do when I heard about Jean," Joan said. "I wanted to call, but..." "I put you in a tough position," Eldon said. "I'm sorry for that." "You didn't make me do anything I didn't want to do," Joan said. She laid her hand on his arm. "What we had was special and remains very important to me. I'm not sure I could have made it through my divorce without you." Eldon wasn't sure how to respond. Their relationship had been special to him, too. The thing was, when his wife took ill, he went through a period of tremendous guilt over what he and Joan and had done. Jean never knew about them, he was sure of that, but the fact he'd cheated on his wife continued to bother him for a long time, even after her death. "You look sad," Joan commented, bringing him back to the present. "Just thinking about things," he said. "Did...did Jean know ever...know?" Joan asked, "About us, I mean?" Eldon shook his head. "No," he said. "I'm sure she never did." "I'm glad," Joan said. "I'd hate to think she..." She stopped abruptly and stared straight ahead. Eldon sensed her discomfort and realized she might be thinking that talking about his late wife might be upsetting to him. "It's all right to talk about it," he told her. "Jean died. It's a fact of life I've had to get used to and learn to accept these last four years. We...we had a wonderful life together. I miss her terribly, and I'd have given anything if it had been me who had to suffer, but that wasn't the way it was." "You did love her very much, didn't you?" Joan asked softly. Eldon nodded. "Yes, I did," he said. "In spite of the fact that I did things that might make some people question how much I loved her." "You know..." Joan said, "all the times we were together, I knew that. It's funny. I sometimes feel guilty about what we did, but I'm not sorry we did it." "I'm not sorry, either," Eldon admitted. "There was a time I'd have said it was impossible to love someone and sleep with someone else, but I think that's a fallacy. I loved Jean, but what you and I had was something apart from that." He glanced over at her and smiled. "Something very special." "So what have you been doing with yourself?" Joan asked. Her hand remained on his arm, and Eldon liked having it there. It had been too long since he'd felt a woman's touch. "Not much," he told her. "Mostly moping around the house and feeling sorry for myself when I'm not in school." "I guess it's good you had teaching, then," Joan said. "It gave you something you had to do." "You're right," Eldon said. "Although I never really thought about it in that light. It helped me a lot to have something I had to focus on, that made me keep going." "How is Samantha doing?" Joan asked, referring to Eldon's daughter. "She's coping. How's Annette doing?" Eldon asked. Annette was Joan's daughter, an attractive young woman who graduated from the high school where they both taught a few years earlier. "She's doing well," Joan replied. "She has a good job with an insurance company in Capitol City." They arrived at the restaurant and Eldon pulled into the parking lot and turned off the car. Inside the restaurant, they were quickly seated and a waiter came and took their orders. Eldon ordered Filet Mignon for both of them. He knew the restaurant was famous for their filet mignon. After the waiter left, Joan and Eldon got up and went to the salad bar. Back at the table, Eldon noticed Joan was picking at her salad. "Is something wrong with your food?" he asked. Joan shook her head. "I...I'm just not used to dating," she said. "I'm surprised," he said. "I'd have thought a woman as attractive as you are would be deluged with invitations to go out. Actually, I was surprised you said you were free when I called." Joan smiled. "It isn't easy for a woman my age," she said. "Lots of guys want to take me out, but not many of them want a relationship." Eldon shook his head and frowned. "Sometimes I'm ashamed of my gender," he said. "Men can be such dim bulbs." Joan nodded her agreement. "I don't know what it is," she said. "A lot of men seem to think that because I'm a divorcee I'm an easy lay or something." "I'm sorry to hear that," Eldon said. "You, of all people, deserve better." She looked at him for a long time, then took a deep breath. "I...when you called and asked me to go out with you," she murmured, "I was...excited, but I was scared, too." Eldon was surprised. "Scared?" he said. "Of me?" She nodded. "Things between us were always pretty overwhelming," she said softly. "I...I wasn't sure I could handle that again." "But you're here," Eldon said. Joan nodded again. "I couldn't refuse you," she said. "And part of me wasn't scared." The waiter brought their food and they ate in silence. Eldon wasn't sure what to make of his companion's comment, and she didn't expand on it. They took a long time eating, then had dessert and dallied over that. Finally they were done. They looked at each other. "I...I guess we ought to leave," Eldon said. "I...I guess so," Joan agreed. Eldon laid money for the check and tip on the table and they went out to his car. "Want to do anything else?" he asked as they walked across the parking lot. "I don't care," Joan replied. She seemed skittish, as if she were afraid of what might happen when they got back to her house. "Why don't we go down to the Mill Mall and window-shop?" Eldon suggested. "The bookstore down there has some good computer books I've been meaning to get. I've been trying to teach myself more about using the computer. I want to get literate enough so I can, as the kids say, 'surf the net.'" Joan smiled at him. "I'm barely computer literate. I can turn my computer on and off and use a few of the programs," she said. "Occasionally, I even get it to print." She got in the car while Eldon held the door for her. Eldon slid in his side of the car and off they went. They spent quite a while in the mall. Joan loved window shopping and Eldon got some of the computer books he'd been looking for. While they wandered around, enjoying themselves, they relaxed and began to feel more comfortable with each other. They stopped at an ice cream shop and both had large cones. "This is fun," Joan giggled, "I haven't eaten an ice cream cone in ages." "I haven't, either," Eldon replied. "Not since..." He was going to say not since before his wife died, but decided not to, because memories of Jean were causing him a little bit of pain. Eldon looked sadder than he realized he did. Joan put her hand on his arm and gave him an incredibly caring look. "Are you all right?" she asked softly. "I...I'm fine," Eldon replied. "Let's go home," she said. "I think I've window-shopped all I need to for tonight." They were both quiet during the drive back to her house. Eldon wasn't sure how much his almost mentioning his wife's name upset Joan, but it seemed to. She stayed well over on her side of the car, staring straight ahead. He was afraid his slip had spoiled the evening. Until that happened they'd been having a good time, or so it seemed. Eldon pulled into Joan's driveway and stopped. He turned on the seat, looked at her and saw her looking back at him. "Thank you for going with me tonight," he said softly. "I had a wonderful time," Joan replied, just as softly. She made no move to get out of the car. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Would...would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?" Eldon nodded. He was surprised how nervous he was when he got out of the car and followed Joan into her house. He knew what he hoped would happen, but was trembling at the prospect. He wanted their sexual relationship to resume, but he wasn't sure Joan did. Eldon also had come concerns about what would happen if Joan was willing to have their relationship resume. He hadn't been with a woman in over four years. Grief over his wife's death had kept thoughts of sex from his mind much of that time. Other times, when sexual tension built up, he masturbated. A sudden, terrifying thought hit him. What if he wouldn't be able to perform? When they were in her kitchen, Joan stood nervously, toying with the buttons of her coat. Eldon slipped off his trench coat and helped Joan off with her coat. He laid the coats over the back of a chair. "Can I help you with the coffee?" he asked. "Ah...no," Joan replied. "Why...why don't you go on into the living room and have a seat? I'll bring...the coffee in when...when it's done." She turned and moved to the counter. Years earlier, Eldon would have taken Joan in his arms and begun making love to her the minute they got in the house. Tonight he didn't. He wasn't sure she wanted him to and then there were those nagging fears about his ability to perform. Eldon went into the living room and made himself comfortable on the sofa. The remote control for the TV lay on the coffee table in front of him, so he picked it up and switched on the television and watched the news channel while he waited for Joan. It didn't take long before she appeared, carrying a tray holding the coffee and a plate of cookies. She set the tray on the coffee table and sat down on the sofa a respectable distance from Eldon. "I...I baked the cookies this afternoon," she said softly. "After you called." Eldon smiled. "Aha, you planned to lure me in and ply me with cookies, didn't you?" he teased. "Ah..." Joan said and looked at him. A rosy flush spread under her dusky skin. Eldon could see uncertainty in her eyes. "This is different, isn't it?" he said. "Our being alone together." Joan nodded. "It's...I can't explain it, but it is different, almost scary," she replied, her voice a whisper. "There's the possibility of a real relationship and all that entails now," Eldon said. "I think I may be feeling the same things you are. I don't think either of us knows if we want a permanent relationship." "I...I've thought a lot about it," Joan said, then she flushed. "I know that sounds shameless, but after Jean died, I...I wondered." "I don't think it's shameless at all," Eldon said. "I've thought about you, too." "You...you have?" Joan said, and studied his face. Eldon nodded. "When I decided to begin dating again, you were the first person I thought of," he told her. He had picked Joan partly because he felt she was a safe person to start dating with again. They were nearly the same age and had similar interests. The fact she was quite attractive, and was an excellent lover didn't hurt, either. "I...I was?" Joan said. She bit her lip and continued looking at him. Eldon nodded. He reached for her and she slid closer to him. They gazed deeply into each other's eyes, their faces inches apart. Neither of them seemed sure of how to make the first move. "What...what if it isn't good any more?" Joan whispered. "It will be," Eldon told her, trying to sound surer of that than he felt. He leaned closer and their lips met. Powerful feelings, suppressed during his four years of celibacy, roared alive in his body as Joan's warm lips moved against his. His arms locked around her and he felt hers lock around him. He slid his tongue over her lips, they parted, and her tongue lashed his. His cock swelled to full erection. It looked as if he might not have to worry about problems with performance after all! "Oh...God!" Joan gasped after the kiss ended. "I...I've wanted that for so long!" "Me, too," Eldon choked. "I...I need you." He reached for Joan, but she put her hand on his, stopping him. She shook her head. "Not...not like that. Let's go up to my bedroom. Where we...we can do it right." Feelings of fondness for Joan filled Eldon. She was right. They no longer needed to sneak around, concealing their relationship from others. He caressed her face softly. "You're right," he whispered. He stood up, took her hand, and started for the stairs. He could feel her trembling as she accompanied him. When they reached her bedroom, they again faced an uncomfortable situation. Even though Eldon had made love with Joan before, it had never been in a situation like this and he wasn't quite sure how to proceed. From the uncertain look on her face, he had an inkling she was thinking the same thing. "How do we do this?" he asked. "Who tears whose clothes off first?" Joan smiled and came against him. Once again their lips met, and the question became moot as their hands began undoing clothing and their bodies worked against one another. "Oh, God, I've missed that!" Joan cooed when Eldon's fingers began to tease one of her erect nipples. Her breasts were large and firm, and sagged only slightly. Her nipples were huge, and strained out from the dusky flesh that surrounded them. Eldon had always loved Joan's nipples and the fact they were hyper-sensitive made it even better. He continued caressing her, hearing her gasps and moans of joy. Finally they got each other's clothes off and fell naked onto her bed. Eldon's insides were churning, and his rigid cock was pressed against Joan's warm body. He had to have her! He couldn't wait! Impatiently, he rolled on top of her, reached between them, grabbed his erect penis, and with a quick motion of his hips, buried it deep inside her. "Yessssssss!!!!!! Yesssssssss!!!!" Joan's cries of elated acquiescence echoed in Eldon's ears. She thrust her hips up off the bed and he drove down into her. God, it felt wonderful to be making love, Eldon thought! How had he gone without this for four years? Straining, he continued skewering into Joan's body, feeling his insides coil and tighten, knowing release wasn't far off. "Can't...Wait!!! Oh, God, Eldon!!! Tooo long!!! It's been too long!!!" Joan crooned as her hands raked his back. "Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!! I'm....I'm commminnnnggggggg!!!! Yesssssssssssss!!! Oh, yessssssssss!!!! Yessssssss!!! Yessssssssssssssssssssssss!