0 comments/ 22684 views/ 3 favorites The Wedding By: RomanceQueen The entire day was like something out of a dream. Sure, she knew every detail of the entire event - she'd spent the past six months planning it. She wanted everything to be perfect for the day she and her best friend would become man and wife. Still, waking up in their apartment was a different experience. Her wedding dress hung by the closet and the morning sun shone through the fabric to give her bedroom an ethereal feeling. She laid back in bed, excited. For the next few moments, she could think of nothing else but William. Although he had spent that night, according to tradition, away from her, she could still smell him in the sheets. She buried her head in the pillows, laughing softly to herself. Today, she was the luckiest woman in the world. A sharp knock at the door jarred her from her reverie and she slipped out of the bed, still naked under her satin nightgown. After quickly wrapping a robe around her, she answered the door and found her best friend, who was all smiles. "We need to get you ready!" Robin exclaimed to her. "It's almost time - you've only got two hours until the ceremony." She laughed. Two hours was plenty of time for her. She was 21 and had never thought to fuss too much with her hair, not that she had to. Her long, raven tresses had always been healthy, thick and shiny. William had always told her it was one of the most beautiful things about her. After letting Robin in, she reassured her that everything would go well. ------------- She stood in the church's entranceway with her father, who had tears in his eyes. Except for some uncertain years when she was a teen, they had always been close. He looked at her and called her his little princess, something she had always loved to hear. "Don't worry, dad," she said. "We will be OK. William's a good man. He loves me very much and he will always take care of me." "I know, princess," he said. "But I've taken care of you for so long ... I'm so proud of you. You've become such a woman." She smiled and embraced her father. He patted her back, pulled away and placed her arm in his. "Ready, princess?" "Yes." The enormous mahogany doors opened, revealing a long white carpet stretching to William. Her whole world blurred, leaving only him in focus as she and her father stepped down the aisle. The flowers that cost a fortune, the candles, the small string quartet singing "Here Comes the Bride" on their instruments were lost in the moment. His eyes shone when he first caught sight of her. Though the veil softened the lines of her figure, he could make out the swell of her breasts, the small amount of cleavage the gown afforded her, but did her no justice, her small waist and the rise of her tight buttocks. Though she was beautiful, he wished to himself that the gown would have allowed him a peek at her legs. She had by far the greatest legs he had ever laid eyes on: long, toned, tan and ending in a pair of small, beautiful feet. He always thought she had the feet of an angel. She joined him at the altar, and the minister asked her father if he gives this woman away. Choked up, he could only nod. He lifted her veil, kissed her forehead, put her veil back in place and sat next to her mother in the pews. They recited their vows and she was shocked to see tears in his eyes when he said he would promise to love, cherish and honor her 'til death do they part. Her body filled with electricity when the minister told William he could kiss her. They embraced as his lips found hers. She could feel his hunger, and returned the same feeling. They then broke away, breathless from the kiss, and smiled. They walked back down the aisle amid cheers and clapping. He took his hand in hers and sighed. "You look so beautiful," he said. "Thank you. You look so sexy in that tux," she replied, smiling devilishly. "Can we take a moment alone before the reception?" he asked. "I mean, we are man and wife and when I first saw you walk down the aisle, I wanted to take you in my arms and get an early start with our wedding night." She smiled and opened her mouth to respond, but a horde of well-wishers descended on them before she could get the words out. He gave her a disappointed look and mouthed "Later?" to her. She grinned and nodded. -------------- Walking into the old theater, which had been renovated into a reception hall, the lights dimmed and a spotlight found the couple before they could hide. A slow song came on, and she recognized it as the song they had picked for their first couple's dance. He took her hand and led her to the floor. She held him close and laid her head on his chest. His hands traveled her back, sending shivers down her spine. Her heart swelled in the moment and she knew she would feel this way for him for as long as she lived. Her body would always respond this way, as though his touch was essential to her as breathing. Her hands clasped behind his neck and lightly stroked the nape of his neck. His eyes closed and he swayed against her, getting more and more aroused from the moment. He couldn't distinguish whether his arousal came from his intense love for her or the feel of her body against his. He pressed her close to him, and inhaled the scent of her hair, which only served to enhance his erection. ----------------- The limo took them to an old hotel that had been restored back to its origianl luxury. When she tried to step off the elevator, he barred her exit and swooped her up in his arms. "I have to carry you, remember?" "Across the threshold?" she asked and smiled. "Yes. Of course," he replied. He opened the door to the honeymoon suite and the soft glow of candles fell across her face. Flowers were on every surface that could support them, rose petals lined the floor and daisies, her favorite flower, carpeted the massive bed. "Oh..." she gasped. It was more beautiful than anything she had ever imagined. Her feet lightly touched the ground as she slipped down from his arms. She gathered up armfulls of daisies and buried her face in them. Looking up, her eyes met his and the daisies fell to the ground. In a few long strides, his face was inches from hers. In another moment, their lips and tongues met as he gathered her in his arms. His hands searched her back, feeling rows of buttons. He groaned at the thought of waiting any longer for her, but before he could begin to pop the buttons, she led his fingers to a seam in the side of the gown. "I had this sewn in, because those buttons just get in the way too much..." she began. His fingers pulled down on the zipper, and the gown fell from her body into a white heap on the floor. She reached into her hair, pulled out the pins holding her hair up and removed her veil. Her hair cascaded across her naked body, lightly teasing her nipples in the process. He stood, entranced. She blushed at his appreciation, as she always did, and slowly brought her hands to his jacket. She slid his arms out of it, letting it fall to the floor. She helped him with his shirt, working steadily faster to get him naked. She got on her knees before him and finally pulled down his boxers, exposing his long engorged cock. She slowly went to it, kissing it first, then licking. She worked his entire length, lightly stroking his balls with her fingertips in the process. She tasted pre-cum on his tip and looked up at him, locking eyes. He bent down and took hold of her arms, bringing her up with him. He touched her lightly, cupping her breasts and running his fingertips over her nipples. Her eyes slowly closed as a low moan came from her mouth. She brought her head back up and looked at him, her eyes intent. She swept the rest of the daisies off the bed, turned down the covers and took his hand, leading him to the soft mattress. After settling in, he loomed over her, looking at her with a soft glow in his eyes. He bent his head, kissing her neck, her collarbone and worked his way to her breasts. His thigh nudged between her legs and he was shocked to find out how turned on he had made her. She always got excited from his touch, but he had never felt so much wetness down there before. He looked up at her and saw her looking at him intently, mirroring the light in his eyes. "I love you so much," she whispered so softly, it was almost lost. He heard the words and felt their meaning from her body. He nudged her legs further apart as he inched his cock closer and closer to her opening. He put his forehead against hers and kept his eyes on hers as he entered her. She gave a slight gasp as her hands tightened on his back. She felt wonderful: warm, naked, wet, tight and yielding at the same time. She lifted her butt off the mattress and began to move against him, causing him to thrust in and out of her. She felt a low ripple of orgasm sweep across her before she exploded with him inside her. He could feel her pulsing around him and the sensation sent him over the edge. Coming together, they moaned each other's names and uttered every promise of love they could think of. Falling back against the bed together, arms and legs intertwined, they concentrated on slowing their heated and rapid breathing. She tucked her head under his chin and lightly stroked the hair on his chest, smiling. "That was unbelievable," he said. "You just gave me the best orgasm of my life." "You make the most beautiful love," she said. "I love feeling you inside, filling me up. I love making love to you." "You know what I love the most, though?" he asked. "What?" He placed his hand on her breast and she rolled her eyes, thinking that she had married an incredibly horny man. Then she realized his hand was over her heart. Amending her earlier thought, she knew she had married an incredible man. The Wedding It was late May and Lisa was getting dressed to attend the wedding of a friend. Unfortunately, she didn't have a date and was a little uptight about going to the affair alone, since she didn't know most of the other guests. After showering, blowdrying her hair and applying some light make up and lipstick, she opened her closet to pick out a dress. Lisa chose a beautiful white dress, made of very delicate material and overlaid in lace. It had spaghetti straps and was cut in a low vee neck, and she decided to wear all white underneath her dress as well... sheer thigh highs, lacy bikini panties and a strapless bra. A sexy pair of open toe heels and long white gloves completed her outfit. Finally she arrived at the wedding, missing only part of the cocktail hour. When Lisa walked through the door, the best man was giving the toast, followed by the bride and groom's first dance. As she sat down at her appointed table, the waiters began serving salads to the guests. A band was playing music and couples were on and off the dancefloor. She was seated next to a great looking guy, who was also alone, and they struck up a conversation during the meal. His name was Marc and from the way he kept smiling when she caught him checking her out, she sensed the attraction was mutual. After dinner he asked Lisa to dance with him, then stood and pulled out her chair as he reached for her hand. The band was playing a slow song as they headed over to the dancefloor, and Marc took her in his arms. She placed her head on his shoulder as they glided around the room. Song after song played and they kept dancing. Suddenly she felt his hands moving toward her backside, then Marc grabbed her ass subtly, pulling Lisa tighter against him. She noticed him staring at her breasts, which were pressed close to his chest and spilling out of her dress. His hard body felt good on hers and she felt safe in his strong arms. Lisa could feel his rapidly growing manhood throbbing against her mound, and she was becoming weak with desire. After dancing for what seemed like an eternity, they strolled back to their table, hand in hand, and sat down. Marc put his arm on the back of her chair, and let his leg rest against hers under the table. Lisa felt sparks shoot through her body when he gently ran his fingertips over her bare shoulders. They were lost in each other's eyes, both of them feeling the heat of the moment. She spotted the tent in his pants, still quite prominent, and squeezed his thigh under the table. Marc leaned in closer to Lisa, his tongue brushing over her soft lips before entering her mouth for a gentle yet passionate kiss. While nibbling on her earlobe, he whispered "Baby, I want you now." "I have to have you, Lisa." Marc took Lisa's hand and stood up, whisking her in front of him as he guided her away from the reception area. They found an empty room with a couch and sat down. Pulling Lisa tightly to his chest, Marc again started kissing her passionately. They couldn't get enough of each other and were eagerly devouring one another with their eyes, lips and hands. Lisa had never been so turned on in her life, and she longed for him to take her right there. As though he were reading her mind, Marc lifted her straps up and lets them fall, as he popped a tit out of her dress and began teasing the nipple with his hot tongue, making her moan with pleasure. She reached down and massaged his hard cock while he released her other breast from its confines and took it into his warm mouth. All at once Lisa straddled Marc and unbuttoned his shirt, trailing kisses down his neck and over his shoulders and chest, as she forced it open. Swiftly his hands went up under her dress, rubbing her silk and lace clad thighs as she nibbled on his nipples. He brushed her panties with his finger, feeling the dampness there. Marc reached behind Lisa and unzipped her dress alittle, so he had more room to squeeze her breasts and tease the nipples with his thumbs. His expert touch had her extremely aroused and she was moaning loudly. Lisa frantically unzipped Marc's pants and pulled out his cock, stroking it lovingly as she kissed him passionately. She ran her fingers through his hair, as he pushed her panties to the side, letting her feel his hardness pressed against her wet lips. He reached down and rubbed his cock back and forth over her clit, making her squirm with need, before sliding it inside of her. She placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed down hard, letting him fill her completely with his pulsating manhood. Slowly, Lisa began to rock back and forth, gripping his cock with her muscles, and forcing him deeper inside of her. She started to ride him slowly up and down, before picking up the pace and moving faster and faster. Marc grabbed her hips, guiding Lisa up and down on his stiff dick as he thrust into her. As she bounced up and down on his cock, he tugged on her prominent nipples, causing her to moan louder and louder. They went at it for what seemed like an eternity. When she felt Marc's body tense up, Lisa knew he was about to climax, so she squeezed his shaft tighter inside of her. Simultaneously, they both exploded in mind shattering orgasms, her tight pussy milking all the cum from his balls. They dressed in a hurry and headed back to the dance floor before anyone noticed their absence. The Wedding A few months ago, my best friend called me and said she was getting married. I'm still totally amazed that this is happening. My friend, Sally, has never been one to go out and meet men. Quite frankly, I'm surprised she found one. Now, I'm not saying that Sally isn't pretty, because she is. Being tall, blond and statuesque, Sally is model material. It's just that Sally is awfully shy and withdrawn. The wedding was being held at Sally's family home in Kentucky. To say they have lots of money would be an understatement. Sally's father breeds thoroughbreds, a bluegrass specialty. As I landed in Louisville, I was curious. Sally met me at the airport and was looking radiant and excited. I'd never seen her so vocal and animated. I laughed and followed her to the car as she told me horror stories of the last few weeks getting ready for the wedding. When we arrived at the old homestead, I was greeted by Sally's parents, numerous cousins and friends, many of whom I hadn't seen in over a year. I'd been traveling in Europe and hadn't been home for sometime. Once inside, Sally showed me to my room. I was privileged to be allowed to stay at the house all week during the wedding festivities. As I was unpacking, a knock on the door brought Sally in the room, along with a handsome pair of men. Sally introduced me to Matt, her fiancé, and his brother, Alex. Oh boy! These two men were incredible. Tall, dark hair, crystal green eyes. I was definitely in lust. The three of them disappeared and left me alone to contemplate my fantasies. Shaking it off, I changed and returned downstairs for lunch. As I walked around the buffet table, I noticed Alex across from me, staring at me intently. I smiled and lifted a grape to my lips. Licking my lips, I smiled back at him and continued on my way. After lunch, Sally and Matt were scheduled to have more pictures taken. I decided to take a walk. Heading towards the stables, I wandered off by myself. As I wandered the paddock area, I petted a few of the horses, giving them a couple of carrots I had snagged from lunch. I wandered inside the stables to look at the really prized horseflesh. No one was around and it was quiet except for the neighing of the horses. The raw smell of straw and horseflesh was intoxicating. As I petted the nose of a real beauty, I felt hands settle on my hips. I was pulled back against what felt like a rock. I looked over my shoulder. Alex. "All alone?" I pulled myself forward again and returned to petting and feeding the horse in the stall in front of me. "I just thought I'd take a walk, visit the stables. Is that all right with you?" Alex stepped forward and leaned against me. He felt so good, so solid. Leaning down, he whispered in my ear, "I guess. I want to fuck you. Is that all right with you?" Ok, so much for the formalities. As soon as those words left Alex's mouth, my body heated up and my panties got damp. While I was thinking, I felt Alex's mouth on my neck and his hand circle my waist and pull me back against him harder. Tilting my head, I gave Alex his answer. His mouth sucked on my neck, his tongue licking my tender flesh. His hand traveled up my stomach and cupped my right breast. The horse neighed and I smiled. My heat was building. Taking his hand away from my breast, I pulled away from him. "If you want to fuck me, you better follow me." I led him to an empty stall. Opening the gate, I walked into the corner. Piles of fresh hay lined the stall. Alex stepped in behind me, closing the bottom gate. Looking him in the eyes, I unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it to the ground. "I knew you'd be something." Alex walked towards me, crushing me to him. I felt his mouth on my lips and moaned as his tongue forced it's way inside. His hands were tearing at my bra. I felt his thumb slide roughly across my bare nipple and I moaned. Alex leaned down and took my nipple in his mouth, sucking hard. My hands reached for his jeans and I undid them, pushing them down around his ankles. Dropping to my knees, I pulled his boxers down and stared at his huge cock. He was short but god was he thick! I looked up at him as I took his thick member in my hand and squeezed gently. I flicked the tip of my tongue over his head, swirling in small circles. He moaned and I slipped my lips around the tip of his head and sucked. Using my hands, I pumped his cock while my mouth sucked his head. Alex's hands fell to the back of my head and I pushed my mouth slowly down the length of this cock. He tasted sweet and salty. I sucked hard, moving my mouth slowly up and down his shaft. I heard the horses neighing in the stables and got even more excited. My mouth closed around his cock, moving up and down. "Suck it! Oh shit suck it! That's it baby, that's good baby." Alex was moaning and fucking my mouth. I tasted his precum and went back to sucking only the tip of his cock. Pulling his cock into my mouth slowly, I felt his member getting thicker and thicker. His head was filling with cum and I wanted it. I wrapped my hands around the base of his cock and pumped hard as my lips wrapped tighter around his cock head. "Holy shit! Take it baby, take it!" His cock erupted in my mouth, filling my mouth with warm salty cum. I pulled him from my mouth, letting the cum spew across my chest, coating me. My hands pumped his cock, wanting all of it. Alex looked down at me and smiled. His eyes were glazed over. Standing up, I kissed his lips. His hands were pushing my jeans down, taking my panties with them. This time, Alex dropped to his knees, his limp cock hanging between his thighs. I felt Alex's tongue flick across my pussy and I moaned. I lifted my legs, shaking off my jeans. Opening my stance wider, I braced myself against the stall wall. Alex's mouth was covering my mound, sucking hard on my lips. I moaned and closed my eyes. I concentrated on feeling his tongue open my lips, slipping inside me. I was already so wet, his mouth kept slipping. "Mmmmm, ohh yessss. Feels so good." I was moaning and fucking his mouth. Alex's lips closed around my clit and he sucked. I felt my orgasm ripping through me fast and hard. Alex's mouth kept sucking until I finally pushed his head away. We kissed and dressed, leaving my torn bra in the hay. We walked out of the stable and returned to the rest of the group. Sally walked up to me and asked if I'd been ok and that she was sorry she had to leave me alone for so long. I told her not to worry. I managed to find a few things to keep me occupied. Later that night, after dinner, I walked out to the garden for a late stroll. The warm air felt good and my dress was light so the wind was practically touching my skin. As I rounded a corner, I felt a tug on my arm. I looked up and found Alex again. He pulled me to him and kissed my lips hard. This time, my tongue forced it's way into his mouth. I reached down between us. He was hard already. As I cupped his groin and squeezed, he moaned. Pulling me to a bench, Alex pushed me over, bending me over the bench. His hands pushed my dress up over my ass. Pulling my panties aside, I felt his finger thrust up inside me. I was already getting wet. His finger worked me, getting my pussy ready. I heard the zip of his pants and then felt his cock head pushing against me, opening me wide. His finger withdrew and his cock slid in slowly. I moaned. He was so thick. His hands gripped my hips and he pushed his cock all the way inside my tight pussy. Moaning, I pushed myself back against him, taking all of him. Alex fucked me slow at first, pulling his cock out and then pushing it back in. Each time, my lips tightened around his huge tool, pulling it inside me. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" I moaned and Alex obliged. He moaned as he fucked me, ramming his cock inside me. I closed my eyes and when I opened them again and looked up. Around the corner, I could see Sally and Matt watching us. Looking at Sally's eyes, I saw how excited she was. "Oh Alex! Fuck my pussy hard! Fuck me with that huge cock!" I watched Sally and moaned. Alex's cock was slamming into me, hard and fast. Sally was on her knees now, taking Matt's cock in her mouth. Like his brother, Matt's cock was thick and short. I watched as Sally's mouth covered Matt's cock and sucked. Alex pushed harder into me. I felt my orgasm rip inside me as Sally took all of Matt's cock in her mouth. "Oh fuck!!!" Alex moaned and thrust hard inside me. I felt his cum inside me, filling my tight pussy. Matt was watching me as I moaned and bucked back against Alex, working his cock hard. I squeezed my pussy muscles around Alex's cock and he moaned loud and hard. As he pulled out and I stood up, he wrapped his arms around me. I whispered up into his ear and he looked ahead where I had told him. We stood there and watched as Sally brought Matt to a huge orgasm, her mouth filling with his creamy cum. She sucked him clean and then stood and took Matt's hand. She led him back inside. The next morning, at breakfast, we all sat together and laughed. The rest of the week was just as exciting. I even managed to show Sally a few things I learned while in Europe, a little one on one training. Mmm she tastes good. The Wedding Let me introduce myself… My name is Rosy and this is the story of the weirdest night of my life, and the best sex I have ever, ever had. All of this happened the August after I left school, my last summer of freedom before starting at University in London. I was a little “difficult” at the time, I was slim, blonde and pretty, I had done well at school and sexually I thought I knew it all. I had a string of fantastically inappropriate but glamorous boyfriends who were mainly there to shock my parents and impress my friends. I was off to university in the autumn and life was good. Then my parents split up. Everyone always said I was the spitting image of my mum when she was my age and she was still a good-looking lady now that she had reached her mid-forties. Unfortunately it turned out she was also a bit of an old slapper who had been sleeping with her boss, the loathsome Martin (a headmaster of all things). Well mum moved in with Martin and I stayed with, and stayed loyal to, my dad, a quiet plain looking man. He was so fucked up by it all. He spent that summer crying and phoning my mum and generally falling apart, I told him he should start dating again and that mum was a bitch and he was better off without her. He always told me off for bad-mouthing her and said it was important that we all stayed friends, he said I would regret breaking off contact with her later, blah, blah, blah. Well he was probably right, (although no regrets yet, and all this happened eight years ago) but the whole scenario meant that I could run riot and enjoy finally having a good excuse for being bad. The Wedding… The wedding was such a disaster waiting to happen. The daughter of old family friends were getting married in August and we were all invited, my father, mother, the loathsome Martin and I. Everyone was really mature about it. The reception was in a hotel and we were all staying there, me and dad were sharing one room and believe it or not Martin and Mum were two doors down. Lovely! I had a fit when I saw the room because it had a double bed. I shrieked and stamped and made a huge fuss and arranged the bedclothes so that I could sleep under the sheets and my father could sleep tail to toe under the eiderdown. I then sent daddy off to the bar for two hours while I got ready. Poor old sod. Anyway, I was dressed to kill, a little-little-little black dress, hair up, bare legs, strappy sandals and only a shimmer of make-up. The ceremony was dull and the reception was awful. No attractive men, only the sweating brother of the bride following me around all night like a fat puppy. I disgraced myself by being caught smoking by Martin, and this gave my drunk mother the opportunity to criticise my drunk father’s child raising skills. He thought that this was a little rich coming from an adulteress. I burst into tears and said I’d smoked for years and that anyway it had “absolutely fucking nothing to do with you Martin!” which went down brilliantly. My father retreated to the bar, Martin and Mum went to bed early, and I got drunk and snogged the fat puppy. We were like the cabaret. The puppy turned out to be quite persistent and nearly let him persuade me to “come up to see his room” but the thought of having sex with him was just too horrible. In the end he had to settle for a blowjob in the lobby to the fire escape. He lasted about three licks and four sucks before the bastard came in my mouth even though I made him promise to tap me on the head when he was about to shoot his load. This was my cue to storm off to bed. My work there was done. Thankfully my father wasn’t in the room yet so I stripped off and got into bed and was in a deep drunken sleep within minutes. The Fuck… About four hours later I wake from a dark, sexual dream. I am gently rocking my ass and my breathing is shallow and my skin hot, I am feeling really ready for sex. For a second I try and remember the name of the guy I have drunkenly ended up in bed with. With a feeling of horror I remember the fat puppy. What the fuck is he doing in my bed? Then it hits me like a brick. The guy is my dad. We are lying in the spoons position, my back is towards him. His arm lies across my front holding me back into him. Two things have woken me. The first is the firm grasp he has on my right breast. The second thing is the hot hard erection lying between my buttocks. I freeze as I realise I have been masturbating my father with my ass. I still have my little thong on and his cock is right in there, lying along the line if the string, between my naked cheeks. Fuck! I listen to my daddy’s breathing, it is slow and deep. He must be sound asleep. I start to breathe again. Just stay still and his cock will shrink again. Why the fuck isn’t he top-to-toe under the eiderdown!? He must be absolutely trashed. Strangely I do not feel as horrified by this than I did by the idea of the fat puppy. Instead I feel incredibly naughty and I am amazed to realise that I am really turned on. This is sooo wrong, my heart pounds with thrilling excitement. I move very softly against him. He squeezes my breast giving it a gentle knead and gently thrusts his cock into my ass. Oh God, I am starting to get wet. He is asleep I think. I wait but the temptation is too much, I gently rock my buttocks up and down. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I am masturbating him again. I am so wet now my breath is coming in gasps, my head is reeling. I desperately want to get a hand to my groin but my arms are trapped. He thrusts against me once more. Oh this is sooo good! Then it all happens so quickly. His hand leaves my breast reaches round between my legs, he pushes his dick down so that it pokes between my thighs. Involuntarily I lift my left leg up to let his cock in between my legs, pressing at my panty clad pussy. He pulls aside the gusset of my thong and presses forward and back with his massive hard-on. His swollen penis head slides up and down my mound, parting my slick lips, and running between them. I am frozen in shock. He slides his cock back and forward at the wet entrance to my pussy, coating himself in my juice. Now is the time to pull away. Now is the time to call out. This feels so good though. He rests the head of his cock right at my entrance, it nudges up at me. Oh my god. He groans in his sleep, curls a little lower beneath me and thrusts up. I could move away but incredibly I press back very slightly and his wide, hot, cock-head pops into me. I am having sex with my father, he is inside me. He pushes again and his whole length slides smoothly into me and I cry out once. We are locked together, my father’s cock is hard and huge and hot inside me. His hand returns to my breast, and grasps and strokes my soft flesh. God oh god oh god. His breath is hot on my neck. I moan and push down on him, his length feels so fantastic inside me. He starts to rock a little and pump slowly at my rear and I push gently back at each thrust. What the fuck am I doing? We build a rhythm of small movements, I am soaking now, and I don’t think I have ever been as wet as this in my life. Can he still be asleep? I am moving as much as I dare now to get as much in-and-outness as I can, but the position we’re in doesn’t really allow for too much movement. I am terrified that he will fall out of me. He can’t be asleep now, his hand has moved down to my hip to pull on me and his breathing is rough. I moan and he grunts slightly as he thrusts. The feeling is sensational, he is sliding in and out so smoothly, and his cock feels so fantastic. This goes on for maybe five minutes, he gently fucks me in the pitch dark. All reserve has completely gone by now and my lust has built and built to an unendurable pitch. I want this so much now, but I want more than this endless gentle fucking, I want to be able to let go properly and I realise that he absolutely has to cum in me. I have to let him know it’s what I want, maybe he still thinks I am asleep. It’s little more than a whisper in the darkness of the hotel room, my voice is thick. “Oh, fuck me daddy.” He groans with deep lust, a real animal sound and rolls on top of me. I am prone and he thrusts hard twice into me, grinding at my arse. Then his knees are spread to either side of my rear and he is pulling my hips up towards him, clumsily I struggle to get my legs outside his and then we are in the doggy position. He pauses, stroking my arse and running his hands up the smoothness of my back, I reach out to the bedside table, things fall to the floor, and a glass breaks. I find what I am looking for, the light switch and turn it on. I want him to see his cock deep in his daughter’s cunt. He gasps. “Fuck me daddy, please.” I say it again louder now, “Fuck me!” He pulls right out of me and for a terrible second I think that he has come to his senses and is stopping. Then he rams his whole length up me, his balls slap at my thighs and I call out. No words no just shrieking moans and gasps as he begins to jackhammer into me. My cunt is squelching with each thrust, he is going at me with such fantastic speed, oh god I have never had a fucking like this. He pounds and thrusts into me, I push back with my arse, desperate for as much depth as he can give. His cock bangs at the opening to my womb. He tugs and tugs at my hips yanking me onto his dick. He grunts loudly with each long, fast penetration and I am calling out now and yelling with desperate need. “I’m coming! I’m coming! I’m coming!” Ten ramming thrusts more, maybe twenty and a wave of purest ecstasy builds in me with each thrust, peaks, topples and then crashes straight through me, I convulse with a shattering orgasm, bucking, twitching and yelling out, I’m shaking uncontrollably. It’s too much for daddy, he gives a grunt and grabs my shuddering hips, pulling my ass onto him, then he cries out and pumps jet after jet of hot sperm deep, deep into me. He jabs with little stabbing thrusts, emptying out the last of his cum. I can feel it’s hot liquid weight in my womb. He still pulls on my hips. My orgasm floods out of me and I would collapse forward if it weren’t for his strong grasp. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.” My voice is so shaky. “Fuck, that was so in-fucking-credible.” I look to my left at the mirrored cupboard that runs parallel to the bed. My daddy’s red face looks stunned, he is staring down at the naked, sweating daughter who is still impaled on his cock. He looks in the mirror and our eyes meet. He looks far more freaked out than I feel. I need to tell him how great this was, how much I wanted it to happen. “I never let anyone fuck me doggy-style! Can you believe that?” This is with really strong eye-contact. “Your mother wouldn’t ever let me either.” His voice is so shaky. “She was, and is, a fucking idiot. That was fantastic – daddy.” We look into each other’s eyes for a long second. Amazingly I can feel his cock start to stiffen a little and I feel another wave of lust. “Imagine if she found out about this?” I gave my ass a little wiggle and slowly ground back against him. “Imagine if she found out that you were fucking me from behind in hotel rooms!” “She’s only two rooms down,” daddy replied and he started to stroke my buttocks and spread them a little, looking down at his hard cock buried in his daughter’s wet pussy, “She and Martin probably heard us. You were pretty loud.” He pulled his stiffening cock out of me and ran its head up and down my slit, I moaned involuntarily and he slid back up me to the hilt. “Oh shit daddy that feels sooo good. Now that we’ve woken them up, are you going to give them something more to listen to?” “Yes.” He pushed me forward slightly, inching me off his cock again, then he pulled me slowly back, filling me deliciously, “God! You’re so fucking gorgeous! You make me so hard!” “Now’s your chance to try out everything you’ve ever dreamt about.” “Say it again.” I spread my knees a little further arched my back and then I looked at his reflection, I looked deep into his eyes, “Fuck me daddy.” He did. Breakfast… We fucked for three hours solidly until the alarm went at nine o’clock. He had me everywhere, every way up. It was so fantastic, I came and I came and I came. In the end we stopped because we were both so sore and neither of us could move anymore. Daddy said he hadn’t come like that since he was sixteen. I can honestly say I have never had sex that was remotely that good ever again. We didn’t have time to shower so we went straight down to breakfast and silently munched food, occasionally looking at each other and blushing. Each time I thought of what we did I had another hot rush of lust, and felt like jumping him then and there. Martin and mum came into the busy restaurant and irritatingly came over and joined us. My mother was in a vile mood. “I had no sleep at all! If I knew who it was I think I would actually go up to them and say something!” She looked at us both. “You must have heard them! A couple were at it all night. Grunting and squealing and banging! No decency at all!” “I had to stop Marjorie from going down the corridor and banging on their door.” Said a disconsolate Martin. I felt the blood rush to my face at the thought. “ “I’m coming! I’m coming!” disgusting! I don’t want to know if some awful little slut is coming or not!” My mother hissed. “Steady on Marj,” said Martin and nodded at me, “I don’t think Rosy needs to hear all the gruesome details.” My mother looked at my flaming cheeks. “Must have been the other end of the corridor. You can consider yourself fortunate. Absolute pornography!” “Didn’t hear a thing from any other room.” Said my father blithely, “Sorry to rush Marj but we should be off. Come on Rose.” He stood and I did too, as I bent to kiss my mother on the cheek I felt a warm leak of daddy’s cum run out from between my puffy labia and trickle down my inner thigh. Why hadn’t I put any panties on? “Bye-bye darling. Sorry about last night.” “I had a great time mum, don’t worry.” “Well I’m glad someone did.” As I followed daddy across the crowded restaurant I found myself wondering if there’d be time for a quick fuck before we left or whether we’d be better off waiting till we got home. There was over a month of holiday left before university began and it suddenly didn’t seem like time enough for all I had planned. The Wedding She ran down the stairs,quickly, then burst into the living room. "Jack!" The phone rang shrilly as Rhyley ran to answer it. Out of breath, she panted as she lifted the receiver. "Hello.....Richards residence." "Rhyley? This is Amanda.....is Jack ready yet?" "Almost. He is terribly nervous, honey." She looked at the bedroom door and wished he would hurry. He was going to be late! "Okay. I...uh...I'm pretty nervous, too. Just tell him I am waiting, okay?" "No problem. He will be there, I guarantee it!" "Thanks, hon. See you soon." Rhyley hung up the "What?" He spun around and looked like we was about to be attacked. "Let's go. You have had enough time. Stop being so bashful. Amanda called. She is worried you aren't going to show up!" He sighed and stood very still. "How do I look, sweetie?" "Mmm, honey, you look absolutely delicious. Too good to be true, trust me! Come on. It's time to go." "Alright.....I am ready." He slipped past her and she frowned a bit. She didn't want to see him get married, but she knew he loved this woman very much. The cologne he wore made her so jealous. She bought it for him. She sighed and shrugged. Amanda was going to be happy. She knew it. "Rhyley! A minute ago you were pushing me out the door! Now what are you doing?" "Daydreaming...." she mumbled. "Um, nothing! On my way. Take my car, the limo will be waiting after the ceremony." "Gotcha." He grabbed her keys off the hall table and was out of sight. Rhyley squared her shoulders and stepped out behind him. It will be a great evening, she thought. The lights were crazy and she sometimes wished she never set foot there. Las Vegas was the last place she thought this marriage would take place, but she knew it held special meaning to him. An actual wedding in Las Vegas. Too funny. She thought of all the drunken vows spoken in the tiny quickie chapels and had to smile. A real wedding in a real church. It was too good. She looked over at Jack and noticed he looked too pale. She was worried about him and asked him to pull over by the alley. "Why? What's wrong?" "Jack, you look so strange. What is going on?" "Um, besides from nerves, I keep thinking of what we used to talk about. I miss those times, I really do." "Oh, I remember. We talked about how we wanted each other so bad.....how if you ever got married, we would fuck each other in church beforehand. I liked that one. Made a great fantasy for me, honey." "I want to do it." "HUH?" "I want to fuck you before the ceremony." "My God! Do you know who all would see us if we did it in the church now?" "Yes. Not there. Here. Right now." "oh, baby....you just don't know...I have thought about this for days." "So have I." He pulled in to the alley and they started to get out the car. "When you flew in three days ago, the only thing I could think of is you. I thought of all the things we could do while waiting for the ceremony to start." They came to the hood of the car and kissed. "Jack, only if you are sure. I love you, but I don't want you to have regrets." "What about you?" "None. I will have you, even for a short time. No regrets. For right now, you are mine." "Oooh, honey....this is so fucking crazy!" "I know, now hurry, lover, we don't have much time!" He embraced her as she pulled the shirt from his pants. Their hands shook terribly and their ragged breaths steaming in the cool air. To him, she felt to tender, round, full...he cared so deeply for her. He moaned at the thought of what he was going to do. He couldn't wait much longer. She couldn't control herself. His hardness pressing against her was making her excited. To her, he felt so soft, loving, strong. She loved him very much. The thought of him taking her after all this time made it special to her. They made it through years as friends, now, for just this moment, they would be lovers. "Jack, please.....God, baby, please..." He lifted her skirt as she slid up the hood, leaning in to kiss her deeply. She moaned into his mouth, surrounding herself with him. "Ahhh, honey....fuck, I need you!" He opened his pants, his shaft springing out to meet her. She held her breath as he entered her, taking tiny thrusts. When he was sure she was ready for him, he moved his hand, sliding fully into her waiting tunnel. "Aahh, baby, yes....you are too good to me!" He smiled at her as he watched her face express her pleasure. "Mmm, please....don't stop. This feels too good!" He leaned into her, kissing her neck and shoulders, her nipples hardening, begging to be licked. As he nibbled his way down to her breasts, she ran her fingers through his hair wanting to hold him closer. His mouth captured her tiny bud, suckling tenderly while she cried out to their mutual bliss. "Jack! Oh my God, oh my God...." Her voice trailed off to groans ever deepening as she reached her climax. He slowed his pace to let her sail through, then he resumed his firm thrusting. "Oohhh, honey, I have wanted you for so long. I want to be perfect for you." "You are wonderful, Jack. You always have been. Your turn, lover. Come for me...." "Ah, shit, Rhyley.....ahhhhh......" Hearing her voice, wanting to please her, he came. His head leaned back like he would scream, but soft grunts emerged from his throat instead. He laid on her, letting his strength return as she stroked his back whispering such sweet things to him. "Rhyley, I...I just...." She put her hand out and he quieted. "It's okay. This was for us. Now we have to go." He looked at his watch and jumped back. "We have ten minutes!" "Get in the car, I'm driving!" "Jesus, Rhyley, how am I gonna clean up!? I am soaked, I swear!" "In the glove compartment I have wet-naps. Use those." At his glance, she added "I have family with kids, remember?" He nodded and set to work cleaning up. He did the best he could as she sped along, trying to keep from being late. Christ....he's getting married. I'm gonna lose him. No, you're not. He's still your friend, right? Shut up. Rhyley wasn't consoled by her thoughts at all. She concentrated on the road instead, making it to the chapel in plenty of time. "Jack! Thank God! Hurry, Amanda is afraid that you were going to stand her up." Her uncle took his arm and they ran off to the altar to wait the lovely bride. Rhyley took her time parking her car and entered the chapel taking the first seat available in the back pews. She sighed heavily, but smiled. This was going to be a wonderful evening. She checked her watch and saw it was two minutes to go. She still couldn't figure out why they wanted to get married at eight at night, but she wasn't going to ask. The ceremony went off well, the groom managed to keep from fainting and the bride looked so beautiful. Rhyley was proud that they went so well together, even though she was envious. As they passed her on the way out, Jack's eyes met her briefly. What she saw made her burn again. He will remember this day for many reasons, she thought. As she waited for the chapel to clear, she made up her mind to go to the reception. She wanted to see them off. Maybe she would get a chance to toast them. After all, she really was happy that they look so wonderful together. She sneered at her own thoughts and smiled again. They do look great together. She was last to the reception and she looked for a good spot to check out the room. She chose near the bandstand, that way she could be out of the line of sight, but still see everything. She was always strange that way. She kept her drinks to water and soda and enjoyed a few dances, but mostly kept to herself. She didn't want to be in the way, even though she wasn't. As Amanda and Jack cut the cake, she had a bad idea. She grinned, but covered it with her napkin. She excused herself from the table and walked quickly to the bathroom. As Amanda and Jack smothered each other in cake, she waited in the last stall of the men's bathroom. Tonight was going to be interesting. Jack told his friends that he was going to clean up and headed off to the bathroom. He had a change of clothes waiting and he was getting fed up with his tie. Helicked the cake from his lip and smiled. It has been a great day, he thought. He stopped for a moment and thought of Rhyley. He frowned a bit. He did have his regrets. She was his friend. That had changed, but she would always be there for him and he for her. But still....he had his regrets. He entered the restroom alone and started working on getting his coat and shirt off before he cleaned off his face and hair. He unbuttoned his shirt and he caught a flash of something in the corner of his eye. "I always loved your belly, hon." "Damn, Rhyley, you scared the hell out of me!" "Sorry, sweetie. I just wanted to be alone with you for a bit. I wanted to tell you that I am glad you two are finally happy." "Thank you, honey. Are you okay? I know that earlier was...well....fantastic, but I..." "It's okay. Really. I knew it wouldn't last, but I loved it for what it was. I am fine." "Okay. Then I believe you. What are you doing here, anyway?" "Oh, I wanted to give you my wedding gift, love. Just for you. The box in the hall is for her. This is for you." She came up to him and put her hands to his crotch. She pulled his zip down as he stood there in slight shock. "Oh, God, Rhyley....." He closed his eyes as his hand grabbed her wrist. "We can't. Jesus, we just can't." "Yes, we can. You are hers tonight, but for now, you are mine." With those words, his cock stiffened and pushed into her warm hand. "Mmm, that's it, baby. You are mine." "God, Rhyley.....please....it's not right. Not now...." "This says otherwise, lover," she said as she stroked his shaft. Her grip quickened and his hips began involuntarily thrusting in her palm. "Tell me you want it, baby. Tell me you need it." His head tilted back and his hands held her shoulders to brace himself. "God..baby...please....yes. Fuck, I want it. I want you. Oh my God, what am I gonna do?" "You are going to fuck me. Right now." She turned to the stall she previously waited in and shut the door as he entered behind her. He stood in a daze as she had him sit on the stool. "Mmm, that's it, honey. Sit right there...I wanna ride you tonight." She pulled his shirt open, ripping the buttons as she settled into his lap. Her skirt rode high on her thighs as he slid his hands up to her