Subject: Brenda's Wedding
Story Codes: MF FF oral exhib adultery incest brother sister
Diary Date: June 3, 2008
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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The fact my old college freshman-year roomie was getting married was a
surprise but to get only a few days’ notice was a shock. It had been
quite a while since we slept together back in college but sex is like a
bicycle, you never forget how to ride. In fact, the entire week was
filled with new experiences and surprises!
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - June 3, Back With Brenda
Chapter 2 - June 4, Snorkeling in the Keys
Chapter 3 - June 5, Bachelorette Party
Chapter 4 - June 6, Wedding Rehearsal
Chapter 5 - June 7, The Wedding
Chapter 6 - June 8, The Best Man
Chapter 1 – June 3, Back With Brenda
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Who can ever forget their first day at college? After the hustle and
bustle of moving in, getting everything settled, saying goodbye to your
parents; suddenly it hits you – you’re alone, more alone than you’ve ever
been in your life. Well, not quite. There’s your roomie – that
wonderful person we all get to either love or hate. In my case, it
turned out to be this smiling freckled redhead who introduced herself to
me as Brenda.
Brenda and I got along fantastic from the start even though we were quite
different in many ways. She was the perky redhead with freckles whose
great boobs (ok, so I was a little jealous about those!) and whose looks
were already catching the eyes of the upperclassmen. One of the unusual
things about Brenda compared to the rest of the girls in the dorm was
that her family lived only about ten miles from school. As she explained
it, her parents wanted her to stay in the dorms during her freshman year
so she could have her "college life experience" and then live at home for
the remaining three years (living in the dorms IS expensive). As things
turned out, I doubt they had a clue what "life experiences" she would be
having. If they had, they probably would have thought twice about the
arrangement!
My diary has many entries in it about me and Brenda so I won’t repeat
them here. In short, Brenda was my “first” girl-girl experience. OK,
technically my mom and Aunt Linda were, but when it came to girls my age
and non-“family”, Brenda was my first. Although Brenda never did find
out about my incestuous relationships at home, eventually I helped her to
realize one of her long-time dreams – to be with her older brother. He
was married with two boys at the time but as it turned out, HE had the
same fantasies growing up about his sister so all it took was for me to
act as the catalyst to get them started.
Although we only lived together for one year, Brenda will always have a
special place in my heart and we keep in touch, telling each other’s
about our lives after college and such – or so I thought. I guess since
I never disclosed my family secrets to her, I couldn’t say much when I
learned she hadn't been keeping me up to date on all her issues either,
although they were quite different from mine.
“Hey Kelly, can we talk?”
It was Brenda on my cell phone. Damn, it was all of like 6:00 AM on a
Saturday morning. What the heck was she doing calling me now? It had
better be good, that was all I knew as I tried to wipe the sleep from my
eyes.
“I’m getting married.”
THAT woke me up. I sat upright in bed, my eyes wide open as I listened
to find out more about this revelation. Married? Heck, I didn’t even
know she had a serious boyfriend!
“Wow, that’s cool Brenda,” I said, trying to collect my wits as I
digested this new information. “When’s the wedding?”
“Saturday.”
Obviously I had heard her wrong so I asked her to say it again.
“That’s right, you heard me, seven days from now.”
A million questions popped into my head. Where was she? Where was the
wedding to be held? Most of all, why the hell was it being held on such
short notice?
“I’m in the Florida Keys now and that’s where the wedding’s going to be,”
she started to explain, “Remember all the dolphin stuff I use to be into?
Well, I work for a dolphin rescue group down here now along with Gary.”
I learned that Gary was the guy she was marrying. He was a few years
older than her and the two of them worked close together doing whatever
they did with the dolphins. Apparently, they had been working a little
TOO close together and Brenda was pregnant.
“Oh Brenda, how could you let THAT happen?”
No sooner were the words out of my mouth than I wanted to pull them back.
That was the LAST thing she needed to hear. It was the sort of thing
your mother said to you, not your best friend. I tried to apologize but
she took it well.
“Hey, it’s OK. I know I screwed up – literally, but I want to have the
baby. We just want to be married as soon as possible so it won’t look so
bad for the baby later on. I figure we can always tell people it was
premature.”
Brenda came from a highly religious family and the fact that an abortion
wasn't even mentioned as an option was no surprise to me. Well, if she
loved the guy then I just hoped it all worked out for her.
“I know it’s short notice – can your dad pay to get you down here? I
want you to be a bridesmaid.”
Wow, a bridesmaid! I’d never been one in my life as it seemed all my
friends were still putting off getting married – me included. What about
a dress? How did this all work?
“Don’t worry, we’re planning a beach wedding at his parent’s house. They
have a place right on the ocean. I thought we could wear bikinis –
wouldn’t that be wild?”
We talked some more and she told me all about Gary and his family. He
was 26, a few years older than Brenda. He had just a brother, Paul, who
was two years older than him and was going to be his best man. Her
parents had lived in the Keys for over thirty years and from the way she
described it, had a beautiful home that would be perfect for the wedding.
His relatives all lived in Florida so they could make it easily.
Brenda’s family was scrambling for tickets but she said her parents would
make it along with David, her brother but not the rest of his family due
to the cost of the last-minute flights. The other girls in the bridal
party were friends from her old home back in Ohio and would also be
flying down for the wedding.
Well, what could I say? There really was no choice in the matter. No
matter what it cost, I was going to make my friend’s wedding and that was
that. It wasn't hard to convince my dad to buy me the tickets. I’d
learned many years before when the best time was to ask him for things
like that – in the middle of a BJ.
I flew first class.
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My flight was to arrive on Tuesday which would probably get me to their
place sometime late afternoon or early evening by the time we drove from
the airport to the Keys. I was thrilled as I had never been to South
Florida. Heck, I’d never been to Florida period except for a trip to
Disneyworld with my parents when I was eight.
Brenda had everything planned out. Wednesday would be sort of a fun day,
maybe we’d go swimming or even snorkeling, just sightseeing. Thursday
was the bachelorette party and she said she had no idea what that was
going to be about as her friends were keeping it a state secret. Friday
was rehearsal with the wedding on Saturday. Being they planned to leave
on their honeymoon immediately after the wedding, I scheduled my return
flight for Sunday.
The flight down was rather uneventful. It was the first time in my life
that I’ve flown alone, always with my parents in the past. All my
friends teased me about joining the “Mile High Club” but the flight was
packed and there was no chance of anything remotely like that happening.
I arrived in the Miami airport and was fortunate to find all my luggage
was there waiting for me. Walking outside the luggage area, I heard a
familiar voice!
“Hey Kelly!! Over here! Oh my god, you made it.”
I turned towards the voice and there she was, my old Freshman roomie,
Brenda. God she had changed in the past couple of years! I don’t mean
in a bad way either. With her red hair and freckles she had always
tended to shy from the sun but obviously that wasn’t possible down here.
She was now so tan that her freckles were barely visible and even though
her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, it looked even redder than ever.
I’d always been envious of her breasts but now they looked even better
than ever! Damn she was built like a Mack truck! Whatever she was doing
was keeping her in shape as she looked sexy and curvy as hell. She
certainly wasn’t showing any signs of being pregnant, let me tell you.
She was alone, explaining to me that the other girls were arriving the
next morning at the Fort Lauderdale airport. They would drive down on
their own and would arrive early Wednesday morning. So today it was just
me and her.
It was quite a drive to the Keys, more than I had expected, so it gave
plenty of time for Brenda to explain the situation and tell me about the
people who would be there since I wouldn’t know most of them.
Cathy was going to be her Maid of Honor (MOH). She and Brenda had known
each other since they were little girls. As Brenda described her, I
thought I remembered her from some events back in her hometown but I
would have to wait until I met her to be sure.
“Wasn’t she...,?” I started out but Brenda finished my sentence.
“Yeah, she’s a lesbian,” Brenda giggled.
I laughed and she continued. Celeste was another friend of hers from
back home in Ohio and was going to be the other bridesmaid besides me. I
hadn’t met her so she would definitely be new for me. Then there was
Doreen, a girl she’d met since moving to the Keys. Doreen was a local,
born and raised in the Keys, and was helping Brenda out a lot with her
wedding plans. Although Cathy was the MOH, Doreen was doing most of the
planning for the bachelorette party. All-in- all, it sounded like a fun
group of girls and Brenda seemed excited about having us all together for
the week.
As we drove southward, I was amazed at the scenery – a lot different from
the ‘burgh back home, The Keys were beautiful and when I saw the ocean I
couldn’t wait until we had a chance to get out in it. We passed through
Key Largo and a number of dive shops. Brenda pointed at them and told me
she hoped to come back the next day and take a trip out to the coral
reefs. I’d never been snorkeling before and to be honest, the idea of
swimming with the sharks sort of scared me a bit but she said it was safe
and easy. From the way she described the reefs and fish, I couldn’t wait
to see them.
We passed over several bridges and finally she turned off down a side
road which led to a driveway, almost hidden by the palm trees and lush
vegetation. We wound down a narrow path and then it opened up to reveal
the most gorgeous view. The ocean was in front of us with a beautiful
two-story home to the side. I noticed it was built up on these things
like stilts which Brenda explained to me was for when the hurricanes hit.
I couldn’t imagine the water getting that high but she said they still
had to put everything on the second floor at times!
There was also a smaller house on the opposite side of the property which
Brenda explained was where her family would be staying since there would
not be many of them. Gary’s family would be in the bigger home while the
other girls were staying at a Days Inn just down the road. Brenda turned
to me and smiled, saying, “Don’t worry, you get to stay here with me.”
As soon as we had parked a guy came out of the bigger house and hugged
Brenda and kissed her. Apparently this was Gary, and Brenda confirmed my
deduction after they finally let go of each other. Wow, he was a hunk!
He was tanned and in great shape, with a dark complexion and short black
hair. He looked at me and grinned, something Brenda picked up on
immediately and playfully hit him in the shoulder.
“Hey, eye’s up fella. This is Kelly, my friend from college, the one I
told you about.”
I couldn’t help but wonder just how much she HAD told him about me.
Hmmmmmm, was Brenda going to share? THAT idea was quickly put to rest as
while he was carrying my luggage into the house, Brenda grabbed me by the
arm and whispered in my ear.
“Now Kelly, before you get any ideas, he’s off-limits, OK?” she said in a
tone more serious than I would have expected. I looked at her with a
“Who, me?” expression but she wasn't buying it for a second.
“Oh right, don’t give me that little miss innocent look, I know you
girl!” she said in a more playful manner. Still, she looked more like a
mother lion protecting her cub for a brief moment. Something told me
that I had better steer well clear of Gary!
Her parents were already in the house. It had been years since I’d last
seen them but they hadn't changed a bit – Mr. and Mrs. Cleaver
personified. Someone else was there as well – her brother David. My
pussy immediately tingled as he gave me the once over. He was here alone
and I’d already been thinking all week about the possibilities. From the
way he was looking at me, I was willing to bet he had the same thoughts.
Hmmmmmm, this could get interesting… VERY interesting!
After that we went over to the big house where I was introduced to the
groom’s family. Wayne and Sylvia seemed really nice and from the looks
of the place, Wayne wasn't doing too badly financially either. They had
bought the property over twenty years ago and loved there ever since. I
could only imagine what it was worth now but I wasn't about to ask how
much that would be. Later Brenda confided in me that they had been
offered over five million for the place a few years back and turned it
down.
Back at her smaller house, Brenda showed me her bedroom where I would be
staying as well. OMG, it was beautiful! It was in front of the building
so it overlooked the ocean and beach. It was the most spectacular view I
could have imagined for someone to have from their bedroom window.
As it was getting late and we had already said good night to everyone,
Brenda shut the door behind us. We both stood there for a moment, just
looking at each other and then as if on cue, we each reached out and held
each other tightly. God I had missed her so! We kissed and I was taken
back to that first day at her house when she kissed me. I remember how
shocked I had been but then how wonderful it was after that.
“Mmmmmmm, I’ve been wanting to do that since we met at the airport,” she
said in a husky voice after we finally broke apart. “What do you say we
get ready for bed?”
I nodded, almost afraid to try to say anything, not trusting my voice I
felt so emotional. We both undressed silently and when she had stripped,
I thought at first she had an all-over tan but then I realized it was
just that what tan lines she did have were so small that her bikini must
have been barely covering anything. Her figure was better than ever and
I loved the way her ass was all tanned – her thong must have been non-
existent in the back! She pulled back the covers and sat down on the bed
nude.
“You know, you’re the one that got me started sleeping nude,” she said
conversationally, “God, remember how shocked I was when you stripped that
first night at school as if there was nothing to it?”
I started sleeping nude back when I was twelve. At the time, it was
mostly a young girl trying to mimic her mom but as I got older, I found
it to be just more comfortable. There was never any sexual reason for
sleeping nude, although of course there were those times when it WAS
sexual but I wasn't looking to sleep those times either so they really
didn't count.