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!" Joan's hips ground against Eldon's and she writhed under him. Her vagina began convulsing around his erection, and that was all it took. "Joan!!! Oh, God, Joan!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" he cried. Four years of denial ended in a cataclysmic paroxysm of ecstasy and what seemed like gallons of his cream spewed into her. Afterward, still snuggled against Joan, Eldon looked into her eyes. They were filled with awe. That shook him. He wasn't sure he cared that much for her. "I needed you so badly," he whispered. "You were wonderful!" "I...I needed you, too. I've missed this so much!" Joan replied softly, then she kissed him. "Do...do you have to go home tonight?" "Samantha's away, so I don't see why I have to," Eldon said and took her in his arms. Once again, their lips met and their bodies pressed together. The Wedding Ch. 05 Startled, she opened her eyes, sitting up quickly as she looked around for her clothing to cover her naked breasts. She was coming down rapidly from or orgasmic bliss that this man had just shown her. Where was that clapping coming from she wondered as she looked around for her t-shirt. Where did that damn thing go? She spied it hanging from a nearby bush and jumped up to retrieve it. "No need to do that" she heard from behind her. She grabbed the shirt, covering herself as she turned to watch two men approaching them. "So you are holding out on us uh Bob?" So his name was Bob, this man who had just licked and sucked her pussy to orgasm. She looked over at him still kneeling on the ground, not having moved. "Oh hi guys, how long you been standing there?" "Long enough to see that you found our woman" stated the talker. "Did you have any intent of introducing us perhaps?" Bob just looked at his friend, then at the woman. "Well, I didn't quite get her name." "I see that you didn't quite have time for small talk I guess." Bob's friend closed the few paces toward her and reached out his hand. "Hi, I'm Scott. I, no we, apologize for clapping. It seemed like the thing to do at the time." She took his hand. It was a strong hand. As she held her hand for him he joined her with his left hand as well and just held it there as she held the t-shirt with her free hand, attempting, somewhat unsuccessfully, to cover her naked breasts. She raised her eyes to meet his. Scott; a nice name Scott. He had a full head of hair, unlike Bob. He was completely grey but it was a young looking frock on a young looking face above a trim body at about six foot she guessed. "The quiet one back here is Matt. We're both friends of Bob here, or at least I think we are. We're here for work, how about you?" "Just visiting" came her reply." "So what is your name?" She pondered the answer. Did she really want them to know her name? What if they were stalkers? What if they somehow found out where she lived and wouldn't leave her alone? What if they found out where she worked? She decided for discretion and used a name of a friend. She laughed to herself as she repeated that thought. Yes discretion would be the word of the day as she stood there holding a shirt over her flushed breasts in cotton shorts that were sopping wet from her earlier excitement. "My name is Debbie." "Nice to meet you, Debbie. And if you don't mind me saying it has been really nice seeing you. Did Bob here tell you what we have been doing tonight?" Hesitantly she responded "you mean your sight seeing?" "I suppose you could call it that. I have to tell you Debbie that watching you doing your guy upstairs was just about the hottest thing I've ever seen. I should have never let Bob go look for you himself. I should have come over here myself. I sure wish now I had and frankly seeing you now you are just so much hotter than what I could see from our hotel room into your hotel. You are an absolute Milf." "A Milf?" "Yes, a Mother I'd like to Fuck is what it stand for." "Oh, well I only have step kids." "I think that still qualifies, but if not, then I'd just say you are Cougar material for sure." "What's that mean" she asked as she began to wonder why she was standing there even having this conversation but at the same time finding herself liking that this man had called her a Milf. "A Cougar is a middle age woman who is on the prowl for younger men because she knows how hot she is, knows how horny she can make men like me, knows that she can teach men some things and goes after it for the pure joy of sexual pleasure." "I'm not a Cougar. I'm just a mature woman caught by circumstance of this evening." "I beg to differ. First you are upstairs banging away at your guy and then you come down here and you suck Bob off swallowing his cum and then he sucks your pussy till you cum. I'd say that's a Cougar." "That man upstairs, he's not my guy." "He's not? Then who is he?" "That was Paul; we just met." "Really; cool; so you are here alone then?" "No, I'm here with someone else." "Oh really, would that be a man and if so what are you doing down here with Bob, I mean, now with me?" "My husband is upstairs, I really should get back up there." "Really; you are here with your husband? What's the story there?" "It's a long story, I really do not want to discuss this right now." "So let me get this straight; first you are up in the Hotel weight room banging your friend Paul while we watch from across the street along with probably half of our Hotel given that you are banging him in front of a picture window and then you come down here and meet our buddy Bob and swallow his cum all the time your husband is asleep upstairs? Do I have that about right?" She just nodded. "Good god you are a Cougar and kids or not, in my book an absolute Milf! And frankly I have to ask when I am going to see the body I've been longing for all night." "You aren't; I really should go and get some sleep so I can enjoy tomorrow, or I guess today, with my husband." "Oh please, let me see some of your gorgeous body. I've already seen it from afar and I can tell you I immensely enjoyed watching your red pubes surrounding that cock upstairs and Bob's tongue working that pussy over down here but you have me so worked up I just have to see you naked for myself or my hard on will just never go away!" She hadn't looked at his crotch the entire time up to this point. She looked now and saw that he could indeed be in some sort of pain she thought as his bulge was clearly visible and clearly worth noticing. "You like what you see Debbie? Tell you what, could you at least provide me with some relief and rub my cock for me? Do that for me and I'll leave you alone if you wish but you can't send me packing while I'm standing her getting blue balls." She couldn't believe what she was saying as she heard the word flow from between her lips; "ok but then you need to let me go." "Absolutely, and let me say I really appreciate your consideration Debbie." He stepped closer to her as he unsnapped and unzipped his jeans, pushing them and his boxers down below his knees. As he stood she noted that his ball sack was quite large and his cock was standing straight up; hidden by the tails of his shirt. Even though it was a button down shirt he pulled it over his head. As he did so his hard cock in its entirety was visible to her and she gasped. It was standing straight and proud well above his belly button. "Oh my god you are huge!" She took the one step necessary to close the gap between them reaching out to hold his thick veiny monster. She couldn't get her small hand completely around it. She found herself mesmerized by its strength; its power. She felt a tug on her shirt that she was still holding over her with her left hand. Staring at this amazing cock she let her shirt slide from her hand which she promptly place on Scott. She began pumping him with both hands as she felt his cock twitch. "Oh my Scott, I'll bet you get any woman you want." "Right now Debbie I want you. Looking at your nice perky tits up close like this is about all I could ever ask for. I love watching your tits move as your hands slide up and down my shaft. Although it would be nice if I could look at that beautiful pussy while you pump me. It would help me get off even quicker and then you can go." She didn't respond mesmerized as she was by this cock of a size she was pretty sure she had never seen before. She also did not respond as she felt two hands on her hips pulling her shorts down her legs as Scott reached to her breasts; fondling them. She also didn't respond when a hand lifted her right foot to slip it out of her shorts or when she felt a finger on her pussy lips. "Debbie, could you bend down and put me in your mouth as you pump me? It would really be hot." She didn't respond to that comment either other than bending down to comply with his request. Her mouth was stretched to take just the head of his cock between her lips so instead she decided she should lick his shaft. As she held his cock so she could lick the underside of his shaft she noticed Bob taking pictures but somehow she didn't respond to that either. She noted that she hadn't said a word to Matt but he was the one apparently behind her as she certainly knew where Scott was and had located Bob and his camera. As she was bent over at her waist she knew that Matt was getting a full view of her naked pussy that had been so used this evening. Matt pushed her leg to the side, sitting down with his back to Scott and leaned up to stick his tongue where Bob's had been earlier. "Oh god" she thought to herself I have a tongue in my pussy and am playing with this huge cock. She felt a tremble begin to build between her legs as Bob approached her reaching for her right breast with his cock again hard and sticking straight out. He pulled her right hand off Scotts cock and placed it on his. "Oh god" she again thought to herself, "I can't believe I have three men servicing me at once!" As her thought crossed through her mind she noticed that Matt had left his position between her legs. She wanted him back there. She wanted to cum and he left her. Damn him where did he go? Two hands grasped her hips and pulled her away from Scott as she was impaled by a cock! In one smooth movement Matt had shoved his cock all the way to her cervix! "Oh god" she gasped as she reached for Scotts' hips to steady herself. He pulled all the way out of her and slammed into her again pushing her face into Scotts' cock and waist as she wrapped her arms around him grabbing his ass cheeks for support. As she grabbed Scott, Matt pulled his cock out of her again, then pulled her toward him again and slammed his cock back in her. "Hold her there a minute Scott." Scott bent down a little to lean down on her back as he grabbed both her breasts, pushing Bob out of his way. "Fuck her Matt, fuck her hard. Debbie, I've got you, I won't let you fall; keep stroking my cock for me. Stroke me now! Drill her Matt, give her that hard cock of yours!" She did as she was told and again grabbed Scotts' cock. She pumped him as fast as she could as she felt an orgasm again to build between her legs. "I'm going to cum in her Scott, hold her there!" She felt him squeeze her lips tighter as he pumped into her a couple more times and then slammed into her and just held there. She felt his cock move inside her as he squirted his load inside her. And she came; moaning on Scotts cock head which she again had place in her mouth. "Pull out Matt, I have to cum on her! Lay her on the ground!" She felt his cock slip out of her pussy and felt Matt lower her onto her back on the grass as Scott kneeled over her pumping his cock furiously. "Open your mouth Debbie!" She felt her mouth open as she saw the first ropes of his cum fly toward her. It hit her eye, her cheeks, her chin, neck and chest but nothing in her mouth. She looked up at Scott to see his satisfied look as she felt his cock head push between her lips. He tasted different; salty; not bad, just different. She sucked his cock cleaning out his remaining cum and pulled it from her mouth. "Scott, could you get off me now? "Is that anyway to thank us for giving you an orgasm Debbie?" "Well maybe not but you promised I could go...and thank you." He got off her and handed her shorts and shirt back to her. She quickly pulled them both on and moved toward the hotel lobby. "Oh, one thing Debbie." "Yes?" she asked as she turned back toward Scott." "We will be at the beach behind the Hilton today at 1PM; why don't you show up there at that time?" "Thanks for the invitation but I don't think I'll be able to." "You did notice all those pictures Bob took while you had my cock in your mouth and Matt was fucking your pussy didn't you?" She just stared at him. "Be there at one." The Wedding Ch. 06 Bob Thomas