hips. "Jesus, Rhlyey, you fucking whore....what you do to me." He kissed her neck, licking lightly over her throat. "I need you, baby. Oh, yes, oh you promised me." She eased onto him, her hands on his shoulders to keep balance. Her slick walls tightened over him as she lets him penetrate her. His eyes closed tightly as she sank firmly down his shaft. "Fuck, babe!" He gritted his teeth as she rolled her hips down on him. Her smirk widened as he tossed his head back, his eyes open, glassy. "Fuck me, Jack. Come on....give it to me like only you can." His eyes flashed, meeting hers with immeasurable heat. He took her by the hair, pulling her mouth to his. She gasped as his tongue invaded her mouth, stroking her senses, setting her aflame. They groaned together as they made love, hot, passionate, lustful. The scent of their extertions rose in the air, thick and heavy. Sighs and moans becoming a song, the music made by the simple movements of the body. "Oohhh, honey....you feel wonderful. Ah! Dammit, Rhyley....give it all to me!" Jack buried his face in her ample breasts as he moved deeply inside her. He could smell her arousal, her desire. That alone drove him on to blissful insanity. "Jack...Jack....Jaaack....JAAACK!" Needing to release, Rhyley screamed to him. He read her body well and took her harder, not letting one stroke go to waste. Her nails drew down his back as she gritted her teeth. Panting, she bucked and shivered as her sweet life force seeped from her steaming body. Sweat ran off her brow to his cheek as she slumped against him. He let her rest a moment before he moved. She stood wearily at his request. She startled at his grip on her arms. When she looked to his face she saw that desire, only so much deeper. "You are now mine," he said to her. "You are my woman, my whore, my pussy." She waited, holding her breath as he continued. "You are mine." He turned her around, holding her close to him. His heart was beating wildly against her back, his breaths ragged. With a firm hand he pushed her forward, her ass pressed into his groin. He lifted her skirt again, ripping her panties from her. She opened her legs wider to accommodate him. He whispered in her ear once more. "Mine." With an earnest thrust, he wrenched his cock into her. She said nothing, breathing was all she could do. His hands bit into her hips as he fucked her. He took her like she had always wanted, hard, fast, rough. He would always give her what she wanted. His grunts became feral, fierce. His back burned from her scratches, but he would put everything he had into this. Thrusting, filling, aching, needing, it was all he could do. The echoes didn't bother them; they had wanted each other like this for so long. Let them hear, she thought. Fuck them all. His head thrown back, he took her. Again and again he pushed. He barely noticed the tell tale throbbing his loins began to fill with. He wanted to make her his own, and damn if he wouldn't. Her hand reached down to rub her swollen clit as he leaned over her back. His hot breath felt like paradise as he growled his release. Shooting up, he grimaced as he emptied his seed into her soaking tunnel. With each rope he left inside her, he felt closer to her. His eyes closed briefly before he pulled from her. He stumbled back a bit and rested against the stall door. She heard him and turned quickly, worried. He waved her off and took a deep breath. "Jack..." "I'm fine, babe. It's okay." She nodded and let him gather his wits. "That was great, Rhyley. Did I hurt you?" "No, not at all. It was wonderful, lover. So good." He smiled and he blinked at his dimples. She had always loved those. "I have to go. I think people may be getting worried." "I know. Clean up. Have a good time." She opened the door and looked at herself in the mirror. She adjusted herself a bit and went to leave when he stopped her. "Please, Rhyley, am I still your friend?" "Yes, you are. You mean too much for us to be ruined by this." He came up behind her and kissed her head. His long arms wrapped around her with a comforting hug. "I will see you again, then?" "Oh yes. How could you even ask, dear man?" "I wanted to be sure." "I am yours now, Jack. You know this." She walked out the door and out the back. He watched her as long as he could, listening for her departure. He turned to the faucets and began cleaning up. As he looked at himself, he paused. "Mine," was all he said. The Wedding So often they had seen each other across the courtyard. And, as often, they exchanged pleasant greetings as they entered or exited their respective flat. It was a congenial, if distant "relationship." That would change as the result of their mutual friends' and neighbours' marriage. A major event in the lives of the betrothed was equally shattering in the lives of these two people. No longer would they be just two lives passing in parallel paths. They decided that they would go together as the day was to be spent with their friends. He called upon her bright and early on the appointed day. He was startled to see her adorned low heels, with Roman ties on them, and a wonderful black velveteen dress........knee length with a slit up the right thigh, and thin spaghetti-like straps. This black dress against her tanned skin and her blondish hair pulled over to one side of her head and adorned with a gardenia. Sweetly fragrant and wonderfully smooth like her shoulders. Within him, he wondered if this was the same plain woman he'd greeted so many times before. She looked at him........in a cashmere suit...........charcoal gray, crisp white shirt, and boldly coloured, repetitive tie with bits of burgundy, tan and gray scattered throughout. She blushed as un-neighbourly thoughts passed fleetingly through her mind and heart and spirit. They removed themselves from the complex of flats and did not realise they were saying goodbye to their previous lives. The wedding was beautiful.............sun shining, middle breezes blowing.........happy faces. The reception started at ~ 6:00 PM and was held at an ocean club overlooking the short scrub bushes and sand dunes leading to the salty water of the ocean. Into the night the two friends spent their time together.....chatting, dancing, eating..........almost to the exclusion of all others in attendance. Maybe it was the wine...........or the close dancing............or some other factor.........but they both began looking at each other less as friends and more as deeply attached souls. They decided to take a walk out on a pier that was somewhat secluded........the moon being the only light to guide them out over the ocean. They reached the end of the pier and looked at each other..........the wind teasing her hair and the still fragrant flower there. That same wind gently bringing his cologne to her. They stopped and rested their hands on the railing and in that dim light felt a shiver unrelated to the temperature around them or the gentle ocean breeze on them. It is unknown who moved first.............it may have been mirror-like............. but soon their hands touched..................her left on his right..........and they turned their heads and looked to each other. That look became a stare and that stare became mutually exchanged signs and signals. They kissed...........tentatively.............innocently .......a first kiss for two who NEVER had kissed another.........a kiss that promised so much to each other..............a kiss...............that they both desired. As their lips finally parted, he turned back to the rail to look over the ocean, and wonder whether he had crossed the wrong boundaries...........her actions told him he had done nothing wrong. She took her right hand and touched his chest through his shirt............her fingers felt his left nipple............and she thought to herself that he was like her in that regard...and she moved her hand more. Down the flatness of his tummy..........she felt the buckle of his belt............they looked to each other again.......her eyes taking all the moonlight and reflecting the sparkle........her smile.......like that of saint and devil..................she biting her lower lip.......he...............silently nodding yes. Her hand trailing now down the zip of his wool trousers.......both of them breathing deeply. Then down further, until she felt his need...........extended, thick.......wanting. Her fingers, through the fabric of his trousers, brought more life to his membre............rock-like, and warm, like a rock in the sun. He whispered to her.........yes..............oh yes. Her fingers rose slightly and began to lower his zip...........then she reached her hand inside and found him. She heard a low guttural sound from him as she released him from his finely-tailored prison. She looked and saw, in the quiet light of the moon............all and more of what she had imagined on unguarded occasions. He felt the cool breeze and became aware of himself twitching. Then.........gently, pensively, he felt the fingers of her right hand encircle him. Barely encircling the shaft..........rigid, stretching upwards slightly curved over his tummy. Deeply crimsoned and purpled........thickly veined...........and throbbing..............much like her own pulse in places she tried to deny. She squeezed him gently and felt his tenseness. He gently and quietly whispered, please............ She took her hand from him, and in the view of the moon she slipped her right hand under her dress through the slit of her dress. He watched her arm flex as her fingers moved under the velvet fabric in another place so much like velvet in its softness. He saw her hand again, now glistening with her own need................and she returned her hand to him. He felt her warmth upon him and the slow stroking of her hand up and down his aching shaft. He felt her hand move faster on himself, and her heard that wonderful sound of her wetness escaping from her fingers and being spread over his length. He looked to her, and the right strap had fallen from her shoulder, and he watched her bosom heaving as her hand rose and fell on his manhood. He reached that point of no return.....................he turned his face to the ocean, and lowered his head. He opened his stance................and bent over the rail slightly..........his fingers gripping the rail powerfully. She heard his breathing become shallow. She looked down at him and saw the crown glistening and crimson...............flared, and dripping that sweet nectar that silently announced he would go over the edge. His head dropped again and her stroking sped up...............he moaned deeply, and she saw a shimmering string squirt into the moonlight. She did not stop............nor did he.......another moan..........and another long sticky string........tumbling down into the sand. Twice more he released like this, until she felt him begin to relax. Then she took her hand and pressed well underneath him........a large dollop fell into the palm of her hand, which she brought to her lips......... She tasted his sweet saltiness...................and took a tissue to him............... After cleaning him lovingly..............she whispered they they should go home.........she needed to show him REAL pleasure...........with a smile and nod to all attending, they walked through the banquet hall to his car, drove to his home..............and finished what the wedding had begun. The end. The Wedding Thanks for joining me. I hope you enjoy. The wedding plans were coming along splendidly. James and Sarah had been in love for years and now it seemed they would be spending the rest of their lives together. James had only three jobs for the wedding, tuxes, photographer, and the DJ. He arranged for the tuxedos and made time to bring his five ushers and his best man for fittings. His best man was his best friend Carl, and his ushers were a combination of his brother, two cousins and two of Sarah’s brothers. Next he decided to tackle the DJ. He called around and after several long conversations settled on two potential choices. One of the DJs was a little less expensive and had seemed very professional over the phone, the other was a little more money, but had been very persuasive on the phone. Both seemed knowledgeable and would both likely make good DJs. In the end he went with price. He called and confirmed and then phoned the second DJ to let him know. Although James wasn’t sure exactly how it had happened, before the end of the phone call he had agreed to hire the other DJ. Something about the way he talked, and his presence of voice, James couldn’t be sure. He cancelled the other DJ. The wedding drew nearer. James had found a dynamite photographer and was very proud of himself for completing his jobs. Meanwhile Sarah was busy with planning her dream wedding. When there were only two weeks before the wedding the DJ called. He wanted to meet with James and Sarah to discuss song choices and timing of various reception standards, the cake cutting, bouquet, etc. It seemed logical enough and highly professional, they agreed on a night when both he and Sarah could be there. With only six days until the wedding Marvin the DJ pulled into James and Sarah’s driveway. He got out of his car and strode up the walkway. The soon to be newlyweds had a nice house he thought to himself. When the door opened he shook hands with James, and James led him into a nice kitchen/common room. “Hi, Marvin. Great to finally meet you.” James said warmly. “This is Sarah my fiancée. Sarah this is Marvin the DJ.” James said. Marvin couldn’t believe his eyes. Sarah was a ravishing beauty. She stood around 5’6” tall, slim and firmly toned, she had long reddish brown hair, and a delectable figure. She was wearing khaki shorts, which hugged her round ass nicely and a summery tank top, which accentuated the swell of what had to be C-cups maybe bigger. Her breasts sat high and proud on her chest. Marvin smiled to himself. He suppressed the urge to control her. He knew that his control faded and if he used it too soon, they would likely cancel his wedding job, and Marvin was more of a voyeur anyway. Since Marvin had hit puberty he had been able to hear the surface thoughts of people around him without much effort. Since then he had slowly taught himself to manipulate those thoughts. In the past year or so Marvin had become really good at making people around him do what he wanted. As a DJ he typically left weddings or other functions with at least one bridesmaid, or some other hot young girl. Marvin was always careful not to draw too much attention to himself though, always fearful of someone finding out exactly how he always got what he wanted and somehow ruining it. Right now he wanted Sarah very badly. ‘She isn’t a bridesmaid though.’ Marvin thought to himself. ‘This is the bride herself, you get in her pants someone’s gonna’ be pissed.’ Marvin made it through the meeting without acting too oddly, but Sarah was all he could think about. For the next five days thoughts of her had built to an obsession, and Marvin had had hundreds of fantasies. The day of the wedding arrived and Marvin loaded his van and went to the hall to set up. He had been invited to the ceremony. He usually was, but he rarely elected to go. Today was different. He wanted to admire the bride as often as he could. Marvin arrived at the church, and of course the bride wasn’t there yet. She would only arrive at the last minute. Marvin sat near the back of the church tuning in and out the thoughts of the different people in the large church. Many of the women in Sarah’s family were very attractive. While listening to James’ thoughts he learned that Sarah had a weird feeling about him. Marvin was used to it, but the groom began getting nervous as soon as Marvin had come in. Marvin was hurt and slightly irritated. Sarah was hot, but how dare she think herself too good for him. Looking about the room he decided he needed a distraction. His eyes settled on the mother of the bride. She was pacing nervously near the back of the hall. Marvin looked at her and reached out mentally, he compared it to playing a video game. An instant passed and Sarah’s mother suddenly had the oddest feeling. She was intensely aroused. She looked nervously around the church wondering if anyone could see her suddenly flushed complexion. Within seconds the feeling was so strong she realized that she HAD to do something about it. She crept down the stairs to the basement of the church where the bathrooms were. Marvin got up and followed. Sarah’s mother Dianne couldn’t be sure why she did it, but the first door she came to was the men’s room and she stepped inside. Marvin watched Sarah’s mother following his mental nudging. She was nervous and it made it extraordinarily easy to manipulate her. She was wearing a light blue dress, and it was evident that Sarah had gotten her mother’s body. She was probably in her mid-forties, Marvin guessed she had had some work done, but she was still quite attractive and carried herself well. Marvin smiled as Dianne pushed through the door into the men’s room. As soon as she was on the other side her composure broke down. Dianne reached down, frantically bunching her dress up to her waist. She was wearing sheer panty hose and she struggled to push her hand into them. A moment later she was aggressively rubbing her clitoris which seemed to her starved for sensation. Dianne looked around the men’s room, the church was old and many of these fixtures had been used for decades. The bathroom had on odor oddly crossed between chemical cleaners and ancient urine. Suddenly Dianne felt VERY dirty. She slipped her other hand down the back of her panty hose admiring how firm her buttocks felt for a woman her age. A moment later she was tracing the outline of her anus with her index finger while continuing the furious assault on her clitoris with her other hand. Marvin entered the men’s room to see the bride’s mother standing in the center of the room framed by a urinal on either side of her. She stood slightly stooped with her legs close to three feet apart. She had a hand down both the front and back of her hosiery, and her dress was bunched to her navel. Through the sheer panty hose it was evident she wasn’t wearing panties. Marvin laughed to himself. “I need a cock in me!” Dianne said to Marvin exactly the way he had said it in her mind. “Fuck me now!” Marvin stepped forward and pushed Dianne into the nearest stall pushing her hosiery down as he did so. He lifted her slightly setting her now bare ass on as ancient toilet paper dispenser and unbuckled his pants. The door to the stall slowly closed itself as he lifted the woman’s knees to her chest and pushed himself into her pussy. The stall door was old fashioned and almost reached the floor, Marvin reached over and locked it as he sensed two men about to enter. “Shhhh.” Marvin hissed. The bathroom door opened and Dianne’s husband and James came in. Both urinated as Marvin gently began to pump in and out of Sarah’s mother. She bit her lower lip and shut her eyes holding onto Marvin’s narrow shoulders as the young man began fucking her. It felt amazing as though every nerve ending in her body had been turned on. The thought that her husband was just beyond the door fluttered into her mind, but rather than be swayed it only aroused her more. She opened her eyes and looked at the young man who was gradually building speed as he fucked her. She realized she had absolutely no idea who he was. He was fairly skinny, and had a plain unassuming face and dark hair. Something about him was magnificent to her though. Meanwhile James and her husband were washing their hands. “Are you nervous about the wedding?” Harold, Dianne’s husband asked James. “No, Sarah and I are so ready for this.” James said. “I love your daughter very much.” “That’s great you two will do fine, I welcome you into our family.” Harold said. There was the rattle of the paper towel dispenser. “Have you seen Dianne?” Harold asked. “I thought she came down here.” James said. “Me too, probably in the bathroom.” Harold added. “Probably.” James said and then they were gone. “Oh yes, please fuck me now.” Dianne hissed as soon as the bathroom door was closed. Marvin obliged and began humping the writhing woman in earnest causing the toilet paper dispenser to rattle and the walls of the stall to creak. “UUUNGHHHN!” Dianne grunted out as she began to come. “Now YOU!” She hissed as her body continued to twitch from the orgasm. “Before mine is over, come in me!” Marvin hadn’t coerced her to say any of that, only to make her uncontrollably horny and ask to fuck him. The dirty talk put him over the edge and his legs trembled as he began to come. He drove deeply inside the woman and stayed there as his orgasm poured through him. “That was fucking incredible.” Dianne said shocked at her own tongue. The young man who had just fucked her set her legs down on the floor of the tiny stall and she bent over to gather her bunched up panty-hose. As she pulled them up she noticed the smear of semen began to seep out of her. She smiled and snugged the panty shield portion of the hosiery over her dripping well-fulfilled pussy. “Who are you?” She asked. “I’m Marvin the DJ.” Marvin answered. “You were magnificent, you are very hot.” He added. Then he reached out again. “You’ll have to fuck me again sometime. I can’t go on without more of your cock.” Dianne said. Although Marvin had planted the words in her mind they flowed as though she had thought of them herself. “I’ll do that.” Marvin answered. “We’d better get back upstairs we’ll miss the ceremony.” Marvin wiped his cock off with a handful of toilet paper and put it back in his pants as Dianne walked awkwardly out of the men’s room. As Marvin seated himself near the back of the church the ushers began seating people. The word was that the Bride and her Bridesmaids were circling the block and would be pulling up in a moment or two. Next the mothers of the bride and groom were led in and seated near the front. Marvin watched Dianne walk down the aisle, her blond hair was barely tousled, but Marvin knew well that the light brown hair between her legs was caked with drying semen. He smiled. Finally all the ushers and the groom were standing by the altar and ‘Here Comes the Bride’ began to play. Marvin like everyone else in the room turned to watch as Sarah was led down the aisle on her father’s elbow. She was radiant. Her dress was beautiful and lacy, it wasn’t low cut at all, and covered what could be ample cleavage, but still managed to accentuate her chest with just the right snugness. Two razor thin spaghetti straps slipped over her sexy shoulders and dove low down the relatively non-existent back. Her headpiece didn’t have a veil and was done up into her hair, pulling her bangs back and highlighting her high cheekbones and soft make-up. Behind her one of the bridesmaids carried her train and Marvin began getting a devilish idea. He reached out across the entire chapel with his mind and a languid calm settled over everyone. The guests would pretty much smile and ooh and ahh at whatever happened from here on out. As the bride passed Marvin her maid began gently gathering up the train and inching closer to the bride. By the time she was within a few feet of the altar, her toned calves were visible to the knee, along with the sheer white hosiery she was wearing. They reached the altar and Marvin leaned forward to get a better look at the garter and the top of what had turned out to be thigh highs. Everyone in the chapel stared appreciatively at the back of the bride’s long firm legs. Marvin thought the exposed straps for her thigh highs were very erotic. Her bridesmaid took the final two steps up to the altar and rather than spread the train out she lifted it and tucked it into the back of the semi backless wedding gown. The back of the dress had drooped low showing off the back of Sarah’s neck and some of her back. When the Bridesmaid tucked the train and the hem of her dress into it, the entire congregation could see the bottom of her lacy almost sheer panties. The ceremony began and pictures were being snapped almost non-stop. Marvin could imagine the wedding albums. Sarah felt a little strange, she was acutely aware that her bridesmaid had lifted the back of her dress exposing her to her butt. Oddly she felt alright with that, in fact she thought it was pretty erotic that everyone could see her like this. ‘James must have no idea’ she thought. The priest performed all the nuances of the ceremony without any indication that anything was out of the ordinary, and Sarah let the dress stay. As the ceremony progressed she began feeling more and more aroused at the thought of her and James’ friends and family seeing her like this. She wanted to show more! In the audience Marvin fueled her overwhelming desires and listened to her thoughts, his hard-on returning to tent and stain the front of his trousers. Gently she thrust her pelvis back hoping it allowed more of her ass to be seen. She suddenly wished she had opted for less conservative panties. She was wearing Lacy Bikinis, but suddenly wanted very badly to be in a thong, or maybe no panties at all! “You may kiss the bride.” The priest’s words momentarily rocked Sarah out of her reverie. For an instant she realized that she was mooning all of her wedding guests. Sarah’s face turned scarlet, then James took her in his arms and kissed her, she kissed back and the odd calm settled back onto her. Her arousal began to flow back down her spine and through her belly. She squirmed gushingly against James, the heat between her legs seeming to melt her entire body. As she kissed James her maid of honor Heather stepped forward and rolled the wad of material tighter tucking it firmly back into her dress. Sarah could now feel that her dress was tucked exposing her panties all the way to the waistband in the back. She would have to thank Heather for being so intuitive! The guests cheered as James led his bride back down the aisle. The two lace covered swells of her buttocks rising and falling with each step. Although Marvin was tempted to make the best man step forward and goose her, he decided to play it coy and ease himself into what he was planning to be a VERY lusty night. On the front steps of the church, Sarah and the photographer agreed that she should be facing somewhat sideways in a lot of the pictures. This profile would accentuate her body and allow the bare flesh of her legs and the swell of her ass to be seen. Sarah wanted desperately an excuse to remove her panties. Even though doing so would require her to unclasp her thigh high suspenders. Photos were taken all around the grounds of the church, no one seemed at all uncomfortable with Sarah’s panties being visible. All the attention was making Sarah extremely wet. By the time the photographer was taking the last few pictures Sarah was pretty sure she could smell herself, or at least the strong smell of sex. “Are you alright honey?” Sarah’s mother asked. She was standing right beside her daughter, envious of her youth and the smoothness of her legs. “I’m fine mom.” Sarah said. “Today is going perfect!” “That’s wonderful honey.” Sarah’s mom said. She walked off and Sarah noticed that the smell of sex seemed to subside. Sarah and James headed for the bridal car as Sarah’s mother began talking to the DJ. Sarah watched them talk and wondered why she had ever thought strangely of the DJ, he seemed nice enough. The door to the limo closed, they were in a two-seater Rolls Royce, with the rest of the bridal party following in two Lincoln Towncars. As the cars pulled away Sarah noticed her mom getting into the DJs car and the whole procession began making it’s way to the hall. “I’m so horny James!” Sarah said. There was no partition and the limo driver had already taken note of the gorgeous woman in his back seat. “Oh yeah.” James said. He leaned forward and kissed his bride. Suddenly Sarah felt a strange revulsion. “Not ‘till later.” She said coolly pulling away from her new husband. James felt oddly neutral about the exchange. “God, though, I’ve gotta’ CUM!” Sarah said. She unclasped her thigh highs and began pulling her panties down her long legs. Once off she re-clipped the stockings and spread her legs wide, draping one knee over James’ leg, and placing a high-heeled foot on the back of the front seat. The driver quickly tilted his mirror and Sarah thrust out her pelvis to give the driver the best view possible as she ran a freshly done fingernail up and down her soaking wet slit. “Hold these James.” Sarah said stuffing her soggy panties into her husband’s fist. She gently pinched her clitoris rolling it in her fingers before sliding her finger back down her crease and inside of her. She moaned, for some reason her whole body was on fire and just touching her clit had been enough to put her on the brink of orgasm. She left her finger inside and pressed her palm against her clitoris and the orgasm came. Sarah moaned and grunted bucking her hips wildly as the orgasm tore through her body. With her teeth clenched she withdrew her finger and leaned forward on the back of the seat. “Very nice.” The limo driver said. “You’ll have to stay for the reception, I’m sure this isn’t the end of the show yet.” Sarah said. She lowered her legs and let the front of her dress fall back into place. If the back had come un-tucked she would have Heather fix it when they arrived. Marvin’s car slid past the limo on the highway, Marvin had to get his DJ rig up and running as the guests arrived. On the way by he implanted the deepest message he could not to lower the back of the dress. To James he sent the message not to interfere with his new wife AT ALL. Sarah looked at Marvin’s car as it sped past, she thought her mother had been with him, but evidently she had been wrong, as she couldn’t see her in the car. At the reception Marvin nudged Dianne’s head off his lap, although he had come a minute ago, she had continued sucking until he was completely flaccid. A tiny dollop of cum trickled from the corner of her mouth. “See you inside.” Marvin said. He headed through the expensive hotel lobby to the largest function room. There he flipped his system on and began playing light dinner music as the guests began filing in. Out front the limos would wait until most of the guests were in before debarking the wedding party to be introduced. Sarah’s mother sat at the head table while her husband made the rounds. She was barely able to control the urges within her body. Safely under the tablecloth she slid her dress up her legs and stuck two fingers deep into her sloppy pussy. Spooning a gob of cum onto her fingertips she stuck the fingers in her mouth and sucked them clean. Then she masturbated through her pantyhose soaking the material more than it already was. She decided she should take the hose off, before the moisture made her itchy. Slipping off her heels she lifted her bum slightly in her chair and removed the hose pushing them all the way down and off her legs. As she leaned forward to do it her own musky odor mixed with Marvin’s cum drifted into her nose, it was intoxicating. The Wedding She left the hose in a pile on the floor and sauntered over to the DJ station. She could feel a slow trickle of moisture begin to run down her leg. It tickled her putting a shiver in her step. Marvin watched her approaching him and decided to have a little fun with the insatiable woman. Even though he had turned on the oversex drive. “Hey Dianne.” Marvin said as she sauntered up. “Hello Marvin.” Dianne said. “I hope you enjoyed the car ride.” “I did.” Marvin said. “Now though I’ve got work to do. I know you though, and I know that you’re gonna’ need more cock before the night is over.” Marvin said quietly to the middle-aged woman. “I am!” Dianne said nodding and smiling. “You’ll just have to take what you can get.” Marvin said. “Get out on that dance floor with every young buck you can and let em’ know what you want!” Marvin whispered. “I noticed you bending under the table, did you take off your hose?” Dianne nodded mesmerized. “That’s good, whenever you’re sitting down make sure you pull up your dress alright, let that pussy breath or it might burn up.” Marvin winked and leaned over his table to pat Dianne on the ass. “I will.” Dianne said and headed back to the head table. It was almost time to introduce the wedding party. Marvin dimmed the lights and the main doors were shut. Marvin could picture Sarah out in the hotel lobby, by now Heather would have bunched the dress up as high as it would go in the back, Sarah’s bare ass would definitely be visible for all to see. Starting with the ushers Marvin ran through the whole wedding party. When it came time to introduce Heather and James’ best friend Carl, Marvin brought the lights up just a pinch. Heather and Carl came out and through the doors he could see James and Sarah, there were a handful of people milling about behind Sarah in the lobby, obviously drinking in the view of her bare ass. “Now ladies and gentlemen, stay on your feet as I now present to you for the first time ever, Mr. And Mrs. James Prendergast!!!!” Marvin said suavely into the microphone. James and Sarah walked briskly out arm in arm waving happily to everyone. As Sarah passed the DJ station Marvin cut in on the microphone. “Sarah are you missing something from the church?” Sarah blushed wildly and spun shaking her bum slightly. James at a gentle inner nudging reached into his pocket and held the bikini panties up for everyone to see. “James, you better bring those up here for safe keeping.” Marvin said. James sauntered over and pressed the panties into Marvin’s outstretched hand. Marvin noted how damp they were smugly. Everyone clapped as Marvin started playing their wedding song and James and Sarah began dancing. A spotlight accentuated them, and Marvin made sure the person running it kept Sarah’s bare bottom clearly and well lit. Sarah had her head on her husband’s shoulder and could feel the light on her naked flesh. She was horny, and needed badly to be fucked. The song was almost over when Carl the best man asked to cut in. James stepped back and Carl began to dance with Sarah. “I don’t remember this being part of the rehearsal.” Sarah giggled. James’ best man was a college friend and he was very attractive. Sarah found herself fantasizing about fucking him right on the dance floor. ‘That’s not like me?!’ Sarah though to herself as James’ oldest friend swayed against her body. “Alright let’s eat!” Marvin announced as the song came to a close. “The bar is open for the next half hour and the tab is going to the bride’s father so be sure to thank him.” Marvin settled back and watched intently as Sarah sashayed over to the head table. Her sexy ass was immensely lovely. With each step Marvin was treated to a shadow barely appearing between her cheeks. By the end of the night there would be so much more to see. During dinner Sarah could feel the cloth seat against her toned buttocks. She would squirm reveling in the decadence of her own exposure. The clinking of glasses would signal a kiss and she would lean over and obligingly kiss James, but it was getting boring. Around the fourth time she stood and turned around presenting her bare ass to him, and was delightedly surprised when James bent over and pecked her cheek with a great big kiss. Everyone laughed and clapped. After dinner the best man gave his speech. Then it was time for the bouquet and then the garter. Sarah took her bouquet from the table and marched out to the middle of the room. Then she turned and left her back to the small crowd of women and everyone behind them. She could feel all the eyes on her ass. She didn’t want to throw the bouquet, she was enjoying the attention too much. ‘What’s come over me!?’ Sarah thought to herself. She could only think of the close people, people who had known her, her whole life staring at her. She could feel the moisture between her legs, she was practically gushing! She stepped out on one foot, drawing her legs apart and allowing her lips to gape open the tiniest bit between her legs. The air rushing in to tickle her felt cool and was a welcome relief. Bending slightly at the knee she bounced up and threw the bouquet backwards over her head. There was a commotion and rather than turn around Sarah twisted her upper body to see several young single women scramble for the expensive flowers. Behind the commotion was a wave of faces she knew, 128 in all, not counting wait staff and photographers, and the DJ. “Now ladies and gentleman the moment we’ve all surely been waiting for. It’s time for the garter.” Marvin announced as the single women traipsed back leaving Sarah in the center of the floor. James came out from the head table to approach his new bride. Sarah watched intently. She didn’t want to turn around. Then she saw Carl also approaching and wondered what was going on. Marvin had tweaked a message to the best man. “Sarah! Face the guests please.” Marvin said. Reluctantly Sarah turned to fully face everyone she knew. James knelt in front of Sarah then looked quizzically at Carl who stood behind Sarah. “You looked like you needed a hand.” Carl said loudly. Everyone laughed and clapped. James started to fish his hand under the front of Sarah’s gown, which was still only inches from the floor. “Hold on buddy, let me make that easier for you.” Carl added and James drew his hand back and waited. Carl reached a hand around either side of Sarah and began lifting the material up. Sarah began to blush, she couldn’t have asked for anything better! “On second thought.” Carl said loudly, then whispering in Sarah’s ear. “Has this thing got a zipper somewhere?” Marvin was feeding him dialogue. Sarah nodded. “Right in the middle of the back, it’s only a few inches long, then it slips off my shoulders.” Sarah said. Her breath was coming in rasps and she could barely talk. She felt Carl undo the tight roll that Heather the bridesmaid had tucked. The Carl’s hand fumbled across her bare back before fishing the pull-tab out of it’s hidden channel. A moment later Sarah could feel her dress slacken. Because it was mostly backless Sarah hadn’t worn a bra. With the zipper being pulled down Sarah’s breasts relaxed, the dress slid slightly forward showing perhaps an inch of cleavage. Sarah felt the tip of Carl’s finger settle in the crook of her bum, that was where the zipper ended. She took a deep breath and stuck her chest out hoping Carl would do what she though he would. Carl placed a hand on each of Sarah’s bare shoulders. Her skin was warm and sent tingles of electricity through her body. She shivered bringing goose bumps to her flesh and making her nipples contract. Then Carl pushed the straps off Sarah’s shoulders and began to slide the dress down. Sarah could feel the material sliding over the top of her breasts. It was dragging across her nipples and felt wonderful. In the back the top of her bum would be visible, but it had been all night. She could feel the dress catch on her nipples in the front, she looked down to see the dark pink tops of her areolas. An instant later the weight of the dress carried it off and it fell sharply. Both of Sarah’s breasts gleamed in the soft spotlight. She stood with her arms out by her sides proudly jutting her chest forward. At her waist the dress was a little snug and Carl put a hand on either side of Sarah’s round shapely hips. He began pushing the dress firmly down. Sarah looked down, her navel was in view and inch by inch more of her toned tanned pelvis followed. Then the first wispy strands of her soft brown pubic hair poked out over the top of the slowly descending dress. Sarah thrust her hips in and out, slightly humping the air. Carl continued in a steady manner and the dress passed the wide part of her hips, although neatly trimmed and only an inch or so wide, her pubic hair was thick and luxurious. It came into view and then the dress fell pooling around Sarah’s ankles. Sarah felt gloriously naked in front of all her friends and family. “There you go James.” Carl said. Sarah stepped forward, out of her dress. All she wore were pale white thigh highs, and a single white and blue garter. As James slid the garter down Sarah ran a hand down her belly and stopped at the top of her pussy. She pressed into the crease making her clitoris cry out for more attention. As James stood with the garter in hand Sarah moaned. She turned towards the best man as James held the garter high over his head. Marvin was snickering to himself as Sarah sank to her knees, her ass pointing obscenely out at the wedding guests. A second later the garter was in the air and Carl’s cock was being pulled violently from his tuxedo pants by Sarah’s trembling hands. Sarah wrapped her lips around Carl’s now rapidly hardening member. There was a squabble over the garter and James finally noticed Sarah who was hungrily sucking on the best man’s dick. “Sarah…..!” James gasped momentarily breaking Marvin’s control. Marvin quickly re-grabbed him and the groom walked somberly to the head table and sat down to watch as his bride greedily licked and slobbered all over the best man. A moment later James was pulling on his own erection. He let out a surprised moan when Dianne, Sarah’s mom pushed his hand away and began licking him. James eyes were glued to Sarah he could see her crumpled up dress lying on the floor, and her mouth wrapped tightly over the best man. Carl began to cum and Sarah grabbed his ass and swallowed for all she was worth. When Carl was done Sarah scooted forward onto her dress and turned to face the wedding guests. Sitting on the floor she spread her legs as wide as she could and pointed to the pimply-faced teen that had caught the garter. He looked at her quizzically and she pointed at her glistening pussy, which in the position she was in gaped noticeably. “Fuck me now!” Sarah said. The teen ambled forward tripping over his own feet, the edge of the dance floor, and finally landing on his knees in front of the bawdily displayed bride. Sarah reached forward and pulled him onto her, she unbuckled and pushed his pants and boxers down. The boy’s cock was already dribbling precome as Sarah guided it into her pussy. The boy could feel the intense heat and incredible wetness radiating from between Sarah’s legs. He had barely begun to move much less thrust when his body exploded. He closed one eye and his legs twitched as he had the strongest orgasm of his life while losing his virginity to his older brother’s new wife. Sarah felt the boy tense up and begin to come inside of her. She needed more and pushed the boy off of her, his cock still spurting and gobs of cum splashing across her pelvis. She dragged several fingers over and through her now cum smeared pussy. “More.” Sarah barked. Ahead of her the edge of the dance floor was still crowded with all the single guys for the bouquet. She could see them looking at her lustily. Slowly they began to come closer to her. Her legs trembled with anticipation and she spread them further apart hoping for them to fall upon her naked body. Behind her, James watched his bride take on his little brother, as Dianne, his new mother hiked up her dress and swung a leg over his lap. James was swarmed with awe as his cock sank deeply and effortlessly into Dianne’s hot steamy pussy. She leaned back against the head table allowing him to look down at her slightly sweat matted bush as she began to rotate her hips. For an instant James looked past his mother in law, where his new bride was sprawled spread eagle on her wedding gown, begging for sex. “Alright!” The DJ crooned. “How about that garter!” Marvin wasn’t done with Sarah just yet, he wanted to draw this out for a while. “Who caught it?” “I did.” James’ brother said, he had just buttoned his pants and his tuxedo shirt was haphazardly un-tucked, his cumber bun was around his chest. “Now who caught the Bouquet?” Marvin asked. “I did.” A short busty blond answered. She was one of Sarah’s college friends. Sarah was still sitting on the floor tracing lines of cum across her belly. The attention had shifted to her friend Denise and James’ brother John. Sarah’s pussy felt empty and hot she stuck two fingers inside herself and humped against them fiercely. “Alright Denise.” Marvin said. Denise was wearing slacks. Marvin had made sure she caught the bouquet for just that reason. “John here has to put that garter right around your thigh, so I think you might need to slip off those pants.” Marvin said. Denise nodded and quickly unbuttoned the straight-legged black pants. She slipped off her shoes and curled her toes. Then she un-tucked her blouse and slid the pants off. Beneath them she was wearing a tiny blue thong. It was evident from the wisps of hair sticking out of the thong that Denise wasn’t a natural blonde. She suddenly wished she had trimmed, but wasn’t dating anyone and hadn’t felt like it. She released her blouse and it dropped down covering her panties and crotch. Denise was barely five feet tall and everything was long on her. Marvin wanted to see more, he knew the short girl had to be at least a D-cup probably much larger. “Denise?” Marvin said already prompting her to answer correctly. “Is your blouse going to be in the way hanging down like that?” “Yeah.” Denise answered. “I had better take it off.” John’s young eyes bugged out of his head as he looked from his new sister to the short blonde with the huge boobs. Denise unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her bra was sheer and her big round nipples showed clearly through it. Her breasts were huge. “Alright John slip that garter around Denise’s leg. We got the way all cleared for you.” Marvin said. John who barely realized he still had the garter in his hand stepped forward and knelt in front of Denise. She lifter her left foot and John began to slide the garter up over her calf. She had firm muscular legs as John’s fingers passed Denise’s knee he looked up at her and his eyes couldn’t help but drift from her breasts to her crotch. For a moment he paused wondering how high to go. “All the way John!!” Marvin laughed and all the other wedding guests snickered. John looked from Denise’s knee to her crotch, her panties were small and tight and hugged her thick hairy pussy lips John could make out the crease in the middle. He continued to drag the garter up Denise’s thigh, her legs were thicker than Sarah’s and it began getting snug. John endeavored and the elastic garter stretched. Finally it reached the point where one side of it hit Denise’s crotch. The back of John’s hand made contact with it and John could feel the moisture there he jumped when he hit it. “Did it bite you?” Marvin asked. “No it was wet.” John said embarrassed at having been called out. Everyone laughed and John barely understood why, above him Denise’s face turned bright red. John’s other fingers were still stuck in the garter. “Denise!” Marvin joked drawing roars of laughter from the guests. “You don’t want to catch a chill you’d better get out of those WET clothes.” Marvin accentuated wet heavily and the laughter was renewed. Denise’s belly was churning she was so embarrassed. She just stood, Marvin was trying not to force her mentally, but realized he might. “Take em’ off, take em’ off!” The wedding guests began chanting. John pulled his hand out of the garter and just knelt looking up at Denise. Finally almost in tears Denise slipped her thumbs into her panties and pushed them down slowly. “WOW!” Marvin announced. “That is quite a bush!” Everyone laughed. Denise lowered her head as the panties fell to the floor. “Alright the garter is in place it’s time to cut the cake.” Marvin announced. “Oh my and the groom isn’t quite ready.” All the guests looked over at James who had picked Dianne up and laid her down on the head table where he was fucking her furiously. Finally James grunted and buried himself in his mother pumping his first load of wedding day sperm into her. Sweat ran from his brow as he pulled his cock out, a long strand of cum still clinging to it. Sarah pulled herself to her feet and stumbled over to the cake cart as James put his dick back in his pants and came around the head table. “These two can make the first cut, but we better let someone with clean hands serve it!” Marvin said, now owning the microphone and the floor. The cake cutting song began playing as James and Sarah fed each other. Sarah’s naked body glistened with sweat and a sheen of cum on her belly. A dribble ran down her jaw and neck from the blowjob she had given Carl. Pieces of cake fell from her mouth landing on her breasts. After James had fed Sarah Carl snuck up and grabbed a handful of cake, he then pressed the whole handful firmly between Sarah’s legs, smearing it from her ass crack