When I got to college, I found that each year my roomie reacted
differently. Some, like Brenda, were a little surprised but adapted to
it. At the other end of the spectrum was the one who totally freaked and
threatened to turn me in for being indecent if I didn’t wear at least
something to bed. It wasn't like I ran around the room naked at night,
just when I was in bed. It was the same when I was home. Usually I
would take off the shirt or t-shirt I was wearing just before getting
into bed and then when I got up, I usually headed for the bathroom first
so I didn't worry about anything then, but after that I would slip
something over me.
“Whoa, where did THOSE come from?” she gasped, a little overdramatic.
Brenda was looking at my boobs and I remembered that it had been a while
since she’d seen me nude. I was a solid C cup these days after spending
my college years pretty much a size smaller – to be generous. They were
still nothing compared to hers but at least I wasn't embarrassed to be
next to her now.
I sat down next to her and felt her warm nude hips and legs against mine.
I wanted her so bad yet at the same time, I wanted to savor this moment.
It been a while since we’d been together like this and then there was the
added element of her being my first girl. It was almost like it would
have been if I was with Steve again, my first guy. I could smell her
perfume and wanted to lick her and taste her – everywhere. In the fading
light she looked so beautiful, the outline of her breasts rising and then
falling as her breathing seemed to get heavier.
After what seemed like ages I reached for her, putting my arms around her
shoulders and pulling her naked body in tightly against me. She
responded by wrapping her arms around my waist, hugging me just as
tightly. We fall back onto the bed, embracing one another like two
lovers reuniting after a long separation which in many ways was exactly
what we were. One thing to be clear, in all our years together I had
never considered us lovers, just very close friends. Still, the way we
had sex at times it was almost as if we WERE two lovers.
We worked our way onto the bed as we kissed each other, neither of us
even trying to speak but letting our mouths and hands do the “talking”.
There was nothing we had to say, we both knew what we wanted and we knew
each other well enough to know what the other wanted as well. Our legs
intertwined and I felt hers push in between my thighs, pressing against
my pussy. I did the same, driving my leg upward and into her crotch
until I felt the warmth of her bare pussy against me. Needless to say
based on the tan lines, she shaved totally which was new for me. Back in
school she liked to keep a trimmed growth of red pubic hair. Brenda was
the only “true” redhead I have ever known.
“Ohhhhhh, she moaned as I pressed my leg against her pussy harder,
putting pressure on her clit. If hers was feeling anything like mine at
the moment, I understood totally why she was moaning! It was like we
were synchronized, each of is doing the same to the other.
As we kissed and our tongues played, our hands ran up and down the
other’s bare back. God she felt so warm and smooth! Our boobs pressed
tightly together as my hand moved to her ass while hers did the same with
mine. I squeezed her butt and marveled at how soft yet firm it felt in
my hand. I reached lower, letting my fingers trace along her outer thigh
and then slowly worked my way in closer until my hand was working its way
between my leg and her crotch. I loosened the pressure of my own leg
against her so her hand could fit in better and she did the same for me.
“Ohhhhhh Brenda,” it was my turn to sigh as I felt her hand slip into my
crotch.
She didn’t hesitate, pushing straight to my clit where her finger pressed
against it. I jumped a little as my clit had ignited like a match that
had just been struck and was flaring. Shortly after, I found hers,
already swollen and hard from anticipation. At first that was all we
did, rub each other’s clit and kiss. I loved kissing Brenda and we could
have done that all night so far as I was concerned. Then again, there
were other things on Brenda to kiss besides her mouth!
My finger moved from her clit down between her already wet pussy lips
until I reached her tight little pussy hole. Pressing my finger against
it, it slid in easily and I felt Brenda tense up as I pushed it in about
half way. She gasped as I twirled it around, rubbing my fingertip in
circles around the outer portion of her pussy where I knew it felt so
good to be touched.
Guys see to think that the deeper they go into a girl, the better it is
for them. I like a man’s DICK to be deep in me but that’s more an
emotional satisfaction than a physical one. What makes me feel good is
when I am touched closer to the opening of my pussy. A man sliding in
and out of me is stimulating that area like the bow of a violin as it
passes over the strings. The only difference the length of the bow
really makes is how long a note can be drawn out for before having to
reverse directions.
It’s the same with a dick. Long or short, it feels the same as it moves
in and out of me. The difference is only how long the strokes can be and
I have to admit, the longer ones DO feel better. Fatter cocks tend to be
a little better as they stretch me more and thus rub more against me but
the difference isn’t all that much. Bottom line, the old adage, “it’s
not the size, it’s how you use it” is a lot truer than most people
realize.
Brenda was the first to add a second finger so I did the same with her.
She was a lot tighter than I expected, making me wonder how many guys she
had been with. When I knew her in school, she liked to fuck guys
(including her brother) but she definitely seemed to prefer girls. I
wondered if she had moved more to the girl side but then if she had,
where did Gary fit in? (no pun intended).
I was so horny it wasn't going to take much to make me cum and sure
enough, a few more expert touches from Brenda and I was off to the races.
My pussy gushed and clamped down on her fingers as my legs stretched out
straight and my back arched and pushed by chest in tighter against hers.
God it felt so good! Brenda was relentless, keeping her hand on me and
making sure I came long and hard.
When it came to sustaining an orgasm, Brenda was almost in the same
league as my mother. She seemed to have an instinct for when to push it
and when to back off, like a balancing act between making me cum so hard
I have to quit versus letting it die and wither away slowly. Any way you
look at it, it lasted for several minutes and I was panting as I tried to
catch my breath.
“Same old Kelly,” she mused, “You always were easy to get off.”
I just smiled at her. Back in school we use to have contests to see who
could masturbate and get off first. I can’t think of one time when
Brenda actually beat me. A few times I backed off and let her do it just
so she wouldn’t feel bad but I think she knew it when I did it.
Sometimes I felt guilty when we would touch each other and I would always
be the first to cum but then, I guess I didn’t feel THAT guilty about it!
Brenda usually took a little more to get her off, especially the first
time. Once she was “loosened up” and had cum the first time, then she
was like an orgasm machine with one after the other following. Simply
fingering her usually wasn’t going to do it the first time, at least not
in any reasonable time and I had more planned for her than to spend the
next half hour getting her off with my fingers. I pushed her over on her
back and she smiled as she knew what was happening. Brenda and I’d had
sex so many times, it was like we just knew what the other wanted or was
about to do.
Her legs automatically spread open as she grabbed a spare pillow and
pushed it under her ass to lift her crotch off the bed, making it easier
for me. I put one hand on each of her inner thighs as my face moved in
closer to her wet pussy. God she smelled so good! Her pussy was swollen
and practically dripping as she lifted her hips to present me with her
pussy. Brenda LOVED to have her pussy eaten, maybe that more than
anything else when we had sex. Well, she was in luck, because I LOVED to
eat pussy just as much.
My tongue reached out as my hands spread her pretty pussy apart. Really,
she DID have a pretty pussy. Some girls really don’t look all that
appetizing sometimes but Brenda’s pussy looked more like that of a
fourteen year-old than a girl almost my age. Of course she was more
mature, her pussy lips fully developed, but her skin was unmarked without
a blemish or even a mark from shaving. Plus, as I already said but it
kept reminding me with every breath, she smelled GREAT. Again, some
girls don’t practice the best hygiene and their pussies can be a bit
skanky but not Brenda. I knew she was obsessed with keeping herself
clean and it clearly paid off.
She shuddered as my tongue met her clit and I started to run little
circles around it using just the tip of my tongue. As I did, I let my
mouth move down closer until my lips surrounded her clit and then I
started to gently suck on it like it was a nipple, my tongue teasing the
tip of it between my lips. Her hips started to buck gently under me,
reacting to the pleasure I knew had to be generated from her crotch and
moving throughout her body.
I looked up and saw she had her head tossed back and her hands were on
her breasts, squeezing them and kneading them like bread, her fingertips
and thumb pinching her nipples and pulling on them. I’ve always told
guys that if they want to know how to make a girl feel good, watch what
she does when she touches herself! The same goes for guys. I’ve learned
a lot about how to suck a cock and give hand jobs from watching guys
masturbate. Although not all that many guys are willing to do that for
me, those that do have been quite instructional as well as erotic to
watch.
Without taking my mouth off her clit, I pushed two fingers into her
pussy, stroking them in and out of her like a cock would if a guy was
fucking her now. My other hand went around and under her, cradling her
ass in my hand as best as I could. Yet again I marveled out how
incredibly soft and smooth her ass felt in my hand! Brenda wrapped her
legs around me, using them to pull me in tight into her crotch as her
back arched and she cried out with pleasure. Her orgasm finally took
over and her hips bounced up and down against me like she was being
fucked. I tasted her pussy cum and lapped it up like a cat being offered
a fresh bowl of milk. I have to say, she still tasted great!
After she had cum, I moved along side of her again. She was panting with
her chest heaving up and down as she tried to regain her breath. I
draped one leg over her and put my arm around her, hugging her as I put
my mouth on her closet nipple and suckled on it gently. She used her
hand to push her breast up against my face, squeezing it under my face.
“Fuck that felt so damn good,” she finally managed to whisper hoarsely,
“Like old times, eh Kelly?”
We were both exhausted. I knew she had been running around like mad all
week getting ready for the wedding and with all my travel today, having
sex with Brenda was the perfect ending to a wonderful day. I soon fell
asleep with my head on her breast and my hand cupped around her wet
crotch.
************
When I woke up it was still dark. I must have rolled over in my sleep
because I realized that I was on my side and Brenda was behind me. Just
as I was about to roll over, I froze. Brenda wasn't sleeping – and she
wasn't alone.
“Oh yeah, fuck me,” I heard her saying, obviously trying to hold her
voice down but not doing a very good job of it.
“Shhhhhh, you’ll wake her up – and mom and dad too if you don’t keep it
down!”
My heart skipped a beat as I recognized the voice. It was David,
Brenda’s older brother. It didn’t shock me that he was fucking her –
he’d been doing that for years and I take credit for helping them get
started. No, what surprised me was that he was doing her NOW – with her
parents right down the hall in a house that was NOT built for keeping
things quiet. Even now I could hear her dad snoring!
I could feel the bed moving, bouncing gently as he was fucking her. My
guess, from the way their voices sounded and the bed was moving, that he
was on top of her in standard missionary style, pumping his dick in and
out of his sister in a slow but constant rhythm.
As I listened to them fuck, I recalled the days when I was first staying
at Brenda’s house. Back then we got talking about doing guys and I had
mentioned her brother was pretty hot. It was all in jest at the
beginning but after a while she confessed that she had been attracted
physically to her brother since she was barely a teenager. She had never
dared to actually approach him about her feelings but many a night she
had laid in bed masturbating about what it would be like if her brother
were to come into her room at night when the parents were away.
David was married with two boys but his wife was a first-class bitch. It
didn’t take a lot for me to get him to fuck me, actually it would have
been more fun if he HAD put up a bit more resistance. In the course of
things I asked him about his sister. Of course at first he pretended it
was appalling that anyone would fuck their sister but when he got good
and horny he basically confessed to the same desires as Brenda – with the
same worries holding him back as Brenda had. I thought it was hilarious
that both of them wanted each other for all these years but neither
thought they could do anything about it.
Well, I took care of THAT little problem. For the longest time they
would only fuck when I was with them, as if somehow by having me there it
wasn't quite as “bad” as if they were doing each other privately.
Eventually they did fuck alone but I had wondered if that had kept up
over the years or died down as they both grew older. Well, I had my
answer to THAT question, that’s for sure. For him to fuck her just days
before she was to be married was even hotter. I wondered what would
happen after she got married. Would she keep fucking him? I certainly
had some things to discuss with her later.
************
After he had cum and quietly left the room, Brenda rolled over and I felt
her put her arms around me and bury her head in my neck. I laid there,
pretending to be asleep, as her hands roamed over me. It was all I could
do not to react when she cupped my boob and played with my nipples. When
her hand reached ,my pussy and she worked her finger on my clit, I HAD to
do SOMETHING. I stirred and pretended to be surprised as I woke up.
Brenda made no effort to pull away from me and she kept playing with my
pussy as I rubbed my eyes and acted as though I had just woken up.
“Mmmmmmm, somebody’s horny I think,” I said softly, putting my hand over
hers as she put her finger into my pussy a little bit. She didn’t
respond so I rolled over and pushed her on her back.
“Well, you’re not the only one,” I said to her, grinning as I reached for
her pussy.
She was soaking wet, of course, from having just been fucked by David and
her pussy was slimy with his cum. She had no idea that I knew she had
just been fucked so I didn’t say anything about how her pussy was a dead
giveaway. I started to move towards her crotch again but she grabbed me
and tried to hold me back.
“Let me lick you this time,” she offered.