went to his sister's house after he finished working his eleven a.m. to seven p.m. "morning mid-watch" shift on the Jamestown Police Department. Tim Jackman, one of his fellow officers, was getting married the next morning and, since Bob lived quite a distance out of town, he left his tux at his sister's house in town. That way he could save himself the drive home and be rested for the wedding in the morning. His sister, Lise greeted him at the door wearing a pink sweat suit. Bob looked at his sibling, a beautiful brunette with shoulder-length hair. Her body was lean, but finely shaped, and she had fantastic breasts, with huge nipples Bob loved to suck. One thing nobody knew about Bob and his sister was that, years earlier, they'd discovered incest wasn't as bad as people made it sound. After they made that discovery, they engaged in it regularly, and continued to do so, even after Lise got married. The sweat suit Lise was wearing did nothing to hide her obviously swollen belly. Lise was pregnant, but Bob didn't think she'd gained much weight anywhere beside her belly. Her dark hair was carefully done and, even though it was late and she was home alone, it looked as if she was wearing makeup. That was the way his sister was; just because she was pregnant didn't mean she was going to let herself go. "Hi," Lise said, "How was your shift?" "Really dull," Bob replied. "We didn't make a single arrest, and we only issued a couple of traffic citations." "Poor baby," she replied, grinning. "Would you like a cup of coffee?" "You know I would," Bob told her. "I thought you might," Lise said. "I put some on a little while ago. It ought to be just about thick enough for you by now." She turned and started for the kitchen. Bob followed his sister and noticed that her bottom, which was darn nice before she got pregnant, looked even better now. It moved wonderfully under the soft material of her sweat suit as she preceded him into the kitchen. "Watch it, there, boy!" Bob told himself. "You shouldn't be having those kinds of thoughts about your pregnant sister!" Lise and her husband Greg, a long-distance trucker, had a nice house, which Lise kept very neat. The kitchen was large and had a breakfast bar. Bob sat down on one of the stools. His sister poured two mugs of coffee and set them on the counter in front of Bob, then she climbed up on the stool next to his. "How's it going?" he asked. "Everything on schedule in the baby department?" Lise shrugged. "Everything's fine, I guess," she replied. "My obstetrician says everything's fine and the baby is healthy." "You scared about having it?" Bob asked. Lise nodded. "I am, a little," she said. Bob patted his sister's shoulder. "No problem, sis," he said. "I hear it's no big deal." "Yeah, right!" Lise snorted. "It doesn't matter if it's easy or not. After the way this one's messed up my life, I'm not about to have any more kids. Mom and Dad are going to have to be satisfied with one grandchild from me." "Oh?" Bob said. "How has being pregnant messed up your life?" Lise sipped her coffee, then she looked at him and frowned. "Greg was all excited about my being pregnant. He was walking around doing the proud papa thing...until I started showing. Then, all of a sudden, he's 'sleepy' every time we go to bed. I can't remember the last time he hugged or kissed me!" She patted her belly. "Of course, I do look pretty gross, so I guess I shouldn't blame him." "Hey, you look pretty terrific to me," Bob said. Lise gave him a surprised look. "I...I do?" she said. "You aren't just saying that, are you, little brother?" "No, I'm not" Bob said. "I've always thought there's something about a woman who's pregnant, you know, a kind of glow..." "Yeah, sure," Lise snorted. "It's easy for you to say that, but..." Just like that, she was crying. Bob wasn't sure what to do, but he figured a hug might help, so he put his arms around his sister. Lise leaned toward her brother and him hold her as she cried. It felt so good to have someone she could talk to. Bob sat there, his arms around his sister, feeling very confused. His cock had lurched when she pressed against him, and it felt as if it was getting stiffer! "Th...thanks, Bob" Lise stammered into his shoulder, "I...I needed that. God!" She went to sit up straight and almost slipped off the stool. She stuck her hand out, trying to support herself, and it wound up between her brother's legs, holding his stiffening cock. Bob helped his sister sit up straight, but her hand stayed where it was. She didn't seem to want to let go of what she had discovered. "You...you..." Lise gazed at her brother, wide-eyed. Bob, not sure what else to do, kissed her. Lise moaned softly and kissed her brother back, sliding her slender arms around his neck as she did. Bob felt his sister's swollen belly pressing against him and the new sensations amplified his excitement. He thrust his tongue between his sister's lips, where it was met by hers. Her arms tightened around his neck and her tongue lashed his. He slid his hands under his sister's sweatshirt and cupped her breasts, bringing impassioned moans from her. Her breasts were hard and swollen and felt bigger than he remembered them. "Oh, Bob, what...what are we going to do?" Lise gasped when their kiss finally ended. She wasn't sure what her brother was up to. How could he be turned on by her when her husband wasn't? She hoped Bob wouldn't leave her hanging, like her husband had been doing. "We...we're going to make love," Bob gaped. He managed to get her bra undone and once he did, his hands wrapped around her hot, swollen breasts and his thumbs teased her rock-hard nipples. Lise's mouth fell open. "Ohhhhhhhh!!! Godddddddd!!!!" she groaned, her hands pressing her brother's face against her. "Yesssssss!!! Oh, yessssssssssss!!!!!!" It was the first time that he knew of that Bob was making love to a pregnant woman. He was pretty sure, from what he recalled from health classes in school, that there was little chance of harming the baby if he and Lise made love, so that wasn't a problem. Lise slid off the stool and, holding her brother's hands against her breasts, looking up at him. "The bedroom! Please, Bob, let's go in the bedroom!" she moaned. It didn't take them long to get there, even though their legs were a bit wobbly. Once they had arrived in his sister's bedroom, Bob stripped his sister's sweatshirt off, then he had her sit down on the bed and looked at her. "Bob, please, don't..." Lise stammered. "I...I'm not pretty...this...way...I..." Bob silenced her with a kiss while his hands worked her sweatpants and panties down over her swollen belly. "How...how can you...you stand...to...to look at me?" Lise whispered, her face buried in the crook of her brother's shoulder. "I think you're beautiful," Bob said, and he meant it. He couldn't count the number of times he'd seen his sister naked, but he found the way she looked now especially exciting. She had gained a little weight, but only in her belly which was stretched tight and had blue veins showing against her pale skin. Faint stretch marks were evident, too. Lise's breasts were swollen and, like on her belly, bluish stretch marks showed on their pale surfaces. Her nipples, surpassingly large, protruded from the rounded masses they capped. Bob drew one rigid nub between his lips and began suckling like a baby. Lise moaned and clutched his head. "Ohhhhhhh, Bob!!! Oh, Godddddd!!!" she groaned. "It's been so long!!!! That feels so gooddddd!!!!" "How could Greg not want to do this?" Bob wondered as he sucked his sister's distended nipples. "The man's a serious idiot!" Not only Lise's nipples wonderful to look at, they were incredibly sensitive, too! While he tantalized his sister's breasts with his lips, his hands slid gently over the rest of her. Bob got a surprise when the baby inside his sister's body moved and one of its appendages pressed against his hand as he was sliding it over her belly. Surprisingly, that added to his desire for her. Over her belly, through Lise's pubic hair, his hand moved, seeking her pussy, wanting to add to the thrills he was giving her. "Uhhhhhhhh!!!!" Lise groaned. Her hips thrust upward as her brother's fingers came in contact with the swollen bud of her clit. "Oh, Bob, that feels so gooooodddddd!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!" Bob explored his sister's middle and found she was soaking wet! He couldn't imagine why her husband didn't want to make love to her! She was so lovely and so responsive! She was getting turned on faster than she did when she wasn't pregnant. His fingers slid through Lise's swampy opening, then he thrust one finger into her. His thumb rubbed Lise's clit while his digit probed her insides. "Yesssssss!!! Oh, Bob, yessssssss!!! Yesssssssss!!!!" Lise cried, her hips twisting and turning wildly. "Yesssssss!!!!!" Bob abandoned his sister's breasts and began kissing his way down over her distended belly. Once again, he experienced contact with the baby inside her as it kicked against his exploring lips. All the while, his finger kept thrusting in and out of her and his thumb rubbed her swollen clit. Lise was going wild. "Yesssssss!!! Oh, Bob, yesssssssss!!! More!!! More, Bob!!!" Lise cried, "I love itttt!!! So long!!! So long!!!! It's been so long!!!!!" Despite how turned on she was, she felt her brother's lips continue their downward journey over her body and realized what he planned to do. Her hips arched upward, off the bed. "Yesssssssss, Bob!!! Eat meeeeeee!!! Give me your tongue!!! Give me your tongue!!!!" she demanded. Bob replaced his thumb on her clit with his tongue and Lise exploded. "Wahhhhhh!!!! Yessssssssss!!!" she shrieked. "I'm...Oh, Goddddddddd...I'm commmminnnnngggggggggg!!! I'm commmminnnnngggggggggggggggggggg!!!!!!!!!!!" Bob watched, wide-eyed, as his sister's hips twisted and turned frantically. It really had been a long time since she'd had an orgasm! His cock jumped and stiffened, trying to tear its way out of his pants. He wanted her! He wanted her bad! He began shedding his clothes, still caressing Lise with his fingers. When, finally, the wild spasms shaking her began to wane, Lise lay on the bed, her chest heaving, staring at her brother. "God, Bob, that was incredible!" she gasped. "I needed that so much! Thank you! Oh, God, Bob, thank you!!" Bob finished taking his clothes off and stretched out next to his sister on the bed. The minute he did, she was in his arms, kissing him. His cock was pressed against her distended abdomen. "I want more!" Lise exclaimed between kisses. "I want more! What you did, that just took the edge off! Can you fuck me?" Bob's cock, trapped against his sister, felt stirring as the baby inside his sister moved again. For some reason, he found contact with his unborn niece or nephew unbelievably thrilling! He had every intention of giving his sister what she wanted. He'd gladly give her as much sex as she could handle. The only thing he worried about was that he weighed quite a bit more than Lise. Anyhow, given the size of her swollen belly, he didn't think the missionary position would work too well. But he did know other positions... "Lise, roll over, so your back's to me," he said. "OK," his sister said. She turned, then snuggled back against him, her firm bottom caressing his cock. "Oh, Bob, I think I like this position!" she cooed, then she moaned softly when her brother slid an arm over her, cupped a bloated breast, and began tweaking her nipple. "Yesss!!! Oh, God, Bob, yesssss!!!!" she crooned. She moved her hips and his cock probed deep between her buttocks. Bob slid his hand down to Lise's leg, pulled it up and draped it back over his leg; then he pressed the tip of his cock, which was jutting through between her legs, against his sister's wet labia. He shifted his hips a little and his cock entered her when he thrust forward. "Ohhhhhhh!!!!" she groaned. "I forgot about this position!" Her hand pushed his aside and took over caressing her clit while her hips moved, trying to get more of him into her. He could feel her pushing at his cock, trying to stuff it in! She really did need fucking! Lise's warmth engulfed Bob and the rippling walls of her snug cavern caressed his embedded shaft. Ripples of delight sped up his back. "Godddd!!!!" Lise murmured. "It feels so good to finally have something in me! I needed this so bad!!!" "How...long has...has it been?" Bob grunted. Waves of ecstasy kept washing over him as his cock slid in and out of his sister's body. This turned out to be far more exciting than he expected it to be. "Too damn long!" Lise replied, moving her hips. She could feel brother's cock riding easily in and out of her snug slit. "Way too damn long!!!" Bob was extremely aroused. He needed to come! He gripped his sister's hips and drove into her, shaking her. The thought occurred to him that the baby probably had no idea what was happening, but that thought faded rapidly as passion engulfed him. "Lise!! I...I can't...I can't wait!!!" he groaned. "I'm too close!" "Don't wait, Bob!!! Come!" Lise crooned. "I want to feel you come! Please!!!" Her hips began moving with increasing urgency. Bob couldn't hold back any longer. Like an uncoiling spring, his insides unwound, spewing what felt like an endless supply of his hot cream into his sister. "Lise!!! Ahhhhhhhhhh!!! Take ittttttt!!!" he cried, as wonderful spasms wracked his body. "I can feel it!!! Oh, Godddddd, Bob!!! It's so hot!!!" Lise cried when she felt her brother's spend splattering her insides. Her body quivered. "Yesssssss!!! Oh, yesssssss!!! I....I'm...Oh, Godddddd...I'm commmminnnnnngggg!!! Aggggainnnnnnnnnn!!! Aggggainnnnnnnn!!! Yesssssssssssssssssssss!!! Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!!!!" Her tidy bottom squirmed against her brother, milking all of the come she could get out of him, wringing every last bit of pleasure possible from their passionate connection. Lise's wild movements and ecstatic cries finally and she lay in her bed, pressed against her brother spoon fashion. "My God, Bob!" Lise gushed, "That was incredible! It...it was so good, Like it always is with you!" She wriggled her backside against her brother and his cock, which had remained in her as it softened, slipped out of her. "God! I needed that so bad!" She turned so she could face Bob. "How come my being pregnant doesn't turn you off like it does Greg?" Bob shrugged and kissed his sister softly. "I don't know, Sis," he said. "I think you're still a helluva foxy chick. The fact that you're pregnant doesn't change that." He chuckled. "And you're still a helluva piece of ass!" Lise kissed him. "You're so sweet, Bob. And you're such a smooth talker, too" she said. Then she made a face. "I'm all sticky. I've got to clean up and go pee." She slid out of the bed and, naked, padded down the hall to the bathroom. Bob lay there wondering if there would be more love-making. He was tired and dozed off. The next thing he knew, he was experiencing incredibly wonderful feelings. He opened his eyes, lifted his head, looked down, and saw Lise kneeling on the bed next to him, sucking his cock, which once was rising proudly to attention. He reached for Lise and rubbed her belly, then he cupped her dangling, swollen breasts in his hands and began to tease her nipples. Lise let her brother's cock slide from her mouth and smiled at him, her lips and chin slick and shiny. "You don't mind that I'm doing this, do you?" she asked, grinning. "You don't need to ask," her brother told her, "You know how much I love it when you do that to me!" His voice sounded a bit strained. Lise smiled and resumed licking and sucking her brother's newly risen wand and heard him groan with joy. Bob wasn't in imminent danger of coming from what Lise was doing to him, but that didn't keep it from feeling wonderful! He laid his head back on the pillow and let his sister have her way with him. Lise kept at it for a wonderfully long time, then she stopped, straddled Bob, gripped his cock in one of her petite hands, and lowered herself onto it. Bob experienced fantastic sensations as he slid into Lise. Warmth radiated through him, shaking him. Once she had her brother's cock fully hilted in her, Lise began rocking her hips. Her motions made his cock lash her insides. "God, Bob, I love this!" she gurgled delightedly. "I love it!!!" "Yeah, me, too," Bob groaned. He toyed with her bobbing, distended breasts, then he caressed the tightly stretched skin of her belly. "I can't believe this!" Lise cooed, "I love this!" The motions of her hips grew more and more frantic. "God!!! I...I can't get enough!!! I can't get enough!!!" she mewled. "I can't get enough!!!" Bob felt his need rising rapidly. He clutched his sister's hips and pulled her down against him, raising his hips, poking his cock into her as far as it would go. "Oh, shit!!! Oh...Shittttttt!!!!" Lise cried suddenly, her face flushing. "Oh, God, Bob, I...Ahhhhhh...I'm gonna come againnnnnnn!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Yesssssssssssssssss!!!! Yessssssssss!!! Take meeeeeeeeee!!! Take meeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! I can't wait!!! I gotta...Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Her body went wild as her passion was unleashed. "Eeeeeyahhhhhhhhh!!!!" Bob cried when his sister's spasming pussy sucked his explosion from him. They snuggled for a while afterward, and once more Bob got to enjoy feeling his sister's swollen belly pressed against him. After a bit, Lise once more excused herself to go to the bathroom. When she came back, she sat on the bed looking down at her brother. "Am I so terrible?" she asked. "Is it wrong for me to think Greg should want me?" Bob shook his head and caressed one of her slim arms. "I don't think so," he told her. "I think Greg's the one who's terrible. Actually, I think he's a damn fool!" Lise bent and kissed him gently. "I'm glad you think so," she said, then she stood up. "I don't know about you, but I'm hungry. Ever since I got pregnant, I'm always hungry. Can I get you something?" "I'll have another cup of coffee," Bob said. He watched Lise slip on a filmy robe which barely concealed her swollen belly. Then he got up, slipped on his pants, and followed her out into the kitchen. Lise stood at the counter, making herself a sandwich. "I don't understand why this..." she said and patted her belly, "doesn't turn you off the way it does Greg." Bob took a sip of his coffee. "If you're eating all the time, how have you managed to keep your figure?" he asked. Lise cradled her belly in both hands. "You call this keeping my figure?" she asked. Bob caressed her bottom. "This is still feels like it's in good shape," he said, giving one of her firm buttocks a gentle squeeze. "You always did know just the right thing to say, didn't you, little brother?" she said, plopping herself on Bob's lap. Bob was surprised to feel erotic sensations rippled through him again. He cupped one of his sister's breasts and thumbed the nipple. "These aren't too bad, either," he said. "Actually, I think they're a little bigger than they used to be." Lise shuddered. "God, Bob! That does feels nice! You're right, they are a lot bigger than they used to be." She snorted. "Greg says that's the only good thing that's come out of my being pregnant so far! He says he likes it that my boobs are bigger, but he doesn't ever touch them." Bob's cock again began to swell, encouraged by the pressure of Lise's fine butt, which she was squirming delightfully on his lap. Lise looked at her brother, her eyes wide. "Is that...is it what I think it is?" she asked. Bob nodded. "It sure as hell is," he replied. Lise looked surprised. "Oh, Wow! I can't believe you're horny again!" She slid off his lap and grabbed his hand. "Come on, let's go back to bed!" The Wedding Ch. 06 She crawled in bed next to her sleeping husband. She was exhausted from the adventures of her evening, first with Paul and later with Bob, Scott and Matt. What was she doing? How did the last eighteen hours transcend from the happy emotion of her friends wedding to her behavior at the reception with Paul to her later meeting up with Paul? What could have possibly possessed her to allow those transgressions descend into her escapades with Bob, Scott, and Matt. Had she lost her mind? She couldn't believe what had come over her and what had transpired. She knew, of course, that her husband supported her happiness. His urging her to be with other men had certainly left no doubt as to that. His approval of her sexual adventures had grown as did his own inconsistency in the bedroom. But she wondered if his hearing of this past evening would cross a line for him. She shouldn't have gone down this path; ever. She shouldn't have let him push her toward other men she admitted to herself. She was going to have to come clean but she feared the result. She nuzzled up to her husband, closing her eyes pushing herself toward sleep in search of peace from her current state of regret. She rubbed her hand across his chest and down to his belly. He smelled good. She had always liked his smell. She let her hand trail down to his shorts through which she could feel him. He was soft, and small. She wrapped her hand around him through his shorts. Her fingers touched her hand even with him in between. The head of his dick was partially inside her grip with her hand tight against his pelvis. She moved her hand slowly back and forth urging for a change; without result. His breathing continued a steady pace. She let her hand trail off to her own body and felt her own naked body; having discarded her shorts and t-shirt at the foot of the bed ahead of crawling under the covers. She placed her hand over her mound stretching a finger to her lips. She felt between her moist lips and drifted off. She awoke with a start; disoriented; alone. What time was it? Where was her husband? Where was she? Rubbing her eyes her senses returned. The other side of the bed was empty. Glancing at the night stand she saw that it was eleven something. The draperies were closed and the lights off but she could see the rays of light coming in from around the drapery edges. She began recalling the events from the previous day. She started working through how she would relay those events to her husband. She heard the hotel room door open and smelled the coffee as her husband entered the room with a tray of breakfast food. That coffee smelled so good to her. Her husband entered the room and sat the tray at the writing desk. "I thought I'd let you sleep as it seemed like you needed your rest." "Thank you, yes I certainly did" as she reached for one of the steaming cups. "Not just yet" he stated as he sipped from his own cup. "I want to talk a bit first and your coffee will be your reward for your participation." She felt a sense of panic rising from her stomach. "What do you mean? Please, can I have the coffee?" "In a minute" he stated cheerfully as he grinned at her. Maybe she had this wrong; maybe he didn't suspect anything. He certainly seemed to be in a good mood. "Ok, what do you want to talk about?" "Did you go out last night?" "Well, yes, for a little while. I couldn't sleep and needed a little air." "So you needed a little air? Seems like you might have gotten more than that" That feeling in her stomach was back. She searched his face looking for some sign that he wasn't asking about what she thought he was asking about. "What do you mean?" "Well, your t-shirt here is quite a mess. And your shorts really need to be washed as well." Her eyes began to blur as she began to stutter a response, "well... I...I..." Before she had made any more progress on a response she felt the bed covers slide off her body revealing her nakedness. He approached the bed pushed her legs apart bending down with his nose inches from her body. "I smell something strange here I think. MMM...and what's this" as he rubbed his fingers across her red flock above her pussy. She began to cry. "I'm sorry, I'm so very sorry." She couldn't stop her tears from flowing. As she reached up to rub her eyes she felt his tongue between her lips. "Yep that's definitely something." "I'm so sorry; I'll make it up to you." By now she was wailing. "Yes you will." She felt him move up her body. He kissed her belly. She tried to look down toward him but could see him through her now blinded eyes. She felt him move closer to her; his lips now pulling on her nipples. She was confused, frightened, hopeful scared, and somehow she felt a tingling between her legs. "Tell me who you fucked last night" he stated as he kissed her neck. "I....I..." He chewed on her ear lobe and hoarsely whispered "tell me whose cock was in your pussy. Was it big? Did you cum? He obviously did. How many times did he make you cum? How many times did you make him cum?" She didn't know what to say. Did he really want to hear this? Was he angry? Was he going to be angry? Was she going to be okay? Were they going to be okay? "Tell me how you swallowed his cum," he continued to whisper. Tell me how big and thick and hard it was and how he made you beg to be fucked." She still didn't know how to respond. Was he baiting her? Her husband's hard cock pushing between her lips into her once again moistness seemed to deliver the answer she sought. He felt hard, very hard. He also felt bigger than she was used to. He began pushing his cock further into her, then back out...and in...picking up speed with each stroke. "Tell me everything." Her husband's hands were wildly groping her breasts as he pumped her, sticking his tongue in her mouth to play with hers. "Tell me how he fucked you...oh god, I am so horny knowing you took someone last night...tell me!" She began telling him about the reception. He expressed shock but at the same time wondered aloud why she and Paul looked so strange when he'd come back to the table with drinks. He also admitted that he was curious when he lost them on the dance floor and admitted that he had a few fantasy thoughts of where they might be even though he didn't actually admit to himself that she might actually be practically naked with this young man she had just met in some back office somewhere. She told him the whole story of the reception and how Paul had gotten her clothing off her. She had gotten to the point in her story where Paul was about to enter her while she was leaning over the desk. Her husband was moaning; she felt his cock twitch inside her as he came. He continued pumping her for a few seconds