all the way to her navel. “Nice goin’ Carl!” Marvin exclaimed. “You trying to save yourself a piece for later?” More laughter as Carl bowed and snuck away. “Well James I think that’d be your piece.” Marvin said. “Sarah stick your hips out so James can eat it.” James’ stomach lurched as he sank to his knees, he had a mental image of his little brother fucking Sarah, but seemed as though he couldn’t help himself as he licked a big glob of white cake and frosting off of Sarah’s cum smeared pelvis. Sarah pushed James’ face lower and he licked a big chunk out of the folds of her pussy. Then Sarah turned and bent over right in James’ face. Her cheeks parted and the frosting and crumbs smeared across her asshole separated. James stuck his tongue out right onto Sarah’s puckered butt hole. “Hey are you looking for chocolate cake?” Marvin asked laughing. James hastily ran his tongue from Sarah’s ass down into her pussy and hastily licked all the big chunks of cake off of her. When he stood back u p Sarah was smiling happily. “Alright the dance floor and bar are now open!” Marvin proclaimed. A song started playing and Marvin beckoned Denise over to him. Meanwhile two of James’ cousins and one of his uncles swarmed around Sarah propositioning her to dance. Sarah was led by the fingertips out onto the dance floor by James’ uncle. He soon had two of his thick fingers embedded deeply into her sopping yearning pussy. James watched his spent cock dribbling slowly into his boxers. Dianne had pulled her dress off and was throwing herself at a young South American waiter. “I’m sorry about embarrassing you back there.” Marvin said to Denise as she stood shivering in front of the DJ station. “Turn around for a minute.” Denise turned and Marvin unclasped her bra freeing her heavy breasts, the bra fluttered uselessly down her arms to the parquet dance floor. Denise turned back to Marvin who reached out and pinched one of her nipples turning it and pulling firmly on it. Denise moaned. She was now completely naked. “I want to fuck you.” Marvin said. The Wedding Denise came around the back of the DJ station and Marvin directed her to bend over a large crate of compact discs. He looked down at the pie shaped wedge of thick black hair from the middle her pink swollen lips were glistening. Marvin pulled his cock out of his pants and guided it into her. As he began to fuck her the song ended and he flipped the switch starting the other CD. He barely broke rhythm as he cued another song to start. A slow sensual song was playing and Marvin thrust into Denise in long slow deep strokes, gyrating his hips to rub against all the walls of Denise’s tight pussy. Meanwhile on the dance floor James’ Uncle had dispatched with formalities and pushed Sarah against the nearest table where he was fucking her. Behind him a line was forming. Marvin continued to fuck Denise until he came erupting and filling her with cum. As he continued to play music he directed the bedlam around him. Sarah was being fucked one by one by the male guests. Initially it was only James’ family in line, but as the depravity increased some of Sarah’s second cousins and extended family began to slip in line. Denise held her hand firmly over her pussy holding the cum in until she reached the table Sarah lay on, without a thought Denise climbed on and straddled Sarah’s prettily make-upped face. Cum began dribbling out of Denise’s pussy and Sarah lapped at it hungrily. Meanwhile guest after guest fucked and came inside Sarah’s newly wed pussy. James finally began to recover and regain his erection and found himself lusting after Heather the maid of honor. Soon he was fucking her on the floor behind the head table. The orgy was in full swing. After about a dozen guests Sarah’s pussy was too sloppy and one of the guys suggested they fuck her asshole. “Please do!” Sarah begged from between Denise’s legs. Her legs were swung high exposing her still slightly frosting smeared asshole, thick gobs of cum had run out of her pussy and were pooling between her butt cheeks. The man in the front of the line began pushing his cock into Sarah’s ass, she moaned appreciating the full feeling. Meanwhile Denise climbed off freeing Sarah mouth for blowjobs. Denise now naked felt oddly without a task she wandered over to Marvin who was concentrating hard on something. In fact Marvin had so much going on that it was hard to maintain control. Marvin suggested that after the next guy came in Sarah that Denise go over and ‘clean her up a bit’. Denise shrugged and a few minutes later had her face buried to the cheeks in Sarah’s gaping pussy, cum was running down her chin and puddling in her cleavage. As Denise ate Sarah out the next guy in line got down on the floor and Entered Denise from behind, soon both women were being fucked or fed cock and the orgy continued. Three hours later Marvin exhausted began to relinquish control little by little. People returned to their senses although the level of sexuality they had gone through left those senses forever tainted. Sarah tried to stand, she had passed out at one point. Her pelvic region was numb and a sore pang spread through her belly sending her to her knees, she landed on Denise who was spread eagle on the floor. Cum dribbled out of both women’s pussy and asshole, it was also covering their faces and chests like a thick tacky glaze. Sarah crawled over to her wedding dress passing several of the men who had fucked her where they sat bottomless lazily sipping a beer or mixed drink. She used her dress to wipe at her sore pussy. A few feet away her mother was on all fours being fucked by the Sarah’s limo driver. “Mom.” Sarah tried to say, but it came out as a gurgled croak. Sarah’s mom never broke rhythm. Naked except for the thigh highs, which were bunched at her ankles, Sarah staggered around to find her new husband. She found him behind the head table passed out. Heather was beside him they were both naked and there were two empty champagne bottles on the floor. Sarah using the head table to steady her weak legs surveyed the scene of her wedding reception. The DJ was packing up his gear. Denise her good friend from school was lying on the dance floor with her legs open, a visible puddle of cum between her thighs, and easily as much running down her large shapely breasts and across her stomach, she was still out cold. Various men and women staggered around in differing stages of undress. The bartender was jerking off over Denise’s exposed body drinking from a full bottle of whisky. Sarah could hazily remember what she had done. Despite having wiped it, more cum had leaked out of her pussy and anus from her standing and was running in rivulets down her thighs occasionally dripping to the carpet. Sarah used the walls to guide her and with no modesty and barely any strength made her way to the front desk where she asked for her room key. The hotel staff knew of the orgy going on and hastily complied sending a bagger up with her to ensure her safety. Sarah still had her wadded up wedding dress under her arm when she started the shower and crawled under the hot water. Meanwhile the bagger watched as the leggy blonde climbed into the water, it was evident that she was well fucked. He pulled out his cock and drew back the curtain. “What?” Sarah croaked. “Just a blowjob.” The bagger said. He was in his mid-twenties, his cock was thick and veiny. Sarah sank to her knees under the water and wrapped her tired mouth around the organ. She barely had the energy to suck, but managed to get the man off. “Lock the door.” Sarah said as the man zipped up and left. “I will.” The bagger answered. After cleaning herself as best she could Sarah crawled into the large Bridal suite bed and was soon fast asleep. When she woke up the sun was streaming into the room through the completely open drapes. Sarah lay naked on top of the covers. James was asleep on the floor wearing only boxers. Neither spoke and went hollowly about getting ready and cleaned up. Sarah still felt soiled and as she showered parts of her body were so sore she could barely touch them. Her pussy was raw and red, and her lips were stretched obscenely hanging down from between her legs. That night they were on a plane to Bermuda. By the time the plane landed they both desperately wanted to talk to each other. “Should we eat?” James finally asked. Sarah nodded. “I love you.” Sarah said while they ate. “I love you too.” James said matter-of-factly. Gradually they softened, by the end of the two-week honeymoon they were talking like old friends, although there had been no sex for the entire honeymoon. On the plane ride back Sarah wore a light sundress she had bought on the island. James found himself staring at her shapely and now tanned legs. He loved her, and much like her had no idea what had happened during their wedding. He found himself wanting her. Sarah wore the sundress hoping James would be aroused and want to have sex with her again. She wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t his whole family had fucked her, but she loved him and wanted him badly. She had masturbated several times after he had slept during the trip, it seemed that as the soreness wore off her libido kicked into high gear. She was going to be uncontrollable soon, the hazy memories of her wedding day had become staple fantasies for her masturbation. When they got home she could take it no longer and tore the sundress off begging James to fuck her, and fuck her he did. In the weeks following the honeymoon James and Sarah had sex no less than twice a day. Photos and videos had begun to filter in from the wedding, most with a letter of apology and many with the negatives included. Although a lot of family would hide copies in closets and underwear drawers of the nastiest wedding ever. Holidays became awkward, but traditions lived on. Nine months after the wedding Sarah gave birth, she and James had remained sexually active until the night before the birth. James was listed as the father although no one really believed it. As their daughter grew James and Sarah’s life slowly returned to normal, although neither could do it in front of the other they would both steal peeks at the photos from the wedding and they both had their favorites. Although Sarah remained loyal to James and James to her, Sarah tended to wear revealing clothing to all family functions and no one seemed to mind. The wedding had forever changed everyone. Dianne Sarah’s mom remained married to her husband, but cuckolded him badly. She slept with as many as three different men a week, often fucking them in front of her husband who was too old to perform the way the younger men did. Heather the Maid of Honor joined a convent and took a vow of chastity, she had only had sex with three men that night including the groom, but it had been too much for her. Denise married Marvin. She grew to like the humiliation life with him provided. He would often fuck women in front of her and she truly enjoyed eating them out afterwards. Very rarely Marvin would allow her to fuck other men, and she had come to enjoy this as well. Denise fell out of friendship with Sarah, something about Marvin made Sarah and James uneasy. Denise didn’t mind. It was awkward being around her anyway. James and Sarah only had the one little girl, born of the orgy on their wedding day. The girl was healthy and smart, around her twelfth birthday she began acting strangely and by her fifteenth she seemed to get everything she wanted. Sarah and James thought nothing of it, after all she had been conceived under highly unusual circumstances. THE END The Wedding Louise had long legs and long, shiny blonde hair. To be honest, when I first met her in the office I didn't much like the look of her. "Not bad, but too tall," I thought. "Not my kind of girl." Not that she wasn't pretty, you understand, but she was two years older and two inches taller than me. Girls get away with being short, guys, well, who likes their guys to be tucked under their chin? Anyway, like I said to begin with, I ruled her out and maybe that's why we became friends. We'd go for lunch, picking up sandwiches together, laughing at our lack of inventiveness (mine was ham and cheese, for Louise, chicken salad), and sometimes extending the walk to delay going back to the office. She'd tell me about her boss and how she felt she wasn't being taken seriously (at twenty-six, she was still one of the youngest of the middle-management) and I'd moan about how my career didn't seem to be going anywhere (now, of course, I realise that that's not so unusual). We'd sympathise with each other, then head back to the office and wade through another afternoon of drudgery. We didn't socialise away from work, though we often talked about her boyfriend (serious) and my flings (much less so). Louise and her boyfriend, Kevin, had been dating for about a year. He seemed like a reasonable guy, had his faults, just like anyone I guess. He was quite traditional – he didn't like her working late, but worked weekends – and seemed a bit selfish but I guess that I only ever heard one side of the story. It can't have been that bad because when he proposed (cack-handed, and over smoochy) she said yes. To my surprise, I was invited to the reception. I went with my then girlfriend, who I'd only known for about a week. She was young but unfortunately unimpressionable. My attempts to corrupt her having met with little success, I was starting to get bored, so my eyes were roving. I guess my girlfriend felt the same, anyhow within half an hour we had 'lost' each other. The reception was held in a local hotel which had been converted from an old manor house, which meant lots of medium sized rooms rather than one large hall. Kevin's family had money and they both had good jobs, so they had booked the entire hotel. I guess that might be why I was invited. The party itself was a pretty dull affair. Too many old women and far too many guys. I ended up wandering from room to room, drink in hand. In one room I found Louise, still dressed in her white dress, dancing with a girlfriend. I leaned against the wall and watched her tall, thin body moving to the Latin American beat and suddenly felt faint. I couldn't look away from Louise, her long hair floating in front of her face as she twisted and swayed in time to the music. What was it that drew me to her now? The music? The sway of her hips? Or that white dress, forbidden and out of reach? Whatever it was, as she giggled and downed a shot of tequila, I wanted her. I watched as she danced some more and followed as she and her friend headed out of the French windows, avoiding the crowd and heading to the bar in the next room. Once there, they both downed another shot of tequila and I saw Kevin leaning against the bar, definitely the worse for wear. Louise bent down and kissed him; deep, long, sickening. He hardly responded. She pulled back, giggling with her friend. Her friend tapped her on the arm and indicated the dance floor, but Louise shook her head. Pulling at her dress she pulled a face and said something, but I couldn't hear what it was. She pointed to Kevin and whispered something in her friend's ear. They both giggled and then Louise turned and wobbled off, her friend heading back to the dance-floor. I followed Louise slowly out of the room and up the stairs. I couldn't think straight, but wanted to hold her, smell her hair, feel the softness of her bosom and the firmness of her thighs. I felt drugged and woozy headed, my thoughts were as meandering as she was walking – both Louise and I coming back eventually to the same track. I saw her turn into a room and decided to talk to her. This was my chance to get her on her own, talk to her, convince her... of I don't know what. I pushed the door open and stopped dead in my tracks. In front of me I saw Louise, her dress up over her head as she lay on the large double bed wriggling. It would have been comic if I hadn't suddenly got a hard on more painful than I ever remembered. She had evidently tried to take her dress off without first undoing the zip at the back and had got stuck. The door clicked behind me and she paused. "Kevin?" she asked. "Kevin? Can you help me out of this dress?" I was on autopilot; I walked over to her and stretched out my hand. I think I meant to unzip her dress, but what I ended up doing was fondling her perfect, round arse. "Mmm... that's nice. I thought you weren't interested." Louise moaned and in my dazed state I thought it truly was me she was talking to. I ran both hands over her arse and round up her front to her breasts. Through the fabric of her white dress they were both soft and firm. I could feel her nipples harden and she moaned again. My crotch was pressed against her arse and she ground back into my erection, causing me to gasp. Louise paused. "You're not Kevin." She mumbled, but I was too consumed with lust to listen. My hands rubbed her breasts and I bent down and nuzzled the base of her neck through the thick fabric. "You're not Kevin." Louise repeated but as she did so, her hips ground back against me. I slid down her back, passing down over the folded back material to kiss the white skin of her back. Louise shivered and rolled then suddenly rolled over onto her back, banging my nose. "Mmm..." she breathed as I kissed her stomach and my hands fed up under her dress. I felt the base of her breast but the tightness of the material meant that I couldn't reach any further. Gently stroking the smooth skin at the base of her breast, I continued kissing her stomach before moving gently down past her navel to the top pf the sheer, rose-petal pink silk panties. Louise slowly, almost languidly, opened her legs and I continued down the outside of her leg, along her thighs, to the blue garter. I peeled down her white stockings and kissed her toes before starting up again, this time on the inside of her leg. As I reached the inside of her thighs, the musky smell of her sex almost caused me to reel backwards. Instead I ran my fingers up her hips, under the elastic waist and peeled down the thin silk. Louise lifted her hips and pulled her legs together to let me remove her panties. Once I had them off, she immediately spread her legs open again, showing me the thin blonde hair around the bright pink slit which glistened with wetness. This time, instead of teasing I dived straight to the heart, causing her to give a little gasp. "Oh-uh..." She moaned again and as I slowly licked in circles around her clit, I felt her shiver. I gave a couple of long, slow licks up her pussy lips and then sucked gently on her clit, causing her to arch her back upwards. By now I was rubbing myself gently from outside my jeans and as I used one hand to spread Louise and continue the slow, rhythmic sucking and licking, I unbuckled my belt and pushed my jeans down, freeing my erection. Returning my hand to Louise's pussy I licked my finger and slowly slid it into her, glancing up to her wedding-dress veiled face. Her chest was rising and falling quickly and I could hear her ragged breathing. I continued frigging her, first slowing the pace slightly and then quickly, sharply giving a couple of thrusts. I slid up her body until I was lying on top of her, my stomach against hers, my thighs resting against the inside of her legs. My hands reached up to the dress and started to pull it down, but Louise's hands quickly found mine and pulled the hem back up. "No, Kevin," she said forcefully and then, "just fuck me." Not one to need a second invitation, I took my hard penis and positioned it against Louise's hot, wet pussy. Slowly I pushed inside and she pushed back against me and we moaned together. The heat was unbearable and all my world was suddenly concentrated on one, small, simple motion. And then I was in and her legs came up and wrapped around my back as I pulled back a little and pushed further in. Again I pulled back; her nails pushed my shirt up and scraped down my back as I pushed back in Increasing my speed I pulled back and pushed in, deeper, and then harder, and deeper and faster and all the world was just me, my cock, Louise and her cunt. And it was hot, and I pushed and she bucked back and grunted and I moaned. "Faster." She panted and I pushed, shallow strokes now, gripping her shoulders tightly. She shivered again, and mewled, and I could feel deep inside her torso a shuddering start. I continued pushing, now slowing down so I could get deeper, thrusting inside her until each stroke put all my cock inside her pussy and then when I was deep inside her she cried out a strange, wild "Yes!" and convulsed as she came around my throbbing cock. And the thought that I'd made my colleague, my beautiful, sexy, wonderful Louise, come made me spill over the edge, shooting hot sperm deep inside her. We lay there, breath short and bodies sweaty, joined together whilst I softened inside her. After what seemed like an eternity she pushed me away and I got up, pulling up my jeans from around my ankles. "Thanks Kevin." Louise said, her voice distant but stressing her husband's name. "I'll see you downstairs." I was being dismissed. As far as Louise was concerned, she'd just made love to her new husband, I would have nothing but the memory of her tall thin body, lying on the crumpled bed-sheets with her wedding dress around her head. Turning I walked quietly out of the room. I stood like a fool for too long outside Louise's door until I heard her shower start. Then I turned and walked back downstairs. My girlfriend was nowhere to be seen so I left. I'm not sure if I ever saw her again. When Louise came back from her honeymoon, she handed her notice in. Kevin, she said, wanted her to take a job with shorter hours, maybe one which would give them time to bring up a family. It was probably for the best, I was getting distracted at work, sitting opposite her in her (perfectly respectable) skirts and blouses. Still, though, so many years later, my favourite role play with my wife is when she puts on her wedding dress. But I've never told her exactly who I am thinking of when we play those games. The Wedding I stand at the alter, naked, save for a tiny black brief that barely holds me in. A few men and women sit in attendance in various states of undress. The preacher, a tall, hard muscled black man wears the black collar with the white tab, and a black tube sock stretched tightly over his long dangling cock. We chat, the mood quiet but jocular, as I tried to suppress my nervousness. I fidget a couple of times, occasionally glancing at the soaring pillars holding up the church ceiling far above my head, decorated with lush mosaics of saints, men and women frolicking naked in Eden. My attention is wrest away when the music starts. The organ player, a young woman who has more enthusiasm than talent begins to play, and I turn to look the procession. First comes my soon to be daughter, Sarah, dressed only in a pink skimpy, lacy v-string, the crotch panel already dark. Her light pink heels clicking on marble as she glides down the aisle like a stripper, her long hair swishing behind her in a long ponytail, her taut swimmer's body waggling seductively, and a come fuck me look on her face. She throws scented rose petals on the ground as she walks, almost daring someone, something to fuck her. My cock grows a little, and my daughter smiles naughtily, eyes slitted, and as she passes and walks to the brides side, I can almost imagine she's throwing an extra waggle in for me. The next is my Sam, my best man and the best woman arm in arm, escorting each other down the isle. The best man looks slightly dazed, but the best woman smiles sweetly, her heels clicking, her pink v-string soaked and her thighs wet, as little white drops of semen glisten from between her large breasts. They separate, and I throw a questioning look at my best man. He smiles wanly and whispers, "I couldn't help it. Amy's insatiable." I glance over to the bride's side, and watch as my daughter puts a hand under each breast, leans forward, and slowly licks and sucks the semen off, until they glisten, then raises a little to kiss Amy on the lips. Sarah glances over and winks and me. I pull my gaze off to the next pair. Jamie looks smug, and his beer can sized cock is still hard in his briefs with a large, darker wet spot at the head. Suzan looked a little distracted and when she made the turn she whispered something to Amy, who glanced at us with a smile, before whispering quietly to Sarah. Brenda spread her legs a little and I could see little white drops of semen running down the inside of her thigh "She was great, you could hardly tell she was a mother of three." Jamie gloated in my ear as Sarah crouched down and began licking, her perfectly manicured nails wrapping around Brenda's thighs to steady both of them. The music changed, to the march, and I turned to see my wife for the first time in three months. She takes after her mother, who walked solemnly behind her hand in hand with my mother. Short, heavy breasted, long black hair cascading over her shoulder in dark silky waves, a beautiful olive complexion, vibrant jade eyes locked onto me, her dark maroon lips smiled coquettishly at me as she slowly made her way to the alter, six inch high white stiletto heels clicked on the marble, as white thigh-high pantyhose shot with twisted skeins of white lacy vines and flowers ran up her long legs, to a thong that was all lace, hinting at the treasures within, and her heavy breasts cupped delicately in a white lacy half cup, silk gloves that ran high on her arms, and a small veil perched on top of her head. Her arms were shackled behind her, pushing her breasts out even more. Close family trailed behind her, finally taking their seats when she stood at my side. "Happy to see me?" my bride said, glancing down at my painfully hard and throbbing erection. "Not as happy as Bill is," I whispered, nodding at the preacher, whose cock had inflated to immense proportions hanging heavily from his muscular thighs. My bride smiled and bit her lower lip, eyes flicking from cock to cock, her eyes silently begging. "Later." I said sternly. "Yesss," she sighed, relaxing. "Can anyone vouch for her virginity?" "I can," my mother said standing up. "She was with me for the past three months, I kept this horny cunt restrained in a chastity belt, and I checked for her hymen often. She still has it. I have handcuffed her; in case the disobedient whore tries to sink her fingers into her wet slit and finger fuck herself without my son's slut-tamer in her pussy to knock her up." Chuckles ran around the room as I saw cocks harden a little bit more. My bride looked proud, preening a little. "Can anyone vouch for his virginity?" "I can," my bride's mother said, standing up. "He was with me for the past three months, and I made sure his naughty cock was restrained in a chastity belt, and I teased him with my body so he would have a nice thick load for my cum-hungry whore of a daughter's cunt, so the slut knows who owns her, and so the stupid cunt can get knocked up by her husband quickly." I blushed as the women smiled approvingly at me. "Mother of the bride, could you describe the woman you are giving away?" "I am giving away a disobedient whore. When she was young she would watch her father and I fuck from the hallway, fingering her needy cunt, sucking the juice form her fingers. When he was done, she would sneak into my room and suck the cum out of my pussy or ass, or lick it off my skin like a good cum slut. "I would find her later in my bed, when I came home, on her belly, with one of my vibrators stuck deep in her cunt held in my used panties my husband used as a cumrag that morning, a ball gag in her mouth, and her hands handcuffed behind her, moaning as she frantically humped the bed her parents fuck in. "I knew then my darling little angel was nothing more than a cheap fuckslut, and needed to be taught how to serve her future master properly. My husband and I, and our friends spent years training her, sometimes sending her to school after a weekend of training splattered with cum, reeking of sex, unwashed since Friday morning, her hair matted, her clothing sticking to the freshest cum loads still dappling her skin. "She was made official cunt of the sports team, and would service them whenever they wanted. She often would come home, her thighs wet, with her asshole and cunt dripping cum, and a face streaked with missed shots. In short, she is the best my husband and I can give to any man or woman." "As mother of the groom, could you describe the man you are giving away?" "He was always a kind man, and after my husband died, I calmed my need with random men sawing in and out of my always hungry pussy, until I discovered my son and daughter having sex on my bed. I watched in surprise as he fucked her, Ashley was screaming and clawing the bed sheets, as my son possessed her, fucking her into the sheets like he was trying to breed her. I found myself with my hand in my panties, leaning against the doorframe, ramming two fingers into my very wet pussy in time to his thrusts. "It was a revelation. In a few weeks, my son cornered me in the shower, and fucked me like I wanted to be fucked. No flowers, or candy. No poetry or song. No, I needed to be dominated, and soon my daughter and I were nothing more than his cunt slaves, sleeping in the same bed, and sharing the same passion and he owned us both. I would often imagine how my son would take me when I was alone, at work, dressed in a silly business suit, filing papers when all I could think of was myself roughly bent over a desk, skirt bunched around my hips as he pounded into me. "The man I give is both dominating and kind, and I'm sorry to see him go." "Very good. Is this union acceptable between you two?" Jade eyes met chocolate eyes, staring deeply into each other for a long moment. A hand reached up and brushed a stray strand of hair away before their lips met slowly, kissing tenderly. When they pulled away, they both were smiling foolishly as they both said, a little breathlessly, "Yes, it is acceptable." "Will the groom and the bride please face each other? Good. Then please forswear your names upon your honor." I looked deep into the eyes of my beloved, and my anxiety evaporated. I heard myself, distantly, repeating the vows I had so torturously memorized in the weeks before as I fell head first into her eyes again. "I, your master, take you, my slave, to be my wife. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life." Then she said, "I, your slave, take you, my master, to be my husband. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life." She sighed and smiled brilliantly at me. "You may kiss the bride." I leaned forward, my hands reaching for her. A hand tangled up in the cool silkiness of her hair as the other grabbed a cheek possessively and pressed her against me, my hard-on trapped between us as her arms tightened possessively on me mashing ourselves together, a small whimper escaped her lips as we tried to become one person. Our kiss broke, and as she nibbled on my neck I moaned into her ear, "I've waited so long for you. I own your pussy now, and I have to fuck you. Your cockteasing mother tried to get me to fuck her, crawled across my bedroom like a good little slut and begged for my cock, but I only handcuffed her to her bed and punished her with her largest dildo. My cock is for no one, but you. Is your pussy wet, my slut?" "Yes master, my pussy is so very wet. Your cunthungry mother and you cunthungry stripper sister-whore begged to suck my pussy, to pray at the chapel that you would soon only violate." She moaned into my ear, "Fuck me. Take me now, on the alter, in front of everyone. Let them all know what a slut-breeding stud you are. Please, master. Take my dirty cunt. Soothe my itchy pussy with your fuckstick. Use me, master." "Gods, I am going to fuck you to death, slave." "Please, please master. Fuck me. I've been a bad girl. Punish my pussy. Please..." she whimpered into my ear. I grabbed her by the ass and hefted her up. "THIS SLUT WANTS ME TO MAKE SURE EVERYONE KNOWS THIS MARRIAGE WAS CONSUMMATED!" I bellowed as I carried her to the alter, and put her down. "Good," my mother called, "Then there can be no denying who owns that cunt." I pushed her back roughly as I fumbled for my briefs, my slave flopped back on her back and spread her legs wantonly. Her panties were soaked, and her thighs glistened, as she silently begged me with her eyes to fuck her now. With a grunt, I ripped my briefs off, and reached for her panties. Impatiently, I ripped them savagely from her body, the expensive lace shredding in a second as I pulled her to the edge and fought to sink in slowly. "No master! Not gentle! Take me! Fuck your slut! Own me! OWN MY PUSSY!" She finished with a shout as I pulled all the way out and savagely slammed in, shredding her hymen with one stroke. Her screams echoed off the walls as I began sawing in and out of her as hard and as violently as possible. No longer concerned with her needs anymore, I focused on the need in my groin, to release the pressure--to masturbate myself with her cunt wrapped around my cock. I lost track of everything except my cock. I was only my cock, I was only the muscles necessary to fuck with my cock, I was only the body needed to carry my cock around, I was only a shell for my cock. After a small eternity, and yet all too soon, I threw my head back, and thrust in one last time, sealing ourselves together, and roared my ownership like an animal as my body convulsed to each pulse of my cock. I heard a buzzing noise, my vision tunneled smaller and smaller, and then I saw only darkness. I awoke, lying on my slave on the alter, our bodies cooling, still joined at the hip. Her jade green eyes looked into my brown ones lovingly, and I fell in love with her again. "I love you Kiva." I said, kissing the sweat from her body. "I love you too, Alan, for all the days of my life." The Wedding Acknowledgements: My very grateful thanks to AngelLove for agreeing to edit this story, for her very timely work, and her valuable suggestions and corrections. Copyright 2006 by Zeta. All rights reserved. Max emerged from the shower like Aphrodite from the Paphos, refreshed and renewed, but most importantly a virgin. In the next room, Max's older sister, Miranda, said, "Are you done yet?" Max wrapped a towel around his waist and walking into the adjacent bedroom said, "Yes, I'm done." Miranda looked at him, hands on hips, shaking her head and said, "You didn't dry your hair. Go back and dry it, and hurry! We're going to be late!" As Max returned to the bathroom, Miranda let out an exasperated sigh. "I can't wait till he's married and someone else's responsibility," she thought. Miranda had raised Max since he was a small child. Their parents had died in an automobile accident leaving them orphans. Miranda had only been eighteen at the time and Max just three years old. Despite the challenges she had managed to bring up Max as well as put herself through college while working full time. The effort of raising her baby brother had taken its toll, and Miranda was more pleased than she let on, that Max would be married today (and therefore no longer her responsibility). Not that raising her bother had not been interesting. Max was definitely interesting, if not down right unique. From the very beginning, Miranda had noticed that her brother was not like other boys. Even though she was little more than a child herself at the time, it had been apparent that Max had a very strong need for female involvement in his life. At the time, Miranda had noticed how the young boy always seemed to need her, and to cling to her every word and direction. It was flattering, but as she grew older, she realized that Max was one of those males that needed a strong female in his life. So strong was this need that it bordered (or more than bordered) on domination. It was only later in college, in a psychology class, that Miranda found out that there was a name for Max's predisposition: female domination. Her little bother needed to be controlled and dominated by a woman. Unfortunately for Miranda, by this time, Max was a pre- teen and she was the de-facto dominant person in his life. Miranda had found all this fascinating, especially as Max entered puberty. As he became sexually mature, she noted his attraction for feminine clothing and his easy sexual arousal when she scolded or disciplined him. Miranda had indulged herself, adopting a stern demeanor with her younger brother and reinforcing his natural tendencies. She had also made sure he remained ignorant of the details of human sexuality and restricted his privacy so that he could not masturbate. Even now, a slight smile appeared on Miranda's face when she thought nostalgically of the first time Max had come to her after a wet dream. The young teen boy's face had displayed a mixture of fear and surprise at the sticky substance that filled his pajama pants and the tingling sensation in his penis. Adopting her usual stern manner, Miranda had told her bewildered brother that what had happened was normal but (as she had cautioned him before), he should not encourage these arousals, as he needed to save himself for marriage (at least if he wanted a decent woman). As Max emerged from his teens into young adulthood, Miranda realized that her brother's sexuality was becoming a problem. He needed what she, as a sister could not give, and only a wife could. To this end, Miranda began The Search. This had not proved easy, for her younger brother not only needed a wife, but a woman that would dominate him. Miranda had searched everywhere, even joining local BDSM groups, but to no avail. Most of the women were either married, attached, or just plain too sophisticated to be a good match for her little brother. After a few years, Miranda was beginning to grow desperate. The Search was consuming all her spare time and yielding no results. Worse yet, she was running out of both avenues and ideas. It was then that she found Rose and the answer to her prayers. The two women had met by chance, in of all places, the local courthouse where they had been summoned for jury duty. While waiting in the jury room, Miranda had been sitting quietly reading in the corner by herself. Rose had approached her saying, "You look as bored as I feel." Miranda looked up and smiled saying, "Does it show that much?" Rose smiled back and said, 'I'm afraid it does. But don't worry, it's only the one's who are not bored, that shouldn't be here." Miranda chuckled and replied, "You've got that right! God I can't believe what a waste of time this is." Rose readily agreed and the two women began to talk. In fact, as it turned out, they talked for two solid days, neither being summoned to actually serve on a jury (or even questioned to be on one, for that matter). At the end of their servitude, Miranda had learned a lot about Rose. As it turned out, Rose was just two years younger than she, and had recently broken up with a long time boyfriend. The reason for the breakup had secretly delighted Miranda who had become almost visibly excited. "So you mean to say, that you left because he couldn't take you being the dominant personality in the relationship?" "Yes," Rose replied sheepishly. "And dominant is the right choice of words too. I wanted to dominate him in every way, especially in the bedroom." At this point Miranda had become exited. "You must meet by younger brother. He would be perfect for you." "Really?" "Yes." Miranda had gone on to tell Rose about her brother, his childhood and The Search. When she finished Rose said, "This sound too good to be true. I can't believe it. I've been looking for a man like this my entire life." "I assure you it's not. And I've been looking for a woman like you for what seems like forever!" The two women laughed and Rose said, "All right then, when can I meet your brother?" "How about this Saturday?" "Sounds great." Miranda had been nervous at their first meeting. Returning home, she told Max she found someone very special that she wanted him to meet. Max as usual was agreeable, but Miranda knew he would agree to anything she suggested. This did not mean, that he would hit it off with Rose however. Max was basically shy, especially at first meetings, which did little to endear him to most women. Miranda therefore fretted all week and up to the moment the door bell rang. "Come in, and welcome," she said nervously greeting Rose when she opened the door. "Thanks," replied Rose. "Nice place!' she added looking around. "Thanks," said Miranda. Motioning to her brother, she added, "This is my bother, Max." Miranda thought at that moment the evening would be a disaster. She could have not been more wrong. Max stood dumbstruck at the sight of Rose, as if he had turned to stone. Miranda had groaned inwardly, her heart sinking fast, and nudged her brother, who partially coming to life had stammered a terse, "Hi." Seeing or perhaps sensing Miranda's anxiety, Rose stepped forward, grabbed Max lightly by the shoulder, and bending forward, kissed his cheek. "So glad to meet you, at last!" she said. As if he were sleeping beauty, Max woke from his stupor and smiled saying, "The pleasure is all mine, Miss Rose." It was at this moment that events turned the corner for Miranda (as well as Max). What she had interpreted in her brother as social backwardness was actually love at first sight. And the feeling, it turned out was mutual. By the time Rose left that evening, it was clear that Max was in love. In fact, as Miranda's anxiety turned to elation, she was the one left dumbstruck. The next day, she called Rose and said, "I am not sure what happened, but Max really, really likes you. I'm worried, for if you don't feel the same, he is going to be very hurt. I've never seen him take to anyone like he did to you." Rose chuckled and replied, "You worry too much, Miranda. God! You act like a mother sending her little boy off to his first day of school." "It was that obvious?" "Yes," laughed Rose, "it was." Both women laughed, but for Miranda it was a laugh more of relief than of humor. Events progressed rapidly, and within two months, Miranda found herself arranging The Wedding. The day after the announcement, Rose surprised Miranda by calling and inviting her over to her place. Miranda, as usual was slightly apprehensive, and rushed over to see Rose. When she opened the door, Rose glanced at Miranda smiling and said, "Come in, and for god's sake relax. I think you are going to like this." Miranda, smiled sheepishly. Walking to the sofa and sitting down she said, "Ok, what's up?" "I was thinking," began Rose, "I want to do this wedding right. Your brother is a special person and as you know I'm crazy about him." "I know," agreed Miranda. "Well," continued Rose, "I think he should be center of attention on the special day." "Yes...," began Miranda, then looking Rose in the eyes, realization broke on her face. "Yes! Perfect! I know exactly what you mean. What a wonderful idea! God, you are going to make Max a wonderful partner." "Husband," said Rose, smiling. Miranda smiled back and the two women chuckled. "Max is going to love being married to you! You are truly special Rose!" "I have my moments!" With that, the two women began planning The Wedding. Miranda found that Rose had some very interesting plans and some very specific instructions regarding her brother. As the days passed and the big day approached, Miranda became consumed with arranging The Wedding, until finally the day arrived. "Hurry up Max," she shouted. "We are running out of time!" Max came out of the bathroom, his hair finally dried and combed. "At last!" exclaimed Miranda. "Now listen up, we really need to get going and we can't afford to waste time. As I've explained to you, Rose has given special instructions as to your attire. I've already explained most of it, but there are a few special details I've thought best to leave to now." "OK," said Max a little shyly. "I know that I need to make her happy as you said. I want to make her happy." "Yes, I know," said Miranda, softening slightly. Max was still woefully ignorant of what was to happen that night. By design, Miranda had kept him innocent and Rose had enthusiastically conspired to carry this to an extreme. She wanted Max completely and totally innocent on his wedding night. A virgin, blushing bride, as she put it. Miranda had agreed, perhaps a little too quickly, to her future sister's designs. The problem was that Max was a little too innocent. He needed to be prepared somewhat to carry out Rose's wishes. As such, Miranda needed to explain or rather hint at, what was to come, in order to comply with Rose's desires. She began by asking Max how he felt about Rose. "I love her." he instantly responded to her question. "Yes, that's the way it should be. However, do you remember what you told me after you had been kissing?" Max had blushed at her question, his eyes suddenly downcast. "Yes," he whispered. Miranda left the couple alone one night after dinner to run some errands. That night after Rose left Max came to her, embarrassed. Sensing his feelings, she softened her tone and asked, "What's wrong darling?" "Well . . . I had . . . it was like that time when I work up with the sticky . . . " "It's all right Max, no need to be embarrassed, you can tell me," said Miranda, trying to encourage him. She had already sensed what had happened. "Were you and Rose kissing while I was gone?" "Yes," said Max turning red. Guessing what happened, Miranda said, "And your penis got hard again." "Yes," said Max turning deep red. "That's perfectly normal," replied Miranda. "If fact, if it hadn't, that would have been abnormal." Max looked up surprised. "Really?" "Yes, really." "But it got so hard," said Max. "And it was tingling and throbbing so much. It's never been like that before." "I know. But you have never been with a woman kissing her either. Rose is a very beautiful woman, I might add, like the flower that is her namesake. She is very voluptuous, especially with those large double-D breasts. She almost gets me excited. What you experienced is very natural and part of normal married life." Max seemed relieved by the explanation, but as usual Miranda worried. However, the incident was to prove useful in helping to prepare Max for his wedding night. When the time came, Miranda recalled the incident to Max and then added, "The way you felt after kissing Rose, was also the way she felt." Max had been surprised at this revelation. "Now remember how we discussed about saving yourself for marriage?" Max nodded, "Yes. And I have been a good boy." "Yes you have," agreed Miranda. "Now you will be rewarded for being good. Rose is a good and decent woman, and will make you a wonderful husband. However, your duty as her wife is to please her, in every way." "I will," agreed Max. "I know you will," said Miranda. "However, you will also need to give yourself to her totally. That includes physically, not just doing routine things she asks you." Miranda could see that Max was perplexed by her words, but he nodded his head, acknowledging compliance more than understanding. "I know you don't fully understand me now, but you will shortly. On your wedding night Rose will ask you to do things you might find strange and unusual. I want to tell you now that this is part of normal married life, and that you should not hesitate to do what she asks." "What kind of things?" Max inquired. Miranda, suppressed a smile and said, "That depends on Rose. But married people do special things in private and this is perfectly normal. I just want you to remember this and not worry about it now or when it happens. Also you need to do what she asks. This is very important. It is your duty to make her happy." "Yes," said Max, still confused, but clearly willing to do whatever would make Rose happy. Thinking for a moment, he asked, "Will these things involve kissing?" "Yes, and more," said Miranda. "And what if my penis gets hard?" asked Max, embarrassed. "That's perfectly normal. Don't worry if it happens. You will find that something wonderful will come of it." Max seemed to accept the explanation, and Miranda breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the groundwork was laid. Now it was time, to see if this would pay off. Looking at Max, Miranda said, "Rose gave me some special things for you to wear, for tonight." Max blushed and Miranda rapidly continued, pressed for time. Holding out an ordinary brown bag, she produced a jar of petroleum jelly, some string, and a small round hard rubber ball. "You will need to put these on." Max looked at her confused. "On . . .?" "Yes," said Miranda. "I don't understand, How can I wear those?" Miranda almost blushed at this point, but