I knew that she was saying that only because she knew what was waiting
for me down there. I smiled to myself as I thought the very same reason
she wanted me NOT to lick her was the reason I WANTED to lick her pussy.
I knew she wasn’t ashamed or embarrassed that her pussy was a mess, it
was probably more guilt that she had fucked David without offering me any
of his dick.
“How about we BOTH do it then?” I proposed. I didn’t wait for her answer
because I knew what it was going to be before I even asked it. Brenda
never could refuse a 69 and I knew she wasn't about to start tonight.
I moved myself not op of her and straddled her head with my crotch just
over her face. I put my hands on her hips as I lowered my head to her
crotch while squatting down and letting my own pussy drop to her waiting
tongue. My pussy reached her tongue at the same time as my face reached
her crotch and we both jerked slightly as pout clits reacted to the
other’s touch. She was spoon licking me while I did the same to her.
Mmmmmmm, she tasted good and I could taste the mixture of sperm and pussy
cum that was drinking from her pussy. I wondered if she knew that I
recognized what I was eating and that it wasn't just coming from her
horny pussy.
This time around she came a lot easier and we actually got ourselves off
at about the same time this time around. When we finished, I got off and
we reestablished our position next to each other, one arm around the
other, our legs intertwined once again.
“Mmmmmmm, that was nice,” she purred.
“Yeah, I hate to say this girl but your pussy tastes even better with
your brother’s cum in it.”
I said it casually, as it we were talking about the weather, and it took
a few seconds for it to register in her head what I had just said.
“Ohhhhhh, so you heard us?” she giggled.
“Well, you never were very quiet when he fucked you,” I chuckled, “I use
to wonder how your parents slept through your orgasms sometimes. So I
take it the two of you have stayed close?”
Brenda giggled again, confessing, “Yeah, you could say that. His
marriage has been pretty shaky lately and it seems he spends more time
fucking me than he does with his wife – not that I really am bother by
it, mind you.”
“Well, don’t I get a thank you?” I said teasingly.
Brenda laughed at me, “You’re never going to let me forget that, are
you?”
I reached up and kissed her and replied, “Nope, never… So do I get to
fuck him this week too? And how come you didn’t wake me and let me join
in?”
Brenda frowned a little. “We actually talked about that before you got
here and he seems funny about it for some reason. It’s like it’s ok to
fuck me because I’m his sister and nothing can ever happen between us.
With you it is like he is cheating on his wife. As much as they fight, I
think he still loves the bitch for reason I don’t understand.”
Well, so much for getting fucked by David this week! Oh well, I had a
feeling there would be opportunities. I was in Florida and there HAD to
be a zillion guys looking to get laid!
We fell back asleep again and this time we weren't interrupted until the
sun came up and flooded the room with light. I was the first to wake up
and I looked at Brenda, lying flat on her back with the covers off. God
she was beautiful! In a way, I envied her fiancé. He was going to get
to wake up to this vision every morning for the rest of their lives!
It was Wednesday, the start of my first full day in the Florida Keys. I
looked in the mirror and wondered what would happen before the day was
over. If I knew Brenda, it was going to be fun if nothing else!
Chapter 2 - June 4, Snorkeling in the Keys
==========================================
It was my first full day in Florida. Since arriving last night I’d met
Brenda’s fiancé and future in-laws as well as her own parents and
brother. I was the first to wake up this morning and when I looked at
the bed and saw Brenda’s nude body sprawled out, my pussy tingled as I
recalled our night together, the first time in ages for us. There’s just
something about being with her that has always turned me on. It was too
bad that her brother wouldn’t fuck me after he did her, but I could
understand his reasoning. Who knows, maybe by the end of the week I
might get him to loosen up a bit!
As I showered my hands rubbed over my boobs and I recalled how good it
felt when she had kissed them last night. My pussy tingled as memories
of her talented tongue on it flooded back. As my fingers rubbed my clit,
I gasped as it responded quickly. God was I horny! Hmmmmmm, maybe I
needed to give her a wakeup call? Actually, I was about to do just that
when the shower curtain pulled back and there she was, standing there
grinning at me. I had been concentrating so hard on playing with myself
that I hadn’t heard her come in the bathroom with the noise of the
shower.
“Well, some things never change, do they, “she giggled, “You always did
wake up horny as hell.”
She was right. Although I guess you could say I was horny to some degree
at just about any time of day, mornings were when my body seemed to
naturally crave sex the most. It was a rare day that I got dressed
without having first either masturbated or had sex – or both if I was
lucky. When we were roomies Brenda use to tease me all the time about
how horny I was when I woke up. Not she minded!
I just grinned at her without stopping what I was doing. My heart raced
as she stepped into the shower stall behind me, taking the bar of soap
and using it to lather me up all over. She seemed more interested in
making sure my boobs were clean, rubbing the bar around them and then
teasing my nipples with it. I loved the way the slippery surface felt
against my hard nipples!
“Damn I love your boobs,” she whispered behind me, “You know I’ve always
liked them but now…. Damn girl they are GREAT!”
It made me feel good to hear her say that. How many years did I spend as
a teenager feeling embarrassed over my small boobs. I was barely out of
a training bra by the time my best friend Beth was in a C cup. It seemed
I was always behind the other girls but fortunately, the boys didn’t seem
to mind. Sure, the tended to look first at my friend’s chest but I put
out more easily than most of them and in the end, that trumped their
bigger boobs so I was never at a loss for a guy to take me out so long as
I lived up to my reputation.
I could feel Brenda's large breasts against my back as she wrapped her
arms around me and pressed her nude, wet body up against mine. Her hands
worked their way downward until she was ‘cleaning” my crotch, using the
bar of soap on my clit now. OMG, I started to cum almost immediately.
Between my own touches before she came in and now with her body against
me and playing with my clit, I came easily. My knees felt week and my
legs trembled as I fought to even stand up.
“Oh god, Brenda… that feels SO good,” I finally was able to gasp as my
orgasm faded slowly away. She always did know how to get me off quick,
almost as well as my mom.
Brenda let the shower rinse me off and then she patted me on the ass and
stepped out of the shower. She looked back at me and grinned saying,
“Just like old times, eh?”
Indeed it was. Damn… how many times had she gotten me off in the
mornings when we were roomies? It must have been dozens at least, maybe
even over a hundred. Funny, but I rarely did her in the morning, it was
almost always her getting me off. I had tried, of course, to reciprocate
but Brenda was more a “night” person in contrast to my being a “morning”
person. She was more the type to wake me up in the middle of the night
shaking the bed as she played with herself. It was no coincidence, I was
sure, that her brother had chosen the middle of the night to fuck her.
Feeling a little better (I could have let her do me a few more times and
still not been satisfied), I finished up in the bathroom and went back to
the bedroom to get dressed. I chose a pair of my shortest cutoffs and a
tank top that was a size or so too small and fit me like a glove.
Without a bra, my nipples showed through it like I was wearing nothing.
I wasn’t wearing anything under the shorts, letting my ass poke out
through the bottoms if I bent over even the slightest amount. My dad
called this my “fuck me” outfit, as I usually wore it when that was what
I wanted someone to do to me. I was hoping it wouldn’t be too much for
the circumstances but when Brenda retuned from the bathroom she looked at
me and gave me an approving smile.
“Nice outfit,” she said softly, “Yeah, you’ll fit right in around here.”
She just put on her bikini bottoms and a t-shirt that came to about her
mid- stomach area. With her big boobs, it stretched out and she looked
incredibly sexy. The bikini was really more of a thong. I covered her
pussy well enough but her ass may as well have been bare for all those
little pieces of string hid.
I was a little surprised, actually, that she would wear something like
that with her parents around. Back home she liked to wear little bikinis
but her mother never really liked it when I wore a thong and Brenda only
wore them when her parents weren't around. I guess with her getting
married and having loved o her own, she wasn't as concerned about what
her mother thought of her wardrobe!
I moved up to her and kissed her, my hands immediately each grabbing a
piece of her bare ass. “Mmmmmmm, I’ve always loved your ass,” I
murmured. She giggled as we tried to keep kissing. “Yeah, I know,” she
replied, “Why do you think I’m wearing this?”
************
Just then her mother called from the kitchen, announcing that breakfast
was ready. It didn’t really seem fair that her mother should have to
cook for us while we were all enjoying ourselves but then, that was the
type of mother and wife she was – a little old fashioned maybe, but
loving and caring. Brenda and I made our way there and when we walked
in, she looked at us and then gave Brenda a second look. Her eyes went
to Brenda’s butt and her lips tightened. I knew she was dying to say
something but she kept it to herself, or so I thought. After a few
minutes she turned around quickly and it was like she couldn’t hold back
anymore and would burst if she didn’t say something.
“Brenda, do you really have to run around naked in front of your family?”
she said, the anxiety clear in her voice.
“Mommmmmm, I’m NOT naked,” Brenda protested.
“You may as well be,” her mother insisted, “I can’t even see anything
behind you and in front... well I think it’s obscene to let your swimming
suit pull up into you like that in front of people.”
“Oh mom, ALL the girls dress like this down here,” Brenda insisted,
pleading her case.
“Well your friend is at least wearing a little bit to cover herself. Why
can’t you wear something like she has on?”
It was sort of funny that the same outfit she use to think was too
revealing on me in the past was now something she would prefer to see
Brenda wearing. I guess everything is relative.
Before they went any further, her dad and brother walked in. I got a
kick out of how her dad tried to pretend he didn’t notice his daughters
cute little ass on display for him as she served him his breakfast. Her
brother was a little less circumspect, openly staring at her butt. I
couldn’t blame him, Brenda DID have an incredible ass and to see it all
tanned and bare was about as sexy and erotic as I could imagine her
being.
“David!” Brenda’s mother hissed, as if the rest of us couldn’t hear her.
David looked at his mom a little sheepishly and stopped staring at his
sister’s ass but throughout breakfast, he would use any excuse to get
another peek at it. We were doing dishes while the guys went outside to
look around at the beach when someone knocked at the door and then it
opened. In walked a young girl, maybe eighteen or so. She was cute,
maybe a few inches shorter than me with long straight brunette hair. She
had the type of tan that told you she was in the sun all the time, not
just for vacation. She was dressed actually quite similar to Brenda – a
narrow thong and t-shirt but her top went down further and actually
covered about half her all but bare ass – a cute little “bubble butt”.
What struck me immediately, though, was her boobs. OMG, they were HUGE.
I couldn’t help but wonder if they were fake given how out of proportion
they were to the her petite body. They had to be DD or maybe even
bigger. From the way they moved under her t-shirt, though, they seemed
to be real. As big as they were I was a little surprised that she didn’t
were a bra or bikini top to support them. The girl walked in like she
owned the place and when Brenda saw her, they both reached out and hugged
each other. Then she noticed me standing there and looked at Brenda,
waiting to be introduced.
“Doreen, this is Kelly, the girl I told you about from school,” Brenda
said, “Kelly, this is Doreen, we work together at the Rescue Center.”
We gave each other a polite hug and said a few things to get to know each
other. So this was the local friend that Brenda had mentioned during our
trip down here. Somewhere since I had arrived Brenda had mentioned she
was bi. Looking at her incredible body, I wondered exactly how much
Brenda had told her about us.
“So when are the others getting in?” Doreen asked. Brenda explained that
Cathy and Celeste had taken the earliest flights they could get and
should be here sometime around noon or so.
“So what’s the plan for today then?” Doreen continued, “By the way, we’re
all set for tomorrow. You’re gonna LOVE it, trust me.”
I assumed she was talking about the bachelorette party. I wondered what
she had planned and whether she would let me in on it the secret but that
was all she said for the moment before changing subject. Brenda had
obviously given up trying to pry the details out of her and let the
comment go by.
“I thought we’d head up to Largo and take one of the snorkeling tours,”
Brenda explained, “Kelly’s never even swam in the ocean and I don’t think
the others have ever been out to a reef before.”
Doreen just nodded and they started to debate which place would be best
to go. Each of them appeared to have their favorite but finally they
settled on one. Personally, it didn’t make any difference to me.
Really, what was the big deal WHO took you out. Once you were in the
water I imagined it was the same no matter what outfit took you there.
Evidently they didn’t share my opinion. Oh well, they knew more about
what they were doing than I did and apparently I was missing something in
the equation.
“Well, THAT’S settled so what are we going to do until then?” Doreen
asked Brenda.
So far I had been sort of left out of the conversation but that was OK
with me. Whatever they wanted to do I was sure would be fine with me.
Personally, I wouldn’t mind getting to know Doreen better – a LOT better.
************
It was getting on towards 10:00 so we didn’t have time to go too far if
we wanted to be back before the other girls arrived. Brenda suggested a
few shops nearby and so it was off shopping for us. We visited a few
bikini shops and I found the most incredible outfit that I JUST had to
buy. Amazing how much something that barely is visible on you can cost
so much! Unfortunately, it also showed off my tans lines and I knew I
would have to be careful not to let myself get sunburned as those areas
could be a bit sensitive!