then pulled out; exhausted. "Oh man, that was so hot" he told her. "And then he fucked you? Tell me he fucked you then, oh god I wish I had been there to watch that!" "No, he didn't fuck me then. That's when you called me and I had to get dressed." "He didn't fuck you then...? But he did fuck you right? When was that?" "Yes, he did fuck me, but that was later, after you were asleep." "Oh wow, you have to tell me about that...no holding back now, please tell me about that." "I will, but can I please have some coffee first? Oh and how do you feel about going to the beach?" "Yah, ok I'd go to the beach if you want...about a topless beach? But first you have to tell me about Paul fucking you." She glanced at the clock. It was 12:30. "Tell you what; let's go to the beach now. I'll tell you about Paul fucking me on the way." "That's not fair! I'll be all horny and there is nothing I'll be able to do about it." "I'll tell you what; if we can get ready and go to the beach right now I promise you I'll make it worth your while. In fact, I may even let you talk me into fucking two or three guys while you watch. Would you like that? He just nodded and smiled. Somehow her day was going much better than she imagined it would. "So you would like to watch two or three guys fuck your wife? Really? Be honest now because if you say yes I'll wear that swimsuit you packed that will make sure it happens for you!" "Oh yes, you know I'd love that baby. I'll probably cum just looking at you in this suit I bought you. You will be so sexy in this as it is barely going to cover your nipples you know and anybody looking at you from the side will be able to see the entire underside of your breasts. You are going to look so hot in this" as he jumped off the bed, reaching into the suitcase to pull out the skimpiest one piece bathing suit she had ever owned. "So you will wear this?" "Yes, anything for you hon...I love you." She pulled the suit up her body feeling practically naked as the fabric barely covered anything on top. It was cut so low in front it almost showed her pussy hair before the bottom portion of the suit took shape; high cut on the sides she felt it showed off her hips nicely. There was just enough fabric on her behind to be respectable; highlighting her best feature. She grinned at her husband as she wondered what Bob, Scott, and Matt would think of this suit. The Wedding Ch. 06 "Why don't you kneel on the bed this time?" Bob suggested. "Yeah, sure, I love doing it doggy-style," Lise said. she slipped out of her robe and knelt in the middle of the bed. Bob removed his pants, then he got on the bed behind his sister. Moving closer to her, he gripped his cock and pressed it into the cleft between her buttocks. The tip brushed against her still-wet opening, and she pushed back against him. Bob didn't put his cock in her, though. Instead, he teased her with it. Lise squirmed and continued to try to get it into her, but Bob didn't let her, not yet. "Hey Sis, do you really want this?" he asked. "Yes! Please, damn you!!" she moaned. "Put it in me, Bob!!! Please!!! Don't tease me like that!!!" "You mean you want me to do this?" Bob asked. He shoved himself part way into her. "Ohhhhhhh!!! Yessssssss!!!!" Lise groaned. She pushed herself back, taking him all the way into her. "That's it!!! Oh, God!!! That's it!" Bob slowly slid his cock deep into her, then he pulled out until only the tip remained in her grasp. Lise kept pushing back against him, twisting her hips, trying to get as much of his cock into her as she could. Bob knew what he was doing was making his sister crazy, but he had other plans. There was something he and she had done once before that he wanted to try again. "God, Bob! I don't believe this!" Lise cried, "It feels just as good as the other times we did it tonight! Better!" Bob caressed her back, leaned over her, squeezed her dangling breasts, then he caressed her belly, all the while sinking his swollen cock into her body, feeling her vaginal walls grip his cock. Her hand moved to the spot where their bodies were joined, and Bob realized she was playing with her clit, giving herself stimulation in addition to that which she was receiving from his invading cock. Without warning, Bob pulled his erection out of his sister's body. Her hand fumbled around her middle, searching for him. "Bob, what...what are you doing? Please! I need it!!!" Lise moaned. "Come on, Bob, don't do this to me!" Bob gripped his cock in his hand and positioned the tip against Lise's tiny brown anus. "Oh, God, Bob!" she moaned, "You remembered! Yeah! Put it in meeee!!!! Nowwww!!! Put it in my ass!!!!" Her body squirmed wildly, pushing back against him. Slowly, carefully, Bob pushed his swollen cock into his sister's tight rear opening. As it entered her, a long, low moan escaped from her. He began moving and she responded. Her back began undulating and her hips twisted from side to side. Their thighs slapped together softly. Once more, her hand slid up and caressed the point where their bodies were joined. After a few moments, Bob felt Lise stiffen, then she began to shudder. "Bob!!! Bob!!! Oh, God!! I...I'm...gonna...I'm gonna come!!! I'm gonna come againnnnnnnn!!!" she cried. Her hand was moving furiously on her clit and her body was quaking. "Nowwwwwwwwww!!! Oh, nowwwwwww!!! I'm commminnnggggg!!! I'm commmmmmmminnnnnnggggggg!!! Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!!! Oh, yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!" She writhed like a bucking horse. Her snug anus rippled as she came, milking Bob's orgasm from him. "Here it comes, Lise, take itttttttttttttttttttttttt!!!! Take itttttttttttttttttttttttt!!!!" Bob groaned, spewing his juices into his sister's bowel. The sensations he got were so intense they were almost painful. "I can't believe you remembered how much I liked that!" Lise gushed, snuggled against Bob, when they finished. "God! I've needed it in the ass for so long and Greg won't even talk about doing it!" She kissed her brother. "I'm sure glad you decided to stay over tonight!" "I'm glad I came...ah...dropped by..." Bob said, smiling. They were finished, at least for that day. Bob couldn't have gotten another erection if someone had held a gun to his head. Lise seemed to feel the same way. He pulled the covers over them, turned out the lights, and the dozed off in each other's arms. When Bob woke up in the morning, Lise was still lying next to him, sound asleep. It was late and he had to start getting ready for the wedding, so he slipped carefully out of bed and walked down the hall to the bathroom to take a shower. As he stood in the stall letting hot water pelt down on him, he began to wonder if he'd be able to meet any women at the reception. He hoped there would be some good-looking unattached women there. All of a sudden, he felt a warm hand slide over his hip and down onto his cock. "Wha?" Bob stiffened. He turned his head and looked into the gray eyes and pretty face of his sister, Lise. "K...keep doing that, Lise, don't stop," Bob stammered, as his sister continued to massage his cock to full erection. "I couldn't resist," Lise murmured, letting her free hand roam over her brother's soap-slick body while the other one pumped his now-hard cock. "You don't mind, do you?" No way was she ever going to pass up an opportunity to make love with him! "Nooooo!!" Bob groaned. He felt his legs getting rubbery. His sister's body glistened from the rivulets of water trickling down over covering it. She pressed her swollen belly against Bob and rubbed her already-hard nipples against his arm while she stroked his cock. It felt incredibly good. "I...I love it!" "You know how much I love taking showers with you," Lise murmured. Contact with her brother's body, especially that fantastic cock of his, was getting her very turned on! Bob had the soapy washcloth in his hand and used it to caress his sister. Before long she was gasping as loud as he was. "Godddd!!!" Lise groaned and squeezed his cock, "It's been way too long since you washed me like th...thaaaat!" Bob's hand, moving in circles between her legs, had her about to melt. She woke up shortly after Bob slipped out of bed and wondered where he'd gone at first. When she heard the shower start she knew where he had gone. She got out of bed, went to the bathroom, and joined her brother in the shower. Bob felt his sister's trembling intensify as he caressed her. From years of delightful experience, he knew she was very close to coming. "You want to get it on here in the shower?" Bob asked. Lise, knowing exactly what she needed to do, turned around and bent over, clutching the the faucets for support. Bob moved behind her, grabbed his cock, and slid the tip through the soapy lips of her opening. "In meeee!!! Pleeeeeze!!! Bob!!! I need you!!! Don't tease me again!!" Lise groaned and pushed her lovely ass back at him. She could barely wait to have him stick that big cock of his in her again! Despite his sister's fervent plea, Bob didn't comply immediately. He kept caressing her vagina with his finger, then he poked at her ass with one finger. "Ohhhhhh!!! Goddddd!!! Bob!!! Yeah!!! That feels wild!!!" Lise groaned and pressed back at him, letting his soap-slick finger slide slowly into her snug rear opening. As her brother's finger moved into her, Lise groaned louder. Bob kept finger-fucking his sister's ass while his cock got harder and harder. "Bob!!! Oh, Goddddd!!! That feels so good!!! So gooooooddddd!!!!" Lise wailed. Her body twisted and turned as her brother's finger slid in and out of her anus. She was ecstatic. It really felt good having her ass fingered! Bob's level of passion finally reached the point where he could no longer hold back. Keeping his finger in Lise's anus, he guided his cock to her pussy, then he slipped it into her, his thighs slapping against hers. Once he had his cock where he wanted it, he began to drive into her, his cock plunging wildly, his finger keeping pace with his cock in her ass. "Bob!!!! Gggggggaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Nowwwwwwwwwww!!! Nowwwwwwwww!!! Ohhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Lise screamed, her body going wild, as her brother's dual invasion gave her fantastic sensations. "Uhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Yeahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Bob groaned as he hosed his sister's insides with powerful spurts of his hot, sticky cream. As their passion waned, the siblings slid to their knees on the floor of the shower. As they clung to each other,warm water continued pelting them. "God, Bob, that was awesome!" Lise gasped. She turned and kissed her brother passionately. "God, you always make me feel so wonderful!" Bob felt his face redden. "Ah...I...I'm glad you liked it," he said. "How soon do you have to start getting ready for the wedding?" Lise asked him. "Ah, I better get started pretty soon," Bob said, "the wedding isn't until two, but I'm supposed to meet Tim and the other men in the wedding party at eleven." Lise frowned. "Darn!" she said. She slipped out of his arms and stood up. "You better get your shower finished, then. I'll be nice and get out of here so you can." She got out of the shower, dried off, slipped on her robe, then left the bathroom. Bob finished his shower, got dried off, shaved, and brushed his teeth. Then he walked down the hall to the spare bedroom, the one he was supposed to have used last night. After he had his tux on, he went downstairs to the kitchen. Lise was sitting at the breakfast bar, a cup of coffee in front of her. Her eyes brightened when she saw Bob. "My goodness, little brother, you're quite the handsome man in that tux," she said. Bob walked over, poured himself a cup of coffee, then he sat down on the stool next to hers. "When does Greg get home again?" he asked. "He called last night before you got here and said he didn't think he'd be back until Wednesday," Lise said, frowning. "I wish he'd get a job where he could be home more. Especially once the baby's born. I'm gonna need help." "Maybe he will once the baby's here," Bob said. "In the meantime, I'm working mid-watch, like today, for the next three months." He grinned. "And you know, it really kills me to drive all the way up home, then come back. I think it would be much better if I stayed here for a while, don't you?" Lise leaned over and kissed her brother passionately. "Yeah," she said, grinning, once the kiss ended. "I think so, too." The Wedding Ch. 07 The wedding was wonderful. Heidi and Tim exchanged their vows under an ivy canopy in Heidi's big back yard. Her home had been extensively decorated with flowers and bunting for the occasion, and a whole lot of tables and chairs had been set up around the huge back yard, some of them under a canopy, others out in the open. Since Heidi's parents were both dead, Mr. Williams, the principal of Jamestown High, gave the bride away. Tim's partner, Lex Dumont, served as best man, and Reverend Austin, the Jamestown Police Department chaplain, officiated. Tim and Heidi exchanged vows they'd written themselves. Once the couple was officially pronounced man and wife, the reception began. The guests were circulating, moving in and out of the house, enjoying