it was more a flush than blush. "They go in your ass," she stated mater of factly. "What . . .?" said Max, clearly not believing he had heard correctly. "You heard what I said," replied Miranda in her sternest voice. Seeing his hesitation, she added, "You want to please Rose, right?" "Yes . . . " "OK then, just do as I say then. We really do need to get going." "OK," said Max, more confused than ever. "If it will please Rose." "Believe me, it will. Now take the towel off, turn around and bend over and grab your angles." Max hesitated again. Although he had been naked in front of his sister on numerous occasions, it always embarrassed him to be completely naked in front of her. "Come, on! We need to get going," repeated Miranda sternly. Reluctantly, Max dropped the towel, blushing slightly, and turned around and bent over. Miranda pulled the lid off the jelly, and using her finger to scoop a large dollop of the greasy cream, she proceed to place it between the cheeks of Max's ass saying, "This may be a little cold.." Miranda made sure to place a large amount of the jelly over Max's virgin rosebud. Then taking two more large dollops of the jelly she filled his crack. When she was satisfied she slapped his ass lightly and said, "OK, straighten up and turn around." Flushed from having the blood rushing to his head and being embarrassed, Max stood up and faced his sister. Miranda took one of the strings from the bag, and tied it around Max's waist. She then took the ball, which had a hole drilled completely though its center. A long string had been passed though the hole, and knots tied on either side of the ball, so that the ball was secured in the center of the string. On one side a second string was tied where the knot secured the ball to the first string. "Turn around," commanded Miranda. Max turned so his back was to his sister. Miranda tied the ball to the string around Max's waist using the side with the single string. When she was done, the ball hung down over the crack of Max's ass with two strings dangling to the floor. "Turn around," Miranda again commanded. Max turned, facing his sister again. Miranda reached between Max's legs and grabbed the two strings and pulled then through and up toward Max's waist. As she did so, the hard rubber ball slid into Max's ass, right over his anus. Miranda put one string on each side of Max's genitals and secured them both to the string around his waist. When she was done the ball was securely in place over Max's anus. Max looked down perplexed and wiggled and squeezed his ass cheeks, trying to make himself comfortable with the foreign intruder over his anus. Miranda noted his discomfort and smiled to herself. If he was uncomfortable with this, just wait till later tonight when he would have to deal with what Rose had planned for him. But Miranda had no time to dwell on this now, for they were behind schedule. In little under half an hour they needed to be ready, and there was still a lot to do. Reaching into the bag again, Miranda pulled out a thick heavy pad, the kind used for women with an incontinent bladder. It was much thicker and heavier than a normal menstrual pad, and very bulky. Max was still fidgeting, so Miranda using a stern voice said, "Grab the tip of your penis and pull it up." Max stopped fidgeting and looked at her uncomprehendingly. Making her voice harsher, Miranda repeated herself, "Grab the tip of your penis and pull it up, now! We don't have all day!" Max looked down dumbly at his flaccid member, but complied totally not understanding what or why this was happening. When he had pulled his penis up, Miranda placed the pad over it and his balls and wrapped the wings around the strings securing the ball in his ass, effectively fastening the pad in place. When Miranda had heard about this part of Rose's preparations she had stared admiringly at her future sister. Rose's device was both simple in its design and cunning in its application. By attaching the pad to the strings, the pad would move slightly when pulled by the motion of the ball in Max's ass whenever he took a step. The net effect would be to lightly stroke his penis, stimulating it. Unfortunately for Max, with his penis pointed straight up, an erection would be uncomfortable, at best. Worse, if he sat down the hard ball would press into his ass, making sitting equally uncomfortable. Max would now have to face the dilemma all day, until Rose relived him that evening. But that was not all. Miranda had made sure Max had not urinated all morning. And she was about to pass on a piece of miss information that would significantly worsen his situation. As if on cue, Max said, "The pad . . . my penis . . . the ball . . . it's getting hard and it hurts." The Wedding "You can help yourself to stay soft by drinking lots of water," replied Miranda, handing Max a large glass. Max took the glass and eagerly drank it seeking relief. Because he was standing still, the stimulation to his penis subsided and he felt himself go soft, relieved that Mirada knew what to do to help him. Before he could move again, Miranda handed Max a pair of while satin women's panties and said, "OK, put these on now." The panties were very frilly with lots of lace. They were also g-string panties. Rose had wanted to make sure 'nothing came loose.' With the panties on, Miranda proceeded to place a white padded bra on her brother. Max had never worn a bra, but he obviously knew what it was for, seeing his sister in her underwear numerous times around the house. "Does Rose want me to wear a bra too?" asked Max. "Yes," replied Miranda tersely. She then handed Max a pair of while panty hose and instructed him to put them on. Max had not worn panty hose either and it took him several minutes of struggling to pull them on. When he had them on, Miranda placed a white garter trimmed in pink lace around his left thigh. With the undergarments in place, Miranda asked Max to lift his arms over his head. Taking the satin bridal gown (pure white, of course) she placed it over his head, bringing it down around his body. After Max put his arms through the sleeves, Miranda fastened the dress in the back. Tem minutes, Miranda noted looking at the clock: almost there. All that remained were the satin slippers and the veil, and of course a little lipstick. "Hold still," commanded Miranda as she applied the lip rouge, "or it will smear." Grabbing the veil, she placed in on the bride's head, covering head and face. Slipping his feet into the slippers, Max felt Miranda guide him to the full length mirror. Sanding in front of the mirror brother and sister looked at the bride. Miranda was impressed, Max looked great, even better than she could have imagined. Max seemed impressed too. He looked at his sister and asked, "Do I look ok? Will Rose be happy?" "Yes" replied his sister, "Rose will be very happy. You are a beautiful bride." With that she turned and hugged her bother, suddenly realizing that tonight she would be alone; her brother would belong to another woman and would live with her. "Come," she said glancing at the clock, "its time." The Wedding was in the garden at Rose's place. In fact, the bedroom and bathroom where Miranda had dressed Max was Rose's guestroom. As Max moved toward the door he stopped feeling his member start to stiffen under the combined stimulation of the ball and soft silky pad. With both the panties and pantyhose applying additional pressure, the pad snugly pressed his stiffening penis uncomfortably against his tummy. Max's excitement over his impending marriage was interrupted by the simultaneous and conflicting sensations of both pleasure and pain in his panties. Like most virgin brides, Max was both excited and apprehensive about his wedding day and what would follow. He was deeply in love with Rose and so wanted to make her happy and to please her. Yet he was worried. He knew from his conversions with his sister that something unusual would be demanded of him by Rose that evening. He was not sure what was expected of him, and this made him anxious. He knew that whatever would happen was very important to Rose and that if he failed to make her happy he would be in trouble. The problem was he had no idea of what exactly was expected of him (even though in the back of his mind he felt that he should know). Max had tried to ask Miranda for more details, but his natural reticence made such a conversion awkward. Worse, Miranda had not been her usual intuitively helpful self. She always answered his awkward attempts for more information with either generalities or a 'don't worry, you will find out soon enough'. All this went through Max's mind again, but in the end he simply said, "I think I need another glass of water." "Sure honey," said his sister handing him another large glass. After finishing the water, the siblings walked out onto the patio which was adjacent to the garden. A small crowd of about ten women, all close friends of Miranda and Rose, awaited them. As soon as Max walked onto the patio, everyone looked toward him and Miranda, and a hush fell over the small crowd. Miranda heard one woman say, "He's lovely. Rose finally is getting what she has wanted for so long. I am so happy for her." Rose stood under a small arched lattice of white wood covered with white flowers. She was dressed in a black tuxedo and Miranda noticed a good size bulge in the crotch of her pants. Max was in for a 'good time' tonight she noted to herself. The justice of the peace was also a woman and she stood next to Rose along with another friend of Rose's, the best 'man'. The justice of the peace nodded, and on cue, two of the guests started playing the music that would accompany the bride to the Altar. Miranda, of course would give the bride away, and the pair started slowly toward the Altar. Max was exited, but as he walked toward the Altar, his concentration was broken by the ball in his ass and the gentle stroking of his penis by the soft bulky pad. Worse yet, his bladder was beginning to feel full, further adding to his discomfort. It seemed to take forever to reach the Altar and Max was painfully erect by that time. "I should have drank more water," he thought, knowing he was going to be very uncomfortable during the ceremony. The panties and panty hose pushed his penis securely and painfully against his lower tummy and Max had to concentrate not to stumble. Despite his problems, brother and sister reached the Altar without incident and Max breathed a sigh of relief. The ceremony went without a hitch and before Max realized it, Rose was lifting his veil and kissing him. As she pressed her luscious body against his, Max gushed with emotion and his penis went rock hard. His only consolation was his desire to please his new husband, and Max fought to ignore his discomfort. However, he was to get no relief. As soon as the justice of the peace made the announcement that they were now man and wife, Rose took him by the arm and led him down the isle toward the patio where the reception was to be held. As the guests cheered and threw rice at the newly wedded couple, Max's penis was again assaulted by the stimulation of the silky pad. Relief came when they finally stopped to stand and greet the guests. At least Max could stand still for awhile. When they were done, and Max could catch Miranda he whispered, "Please I think I need more water . . . and I need to pee." Miranda smiled and said, "Sure honey, here," handing him yet another large glass of water. But before Max could move away and toward a bathroom, Rose grabbed him and said, "We need to serve our guests." Max whispered, "I need to use the bathroom. Please give me a minute." Rose smiled, knowing exactly what was happening, but said, "That will have to wait, our guests are waiting." With that she escorted her bride to the table. Sitting at the table was agony. The hard ball pressed uncomfortably against Max's ass and no matter how he moved, he could not get comfortable. Worse, his full bladder forced him to squeeze his legs and ass, further increasing his discomfort. The reception seemed to go on forever. One event after another: garter toss, flower toss, cake cutting, and dancing. Miranda followed her sister's wishes and kept plying Max with water whenever she could or he complained. Of course, there was always an excuse why he could not use the bathroom. Finally about midnight the last guest left and Miranda kissed her bother good bye. With tears in her eyes she reminded him, "Remember I love you, but Rose loves you in a very special way. You need to please her now. Your time has come." With that she patted his cheek lightly and left, leaving the happy couple alone at last. Seeing his opportunity, Max headed toward the bathroom, barely able to walk, his bladder and on verge of exploding. Rose grabbed his arm and kissing him longingly on the mouth said, "Not that way silly, this way," as she motioned him toward the bedroom. Max blushed, but said, "Please I need to use the bathroom desperately." Rose smiled, but pulled him toward the bedroom saying, "It is the privilege of the groom to undress his bride." Max was too weak to resist Rose's tug; it was all he could do to maintain control over his bladder. Once they were in the bedroom, Rose removed Max's veil and pressed her body against his, kissing him sensuously on the mouth and feeling his body with her hands. Max kissed Rose longingly and melted at her touch. God, he loved her! How he longed to be close to her and please her. Rose ran her hands down his back and to his ass, which she stroked though the gown. Max's penis was instantly hard and throbbed painfully as it was pressed by the oppressive pad. And his bursting bladder made matters all the worse. When they parted, Rose said, "You are beautiful! But God, I am so thirsty after all that talking and my mouth is dry." Walking to the dresser, Rose reached for the same pitcher of water Max had used that morning when dressing. Taking a glass, she slowly and noisily poured herself a glass of water. The sound of the water pouring into the glass was too much for Max. Suddenly and without warning, Max felt his penis go limp and losing control he started to urinate uncontrollably. Mortified he gasped and the warm wetness spread over his tummy and into his panties and dress. The pad absorbed most of the pee, but a large yellow stain appeared on the front of Max's dress. Rose was delighted, but she suppressed her pleasure. Max stood dumfounded not knowing what to say or do. He had wet himself on his wedding night in front of his husband. Seeing his anxiety, Rose said, "Don't worry about it, young brides often wet themselves. I know you are anxious about tonight. All innocent brides are. But you will soon see that I have total control over you and I can bring you great pleasure as well as pain." "This is a lesson I wanted you to learn from day one of our marriage. I control every aspect of your life from this point forward. I am your Mistress and you will always address me as such. You must do whatever I ask, without question or hesitation. If you fail to obey, you will be punished. If you please me, I will give you pleasure as it suits me. Now remove that wet dress. You are to keep it as a reminder of my authority and power." "Yes," said Max. "Yes what?" "Yes, Mistress," Max responded. "That's better, now get that dress off." Max blushed, sensing the mysterious moment to please Rose had come. Embarrassed he proceeded to remove the gown slowly. When Max had removed the dress Rose said, "Now undress me." With hands shaking Max moved to his Mistress and began slowly taking her clothes off. When he pulled her pants down, he was startled to find Rose was not wearing any underwear and that a large strap-on was fastened over her pussy. Of course, Miranda had never allowed Max to see her naked and for that matter, any women naked. He had not even seen pictures of naked women. Max had not really known what to expect, but for sure the large artificial penis was beyond anything that would have occurred to him. "Now the shirt," said Rose. The shirt was the only thing that stood between Rose and her being completely naked (the strap- on withstanding, of course). As Max unbuttoned the shirt he was again surprised to find that Rose was not wearing a bra and even more surprised when he saw her double-D breasts. Max, of course, knew from just looking that women's chests were different than his own, but Miranda had small breasts and Max had assumed a girl's chest was not all that different than his own. Looking at Rose, his eye's widened and he stood starting. "They are beautiful," Rose remarked with justifiable pride. "You are very lucky since it usually will give me pleasure to let you touch and suckle them as well as be touched by them." Rose pulled the shirt off and stood naked before her bride, the strap-on sticking out in front of her. Max eyed his Mistress and could not help becoming painfully erect in his wet panties. Rose was beautiful. She was voluptuous with large breasts, a round sensuous belly, sexy legs and a beautiful large ass. Reaching out she stroked Max's wet panties, indirectly caressing his stiff penis. "My, my, what's going on here! Take those stockings and panties off so I can see," commanded his beautiful Mistress. Max hesitated, blushing a deep red. It was now becoming clear. Whatever he needed to do to please Rose clearly involved being naked. This both excited and embarrassed Max who had not ever been naked in front of a woman before (except his sister, but that didn't count). Hands shaking Max proceeded to comply with his Mistress's orders. Pulling his wet panties and pantyhose down, he blushed as his erection literally popped the pad off, exposing him to the full scrutiny of his Mistress's critical eyes. Although Rose was not displeased by what she saw, she wanted to impress upon Max the inferiority of his position. Glancing at his erect member she remarked sarcastically, "My, my, aren't we excited. What a slut you are too. You're also a little small but it will do." Max's blush deepened at her remarks, but it make him strangely even more excited and his penis began to throb. "Remove the ball and string also, slut. It's in my way." Max was not sure exactly why the apparatus of his torment was 'in the way,' but he was glad to rid himself of the ball, and pushed the whole thing down like a pair of panties and stepped out of it. For the first time since that morning he felt free and unencumbered. However the jelly in his ass remained and when he moved he felt loose and this made him feel sluty. Of course this further increased his excitement. Sitting down on a chair, Rose grabbed and pulled her now naked slave by the wrist, sending him off balance into her lap, face down with his ass in the air. "In accordance with tradition I am going to give you a bare handed spanking as a prelude to you losing your virginity and innocence. Let it be a reminder that you should always remain innocent for your Mistress's pleasure and use." With that Rose began to spank his ass, slowly turning it a bright pink. Much to her surprise she could feel his erection against her outer thigh. Although Max cried out during the spanking, he was clearly aroused by it as evidenced by his un-slacking excitement. Rose's hands were delightfully chubby and perfect for spanking. Their solid heft quickly left Max's ass a bright warm pink. When she was satisfied, Rose said, "Now get up and get on your hands and knees in the center of the bed, with your ass in the air. I am going to take you up the ass." Max gushed with excitement at his Mistress's statement. God! To be taken up the ass by a woman. This was the ultimate humiliation for any man, and the thought of it drove Max wild with excitement. Knees shaking he went to the bed and getting on it, assumed the position his Mistress had instructed, his ass quivering in anticipation of what was to come. But Rose was not quite ready. Getting on the bed and kneeling behind him, she gently rubbed his pink ass and cooed, "I can see you are a total slut. I knew it when I first laid eyes on you. I want you to beg for it." This was over the top for Max. He was not only going to be used in the most humiliating way by his Mistress, but he must increase his embarrassment and shame by begging to be used in this most shameful of ways. Max's head throbbed as well as his penis. His excitement had grown to fever pitch. He moaned, "Oh yes! Mistress, please take me up the ass. Use me. I am your woman. I am frantic for you to take me up the ass. Please take me now. I beg you to use me. Use me, humiliate me, shame me! I need you inside me, so bad. Please!" Rose smiled and cooed, "You ARE a slut!" Taking the dildo in her hand she teased Max by rubbing the tip in the crack of his well lubricated ass. Knowing he was a virgin, she wanted not only to tease him but make sure the dildo was well lubricated for his tight virgin hole. Max moaned at the touch of the dildo in his crack and his begging intensified, "Oh please Mistress! Please! I need you! Take me please!" "My you are such a slut! Begging to be taken up your male cunt like a whore. And so wanton and shameless about it too!" Positioning the dildo over his anus, Rose pushed her hips forward in one strong smooth motion and entered his ass. Max gasped in surprise at the sensation of his ass suddenly being filled. However, it only increased his excitement, if that was possible. Rose started thrusting and Max found himself moving his hips in sync to more deeply take his Mistress's thrusts. The room was soon filled with the moans and cries of pleasure from the newlyweds. Max was not the only one excited. Rose was intensely turned on by her innocent virgin slave. Her pussy was wet and creamy and she would feel her juices flowing onto the strap-on. Max was absolutely incredible! She had never been so turned on in her life. Here she was in complete control with her slave begging her to use him. It did not take long before Rose cried out as she climaxed with an intense orgasm. Max was startled by her cry, at first thinking something was wrong. But he quickly realized from the shuddering of his Mistress's body that it was not pain but pleasure that had prompted her outburst. Max himself was starting to feel intense waves of pleasure sweep though his ass and into his rock hard penis. His organ was throbbing with pleasure and though he did not quite know why or what was happening to him, Max sensed a rising pleasure in his stiff organ that was quickly reaching an intensity that could not be sustained. "Mistress," he cried out, " my penis . . . it's . . . oh god . . . it feels so good . . . please!" Sensing what was happening, Rose knew she would need to act fast, before her salve lost control. After all, Max was a virgin and she knew from Miranda that since he was not allowed to masturbate, he had no idea that an organism was imminent. Pulling out of Max's ass, she unfastened the strap-on and threw it on the floor. Grabbing Max by the shoulder, she rolled him over on his back and straddled him from above. Looking down the length of his body, Max for the first time in his life saw a woman's pussy. If Rose had not reached back and squeezed his balls he would have probably spontaneously ejaculated. With her other hand, Rose ran her fingers through her pubic hair, stroking her pussy and exposing it to Max's full view. "Look at it well my slut," she said. "This is what the superior sex looks like sissy boy. It is your job to keep it well satisfied." With that, Rose positioned her creamy pussy over Max's mouth and said, "Kiss it. Worship the center of your universe slut. Lick me and satisfy me, now!" Max's head began to spin and despite his aching balls his penis began to throb again. The smell of his Mistress' pussy was heady and Max kissed her hairy lips and clitoris tenderly. Then, as if he were kissing her mouth, Max thrust his tongue between her wonderful lips and into his Mistress's vagina. Rose moaned with pleasure and cried, "Oh yes! That's it slut, deeper! Pleasure your Mistress with your tongue." It did not take long before Rose had climaxed again crying out, "Oh yes! Yes! God, Yes!" Rose's cries of pleasure and her total femaleness coving his face, once again brought Max's excitement to fever pitch. His penis swelled, throbbing with excitement and his hips gyrated wildly reaching into the air above him for something, anything, the slightest bit of physical stimulation, but to no avail. Rose feeling his movements knew he was again close to an uncontrollable release. Not wanting to lose her final pleasure, she moved herself down his body, brushing over his penis so that she now straddled his legs. Reaching forward she took his throbbing penis in her hands and squeezed it. Max moaned in pleasure and cried out, "Mistress . . . please . . . my penis . . . I . . . " The Wedding "You still don't quite understand do you, my innocent virgin slut?" said Rose. Laughing she raised her hips and plunged herself onto his penis, stroking her clitoris and pumping her hips. Max felt his hard shaft enter her wet wonderfulness and it was more than he could bear. Losing control, his back arched and he could feel his penis erupt inside his Mistress's vagina. Feeling him ejaculate, Rose climaxed again and both cried out in mutual pleasure. "Yes! Yes!" gasped Rose. While Max moaned ,"Oh god! It feels so good! Oh god!" When they were finished, Rose fell onto her back, next to Max on the bed. "You did well slut," she said. But there is one last lesson you need to learn tonight." Max lay panting on the bed next to her, his head still spinning from the intense pleasure. So this was what Miranda had been hinting at all along. He had never experienced such pleasure or even dreamed it was possible. His sister had been right. It was wonderful. He was also pleased to hear that his Mistress was happy with him; that he had been able to please her as Miranda had told him he must. Not wanting to ruin anything he replied, "Yes Mistress, how can I please you?" "Get the strap-on and give it to me." Max got up off the bed and retrieved the strap-on from the floor where Rose tossed it earlier. Handing it to her he said, "Here it is Mistress." Rose fastened the phallus on again and said, "Get back in bed. Lay on your side facing away from me." Max rushed to comply with his Mistress's orders, eager that she remain pleased with him. Positioning herself on her side behind him, Rose took the dildo and entered his ass again and began thrusting. The strap-on was designed so that her thrusting motions stimulated her clitoris brining her pleasure and soon Rose was starting to close in on another orgasm. Reaching around Max, she grabbed his penis and could feel that it had stiffened again. As she continued thrusting she stroked Max's organ and said, "Does that feel good slut?" "Yes Mistress," moaned Max, "it feels so good!" "Yes, I bet it does" she commented slyly. "You like to be touched like this, don't you, whore?" "Yes," whispered Max embarrassed by her comments. "And I am sure you want to cum again, too?" she asked. "Oh yes," moaned Max beginning to feel waves of pleasure in his penis. "Well we don't always get what we want," replied his Mistress sternly. "You must learn that your Mistress's pleasure always comes first. That you must subordinate your desires, needs, and wants to my whims and pleasure. I am in control always and I decide whether or not you get to cum as it suits me." "Yes Mistress," replied Max slightly confused. Rose continued thrusting as she spoke, her orgasm starting to build. She continued, still stroking his penis, "You are never to touch yourself without my express permission, even when using the toilet. And of course you may not cum until I have given you permission, no mater how you feel. Do you understand?" "Yes Mistress," answered Max, becoming intensely excited by both his Mistress's words and physical administrations. "Good," said Rose continuing her thrusting into Max's ass and the stroking of his penis. "Now if you want to cum, beg for it slut." Max was really excited by this time and he knew that his Mistress's attentions to his ass and especially his penis would soon bring him to climax. He also knew that if he did not obtain her permission before then, he would be in trouble, big trouble. "Please Mistress, please let me cum again, please!" he begged. Rose loved to hear him beg for it excited her so. As he continued his pleading she intensified her thrusting into his ass and soon she climaxed, the orgasm sweeping though her body. "Oh yes! God! Yes!" she cried out as the pleasure racked her body. Max was also close to climax himself and he was buoyed by his Mistress's orgasm. "Please Mistress, let me cum! Did I please you Mistress? Please! I need to cum so bad, please!" Rose could feel his organ swelling in her hand and she knew he was close to coming. He would lose control if she continued, but she now wanted him to fully understand her power and control. Without warning she suddenly stopped her masturbation of him and withdrew the dildo from his ass. Turning onto her back she began to un-strap the dildo and said, "No'. Max could not believe his ears. His penis was throbbing and he could feel pre-cum dripping from the tip. "Mistress, please! Please!" he pleaded. "No," repeated Rose tossing the strap-on on the floor again. "I'm tired now and I want to sleep." This was too much for Max and he began to cry, tears welling up in this eyes. "Mistress did I displease you?" "No, quite to the contrary, you pleased me very, very much." "But why then?"asked Max sobbing. "I told you. I am tired now and I wish to sleep. Remember I told you that you need to learn this lesson. I am in control. My wants and needs come first and I am satisfied for now; it does not suit me to let you cum now. You will have to wait till it pleases me. But don't worry my pet, our honeymoon starts tomorrow and I am sure you will get to cum again soon." Max was crestfallen at his Mistress's words and he threw himself on the bed and sobbed into his pillow, wetting it with his tears. Rose turned and taking his head in her hands she pushed his face into her soft full breasts, stroking is hair and taking her final pleasure of the evening, as his warm tears washed against her soft skin. "Hush, hush, my pet," she soothed. "We shall see what tomorrow brings." With that, she stoked him, until he cried himself to sleep on her breasts. Rose was well pleased. Max was utterly delightful! She would never be able to thank Miranda enough. Her baby brother was going to bring her much pleasure in the days and years to come. Just before she drifted into a relaxed sleep she reached down and was pleased to find that Max's penis was still stiff. Yes, she thought just before losing consciousness with a smile on her face, tomorrow their honeymoon would begin and Max still has so much to learn! The Wedding It was the early summer following the fall and winter. Danny and Janice Maxwell had not "experimented" since the prior October when they met up with a man at a Halloween party. What originally had been a fantasy of Danny to watch Janice suck off a guy had progressed from that to watching her get impaled on a guy's cock at a Halloween party. I had serious doubts about continuing to live out my fantasies with Janice. My fears were about what could be the potential devastation to our marriage. Yet there was a component of danger mixed with such intense excitement that would cause me to hyperventilate on occasion. I jerked off often reliving what had occurred. My fantasy went back to Vermont. In that recollection I had more control at least in my mind. I was excited and terrified when Janice let herself go with such abandon at the Halloween party. Janice had similar fears as she was coming to grips with her unbridled passion that exhibited itself with a total stranger at the Halloween party. She was convinced that she and Danny could go back to "normal." However on occasion she would have a flashback about that night. She could still feel the huge cock of "John" seemingly flooding her pussy with his come. She hated when this flashback would occur and tried to think about something else. She wanted the best of both worlds but did not want to end her marriage by obsessing about someone else. She did not want "John" but loved the experience of having someone else inside of her while Danny watched. She did not like that she was reluctant to tell Danny about her recollections. She was fearful that he would think that she wanted a repeat performance. She had some regrets at crossing the line from fantasy to reality. Yet she would fantasize about the experiences and how she believed had turned on both she and Danny had become. It was on a Sunday. Janice was still asleep when I got up. I went out to the supermarket and bought some fresh fruit for breakfast and the newspapers and brought them home. Janice was in the kitchen when I arrived home making coffee. We exchanged our morning hugs and kisses. We had our breakfast and then basically hung out. Janice cleaned out her closets and I was on the computer. During the early afternoon we ended up in bed to take a nap. After our nap I sat up in bed. I blurted out to her that I was still affected by what we had done in Vermont and at the Halloween party and that more than often those thoughts would come into play both on a negative side and sometimes on a positive side. Janice basically said the same thing. She said she sometimes thought about "John's cock" and would always feel guilty about it. When she said that my stomach jumped and I became both scared and aroused. Janice immediately noticed that I was hard. She put her mouth around the head of my cock and looked up at me while she sucked. I came in her mouth and she smiled as she swallowed. We both agreed that we would never want to live without each other and we ended up spending the afternoon sucking and fucking each other. We left the conversation about our "fantasies" on a shelf with the possibility of someday perhaps revisiting them. I felt relieved that I was candid with her. I could not speak for her but I slept like a baby that night. Janice thought to her self after the conversation with Danny that maybe "someday" they could find another guy to play with. She thought about "John" and gave herself chills. She wondered to herself what it would have been like to have been fucked by Jeff in Vermont. As Danny slipped into a contented sleep she rubbed her pussy as she fantasized. She fantasized about Danny and John taking turns with her and just filling her pussy with come. She decided at that time that she would make an appointment to see her gynecologist and check to see if she was a candidate for birth control pills. My boss Spencer Williams was getting married and he sent Janice and me an invitation. It was to be a black tie affair and it was to be held the week before Labor Day. While Janice thought about what she might buy to wear at the wedding, I figured it was a good idea to book a hotel room at the hotel where the wedding was to take place. There evidently was a shortage of rooms as there was only a suite available so I booked it anyhow. The location of the wedding was over an hour away from our home by car and I did not want to chance driving after doing any kind of drinking. I also liked the idea of getting to the site of the wedding the day before and relaxing and using the workout facilities. This way Janice and me could get ready at our leisure and just walk to the room where the wedding and reception were to be held. Since it was the second marriage for both the bride and groom there was not going to be any church service. Rolando Cruz was born and raised in Puerto Rico. His parents were natives of Spain. They moved to a suburb of San Juan when Rolando was six years old. His father Hugo ran a huge import and export business and did well financially. Rolando went to college at Stanford (in California) and after graduating there obtained his graduate degree at New York University. He ended up settling down in a condominium in Northern New Jersey just across from Manhattan. He chose to make his own way in the business world rather than join his father. He was single and aged twenty-nine. He stood six feet in height and weighed one hundred and eighty pounds. He had an olive complexion with straight nearly black hair that he combed back. He participated in track and field at Stanford specializing in the pole vault and there was talk of him trying out for the Olympics at one time. He had been well liked in college by both the male and especially the female students. He was a great dancer and his bright smile coupled with his masculine presence attracted a lot of attention of women. Rolando preferred to study as well as plan his future. One of his "attributes" was a cock that one of his college girlfriends had measured out to be eight and three quarter inches in length. The head of his cock (measured at two and three quarter inches in circumference) made his cock seem menacing to some women. He would get complaints that he was "too big" yet any women who allowed him into their pants always wanted a return visit. Another of his attributes was that when he came he did so with the force that a former girlfriend said compared to movies she had seen of a porn star named Peter North. Rolando was not familiar with Peter North but took the remark as a complement. Rolando's come would blast out of his cock to an extent that if it was not in a mouth or a pussy then his come would sometimes land ten feet away in giant splatters. Most women could not hold him in their mouths when he came as they would choke and cough. Rolando loved to pick and choose women carefully with the idea that his choice would not result in any theatrics from any women as he was always a man on the run and was not ready to settle with one person. He was adept at planning his moves on women in advance so that he would not only score but also would be able to figure a way out of any possible theatrical entanglements. It was this ability that would send many women into near insanity as he had the ability of either conveying absolute singular attention to a woman and just as quickly be physically and often mentally gone from them. He had been around women in his life that would get a sample of his cock and would want to settle down or at least be in a steady relationship. He could not stay in a relationship for very long. He never was able to figure exactly why he had this behavior only that he seemingly had no control over it. It was always the same story. The girl (or woman) would start up being the perfect fuck buddy but then the theatrics would begin. Rolando sometimes wondered if he would ever be in a permanent relationship. At one time Rolando was involved with the forty year old wife of his economics professor. Her name was Emily Rollins. He would see her twice per week at a motel just outside of the university. He liked that she dressed up in lingerie that included stockings and he discovered that he would get very horny when she did so. When they first met it was at a café near the campus. She had on a skirt, heels and beige stockings and she caught his attention with her crossing and uncrossing of her legs. She seemed oblivious to him and that not only perplexed him but also intrigued him as well. She was dressed fashionably with a green wispy thin dress. She wore green sling back heels with a three inch heel. She had on a hat pitched to one side and she appeared to be focusing on a book she was reading. He always thought of himself being in control with women. As Rolando was to discover, Emily showed class and elegance in the way she dressed and the way she carried herself. She was trim and had a great ass. She was educated, bright, witty and also as he found out horny. The sound and sight of her legs with stockings on crossing and uncrossing had struck a chord with Rolando that had never heard or paid attention to before. The more he assured himself that he was in control the more he seemed to be drawn to this woman. He was getting hard from the sounds and sight of her. He was used to girls of eighteen or nineteen in which the formula for getting them into bed was to find a place and the time. The girls at school wore flip flops, a pair of running shorts with a thong and tee shirts. It was sexy but there was no challenge to the fight or resistance from these women. Their pussies were always tight and their tits were fun to suck and caress but he became bored exactly one second after he came. While at the café Emily had put Rolando in her sights. He seemed to become putty. This man with the olive complexion was a student of her husband and she first saw him when she sat in on one of her husband's lectures. The reason Emily was at the lecture was to see which one of the underclassmen that her husband was fucking this semester. She had heard from a friend about a little blond thing of about nineteen who was from Boston and Emily spotted her as she sat in the front row of the lecture hall seemingly mesmerized by her husband's dissertations. Emily was surprised by Rolando's obvious reaction based on the fact that she was twice his age. Although he leered at her like a little boy there was something about his dark eyes and the way he carried himself that set him apart. He seemed to have a subliminal animal side coupled with an obvious vulnerability. She had thrown out the bait and he was getting ready to bite. The more he leered at her the more she focused on her book. She would cross and uncross her legs with an aching indifference and that seemed to get the young man's attention. Rolando knew that this woman in his line of sight was different. He thought he recognized her from his economics class but he could not be sure. The woman in class was dressed like a student with jeans and a sweater. This woman he was now looking at was causing him heart palpitations. She was confident. She at first got him to pay attention to her then when he did she looked away and made like he was not alive. Her face would then go back to that book. What might have started out as a little game for Rolando now was far more. He sensed a challenge. It made him a little crazy. She was sophisticated. No chirping to her girlfriends on a cell phone or always looking into a mirror. No nervous playing with keys and or the cell phone. No constant playing with or grooming of her hair. Emily actually chuckled on one occasion when she slowly crossed and then crossed her legs and he was staring at her legs like a twelve year old boy. She thought to her self that some men were so easy. Then she thought of her husband and she thought that she needed to get this young student to go off on her. She needed this for her ego. She was confident and he appeared to be being pulled in. Rolando felt his heart pounding with excitement and his mouth became dry. There were many (young) girls and women in the café that day that would have died to have received the attention that Rolando was paying to this "older woman." He decided to stop looking and do something. He got up from his seat and walked over to Emily and introduced himself. He said, "Hello my name is Rolando Cruz and I am a student at the university. May I sit at your table"? She said, "What took you so long to get here"? He did not know how to respond. She said, "What would like to talk about?" He said, "I do not know what to say other than you are a very attractive woman and I want to talk to you." The next day they met outside of the café and talked. Emily drove a red Porsche convertible. They sat in her car. Rolando could not take his eyes off of her legs as they sat. He lost his composure and tried to kiss Emily and she pushed him away and told him to control himself. For the first time in his adult life he was being denied by a woman. He could not believe that all she wanted to do was to talk. He was ready for action but she was not so easy a nut to crack. She finally agreed to go to a fast food restaurant (with her driving) and they got two coffees to go and they sat in her red Porche and talked. When she pressed the clutch in with her left foot to shift and the hem of her jean skirt rode up, he sighed and she laughed. She told him with a serious face to either calm down or be gone. He calmed down like a horse that had been broken. She asked him about his background and what he intended on doing with his life. He said he was not sure but that he wanted to continue with a graduate degree after finishing up with school. Within one hour of their meeting they drove to a motel and he came inside of her four times during that first meeting. Rolando was a wild man at the motel. She was slowly taking off her shoes and dress and he could not wait. He was forceful but not hurtful. He picked her up and placed her on her back on the bed and after getting her panties (she did not wear a thong) off he sucked and licked her pussy long enough to get her sufficiently wet. When she saw his cock she actually became pale and for the first time did not appear to be so confident. She initially had difficulty accommodating his length and width. He was able to get his cock half way inside of her before she told him not to push any more. He came inside of her twice within the first ten minutes. He was not able to get all the way in until the third round. During the third time she sat on him and she finally wiggled and came down onto him and he was in up to his balls. They fucked, talked, screamed and came together while she rode him. After that first rendezvous she had trouble walking. As she walked his come was just dripping down her thighs. There was so much of his come that she found out later that he had dripped through her underwear and left a large mark on the back of her dress while she drove home. She had worn a red garter belt with black stockings at that time and she left them on when they fucked. This was new ground for Rolando as he requested before their subsequent meetings that she wear a garter belt with stockings or pantyhose. She had on subsequent occasions worn pantyhose with the crotch cut out and he would fuck her through the hole. He would eat her out for hours with her legs wrapped around his head. She would scream in orgasm from his cock filling her. When she came she often expressed (loudly) that she wanted to leave her husband and marry Rolando. She became so crazed that she actually thought about going off the pill and getting pregnant but then she gathered her wits and just enjoyed the multiple rides that he provided for her. Rolando would never respond to her verbally when she yelled these comments out. It was a relationship of convenience as her husband was sleeping with a nineteen year old undergraduate. The relationship lasted two years. Four years after Rolando left Stanford Emily started to e-mail him. She always professed her love for him. She had left her husband but Rolando was long gone in more ways than one. Rolando Cruz worked for the Telfair Corporation in the public relations department. Because he was fluent in both Spanish and English he became a valuable asset especially when handling South American accounts. His boss was Spencer Williams. Rolando had been invited to the wedding of Spencer Williams scheduled for late August. He thought about bringing a date but decided against it. He hoped to make an appearance and then disappear from the wedding at his earliest convenience. He would know some people there but figured he had to accept the invitation. He did not like going to weddings. As a young guy he attended many of them and thought that weddings were a bore. Having a date would be an impediment. As the wedding approached I was called by the best man asking me if I wanted to participate at a bachelor party. This party was to take place two weeks prior to the wedding and was to be at an exclusive country club. Basically it was to be guys only dinner. As I later found out there were no strippers or anything like that only a dinner for guys that included Spencer's father and father to be. When I arrived at the party there were about forty guys there. The food and drink were extraordinary. How surprising it was to see "John" there. I had no idea why he was there and it did bother me. We caught each other's eye from across the table and gave each other a wave. My stomach rumbled and I got nervous. After the dinner we went to the men's lounge where (smuggled) Havana cigars were handed out and there were after dinner cordials available. I sipped on a Cognac. "John" came over to me and we shook hands and made small talk. We talked baseball and said that perhaps someday we could take in a game. He said that he would be at the wedding and I said I would be as well. Nothing more was said and he drifted away after a few minutes. I actually broke out into a sweat and I was relieved when he walked away. I also saw (one of my company's employees) Rolando Cruz there. I was a little surprised that he was invited to the wedding as he had only been with the company about six months. I heard he was single. He was a friendly guy who appeared to be upbeat and hardworking. I did not see him often as he worked in our international division. The women at work certainly thought he was nice as there were always rumors that he was dating this one or that one but in reality Rolando did not appear to mix his business life with his professional one. He always seemed happy and we spent time together speaking business and politics. He asked me if I had ever been to Puerto Rico. I said I had not and he said that if I ever were to consider going there then he would be able to suggest where to visit. When I arrived home Janice asked me how the party had gone and I said it was very nice. I was not going to mention who I had seen there but decided to be brave and tell her. Janice smiled and said nothing initially but as we got ready for bed she did ask me if I had talked to "John." I said I did and also told her that I felt a little nervous about it. She did not ask anything additional about the conversation I had with him. We went to sleep. Janice had been planning on what to wear for the wedding. Since the wedding was black tie and Danny would be wearing a tuxedo, she went out and purchased a black dinner floor length gown. There was a slit that came to just below the knee on the left side of the gown. She had a dressmaker extend the slit upward to the mid thigh. She was unsure as to whether she would stockings or with bare legs. She had purchased a sexy (with a strap) black pair of Manolo Blahnik shoes with a three inch heel. The Wedding She thought about the fact that "John" was going to be there and wondered how she would react to him and vice versa. She got wet as she remembered about the Halloween Party. She then admonished herself and thought about something else. She either felt guilt or absolute horniness about that subject and about "John." On the day prior to the wedding, Janice and I drove to the hotel where the wedding was to take place. It was in a large hotel that had amenities such as a day spa as well as a swimming pool and workout area. We had the valet take my car and we had our luggage brought to our suite. This was a room that had a dining room table that sat four people and a refrigerator filled with soft drinks as well as beer and wines. There was a mini bar as well. After we put our things away, my wife and I made our way to the workout area. We had a workout that involved some cardio and some weights. We then went to the sauna and then arranged a couple's massage. We returned to our room and had a meal brought to us and just hung out. I wondered what the wedding the next day would be like. I was apprehensive about "John" being at the wedding. I knew he was invited. I tried to keep my mind off of him. I felt very fit. The only thing I needed to do in preparation for the wedding was to shave my legs the next morning. I had trimmed my pussy at home but did not shave it too closely as Danny loved a little hair on it. He did tell me that my big lips always made their appearance when I was excited. Thinking about how my lips surrounded "John's" cock at the Halloween party caused me to drip. I tried reading a magazine to keep sane. Danny and I went to bed at 10:00 that night. The wedding ceremony was to start at noon the next day. I decided on off black sheer pantyhose to wear at the wedding. Rolando arrived at the hotel on the morning of the wedding. He was wearing a black tuxedo and black tie with a conservative white shirt. He arrived at 11:30 A.M. He had not been laid in months as he had focused his attention on his job. He saw many attractive women who worked in the company but thought it best to give the impression that he was serious about his vocation. At the entrance to the room where the wedding was to take place, there was a table set up with cards that had guest's names with table assignments. Rolando was assigned to table 9. There was a lot of activity as guest arrived and went to the room where the ceremony and then the party were to take place. Rolando stood near table 9 and watched as guests took their places at the many tables. He sat and waited. Danny told me that I looked especially sexy as we finished dressing. I was apprehensive about how I looked as I did not want to look out of place. Danny looked handsome as usual. He was careful not to get crazy with me when I pulled my pantyhose on and then slid on my heels. He was in his boxers and was getting dressed and his cock stood out as he watched me pull them up. I was tempted to suck on it but my lipstick was on just so and I did not. We finished dressing and made our way to the wedding. When we arrived at the entrance to the room where the wedding was to take place, there was a table with cards and guest's names. Danny and I were to be seated at table 9. I looked around carefully to see if "John" was there as we entered but I did not see him. I took a seat next to a handsome man named Rolando Cruz. Danny told me he had been with the company for several months. He was alone and seemed very nice. Rolando stood up as I approached the table and he introduced himself to me. He was such a gentleman. Danny came to the table with a bottle of champagne. The Judge who was to marry Spencer and his bride waited patiently. There was a live band that had set up. Soon the ceremony took place. It lasted about ten minutes and then there applause followed by a dance to the bride and groom's favorite song. While the ceremony was going on, I noticed "John." I smiled and nodded and then looked away. I did not see his wife with him. I thought that was strange but maybe she was out of my line of vision. Some fruit was served, followed by soup and then lobster tails and filet mignon. The champagne flowed. I introduced myself to Janice Maxwell. She was such an elegant woman. She and her husband seemed like such a together couple. I was a little envious. She had on a black dress and sexy heels with black stockings. I thought to myself what a lucky guy he is. She seemed a little nervous but maybe it was my imagination. She was seated to my left and I was careful not to leer at those legs as she would sometimes adjust her dress. She reminded me of a younger version of Emily. She appeared to be intelligent, confident and subtle yet a little vulnerable. And her legs were driving me crazy. I noticed that Danny would leave and then return to the table. I did so as well making sure to be around the higher executives of the company yet staying out of the way at the same time. There were some good looking women at this wedding but all had dates. It seemed that all of the women were barelegged. How unfortunate. I like to dance but I was reluctant to ask any of the women there for fear of pissing someone off. I was talking to Spencer when "John" came up to him to offer his congratulations. I was cool. He made small talk. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Janice looking at us. We walked towards the bar and talked a little business. He then decided to mention that he and his wife had separated. I told him that I was sorry. He said that he believed that he and his wife would works things out but he said he needed to sort things out for a while. His wife went to live with her parents and he stayed in their home. He asked about my wife and I told him she was fine. Just then Janice walked over to us and said hello to "John". She then asked me to dance. We got on the dance floor. I told her about what had occurred to "John" and his wife and she said that she hoped that our Halloween interlude was not the reason. After the dance, we returned to the table. Rolando asked to speak to me off to the side. He said he wanted to dance with someone but did not want to offend any of the guests. He asked if he could dance with Janice and I told him that it was up to her. He asked her and she looked at me and then said that she would. They went out to the dance floor. I walked to the bar where "John" was standing. He looked in the direction of my wife on the dance floor and then looked away. He appeared agitated. He had been drinking for a while by this time and complained to me that when he suggested to "playing" to his wife that she became upset. I told him the only way these things worked was thought time and trust but it was risky business from my viewpoint. He boldly asked me if Janice and I had ever thought of a repeat and I said that we were not sure, but I did not think this was the time or the place to discuss it. I looked at the dance floor and Janice and Rolando were dancing what think was a mambo. Rolando looked very comfortable on the floor and I was proud of how Janice looked. They were getting a lot of attention. Women and men certainly took notice. Janice was showing a lot of leg and I was getting horny. I started fantasizing of some crazy things. After three dances Janice came to the bar. Her face was flushed and she looked radiant. She moved between "John" and me and ordered a vodka martini. Soon Rolando joined us and started to hang out. The band was great and people were getting to the dance floor. "John" asked Janice for a dance and she looked at me briefly and then said that she would. My heart jumped and I became nervous. They danced a fast dance and then a slow one. She was careful to not dance too close but I could tell that "John" seemed to want to get closer. After the slow dance, Janice walked back to the bar. She took a sip from her drink and asked me for a dance. I got on the floor with her. She said that "John" told her that she fantasized about her a lot and she told me that she felt his cock against her when they danced the slow song. She said she did not know what she wanted to do, but she wanted to just have a good time and enjoy the wedding. I sensed that she liked the attention both from "John" and also from Rolando. After our dance Janice decided to sit at the bar near the dance floor and just hang out. Within minutes Rolando appeared out of nowhere and then "John" was on the scene. They were like bees to honey. I wished at that time that I could read minds as I wanted to know what was on the mind of my wife. She looked extra radiant and content. She was getting a little careless on the barstool with her legs and "John", Rolando and I had taken notice. Rolando asked Janice for another dance and she accepted. While they danced, I sensed a little anger from "John". He was feeling lonely I guess and left out. Rolando conducted himself like a gentleman. He did not seem to push the envelope with Janice. He was asked by other women to dance and after getting permission, went out on the dance floor. Janice told me she was tired of dancing and wanted to hang out. When "John" left to use the bathroom for a few moments, Janice casually mentioned that she briefly felt Rolando's package on the dance floor and she said it felt huge. That sent me off as it was designed to do. I could not get my mind off of Janice Maxwell. To try anything with her would be suicidal. With all of the company bigwigs around, any sign of anything off color especially with a co-employee's wife would not go over well. But her legs and they aroma of her perfume or body wash were making me crazy. What I wouldn't do to have her with her legs around my face and my cock in her up to my balls! And she appeared to be sometimes overly friendly and almost flirtatious. I could not figure her out! It was Emily again. I wished I could have Emily at that moment. But she was in the past and this woman was in the now. I went to the bathroom a few minutes after "John" had left our area. When I arrived at the urinal, I could hear someone retching in the stall. It was "John." I told him it might be a good idea to drink some coffee before driving home. He said nothing. I returned to the bar to see Janice talking with Rolando. The wedding was winding down. I sensed that Rolando was in no hurry to leave. "John" came out of the bathroom and made his way to join us at the bar. He ordered a cup of coffee. I almost felt sorry for him. "John" looked sad and lonely. Janice started to give me quick looks and silly smiles. "John" thought to himself, why can't this guy Rolando just disappear? I mean, who asked him to stick around anyway? I need to think this through. I wonder if Danny and Janice want to play and if they do, will it include me. She absolutely drives me crazy. I have relived that Halloween night a thousand times. I want her again but now this other guy is around. I feel like shit for a variety of reasons and now there is this competition. Or maybe I have no chance and Danny and Janice are just going to say goodbye. How depressing this is. Janice wondered what if anything was going to happen. She had a sense that these three men "John", Rolando and Danny were waiting for something to happen. The very thought of the possibilities were beyond exciting. All three men would focus on her and how she was crossing her legs. All three wanted to hold her on the dance floor and she sensed that they all wanted more. Her mind went to a place where she started to calculate the possible downside of having all three. She feared for her marriage, her husband's reputation and she wondered about herself. The possibilities were off the charts on a fantasy level. She was not sure where Danny was with this. He looked excited but a little scared. I mean these were his peers from work and business and pleasure were a dangerous mix. But still, the possibilities were so exciting! I wonder how big Rolando's cock is? I keep looking for Danny to give me guidance, (permission)? It is there!! While I am thinking what I am thinking, Danny gave me that nearly imperceptible nod as he did in Vermont! My pussy is getting wet. How can this work? I saw Rolando glance at his watch. "John" looked glum and a little sick. Janice is waiting for me to make a move. I casually ask "John" and Rolando if they want to hang out in our room for a while as we did have a suite. My pretense was that there was a big screen television there and we could pick up the Yankees who were playing in Anaheim that day. The wedding had ended with Spencer and his bride retiring to their room and the guests had filtered out. It was only 5:00 P.M. Rolando and "John" accepted the invitation. Janice's eyes were very wide as she smiled. We took the elevator to our room. My pussy was in full drip mode when I heard Danny convey the invitation. This was it! I was apprehensive yet excited. I wondered whether Rolando had a clue. "John" certainly looked better when he received the invitation. How glad I was that I had gone on the pill two months earlier. As soon as we entered the room, all the guys took off their jackets and sat down. There were two couches in this suite in addition to the large dining room table. I took off my shoes. I thought of changing but decided to see what was going to play out and how. Maybe nothing would happen. Things like this cannot be forced. There were three men here and there were things to think about. Janice and Danny seem so natural. Danny has to be the luckiest man in the world. He has this gorgeous woman who is smart and sexy to say the least. What I would not do to have that pussy around my cock. I could do without "John". I am tired of his hangdog demeanor. It is evident to me that he has some type of emotional connection to Janice. My mind is playing games here. I mean I was asked to hang out with this lovely couple and I am thinking about this guy's wife! Still she reminds me of Emily. I decided to order some food from room service. If we were going to hang out, we would need something to soak up the booze we had ingested. I was nervous but everyone appeared to be cool. The food arrived. "John" ate something and had a soft drink and appeared to look better. I noticed that he was talking to Rolando. Janice had gone to the bathroom to freshen up. I put the game on. Janice came out of the bathroom in a black jean skirt that was to the knee. She had on a yellow sleeveless top. She had kept her pantyhose on. She was shoeless and sat on a chair and ate a piece of fruit. Both guys did a quick look at her legs when she walked from the bathroom and then looked at the game on television. She looked good enough to eat. "John" got up and went to the bathroom. Janice moved to the same couch where he had been seated but on the end. I was sitting on a chair about ten feet away. She sat with her legs partially tucked underneath her. "John" came out of bathroom and sat on the same couch but on the opposite end. Janice glanced at me briefly and then looked away. She started rubbing one of her feet and complained that her shoes had made her feet hurt after so much dancing. She asked "John" if he would rub them. He appeared to be surprised. He said he would so she placed both of her feet on is lap as he started to rub them. This got Rolando's attention the hem of her skirt was pulled up and both he and I were getting a decent eyeful of silky thigh. I could see that Janice was enjoying the foot rub. I noticed that her feet were pressing down on his crotch. "John" looked nervously at me. I could see that Rolando was trying to take in the game and was shifting in his seat. I started to get hard. Janice was pushing down on his crotch and when her feet moved to one side, I could see a huge bulge in his pants. At the same time Rolando noticed this as well and he started to stare at what was going on. Rolando looked at me and I smiled at him. Rolando volunteered to lend any assistance to Janice and she said she would like a shoulder rub. Rolando got up in a flash and he stood behind Janice and rubbed her shoulders. I saw that when Rolando stood up, he was pitching what looked like a pole out from the front of his pants. Janice glanced briefly at him as he got up. "John" had progressed from her feet to her ankles and calves. Her legs parted so that there was a clear view to the Promised Land. I could see that she was breathing harder and her cheeks were flushed. Rolando was behind her standing and he was looking at me and then down at Janice. "John" took one of her feet and started kissing one of them. While this was going on she pushed down on his cock with her other foot. Rolando moved his hands to the front of her neck and shoulders and towards her breasts. She started to buck on the couch. She reached behind her and touched Rolando's crotch area. She rubbed with her hand. He started rubbing her breasts. She hooked her left hand around his waist and pulled his to her left side. She tried with one hand to pull down his fly. He stopped rubbing her and pulled his fly down and his pants came down. He had a light brown skin tone as if he were very tan. He had little hair on his legs and his balls. His cock looked enormous. It was large and had veins with a huge head. I had no idea how long it was but it was major in size. Janice cupped his balls and then held his cock in her left hand. "John" had now decided to pull his pants down and sat down with her feet in his lap. She started to give him a slow foot job. I took off my tuxedo pants. I walked closer to the action. Janice motioned me to stand on her right side. My cock was at her face level. She reached over and gave the head of my cock a kiss and a suck before releasing. He reached over and tried to get the head of Rolando into her mouth and did manage to stretch around it and sucked. He said something in Spanish. She let him slip out of her mouth. She sat up. "John" stood up and she placed her mouth around his giant head. The head of his cock was not quite as big around as that of Rolando, but he may have had Rolando by an inch in the length. "John" just groaned. She would spend about one minute on each of us before switching off. Her mouth oozed saliva and pre cum. Each of us was getting more aggressive with our pumping motions. I was lost in the moment. She no longer was my wife. She was a woman I wanted to fuck. I had no fear, no worry, and no nothing. Janice got up. She pulled her top and bra off and before she could take off her skirt, there were two mouths on her breasts. There were two sets of hands rubbing her legs and her body all over. Her nipples were out like pink erasers. She finally managed to slip off her skirt. Her pantyhose were on but there were no panties. She evidently cut out the panel of the crotch to her pantyhose so there was access. She pushed the guys away and sat on the edge of the dining room table. Her feet were flat on the edge of the table. She told all of us that we could fuck her in one minute increments. The first one to come was out of the mix. I made my way forward to prepare her pussy. My tongue slithered into her and I sucked out some of her juices. She was ready. I did this for about one minute. I glanced to either side of me and saw two huge cocks waiting for their chance. I moved to the side. "John" moved first. He was gentle as he lined up the head of his huge cock and pushed. He needed about one minute to get half way in. Janice was groaning and saying how good it felt. I kept time and announced when it was time for a switch. Rolando moved forward as "John" moved to the side stroking. The head of Rolando's cock looked like it would not fit. He pushed three times to get just to the ridge before it was time. He pulled out and her juices dribbled out. "John" was next and he was able to get nearly all the way in before it was time. After the fourth go round, I moved towards her head and slipped my cock into her mouth. She had her mouth open for me and I pushed in and out of her mouth as they took their turns. The fucking motions intensified. Rolando placed her legs on his shoulders. I moved away from Janice and stood off to the right side of Rolando to see. He placed the head against her and slipped in. With her legs on his shoulders he slipped in all the way. He then pushed in and out faster and faster. She was grunting. He said he wanted to come and she told him to do so. The Wedding I saw his thrusts increasing in intensity. He yelled something in Spanish and I saw his butt muscles tighten as he kept his in and out motion. Her pussy lips were swollen and extended. It was such a turn on to see his cock going in and out of Janice. Rolando slowly pulled out. Her lips were open and there was a mixture of juices that were flowing out drips at a time. "John" stepped up and immediately slipped in. He had little trouble during this trip. He became more animated. He had her legs almost together over one shoulder and was fucking Janice at an angle. He licked her feet and caressed her legs as he went slowly and the more quickly. When he first slipped in on this trip, Janice looked little more than a rag doll. As he moved in and out, she started to respond with her own thrusts. His balls hung more loosely than did those of Rolando and they slapped as he went in and out. I saw that his balls started to rise closer to his cock as he picked up the tempo. With a final move inward and then out and then in, "John" came and he grunted. Janice screamed that she was coming and he held her legs and came. He was inside of her another minute or more still moving in and out slowly before he finally pulled out. I knew what was going to eventually pour out was going to be huge, so I moved quickly in as "John" withdrew. The feeling was indescribable. She was open but I am no slouch in the size department and I could feel her soaked and hot pussy walls grip my cock. I lasted only about one minute before adding my load to the mix. I looked at the other guys and they were half hard. As I pulled put, Rolando slipped in and fucked her for ten minutes before shooting again. After he pulled out, the loads flowed out of her forming a pool on the table the size of a dinner plate. Janice wanted to clean up but "John" stepped up and fucked her again for a good fifteen minutes before he came again. Janice looked exhausted. I helped her up and kissed her. She sat on the couch and I was hard again. As the other guys watched, she sucked me off and swallowed me. Rolando walked over and stood next to me on my left and then "John" stood to my right to watch. I was amazed that both guys could recover so quickly. She played with both of them and took turns sucking them. It took her about twenty minutes of rotating between the two before she was able to pull their loads out. It was so exciting to watch as she held her mouth open so that I could see the two loads deposited into her mouth. It was Vermont revisited. Janice got up and walked slowly to the bathroom. She said, "Goodbye" as she shut the bathroom door behind her. I told the guys the party was over. They left. I went to the bathroom and took off my pantyhose and drew a warm bath. I washed my hair and soaped myself. There seemed to be an unending flow from my pussy. My mouth was sore but I was still horny. Danny walked in and sat on the edge of the tub and told me he loved me. I got out, dried off and got into bed. Danny immediately ate me out and I came as hard as I ever have. I then drifted off to sleep. There was much to dream about. The preceding story is completely true. The names of the participants have been changed. What Rolando and "John" thought was gleaned through conversations subsequent to the wedding. Rolando told me of his affair at college and those names were changed. Janice and I still "know" Rolando and "John." We are still happily married. The Wedding It would be fair to say that Paul was not looking forward to the weekend. His cousin was getting married in Devon, which meant Paul had to travel down with his parents and stay at a hotel. His sister, Karen, was also going to be there. She was at university and was going to meet them at the hotel. At 20, she was 2 years older than Paul. They were kind of close although not so much in recent years. When they arrived at the hotel, Karen was waiting in the car park for them. As the family got to reception a problem arose. The hotel had made a mistake with the rooms, so Paul and Karen, instead of getting a room with twin beds would have to share a double. As much as they moaned to their parents, there really was no alternative. They went to the room and unpacked, watching a bit of tv. Karen laid out a few rules, such as no snoring, no stealing the covers, keep the bathroom tidy and always flush! Apart from that they were both in a good mood. The family had dinner, then a few drinks in the bar with other wedding guests, aunts, uncles etc. At about half past 11 Karen said she was going to bed.Paul followed about 20 minutes later. When he got to the room Karen was sat up in bed watching tv. She appeared to be wearing a big night shirt. Paul went to the bathroom, got changed down to his boxers and went to bed. "Remember, no snoring" said Karen. "Trust me I don't" replied Paul. After watching tv for about 10 minutes Karen turned it off and lay down. "Goodnight" she said, "I hope we both sleep ok. This is not a great way to be treated is it? Us sharing like this. Also i normally sleep nude. I have trouble sleeping with clothes, but i don't think i'll be nude this weekend!" "I normally sleep nude as well" said Paul. "Goodnight anyway". About 2 hours later, Paul woke up. As he awoke he realised that he was facing towards his sister. He also realised that they were in the spooning position and that he had an erection, which was poking against Karen's arse.Paul froze, not sure what to do. This was his sister, and all that was between them was the fabric of his shorts and her shirt. But what he did't know was that her shirt had ridden up above her belly. Paul lay still. He had never been in this situation with his sister before. She had caught him wanking about six years ago, which had sort of been the start of them becoming more distant. He carefully turned away and drifted back to sleep. What Paul didn't know was that Karen had also been awake. She had been woken up by the sense of something prodding against her arse. She lay still, not wanting to wake her brother. She remembered cathing him with his hand down his shorts in the back garden and smiled. "I bet he's grown since then, " she thought. As she lay there, she felt him turn away. She felt strangely disappointed but also a bit horny. She rolled onto her back, put her right hand between her legs and quietly began to finger herself. She was as gentle and as quiet as she could be, but as her excitement rose she started to first whimper then moan. Paul woke again, this time to the sound of his sister moaning and rocking slightly. He dawned what was happening. With a couple of quite strained moans, Karen came and lay still before finally going back to sleep. Paul of course had trouble sleeping for the rest of the night. Next morning they both acted normally. Karen mostly forgot about her night time orgasm, convinced that Paul was oblivious. He was equally sure she knew nothing about his erection situation. Today was the day before the wedding and they just hung around with various family members. The evening was similar to the previous one. A family dinner followed by a few drinks, followed by Karen going off to bed about 11pm. Paul stayed up for another hour before going to his room. Once thers he saw his sister lying in bed watching tv. "Hi. I wondered when you'd be here. I hope it's ok but I'm not wearing anything tonight. I really didn't feel comfortable last night. No cheeky peeks though ok!" "Fine, I'll do the same if you're ok with that" replied Paul. He stripped to his boxers then climbed into bed and removed them. They both fell quickly asleep, but at about 3am, Paul woke up. He felt hot and thirsty. He thought what to do for about 20 mins before he quietly got out of bed and got a glass of water. When he got back to bed Karen appeared to be asleep. The thought of being naked next to a girl made him a bit horny. He thought of the sounds she made last night, got hornier still, and tried to picture her masturbating. Although she was his sister he was now very very horny. Checking she was still asleep he moved his hand to his cock, which quickly jumped to life. He began stroking, gently and silently, occasionally glancing to his right towards his sleeping sister. Karen woke, sensing movement on the bed. She nudged one eye open, looking at Paul. She could see him lying next to her, his right arm moving. She knew enough about men to know what he was doing. She watched for about 3 minutes, feeling both amused and excited. "Are you ok there, Paul?", she teasingly asked. Paul was shocked and immediately stopped. "It's ok. I know what you were doing. Don't let me stop you!" "Same as you last night" Paul blurted out. Now it was her turn to be embarrassed. "Oh. You saw me. What were you thinking of when you were doing that just now?" asked Karen. "You, last night" "Oh. Carry on if you want. I don't mind." "No it'ok" said Paul. But a minute or two later he did start again. Karen lay there watching his arm moving before she starting edging the duvet down. Paul didn't stop her. Eventually the duvet edge got to the tip of his cock, Karen pulled it down until he was uncovered and lay watching his cock. She also pulled the duvet off herself, uncovering her naked body. Paul looked at her as his wanking got more furious. She edged closer to him till they were lying side by side touching. He wanked and she started to rub her tits. Paul couldn't take his eyes off her body as he grimaced. "I'm going to come!". As he said this she grabbed his side and nudged him so that he was facing her, or more accurately, his cock was facing her. Sure enough he shot his load, out over his tummy and chest but also covering her tummy and a little bit reaching her tits. As Paul started to relax abit, Karen used her right hand to scoop his cum in her fingers, rubbing them over her tits and gathering up a good sized scoop of cum, she placed her fingers in her vagina and started to wank herself, making sure she had his come on her finger tips. Paul watched in amazement as her body rocked and she came in a flurry of moans. They lay side by side before falling asleep. When Paul woke up next morning, Karen was already up and showering in the bathroom. When she came out she said nothing of the night's events, so nor did he. The day of the wedding passed normally for them both. In truth they wre so busy they didn't say much to each other but when they did it all seemed ok. There was a disco, drinks and at about 1am Karen went to bed. Paul followed shortly after. When he got in the room she was in bed, watching tv but with her tits exposed. "Hi. I enjoyed that wedding, but not as much as I enjoyed wanking with you last night!" "Err. Me too" said Paul, confused but excited. He got naked and climbed into bed, already stiff at the sight of his sister's tits. "Do you want to do it again?" she asked. "If you do" he replied but he was already stroking his cock, as she ripped the covers off the bed completely. Paul wanked himself feverishly as he watched his sister grinding her fingers in and out of her pussy. She moaned and he could smell her juices, while he got closer to his own orgasm. Finally he clenched his teeth as he shot out over his chest and tummy, as Karen looked at him. Then she sat up and climbed on top of him, pressing her tits against his cum covered chest. She wriggled around on him, getting his sperm all over her breasts and tummy, while she continued to finger herself off. As she came she kissed him fully on the lips and they lay for about 20 minutes in that position, both covered in his cum. Karen got up and walked to the windows, still naked, lighting a cigarette. She opened the windows and walked out onto the balcony where she stood smoking for about 5 minutes. As she stood there she looked to her right and saw that on the adjoining balcony, also smoking, and staring at her was her grandfather! Karen was too excited by her wank with her brother too care. "Hi gramps, shouldn't you be asleep?" "So should you. Where's Paul?" he asked' "Oh he's asleep." "Off you go then and get some sleep" he said. Karen blew him a kiss and turned to the room, wiggling her arse as she did so. "Who was that?" asked Paul. "Grandad,and he saw me naked! God I feel so horny again" she exclaimed. With that she saw Paul was also excited, his cock erect again. She climbed on to the bed and on to her brother. His cock teased her cunt lips as she lowered on to him. He entered her warm moist vagina, thrusting into her, while he sucked at her hard nipples. They fucked furoiusly, Karen coming 3 times before Paul finally came inside her.They lay naked throughout the night, fucking twice more before going to breakfast, and then home. "That was a wedding to remember" said Paul on the way home. The Wedding She stood in the bathroom applying her makeup looking at her body. She was getting ready for the wedding ceremony that she had to beg her husband to come to. He finally agreed so long as her part of the bargain was to only wear sexy clothes for the entire trip. She objected but finally gave in for their seven days out of town. So here she was wearing nothing but a thong, which is the only underwear he would let her bring! He picked out this one, which was way too tiny; black, sheer and REALLY small but she made her bargain so that's what she had to wear. Looking at herself she wondered if her husband still found her sexy. At times he seems to be unable to control himself and wants only to "bang her." Especially when she had a thong like this on, or her pink lace nightie through which her nipples would poke through and which didn't adequately cover her red haired bush that he so enjoyed shaving for her. At other times, she wondered. She finished her makeup. She bent down and pulled up her fishnet hose that her husband had bought for her. She thought the fact that they were suspender type hose without a crotch was a little weird but he seemed to like them and even she could admit to herself that she looked good in them. Next she pulled up her slip, the backless dress, her nice heels, necklace and ear rings and she was ready to go. One more look at herself, a little more primping of her hair, a look at her breasts to make sure nothing was poking through given that she wasn't wearing a bra and she walked out into the room. Her husband looked up with a great big smile. He said that she looked great and in fact, "very fuckable." He asked her to pull up her dress to prove that she had followed directions. She objected and he persisted; eventually with a sigh of resignation she bent over, grabbing the hem and pulled it up to her waist. He beamed and asked her to walk forward toward him. With another sigh she did. He dropped to his knees and immediately put his mouth to her crotch. She tried to back away but he had grabbed her ass too quickly and tightly; retraining her from moving much at all. He was nibbling on her pussy lips through the fabric of the thong. She always became embarrassed when he did this sort of thing but she felt a bit of a tingle and let him linger there a bit. Eventually he loosened his grip and she backed away. After all they had a wedding to go to and there was no time for this! He rose from his position as she backed away, straightening her dress. He still had that gleam in his eye as he approached her, again telling her how hot she was, how fuckable she was, and how every man at the wedding would be looking at her, wanting to get in her dress, and probably ignoring the wedding part entirely. He approached her, giving her a very passionate kiss while he brought his hand up to massage her breast and tickle her nipple, making it poke through the dress. He turned her around to face the living room mirror so she could look at them together. He put both his hands on her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples and pushing his crotch into the back of her dress. She thought she felt that he had gotten hard down there so she reached back and confirmed her suspicions. She gave his dick a quick squeeze and pulled away, fearing they would be late for the ceremony. She grabbed her purse, asking him if he had the hotel keys which he confirmed and she strode out the door before he had time to object or try anything else. He grabbed the camera and followed. She walked to the stairs as they were only on the second floor and walked down to the lobby. She noticed the bellman look up, smile and look at her straight at her breasts. She wondered if her nipples were showing through the dress fabric but didn't dare look. Walking through the lobby she noticed others look up at her as well but wasn't sure what to make of it. As she approached the front doorway area she looked at herself in the mirrors that were flanking either side of the doorway. She played with her hair a bit, making sure it wasn't mussed and noticed in the mirror another man staring at her. She pretended not to notice continuing to mess with her hair but through her quick glances she was certain that he was staring straight at her ass! Her husband had always told her she had a "killer ass" and always felt it was one of her best features but wasn't so certain anymore. She felt she still had great legs, her 36b boobies were still nice, she liked that she was one of the few real redheads around and she thought she was still cute, but after five decades on the planet was pretty sure that her ass wasn't as nice as it once was, but apparently she could still attract attention in a dress that showed off her ass and legs. By this time her husband caught up with her and they strode out to the car together. He asked her if she noticed the young guy staring at her ass and she feigned not knowing what he was talking about. He opened the car door for her. As she sat down her dress rode up showing the tops of her hose. She looked up and noticed her husband grinning again as he leaned in to kiss her running his hand up her leg and grabbing her crotch. She pushed him away and sheepishly told him to behave himself. He closed the door, ran around the other side, getting in and they were off to the ceremony. They arrived at the wedding on time and sat near the front for no reason other than that is where the usher led them. The ceremony was nice as most weddings seem to be and it seemed to be only 20 or 30 minutes before they were being ushered out. As their row let she put her arm in her husbands and they strode out. Looking around the room to see who was there she didn't see too many familiar faces other than that of the young man who had been staring at her ass in the Hotel lobby. She noticed him, made eye contact and smiled, as did he. She noticed that he dropped his eyes quickly to her legs and smiled bigger as he looked back up to her face. She wondered if maybe her dress was a bit too short but admitted to herself that she liked the affirmation that her legs still attracted attention. The reception was just at the other end of the block so they left their car where it was and walked. There was a nice cool breeze so it made the walk enjoyable although she could feel that it was making her a little chilled and again her nipples became hard. Her husband noticed and commented that if it was cool in the reception hall she was going to attract a great deal of male attention. Arriving at the reception hall they were informed that they had assigned seating and easily found their way to table number eight. They were the first to arrive to the table but shortly after she noticed the young man from the hotel lobby approaching them and table eight. He had a big grin on his face as he walked up and informed them that it was his lucky day to be seated at the same table as such a beautiful woman and her husband. She blushed and reached out her hand introducing them to their new friend. He said his name was Paul and was an out of town friend of the groom. He asked if he could get them anything to drink and she suggested a white wine as her husband ordered his traditional wedding gin and tonic. Paul soon returned with the drinks and started the conversation with questions about where they were from, how they knew the new married couple and similar chat. He was very charming, very good looking and easy to talk to. They had a nice time during dinner, meeting some other nice people as well and she found herself enjoying the evening much more than she thought she might. After dinner her husband offered to make the trip back to the bar to get another round. The moment he left Paul leaned into her ear so only she could hear and whispered something she won't soon forget. He said that he had been horny for her ever since he saw her in the hotel lobby and that before the night was over he was going to find some way to fuck her. Her jaw dropped, she quickly turned toward him with a shocked look on her face. He just looked at her earnestly and told her he couldn't help himself and that he found her to be the most attractive woman in the entire wedding. It was at this point that she noticed his hand rubbing her leg beneath the hem of her dress. She tried to casually pull his hand away so as nobody would notice, but instead he pushed her legs open and moved his hand further toward her pussy. She leaned toward him and whispered for him to stop what he was doing. He whispered back that he would if she agreed to let him fuck her. She emphatically whispered back that she was old enough to be his mother, that he should find some pretty young girl elsewhere at the reception and stop do this to her. She told him to stop teasing her that she wasn't going to be the butt of some later joke and that he couldn't possibly find her attractive. He told her that he could prove that he found her attractive and with that he grabbed her hand and placed in on the crotch of his pants under the table. She could feel that he was hard. She tried to pull away but he had too tight a hold on her hand. He whispered that she obviously could see that he found her hot as he asked her to squeeze his cock. She pleaded with him to stop this nonsense as she was a married woman and couldn't be doing this. He pulled her arm closer to him and made her hand rub up and down his shaft. She couldn't believe this was happening. She couldn't believe her husband was taking so long and she couldn't believe that her thong was damp! She squeezed his cock through his pants as she looked up at him and smiled. They saw her husband coming back with the drinks and he let her pull her hand away. She quickly gulped down her wine and asked her husband if it wasn't time to go. While he generally jumps at that sort of question he was interested in staying for at least a bit of the dancing which was to start soon. Well, then, she said, she at least had to have more wine. Her husband just shook his head and rose to make another trip to the bar. Paul leaned back toward her and asked if she was thinking of fucking him now. She shook her head no. He laughed and told her that she was in fact thinking of fucking him and that he could prove it. She just turned her head and stared at him. Before she could react he pushed his hand back between her legs all the way up to her thong, rubbing a finger up and down the sheer fabric. He laughed as he whispered to her she was certainly thinking of something that made her wet. She weakly told him to stop what he was doing as he pushed her legs farther apart. Somehow he managed to pull the thong into her slit and her pussy lips were now exposed beneath her dress. He alternately tickled and pulled on her lips. She knew she had to make him stop but at the same time he was making her pussy tingle and her emotions run wild. She reached over and gave his cock another squeeze. He whispered to her that she should unzip him. She weakly looked up at him as he continued to play with her pussy. She reached for the zipper and slowly pulled it down. As she finished pulling it down he grabbed her hand and put it inside his pants. He wasn't wearing any underwear and she touched his hard shaft. She began to run her fingers up and down his shaft, just touching his balls and back up to his cock head. He was huge. She was a mess of emotions. She had to stop this, she had to leave, but she wanted that cock. She wanted to touch it. She wanted to lick it and put it in her mouth and lick the head. She wanted it to touch her. She wondered what it would feel like pushing into her, spreading her pussy lips, pumping in and out of her. She wondered how long it would stay hard and how many times it could cum in her and how many times it could make her cum. She wondered what it would feel like to have that cock enter her pussy from behind. She wondered what it would feel like to lower herself down on it while Paul was laying on his back as she impaled herself on his cock. She wondered what it would be like to be naked with him so he could play with her titties as she rode up and down him. She wondered what it would be like to have him on top of her as he put her knees to her chest as his cock drilled in and out of her like a raging bull. She wondered if he would make her pant his name, to beg for more, to beg him not to stop as he was taking her and making her cum. She grabbed his cock harder and pumped it a couple of times, squeezed it for a few moments and pulled her hand away. She asked him if that was going to be enough as she pushed Paul's hand out from under her dress. He asked her if she wanted his cock in her pussy. She just looked at him angrily. He was emphatic. He had to know if she wanted his cock. He said she had to tell the truth and that he would know if she wasn't being truthful. He said if she told the truth he would leave her alone if that is what she wanted. She looked at him for a long moment and whispered that she did want it. He told her she had to be more specific. She again gave him a look but said that yes she did wonder what it would be like. He again said that she wasn't being specific enough at which point she leaned in toward him and told him that yes she was thinking what it would be like to have his cock in her pussy. He told her that he still wanted to fuck her and asked if she wanted him to fuck her as he looked into her eyes. She nodded. He told her that she had to say it or the deal was off. She leaned into him and told him that she wanted him to fuck her. He asked her if she wanted him to take her from behind. She said yes. He asked her if she wanted to ride him while he was on his back playing with her wonderful tits and hard nipples. She said yes. He asked her if she wanted his cum in her. She said yes. The music was just starting as her husband returned from the bar with more drinks. Paul asked if he couldn't have the first dance with this beautiful woman. She looked up at her husband as he nodded and commented that they should have fun. She gulped her wine down, slapped the glass on the table and asked her husband to get her a couple more as Paul grabbed her hand and drug her to the dance floor. The first two dances were fast and had a good beat. Paul was a good dancer and swung her around like a pro. She was having a good time swaying to the music and was beginning to get over what had been happening only moments earlier. A slow song came on and she turned to walk off the dance floor. He grabbed her and said that they needed one more dance. He grabbed her tightly and moved her expertly toward the far corner of the floor. His hand on her back slid down and she felt him squeeze her ass. She pulled his hand away and told him to stop that. He moved his hand back down and rubbed her ass. She just glared at him, but left his hand there. He squeezed her ass and began pulling the dress fabric up. She could feel her dress begin riding up but felt helpless to do anything about it. He turned her around with her back facing him and pushed his crotch into her. She could feel his hardness as she leaned her head back on his chest. She looked around and saw that nobody was in any position to see what was going on and it looked like nobody would care anyway given all the fun they were having. He pulled her off the dance floor, grabbed her hand and told her he needed her to come with him for a moment. He strode down the hallway with her trotting behind him. He came to a door and tried the knob. It was locked. He strode on to another door. This one was unlocked. He opened it and pulled her into an office, closing and locking the door behind him. He turned her quickly around pushing her against the door. He grabbed her head, turned it up, and passionately kissed her. She reached up and grabbed his head and kissed him back. She was appalled that this was happening but she also felt powerless to make it stop. He reached behind her and unzipped her dress as he kissed her neck. He pushed the dress off her shoulders and down to her waist exposing her breast to him. He leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth and sucked on it. She sighed and leaned back into the door and grabbed his head pulling him into her. He reached up to her other breast and massaged it and tickled her nipple. She felt herself get wet. He kissed her nipple, up to her neck, kissed her ear and pulled her mouth toward his and their tongues met. He reached down with both hands and pushed her dress down off her hips and it dropped to the floor. He told her to undo his belt. She did. He told her to unsnap his pants and unzip him. She did. He told her to push his pants down. She grabbed his pants and his boxers off him and they dropped to the floor. She thought back to her husband and wondered what he would be thinking. She thought about the times he had hinted that he wanted to see her fucked by a man with a big hard cock. She thought of all those times he had role played with her pretending that he was somebody other than him fucking her. She thought of all those times she pretended to just be playing along with him but remembering how those role playing episodes secretly turned her on. She remembered how sometimes she put faces to the fantasy men that he was pretending were fucking her. She thought about her past lovers and wondered what it would be like if they were to be fucking her again. She wondered what it would have been like to fuck all the men that had made her aware that they wanted to fuck her. She grabbed Paul's cock. He was still kissing her. Telling her how hot she was. How he couldn't wait to fuck her. How he had to have his cock in her hot cougar pussy. He told her how he had always wanted to fuck a redhead and how he knew redheads were the hottest women, the sexiest, the most passionate and the most secretly kinky. He told her that he wanted to first fuck her mouth. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her to the floor. She was on her knees staring at the biggest hardest cock she had ever seen. She had given men blow jobs before but nobody this big. She knew she couldn't get Paul's cock in her mouth. She grabbed his cock and kissed his head as she pumped up and down his shaft. She grabbed his balls. They felt so heavy, so full of cum. She licked the underside of his shaft. Paul moaned and told her to do more of that. She was kissing and licking his shaft wondering how many more minutes it would be before she felt that shaft splitting her pussy lips. She thought how much she wanted that cock in her pussy. She thought how much she wanted to feel Paul's cum exploding inside her. Her phone rang. It was her husband wondering where she was. She lied and told him she was in the bathroom. She told him she would be back in a moment or two. He accepted that and they hung up. She put the phone back in her purse. Paul pulled her up off the floor and pulled her over to the desk. He told her to bend over and lay her body and head on the desk and spread her legs. She did. He told her to grab the edge of the desk. She did. He asked her if she was ready for him to fuck her from behind now. She said she was. He told her that she had to tell him specifically what she wanted him to do. She said that she wanted him to fuck her from behind. So told him that she wanted his cock in her pussy and that she wanted him to cum in her pussy. He asked her if she wanted him to rub his cock head between her pussy lips first to which she replied that she did. He pulled her thong aside and walked up to her. He grabbed his cock and pushed it between her pussy lips. Her lips parted; accepting him. He rubbed his cock head up and down between her lips getting his cock slick so he could easily enter her. He asked her what she wanted next. She told him that she wanted him to fuck her. He asked her if she wanted it now. She responded that she wanted him to fuck her now and to fuck her hard and to make her cum and to cum inside her as often as he could and as often as he would like. Her phone rang. The Wedding She knew it was her husband looking for her. She didn't know what to do. She didn't want to get caught but she didn't want this wonderful cock to leave her either. She quickly weighed her choices. Should she ignore the phone and let Paul fuck her probably giving her the most explosive orgasm she has had in years or should she answer the phone? If she did answer the phone what would she say she wondered? She so wanted Paul to push his cock in her and take the decision out of her hands. But he didn't. He handed her purse to her. It was her husband again, now searching the hallways for her. She told him not to worry she would be right there and she would seem him at the table in a moment and they could go then. She hung up. She grabbed her dress and pulled it back on her. Paul was in shock and didn't say anything till finally he managed to ask her why she was leaving. She just said she had to go and she opened the door. She walked quickly back to the table and grabbed her husbands hand and told her they had to go. He didn't argue and quickly got up and followed her out as she half trotted back to the car. They got in and she asked him to just get back to the hotel as quickly as he could. They arrived shortly. She jumped out of the car and ran to the door and up the steps. She got to the room first. She unlocked the door and let herself in but pulling the deadbolt open to allow her husband into the room without using the key as she unzipped her dress. Her husband got to the room a few minutes later. As he walked into the room there was only a desk lamp on next to the bed. As his eyes adjusted he saw his wife with nothing on but her high heels, her suspender pantyhose and her thong which was pulled aside exposing her pussy. She was bent over draped across the writing table with her head and upper body lying on the table with her legs spread wide. She told him to not say a word but to drop his pants and fuck her. The Wedding Lace and ivory graced the bride, everyone's perfect picture of what the day should be. She glowed for her groom as she smiled for pictures and greeted her guests. I walked through the line, saying hello to the bridal party, most of whom I already knew. Shaking the hand of the Maid of Honor, I looked up into the most beautiful green eyes. They captured my attention as she pulled me into a hug. "It's nice to finally meet you, Mina. Jenna has told me about her favorite cousin," she said to me. I gazed at her, seeing, yet not comprehending. She held an attraction for me. It had to be her eyes. "Oh? You must be Rachel! Jenna has really loved your help on the wedding. I only wish I knew in advance I was going to be here for it. I'm glad I made it though...it's been a beautiful day." "It has been," Rachel said, looking at the line backing up behind me. I felt compelled to stay and talk to her but I merely smiled. "I'll catch up with you inside," I heard in my voice. "I'd love to, um, hear about all the fun I've missed." With a smile, she nodded and turned her attention to the person behind me. I caught her glancing at me as I hugged Jenna and her new husband, eager to search her out later. What am I thinking? I just got over my last bad relationship: a guy who thought of me as his own personal little maid. I'm straight! Why am I looking at this woman like she might be the best thing in my life? Damn it! I wandered past the bar, ordering a glass of Shiraz and greeting people I knew before finding my table. Jenna was my favorite cousin. We grew up together, even going to the same town for college so we could room together. Jobs took us to different states, daily emails filling the gaps in our conversations. I was supposed to be in the wedding party. My stupid job blocked my availability. I was here on a fluke, finding a few days between mergers and presentations to drive the three hours. I'm glad I didn't miss it. The DJ announced the new Mr. and Mrs. Pitkin. A flurry of activity, clapping, and a toast followed. Everything was well orchestrated, flowing from one thing to another. I barely remember eating, but I must have. Jenna and Rob had their first dance and all of the other traditions fell into place. I was sipping on my third glass of wine when Rachel found me sitting at my table, watching the dance floor. "How's it been sitting on this side of the bridal table?" she asked, sitting in the chair next to me. I glanced over, and she apologized. "Oh, that was tactless of me, I'm sorry. I know you wanted to be in the wedding party." With a smile, I eased her fears. "It's ok. I'm not angry at anyone other than my work for that. I'm just glad I was able to be here for the wedding. Jen and Rob mean the world to me." Relaxing, Rachel leaned back in her chair. The long slit in her dress exposed her feminine legs and I had a hard time taking my eyes off the line leading higher. I looked up to find her eyes inquisitively staring back. "Are you staying over at the Carlysle with the other out-of-towners?" I nodded over my wine. "Yeah. Jenna offered to let me stay with her, but I didn't want to be in the way, so I grabbed a room from the block they had reserved. Unfortunately, all they had left was one of the Jacuzzi suites." "Mm, I wondered who was going to end up in those. I was tempted to get one myself for tonight. The thought of lying in the tub, relaxing. Especially after dancing in heels!" She laughed and it sounded like the tinkling of bells. A wicked thought ran through my mind. "Why don't you stop over and use mine? The hotel even dropped off a basket of fizzy things and such to use in it. I couldn't possibly use all of them. I could stop on the way over and pick up some wine and snacks if you like. With everything you've done for Jenna, it's the least I can do!" "I think I'll take you up on that offer. I need to run home and grab a few things. The last thing I want to do is put this dress and heels back on after relaxing. Hell, I don't even want to put the corset back on for a while." She winked then disappeared, off to help Jenna get changed for her honeymoon trip. It was then that I realized I had stopped breathing. Damnit, I thought. I wish I had asked what kind of wine she liked. I grabbed a nice red and a white, a couple of real glasses, corkscrew and some snacks. A platter of fruit and cheese with crackers should do it. What does one snack on when they are figuring out if they want to lick a pussy? DAMNIT! Why was I thinking that? I paid for my basket of things and headed back to the hotel, pulling in just in front of Rachel. I had stayed at the reception to help pick up a little bit, and it seems to have put me a bit late back to my room. Juggling the packages, I walked over to Rachel's car, watching as she stepped out still in her formalwear. In her heels, she was taller than me. Hell, barefoot and in a hole she'd still be taller than me. "Mmm...what all did you get? I forgot to tell you I don't like junkfood." She peered in the bags, her face inches from mine. "I didn't know what kind of wine you like, so I got a red and a white," I said, keeping my voice even, though I could smell the sweet hints of her skin. "For snacks I picked up some fruit, cheese, and crackers. Will that work?" She grinned at me. "Perfectly. Let's go find that tub, shall we?" With a quick motion, she pulled her bag from the car and we headed up to my room. The tub was part of the bedroom, although there was a semi-private sitting area where I figured I'd hide with my glass, or maybe bottle, of wine and my laptop. I hated to do work while I was supposed to be relaxing, but I also didn't want to get caught gaping at her. "Here's that basket for the Jacuzzi. I think there's some bubble bath, as well as fizzies in here. Did you want me to call down for a couple extra towels? I always use one as a pillow in my tub at home." I stopped dead in the doorway. Standing before me was a five foot, 6 inch Goddess, naked. She'd taken down her up-do, revealing long waving chestnut brown hair that glinted with red highlights. Her body was not thin, but not overly cushioned either, and she looked very comfortable in her golden tanned skin. She turned, giving me a full-on view of her more-than-a-handful breasts. "Ooh! Let's see what's in there!" She walked over with a smile, giggling as I turned my drooling attention to the basket and pawed around in it. Her hand caught mine, sending little sparks along my nerves, causing me to grasp the basket with it. "Mmm...I like fizzies. The bubbles feel so good on my skin as they melt in the water. Do you like them too?" I nodded, afraid my voice would betray me if I spoke. "Well, that settles it then. Fizzies it is. Let's go!" I looked up, confused. "Mina, this tub is big enough for four football players. Let's relax with our wine together. Besides, there's nowhere comfortable for you to sit over here while I soak, and I'd love to get to know why you are Jen's favourite cousin." With that, she tossed the tablets in the filling tub and went to get the wine. Decisions, decisions. How do you get yourself in these messes, Mina? Ok, so usually they are with guys. Hot guys. Why are you getting naked with a woman? And why are you dripping wet over it? I looked down, not realizing that I had stripped naked, and was standing there with my clothes all over the floor like some wanton lover. Quickly, I grabbed and folded them, tossing them in the chair as Rachel came with the two bottles and glasses. "I wasn't sure if you wanted to drink the red. I noticed that's what you were sipping at the reception. So I brought them both. Hop in! I made the water a little warm to relax us a bit. I hope it's not too hot." I sat on the edge of the tub and swung my feet in. It was perfect. A moment later, she was beside me, easing into the water with a low moan in her throat. I watched as she got comfortable, setting her glass on the side. I looked into the water, then to my right. I had forgotten the huge mirror behind the tub. Gazing at my reflection, I noticed a sexiness I'd never seen. Pulling up my courage, I slid in, settling in across from Rachel. "Thanks for letting me borrow the tub. This is a slice of heaven after a few long days." Her leg moved along mine. I thought it might have been a mistake, but she left it there, slick against my own. Thank God I shaved this morning! "You're very welcome. I didn't think I'd get to share it with you though." Sipping at my wine, I glanced over the top of the glass at her. To my amazement, she was staring back. Embarrassed to be caught looking, I immediately lowered my eyes to my glass, only to look up again quickly at the sound of her laugh. "Why do you look away, Mina? You're blushing like a schoolgirl." Damn, she noticed! I took another long sip of my wine. Well, ok, it was more a guzzle, but I was trying to find some fake bravery somewhere in my glass. I looked up, meeting her eyes with my own. "I can honestly say I've never been in a Jacuzzi with another woman, and I'm finding it difficult to not look. You're beautiful." I could feel the tint on my cheeks again but I refused to look away. "I'm not shy. You can look all you like. Maybe if you're comfortable enough, I could give you a massage later. Jenna kind of spilled the beans on your recent breakup and how stressed you are at work. Maybe we can work a bit of that stress out." Rachel's eyes never left mine, even when she put her glass to her lips, the tip of her tongue visible through the glass. She set it on the ledge of the tub before her hands disappeared below the foam that the multitude of fizzies made. An instant later they were on my foot, rubbing my arch slowly. "Mmmm, that feels so good," I heard escape me. The heat of the water coupled with the wine had started to relax me, although her hands were helping that process along. "I used to get a massage every week, but I haven't had time lately. Maybe I can work out your kinks if you work out mine." I giggled at my unintended double meaning. Oh what the hell. What happens here, stays here, right? Placing my glass next to Rachel's, my hand went under the water, grazing her calf on my way to her ankle. A moan let me know I was doing okay, and I put more pressure into my rubbing, easing the tension from her ankle and working my way to her foot. She slid deeper into the water, one arm crossed over her chest. I could just make out her nipples under the water as it lapped at her. In that moment, I knew what I wanted. "Rachel?" "mmm...Yes?" "Do you mind if I move closer? I can't reach your thighs to massage them." Her eyes opened slowly, like you would imagine a cat's, taking in everything around it but focusing on one thing so intently. In a movement I could only call predatory, she sat up and moved to me, eyes never wavering from my own. Warm water sloshed as she slowed, running her hand along my jaw. I sat perfectly still, never breathing, as her thumb ran over my lips. My eyes closed at the sensation and it was seconds before another one took over. She leaned in, brushing my lips with her own. I could feel her tongue barely touching my skin, asking for admittance, which I hesitantly gave. With a throaty moan I was coming to love, she explored, running her tongue along mine. My own moan followed hers. Our bodies were molding into each others, breasts teasing and rubbing. My hands when up to meet hers, cupping around them and feeling their heft. She wasn't large by any stretch of the imagination, but she was perfect. Her nipples hardened from my touch and her breath came quickly. Breaking the kiss, she leaned in beside me. "Have you ever been with another woman, Mina?" Her breath was warm on my neck and her voice was liquid sex. "No, I haven't." "Do you want to be with me?" "Yes, I do." Her lips claimed mine while she pulled me from the tub. I stood before her, shy and wet, yet I didn't want to cover my nakedness. Her eyes ranged over me, followed by her hands. My body shivered from the sensuality she shared. "You're so beautiful, Mina." I reached out, moving the hair back from her face. Pushing the last of the social stigmas from my mind, I leaned in, biting along her neck and tracing my way down one of her breasts, I gasped. They were perfect from a distance, but close up I couldn't resist as my tongue reached out and licked the tip of her hard nipple. She looked down at me and pulled me close, urging me to suckle her. I pulled her nipple in my mouth, sucking softly before letting go with a pop. "Show me what you like, Rachel." My voice was low, laced with passion and need. Smiling, she led me to the bed, pulling the blankets down and laying me on the sheet. Her body slid over mine, both of us dotted with droplets from the tub. Her thigh rubbed against my trimmed mound, pressuring my clit exquisitely. Looking up, my eyes caught hers. "I want to show you, Mina. God, from the moment I saw you come into the church today, I've been wet, thinking of you." "But you didn't know if..." Her lips grazed mine. "Shhh...I was hoping for a chance." Her head dipped and she caught my nipple between her teeth. My back arched up to her as she sucked one and kneaded the other. My pussy was dripping in seconds, I was on the edge of a major orgasm. I felt the shift before she actually moved, sliding down my body. "Not yet, Love. I want to work for it." She kissed across my stomach, biting and lapping her way to my mound. I felt her hands on the insides of my thighs, opening me to her gaze. A deep gasp came from below. Looking down, I saw the passion cross her face a moment before she looked up to me. Keeping her eyes locked, her tongue eased out, grazing my outer lips before sliding deeper, zeroing in on my pulsing clit. I drew in a quick breath, breaking our eye contact as my head leaned back. My last boyfriend was a master at oral play, and with one lick Rachel put him to shame. She opened my flower with her thumbs, breathing deeply before running her tongue from bottom to top, sucking in my juices. A quick flick of my clit, and she returned, stiffening her tongue and sliding it slowly into me. "Holy fuck, Rache!" Her giggle came from my pussy as her hands reached up and held down my hips. She slid my legs open wider with her shoulders, kissing the inside of my thighs with her drenched face. A moment later, she was back, licking deep into my pussy, ignoring my clit completely. I was building to an orgasm that far surpassed any I'd previously had when she pulled her mouth away from me, replacing it with two fingers. When they were deep in me, she leaned in, nipping my clit with the edges of her teeth. I bucked up violently, my body begging for release. One hand pushed me back down as the other continued its slow slide in my tunnel. Another new sensation assailed me as she drove her fingers deep, sliding her thumb along my ass. She rubbed around my little star, pulling my wetness down her hand. At her unasked question, I shook my head, a look of panic overcoming my passion. She closed her eyes, moaning around my clit before slowly pushing her thumb past my unopened door. I could feel her inching her way inward, working my pussy, sucking on my clit. Suddenly she pushed in, burying her digits in my ass and wet tunnel. Barely more than a whisper, she said, "Cum for me, Mina. It's time, Love." I needed no more encouragement as I grasped the sheets, gasping for air. Her fingers moved in me as my muscles clamped down on them. She moaned, sucking on my clit before sucking on my pussy. My body spasmed; it felt like my soul was pouring out into her mouth as each twitch squeezed more out. Rachel held on, through all my guttural screams, taking me over each crest that came along. It seemed like an hour had gone by when was finally able to lie still. Rachel was laying between my legs, completely drenched but smiling widely. She slowly crawled up my body, kissing spots of skin as she ascended until she kissed my lips, slowly building passion again. She was sweeter than before. "Have you ever done that before, Love?" I smiled. "I told you I'd never been with another woman." "No, I know you haven't been with another woman. I mean about when you came." "I've come before." A look of confusion crossed my face. "Mina, I'm covered in you. When you came, the floodwaters, so to speak, flowed." I could feel my face burning in embarrassment. "I've never...oh my God. I'm so sorr..." Her lips covered mine, pressing me into the bed. "Don't ever say you are sorry for that, Love. That was the most wonderful thing I've ever experienced." I looked up, not finding any faltering in her eyes or face. She curled up beside me, caressing my stomach in swirls, then pulling up the blanket. "Let's sleep for a while," she whispered. "When we wake up, you get to taste me." The Wedding "Hold the curtain like that, yes, so the sunlight plays across your face," I said, gazing at her face, the light skin shining bright in the sunlight, her short, dark hair framing the perfect picture. "But it's so hot." In reply, I slowly, very obviously let my gaze trace down her body, letting my eyes pause to enjoy her perky breasts, the faint circles of her areola and her small nipples. Then, glided down her tight, flat stomach, I let my eyes settle to her soft patch of curly hair as I replied, "Yes very hot." Smiling, she stood by the balcony a moment, letting me enjoy her nakedness. In response, I could feel my cock tingling as it began to grow. "Why look at you," she said slyly, letting the curtain close, "twice last night and you're ready again." "What can I say, you inspire me. You've got me feeling like a teenager again. Who could have guessed after all these years? I guess you just bring out the best in me." She moved quickly to the bed, climbing up between my knees. She kneeled between my legs, lowered her head and slowly slipped her lips over the head of my cock. I watched her head move slightly from side to side as her tongue circled over the sensitive skin. My cock quickly hardened completely as her hand gently squeezed my balls and her head began to bob up and down. The sight of her lips sliding over my glistening cock was simply stunning, but I reached down, slipped my hands under her arms and pulled her upward. She resisted, mumbling, "But..." Interrupting her I said, "It will get hard but will take forever to come, especially after last night." "But I want to. I can taste us on you, it's so..." "We don't have time. You climb on up here and take advantage of it, then we have to get ready for the wedding." Slowly moving upward she said, "Yeah, my parents would kill me if they knew what I was doing." "You know it's supposed to be bad luck for the groom to see the bride in her wedding gown before the wedding. I wonder what they'd say about this." "Right now I don't care," she replied as she reached down, spread her pussy lips with one hand and guided my cock into her with the other. My cock was already wet from her mouth, so it slipped easily into her. I watched as my shaft slowly disappeared into her body. She moved slowly until she had taken in all of me, then she settled down onto her knees and slid herself forward and backward, grinding her clit against me as my cock slid inside her. Reaching up, I moved my hands to where her thighs met her body and I clamped my hands on her. I could feel the tendon on the upper inside of her thighs tighten and loosen as she moved. Holding her firmly, I moved my hands, helping her move back and forth on me. Looking up I notice how hard and large her nipples were, and then looking into her face I could see her grimace with desire. Her eyes glared at me as she moved faster now, her breasts bobbing up and down as she breathed harder and harder. Slight moans escaped from her lips as she continued and I could feel her body begin to tremble. Suddenly, her hands clamped on my arms and her whole body tightened and then suddenly released as she moaned, "Oh yes, yes." I paused my movements, enjoying the feeling of her pussy as it tightened over my cock and then released it, again and again. Expecting her to climb off of me, I released my grip on her thighs, but she immediately began moving again. Grabbing her again, I raised my hips a bit to push myself deeper into her. "Yes," she moaned, "fuck me, fuck me please." As I continued my thrusting I could feel my cock responding to the sensation as well as just seeing her in such ecstasy. She moaned and then hissed, "Again, oh yes again." Feeling her come again was all I could take and I simply let myself go, pushing myself deeper into her, thrusting fast and deep until, yes... yes..., I arched my back and came with her. I could feel her pussy contracting around me as my cock twitched, spurting what little cum I had left into her perfect body as she collapsed upon me. We remained entwined until my cock finally shrank enough to slip out of her body. She leaned forward and kissed me hard on the mouth. As she pulled away I whispered, "I love you Susan." Smiling, she said, "I love you too." We both then climbed out of bed and quickly dressed. The ceremony was just a couple hours away and there was so much left to prepare. With one last kiss at the door, we headed our separate ways, knowing that in just two hours... ----- It had been pretty frantic, but there I stood inside St. Michaels Catholic church as the music started and I watched Susan, arm in arm with her father, who looked almost as old as me, walk up the aisle. She was so stunning in the lacy white gown that seemed to flow with her every movement. Though her veil I could see her dark bangs just touching the tips of her full eyebrows. As she walked, I could see an innocence that belied what her and I had done just hours before. I felt an odd pride knowing that my cum was still inside that body that now, so elegantly walked through the church. All eyes were on her now, just as my eyes had been glued to her earlier. She was truly the love of my life. Her walk seemed to take forever, but then suddenly she was there, at the altar, giving her father a slight wave as he took his seat next to Susan's mother. When he was seated I nodded to them and when they nodded back, I nervously adjusted my collar, took a step forward, looked out over the church and began, "Father, hear our prayers for Susan and Jeffrey," I looked first at the bride and then the groom before continuing, "who today are united in marriage before your altar. Give them your blessing, and strengthen their love for each other..." The Wedding Carl and Suzan were sweethearts from school and though they had been going out for five years they had never fucked once. Carl was the sweetest man you could have ever met and Suzan adored him. He always said that they would get married the day after his twentieth birthday which was tradition in his family and on that night he would take her to heaven. He always said this and she believed him. He insisted that on their wedding night was to be their first night together, as it had always been meant to be. The wedding went flawlessly, and after all the guests that were travelling had left he took her to their hotel room, removing her wedding dress and kissing every part of her exposed skin as it was revealed. He then laid her out on the bed and took her for the first time. He was gentle with her as his prick entered her pristine vagina. A small trace of blood stained his penis as he withdrew it the first time. She let out a little scream as he broke her hymen, but he went on to fuck her and bring her to the height of ecstasy. She did not orgasm but she was almost there and he knew it. He pulled out, turned her over and pulled her so she was bent over the edge of the bed, then said, "This is going to hurt a little more." Then without another word he slid his penis, lubricated only by her own juices, between the cheeks of her anus and into her anally. She tried to stop him as she didn't think this was right, but he took her and after the first thrust he began to ride her hard and fast, not caring about his new wife's pain or displeasure. Once he was done with her anus he forced her to her knees and held his still erect penis in front of her mouth telling her that she either opened her mouth or she would be never able to shut it again. She tried to keep her mouth shut as tears ran down her face. He grabbed her neck and began to squeeze; he then raised his other hand to strike her but she opened her mouth gasping for air before the blow struck and he slipped his penis into her mouth. Her first instinct was to bite him but he told her if she did he would peel the skin off her back and feed it to her, and at that point she believed him. He began to pump into her mouth, telling her all the time to take a breath as he withdrew. Gradually he was hitting the back of her mouth with each thrust. He then told her that each time he thrust forward and she felt him at the back of her mouth she was to swallow. At this point she was terrified and tried to do as he asked, but was unable to time it right and she could tell that he was getting annoyed. He had had enough so he grabbed the back of her head and started to pull it onto him harder. With each thrust his penis forced its way down her throat. She began to choke but he did not show any mercy; he continued the assault on her mouth until his pubic bone mashed against her open mouth and his penis was as far down her throat as it would go. He held her there impaled on his penis, and she gagged and flailed around not getting any air. Then just as she was about to pass out he pulled her head off him and she was able to gulp down some vitally needed air. As she fell back onto the floor, her chest heaved up and down with each gasp of air. The bowel taste filled her mouth; as she gazed up in horror, he walked towards her. His eyes burned with lust, his face contorted with rage as he sneered down upon her. This couldn't be the same kind, gentle soul she fell in love with, the man she married. This all had to a bad dream, a nightmare she desperately wanted to awake from. His swollen penis, glimmering with her juices, swayed back and forth, appearing to grow larger with each step. Her only thought was to escape this nightmare; glancing around the room, she made a mad dash for the door. Her trembling fingers fumbled with the lock but they failed her. She felt his hot breath as he wrapped his hand around her neck once more, sending a cold shiver down her spine. He pushed her against the door, squeezing her neck all the time, then she felt the tip of his penis slide in between her thighs moving back and forth, grazing the base of her moist pubic hair, causing her lips to tremble. With each thrust she felt his weight push against her nakedness, pinning her against the door. Skin to skin, he started to grind his sweaty body onto hers. She could sense the animal lust grow within him once more; the pounding of his heart echoed within her chest. He slowly worked his cock between the tender cheeks, probing her rose bud which was sore from his first anal assault. She wanted to scream for help, but before she did he slid one hand from her neck to cover her mouth, stifling the scream. His lips next to her ear whispered a quiet, "Hush, this is our wedding night; we don't want to be disturbed," as his fingers of the other hand tighten. Silent sobs passes from her lips as his cock made its way closer to her violated anus, forcing its way through the fleshy mounts. He let his hands drop down and held her legs up giving him easy access to her abused anus once more. Then he whispered into her ear once again, "Reach down and spread your ass for me my love ... daddy's cumming home." Tears started to roll down her face as her trembling hands inched their way down. Her finger tips brushed against his throbbing member and she could feel the blood coursing through its veins. Waiting for a moment, she reluctantly exposed her once virgin arse. The head of his firm cock pressed against her anus. Pausing for a moment, a smirk crossed his lips. He slowly drove the tip of his cock inward, her muscles tightened to stop the unwanted anal intruder. The added resistance only fortified his desireand he pressed on with all his weight. Her tired and sore muscles relented, his cock slid in, her taut body jerked as a high pitched groan hissed past her clenched teeth. Her breathing became laboured, her body ached and her thoughts were clouded with the waves of pain sweeping her body. Worst of all, that tiny itch, deep within her pussy started to grow. With a rumbling grunt he drove the entire shaft deep into her bowels. He watched with a lustful glee seeing his shaft disappear into her arse. As he began fucking her arse with a piston like action, he repositioned his hands. Sliding them up to grasp her tits, mauling and squeezing them, tweaking each nipple to full attention between his fingers. As the sexual assault continued it was becoming more difficult for her to distinguish between pain and an unnatural sexual pleasure that continued to grow. That tiny itch was growing larger with each stroke of his cock. She knew this was wrong but she thought, 'I am his wife now and this is what he wants, but I mustn't enjoy this. But why am I feeling so strange?' She didn't know as her emotions were all over the place. He pounded into her pulling at her legs getting them higher so he could get deeper into the most private part of her body; finally he climaxed and jerked violently as his spunk splashed the walls of her bowels. Once finished he pulled out of her and let her drop to the floor. "It's clean up time again; open wide," he ordered. She instantly knew what he meant and opened her mouth so he could do what he wanted, hoping that would be the end of it. His penis was softening, but he still was able to get it into her throat and he pumped into her, telling her what to do with her tongue. Once he had had enough he pulled out of her and she fell into a heap. "Get into the bathroom and clean yourself up. You have some more entertaining to do yet, but you won't have to get dressed." Carl disappeared and she dragged herself to the bathroom, turned on the shower and sat under the water, hoping that the water would wash away the memories of what had just happened. Carl went to the bar. On the bar was a large Cognac and with it his three brothers. "Was it good?" asked the oldest of the brothers. "Yes, she was tight, Keith; she tried to put up a fight. But I soon fucked that out of her," Carl said to his brothers. "Now it's our turn. Does she have any idea what's about to happen to her?" asked another one of Carl's brothers. "No! But does that matter? It's tradition, Andrew. The same was done to Keith's wife Paul's and yours. You don't want some of it?" "Of course I do," said Andrew, gulping down his Cognac. "Who's first?" asked Carl, holding up the pass key to his room. "I am first; I am the oldest," said Keith, grabbing the key card. Keith walked off towards the room. Once at the door he pushed it into the slot and pushed the door open. He could not see his prey but with the shower running he knew where she was. He walked into the shower room and there she was, still huddled in the shower, her make-up running down her face. Suzan cowered as Keith approached her. He reached forward and turned off the shower, then grabbed Suzan by the hair and pulled her out and back into the bedroom, throwing her wet body towards the bed. He undid the belt on his trousers, then folded it in half. He held it above his head and brought it down fast, letting the loop of it hit Suzan's naked flesh. It caught her arm and the pain shot through her body as a deep red welt appeared on her flesh. "Open your legs and face me!" Keith ordered. "No I won't," Suzan shouted back at him, but as soon as she opened her mouth the belt struck again catching her back. Suzan screamed as the belt once again marked her skin. "Last chance! Do what I tell you first time or I will make you, and you will not like the way I do that, so it is your choice," Keith said raising his arm once again. Suzan shuffled around and opened her legs just a little to give this monster a look at her pussy. "Wider, wider, that's better, now hold your knees and don't move." he said as he let one end of his belt go, doubling its length again. 'WOOOOOOSH!' The belt came flying through the air hitting her hard on her labia. Suzan screamed "AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!" shutting her legs immediately, much to Keith's annoyance. "You stupid bitch, open your fucking legs and keep them open." With tears pouring down her cheeks she opened her legs and once again the belt struck her pussy. Her knees closed instinctively but she opened them once more, realising there was nothing she could do. Twice more the belt hit her tender parts; her pussy was throbbing with pain and she prayed that this man would stop. Keith put the belt down and grabbed Suzan's hair, pulling. "Ok, bitch, undo my trousers and take out your master's penis and worship it." Suzan took it out; it was smaller than Carl's and she let out a little snigger, which got her a slap across the face that sent her head spinning. "Kiss it, and clean it. Make it ready for it to use your cunt." Suzan duly complied, licking its small length. Once Keith was happy with the degradation he had inflicted on his brother's wife, he pulled her up onto the bed, forcing her legs apart. He pushed his penis into her abused pussy, allowing his full weight to press on her pubic area. She knew he didn't care for her discomfort so she just lay there and let him do as he wished. It was not long before he shot his load into her. He was grunting hard, trying to make her cum, but as soon as he shot his load his cock went soft immediately. She was going to laugh but she knew that would get her hurt further so kept her mouth shut. "That was good wasn't it? You have never been fuck like that before," gloated Keith, thinking he had fucked her harder than his brother. Suzan knew the truth and said nothing, just looked down at the floor, not making eye contact, as she knew she would have laughed at him. Even though he had hurt her physically he could never satisfy her sexually. He pulled his trousers up and left the room leaving Suzan wondering what was to come next. Keith returned to the bar where another cognac was awaiting him. "She behaved herself did she?" asked Carl. "Not at first, but I persuaded her that it was in her best interest to do as I told her. She will be sore for weeks from the fucking I gave her," he boasted, handing the key card to Paul who took a last swig of his drink and walked off to the room where his prey awaited. Carl and Keith bragged about the things they did to Carl's wife, telling Andrew that it was his turn next and he would have to work hard to outdo their prowess with a woman. At the room Paul pushed the key in the door and it opened. On the bed lay Suzan; she had always liked Paul as he had always been protective of her and she could not understand why he was involved in this abuse. "I am sorry Suzan if my brothers have hurt you. I did hope this was all a thing of the past since my father died, but I am wrong." "So I guess it's your turn now; what do you want? Fuck me or shove your prick up my arse or everything? I thought you were better than this." "I am, but I don't agree with this and I will be gentle with you and I have brought you this," putting his hand in his pocket, he pulled out a small bottle. "Oh you want to drug me and then abuse me, do you?" Suzan retorted. "No that's not what they are for; they are pain killers. I know what Keith is like and I did think you would be in a lot of pain. I remember what he did to my wife with his belt and I see he did the same to you. Take two and the pain won't be half as bad," Paul said, handing her a bottle of water from the mini bar. Suzan took two as he had instructed; soon the pain that Carl and Keith had inflicted on her faded somewhat, and she calmed down a little. Paul sat beside her and began to caress her body; soon they where kissing as if they were lovers and she helped him out of his shirt and then his trousers. She lay back on the bed as he poised himself between her legs, lowering himself until his penis was touching her bruised pussy. She jumped as the slight pressure from his manhood sent a sharp reminder of what had happened before. Paul eased forward and her lips unfolded as his shaft entered her. She gasped as he filled her completely. He lowered himself until his pubic bone was just above hers then began making love to his brother's wife. He could tell that she was in pain, but she was letting him do what he had started as she slowly increased the pace of the lovemaking by bringing her hips up to meet his thrusts. The tingles that she felt earlier were returning and this was an amazing experience for the young bride. The third man she had had in as many hours was going to make her orgasm, and gradually the tinges became waves of pleasure and lust, and her moans were not of pain they were of pleasure, as her orgasm built. Paul moved position to make his thrusts deeper. Suzan just went with the flow of this and let a long moaaaaaaaan that seemed to come from her very soul as her orgasm caused her eyes to see colours that she had never seen before. The feeling and emotions that flashed through her body were overwhelming to her and her body convulsed as she came again and again. Paul relaxed his pounding, allowing her time to experience the full effect of each orgasm before increasing his insertions so she would go through it again. She lost count of how many orgasms she had, but she thought it was fantastic and did not want it to end. But Paul could not hold out any longer and let his cum slip from his body into hers. She now knew what making love was like; not the harshness of her husband or the abuse of Keith, and she was now a complete woman. She had had her first orgasm given to her by a man, and had accepted his love juice willingly. Suzan and Paul lay together for a while; his penis gradually softened inside her and slipped from her body. They kissed once more, then Paul pulled away from her and looked at her body as he got dressed. "Please take me away from this. I don't want to be Carl's wife; I want to be with you!" she said, starting to sob. "I am sorry; that cannot happen. I am married and I love my wife. Look, Andrew is next. He is so drunk he will probably fall asleep before he has a chance to do anything to you. Look, when he gets here just get to your knees and undo his trousers before he has any time to think. Wank him off over your breasts or give him a blow job. He will think he fucked you and this part of the tradition will be over," Paul told her. "This part?" Suzan questioned. "Yes this part; You have more to do after Andrew. You will need those tablets later, but I wouldn't let Carl see them. Take two after Andrew has left and they will help you get through this. I will see you later. I am sorry," Paul said as he left the room. Another Cognac was waiting as Paul returned, and as Paul predicted Andrew was out of it. He handed him the key and gave him a push towards the door of the bar. Andrew staggered out, found the room, and fumbled to open the door. Suzan took Paul's advice and was on her knees as he opened the door. He stumbled forward so she got up and guided him to the bed, sitting him down. She then got on her knees, undid his trousers, took his penis in her hands and started to masturbate the youngest of the three brothers. "That's it, bitch. Get me hard, use your mouth. I am going to fuck all of your holes and make you scream for more." She opened her mouth and took his penis into it and gradually he became erect. He tried to force her to take his penis all the way into her mouth, but in his state she easily brushed his hands away and masturbated him until she felt his penis shudder. Then three splats of cum came oozing out of his shaft. She let it fall on her breasts, and continued to milk him until he was shaking and howling as another two spurts of cum shot out of him. He tried to sit up so, she quickly put his penis in her mouth and made out he was choking her. He seemed pleased with himself, and pushed her head off him, saying, "That's how you fuck a whore's face." He tried to pull up his trousers but was far too unsteady, so she helped him and sent him on his way. As advised she took another two tablets and lay on the bed as if Andrew had fucked her hard. She was hurting badly but with Paul's help she was coping with what had happened to her. She lay there for what seemed like ages, and then heard the door once more. Her husband Carl had returned to see his wife abused. "I guess you hurt down there. What about your arse? Any of my brothers