When we returned it was just about noon. As we were getting out of the
car, another car pulled up the driveway. It parked next to us and out
popped two more girls, Cathy and Celeste I assumed. Cathy, the Maid of
Honor, was the blonde that Brenda had described as being someone I may
have remembered but it had been years most likely since we met and to
honest, she wasn't ringing any bells. She looked to be a little older
and indeed, at 25 she was the oldest of our group. She looked like your
average Ohio girl, a little heavy but nothing too much – “something to
hold onto” as the guys liked to say back there. She was also a lesbian
if I remembered Brenda’s earlier comments.
The last girl, Celeste, was also a blonde. One thing that made her stand
out from the crowd, at least our little one, was her boobs. As a solid
C-cup, I was probably the smallest of the bunch until I saw Celeste. Her
chest was all but flat, maybe an A-cup at best. She had to be a little
self-conscious about them, especially with the rest of us wearing outfits
designed to show ours off as much as possible. She was also a little
plain, to be brutally honest, and it didn’t help that her blonde hair was
cut too short for her face and appeared to have been trimmed by herself
in the mirror. She was also dressed the most conservative of all of us,
with shorts and a loose t-shirt that if anything, hid what boobs she may
have had. The shorts were the type that Brenda’s mom would have approved
of if that tells you anything. She was shy and I couldn’t help but
wonder how she was going to fit in with the rest of us, none of whom were
shy about showing off anything.
We all hugged and with our little gang now complete, Brenda took us in
for a quick lunch. We snacked on some sandwiches that her mom had made
while Brenda’s brother carried in the girls’ luggage. It would have been
sweet of him except I knew he had ulterior motives – it gave him more
opportunity to get a closer look at us!
Brenda explained her plans for the day and both Celeste and Cathy seemed
excited about snorkeling. Like me, they’d never done it before so it
promised to be an interesting day, if nothing else. As we got ready to
go, Celeste pulled Brenda aside and I saw them talking earnestly in the
corner but couldn’t overhear what they were saying. Celeste looked like
she was about to cry but Brenda hugged her and seemed to be reassuring
her. Hmmm. I wondered what THAT was all about?
We got back in the convertible again and headed off for Key Largo, where
most of the tour companies operated for the reef trips. I wasn't sure
what kind of place Brenda and Doreen had finally agreed up but it turned
out to be something I hadn’t expected – a state park! Brenda would later
explain to me that there were lots of private outfits but most of them
weren’t as well equipped and they tended to be more tourist traps than
anything else.
Apparently the state had hired an outfit to run their tours and funded
them quite well. She said the boats were all nice and the trips were
more professional. The only problem was that sometimes there were groups
from local school that made it hard to get on but she had a friend that
worked the desk where the tours were booked and had made sure that we
wouldn’t have to put up with a bunch of giggling little girls.
Doreen had some sort of pass that got us through the front gate and when
we parked, we had to go into a building to sign up for our tour. The
tours were a lot more expensive than I had expected but Brenda assured us
not to worry.
“That’s what daddy’s are for!” she laughed as she pulled out what was
apparently her father’s credit card.
Her friend who worked there explained we had just missed about fifty kids
from the local elementary school. Thank goodness, I couldn’t have
imagined getting on a boat full of little kids for the afternoon.
That is one thing most people misunderstand about me. I like to chat
with guys about their desires for younger girls and I even fantasize
about being with boys and girls myself at times. However, there is a BIG
difference between reality and fantasy. For instance, when I teach, I
can’t help but notice the boys when they try to look down my blouse or up
my skirt and get all hard in their seats. Some of the girls look pretty
hot at young ages these days as well. Sure I may fantasize about them,
but I would NEVER actually DO anything with them. In fact, the youngest
boy I’ve ever had sex with was sixteen, and he was my first when I was
only fourteen so he was actually two years OLDER than me.
My cousin Kristi is the one who likes the younger boys and she DOES fool
around with them and has tried to get me to join in at times. Even then,
the youngest that I would let her get me involved with was sixteen. As
for girls, if you exclude my cousins, the youngest for me has been
eighteen and that was Brenda! So the idea of actually being with a few
dozen young kids and trying to be sexy and wild was NOT something I cared
to do.
After signing up we wandered around the exhibits to kill the time before
the trip. As our appointed time drew near, we went over to the docks and
picked up our snorkeling gear. The guy handing them out was shirtless
and looked like he had just stepped off the set of Baywatch. Mmmmmmm,
these Florida boys were nice! He seemed to pay a lot more attention to
us than the other couples and families, like THAT was a surprise! We
waited on some benches for the boat to return from its previous trip,
giving me a chance to assess the people who would be going out with us.
Brenda’s friend had told us that there would be a total of twenty of us
on board plus the crew of three. From the looks of things, the remaining
people were mostly couples with one family that included two boys and a
girl. The boys were the oldest, one looking to be maybe sixteen or so
with the other a couple years younger. The girl was maybe eight to nine,
cute as a button. Mom and Dad looked to be worn out, probably towards
the end of one of those classic “family vacations” where you actually had
to return home to rest.
Of the couples, most looked to be in their twenties and one couple were
newlyweds – you can spot them a mile away! It was shaping up to be quite
a diverse group where a couple of the girls were pretty hot while one
couple looked like they were Amish or something from the way they were
dressed so conservatively. Oh well, Brenda had explained that it didn’t
really matter who was going with us since once we got out there we would
all be on our own anyway.
The five of us hung together for the most part. I noticed the guys, even
some of the fathers, glancing our way now and then. Given the way we
were dressed and flirting, I would have only been surprised if they had
NOT! Still, it didn't look like there was going to be any hanky-panky
with a group as varied and large as this.
The one who stared at us the most, though, was the sixteen year-old who
couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of us. Of course we all noticed and
made sure he got some good looks now and then, even Cathy. I was
learning that just because you're a lesbian doesn't mean you don't like
to show off your body.
Somebody said something and everybody looked over at the water. I turned
and there was this huge boat heading back to the dock. Well, maybe it
wasn't really HUGE but it was certainly a lot bigger than my parents’ ski
boat. I’d never been on a real boat before and for a moment I wondered
if I would get seasick. God, THAT would screw up the day I bet.
************
The boat docked and the people streamed of in single file. They appeared
to be smiling and happy so they must have had a good time. When they
were off, somebody made an announcement and soon we were on board to
replace them. Some of the people sat under the cover of the boat while
the rest of us remained out in the sun at the rear end. Hey, I wanted
some Florida sun so the last thing I was going to do was sit in the
shade. Besides, I’d overheard someone say the odds of getting seasick
were less if you stayed in the outside areas and could see the horizon.
The newlyweds were back with us and it was like “get a room” with them.
God, they couldn’t keep their hands off of each other and considering how
skimpy of a bikini she was wearing, about any place he put his hands was
bare skin. They didn’t seem to care and neither did I. if anything, I
was jealous. I wished my boyfriend Duane was with me now. We’d have put
on our own show for them. The family was under the cabin shade. They
looked a bit sun burnt already and no doubt were trying to avoid getting
any worse.
Once we had a brief safety speech the boat got underway and we were told
we could go up to the upper deck or even out on the bow. The bow looked
a little scary to me so we all headed up the ladder to the top deck. As
I started up the steps, I couldn’t help but notice the teenage boy was
positioned to give himself a great view of all the girls’ asses as we
climbed up the ladder. Given how skimpy some of our thongs were, he
probably had a few good pussy shots as well! I didn’t mind, it was sort
of cute in a way.
It was about a half hour to get to the reef. First we had to wind though
these channels and I kept hoping to see an alligator until Brenda laughed
at me and told me they didn’t love in the ocean. I felt really dumb!
Doreen must have overheard me talking to Brenda because she came up to me
and whispered in my ear something about seeing plenty of them before the
week was over but I didn’t have a clue what she was referring to. The
water was beautiful! I’d never seen anything so clear and pretty in my
life. We leaned over the railings, sticking our butts out and I hoped
the guys were getting a good eyeful.
The only disappointing thing, if you can call it that, about the trip out
was the professionalism of the crew. Damn, I flirted as much as I could
with one of the hunks but he just acted as if nothing was happening. It
wasn't like he wasn’t polite to anything. Heck, if anything he was TOO
polite. At the same time, if he reacted at all to my overtures, he
certainly kept it to himself. So much for any fantasies about getting
fucked by the captain or first mate!
When we arrived at the place where we would be snorkeling, I looked at
Brenda a bit disappointed. We were out in the middle of nowhere with
nothing around us. What was the big deal? She laughed at me and once
again I felt like the stupid tourist.
“The reef is UNDER the water,” Brenda sighed, rolling her eyes at me,
“Why do you think we need the snorkeling gear?”
Well, somebody could have explained that to me BEFORE now. Of course I
knew it was underwater. I just thought it would be visible from the
surface as well. How was I to know these things?
Some of the people had their own gear and as soon as we tied up to this
monster ball floating in the water, they were dressed and in the water,
heading for where they told us to swim towards. For us novices, one of
the crew held a brief tutorial on how to use a snorkel. It didn’t look
all that hard – piece of cake, right?
I sat down at the rear of the boat were it was almost level with the
water and put on the fins and then adjusted the mask the way he had shown
us. The snorkel tasted like plastic – maybe because it WAS plastic, and
it felt funny in my mouth. I was the last of our group to go in and
finally I slid in slowly.
************
The water felt perfect – not too warm but not chilly at all. I got my
first good taste of saltwater right off the bat and thought I was going
to puke. Ugh!
“You’re not suppose to drink it!” Brenda teased me as she swam over to
me. She helped me adjust the safety vest so it wasn't rubbing so much –
letting her hand dwell in my crotch a little longer than necessary. It
helped me to float and I started to swim along with our group. I was a
good swimmer but I’d never used fins before and they took some getting
use to.
Looking at our group, you would have thought we were all bottomless as
our bare butts stuck up out of the water with our thongs pulled tight in
our ass cracks. The crew was watching us and I’m sure they were taking
in an eyeful.
Everyone seemed to head off in different directions. The five of us
pretty much stuck together while the rest of the people who came out with
us struck out on their own. At first there was nothing but grass under
us but soon we reached deeper water and the reef started. Oh my god!
I’d never seen anything so beautiful! The coral and fish were
incredible. Now and then I still got a mouthful of seawater but I got
better as time went by. I took a break for a moment and just floated. I
noticed we were pretty much alone with everyone else a ways away.
Apparently I wasn't the only one to notice.
Doreen was the local girl, along with Brenda who while not native, was at
least living in the Keys unlike the rest of us. They were the ones
experienced at snorkeling and soon the two of them started some more
“advanced” moves where they would swim down under the water instead of
staying on the surface. I tried it once and got a solid mouthful of
sweater so I was content to stay at the surface and watch them. We were
in a place where we were surrounded by the reef rocks, forming almost a
coliseum type of atmosphere where Doreen and Brenda were like two
gladiator in the center with Cathy, Celeste and myself watching as
spectators. However, fighting reach each other was obviously the last
thing on their minds.
To my shock, I saw Doreen suddenly snag Brenda’s thong and pull the
string, letting it loosen and fall off of her, Doreen grabbed the thong
and stuffed it in her life vest while Brenda, not to be outdone, did the
same with Doreen’s. It wouldn’t have worked with mine since it would
only come off by sliding it down off my feet but I couldn’t help but
wonder now if it wasn't just a coincidence that the two of them both wore
string-tied thongs. Something told me this wasn't their first time doing
this! I watched as they swam around bottomless. Actually, from the rear
it wasn't much different than before, but now I could clearly see their
pussies when they twisted and turned in the water.
“C’mon, take yours off too,” Doreen said to me as she surfaced in front
of me.” I saw Brenda talking to Cathy and Celeste, no doubt encouraging
them to do the same.
It wasn’t like any of us were prudes so soon all of us were snorkeling
the reef sans our bottoms. From the boat, they probably never noticed
anything as first they would have needed binoculars to see us that well
and second, from the back most of us looked bare even WITH our thongs on.
It didn’t make a lot of sense to take our tops off with the life vests on
so we kept those on. I remember when they first handed them to us I had
wondered why I needed to wear it given I was a good swimmer. Well, try
swimming for an hour in the open ocean and you’ll be glad to have one to
help you out!
It felt sort of naughty but good to swim bottomless around the reef. At
first there was nobody around us but it was amazing how fast that could
change. The newlyweds suddenly appeared in front of me but I quickly saw
I didn't need to worry about them seeing anything. She was hanging onto
his cock, totally unashamed to let me watch as she stroked him under the
water. From what I could see, he wasn’t hung too badly and I wondered
for a moment what would happen if I made an attempt to share but then I
decided it probably wasn't a good idea at the time.