the reception. Sheila Richardson wandered around, checking to make sure all of the food dishes and punch bowls were kept full. She received several compliments from the guests about the repast she'd prepared and was gratified by them. One or two people said they were planning events, too, and asked her for her business card. A band set up in one corner of the huge the back yard, next to a portable dance floor. A few people began dancing. Sheila continued to circulate, making sure everything was going right. Even though she wasn't officially a guest at the party, she was enjoying herself. Being able to participate, even peripherally, in affairs like this was one of the fringe benefits of her catering business that she really enjoyed. Bob Thomas was mingling, too. Or he was until he bumped into Nancy Jensen, a dark-skinned woman with a slim, girlish body. Her black hair was straight and hung almost to her buttocks. Her huge brown eyes were set in an exotically beautiful face. The clinging white dress she wore left no doubt as to the quality of her figure. "So how do you know Tim and Heidi?" Bob asked. "Heidi and I met at a nursing conference a few years ago," Nancy replied. She moved closer to him and her body brushed his. "She told me there was a job available here in the Jamestown Middle School and I took it. I've never been sorry." They kept chatting, and Nancy kept rubbing herself against Bob. He had an idea, judging from the look in her eyes, that she was as interested in him as he was in her. Things had just gotten started, so he didn't think it would do to ask her if she wanted to leave the party. Then he had an idea. "Have you seen Heidi's house?" he asked. Nancy looked puzzled. "You know," Bob continued, "Heidi and Tim spent a lot of money decorating for the party. If you think what she did out here is something, you ought to see the inside." "Oh!" Nancy said and smiled warmly. "Are you offering to show me around?" "Of course," Bob said. "It would be my pleasure." He took Nancy's arm and they headed for the house. There weren't many people inside the house. Inside, Nancy grinned at Bob. "You didn't ask me in here because you wanted me to see the decorations, did you?" she asked. "No, I didn't," he said. "I had a feeling we were both looking for the same thing and thought I should do something about helping us find it." Nancy, her eyes hot, nodded. "Want to see the upstairs?" Bob asked. "Of course," Nancy whispered, licking her lips. "I'd love to." They walked up the stairs, then down the upstairs hallway. Bob checked the door they were in front of and found it unlocked. He opened it and pulled Nancy through it, into a bedroom. Inside the bedroom they came into each other's arms. Their lips joined and their tongues probed deeply into their open mouths, fanning their smoldering passion into fires of need. Bob knew he could do whatever he wanted, that Nancy would offer no resistance. His hands explored her body through her silky dress, then he grabbed her ass and pulled her against him. Nancy responded by pressing against him and rotating her hips against his. Bob bent and began kissing her neck and shoulders and felt her shudder with delight. She began murmuring and the motions of her hips became more insistent. He moved toward the bed, bringing Nancy with him, then he slid his hands up her arms and undid the string-like strap that held up the top of her dress. He peeled the top down, baring her pointy, petite breasts. Down over her chest he kissed, suckling her nipples until they were as hard as steel. Bob found Nancy's breasts captivating. Even though they were small, they appeared to be incredibly sensitive, and when she was turned on, even the areolas cradling the tips swelled. Voraciously, he continued attacking the diminutive cones of flesh and their swollen tips. "Uhhhhhhhh!!!!" Nancy gasped. "Oh, God! I needed this so much!!" Bop managed to push her dress down over her slim hips and was delighted to discover she wore absolutely nothing under it. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed. "You aren't wearing underwear!" "Are you complaining?" Nancy asked, smiling hotly at him. "I couldn't think of any other way to avoid a panty line." Bob reached for her and began sliding his hands over her smooth, warm flesh. Nancy's hands went to his shirt and started to open it. It wasn't long before Bob, too, was naked. His erect cock stood out in front of him like a spear. Nancy grasped it in her warm hand and began stroking it gently. "Yeahhh, baby!!!" Bob groaned. "You want it as bad as I do, don't you?" Nancy whispered. Bob nodded dumbly. The excitement coursing through his body made it hard for him to speak. Nancy shoved him gently and he fell back onto the bed. She knelt on the bed beside him and leaned over him. Her long silken hair cascaded down onto him, teasing him with it's super-soft touch. She moved her head, trailing the silken strands up and down his body. "Wow!!!" Bob exclaimed and went wild. What Nancy was doing to him with her hair drove him was driving him crazy. He'd never before had a woman do something like that to him with her hair. Then Nancy began to drag her hair back and forth over his erect, throbbing pole. "Ohhhhhh!!!" he moaned, writhing. "I thought you might like that," Nancy murmured, then her lips enveloped Bob's swollen prong. Up and down her head moved, leaving Bob's cock slick with her saliva and the man attached to it panting with need. Bob couldn't remember ever being this turned on! "I'm gonna come!!!" he moaned. "Oh, sweet Jesus, Nancy!!! I'm gonna come!!!!" His back arched and he felt Nancy's hand grip his balls. Her head moved faster and faster, up and down. "Unnnnnnnhhhhhh!!!! Unnnnnnnnnhhhhhhh!!!" Bob moaned while his juices gushed into Nancy's mouth. She kept sucking him until he had nothing more to give her, then she stretched her lean body out next to his on the bed. "Come here!" Bob exclaimed, and pulled her into his arms. He began kissing her while her warm body pressed against his, moving insistently. Nancy clamped her legs around one of his and, as her hips rocked. he could feel her wet gash sliding against his leg. Bob pushed Nancy onto her back, rolled on top of her and began kissing her body. He worked over the extended tips of her breasts with his lips, then he let his lips travel down across her chest, and over her flat, trembling belly. He found that she shaved her pubic hair, a discovery that drove him wild. He licked and kissed her hairless pudendum, then he slid his head between her legs. "Eyahhhhhhhh!!!!" Nancy cried when Bob began licking and sucking her swampy opening. "Yesssss!!! Yessssss!!! Eat meeeeeee!!! Eat meeeee!!! I'm commmmminnnnnnngggggg!!! I'm commmmmminnnnnngggggggg!!!! I'm commmmminnnnnggggggg!!!" Nancy's quaking legs had Bob's head trapped in a velvet vise. Her hips rose and fell wildly and he kept licking her while spasm after spasm of pleasure tormented her nubile body. After she came on his mouth, Nancy used her hair and mouth to make Bob steel-hard again, then she mounted him, sending still more sensations of bliss charging through him. "Yeah!" Bob moaned, "Fuck me, baby!! You're incredible!!!" Nancy, wild with need, went crazy on top of him. Her hips seemed to be moving in six directions at once. Bob grabbed for her breasts and wrapped his hands around them. "I'm coming!!!! Oh, baby, I'm coming!!!!!" Nancy announced loudly, as another orgasm shook her slim body. "Fuck meeeeeee!!! Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!" "Unnnnnnnhhhhhhh!!!! Unnnnnnnhhhhhhhh!!!!" Bob groaned and another load of his cream bathed her insides with lava-like heat. When Bob and Nancy finished their tryst they went back downstairs and rejoined the wedding reception. "Do you think you might call me sometime?" Nancy asked. "You better believe I will!" Bob replied. "You doing anything tomorrow night?" Nancy giggled. "Not that I know of," she said. "I'll give you a call when I get off work," Bob said. "If you'll give me your number." "You got a pen?" Nancy asked. The Wedding Ch. 07 Wife Makes Beach Appointment She walked into the bathroom to look at her new swimsuit her husband had purchased for her. It didn't hide much. It certainly wasn't a suit she could wear anywhere but a long ways from home! She wondered what her co-workers would think if they saw her now. Nobody she knew could possibly connect her quiet conservative work demeanor with this suit. The pale green color appeared to highlight her auburn hair nicely and didn't make her look too white as a darker color would. Turning to look at her back she noted that it provided some cover but not near the amount she was used to. With the exception of the thin straps it looked like she didn't have a top on at all from behind. In front, she noted that if she was viewed from the side a person could catch a glimpse of the underside of her breasts which she found sexy but again, not anything she was familiar showing. She noted that the bottom fabric was much narrower than any suit she had ever worn. She grabbed her razor. Moving the fabric away from her just a bit she trimmed her flaming red curls to make sure nothing showed. She found herself having to trim more than she wanted leaving just a strip in order to ensure nothing showed. She slid into her flip flops and threw on her cover-up and tied it closed. "Thank god I brought this" she thought half out loud as she walked back into the suite and her husband who by now had changed into his trunks and a t-shirt. "I should have bought you a speed-o" she commented as she noted his suit hung down to his knees. "This is a little unfair" she said to him. "Perhaps, but you are so f-ing hot in that. You must know that any man who looks at you in that suit will get an instant woody. Take off that wrap and turn around for me." She grinned and did as she was told spinning around for him. "Slowly!" She turned more slowly, sensually. "Oh god you are so hot. I wanna bang you right now! You have such a nice ass. I just love it when men see your hot ass wondering how I ever hooked up with you. You know they will all be salivating over you; wanting to fuck you; wanting to stick their hot rods in you! "Oh stop. Let's go." She glanced at her watch. It was almost 1:00 PM and she didn't want to be late. She feared what Scott, Bob, and Matt might do if she was late. She remembered back to that Chevy Chase movie where their home sex video was stolen and his wife ended up on porn sites. She couldn't afford that sort of experience. She swung open the door and ran down the hall to the elevator. Pushing the button the doors opened immediately and within a second or so of her entering them almost closed before her husbands' arm reached in to squeeze into the elevator. "Trying to leave without me eh? I suppose you want to lose me at the beach so you can get some action?" Before she could answer he had slipped his hand inside her suit, groping her left breast as he kissed her. He backed her into the wall of the elevator as it began its' descent grabbing her ass under her suit in the process. "Tell me about how that guy fucked you at the wedding reception. When did he do you? Was he good? Does he have a big cock?" he hoarsely whispered to her? "Stop it!" She pushed her husband off her and pulled the fabric back over her breast noticing her nipple severely poking through the cloth. "You can't behave like this." He just grinned at her as he pulled his swim trunks down just far enough for her to see his excitement. "Yes he has a big cock. Now are you satisfied?" "No, tell me more..." he stated just as the elevator doors began to open. She pushed out ahead of her husband and trotted into the hotel lobby and out the big lobby doors knotting the tie around her wrap as she went. Her husband strolled out behind her with his hands folded in front of him attempting to cover the tent in his trunks. The doorman smiled knowingly as he walked toward the front entry. As he was walking past the doorman he stopped and leaned toward the hotel employee and whispered "I know what you are wondering and yes, she is a hot fuck!" Smiling broadly he jogged out to catch up to his wife, who by now was halfway across the street and running toward the Hilton. By the time he caught up with her she was halfway through the lobby which was open to the beach out back. "What's your hurry, slow down!" He grabbed her arm. "The sun won't go down for hours; I think we have time to get there." "What time is it" she asked, looking a little panicked. "About ten after one; plenty of time." "Ok" she replied as she walked out onto the terrace looking around. She didn't see the guys but she did see a couple chairs that were just opening up so she ran over to claim them. She threw her bag on the chair to save for her husband and planted herself firmly on the other. "Nice spot" her husband stated as he again caught up with her. "Why don't you take your wrap off and I'll put some lotion on so you don't burn." She objected. "I think I'll just sit her like this a bit." "Remember, that is not our deal," he stated a bit too firmly as she looked back towards him. "You agreed to wear whatever I want you to wear whenever I want you to wear it and right now I want that wrap