get it up there?" he said as he pushed his hand down between her legs, pushing his palm over both of her holes and then flicking a finger on the rosebud of her anus. She let out a squeal as if she was hurting, but the full effect of the tablets that Paul had given her had taken effect and the pain had subsided. She knew she was sore but it was just the pressure she was now feeling. "Ok; put this on and be quick about it!" Carl said, holding up ribbed leather Basque and knickers set with stockings. She looked at him and then the outfit. She tried to get up but the effects of the drugs made her unsteady. Luckily Carl took this for the pain she was supposed to be in and laughed, throwing the underwear on the bed. She reached for a towel to wipe the cum of her but Carl stopped her, saying, "That's your badge of ownership and to prove we have left our seed in you." She put the knickers on, stepped into the Basque and pulled it up over her hips. Carl got behind her and told her, "Breath in," then with an almighty tug on the laces on the back, tightened it up so that her waist almost vanished and her breasts stuck out over the top. She could hardly breathe it was so tight. Then he gave her a dress that was so short and tight it accentuated the confinement of her body. The final humiliation came when he took a dog collar and lead from his bag and told her to put it on. What was to happen to her from there on she had no idea ... The Wedding It had been a year since the events of the party. When Lauren had been caught being unfaithful to her fiance Steven, with a black stranger called Marcus. She had been drunk and stoned, and had done and said things she regretted, but the next morning her senses had returned and she had set about putting things right. She had gone to the family planning clinic and picked up the morning after pill, and then started trying to win back her fiance's trust. It had been a difficult first month, but then Lauren had given Steven an ultimatum; trust her again, or she would leave forever. So he had agreed to trust her again. He had re-proposed marriage, and she had agreed. They set a date. And that date was upon them. * * * Lauren was in the dressing room in the church. Lauren looked at herself in the mirror. She set the veil on her head. She could have easily not made it to this place, but she had imagined it since she was a little girl and had fought for it hard. She overcame the obstacles of her own lust, and her husbands trust issues and had finally made it. Minutes from the altar. There was a knock at the door. "Yes?" She looked towards the door. "Its me," he smiled at her, "Steven." "Steven," she grinned back, teasing, "its bad luck for a groom to see the bride before the wedding. In her dress." He looked back out of the door, "I've got a surprise for you." "What is it?" She ran a brush through her long blonde hair. "Well, you know you said you needed to know I trust you before we got married?" He asked. "I believe you," she reassured him. "Yes but I've got proof," he waved a hand to someone outside. Marcus entered the room. "Hi," he smiled handsomely. "Marcus?" her stomach turned somersaults, "What are you doing here?" She was happier than she thought she'd be to see him again. She had wanted to talk to him about what had happened between them that night, but had known that if she had contacted him she might lose her fiance forever. But now he was here in front of her, excited butterflies danced in her tummy. "He's going to be my best man," Steven explained. "What?" Lauren looked between them. "He'll be up there with us," Steven went on, "as we get married." "Are you sure that's what you want?" Lauren couldn't believe her ears. "Its the only way I can think of to prove it," he nodded. "Now I better go and talk to Max; explain why he's no longer the best man." "You do that..." Lauren nodded. She didn't envy her fiance the task at all. Max would be devastated. Steve left the room. Marcus looked at Lauren. "We need to talk," he told her. Her belly tingled again. "Yes," she agreed. Marcus left the room. Lauren looked in the mirror again. Her mind was reeling. But before she could set her thoughts in order, there was another knock at the door. It was her friend Cindy. "How are you doing hon'?" her best friend smiled at her. "Oh god Cindy," she took her friends hand, "I think I'm making a horrible mistake!" "What," Cindy closed the door behind her, "in marrying Steve?" "Yes!" She nodded. "Look, I keep having thoughts about another man. Impure thoughts," she admitted. "You mean Marcus?" "How did you know?" "You forget I was at that party last year," Cindy explained, "I brought Marcus there as my date, remember?" The only thing Lauren could remember about that night was having the best sex of her life. "And I don't think there was a person at that party who didn't hear you yelling about how you wanted to keep Marcus' spunk in you!" Cindy laughed. "Oh god, really?" Lauren covered her face with her hand hiding an embarrassed smile. "Look, Steve is a guy who could forgive you even that," Cindy squeezed her friends hand comfortingly. "Everyone's sitting in the church waiting. You've got to do your duty." "Your right," Lauren nodded. "You're right. Its just cold feet I guess." Cindy left Lauren to apply her makeup. There was another knock on the door. "Come in," Lauren called. It was Marcus. "Lauren...?" he said as he closed the door behind him. "Marcus!" she gasped. Why was it that he made her knees tremble when she saw him? She had to get hold of herself; it was her wedding day! "We need to talk," he walked over to the bride. "I don't think it can wait given the circumstances." "Yes you're right," she nodded. "I want to put an end to our unfinished business right now." "Unfinished?" he smiled. "Yes," she said. "I want to start my marriage with a clean slate." "So you think what we had was unfinished?" He took her shoulders in his large black hands. "Look I don't think you¡¯re listening to me," she looked up at him. He was at least a foot taller than her. "No," he picked her up roughly by the shoulders and sat her on the dresser, "I think you're not listening to you." "What?" she felt his hands roam under her wedding dress. "To what you really want," he hooked his thumbs into her knickers and removed them in a swift motion without even crumpling her stockings. It was a manoeuvre he had pulled that first time. "I want to get married... I..." she pushed at his chest. "No," he was insistent as he held her still and took his large cock out of his tuxedo's pants, "you want this." He lifted up her dress and exposed her pussy. He stepped forward and slid his huge dark member between her pale thighs towards the entrance of her betrothed chamber. "Stop," she cried out, but not so loud that anyone outside the room could hear. "Don't! I don't want this..." Marcus wedged the head of his cock into the bride's vagina. "I'm about to get married in like, four minutes..." she gasped at the penetration. It had been a year since her pussy had been ravaged like this. And in that time it had gradually shrank back to its original pre-Marcus size. She had done pelvic exercises every day trying to get her old shape back, but with one thrust Marcus had undone a year of work. "We don't have time..." Lauren pleaded. She looked at the dressing room door, that at any moment someone from hers or the groom¡¯s family could burst through and catch her like this. Legs spread and enjoying the illicit fruits of interracial infidelity. Marcus pressed home his dark meat until Lauren felt it bottom out on her cervix. His tangerine size balls nuzzling into her crotch. It was a feeling of complete fullness and satisfaction she had never felt with her husband-to-be. It was a whole year since her body had given itself to that intense pleasure of bare black cock and it was greedy for it. "Oh god okay but quickly..." she gasped. She wrapped her stockinged legs around him and put he hands on the table behind her for support so she could drive her unfaithful pussy up into him. She could feel him grab her buttocks in his large black hands and plunge into her as deep as he could. "Come in me quickly," she begged as she watched the door to the room over his shoulder. "No matter what happens, we keep ending up like this, with you about to come in me unprotected." "Its fate," he ploughed into her. "I feel like it should be you up there with me," she moaned at the pleasure that only he could give her unfaithful body. There was yet another knock on the door. The lovers froze. "Come on, its time," they heard Cindy call through the door. "I'll be right out!" Lauren replied. She pushed Marcus off her, and out of her body. "I've got to go," she gasped at the sudden hollowness in her belly as he left her. This was it. She was actually getting married right now. There was no time to find her knickers and put them back on. She would just have to walk down the aisle like she was. "Take this," Marcus held out her hand just before she went through the door. He handed her a hotel room key. She recognized it as from the hotel she and Steve had booked for their honeymoon. She put the key in her bra. The organ music played the wedding march. Her father took her arm in his. Lauren walked down the aisle. Though her face was smiling serenely at her friends and family internally she was thinking about her fluttering insides and still buzzing pussy. She stood on the stage in front of the vicar. As he started reciting the vows for her to repeat she found her mind wondering into a day dream, a parallel universe where she had not taken the morning-after pill and stood on the same altar glowing with pregnant radiance. She stood next to Marcus reciting her vows to him and she found herself glowing not just with pregnancy, but with a lust that felt deeper than any so called 'love' she had ever felt. What did it mean, she wondered, that while she was speaking her vows in church to her soon-to-be husband, she was in fact looking deep into the eyes of the best man over his shoulder, lost in a fantasy so strong that when she was told the groom could kiss the bride, she had to stop herself pushing past the groom and kissing Marcus. Stevens kiss woke her from her unfaithful visions, and to her surprise she realised that she was now a married woman. A newlywed Mrs. Steve Tremaine. She knew that it meant she must never have those fantasies again; her last mental fling before a life of faithfulness. She determined that although she had been a pretty terrible fiance, she would be the ultimate wife. Later. Steve and Lauren Tremaine entered the wedding suite. Lauren sat down on the bed and Steve took up a bottle of champagne off a tray. "Wow, can you believe that?" Lauren grinned at her husband "We finally did it!" "Are you ready to perform your wifely duties?" he asked her as he twisted the wire that held on the champagne bottle's cork. "Have you got condoms?" Lauren untied the fastening on her white high heel. "Do we really need them?" he popped the cork. "Look, come on, I just became a wife. I don't want to become a mother all in one day," she explained apologetically. "All the women in my family are very fertile remember? Come on, I'm not saying never, I'm just saying not yet, okay?" "Okay I understand," he poured the champagne somewhat disappointedly into the two crystal flute glasses. She was still on tenterhooks from her earlier interrupted intercourse with Marcus. She needed to finish what had been started. "I'll go down to the lobby and get some okay?" she put her foot back into the bridal heel and fastened it, "Just wait here and I'll be back soon to consummate this thing." Lauren left the honeymoon suit and walked down the corridor. She wasn't sure in herself at what point she had decided to use the room key Marcus had given her, but she found herself sliding the key into the lock and opening his door. Marcus rose from the bed and joined her at the door. Without talking their lips found each other and interlocked. Lauren felt their tongues entwine and their saliva intermingle. Why did it feel so right as well as so wrong? They broke the kiss. "You're married," he said simply. "You're right," she looked down, "Steve will be wondering where I am..." He put his hand under her chin and lifted her eyes to meet his, "If you were mine I wouldn't let you out of my sight. What did you leave for?" "I went to get condoms," she explained. "You mean you always use condoms when you're with him?" he grinned. "Yes... but..." she was suddenly shy of him. She looked away. "But you let me inside you bareback?" He slung his arms round her and pulled her body against his. "Its not that I let you," she smiled coyly, "I wanted you bareback." "You're a married woman now," he said to her, "you shouldn't be talking to another man like that." "Tell me again what you'd do if I was yours?" she looked up at him. "Well," he nudged the door closed with his foot, "I wouldn't send you off for condoms." "I wouldn't want them," she put her arms around his waist. "I would have given you this," he reached into the pocket of his tux and pulled out a jewellery box. He flipped its lid revealing a ring with a diamond almost twice the size of the one that currently adorned her married hand. "Oh Marcus," she breathed, "It's beautiful." He put the ring back in his jacket and picked her up like she was light as a feather, "I would have picked you up like this, and put you on the bed like this." He laid her on his bed. She noticed then that Marcus too had booked a honeymoon suite. She remembered her husband sitting in theirs, waiting for her to return with contraception. She knew she should be going back to him, but this was far more exciting. "Then what would you do?" She asked Marcus as she arranged herself on the bed. "This," Marcus lifted up her wedding dress exposing her bare pussy. She was a picture; a newly wed in full wedding dress, white stockings and garters, exposed pussy ready for invasion. Marcus unzipped his tux's trousers and rolled them to his knees. His hefty throbbing manhood expectant and hungry for white married pussy. "You went down the aisle like this? With your pussy all bare?" Marcus held his cock in his hand to aim it at the entrance to her vagina. "Yes..." her hands sought his cock and pointed it towards her eager married sex to ensure it went in her as quickly as possible. "Marcus," she panted, "when I was at the altar, I was thinking of you." She knew without doubt that the first cock she wanted inside her newlywed cunt was not her husbands. "I know, I could tell," he grinned. "In fact I think everyone there could see you were looking at me when you said 'I do'" He plunged the tip of his cock into her unfaithful cunt. "Oh god," she moaned, "no matter how many times you're inside me, I'm always surprised by how big you are." He paused with just an inch inside her belly to allow her to catch her breath and grow accustomed to its size. "I wish it had been you up there with me," she took off her wedding band and threw it to the floor. She heard it tinkle musically as it struck the wall. He sank his black dick deeper into her belly. She could feel every ridge and vein. It struck her that a cock of Marcus' size made the idea of the G-spot pointless. There was no need to single out any particular region of her inner wall as it was stretched to the point where his flesh was against her every spot. "We can be married right now," he said just as his meat pressed into her womb. "What do you mean?" She sat up on his lap, relishing every pressure inside her. "Here," he took out the ring, "I have this for you. Will you accept it?" "I'll take anything you want to give me," she purred. "Yes yes I will." She could not remember every being this excited, this exhilarated. Her body shook with anticipation. "Okay, Mrs. Tremaine, will you take me Marcus Brown to be your lawful wedded husband?" He drew out his cock for the first time, then thrust it deeply into her. "Yes," she moaned, half in answer to his question, half at the incredible stimulation his cock was giving her. "Wait for it," he laughed "to have and to hold," "Yes!" she pleaded, this time just to his question. At that moment she wanted to have and hold him, to belong to him more than anything else in the world. He moved out of her again and she felt like the suction created be the seal of her stretched pussy lips would turn her inside out. She rocked back onto him, greedily accepting his invasion. She was ready to be wedded in her white dress. Her love-groom dressed ready in his tux. Consummating their illicit and unlawful marriage as they swore their unfaithful but heartfelt vows. They were one animal and moved in a soft slow swaying motion. Waves of unbridled pleasure prickled over her white skin. "In sickness and in health till death do us part?" he asked her. She put her hands down between them and felt her own pubic hair brushing against Marcus'. She pushed her fingertips between their pubic regions and below that she could feel the taught band that was her pussy now transformed into an orifice of pure electric pleasure. Below that Marcus' shaft wetting her fingers with their combined juices, ploughing into her. He was really there, really bare back inside her. "I do. I so do. Do you take me?" she pleaded between kisses. "I do," he said. She felt his hand slipping the large diamond ring down onto her finger. She felt it there with her thumb. She was his now. His flesh moved within her. As her mother had told her, girls were extremely fertile in her family, and Lauren felt sure that Marcus' intoxicating DNA must be teeming with strong sperm ready to seek out her egg. She wondered what her mother would think if she knew her married womb was bouncing up and down on the end of this mans cock. In fact it was probably just this sort of situation her mother had been trying to warn her of. How would she explain it to her parents, the last they saw of her she was walking down the aisle, then she would come home pregnant with a black baby. She wanted it now, his baby inside her; that's what married couples did, and it was her wedding day. "I now pronounce us man and wife," Marcus whispered into her ear. She felt his balls tighten with her thighs and his cock jerk within her. She wanted all of it; as much illegitimate sperm as he could supply her willing womb unfaithfully sucked it out of him. It was like a hose in her gushing potent black DNA into her cheating productive centre. She came harder than she knew was possible mostly caused by the knowledge of fertilization. "Oh wow," she gasped. "I think that was the best I've ever had, Mr. Brown." "It only gets better from here on out Mrs. Brown," he grinned. She held him his dark cock still buried in her. Her in her sullied wedding dress, her white stockings long since bunched at her ankles. "I love it when you call me that," she flirted, "Look, there's something I have to say. Last time, a year ago, when I said I wanted to have your baby..." "You were drunk," he nodded, "I understand." "No what I'm trying to say is that I'd forgive you if you didn't believe me but this time it's different," she looked up at him with doe eyes. They were shiny with tears, "I'm not drunk or stoned or anything. This is me, here, sober and sane telling you if I'm pregnant now, I want to keep it." "If you're not?" He brushed a lock of her blonde hair from her cheek. "Then it'll be the funnest project ever!" She grinned, "I'll stay in this room till you do your husbandly duties and knock me up!" "Hang on," he told her as he started to pull his large member from her body. "Do you have to?" she wriggled to try and keep it inside her. "I'll only be gone for a second," he explained, "then I'll order us strawberries on room service and feed them to you. Then I'll get back down to my husbandly duties as you call them." "That sounds like heaven!" She slid back off him allowing his cock to slide out of her. "Oh Marcus Brown you make me happier than I've ever been." "So do you Lauren Brown," he grinned as he picked up the phone. "I'll never get tired of hearing you say that," she sighed. Her first wedding of the day seemed like a kind of dream. But her second unofficial wedding to Marcus seemed more real. It was as if Marcus and Steven lived in too separate worlds and she had crossed over from the one Steven lived in to be with her black lover. The next morning Lauren woke in Marcus' strong arms feeling a contented peace that she had not experienced yet in her life. She could not believe all those poor white women in non-interracial relationships were just going about there business unaware of the incredible treasures they were missing out on. It wasn't just that Marcus' girth had stretched her pussy almost to the point of tearing so that when he wasn't in her she still felt like part of him was. It was more the feeling that when he held her in his arms, his cock jetting spurt after spurt of thick potent baby making-sperm deep into her uterus, she felt on some carnal level that her white-woman's body had been designed for the purpose of being bred by a black man. The Wedding She stood up from the bed careful not to wake him and padded naked across the honeymoon suite's carpeted floor. In front of the mirror she held her own belly and turned to the side. Her stomach would soon swell with Marcus' black baby, her breasts would also develop from the state she now witnessed. She wondered if the life they were to create together would already be growing inside her womb. She knew that Marcus would be a good strong father to the child, and her a doting mother. How could she not dote on a child that had been created by such a perfect union? She looked at Marcus' ring on her finger and made a promise to herself that was a union she would respect. So far she had not had a good track record when it came to being faithful. But having sampled the best, there was no temptation to go back. Marcus roused. "Hey baby," he called to her, "come back to bed." She arched her back flirtatiously with her hands on her knees. Her golden locks forming a veil over her big blue eyes, "Oh you're ready for another try at fatherhood are you?" "You bet" Marcus put his muscled arms behind his head and reclined as he admired her petite form. "I was just watching you looking at your belly in the mirror wishing for a child and I thought I'd like to give you one." She padded over to the bed and knelt down next to him. "Not just any child," she gazed into his dark eyes. "Your child." Her eyes roved over his body, drinking in his dark skin, muscled six-pack, and his rapidly hardening cock below. She admired it now; she considered it a work of art. It was not just large but also beautifully shaped and its shiny purple head made her mouth water. "I can't believe I've never tasted your beautiful cock," she commented. She bent down and put her lips to the smooth head. She widened them and let her head drift down as more of his stiff black cock pushed past her rosy lips. She could feel it twitch with pleasure and syrupy precome globbed out onto her tongue. She swirled it round her mouth savouring her first taste before she swallowed it down her throat and into her belly. She sucked on his cock hungrily. Marcus watched her head bobbing up and down. He considered no sight finer than a white wife's pink lips clamped round his shaft, framed by her mussed golden hair. "Oh god you're too good," he gasped. "I'm going to do it!" She lifted her head making sure no precome was wasted she swallowed quickly to say "Wait, I don't want to waste any!" She turned and sat on his Dick doggy style taking him into her pussy as deep as it would go. Her hands sought between her legs and gripped his balls, pushing them into her sex. "Give it to me good," she begged. It occurred to her that maybe sperm from a black donor had an extra intoxicating effect on white women. That when black DNA splashed into their white unprotected and fertile wombs, nature had in its wisdom granted them with the automatic reward of instant orgasm to let them know that it was what nature had intended when it created the two races. Her eyes rolled back into her head, she bit her lip and juddered with the full force of climax. The Wedding Richard Plumy had agreed to go to the wedding against his better judgement, he hated weddings and he knew his wife would leave him unattended whilst she fussed about making sure everything was just so for her cousin's reception, she was always the same. Richard usually sat about drinking too much at such affairs and getting the worse for drink. His mind went back to his own wedding, then Sally had been young vibrant and sexy, but after the marriage she had let herself go. She was now plump what some would describe as dumpy, sex had slowly deteriorated from twice a day to once a month as Richard did not find her stimulating. Sally had stopped attracting her husband and regarded him as an ornament and a provider she considered him asexual and of no real threat to anyone in any sexual sort of way. Richard however still had sexual urges, it was just that with Sally his performance had diminished considerably, but he still had wild dreams of the days when he had been up there with the best of them. He hoped that somehow this would be the day he could live out his fantasy but there was little hope of that, in his mind he hoped that this time would be different, he had no idea how the day would change his mind about weddings. The following day Richard first had to drive his wife to the bride's house; when they arrived Richard went into the lounge and poured himself the first drink of the day whilst Sally, his wife, went up to see the bride. Sally was to be the Matron of honour and she hurried up to see if Madeleine was anywhere near ready. Richard could hear the commotion above him and from curiosity he wandered up to see what the fuss was about. There sat the bride in a silk robe with tears running down her face, the robe was partially open and Richard could see she was naked beneath the clinging material. He felt his prick twitch as he saw her firm young breasts partially exposed, the sight brought back memories of long ago when he had married the 'now plump' Sally. Madeleine was distraught and as Sally put her arms around her; Madeleine looked up and sobbed, "Oh Sally everything is going wrong, last night I had a terrible row with Charles, I wanted to wait to have sex until after the wedding, I know we have had sex many times before; but I wanted tonight to be special. As usual he had his way and it was a disaster, he gets me in the mood and then has to go out to buy condoms." "I thought those were a thing of the past now that the pill is so readily available." Sally said looking surprised. "I can't take them, I'm allergic to something in the make up of the dammed things, but let me get back to last night. When he returned with the condoms I had gone back but he couldn't wait and inevitably he came long before I was ready, leaving me very frustrated. We had a frightful row and he stormed off. Then this morning Uncle Frank who was going to give me away rang in sick, he's had a heart attack. I never thought he was the nervous type so now what do I do? How can I ask someone to give me away at such short notice?" Sally had heard Richard come up stairs and she went to the door and motioned for him to come on into the bedroom and she said to Madeleine, "Richard will help you I'm sure; he will be only too willing to step into the breach and help you Madeleine, won't you Richard?" Richard stepped into the room unable to take his eyes off the bride's breasts as the robe opened further. "Oh yes," he said, "I'll do anything to help you Madeleine, anything at all." "Don't just stand there gawping Richard get the girl's dress from over there or she will be late." Sally wiped Madeleine's tears from her reddened eyes and whispered, "Just ignore Richard, he's quite harmless; let's get you looking something like normal" Richard walked across the room to where the white dress hung on a hanger on the front of the wardrobe and as he reached up he heard Sally say, "Let's get you dressed. " Richard turned dress in hand and to Richards surprise Sally slipped off Madeleine's robe leaving the young woman totally naked. Richard felt his penis begin to firm and he held the dress infront of him to hide the growing bulge. "Sit by the mirror dear and let's get your underwear on. Sally said Richard's mouth was dry as he stared openly at the naked figure infront of the mirror his prick was throbbing in the tightness of his trousers. Sally dried Madeleine's eyes seemingly oblivious to Richard's presence. Madeleine put on the flimsy bra and thong panties as Richard brought the dress towards them. Richard stood whilst Sally put Madeleine's makeup on and when the bride's reddened eyes where touched up and she looked as pretty as a picture. "Stand up Madeleine and let Richard put your dress over your head." Sally said, Richard put his hands under the skirt of the wedding dress and stepped forward and lowered the dress down over the brides head. The ache in his groin was almost unbearable as he stood close to the scantily clad bride to be. Madeleine looked down at the bulge in Richard's trousers; she gaped at the apparent size of it and smiled but said nothing. She was still as horney as could be and an idea of how to get back at Charles was forming in her mind. "Richard do up the back of the dress whilst I put the finishing touches to Madeleine's make up and don't mess up her hair. I'll put the head dress on. Make yourself useful get her knee high's from over on the bed." Richard helped and the last thing he was asked to do was to put on the brides shoes. As he knelt down to put on the shoes he could see up under the bridal gown and the tiny blue thong panties made his hard erection even harder. The bridesmaid, Susan, another of Sally's nieces' arrived just as Madeleine was finally inspected by Sally and shortly afterwards the wedding car arrived to take the Matron of Honour and the bridesmaid to the church; it was only due to return for the bride and Richard when it had delivered them. Richard could not help but notice Susan the bridesmaid she was in her early twenties and the flared short ballerina skirt which showed off her legs to their best advantage. Richard ogled but hid his face, what he wouldn't do to have either the bride or the bridesmaid, but that was all in his wildest imagination. Finally Sally and Susan left in the hired limousine and Richard and Madeleine would wait somewhat impatiently for it to return to pick them up. Richard sat with Madeleine and she looked wonderful in her white wedding gown and Madeleine looked at him and said, "Oh thank you Richard for stepping into the breach at the last minute. I sure there must be something I can do for you in return." Richard shuffled uneasily, his erection clearly visible, bulging the front of his pants. He knew what she could do for him but all he could do was try to hide the signs of his obvious arousal. Madeleine smiled and walked up to Richard, the plan she had come up with to get back at Charles would have to be now or never, she reached down and drew her hand over the huge bulge and whispered huskily, "I can see you have a serious problem there, Richard. I'm sure I can give you some relief, its going to be some time before the car gets back for us." Without waiting for an answer Madeleine pulled down Richard's zip and pulled his underwear down then dropping to her knees she took the purple crown of his oversized penis between her open lips and sucked it into the warmth of her mouth. "Oh my God Madeleine I don't think we should be doing this." Madeleine sucked more of Richard's huge prick into her mouth and then she pulled up off it and said, "Jesus Richard I had no idea you had anything this size in your trousers. Sally is a very lucky woman." Richard was beyond any kind of control his prick throbbed and he pulled Madeleine to her feet and gently turned her away from him and bent her forward over the chair. He raised the hem of her wedding dress and pulled the delicate thong panties down revealing the brides swollen pussy. Madeleine was so aroused, she wondered if she dared go through with this. Madeleine had seen the look of wild lust in Richard's eyes and she knew he was up for it. She knew she should say no, but after the previous night and now that she had seen the size of Richard's erection she could not turn back. Madeleine felt Richard's probing fingers blatantly rub between her wet pussy lips; then he opened the pouting lips of her very wet pussy with his fingers and he moved forward. The head of Richard's rock hard prick pressed against the outer lips of her dripping pussy, Madeleine knew she was wet and that there was no time for foreplay, it had to be quick, the car would be back soon, she looked over her shoulder and whispered, "Oh God Richard, don't wait I need you to fuck me now before the car arrives." Richard needed no second bidding, he released the belt of his trousers letting them gather around his feet and he nuzzled the head between the puffy lips of Madeleine's swollen pussy and pushed forward. The outer lips split, like a piece of ripe fruit opened with a knife, as the thick shaft slid into her wet warmth. Madeleine was so aroused and still worked up from the previous evening and Richard was into the hilt in a single thrust. Richard moved with short sharp thrusts feeling the muscles within young Madeleine's vagina first stretch to accommodate his oversized prick and shortly afterwards they begin to clench and ripple as Madeleine reacted to the huge prick driving in and out of her pussy. She gave a deep moan and Richard could feel her climax burst almost as soon as he entered her. Richard was in his seventh heaven, his prick throbbed and he was mentally back in his youth, he paused, waiting for her to slowly release her grip on his rock hard shaft and when she relaxed, he pulled out, spun her around and laying her back on the couch he rammed his huge phallus deep inside her again. She gave a soft moan as Richard slid back into her up to the hilt, "Richard, be careful you are not wearing anything and I'm not on the pill." Richard mumbled something as he felt the tip of his penis brush against the cervix and his balls hard against Madeleine's firm young buttocks. Richard drove in hard and steadily built up the rhythm, Madeleine had never felt so full; Richard's massive prick was stretching her wider than Charles had ever done, she thrust up each time Richard drove into her, she was moaning as she felt yet another orgasm begin to well up inside her. Richard showed no hesitation as his actions became wilder and he felt Madeleine's legs encircle him, she felt wonderful as she lay there her wedding gown covering her face. He would have loved to get his lips around her young firm breasts but he could hear the car approaching and using his thumb on her swollen clitoris he rapidly brought her to another orgasm. With a shriek of pleasure she bucked up under him, Richard was almost at the point of no return and as Madeleine's hips rose up into the air and her vagina clamped down hard around his swelling shaft he knew it was too late. Richard gave a grunt of pleasure as his buttocks clenched sending jets of his sperm up the swelling shaft to explode deep inside her bridal pussy. Madeleine stiffened as she felt the warm sperm jetting up inside of her but the intense orgasm she was experiencing clouded her judgement Richard gave her all he had, feeling Madeleine's internal muscles grip and flutter along the jerking shaft forcing the fertile sperm deeper, penetrating the opening of her cervix. He gripped her buttocks pulling her up hard against him until finally the last of his seed dribbled from him and he pulled the thick shaft from her, now red and gaping pussy; the signs of Richard's sperm already gathering around the outer lips. He pulled her to her feet and pulled down the white wedding gown, Madeleine looked around just as the door bell rang; she grabbed a wad of tissues and put them between her legs to prevent the stream of sperm from running down her inner thighs. She straightened herself up touched the odd curl back in place and she walked out of the door on Richard's arm as if nothing had occurred. They arrived at the church and Richard walked her down the aisle with Sally and Susan walking behind them. The wedding went without a hitch and they all arrived at the reception. Richard helped wherever he could when he suddenly spotted Madeleine beckoning him to follow her through the door. He walked over and she asked him to follow her into a room set aside for the brides to change out of their wedding dresses. She turned and kissed him lifting her wedding dress up above her waist said, "I want you inside me again Richard, now before anyone misses us. You gave me the most intensive orgasm I've ever had in my life I think I'll be calling on your services for some time to come." What could Richard do? He dropped his trousers and shorts releasing his rapidly hardening penis, he lifted her up against his chest and taking advantage of knowing she was still without her panties he lowered her down until he was hard up inside her wet pussy. "Oh God! That's so nice," she moaned as se felt him slide up inside of her. Richard laid her back on the bed and took her hard, fast and deep. His thick prick ravaged her with no consideration for her new husband and she climaxed time and time again allowing sperm to flood up inside her fertile womb. She clamped her lips tight to stifle her screams of erotic ecstasy. Richard finally withdrew from her sodden spasming pussy, now surrounded with a ring of white foam made up of her own vaginal excretions and a surfeit of Richard's cum, and he wiped his penis, dripping with their combined creamy coating, on her petticoat. Madeleine pushed her hanky between her legs and stood up and walked unsteadily towards the door. Her face flushed with her sexual exertions and she whispered breathlessly, "Oh God I needed that; you are so much bigger than Charles. When are you going to be available again? I'm due to get back from my honeymoon two weeks today." Richard replied that he was soon off on holiday with Sally but he would ring her when he got back. Madeleine rejoined the reception and Richard walked in from a different entrance. Richard felt better than he had done for years he had fucked the young bride twice on her wedding day, he knew she could well be pregnant by him but that was Charles's problem now. Then to his surprise the sudden increase in his sexual demands had left him still very randy and looking for more sex. Although not as hard as he had been there was still a distinct bulge at the front of his pants. Richard watched as Sally fussed about with the arrangements making sure the meal and the wines were ready. Keeping a special watch on the wine waiters to ensure that each bottle emptied was accounted for; as the hotel was notorious for over charging for wine. She was going to be busy for at least an hour and Richard was very randy. He looked around the room scanning as he did so when he suddenly spotted Susan the bridesmaid talking to Madeleine, they had their heads together and Susan kept looking at Richard. Thinking no more of it Richard ordered a brandy from the waiter and stood to one side to wait for it to be delivered. The band had started playing and the bride and groom led the floor; soon most people were dancing when Richard felt a tug on his jacket. It was Susan she reached up and whispered in his ear. "Richard I have been hearing things about you; things I would never have guessed. You would appear to have hidden talents we never knew about. I think you and I had better have a chat don't you?" Richard could do nothing but nod he could not believe his luck; she dragged him eagerly towards the room where he had so recently had sex with the bride. They began to talk as they walked in the direction of the room, as they got further from the ballroom Richard could feel his penis getting harder at the prospect of another conquest. Susan was obviously excited and as soon as the door to the room closed behind them she put her arms around Richard's neck and kissed him hard. Richard pulled her to him and returned the kiss feeling her mouth open as he slid his tongue inside. She was obviously aroused and she pressed her firm young body against him feeling the thickness of his penis press against her, their tongues slid around each other in a frantic dance and her breathing became more laboured. Richard lifted her up in his arms; and laid her on her back on the bed where only an hour before he had so easily taken Madeleine. Richard was transported back in time, in his younger days he had been something of a sexual predator and he could feel his need grow like a fire out of control; there was no sign of any resistance as he ran his hand under young Susan's skirt feeling her hot pussy lips though her wet panties, which were showing obvious signs of her high state of arousal. Her gusset was soaking Richard slid his fingers under the wet material and rubbed along her pouting pussy lips. Susan drew in a sharp breath but offered no resistance or opposition. Richard removed his fingers and stood her up then with no hesitation he reached behind her and unzipped the dress which had a built in bra and as it fell forward her breasts were revealed. Richard let her get back on the bed before he bent forward and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth instantly feeling it harden as he heard her hard intake of breath. Richard's eager fingers had slid back under her panties and were buried deep within her wetness, he curled one of them to find her G-spot and his thumb rubbed against her emerging clitoris. She pushed up allowing Richard's finger to go deeper as he moved across and sucked on the other nipple, it enlarged as Richard's tongue swirled around its tip. Her breathing was now getting ragged and she said to Richard in a trembling voice. "Be gentle with me, you will be my first." Richard was elated at the thought of taking Susan's cherry, he pulled his honey coated finger out of her wet squishy pussy and closing his hand on the elastic began to ease down her panties until he had pulled them off her feet, she spread her legs wide. Richard reluctantly left the sweet taste of Susan's engorged breasts and sliding his mouth down he paused briefly at her navel then he put his mouth over her innocent pouting and very wet pussy. She arched up and he could taste her sweet pubescent juices as they ran down her crack towards her puckered anus. He licked upwards and ran his tongue over her young clitoral nub. She drew in a breath and moaned, "Oh Yes. That's the spot." Richard continued her arousal and unzipped and pulled his pants and shorts over the head of his erect penis. Replacing his mouth with his fingers Richard drew nearer to his goal and placed Susan's hand onto the thick vein covered shaft and she gingerly ran her hand tentatively up and down its length rubbing her fingers over the moist tip as Richard's pre-cum leaked out. Richard though he had blown it, as she sat up and pulled his fingers from within her, but to his utter amazement she put the tips of her own finger to her mouth and sucked saying to him. "Oh its slick and has a nice salty flavour." Richard had not expected Susan, as a young innocent virgin, to do that. Then she bent forward and licked around the purple head whilst still stroking her hand up and down the heavily veined shaft. Richard knew he could last a long time, after having so recently cum into the bride but he desperately wanted to experience taking of Susan's virginity, so he pulled her up off his penis and he knelt between her legs placing her ankles on his shoulders. Susan lay back, her virgin pussy fully exposed to Richards gaze, the pouting lips open oozing the slick fluids from within. Moving forward Richard began rubbing the moist tip between her wet outer lips to give some lubricant. Susan was beside herself as she moaned softly not really knowing how Richard proposed to get that huge hard column of flesh inside of her unused pussy. The Wedding Richard opened her legs wider and eased the purple head slowly inwards pausing every few seconds to let Susan's tender entrance give way to the intruder. The bulbous crown slipped inside and gradually Richard moved inwards. Susan's deep throated gasp was audible and she moaned aloud and muttered, "Oh God you're inside me. Be careful Richard you're not wearing any protection. Oh God don't get me pregnant. Oh God that feels so good. Oh God don't cum in me. Oh God! Oh God! Richard eased further in her vagina until he felt resistance; the end of his pulsing shaft press up against her hymen and he pushed until he could feel it stretch. Richard then drew back and pushed in hard feeling her hymen first stretch and then suddenly tear, hearing the gasp; he felt her flinch, as the sharp pain tore through her vaginal cavity. Richard paused, waiting a few minutes allowing her to get used to the intruder, then he pushed in as far as he could feeling his penis stretch her inner walls. Once fully inserted, and she stopped tensing her whole body, he slowly started to move in and out slowly lengthening his stroke as he felt her start to respond. In a few minutes his penis was thrusting in and out of her, as she moved under him, gradually increasing the speed, and now, shortening the strokes to increase his own pleasure Richard could see as well as feel the joy her first time was giving her; her whole body was trembling with the high state of sexual arousal his driving penis was raising within her, all too soon he could tell her orgasm was fast approaching, Richard let her gradually climb until she tightened around him, her back arched upwards and the soft moan became a cry as the climax peaked. He muscles gripped him like a clamp as they rippled along the hard core buried within her. Richard waited for the erotic moment to pass and then her began to ride her hard, she was tight and he felt like a stud as the shaft moved in and out; the length of each stroke shortened as Richard felt his own orgasm approach; his thumb was busy rubbing over her clitoris and moments later she was rapidly approaching another exquisite climax. She arched up just as Richard neared his own orgasm, he knew he should pull out but the feeling of power kept him hammering in and out of Susan's clamping pussy. Richard gave a deep satisfying grunt as his penis swelled allowing the strings of hot sperm to shoot into her deep cavity. Susan thrust up hard as her climax hit and her contractions were fierce. This was her the first time she had never experience the pleasure of feeling a man inside of her and the intensity of her orgasm was tremendous. She moaned loudly, "Oh my God that feels so good." Then realising what had happened she cried out, "Oh God you've cum inside me. Oh God I'll be pregnant. Oh God! I never thought it would be like that. Oh God! Oh God I'm pregnant Oh God." Richard allowed her convulsing vagina to return slowly to normal and giving her a few minutes with his semi erect penis still up inside her he gradually started again. She took a deep breath realising what was done was done, the pain had gone and it felt good, with a sigh of resignation and relaxing she once again she bucked up under him. Taking this as a sign of her renewed arousal Richard pushed harder, she grunted and he thrust up into her feeling his penis regain its erection it grew thicker and once more hardened like a rod of iron. Gasping Susan said, "Oh God! You're still hard. Oh God! Are we going to do it again? You have in all probability already got me pregnant so what the hell give me more pleasure" Susan was determined to enjoy the moment, she offered no resistance and each time he thrust up into her deeply the crown constantly brushed her cervix and the length of Richard's thick penis rubbed against her clitoral nub she squealed, "O-Oh!" Richard's fingers played her clitoris whilst his mouth sought and sucked wildly at her breasts, bringing red marks to the white skin, each red mark would become a love bite which would turn brown later. She bounced up hard against him at every thrust, with her youthful energy, which seemed never ending, as Richard buried his prick deep inside hitting against the end of her convulsing vagina time and time again. He reamed her hard and fast, her responsive muscular contractions grew stronger, as she accustomed herself to the feelings being generated, by the steady increase in speed, as Richard rapidly built up to his next climax. Richard felt her orgasm close as the convulsive clenching increased to a frenzied pitch, as she pushed up, forcing the head of Richard's thick