I wondered if they planned to fuck as well? Or had they already? We
weren't suppose to touch anything and fucking while floating in the water
is not as easy as you might think – I know! Besides, I didn’t know how
salt water would act as a lubricant. Lake water wasn't all that great, I
knew that much. If I hadn’t been so horny and wet myself, it might not
have been very enjoyable.
Cathy swam by me and I pointed out the couple to her. She just grinned
and shook her head. Well, I guess as a lesbian seeing a guy getting a
hand-job wasn't at the top of her “to do” list. Later, after they had
moved away, Brenda came by and grinned at me.
“Did you see those two?”
“Yeah, do you think they fucked out here?” I asked.
Brenda gave me a naughty grin and answered, “Well, let’s just say they
wouldn’t be the first ones.”
My mouth opened and I almost caught a wave of saltwater for my efforts.
Damn, she had done it out here herself! I wondered if it was with her
fiancé or someone else. It was something I would have to ask her later,
that was for sure. Brenda just laughed at me. She was still a tease,
that was for sure. I also wondered just how much she and Doreen had done
out here. Now THAT might be even more interesting.
************
It was getting close to the time when they would be blowing the horn to
call us back in. I was off on my own a little, exploring some
interesting coral formations and admitting the incredible array of fish
that seemed to surround me. To the side of me, I saw the teenage boy
that had been with the family that was out with us. He looked to be
alone and I ignored him as I was engrossed in the beauty around me.
The kid hung around and seemed to be watching me closely when suddenly it
downed on me what he was looking at. Crap, I’d actually forgotten I was
bottomless! No wonder the kids was so mesmerized by me! I felt a slight
twinge as I thought about this kid getting a view of my pussy. With the
water, it wasn’t like I was posing for him with a crystal clear view but
I’m sure it was good enough for him. No doubt under those baggy swim
shorts he was sporting one hell of an erection!
What do you do in such a situation? There was no way I was going to DO
anything with him, not under the circumstances let alone the fact he was
underage. He’d already seen I was naked, at least on the bottom, so it
wasn't like I’d anything left to hide. Well, I decided to make it a
truly memorable experience, as best I could at least in this situation.
I pretended not to notice he was there and slowly moved about the reef.
I tried my best to keep my legs spread apart so he could see up between
them and get a better view of my crotch. Now and then I would rub myself
almost absentmindedly, not really masturbating but more like I was trying
to rub an itch. I wondered how hard his teenage dick was and I would
have loved it had he pulled off his shorts as well but he showed no signs
of being willing to do that.
Just then the horn blew and it was time to head back to the boat. I
surfaced and saw him there a few yards away. I grinned at him and he
must have realized I knew he had been watching me because suddenly he
look all embarrassed and he quickly swam away. I chuckled to myself as I
slipped my thong back on and then joined up with the rest of our group as
we made it back to the boat.
It was a lot harder to get back in the boat, even with a ladder, than I
would have thought. Trying to pull myself up, my arms felt a lot more
tired than they felt floating in the warm water. One of the crew members
was there to help us in. He seemed to getting a pretty good eyeful down
all our bikinis at the same time!
Once I removed my fins and life vest, the last thing I wanted to do was
stand around on top like we had on the way out. I needed to sit down,
lay down if possible. Brenda encouraged us to join her out on the bow
where there was a flat section where she had laid out some beach towels
for us all. The deck was warm from the sun and felt good on my worn-out
body. The five of us laid out side by side, facing forward. I imagine
the folks back in the cabin were getting a pretty good view – and I don’t
mean of the Keys! To be honest, although it made me feel a little horny
thinking about who might be looking up our crotches, at the moment I was
too tired to even think about having sex with anyone! Who would have
ever thought snorkeling was so much work?
We stayed there enjoying the view and breeze as the boat rushed back to
shore for their next tour group. As we approached, we had to go back
through me maze of channels and by then I was feeling rested so I went
back up to the top where I could see better. Damn if that boy wasn’t
perched at the base of the ladder, openly staring at the butts of the
girls who went up and down the ladder. As I walked by him I smiled.
He’d had a better view of my crotch out on the water. He actually
blushed a little bit but I thought it was cute. I bet he would be
masturbating about me the very next chance he got!
As we were getting off the boat, the crew guy who had “helped” us into
the boat out on the reef pulled me aside. He mentioned that we might be
interested in a more “personal” tour of the reefs and if so, he’s be
happy to take us out with just us and his buddies. I couldn’t help but
smile at his blatant attempt but then, I suppose he met a lot of hot
girls during the day without a lot of time to do anything with them so
why not be direct?
I smiled at him and told him I was just down for a wedding for a few
days. His eyes brightened up and he said he did bachelorette parties.
He was quite the hunk and I could imagine he would be pretty hot giving
me a lap dance but sadly, I had to tell him we already had one planned.
He just shrugged and ignored me after that. I guess since he didn’t
score he wasn’t going to waste any more time with me.
One thing I learned about swimming in the ocean, you felt yucky
afterwards so we all headed to a small shower set up near the boat dock.
There was a big shower and changing building but it was under
construction and all they had was this little nozzle. We all huddled
under the feeble stream and washed ourselves off. I felt a nudge in my
side and I didn’t know who did it but I looked up and saw we had
attracted quite a crowd of guys watching us. I bet they would have loved
it had we pulled our tops off but THAT wasn’t in the cards for today.
As we drove back to the house, I thought about what a great time I had
out on the reef. OK, so it wasn't the greatest sexual adventure I’d ever
had but sometimes, it’s just fun to spend the day teasing and flirting.
Tomorrow was the bachelorette party and something told me we would be
having a little more “fun” than we had today!
Chapter 3 - June 5, Bachelorette Party
======================================
It was Day Three in Florida. Although Brenda’s wedding was reason I’d
come to Florida, today was the day I’d been anticipating the most from a
purely selfish perspective. It had been quite a while since I’d attended
a bachelorette party and this one was promising to be like none other.
Doreen, Brenda’s 18 year-old friend, was a local girl and had taken
charge of the planning. So far, she had mischievously refused to share
the details with any of us except Cathy, the Maid of Honor (MOH), as she
is the one who traditionally would have been making the arrangements.
The two of them were having great fun teasing us about it, offering
little hints that meant nothing to me and then refusing to cough up any
details that might give away their plans.
After snorkeling yesterday, I was nursing a minor sunburn but nothing too
bad thanks to my SPF 50 sunscreen. Although I hadn't expected to have
any problems with sun as I had started tanning back home, as it turned
out the sun was MUCH more intense down here. It didn’t help that I’d
bought a new thong bikini yesterday morning which covered even less than
my “slut bikini” (as my dad called it) back home. To make it worse (or
better, depending on your perspective), when you snorkel your ass is
facing up towards the sun so you can imagine the implications.
Doreen had warned us that we would have to leave fairly early in the
morning (apparently 10:00 was “early” for her”) so that left plenty of
time for the five of us to hang together and have a light breakfast.
Afterwards, we all piled into Brenda’s rental car as it was the biggest
(actually it was her parents’ car). Even so, it was a convertible with a
SMALL back seat and bucket seats up front so things were a little tight
with three of us in back - but I wasn't complaining.
Doreen knew the way to wherever we were going so she took over the
driving chores with Brenda up front riding shotgun. Wedged like sardines
in back was myself, Cathy, and Celeste, the other bridesmaid besides me.
With the top was down the five of us had a great time as Doreen sped back
towards the mainland. As pretty as the scenery was, I wasn't really
paying a lot of attention as with Cathy and Celeste on each side of me, I
was more than a little distracted. We were all wearing just our bikinis
and as people drove by, they would stare at us and depending on who was
in the other car, one or more of us would flash them and we’d all laugh
hard and had a good time. Even so, I couldn’t help but notice that we
seemed to be heading AWAY from civilization so it wasn't like we were
heading to the beach or to a club.
Finally Doreen pulled off the road and I sat up in the seat to get a
better look around. Needless to say, I was more than a bit surprised at
where we were. The words “Airboat Rides” were featured on a large, gaudy
sign out front. Now what the heck was THAT all about?
“Everybody out, we’re here!” Doreen announced cheerily. We all quickly
got out and gathered behind the car where Doreen and Cathy were grinning
from ear to ear while the rest of us looked about curiously.
“Hey, I promised you something wild and different for your bachelorette
party, didn’t I?” Doreen quizzed Brenda, “Well... I bet you’ve never
gotten down and dirty in a swamp surrounded by alligators, have you?”
“Oh... My... God!” was all Brenda could say.
Myself and the other girls were in shock as well. What the hell was
Doreen talking about? OK, call me a traditionalist or even a little
stuck in the mud, but I was expecting something more along the lines of a
nude males or two… or three, but that meant naked GUY dancers, not male
alligators! The very thought of being anywhere in the same county as an
alligator on the loose made me shiver. The only alligators I’d ever seen
were on TV or at the zoo and even then, they scared the hell out of me.
And now I were suppose to go out and have a party right in the middle of
a herd of them? And what was this about “getting down and dirty”? With
who? There were a few other cars with out-of-state plates or rental
stickers – tourists, but nothing that even hinted at the Southern Florida
version of a male strip troupe.
“Oh no... not me!” blurted Celeste, “I’m not getting eaten by no
alligator. You are nuts if you think I’m swimming in some swamp with who
knows WHAT creatures!”
Celeste wasn't just being argumentative, she actually looked a bit pale
and I thought she might pass out any second. I can’t say I was any
happier. This was crazy.
“C’mon girls, give Doreen a chance to explain,” pleaded Cathy, seeing the
three of us all looking like breakfast was about to make a reappearance,
“I thought the same thing when she first mentioned it to me but it’s
really a pretty cool idea.”
Doreen opened the trunk and brought out a zippered cloth bag. Reaching
inside, like Santa on Christmas morning, she first brought out a headband
and handed it to Brenda. I noticed it has silver letters along the top
that read, “Bride” and a little sheer while vale hanging from the back of
it.
“There, that’s it. Now you have to wear it for the entire party,” Doreen
said as Brenda fit it on top of her head. I’d seen similar ones at
stores and at least this one didn’t have any condoms hanging from it!
Doreen zipped up the bag before we could see the remaining contents.
Then she reached back into the bottom of the trunk again and brought out
what looked to be exercise mats. They were made of dense foam and I
would guess maybe three feet by two feet.
“Now you all can have a comfy seat,” Doreen explained although I had a
sneaking suspicion sitting on them was only one of the things we’d be
doing on them. With that we headed to a little hut where the check-in
was located. About half- way, thus guy came running out and greeted
Doreen with a hug.
“Wow, you girls all made it, that’s SO cool,” he gushed, a little TOO
enthusiastically for my tastes. “C’mon, your boat’s all ready for you.”
He led us down to a long wooden dock. On the way, Doreen introduced him
as Tobi, one of the boat captains. Tobi was 30 and had lived in the
Everglades all his life, and evidently was some sort of friend of
Doreen’s although she never got too specific about THAT part. He was
going to be the one taking us out and I had to admit, I wasn't sorry to
hear it. The guy was really cute and in a way, reminded me of my own
boyfriend back home, Duane. Tobi had a darker complexion and longer hair
but in terms of height and looks, they could have been brothers. My
heart twinged a bit when I thought about Duane back home (plus some other
areas of my body) but hey, he was over a thousand miles away so I had to
take what I could get, right?
“Ladies, your chariot awaits you,” Tobi teased us, bowing and waving his
arm under him like he was introducing us to our private yacht. I looked
it over with interest.
I’d heard of airboats before but never actually seen one. It look like
someone had mounted a plane engine on the back of a small, flat bottomed
fishing boat and put a big propeller on it. There were a number of
similar boats tied up to the dock as well but this one was a little
unique in that instead of having rows of sets for tourists to sit in and
watch the show, this one had benches along the sides and a large open
area in the middle with a plywood floor to make it flat. Towards the
back was a cooler under the elevated seat for the captain. Doreen handed
her bag to Tobi who put it in the cooler.
Tobi has us toss our mats into the center and then we got on one at a
time and took a seat on one of the benches. Myself and Celeste took the
left side while Doreen and Cathy took the one on the right with Brenda
seated up in the front, facing the back of the boat when she was seated.
Poor Celeste was still pale and I put my arm around her to try and cheer
her up a little.
“I’m scared,” she whispered to me. I hugged her harder and tried to
reassure her which was a pretty good trick considering I wasn't too sure
still about all this myself.
“Now is this cool or is this cool?” Doreen gushed as Tobi checked things
out before we got underway.
“I don't get it, what are we doing?” I blurted out, my curiosity finally
getting the better of me.
“Ok, OK, I guess I’d better explain before poor Celeste over there
hurls,” Doreen said with a grin, nodding towards Celeste but looking at
Brenda the whole time. “Tobi here is going to give us a tour of the
Everglades to start. He’s lived here all his life and knows EVERYWHERE
to go. Brenda told me none of you have ever been out here before so we
thought that alone would be sort of fun.”