off." She leaned forward and pulled it off her and dropping back down to the chair. "Ok, happy now? Can you give me my sunglasses and hat out of the bag?" He handed her both. Once her dark glasses were on she again surveyed the scenery as her husband put lotion on himself. As he was distracted he didn't notice when she took notice of three men in the water excitedly pointing toward her. It was the men from the prior evening. She watched as they walked out of the water and toward their lounge chairs that were only about 50 feet away. Scott, the bolder one grabbed something and walked toward them. Scott walked up to her husband. "Nice suit your wife as there. She will have to be careful or she will burn a lot of skin in that suit" he laughed. "I actually sell sun tan lotion. When I noticed your wife I thought I should bring you some. I'd love to help you apply it on her," which is about when her husband looked up over his glasses at Scott and looked back toward his wife. It was so very obvious to him what had caused this man to make that comment. "Oh what the hell, knock yourself out." She shot her husband a quick glance, wondering what the heck he was thinking as Scott squirted some lotion into his hand. "Hi, I'm Scott." She panicked. She had told Scott the night before her name was Debbie. She certainly couldn't tell him her real name! She reached out her hand to shake his. "Hi." He grabbed her hand and began applying his lotion on her hand, up her arm, and toward her body. He quickly reached her shoulders, squirting more lotion into her hand and rubbing under her straps. "This is ridiculous," she stated. "I don't need anybody to rub lotion on my front, I can get that myself." As she turned she said "you can rub it on my back if you'd like. "Sure, be happy to" as he squirted more lotion into his hand and began applying it to her back reaching under the suit on both sides to get a quick feel of her breasts hanging out of the side of the suit. "Yes this sure is a nice suit; more women should wear a suit like this." Turning toward her husband Scott threw out "I gotta tell ya man, you have one hot woman here." "Thanks, I know" was his reply as he dropped down to the lounger closing his eyes. Scott began rubbing lotion on her feet and up her calf and on to her thigh. She felt him rub under the edge of her suit bottom as he pulled her left leg toward him. "Oh my god," she thought as she knew where he was going next. He moved his hand down toward her leg and ever farther into her suit bottom. He touched her lips under the suit as he leaned toward her. "I can tell you shaved for me" he whispered as he touched the outside of her almost bald pussy. "Did you tell your husband you came here to get fucked?" She involuntarily lifted her hips just a touch as a whisper of a moan escaped. "Does he know his slut wife had my cock in her last night?" as he pushed a finger between her lips. She could feel her wetness. She couldn't control it, or this situation. She didn't know what to do. "I think I have to go for a swim" was her solution as she pushed him a way and jumped off the lounger. She turned and ran toward the water, dove in and kicked away from the shoreline. As she coasted to a stop she pushed her feet toward the sand and stood. Happily she was facing away from the beach. She looked down toward her suit and saw that her left breast had popped out just at the level of the water. She quickly covered before anyone could see her. As she stood looking out at the expanse of water she felt a presence and turned. There in front of her were all three guys from the night before. She quickly looked past them and saw that her husband appeared asleep and had turned onto his stomach away from her. "You didn't tell your husband about us did you" queried Scott; "he doesn't know you are getting fucked today does he? Or should I say fucked for the umpteenth time!" He reached toward her and pulled both sides of her suit off her breasts. "God you have nice tits" as he groped her, pinching her nipples between his fingers. "I can't wait to get you in my bed so I can really pound you!" She pushed his hands away, scowling at him as she covered herself again. "Ah, that just means you are going to get your pussy played with if I can't play with your tits!" She felt her suit bottom being pulled to the side as he inserted a finger. She closed her eyes as her mouth dropped open ever so slightly. "Ah, this is what you want isn't it? You want your pussy played with until you are ready for my cock." He grabbed her hand and shoved it into his suit, wrapping her fingers around his hardening member. "You want this don't you?" She didn't respond. "Tell me you want my cock" he said somewhat menacingly "or your husband sees our pictures. She nodded. "Tell me baby." "I want your cock." "Tell me how much baby; tell me you want this cock in your pussy." "I want your cock in my pussy." "Tell me like you mean it baby or the photo's come out." "Yes, I want your cock in my pussy" as she grabbed a hold and began to pump him "That's it baby, now move closer" as he grabbed her waist and pulled her into him. "Put my cock into you Debbie, let my cock feel the inside of that hot cunt of yours" as he bent his knees just enough and pushed up toward her. "Oh god" escaped her lips as she felt him push into her. "People will see they will know what you are doing!" "Hey guys, stay behind me so nobody knows what's going here" he shot over his shoulder. "You will be fine baby, nobody will know, unless of course your orgasm is too loud" as he pushed further into her. "Oh god, Scott, you have to stop, oh god, please, you must, oh god, you are so big, oh Scott, please don't, oh god" was all she could say as she leaned her head on his chest. "Scott, your cock is so big it is just so big, oh god, baby it is just so..." as she licked his nipple. Don't stop, oh that feels good, oh god, are you going to cum in me? Oh god you are big, pump faster, pump me faster, yes, like that, yes that's it, oh god, please...don't, don't, don't stop, oh god. Scott, fuck me, yes that's it, fuck me faster, give me more, yes, oh god." She grabbed his ass and pulled him into her. "Take me back to your room, I want you to really do me, please, I want that big cock to do me right, oh yes, like that, yes more like that" she panted. "I'm gonna cum Debbie, gonna cum up that hot snatch of yours." She felt him get bigger, harder and felt him begin to twitch...and she felt him squirt inside her as her legs became weak as she was now being held up by his thrusting. "MMMM baby that was great. You are such a hot fuck. I'm glad I met you. I'm in room 1414. Can you remember that?" She nodded. "Good. Later on tonight give me a call and I'll really fuck the living shit out of you. Ok?" She nodded. Remember, come up and I'll fuck you good and if, after that you are not completely satisfied I will fuck you until you are. After that I'll delete all of our pictures." He pulled out of her, turned and walked back toward the beach with his wingmen following close behind. She just stood there in a daze as she felt his cum flowing out of her. Looking back toward the beach her husband was still apparently asleep. Scanning the beach she didn't notice that anybody had taken notice. "Tonight" she whispered to herself. "Tonight..." The Wedding Ch. 08 Passion In James County VI: The Wedding Chapter Eight Joan Dean was looking for Eldon Parkhurst. The had both been invited to the wedding of Heidi Tate, the school nurse at the high school where they both taught, so they'd gone to the celebration together. It was sort of a date, but not an official one. Although neither of them knew it, both Joan and Eldon were having second thoughts about the relationship they'd recently begun. Joan liked Eldon, and he was a fabulous lover; but she knew she wasn't in love with him, nor did she think she'd ever fall in love with him. Some things Eldon had said gave her an inkling he felt the same way about her. They had continued seeing each other mainly because neither of them had anyone else. Shortly after the reception began, Eldon disappeared into the crowd and Joan hadn't seen him for a while. Not that it mattered to her. She was having a great time all by herself. "Joan!" a feminine voice said. Joan turned, saw the school librarian, Clovis Carter, approaching, and her spirits sank. Clovis was not the best conversationalist Joan knew. The homely librarian somehow managed to be both boring and irritating at the same time. "How are you, Joan? Clovis screeched. "You never come into the library any more. It's been so long since I've had a chance to talk with you! Come on, you have to tell me what's been happening in your life!" The woman took Joan's arm and started babbling about something. As the librarian talked, Joan felt her eyes beginning to glaze over. She wondered if Clovis had any idea how boring she was. After one of the longest half-hours she'd ever experienced, Joan finally managed to escape from Clovis. She desperately needed to go to the ladies' room, so went into the house and, because the downstairs bathroom was occupied she headed up the stairs to go to use the upstairs bathroom. When she reached the second floor she started down the hall and, as she passed one of the bedrooms, she was startled to hear what sounded like moans coming from behind the closed bedroom door. Intrigued, but feeling a little guilty about what she was doing, she quietly opened the door a tiny bit. What she saw in the bedroom shocked and, to her mortification, aroused her. A naked couple Joan didn't recognize was lying on the bed. A slim, dark-haired woman was sucking a man's cock! While Joan continued to eavesdrop, the willowy female climbed atop her lover and impaled herself on his engorged cock. "Yeah!" the man on the bed groaned, "Fuck me, baby!! You're unbelievable!!!" The woman went crazy on top of her lover. Joan had never seen a woman move so frantically. Actually, she'd never watched anyone make love before. Her slim hips seemed to be moving in six directions at once. Joan thought for a minute the girl on the bed might tear her partner's cock off, so frantic were the movements of her lean body. The man reached up and grabbed his partner's breasts. "I'm coming!!!! Oh, baby, I'm commmminnnnnnngggggggggg!!!!!" the lithe woman announced loudly as what looked like a tremendous orgasm caused her slim body to quake violently. "Fuck!!! Fuck!!!!!!!!! Unnnnnnnhhhhhhh!!!! Unnnnnnnhhhhhhhh!!!!" the man groaned. Joan realized he was coming and shuddered as she imagined what his slim partner felt as his hot cream spewed into her. "That's really something, isn't it?" a male voice whispered from behind Joan. At the same time she heard the voice, Joan felt a bulky male body pressing against hers. She turned. Dave Norris, one of the science teachers, was standing behind her, looking through the slightly-open door. "I don't know who they are," Dave whispered, "but they look like they're having a helluva lot of fun, don't they? Give you any ideas, Joan?" Joan felt Dave's hands slide around her sides, then he cupped her breasts through the soft material of her blouse. She was already trembling with the passion evoked by what she'd seen and her colleague's handling her breasts was raising the level of that passion. As his hands clutched and squeezed her breasts, she felt her legs go weak and sensed that what little ability to resist she might have had was fading quickly. "Nooooo! I...I can't let Dave do this!" she thought, agonized, but at the same time she continued to quake with need. "Come on, Joan," Dave said. Holding her by her breasts, he pulled her across the hall and into another vacant bedroom and kicked the door closed behind them. Joan, wrapped in her colleague's embrace, his insistent caresses sending thrill after thrill into her, found herself helpless to resist his advances, unwelcome though they might be. Dave had always thought Joan was attractive and had been trying to work up the courage to ask her out ever since he heard she'd gotten divorced. Normally, he was shy, and even though he'd tried talking to her in school a couple of times, he'd never been able to work up the courage to ask her for a date. He wasn't a drinker, but tonight, he'd had a more than a few drinks and those drinks had lowered his inhibitions. When he saw Joan go upstairs, he followed her, hoping he might have a chance to get alone with her and ask her out. He was as startled as Joan was by what he discovered when he got upstairs. He reacted without thinking and was in a hot embrace with the woman of his dreams before he realized what he was doing. And, once he started, he found he couldn't stop. In the empty bedroom, he guided her to the bed. "Dave!! Please!!! Noooooo!!!" Joan moaned weakly. "We...we shouldn't!" "Sure we should," Dave said. He pushed her down on the bed. "You want to just as much as I do. I can tell! Your nipples are as hard as rocks! You can't tell me you aren't turned on!" "I...I am," Joan stammered, but..." Dave ignored her stammered protests, pulled up her skirt, then he tugged down her panties and pantyhose. Joan, even though she was still filled with misgivings about what was happening, felt her hips rise to make it easier for