penis hard up against her cervical opening; Richard exploded releasing a deluge of highly active sperm around her unfertilised entrance. He could feel every spurt as it streamed into her, she jerked as she felt every urgent splat, hitting and spreading its heat inside her womb and her fallopian tubes, looking in vain for eggs that could be fertilised. It would be 10 days before she would ovulate and so by that time all the sperm would all have drained out of her and have become sterile. She seemed to go on for ever, as her orgasms continued one after the other, bucking up and squeezing the jerking, sperm shooting, prick as Richard filled her to capacity. The white thick cream, flecked with her virgin blood, oozing out between them was sticky and was whipped into a thick creamy foam as they thrashed together. At last, the rutting couple slowly slowed their urgent movements as the sex drive calmed down, Susan lay silent, exhausted, wet and sticky with her sperm filled pussy still impaled on Richard's hard prick. "I never guessed it would be like that, I felt it stream inside me," she babbled almost incoherently, "but won't you have impregnated me with all that thick sperm you poured into me" Richard asked her when she had finished her last period and having listened to her answer, explained to her that it would be some days before she would at the point of ovulation; the time she could be fertilised and that she was quite safe at the moment. "I feel sore and I don't think I can go again at the moment," she murmured "but perhaps another time when I have recovered." The couple slowly and with a sucking sound disentangled themselves. Then getting off the bed, Susan ran into the bathroom and turned on the shower, calling to Richard to strip off and join her so pulling off the rest of his clothes he slipped into the shower beside her. The water was stimulating and Richard, despite what he had put his rarely used penis through that day, felt his prick unbelievably begin to firm as it slid against the softness of young Susan's skin. She turned and putting her arms around him kissed him open mouthed full on his lips, Richard held her close to his bare flesh he felt her nipples, hardened by her desire scratch against his chest; so putting his hands between her open legs feeling her pussy's open lips, he began rubbing her clitoris and feeling her urgent response, he lifted her up and gently lowered her onto the head of his stiffening erection. Richard slid his stiff prick up between her open pussy lips and entered her again. "Oh God, she squealed "I am so excited I did not think I could take it again but I have to admit Richard you're truly insatiable" Then clamping her legs tight around him, Susan allowed him to fuck her again. Both of them were enjoying the feeling as Richard felt the cooling water stimulate his hardening balls and soon he felt the urgent need to release once more up inside her. Richard therefore increased the rate of his thumb stimulating her clitoris which had the effect of raising her arousal; he felt her clench and contract as his prick swelled and shot another load of thick white cream into her willing and spasming pussy, replacing the sperm, flecked red, which was oozing out of her and floating around them in the water in the floor of the shower. She tightly clutched at Richard's body with her legs and arms pulling Richard's spurting prick hard up inside her as she drummed her heels against his spine. Susan was thrilled as she felt Richard's release. Richard seemed unable to stop as he pumped and pumped fertile semen into her until at last he finally felt the urgent spurts begin to slow to a dribble and he eased his rapidly and aching prick out of her open sex and watched the pink sperm collect once more as it seeped out of her widely stretched, newly opened orifice. Finally and both feeling the aches of their strenuous sexual contortions they climbed out of the cubicle and dried each other off, then once again dressing they once more resembled the appearance of normality they made their way back to the ballroom. Susan felt sore but happy she turned to Richard and whispered, "I think I shall have to become a regular visitor at your house especially when Sally is out shopping. I'll give you a call tomorrow that's if you would like more of what we had today." Richard smiled he seemed to have a new jauntiness to his stride as he made his way up to his wife and gave her a peck on the cheek. "What's wrong with you Richard you seem flushed I hope you have not been doing too much dancing at your age, it could do you no good at all. You're much too old to be thinking of such exercise." Richard smiled and replied, "Yes dear I'm sure such exercise will be the death of me, but I have to keep fit I never know when urgent demands may be made on me for one thing or another." Sally looked at her husband and remembered how sexually active he used to be and with a wry smile she whispered, "In your wildest dreams my lad. Now help me with these wedding presents Madeleine has asked me to keep them safe. Then for some reason she insisted that if you were not too busy she would like you to take them round to her house when she gets back from honeymoon." Richard smiled he couldn't wait, but he said nothing to rouse his wife's suspicions. "I expect she wants to thank me for being there to give her away. You know what these young women are like. I remember when you were young and keen to impress your relatives, my dear." But Sally was not listening she had seen someone she needed to speak to and she was ready to move away. It was at that moment Richard caught sight of Susan who walked over up and whispered to Sally, "I'd like to come round and see you in the next couple of days Sally if that's ok?" "Why that would be lovely Susan, come anytime you wish. Richard and I would love to see you anytime wouldn't we dear." Richard nodded, and he smiled in reply to the cheeky smile Susan was giving him. He knew his wife would be out for the next two evenings, she had to go to some women's committee meeting for some fete or some other fundraising event. Richard knew he would also be raising something, if young Susan came to see him. It looked as though he would be ready to go to more weddings if they all turned out the same as this one had. The Wedding "I think we should wait, Stephen." "Don, they'll be totally cool with it. They might even think it's great news." "But you can't be sure. Let's just wait till after the long drive. OK?" "For Pete's sake, Don! They're my parents! I have to tell them. They've been very supportive with all of my previous relationships. I can't imagine they'll be any different now. Besides, my parents and I have always been open and honest with each other. I'm not going to wait, Don." As they had done once before, Stephen's parents, Stan and Terri, picked us up on a Saturday morning in Waynesboro, VA. Stephen had no worries whatsoever about breaking our news to them, but I was nervous, unsure of how they would react. Gay marriage is not a topic one could bring up lightly; some reactions could be downright belligerent. But his parents were thrilled when he told them immediately after hugging them, and both began excitedly to contribute ideas for the wedding. It was the main topic of conversation during the drive from Waynesboro to Manassas, VA, where we stayed at their home for a week. I enjoyed being in the home where Stephen grew up, seeing his little apartment above his parents' garage, with all the things he had accumulated--his trophies, martial arts paraphernalia, musical instruments, even his stack of bear porn magazines and DVD's--and pouring over all the photos his parents had taken of him. Stephen grinned and laughed as they shared stories--some quite embarrassing--about him over dinner. I laughed with him and was sorely tempted to kiss him. As we fell into bed that first night in his apartment, he pinched my nipple and said reprovingly, "And you wanted to wait to tell them." "I deserved that. I'm just not used to being ... gay." "Still? I guess I'll have to help you along more." He pushed me onto my back and climbed up my hairy chest. He shoved his long penis into my eager mouth and fucked my face. His cock was hard in my mouth, and he fucked me so aggressively. I was moaning, my body on fire with desire. I caressed his body. In the course of the 2000+ miles he had hiked, his short, buff physique had steadily shed lean body mass. He was too lean. I could see his protruding ribcage above my face, and his hard ass was now bony. Stephen often joked on the trail, "Have you seen my ass somewhere? It seems to have vanished." But his legs were huge and rock-hard, just like his cock at that moment. I was in similar physical condition. He wasn't as anal about keeping track of his weight, but every pound I lost was a triumph worth celebrating. I was leaner and fitter than I've ever been in my adult life. The weight loss was costly as I had to regularly buy new hiking apparel; I couldn't simply cinch my belt tighter the way Stephen could. The costs were unimportant to me, though. I had money saved up, so I was free to celebrate and shop as needed. Stephen climbed off me. We positioned ourselves on our sides. I took his cock in my mouth, and he took mine in his. My fingers slipped into his anus, and his into mine. We moaned heavily, loudly, sucking and finger-fucking with abandon, not caring if the noise carried into the main house. We forestalled our orgasms as long as we could, forcing our trembling bodies to let the pressure build. Stephen picked up his pace, and I followed suit. Our moans crescendoed. I felt as though my balls would blow up. My moans were amplified by my desperation: desperate to relief the pressure and desperate not to come before Stephen came. My legs were thrashing now. I could not control my mouth to continue sucking on his cock. Stephen rammed his cock down my throat, and it pulsed, spewing his creamy fluids down my gullet. I gagged trying to cry out in ecstatic release as my own cock blasted Stephen's throat. "Ass up!" Stephen commanded, his voice deep and rough. I got onto my knees and stuck my ass up, reaching back with my hands to spread my smooth buns apart. He spit onto my asshole and then homed in with his tongue. I moaned and ground my face into the mattress. I felt like an electrical storm was raging from my ass all the way up my spine, making me tremble and gasp. Stephen pulled back and rammed his fingers into me. His fingers dug around inside my cavity, pressing forward, stretching the hole wide, prodding my prostate. He withdrew his fingers and said, "Nice and clean. Gotta love that shower douche." He had pulled out his shower douche and shown me how to use it when we had come back to his apartment after dinner. Stephen spit on my hole one more time and then plugged me up with all eight inches of his cock. "Oh, yes, fuck me, Stephen!" The old me would never say such a thing. My parents forbade foul language, and I had always been an obedient son. But I was a new man now. I wanted to be fucked; I had no scruples about it. Stephen plowed me roughly, tenderizing the exterior of my ass with his palms as he tenderized the interior with his cock. I was in heaven, and it lasted a good while. When he was ready to shoot, he climbed completely onto my back, ramming his swelling cock all the way in. I roared into the mattress as he shot his load inside me and I shot mine into my cupped hand. He climbed off, and I rolled to my side. Stephen took my cupped hand in his and lifted it to his face. His eyes met mine as his tongue lapped at the shallow pool of semen in my hand. Whatever inhibitions I may have had evaporated completely. I scooted close to him and took his cock into my mouth. It was coated with a mixture of his come and my anal juices, but there was no brown shit on it, not even the smell of shit. Frankly, I didn't care that his cock was relatively clean. I would have sucked it no matter what. I sucked his cock clean and said, "I want more." "My, aren't we being raunchy tonight." Stephen slapped my ass, climbed over my hips, shoved his cock back into my juicy ass, and then climbed over again, bringing his sodden cock to my mouth. "You're such a piggy!" he declared as I slurped the juices off his cock. He leaned over my side and pulled on the back of my thigh. I curled up into a fetal position, my ass big and round. He rummaged about in my ass with his fingers, then fed me his wet fingers. I mewled like a happy baby sucking on a mother's teat. Stephen fucked me once more. This time he fucked me on my back with my thick, hairy legs up in the air, his grip strong on my ankles. I coated the soft black fur on my chest and belly with my white cream. He fed me my own semen with his fingers before he fed me his cock and his semen from my well-fucked hole. He moved till we were face to face. We kissed, tasting each other. Stephen turned and curled up on his side, his smooth cheek on my outstretched arm, his back to my chest, my moist, diminishing cock against his bony ass. I wrapped an arm and a leg around him, holding him tight to me. We slept late into the morning and arrived freshly showered but still groggy into his parents' kitchen. "It's a wonder you got any sleep," Stan said to us. "You mean it's a wonder we got any sleep," Terri corrected her husband. "What are you going on about?" Stephen asked. "You two! That's what! Moaning and moaning and moaning." "Your father and I had to make our own moans to drown yours out." Then the three of them broke down into hysterical fits of laughter, doubling over and clutching their guts when they weren't pointing at me. "Oh, Don, my poor bear! Your face is all red!" Stephen finally blurted out when his laughter subsided sufficiently. "Don, as you can see, we're quite open about sex," Stan said, clarifying the obvious. I smiled weakly at them, still uncomfortable and embarrassed. "I see," I said lamely. "Oh, Don! You're so cute!" Stephen said and kissed me smack on the lips right in front of his parents. He wasn't making it any easier for me; but he was smiling broadly at me, and I couldn't help but smile back. For the next few days, we took trips into the greater DC metropolitan area to visit some museums and monuments and meet up with some of his friends. Many of his friends were young, gay men like himself. A few of his friends actually flirted with me, to which Stephen declared, "He's all mine! You may look, but hands off!" His aggressive and possessive tone stirred something within me. It aroused me, sent titillating ripples down my back. Again, I smiled weakly, though this time I had to suppress an erection. The day before Thanksgiving, Stephen took me to Old Town Alexandria and introduced me to his former co-workers. On our way back to Manassas, we stopped in at George Mason University, where he had gone for his undergraduate. The week ended with a tremendous Thanksgiving meal. I've never been very helpful in the kitchen, so I kept out of the way as Stephen and his parents cooked. They worked together harmoniously, communicating with simple words, gestures, or just a look. However busy he was, he never forgot me. He'd steal glances at me and smile. He'd come over to me with a spoon full of whatever they were making and say, "What d'you think?" My answer was always an appreciative "Delicious!" His Aunt Lucy and her husband David arrived with their twin twelve-year-old daughters, Stephanie and Bethany. His grandparents on both sides of the family arrived shortly thereafter. Stephen would introduce me to them as his husband-to-be. His grandfather Dwight rolled his eyes at this and walked off without shaking my hand, but everyone else seemed genuinely pleased with our engagement. The food was extremely satisfying, and the conversations were jovial and energetic. Stephen and I ate as though we could pad our skins and bones with enough protein and fat all in one meal. Everyone at the table marveled as we ate and ate and ate. They called us "ravenous beasts" and "bottomless pits." Stephen and I were fortunate to complete our thru-hike of the Appalachian Trail in time to celebrate Thanksgiving with his family. It was a chance to see him in his home environment, completely open and at ease with his family. My love for him grew. On Saturday morning, we loaded up Stephen's little Mini with our backpacks, the few clothes that he could still wear, an acoustic guitar, and a few other personal belongings. We headed east on I-66, onto the Beltway, and then northward on I-95. Stephen put the car on cruise, stretched out his legs, and held my hand. I brought his hand to my lips. I kissed his long, slender fingers, smiling at his manicured nails. Before I knew what I was doing, I had his fingers in my mouth, lovingly licking and sucking on them. I grew so horny that I guided his wet fingers to my bulging crotch. During the long stretches of highway driving, he'd fondle my hard-on and balls through my nylon hiking pants. I parted my legs wide and reclined the seat. He edged me for nearly four hours, his hand abandoning my loins every now and then to shift gears or grab a quick snack or drink. I was a blubbering mess. I'd beg, whimper, and whine to be allowed to come, but Stephen continued torturing me. I could have easily jerked myself, but I wanted Stephen to make me come. I wanted him to be in control. When I finally exploded, just before we crossed the NJ/NY boundary, I screamed and banged my first on the ceiling. The fabric rubbing against my sensitive cockhead and the resistance my fluids encountered because of the fabric made my orgasm almost painfully intense. My body floundered in the car seat like a fish tossed onto dry land. Stephen held out his wet hand to me, and I raised the back of the seat. He fed me my own semen on his hand, rubbing my wet crotch to gather more semen after I licked clean his hand. I moaned around his fingers, pausing my licking long enough to say, "I like it when you're in control, Stephen. Do you?" "It's fun," he said. "I'd like it if you were in control all the time." "All the time? I don't know, Don. Won't that get a little old after a while? I like variety." "You haven't complained." "I didn't feel the need. I mean ... you've taken charge before." "Yeah, back on Killington ... two months ago." "Has it really been that long? I guess I didn't notice." "Because you like being in control, Stephen. You like taking me aggressively. It turns you on, just like it turns me on." "I suppose." I frowned. "Does it bother you, Stephen? Why can't you just admit it?" "No, it doesn't bother me, Don. It's just ... I really haven't thought about it. When we have sex and the mood hits me, I enjoy been aggressive. It just happens. I don't think about it." "I do. A lot. You're so powerful and manly, and I feel so powerless and ... I don't know, not manly." "Do you feel feminine? I'm not into feminizing men, Don." "No, I don't feel feminine at all. I feel more like a wild animal than a man, I guess." "Like a wild bear?" "Yeah, a wild bear that needs to be tamed." "Tamed?" "Tamed ... by you." "Interesting. Let's talked about it later, Don. Traffic is picking up." We arrived in North Adams, MA, a little after six in the evening. We unloaded the Mini, showered, dressed, and headed over to my brother Rob's house on the other side of town for a welcome-home party. There, we announced our engagement to my family, and another round of cheerful celebration and excited conversation ensued. We finally stumbled back into my two-storied cape well past midnight, tired and aching. (The body aches would haunt us for almost two months. Our feet were especially troublesome. The first step out of bed was usually excruciating.) We fell into the queen-sized bed, and I whispered to Stephen as I spooned him and wrapped him in my arms, "Welcome home, my love." With Christmas around the corner, we hastily made preparations for the holiday. I had given up on decorating the house and going out for gift shopping after my painful divorce seven years ago. My ex, Vivian, had said she couldn't stand the sight of me anymore and left me for a fitness trainer. I was less inclined to show myself in public after that. But I came home after my journey of 2500+ miles (including the miles I had repeated) a 6'4", 190-pound "hunk of a bear," to quote Stephen. I had lost over 160 lbs on the trail! (Stephen himself had shed a net total of 30 lbs. His 5'8" and 130-pound body, all lean and tanned, looked positively tiny compared to mine.) His blue eyes looked on me with love and desire. His lips and hands, his entire body, couldn't seem to endure even a few seconds without making contact with mine. And I felt the same about him. I was overflowing with joy. For once in many years, I actually wanted to celebrate Christmas. I yearned for the festive decorations, the day spent with my parents, my brother, and his wife and sons. Not only did we needed to buy a Christmas tree, decorations, and presents; we also needed to buy new clothes that would fit our reduced physiques, yet would have room for us to grow into. I, for one, could not wear any of my former clothes. It was sheer madness, but we were like two teenage girls who had won a shopping spree. I can't remember ever enjoying being a materialistic consumer so much. It was truly the best Christmas I had ever known. My parents, Norm and Susan, were happily retired and busy traveling to all the places they had dreamed of visiting, but they made sure to be in North Adams to welcome me back home. They had their own ground floor room with a private bathroom in an addition to Rob's house. It was their present from Rob and myself for their joint retirements three years ago so they didn't have to worry about keeping up a house, especially considering they were planning to travel abroad more often than not. My eldest nephew, Phil, was home from Mass Art for the holidays, and his younger brother, Joe, was all excited about his high school football team's recent victories. We were all such happy folk. Well, Rob's wife, Carol, was still a bit chilly, but she had always been that way with me. After New Year's Day, I went back to work as senior software programmer for the little company my brother and I founded, and Rob helped Stephen get a job as a graphic designer at a local marketing firm. It wasn't a challenging job for him, but it accorded him the time and means to pursue his hobby as a graphic novelist. The days flew by. We selected the second Saturday after the 4th of July as our wedding date, almost one year to the day we met at Maupin Field Shelter, twenty miles south of Waynesboro. Neither one of us wanted an extravagant, traditional wedding. We just wanted our families and friends to join us in our celebration, and we wanted to celebrate casually. Rob kindly offered up his spacious house with an in-ground swimming pool and a 2-acre backyard for the wedding. Stephen and I turned a portion of the finished basement of our house into a simple workout room, complete with a punching/kicking bag, free weights, and mats. We had both lost a great deal of lean body mass during our thru-hikes. It was hard work to regain what we had lost, especially for me. I had never been inclined to exercise, and though I did get some physical training prior to getting on the AT, it was mostly designed to lose as much fat as quickly as possible. After the AT, Stephen shouldered the burden of being my personal trainer. It was a burden for him because I was too focused on his lean, tanned body glistening with sweat to spare much attention to the martial arts forms he tried to teach me. It didn't help that we exercised wearing only jockstraps, especially as his bony figure grew robust and chiseled. Clever as he was, he used his own cock to bribe me, promising me a hard fuck if I made an effort to learn the forms. Against such a bribe, I discovered my personal integrity was nonexistent. After warm-up exercises, several reps with the free weights, stretches, an hour of forms, an half-hour of punching and kicking, and another session of stretches, Stephen would systematically go about destroying my bear ass until I was delirious with ecstasy. Stephen would mix up the exercise routines, incorporating cardio and core training, but we'd always end up with his hard cock up my big ass. By the time our wedding day arrived, I was a muscular 240 lbs, and Stephen a buff 165 lbs. We were quite a handsome husband-and-husband on our wedding day. It was a magical day, one I shall always treasure. Stephen's parents had driven up from Virginia a couple of days before, hauling a trailer filled with the remainder of Stephen's belongings hitched to their SUV. I could see how happy he was to have his parents at our wedding and to finally have all his belongings. We fixed up the spare bedroom for them. For other family members and friends, we reserved some rooms in a nearby hotel, but some friends we had made on the Appalachian Trail arrived with their camping gear and created their own little tent-city in our backyard. One such trail friend was Raging Storm. He was a lanky kid from elevation-challenged Florida and had been fresh out of college when he started his thru-hike. He came storming into our living room, his blond mane blown back, and bear-hugged Stephen. "Hey, hey! Raging Storm and Raging Wind back together!" This was my first time meeting him. It wasn't an auspicious beginning. "Back together?" I asked a bit piqued. "Yeah, dude. We hiked through North Carolina and Tennessee together." "We gave each other our trail names, Don." "Dude, remember Watuaga Lake Shelter? That stupid girl dumped her dog's food on the ground. I went ballistic! I yelled at her to bag the food and hang it. And then I noticed other shit people had dumped on the ground. I went insane. I grabbed an extra trash bag from my pack and started picking shit up." "Yeah, I remember. You were totally enraged and you were like a storm, all over the place, howling. So I named you Raging Storm." The Wedding "And then, dude, that night a bear came to the shelter. It was right outside my tent. I yelled 'Whoa, bear!' and it ran. But then it came back again just before dawn, and I had to scare it off again. Dude, I got up early for the first time and blew outta there." "But I caught up to you even though I left an hour later." "Yeah, dude! Don, this dude blew right past me. I didn't even hear him coming. Suddenly there was this gust of wind--almost knocked me off my feet, it did--and then I was staring at his backside getting smaller and smaller." "So you named me Raging Wind." "Sure did!" The jealousy I had felt vanished, and I felt ashamed of myself. But that too vanished as we exchanged stories from the trail and laughed. We gathered in Rob's backyard on a sunny Saturday afternoon. The dress code was suitable for a summer backyard and poolside party. There was no schedule to mess up, with uncomfortable periods of just waiting for something to happen. People arrived just before noon. They ate and drank, played in the yard, chatted, or cooled off in the pool. At half past one, we announced that we would have a short ceremony on the back porch at two o'clock. The guests remained in the yard or in the pool, while Stephen and I, our parents, and a justice-of-the-peace stood on the porch. We made no vows or gave elaborate speeches. We simply stated our love for each other and desire to be together. Both sets of parents gave toasts in our honor, and the JP pronounced us married. We kissed to a raucous cheer. There was no obnoxious photographer getting in the way and making us pose. There were plenty of people with cameras who were willing to share the wedding photos with us. And best of all, Stephen tuned up his acoustic guitar and serenaded me with a love song he had written. It was hauntingly beautiful, a simple melody and a single clear tenor voice singing spare yet evocative lyrics. I was not the only person in tears. The party continued through the afternoon. People were having a grand time. Family and friends mingled with ease, and the sound of laughter reverberated. And then we danced late into the night. I was awful, but I didn't care. Stephen danced energetically and gracefully, his face all aglow with joy, whirling around me as though I were the sun he revolved around. A friend of his from DC was our DJ. The upbeat dance music was unfamiliar to me and many of the people I knew, but the music drove us to our feet and we danced. We had our house to ourselves on our wedding night. Stan and Terri had booked a room at the hotel for the night. We lay embraced on the bed just kissing. We couldn't stop kissing. I pulled my knees up and guided his penis into me, but we were both too exhausted from dancing and partying to fuck. We held each other and kissed until we fell asleep, his penis still cozily buried inside me. On Sunday morning, we bid farewell to our families and friends. For our honeymoon, we packed up our backpacks and drove to Joe Dodge Lodge at Pinkham Notch in New Hampshire. The next day we started our traverse of the Presidential Range, starting from Crawford Notch. We had previously hiked the Presidentials southbound; we wanted to do it northbound this time. We had some clouds, wind, and rain, but there were also long clear moments when we could see mountains, valleys, rivers, and lakes for miles upon miles. Mount Washington was bustling with hikers and tourists who had driven up or ridden the cog railway. We ended the traverse back at Pinkham Notch. We drove back home in the morning, refreshed and happy, ready to commence our lives as husbands. The Wedding I stood next to her she smelled like flowers and expensive perfume. I sat their listening to what she said while trying hard not to get hard from looking at her sweet tits. Oh god how I love the flesh. Her flesh. Her normal size breasts were anything from normal to me. They were the promise to heaven. So were her eyes. Beautiful brown mystical swirls that hinted at mystical pleasures. I could feel her entirely the hot heaviness building inside her chest and seeping down to tease her loins. I could only imagine what it was like for her. The anticipation of our wedding day building inside of her. My dick was already hard. She was dressed in that beautiful white dress. A veil concealing a face I already knew too well but was more beautiful each time I saw it and I yearned to see it again. "Please just lift the veil for a moment" I pleaded still staring at her beautiful gateways to paradise. She was dusky. Latina. I was rich and white and a little dull. She was poor but rich and fiery of spirit. "No, no, no." she said with a faint accent and a wave of her painted fingers. Red. Blood red. Just the same as her lips should be I knew. "Tell me again why red?" "Because, it's my favorite color." She pouted in mock defense. Although it was only her favorite color after she found out it was mine long ago when we first met. The first hand job she gave me her nails were pink. The first time we met. I thought to myself reliving our sultry past. I moaned that she was sooo dirty and turned me on, when I came on her pink shirt by accident. She cried after that for she was attracted to me but ashamed of what she did outside the church while mass was still going on. I tried my best to cheer her to make her laugh and ease her guilt. Her tears dried quickly and when I told her I loved her she smiled, took the cum from her shirt with the edge of her pink finger nail and daintily lifted it to her outstretched tongue and tasted my essence. She tilted back her head and placed her finger up in the air above her fresh with a good helping of my man batter and let the cum slowly drip from her finger then down to her tongue and passed through her throat, looking me in the eye the whole time. She then smiled her wicked smile and told me she loved me too. That was how we first met. Love and lust at first site. "And besides, it's my wedding. You understand that?" a bit of the domineering in her voice "No man's day is this. This is purely a woman's day. My day and you won't ruin it by spunking me with your jizz before the big moment. Understand?" she pointed a finger at me in a way that only a women can, I have never seen a man point the way she did. I nodded my head playing the subservient and Said" Yes love." "Look at you. You're getting even harder just by looking at me!" she said trying to cover her deep cleavage that the dress gave her with her arm. "Close your fucking eyes!" she said with language born from a poor upbringing, with fire born from a big spirit, and with a sexy Latina accent. But she was pointing at me again. My pretty angel standing their pointing at me in that way. well I just couldn't help from laughing a little. It was a mistake. The next thing I knew my cheek was smarting from a slap I barely saw it was so fast. "I couldn't help it." I rubbed my cheek trying to put some life back into it where I knew it must be bright red with my pale skin. "That was hardly proportionate to my laugh by the way." "Serves you right." She said, and sat back down opposite me satisfied. She was right about this being 'her' day and she was satisfied so I didn't argue further. I closed my eyes, so as not to get a hard on. "Sorry sweetheart. Remember when I bought you that car." "How could I forget? It was my first birthday being with you. I thought he must be really rich or he must truly love me a lot. I found out it was both. Now why are your eyes closed?" she questioned me. "Do you love me as much as I love you?" I went on. She forgot about how stupid I looked answering my important simple question with a serious simple answer. "More." She said softly "I love you more" she said seriously. I smiled knowing that that would be our argument in the future. "Look at you with your eyes closed and smiling like an idiot. O-pen your eyes "she said the last sentence slowly as you would to someone dumb and couldn't understand a normal sentence." I opened them. And my eyes went again to her tits and I instantly got hard from this breath taking beauty that I was going to spend the rest of my life with. The romance. Her tits. The lewdness of me getting hard in the church with relatives and friends just outside the sound proof room that was normally reserved for a playroom or any event that was too noisy. All that just served to make me more solid. I knew she felt a measure of this passion too though she went on about how we mustn't make love before the wedding. She stood up took half a step to cover the distance between us then knelt down adjusting the flowing hem of her dress so to best preserve it. My dick was pulsing in time with my heart now. She ran one hand through her wavy hair reaching the other towards my pants undoing my belt with one hand; she was skilled at things like that. "Now I'm only gonna suck you because I don't want you standing with an erection while you watch me walk down the aisle" she said with a little bit of greed in her voice. She loved to suck me, it turned her on and on this special day I could tell she was doubly eager by the way she hurriedly undid my belt and the clasp on my trousers but slowly unzipped my fly with her eyes closed. She enjoyed the sound of a man's fly being unzipped and what that foretold. One second two seconds almost three seconds it took her pulling down my zipper before my seven inch thick cock jumped out. It looked like it belonged to a monster you could see the sharp contrasts of color; red pink skin with a tinge of purple at the head of my cock from the blood flowing through blue veins that popped out so much that it was as if the veins were outside the pale skin rather than in. Then she said in a voice that was first a lustful whisper than a hushed exclamation than a laugh. "Oh mio. Dios mio. Thank you god mmm." With that she held on to the base of my shaft with one hand enjoying the feeling of my prominent pulse. Thump thump thump thump. My heart was beating fast. She threw back her veil with the other hand her mouth already open. It was my turn to say "Wow" she was breath taking and heart stirring the kind of face that men would die or kill, or start a revolution because of. It was as if a bright light shone out from her face, pierced by deep fires where her eyes were. Her intense eyes were focused on my cock her pupils slightly large, she could care nothing for the people outside now, she could care nothing for my face she was entranced upon by dick that was so hard she could chip a tooth if she wasn't careful going down on me.my dick was bouncing up a down from the pulse of blood. She didn't care about anything at that moment except enjoying the sensation of putting this mythical beast that is my penis into her mouth. She probably didn't even care about me at the moment all there was, was an insatiable need to enjoy my flesh. It consumed her and the world turned red her nipples were solid proud peaks and there was a thrumming feeling in her pussy, this was an intense world she was now in, one where pleasure was king and she was determined to fuck that king to death. But she knew she could never extinguish that king for he ruled eternal in this world. She was prepared to die if it would please this king called pleasure in her world called lust. Then she was leaning forward and she didn't notice it. I saw the most beautiful thing in the world namely her face so pure so angelic meet with the demon of a dick, doing the lewdest thing, this angel. Such purity and such wickedness. What she did notice was the cock that she had to open wide fit it in her mouth. She closed her eyes and engulfed it with her mouth until she couldn't go much further without gagging eventually form holding it in her mouth wich is what she did she had her mouth full but still managed to say "Mmmm" and I felt her breath exhale through her button nose. Her mouth was like a wet warm miniature cave. So soft. "Your mouth was made for cocksucking" She barely registered my breathy lustful comment. As she enjoyed the sensation of my very warm cock bumping up and down inside her mouth a the back of her throat she felt it in her lips, she felt it dance and in her cheeks once she started sucking. Her hot mouth got warmer with my dick inside and she could feel my dick throughout her mouth. In her pussy she felt it though it had not traveled there yet this day. She noticed then that her clit was throbbing just as my cock was. She could feel my dick throughout her entire body and even in her spirit. This was life she thought this was what it meant to LIVE. She turned her head to the left so that her cheek popped out from my steel shaft pressing against it. She whimpered "Mmmph. Mmmm " her pussy was very wet now and I saw the fabric of her dress ruffle as she stuck her hand underneath found her lace white panties and pulled aside the area of cloth covering her pussy. She stuck two fingers inside her sopping wet pussy. All the while she took me all the way down her throat; my entire 7 inches disappeared inside of her. She held it there till her eyes watered and she couched twice trying not to gag. Then she slowly withdrew her mouth all the while she had only thrust inside her pleasure slit twice and she came. "OHhhhh! MY fucking God yes!!Ohhh!" It was not like fireworks it was like an atomic bomb, she couldn't see anything but white light for a second, she was blind, it was as if she her orgasm had taken her to another world as if she had finally been fucked by god himself. Pleasure swam throughout her so much that she couldn't place where it emanated from. She didn't know anything where she was who she was what she was doing all she knew for those few seconds she was blind was pleasure, pure sexual pleasure. The third second ticked by but in her new world time was irrelevant and it seemed like she was there for an hour with all the pleasure in the world concentrated and focused on her. Then the fourth second ticked by and the fifth at the sixth she was halfway back to the real realm of earth but half of her was still in that third dimension. She registered a blood curdling scream and even that felt pleasurable at the seventh second she realized it was her screaming from orgasm. "Oh my godddd!" She screamed and the pleasure was starting to fade but still very intense by the eighth second. It was as if the entire army of troy had fucked her all at once. "Ohhh!" Then other sounds were coming clear to her "-for gods sakes be quiet love" I was desperately trying to get through to her while masturbating. The situation was grim and dire indeed if any one heard or suddenly decided to enter the room that was cleared out for our private talk and saw this mad woman writhing on the floor screaming her dress all a mess. The world was suddenly back to her though she was still feeling the pleasurable after effects of her orgasm her whole body tingled with pleasurable sensation and a relaxing warm pleasure mingled in with the sharp tingling. She had no idea how long she had been laying there and as a matter of fact this was the first moment she realized she was laying on her back on the floor moaning. "Oh thank god" I said as her moaning took on a regular volume level. "She noticed a smug smile grow on my face as I continued to masturbate slowly drinking her in with my eyes. I saw a smile you would normally see on an idiot on this lady that was never idiotic to me. It looked relaxed. Her eyes looked full of love for me as she slowly reached her hand back under her dress and between thighs sticky from her love juice and began to masturbate again. Lust slowly started to fill her up once again once she started masturbating. There she was looking at the handsome love of her life. Care suddenly filled her again and she felt that care so the much more sweetly as she started to rub her clit caring mingled with pleasure and the two became one. Her hair was a complete frothy mess from the efforts of her desire. 'I love you' she mouthed silently then puckered her lips as if to kiss me. "Mmm" I groaned closed my eyes and tilted my head back, my climax was still far away but I could feel it building, she did love me I was putty to her loving and to her sexiness. I could now see her smooth brown legs all the way up to the thigh parts of it glistening with her sex dew. "Mmm papi." She said some other stuff in Spanish too that I couldn't understand as she finger fucked herself. I loved how I couldn't understand it and it still turned me on. The language always sounded like lust to me even when Latinas were saying plain things which I knew now she was giving me a tirade of the vilest dirty talk. Wait she was demanding something now, I could tell by her tone, the red world of lust had taken her over again she was no longer slack jawed and relaxed she was intense with the fire within her determined to get her rocks off. Nothing would stop her. "I said --oh!-kneel before me love" she said full of sexuality and in the midst of pleasuring herself. I knew that she was only seeking more pleasure by her instruction. So I stroked my cock once more then got on my knees and bent down to give her head. Slowly I bent down to this slit I loved to lick enjoying the look of her rubbing her clit and smelling that same expensive flower perfume on her landing strip it was intoxicating the sight and the smell of her musk mixed with that perfume. I could see every detail of her pussy every fold and crevice this was the definition of love of the flesh, I was pulled out of my reverie literally and then down into her wet glistening sex by her forceful hands. "Ohh honey." She said as she smashed my face against her pussy feeling my wet tongue instantly enter her "I Lovee you" Her hands gripped my hair as I slowly explored her pussy enjoying the slick taste and slurping her juices then I went to town inside of her licking like a man possessed while wanking with one hand I licked he for fifteen minutes we fucked in all sorts of positions that ended up lasting over an hour all the while her desire and sexual delirium increased until finally when I had her bent over a wooden chair fucking her from behind and looking at the delicious brown round ass of hers. "Fuck me Fuck me" she cheered me on the whole way "Will you stay with me forever?" I asked. By now the chair was getting a little loose from the pounding I was giving her love canal. "Mmh. I'll never be without you." She gasped. "Will you ever tire of me?" "Never!" she swore. Then she climaxed with another mind blowing orgasm and accidently broke the arm off of the chair she was using for balance. She was screaming again as she slammed one hand on the carpet floor more by instinct than rational thought, I just kept on fucking her as she stood there one hand on the floor one on the intact chair arm and her face in the cushion of the chair, then I had to pull out my dick just couldn't take any more and as soon as I left her hole my dick which was rigid and seemed impossible to move convulsed and jumped sharply upward my spooge shoot out in a thick powerful jet hitting the low lying ceiling my vision went fogging but I still knew to aim my cock down wards as it spasmed shooting a never ending fountain of cum. When my vision cleared I was rewarded for my quick thinking and good aim, by one of the must lustful scenes in the world. there was a splatter of my white goo all over her ass as if someone had a bucket of the stuff and threw it on her, it was on parts of her back too and a jet of it must have been off mark because a line of my sperm started at the top of her neck and down in a straight line ending at the top of her back. She wore her hair at shoulder length so some of it was obviously in her hair. I was like a connoisseur enjoying a painting my love slumped over a chair panting and ooh and ahh- ing in her flood of pleasure. The colors particularly grabbed me. the stark white in her midnight black hair the splatters of my sperm on her brown ass and back slowly because of the thickness of my cum but quickly because of the amount ran down her thighs down her legs and pooled on certain parts of her body or dropped to the floor in audible drops. "I love you" I breathed. She was breath taking. "I saw heaven" she said dreamily and she was mumbling some stuff in Spanish too. She was obviously out of sorts from the excellent bout of fucking "Your delirious honey" I said then placed my hand on her ass and swirled it picking up my own cum and then offering it to her "Here taste some of this." She loved my cum it was a reminder of sex to her. She licked my dripping hand, dirtiness in her eyes when they were open a relaxed look when they were closed, she took parts of my hand in her mouth and she didn't stop cleaning the cum from my hand with her tongue until it was all gone. She licked the last bit off of her lips then got up once she could without fear of stumbling. She then got dressed fixed herself up so that she looked presentable again. I did the same and we opened the door and walked out with relief that no one seemed to notice the fucking we had enjoyed. Then we parted not to see each other again until she walked down the aisle. *** As she walked down the aisle she couldn't hide the relaxed air she had. She was beautiful and I couldn't help but think of the dirty deed we had did only an hour ago as the bridal music was playing. all eyes were on her as her dad led her down the red carpet. This was her day and every little design detail and wedding plan was going perfectly right down to the shagging we had that day. She finally made it to the priest and her dad handed her off to her fiancé saying "Treat my angel well" I said nothing in response because I'm not her fiancé. Then my friend who happened to have made me one of his best men said "Assuredly" in response. They both smiled at each other the dad left. Me and my love didn't dare make eye contact with each other. They said their vows the priest spoke his part then they said their "I do's" and my sweetheart was positively beaming for the wedding that she finally had and the two men that adored her were right there. Jose gave her an opened mouthed kiss and she always the one to take charge of things smooched him passionately and she was the one to bend him backwards during the kiss instead of the reverse which brought a big roar of approval followed by laughter from the crowd, this was a blessed sweet day and everyone knew it no one would leave this wedding unhappy or unsatisfied especially her or me. As she bent him backwards a got a good glimpse at her cleavage again and she stole a glance at me with pure debauchery in her eyes then she returned her attention to the man she was kissing and the wedding. The story is true that I was going to spend the rest of my life with her but we'd only fuck when her husband was not present.