She paused, looking to see what effect her words had so far. Well, the
answer was simple, none. Ok, so an airboat tourist ride sounded like
fun, but what about the Bachelorette Party?
“Tobi knows some places out there that are private... VERY private if you
know what I mean. Since all of us like girls,” she said, looking at
Cathy especially, “I figured, who needs guys? From the way Brenda has
described you all, I bet we can have plenty of fun on our won, doncha
think?”
Well, if nothing else it was a unique idea, THAT was for sure. Even so,
I STILL wasn’t too sure about having a party in the middle of a swamp.
Wouldn’t it be all bugs and slimy things? Doreen seemed all excited
about it so I just had to hope everything would turn out OK.
Tobi started the engine and it was loud – really LOUD. He had these ear
protector things but they hurt my head so he gave us some things we
rolled up and put in our ears which helped and didn’t make us look like
dorks at the same time. If I thought it was loud when he started it, it
was nothing compared to when he got us going! We quickly left the dock
and headed out into the Everglades. I had to admit, I WAS a little
excited. I’d never done anything like this before!
The first thing that surprised me was that it wasn't a swamp. Instead,
it was all water and grass with lily pads and all sorts of flowers
blooming. We didn’t see any alligators but there were all sorts of birds
I’d never seen before. We were practically flying and our hair was
blowing straight back behind us as he turned up the gas. There wasn't
another boat in sight and it was like we were suddenly transported to
another planet with no signs of civilization anywhere.
Doreen was the leader and so she took the initiative, removing her bikini
top and letting her magnificent boobs out free. God she was beautiful!
It was obvious that being topless wasn’t an uncommon state for her to be
in because there wasn't a tan line to be seen. It didn’t take long for
the rest of us to follow except for Celeste. She seemed to almost shrink
into the bench, covering her boobs with her hands.
I suddenly recalled seeing her the day before with Brenda, crying about
something. I wondered if she was that self-conscious about her small
boobs. Granted, they looked like a small A cup at best but still, she
was cute as could be and had nothing to be ashamed of. Thankfully,
nobody teased her and she eventually took hers off as well. Her little
boobs were like a young teenagers, firm and perky without a bit of droop
to them. I bet when she got older and the rest of us were going in for
boob jobs to pull ours back up that she would have the last laugh!
With the five of us topless and all but naked now in just our thongs and
sneakers, we must have made quite a sight. I had to give Tobi credit, he
just drove along, pointing things out to us like nothing was unusual. It
felt wonderful to feel the air rushing by, tickling my nipples and almost
caressing my boobs with the force of the wind. Doreen was the only
topless sunbather from the looks of it as the rest of us had some tan
lines, more or less. Tobi turned down this path, I guess you would call
it, that seemed to be impossible for us to get through. I was amazed at
how the boat skimmed over the grasses down this narrow waterway without
even slowing down. A couple more turns and I was completely lost! If
Tobi kicked off now, I don’t know how we would have ever found our way
back! A little farther and we were running down this narrow waterway.
Tobi slowed way down and seemed to be looking for something in the water.
Suddenly he stopped. The sudden quiet was almost as jolting as the
initial noise when we started out!
“Hey girls, look over there!” he pointed down at a mud bank along the
side of us. At first I didn’t say anything but then I saw a movement out
of the corner of my eye, and then more. Suddenly I saw them, as did the
others, and we all squealed at the same time!
“It’s baby alligators!” Brenda was the first to state the obvious. Sure
enough, what looked to be at least a half dozen little alligators (if you
call eighteen inches or so little) coming out to check us out.
“Keep your hands in the boat and don't frighten them,” Tobi warned us.
“Ahhhhhh, they don't look big enough to be scary,” Cathy spoke up,
leaning over the edge to see them better, her boobs hanging down free and
clear of the boat.
“It’s not THEM I’m worried about,’ Tobi chuckled at her naivety, ”It’s
momma over there.”
He pointed down the channel a ways and sure enough, there was an
alligator – a BIG one though. All of us instinctively backed up into the
middle of the boat, making Tobi laugh all the more.
“Naaaaahhh, don’t worry, she won’t bother us so long as her babies are
OK,” he assured us, “Now if she should WANT to, she could be in this boat
in a few seconds. That’s why I am up here and YOU are down there.”
I wasn't quite sure he was joking at first but then he grinned at our
reaction and sat back in his chair, pulling his baseball cap brim down
and looking like he was about to take a nap. I guess since he wasn't too
concerned about the mother alligator, why should we worry?
I was soon back on my knees on the bench, leaning over to look at the
babies snapping and twisting below us. Tobi explained that they
instinctively snapped at anything that moved – including our hair and
fingers so we were careful to keep everything well out of reach. As I
looked down at them, amazed that I was actually seeing real live baby
alligators in the wild, I felt someone starting to caress my bare ass.
At first I just pretended not to notice - yeah right. Then I wiggled my
butt just enough to let whoever’s hand was on me know I liked it. It was
killing me to know who is was so I finally just had to turn my head and
to my surprise, it was Doreen!
“So what do you think Kelly, like the Everglades so far?” she said in a
sultry voice, her hand squeezing my butt as she did.
“Keeps getting better all the time,” I teased her back. She ran her hand
over my butt and then dived between my legs, running her finger along my
crotch, teasing my pussy and clit as she did and then finished with a run
over my asshole.
“Yeah, it really turns me on to be out here all by ourselves, nobody
around us for miles,” she said more huskily this time.
I saw Brenda had noticed where Doreen’s hand was and she grinned, giving
me a thumbs up. She was right next to Cathy and after winking at me she
turned and kissed Cathy on the cheek. If she meant to get Cathy’s
attention, she succeeded as Cathy turned and they kissed on the lips this
time, a long, slow kiss and I could see their tongues playing with one
another. Meanwhile, Celeste was to my other side and I saw she was
getting an eyeful herself. Brenda had told me she was bi but, as we had
already witnessed, incredible shy about being with other girls. I wanted
to kiss her but something told me she needed something less subtle. I
reached back and started to play with her ass, running my hands flat over
her smooth silky butt, squeezing it just enough to feel the firmness.
“He’s watching us,” she whispered to me but I noticed she didn’t do
anything to stop me. I quickly look up and sure enough, under that ball
cap brim Tobi was watching everything going on below him. Of course, he
probably would have been doing the same for a bunch of tourists under the
circumstances, given all of the alligator surrounding us, but I liked to
think he was enjoying his job a lot more than usual right now.
“Oh!” I couldn’t help but exclaim as Doreen’s finger pushed aside my
thong and suddenly pushed up into my now wet pussy. Then I smiled and
grinned back at her over my shoulder as she pushed her finger deeper into
my pussy. Meanwhile, Cathy and Brenda had sat up and were hugging each
other, their breasts pressed tight against each other as they kissed and
fondled. Things were starting to heat up and our attention was being
drawn from the wildlife around us to the wild life in the boat.
Suddenly the noise deafened me as Tobi started the boat. It was like the
king of all alarm clocks going off and it got our full attention. Tobi
looked down at us and grinned.
“OK girls, if you’re not going to watch the gators anymore, let’s move
on. I don't like to hang around momma any longer than we have to.”
He was one cool boat captain. Not a word about the five girls in front
of him getting hornier by the minute but instead, blamed it on the
gators. With the movement of the boat we were forced to take our seat
again. My pussy was dying to have Doreen’s finger back in me again. I
looked over at her and she grinned at me, putting her finger in her mouth
and making quite a show to of tasting my pussy on it. Meanwhile, Celeste
was up tight against me, her hand on my upper thigh as she tried to keep
her balance in the boat. We only traveled a little ways when the boat
stopped again. This time Tobi stood up and looked further down, covering
his eyes with his hand to block the sun.
“Down there...,” he pointed ahead of us, “See those bumps sticking out of
the water?”
We all looked but at first I didn't see anything. The I did – mostly
because the bumps MOVED! Something was headed our way. If it had been a
fin sticking up I would have said we in the middle of a Jaws movie as the
object moved slowly toward us, shifting back and forth from side to side.
“That’s the daddy,” Tobi explained, “He has about a dozen or more females
he keeps for himself around here. Momma back there was just one of them.
He’s just coming to check out who’s in his territory. Nothing to worry
about so long as you remember, it’s HIS home.”
“Ummmmm, doesn’t that mean we should, like, LEAVE!” Brenda squeaked. I
wasn't feeling entirely too safe as it was myself.
“Naaaaahhhh, if he was going to do something, he’d already be in the
boat,” Tobi said, once again alluding to the fact these gators could
somehow get in our boat on a whim. “It’s pretty shallow here and his
feet are on the bottom. Gators can jump two-thirds their length out of
the water if they try hard enough.”
OK, if that was true, what the hell were we still doing here? Suddenly,
any thoughts about my pussy disappeared. It was my SKIN I was worried
about now, as in saving it.
Damn, the daddy gator was huge! He was at least twice the size of the
mother we had seen before, if not more. He seemed much wider and scarred
up as well. He came within about two feet of the side of the boat and
stopped, his eyes seemed to be boring straight into us. He didn’t move
at all then for the longest time. Neither did we. For what seemed like
ages we all just sat there motionless, fascinated by the creature in
front of us but scared silly at the same time.
“Can we go now?” Celeste finally spoke up, her voice sounding like she
was about to crack any moment.
I had to agree with her. Seeing a gator in a zoo behind a strong fence
was one thing, sitting a couple of feet from a monster that wasn’t eating
you simply because he wasn't inclined at the moment to do so was quite
another experience!
Nobody argued although Tobi sort of laughed a little at our fears but he
started the motor again and we moved off slowly, leaving the prehistoric
monster behind us. My heart was pounding and I felt goose bumps all over
me. God, I’d never been so scared in all my life!
As Tobi took off for our next destination, we all sat there and looked at
each other. It was like a bond had been created between us, like we had
all faced a common danger and somehow survived intact. OK, maybe to some
people it wasn't that scary but for us, it was. Doreen was the only one
who didn’t have this look of relief wash over her as we put more distance
between us and something that could have eaten us at any moment. Well,
it was obvious she wasn't a first-timer at this but the rest of us
certainly were.
I had never felt such fear and as a consequence, never felt such a
feeling of relief either. It was like a rush, almost a small orgasm as I
felt an almost sexual sensation, almost like just after having had sex.
Damn, if I wasn't horny before I was now – in spades. Doreen looked at
me as if she knew what was going through my mind. I heard her shout at
me over the din of the motor.
“Feels good, doesn’t it!” she said, grinning at me.
I rolled my eyes and looked down and saw my nipples were hard as rock,
sticking out like bullets. Mine weren’t the only ones either. All of us
seemed to be having a similar aftereffect of our experience. Doreen
seemed quite pleased with herself and I had this sudden realization that
she KNEW this would happen. Damn, who needed a male stripper when a
monster alligator was available to stir up your emotions! In this case
it was more than just the usual lust, it was like my entire body was
consumed now, making me as horny as I could remember being for a long
time. Had we gone on much further, it’s hard to tell what might have
happened. I was about to start playing with myself, to try and relieve
this sudden feeling of lust that was threatening to overwhelm me. Damn,
I was with four beautiful girls, all of them horny like me all of them at
least bi if not lesbian. How much better could it get? I was about to
find out.
Tobi made a sudden turn and we went through these tall grasses where I
would never have thought there was a path. Suddenly, there was like an
island in front of us with trees and I could see like a hill of dry land
under them. Tobi let the boat drift up to the bank and I was able to see
a picnic table, a gas grill, and even the remnants of what must have been
a cabin many years before. As we got out, Tobi explained his family had
once owned the property and they had even lived here for a while when he
was a young boy. Now they just used it as a get-away for parties or just
to relax. Something to do with government leases or what not.
We all still had our sneaker and thongs on but we left the bikini tops
behind, carrying just our mats. There was no way anyone would ever find
us here, let alone see us. Tobi carried the cooler and another box of
stuff I hadn’t noticed before and headed for the grill. Meanwhile,
Doreen led us to the picnic table.
“Here, put those out on the table,” she directed us and soon the hard
wood top was covered by a more comfortable set of mats.
Doreen grabbed Brenda and led her to the table and had her sit down on
the top with her feet on the seat. She looked gorgeous with her freckled
tan, red hair, and beautiful bare boobs. Her thong was barely visible
with her legs together and even when she spread them apart, her pussy was
only barely covered.
“We ARE here to honor our dear friend, Brenda,” Doreen announced
solemnly, almost like we were at a funeral instead, “So I thought what
better way to send her off to her hubby than to spend the day with some
close friends. And what better way to be with her friends than to have
them all horny as hell... what do you all say?”
We all laughed and nodded. The effect our near-death experience was
still fresh on our minds – and pussies.