her co-worker to strip her clothes off. She lay there, her eyes closed, her fists clenched, her chest heaving, and heard the sound of a zipper. Then she felt Dave's weight depress the bed and his legs brushed the insides of hers as he knelt between them. When the wet tip of his cock began to press against her vagina she moaned, "Nooooo!!!" But her protests were to no avail. She felt Dave's swollen organ begin to slide into her. "Please, Dave!!! Please!!! Not...not like this!!!" she whimpered. Dave ignored her protests and kept pressing against her. When his cock was all the way in, he began thrusting forcefully. Lust, induced by the man's invasion of her body, swept everything else from Joan's mind. Her hips rose to meet her colleague's onslaught and heat flooded through her. She didn't want to respond, but in spite of herself, she was responding. In fact, if this kept up much longer, she was going to come! "Ohhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" she groaned when, at last, spasms of delight began to shake her. "Yeah, take it, Joan!!! Here it comes, take it!!!" Dave cried, his hips pounding against hers. Joan felt Dave's hot juices squirting into her experienced powerful sensations of bliss as his cream bathed her vaginal walls. When he was finished, Dave pulled his cock out of Joan, got off the bed, and straightened up his clothes. As he fastened his clothes, the reality of what he'd done swept over him. He'd actually raped her! He couldn't believe it! "Ah...I...I'm sorry, Joan," he stammered softly. "I...I don't...I...I don't know what came over me. I...I gotta go. I..." Blushing, his eyes filled with tears, and unable to look at her, he turned and left the room, closing the door behind him. Joan lay on the bed just as Dave had left her, legs splayed, tears running down her cheeks. She couldn't believe this had happened to her or that she'd let it happen! How was she going to face Eldon when she went back downstairs? After a while, she struggled off the bed and, on wobbly legs, made her way to the bathroom. When she'd cleaned herself up, she put her panties and pantyhose back on, straightened her clothes, and went back downstairs. When Joan reached the bottom of the stairs, she bumped into Eldon. Eldon had a look of concern on his face. "Joan, are you all right?" he asked. "You look a little pale." "I...I think I may be coming down with something," Joan replied softly. The fact that Eldon was being so nice made her feel even worse. "Look, Eldon, I...I think I'm going to go home. You...you don't have to go if you don't want to." Eldon didn't really want to leave the wedding reception yet. "Are you sure you don't mind if I stay?" he asked. "Are you sure you'll be all right?" "N...no, it's OK," Joan replied. "I'll be fine. There's no reason for your evening to be ruined just because I'm not feeling well." Joan, who felt terribly guilty about what had happened with Dave, made her excuses to the bride and groom, then left. When she got home, she took a bath, and went to bed, but wasn't able to go to sleep for a long time. She lay in bed, tears running down her cheeks, trying to make sense of what had happened to her. The Wedding Ch. 09 Passion In James County VI: The Wedding Chapter nine Bob Thomas continued to enjoy himself at the wedding reception after his enjoyable interlude with a pretty female party guest. He was chatting with Angela Bellingham, an attractive older woman who told him she was the bride's aunt. He was surprised that he was talking with Angela even though there were a lot of attractive young women his age, like Nancy, he could have spent time with. Even though she was in her fifties, Bob found Angela alluring and found himself wondering what it would be like to make love with her as they talked. "It's been an exhausting day," Angela said. "I think I'm going to go back to my hotel. I need some rest." "Ah...would...would you like to join me for a drink before you do that?" Bob asked, surprising himself. The older woman smiled at him. "I can't believe you want to leave this party and have a drink with me when there are so many pretty girls here," she said. "I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to, Mrs. Bellingham," Bob replied. "And besides, I'm not sure there are any women here who are prettier than you are." Mrs. Bellingham flushed and gave him a warm smile. "Please, Bob, call me Angie," she replied. "All my friends do. And since you've extended such a gracious invitation, I believe I'll accept." Bob smiled at her and said, "Great!" They left the wedding reception and he drove Angie to the hotel where she was staying. They shared a drink in the lounge and continued their pleasant conversation. When they finished with their drinks, Bob walked with Angie to the elevator. "You know..." Angie said, "...if you don't think it forward of me, I wouldn't mind if you came up for a while. I...I really enjoy talking with you." "I'd like that," Bob replied. He still didn't completely understand why he was here with her, although he did find talking with her very pleasant. They got in the elevator and rode silently up to the floor where Angie's room was located. Once they entered her room, she walked to one of the big windows that looked out over the city. "My husband and I stayed in this room the last time we came up here together to visit Heidi," she said softly. "I...I took the room because I thought it would bring back old memories." Bob stood inside the door, watching her, not exactly sure what to do next. "Did it?" he asked. Angie shrugged and shook her head. "Not really," she said, "all it did was remind me of how lonely I've been since he died." "What happened to your husband?" Bob asked. "He...he was killed in a car crash three years ago," Angie replied. Her shoulders began to shake and she sniffled softly. Bob, realizing she was crying, walked over and put his arms around her. With a soft sigh, Angie leaned back against him. "I really do appreciate how nice you've been, Bob," she said softly. "You know, when a woman gets to be my age, it isn't easy to meet men." Bob had sensed her loneliness while they were talking back at the wedding reception and during their conversation in the lounge. He also suspected the invitation to her room might include more than just continued conversation. "You have a very nice view from here," he said, still holding her. He could smell the scent of her expensive perfume. Angie nodded. "I do," she agreed, "but it hasn't been much fun enjoying it alone." "You shouldn't have to," Bob said. "A woman as beautiful as you are shouldn't be alone." "Thank you, for saying that Bob, but you...you don't have to flatter me," Angie replied, her voice strained. "I'm a realist. I...I know what I look like." "I'm not trying to flatter you," Bob said. He turned her around, then pulled her against him. For a second, Angela gazed up into his eyes, then their lips met, her arms locked around him, and her body molded itself to his. When Angie's tongue forced it's way into his mouth and began to lash around, Bob felt his cock begin to harden. He found his reaction to her a bit hard to believe. She was old enough to be his mother, maybe older. Angie finally broke the kiss and leaned back in his arms, her eyes were wide and her lovely face was flushed. "Bob...what...what are we doing?" she panted. "I think you know," Bob replied. "I think we're going to make love." "Ohhh, yesssssss!!!" Angie said, "I hope so!! I need it so badly!" Angie led Bob to the bed and she began tearing at his clothing. Bob couldn't recall the last time he'd had two women tear his clothes off in one day. When she had Bob naked, Angie sat down on the bed and stared at his erection. "I need this!" she murmured. Then she slid off the bed, onto her knees. Bob gasped and a tremor went through him when Angie's lips and tongue slid over his rigid, veined shaft. She took almost all of his cock into her mouth and fondled his balls. His legs began to shake. He hadn't expected her to do anything like this! She was an incredible cock-sucker! "Got...got to sit down," he stammered, and backed up to the bed. Angie followed him, still on her knees, continuing to devour his throbbing rod ravenously. She was making him wild! "Oh, God, Angie, I'm...I'm gonna...I'm gonna come!!!" he groaned. "Oh, God, Angie, that feels too good!!" His words seemed to stimulate Angie to still greater efforts. She grasped his hips and fucked her face on his cock. "Ohhhhh!!!!" Bob cried, his hips arching, "Angieeeeeee!!! I can't wait!!! Oh, God!!! I'm commmminnnnnggggg!!!!" Bolts of hot, sticky fluid spewed from his pulsing cock into the woman's hot mouth. Spent, he fell back onto the bed. She continued licking and sucking until she had him cleaned off, then she let his flaccid organ slide from her mouth. Bob sat up, and urged Angie to her feet. He started to take her clothes off, but she put her hands on his and stopped him. "I...I'm not sure you want to see me naked, Bob," she said. "I...I'm an old..." "You're beautiful, I know you are. I want to see you naked," Bob said, resuming the removal of her clothes. "I know you're beautiful." And she was. Despite her age, Angie's body was full and still taut. Her breasts were large, sagged but a little, and had huge, erect nipples capping them. Those mouth-watering nipples begged to be sucked. Bob squeezed her breasts together and rubbed his thumbs over her nipples. "Ahhhh!!! Yessssss!!!!" Angie moaned, grasping his hands. "Oh, God, Bob, it feels so good to have you touch them!" Bob bent and kissed the nipples, sucking one, then the other, into his mouth. Angie moaned with joy and her body began to tremble. He got her lying on the bed and began moving his hands over her, amazed how beautiful she was, what fantastic shape she was in. Without clothes, Angie looked ten or fifteen years younger. Except for her graying pubic hair, Bob couldn't have told how old she was. What had started as a "mercy fuck" was rapidly turning into a truly pleasurable experience. He slid off the bed and knelt between her legs. Angie stiffened. "Bob, what...what are you doing?" she asked. "Nooo!!! Don't, Bob...please!!! Not...not that! Oh, noooooo!!!!" Ignoring her protests, Bob shoved her legs apart and drove his head between them. His mouth covered her vagina and his tongue thrust into her. "Ahhhhhh!!!!" Angie cried and her hips rose off the bed. "Ohhhhhhhh!!! Do itttttttttt!!! Oh, yessssss!!! Do ittttttttttt!!!!" she moaned. Her legs clamped tightly around Bob's head as, with thrusting tongue, he continued to drive her wild. "Annnnnnhhhh!!!!! Annnnnnnnhhhhh!!! Annnnnnhhhhhh!!!!!" His companion's body was thrashing so wildly Bob had to hold onto her ass in order to keep his mouth in contact with her quivering opening. "Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!! Soooooo goooooodddddd!!! Soooooo gooooooddddd!!!! I'm commmmminnnnggggg!!!! I'm commmmmminnnnnnggggggg!!! Thank you!!! Oh, thank you!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Finally Angie's legs relaxed, fell from his head, and she lay still on the bed. Bob got up and laid down on the bed next to her. Angie quickly came into his arms. "My Lord, Bob!!" she exclaimed. There were tears in her eyes. "That was exquisite! I haven't been made love to in so long, and I needed it so badly!" "It's a crime that a woman as lovely as you are should have gone wanting," Bob said and kissed her. Then he moved closer against her and his erect cock brushed her leg. "My Lord, you have an erection again!" Angie exclaimed, leaning back and looking down between them. "It shows how much you excite me," Bob told her, then he drew her back into his arms and kissed her deeply once again. When the kiss ended, both of them were having trouble breathing. Angie looked at him, her eyes filled with happiness and urgency. "I want you in me, Bob!" she whispered. "Now! Please, Bob, make love to me!" Bob rolled on top of her and as he did, Angie guided his erection into her body with her soft hand. As his erect penis wedged into her, Bob learned first hand that Angie wasn't lying when she said she hadn't been made love to in a while. She was as tight as a virgin! The sensations ripping through him as his cock entered her were fantastic! "You're so big!" she murmured. "It feels marvelous!" "You feel pretty marvelous, too," Bob replied, beginning to thrust into her. He moved slowly, savoring the exciting grip of her tight nook around his hard organ. He couldn't get over how tight she was! "Ohhhhhh!!!" Angie moaned. "Oh, Bob, that feels wonderful!!! Wonderful!!!! I'm going to come again!!!! Yesssss!!! Take meeeeeeeee!!!! Arrrrrrrrrgggghhh!!! Arrrrrrggggghhhhhh!!!! Oh, Lord!!! Oh, Lord!!! Yesssssss!!! Yesssssssssssss!!!!" When she came, her body thrashed giving Bob a wild, wonderful ride. When Angie's orgasm started her vagina began to ripple and milk Bob's erection. The sensations he felt were unreal. "Unnnnnnhhhhhhhhh!!!!" he grunted when he felt his penis begin pulsing, then he was blowing his load into her, bathing her insides with his cream. "Can you stay longer?" Angie asked as they lay in each other's arms afterward. "I'd really love your company a bit longer." "I don't see why I can't," Bob said and kissed her softly.