“Sorry about Mr. Gator back there,” Doreen apologized, “But I'll never
forget the first time Tobi took me out to see him. We were alone and
god, I fucked him so hard right afterwards he must have thought I was
going to squeeze his dick off in my pussy!” We all laughed again and this
time she turned and directed her voice to Tobi, “Isn’t that right Tobi?”
Tobi may have been pretending to be fooling with the grill and food but
he had been listening. He turned towards us and grinned, leaving no
doubt that what Doreen had said was true.
“Soooooo, now that you’re all horny as hell, what do you say we all give
Brenda a bachelorette party to remember?” Brenda was sitting there with
the most amused look on her face. I doubt that this was what she had
ever dreamed of in terms of her party but she certainly didn’t look
disappointed, that’s for sure. Doreen kicked things off by reaching for
Brenda’s thong.
“THIS definitely has to go,” she said with a grin as Brenda lifted
herself off the table just enough for Doreen to slip it under her butt
and then down her legs and finally off. Then she slipped her own off
quickly, stepping out of it and tossing it to the side where Brenda’s had
landed. Seeing the two of them naked together was a beautiful sight
indeed!
The rest of us stood for the moment, transfixed by the sight of Doreen
and Brenda together. Obviously they’d become pretty close friends since
Brenda had moved here as they seemed completely comfortable with one
another. Doreen spread Brenda’s legs apart and stepped up closer to her,
leaning forward to kiss her. Yet again I was amazed at her incredible
boobs as they hung free and draped themselves onto Brenda’s own breasts.
Her all-over tan looked perfect with her complexion and contrasted nicely
with Brenda’s more pale skin. Even though Brenda was more tanned than
I’d ever seen her before, she still had that redhead complexion that
would never darken the way Doreen’s had tanned.
Neither of them really seemed to be in the mood for a lot of kissing and
making out, they were both too horny for that. Brenda leaned back and
held herself up with her arms behind her while Doreen moved slowly down
her torso, kissing her neck, then her upper chest, and stopping for a few
minutes at Brenda's boobs to suck on her nipples, going back and forth
between them, pulling them even with her teeth and then letting them snap
back before grabbing them again with her mouth. Her tongue flicked over
her nipples, teasing them and then she would run it all over the
curvature of Brenda's boobs Meanwhile, her hands were all over Brenda’s
thighs, her fingers tracing lightly over her smooth legs and teasing her
by running along the inner thigh and just up to her pussy but not quite
all the way.
Finally Doreen made it to Brenda’s bare crotch. Brenda had shifted to
the edge of the table and lifted her hips forward to make it easier for
Doreen to put her mouth on her. When Doreen’s tongue found her clit,
Brenda gasped and I felt my own pussy suddenly cramp as it reminded me
that it wanted some attention as well. I was never very good at WATCHING
people having sex, I preferred to be a participant.
I dropped my thong and noticed that the other two were doing the same.
Hmmm, we all seemed to be on the same wavelength. I have to confess I
felt a little disappointment when Cathy turned to Celeste and they
started making out, their hands quickly groping one another with special
attention to their butts. Oh well, I guess since they were friends back
home it shouldn’t have been something unexpected.
Cathy seemed to be the dominate one with Celeste, something that didn’t
surprise me in the least. She worked Celeste over to the picnic table
where she took a seat next to Brenda and basically the two of them
started in just as Brenda and Doreen had. It was simply too much for me
and even with my hand rubbing now between my legs, I needed something
more. I looked over at Tobi, who was working on making some sort of
meal. God, from what Brenda had said he wasn’t celibate or anything so
how could he just go on like nothing was happening just twenty feet or so
away from him? Most guys would kill to see just two girls going at it
and here were four girls making out with a fifth looking for her own
action and he was going about his business like it was just another
typical day in paradise.
I walked over to Tobi and put my arm on his. “Doesn’t all that turn you
on?” I asked him, nodding toward the picnic table where the four of them
were going at it hot and heavy.
Tobi looked at me and grinned. He even gave me the once-over before he
shrugged saying, “Of course it does, damn, I AM a guy in case you haven’t
noticed. It’s just this is my job and besides, I’m married.”
I looked at his hand and didn’t see any signs of a wedding ring. He
noticed the direction of my eyes and held up his hand. “In this line of
business, rings cause people to lose fingers so I normally don't wear one
out here. Trust me, I’ve been married almost a year now and even have a
2 month-old boy.”
“But Brenda said you and she...,” I started to say but he knew where I
was going and quickly moved to cut me off.
“Oh... THAT!” he said, rolling his eyes, “That was the beginning of last
summer when she first came down here. I was engaged and it was sort of a
last fling for me. I would never cheat on my wife now. Brenda knows
that and she was just having some fun with you all about it.”
I put my hand down to his crotch. Yep, the old lie detector once again
told the truth. Tobi pushed my hand away gently and turned to me shaking
his head saying, “Hey, just because I’m married doesn’t mean I don't get
turned on by this. Just don’t confuse lust with desire, OK? Why don't
you go join in with them?”
Wow! I couldn’t even remember the last time I was naked with a guy and
he had turned me down. For that matter, I couldn’t remember ANY time
such a thing had happened. I mean, usually by the time you got to where
you were naked with someone, it was a pretty sure bet where things were
heading. Tobi was trying to be really sweet about it and I appreciated
that, but still! Now I was horny AND frustrated. A hard dick in my
pussy would have been about the most perfect thing I could imagine right
now and here was one right next to me and I wasn’t able to use it!
Looking back at the picnic table, I saw both Brenda and Celeste were now
laying on their backs, their legs spread wide apart as their partners
were licking away at their pussies. One thing I DID notice, they weren’t
the same partners as when I had left them a few minutes ago. Evidently
someone had initiated a switch while I wasn't paying attention!
Well, enough of this. Everyone was getting something except me and Tobi,
and Tobi had taken himself off the menu, leaving me as the odd girl out.
THAT had to change, and change FAST. Tobi was a lost cause so I made my
way back to the picnic table and stepped up on the opposite side from
where Doreen and Cathy were going at it with their respective pussies
they were licking. I wasn’t quite sure what to do yet when Brenda
started to cum.
“Oh fuck that feels so good!” she gasped, grabbing at Cathy’s head and
pulling her face tight into her crotch, “Oh God!”
Her hips started to thrust up like she was being fucked as Cathy
struggled to keep her tongue on Brenda’s clit. Maybe it was a
coincidence or maybe it was an effect of hearing Brenda starting to cum,
but whatever the reason Celeste was obviously starting her orgasm now as
well. She was the quite type – shocker that it may have been. Her eyes
were shut tight and her breathing quickened as she bit her lower lip and
squeezed her tiny breasts with her hands.
Doreen looked up and saw me and our eyes met but she kept her mouth on
Celeste’s pussy, licking her and poking a finger into her pussy. Both
girls were cumming hard now, with Brenda crying out loud enough for the
both of them and Celeste laid there, just enjoying her orgasm in a more
subtle manner. I got back down and worked my way over to Cathy and
tugged on her shoulder a bit. I wanted a taste of my old roomie’s cum!
Cathy reluctantly backed away and I put my face down quickly on Brenda’s
pussy. God she tasted and smelled so strong!
I’m not even sure Brenda realized someone else was now licking her pussy
as she laid her head back her arms fell to her side, her chest heaving as
she tried to gather her breath. When my tongue would pass over her
sensitive clit, she would jump like someone had shocked her or something.
“Fuck that feels so damn good!” she finally managed to get out between
heavy breaths. She lifted her head up and looked down and realized it
was me between her legs now. She didn't say anything but as she laid her
back once again, a big grin was on her face.
Cathy wasn't one to watch either so she had moved over to help Doreen
with Celeste. She climbed up on the table and took Celeste’s tiny boobs
in her mouth, one at a time, sucking on them and licking her nipples.
Celeste moaned, the first sound I’d heard from her, as the two girls
worked on her. Meanwhile, my pussy was letting me know in no uncertain
terms that it was long overdue for some real attention.
With Brenda laying back like she was, what better opportunity so I
climbed up on the table and straddled her face, lowering my pussy to
within a couple of inches of her. She opened her eyes to be greeted by
the sight of my wet pussy hovering over her and she smiled even broader
than before. She knew what her old roomie wanted! Her hands grabbed my
ass and she practically pulled me down to her open mouth, her tongue
sticking out like some lizard trying to catch a fly. I felt the first
touch of that tongue against my clit as my pussy ground into her face.
God it felt so good! Finally!
Celeste appeared to have been drained by her orgasm. Some girls I guess
are like that, they put so much into it that they are wiped out
afterwards. Doreen tapped Cathy on the top of her head and they both
grinned as they looked at each other. This should be pretty hot. Cathy
was the avowed lesbian but something told me Doreen was a lot more
interested in girls than guys when it came to being bisexual. Sort of
the opposite of me I guess, as I prefer guys over girls but at times like
this, girls were definitely fine with me!
Leaving Celeste to her afterglow, Doreen and Cathy started kissing. I
was sort of curious to see who would be taking the dominate position as
both of them appeared to be pretty aggressive. Maybe it was age that was
the determining factor, I'll probably never know, but Doreen laid down on
the table while Cathy got on top, putting them in a classic 69 position.
Damn, the table was getting pretty crowded! I wondered if whoever built
it had ever dreamed it would be used by five girls to have sex?
Actually, it wasn't a bad idea and I lifted myself off Brenda and told
her to move higher up on the table top. When she had, I dropped my pussy
back to her face again but this time I put my hands on the table on each
side of her curvy hips and lowered my own head to her crotch. It was
hard to concentrate on her pussy when she was licking mine so well at the
same time but I made a special effort as I wanted to please her. She
still tasted so good after her first orgasm and I couldn't wait to make
her cum again!
Doreen and Cathy were going to town, furiously licking each other’s
cunts. They were both so worked up and horny I was actually surprised
they didn't cum faster than they did but once Doreen started, Cathy was
right behind her. I didn’t really see much of it as my own pussy was
signaling it was ready but I could hear them moaning and gasping as they
both enjoyed a mutual orgasm. The entire atmosphere was so overloaded
with sex that with Brenda’s tongue on me I started to cum, and cum hard.
I’d been SO incredibly horny that I’d been wanting this since we left
that alligator and finally it was happening. It was such a turn-on to be
licked by Brenda again, almost five years since she became the first girl
to lick my pussy and make me cum. (OK, so my mom was the first female
and my aunt wasn’t far behind, but it is SO different to be with a girl
who isn’t you mother or aunt that I don’t really count them as being my
first “girls”).
As my orgasm started to die down, I looked over at Doreen who I realized
was trying to get my attention. She pointed at me and then at Cathy and
I knew what she wanted. Why not? To Brenda’s surprise, I lifted myself
off of her and exchanged places with Doreen. Once Brenda and Cathy
realized what was happening, the looks of surprise turned to looks of
lust and we were off to the races again. Now that we were all warmed up,
it didn't take long for us to each cum again. God, how could Tobi just
stand over there and watch four girls all having multiple orgasms and NOT
want to join in? The guy must have had one hell of a sexy wife – or one
incredibly mean and vindictive one!
Actually, as it turned out, Tobi wasn't totally immune. He had been
cooking something and I saw him bring over a plate with something covered
by some tin foil. I had rolled off of Cathy and was lightly touching
myself, enjoying the erratic sensations it created in me after an orgasm.
I saw Tobi approach us and wondered if maybe he had changed his mind.
Well, no such luck in terms of fucking us, but he DID have something for
us, something pretty good indeed!
“Sausages are done, anyone want one?” he offered, pulling off the tin
foil to reveal a plate full of large sausages that he had just finished
cooking. They still looked pretty warm.
Doreen again took charge and she looked to have something on her mind,
and it didn’t appear she was hungry for a sausage, at least not to eat.
She took one of them from the plate and approached Brenda with it.
Brenda was up on her elbows now, a curious look on her face.
“Ummmmm, what are you doing Doreen?” she said hesitantly but I think by
then all of knew exactly what Doreen was planning to do. “Just what you
need, something warm and hard in your pussy, eh Brenda?” she teased as
she pretended to stroke the sausage with her other hand.
“Oh god, no... you’ve GOT to be kidding...,” Brenda exclaimed, as Doreen
started to rub the sausage against her pussy.
“Oh fuck!” she exclaimed even louder as Doreen pushed it into her soaking
wet pussy.
I could only imagine how it must feel in her. They looked to be pretty
warm on the plate and it must have been like stuffing a heating blanket
up her pussy, only this one was firm and long. Damn, it had to feel like
a dick in her, even better because it was warmer.
“Oh god, it’s so hot in me!” Brenda gasped but she wasn't making any
effort to remove it.
Doreen had pushed at least six inches of it into her and I suddenly
wondered what would happen if it broke off inside of her? Idle thoughts
come from idle hands. Time to do something about that. Besides, I’d
never tried anything like this before. A warm sausage certainly had to
feel better than a cold cucumber or carrot!
I signaled at Tobi to come over by me and he reached out the platter to
me and I grabbed my own sausage. Damn, it was even warmer than I thought
and I wondered how hot it must be in Brenda's pussy. Well, there was
only one way to find out. I sat on the edge of the table with one foot
on top of the table and the other resting on the bench. My pussy was
soaked from my own orgasms and the licking of the girls so getting the
sausage into me wasn't any worry of mine. It was really warm in my hand
and when I touched it to my pussy, the warmth made my clit throb with
pleasure. I noticed the other girls’ attention was not being split
between me and Brenda with Brenda looking hot as Doreen “fucked” her with
the sausage while they watched me to see me do myself.
Well, it was now or never as the sausage would only get colder the longer
I waited. I pushed it into me and I loud gasp escaped from my lips as I
shoved it up into me. God it felt like I was on fire inside! It didn't
really hurt, but the sensations and feelings it created in me were so
intense I felt like I was going to pass out. My vision seemed to narrow
and everything blurred as I instantly came. I cried out, not even sure
what I was saying, as I just held it in me. Between the she sensation of
it filling my pussy and the heat inside of me, it was like it was cumming
in me, only a thousand times more powerful than when a man cums in me.
The other girls, including Celeste, now were all clamoring for their own
private cock. Soon we were all doing ourselves, even Doreen had handed
over the reins to Brenda so she could enjoy one in herself as well.
Although it didn't seem to make the others cum s hard and intense as it
had with me, they still all came quickly. Tobi was just standing there
watching and grinning away. I guess his morals about sex and marriage
didn’t prevent him from at least watching. Indeed, if he HAD walked away
and not watched, then I would have wondered what was going on.
When we finally had finished and our “toys” had cooled down, we put them
back on the platter and Tobi took them away. I wondered if he was going
to eat them, or at the very least, taste them. It didn't take long to
find out as he quickly returned, this time the with the same platter but
with a basket of buns and condiments.
“Well, now that you girls have finished playing with your food, it WAS
your lunch so you want a break to eat now? He asked. Then a mischievous
smile came to his face and he added, “I mean something to eat besides
each other.”
We all giggled and I think by that point we all actually WERE a bit
hungry. I really could do without all the bread so I just grabbed a
sausage and took a bite out of it. Mmmmmmm, who needs catsup or mustard
when you have a sausage that’s been dipped in someone’s pussy? I could
distinctly make out the flavor and scent of someone’s pussy and I looked
around, wondering whose pussy it had been in, maybe even my own but I
didn’t recognize the scent and normally I can pick my own pussy odor out
from anyone else’s. Soon everyone was enjoying their own sausage and we
all looked at each other and giggled like little school girls as I was
sure we all had the same question in our heads – whose pussy were we
tasting?
“Want to try some Tobi?” Brenda asked, offering hers to him, “It has
quite a unique flavor you know.”
Tobi just laughed and waved her off. “Noooooo, that’s quite OK. I’m
sure you all are enjoying them just fine as it is.”
I could only eat about half mine. It was nice to be so big when it was
in my pussy but other than that, it was twice what I could eat. I was
going to have to pass the “recipe” on to my family when I got home, that
was for sure!
Doreen then turned her attention back to Tobi. She started to run her
hands over Brenda, letting the backs of her hands trace over her
shoulders and boobs. It must have felt sensual and soothing to Brenda as
she closed her eyes and seemed to just be happy to take it all in.
“You know Brenda’s getting married in a couple days, don’t you Tobi?”
“I think the ‘Bride’ headband and veil sort of gave that away,” Tobi
responded, shaking his head at Doreen’s silly comment.
“Well, don't you think she needs to be fucked one last time before she
gives herself to her husband?”
It was obvious to all of us, including Tobi, where Doreen was going with
this. Tobi just sighed and shook his ahead again. “I told you I can’t
do that anymore, Doreen. Sorry Brenda, you know I’d love to do you.”
Doreen wasn't ready to give up that easily. She looked at me, probably
realizing that of all of us, I was the one who would love to have Tobi’s
dick out in the open the most. Our eyes met and she nodded her head
towards Tobi and I knew exactly what she had in mind – the same as me.
The two of us moved towards Tobi, still naked with our pussies all wet
and slippery. Tobi’s brow furrowed as he saw us approaching, probably
wondering if he should call our “bluff” or not. The rest of the girls
just watched as our little drama unfolded.
“I don’t know about Kelly here, but I’ve never had a man say no to me
before... and mean it, “ Doreen purred as she got up close to Tobi. I
moved in on the other side as we took positions on each side of him. My
hand moved back to his crotch where I found his dick was just as hard as
it had been before.
“I’ve never had one say that to me either,” I said as seductively as I
could, almost like a little girl complaining about something. “You’re
not going to be the first, are you Tobi? Mmmmmmm, I think someone wants
to say yes.”
Doreen’s hand moved in next to mine and the two of us were rubbing his
erection under his shorts. Damn, it felt like he was pretty well built
under there! Tobi didn’t say a word at first. He made no effort to help
us in anyway, but at the same time he didn’t do anything to discourage us
either.
“C’mon Tobi, do it for Brenda,“ Doreen urged him, “It’s not like you
would be cheating on your wife, you’d be doing it as a favor to her.”
“Oh yeah, I’m sure Dottie would see it that way,” Tobi laughed nervously,
trying to deflect the conversation. Dottie? Who the hell named their
daughter THAT anymore?
“She’ll never know a thing,” I continued to apply the pressure, “Look at
Brenda, you KNOW you want to fuck her.”
“Shit, it’s never been a question about WANTING it, I just can’t do it
now that I’m married,” Tobi protested although it seemed he wasn’t being
as strong or forceful in his arguments anymore.
It was like watching control being transferred from his big head to his
little head which meant it was time to up the ante a bit. I squatted
down and started to work on his belt buckle. Doreen followed my example
and between the two of us we soon had him undone.
“Girls, you can’t do that,” Tobi protested, even more weakly than ever.
He was still holding the platter but not for much longer as he tossed it
aside and tried to push us away. It was obviously just to sooth his
conscience as he easily pushed back and soon Doreen had his dick out in
her hand. She smiled at me and for a moment I thought she was offering
it to me but she took it for herself. Tobi made one last feeble attempt
to pull back but it was like his feet were glued to the ground After all
he’s seen this morning, it was amazing he didn’t pop off the instant her
mouth was on him!
“Fuck that feels so good!” he groaned, exhaling loudly.
Doreen offered his dick to me and I finally got to taste his dick, taking
me in deep from the start. I’d only had home for a short time when
Doreen gently pushed me away and nodded towards Brenda. Of course! It
was Brenda’s bachelorette party and here I was being selfish with the
only dick within miles! Sheepishly I stood up and moved aside as Doreen
guided Tobi towards Brenda. His face showed the torn emotions he was
struggling without his cock was sticking out like a hard pole as Doreen
used it like a leash to pull him along towards Brenda.
As for Brenda, if she had any qualms about being fucked by someone
besides her fiancé just 48 hours or so before their wedding, she wasn't
showing any signs of it, that was for sure. Then again, she hadn't seem
too bothered by her brother fucking her either. I wondered what she
would be like AFTER she got married. I hope her fiancé is ready for it,
whatever it is, because something told me this girl would never be happy
with just one dick.
“Fuck her... fuck her... fuck her,” the other girls started to chant,
clapping as they established a rhythm to encourage him.
Brenda looked almost embarrassed at being the center of attention. I had
no idea if she had ever done anything like this but she wasn’t trying to
back out of anything either. If anything, she scooted forward and spread
her legs open like a whore for Tobi to fuck as he moved between her legs,
Doreen’s hand still gripping his erect penis.
“You know you want to fuck her so say it...say it Tobi,” Doreen teased
him mercilessly, holding the tip of his dick within an inch or so of
Brenda’s waiting pussy. Tobi’s eyes rolled back and he let out a huge
breath and then took in another before he answered.
“Oh crap, you know I do, stop teasing me,” he protested.
“Noooooo, if you want to fuck her you have to say it,” Doreen said,
keeping the pressure applied. Brenda was squirming now. I had the
distinct feeling she wanted to be fucked and was getting a little
frustrated at Doreen’s little game but then Tobi relented.
“OK, I want to fuck you Brenda... God help me I want to fuck you so bad,”
he blurted out. He looked at Doreen with a “well, I did it” expression.
Brenda was about to say something as well and Doreen seemed to realize
she had pushed it as far as she could. She lined up Tobi’s dick with
Brenda’s freshly fucked pussy (if you call a sausage up your pussy being
fucked) and he took over from there, leaning forward and pushing it up
inside of her with one hard stroked. Brenda was panting for air by the
time his dick penetrated her. To be honest, he wasn't any bigger than
the sausage had been but there was one thing different – it was a guy’s
dick, not a piece of dead meat! And not her fiancé’s dick either!
“Oh yeah, that feels soooooo fucking good,” she said loudly in a husky
voice, full of passion and lust, “Fuck me Tobi...god fuck me harder.”
Now that I was thinking about it, I realized that this was actually the
first time I had ever seen Brenda being fucked by someone other than her
brother. I knew she had boyfriends and such but for whatever reason, she
never had them over when I was visiting her house. Hmmmmmm, I wonder
why? It was wild to see someone I considered a close friend to be
getting drilled by a relative stranger in front of four other girls, all
of us touching ourselves in one way or another as we watched the erotic
sight in from of us. I think we all were wishing we were in Brenda’s
place now, feeling Tobi’s dick inside of us. Well, maybe all but Cathy
and I have to admit, I don't understand lesbians. How can they deny
themselves the wonder of a real cock? Oh well, it was like her choice so
who was I to judge?
Tobi only fucked her like that for a few minutes as it was sort of
awkward I the position she was in on the picnic table. He pulled out and
Brenda quickly flipped over, kneeling on the bench with her elbows on the
table in front of her, lifting her ass to him for his enjoyment. Tobi
was on fire now. Any worries or concerns over “cheating” on his wife
were long gone as all he seemed to be able to think about was fucking
Brenda. He shoved her legs apart roughly and rammed his shaft back into
her pussy as fast as he could, like he hated it being anywhere but inside
her cunt. Brenda was grunting each time he shoved it into her, his
crotch banging into her incredible ass and pushing her into the table
each time. It was a good thing we had the mats as she would have been
fill of slivers by now otherwise!
Cathy stepped in to help a bit. She sat next to Brenda, straddling the
bench actually to face her as Tobi continued to fuck Brenda without
missing a beat. Cathy reached under Brenda and as hot as she was
already, she cried out as Cathy’s hand found her clit. Cathy was
fingering both Brenda and herself at the same time, with her left hand
reaching under Brenda and her right between her own legs.
Brenda bowed her head to the table, unable to hold it up anymore as the
waves of pleasure seemed to roll through her. God she looked so hot! I
remembered her brother fucking her back home and how hot that use to be.
Who would have ever thought way back then that one day I would be
watching her getting screwed by some airboat captain in the middle of the
Everglades, her cries of pleasure ringing out with no one to hear them
but her friends and lord only knew what animal life.
Meanwhile, Doreen, Celeste and I were just watching the show in front of
us, each of us rubbing ourselves but more because our pussies simply HAD
to be touched than a conscious effort to get ourselves off. I mean, how
can you watch such an erotic site and NOT touch yourself?
Tobi was getting close if my experience watching men getting ready to com
meant anything. It was the way he started to talk to her, expressing his
desire for her, the speed of his strokes, the urgency of his fucking her,
it all pointed to an event that was soon to happen. The two of them also
seemed to realize what was about to happen and he started to pull out but
she yelled at him to stay in her and cum in her pussy. Tobi didn’t seem
to be willing to argue so he stayed in her and sure enough, in a few
second his ass was clenched and he drilled his dick into Brenda’s hot
pussy as deep as he could.
“Oh fuck, I’m cumminggggg!” he groaned, grimacing as it seemed he was
trying to hold back as long as he could but then he jerked forward as his
first shot of cum was released in her.
Brenda cried out as well as she must have felt him shooting his sperm
into her, or at least the sharp jerk of his cock in her pussy as it
exploded inside of her. Over and over he jerked, like he was having a
seizure almost, as he thrust his dick even deeper into her with each load
of cum he was expelling into her cunt.
“Yeah, that’s it! Fuck her good Tobi!” Doreen cheered, obviously
satisfied with the results.
Tobi pulled out of Brenda, his cock covered with his sperm and the
wetness of Brenda’s pussy. Cathy quickly moved in before Brenda could do
anything, licking the cum from her pussy as it slowly oozed out of her.
Meanwhile, Doreen was the first to react, getting to Tobi’s dick even
before I could think of it. Damn, where was my head at?! She quickly
sucked it and cleaned off the shaft as he dwindled down slowly. She
started stroking him with her hand and looked up at him with a smile
saying, “My turn to be fucked now.”
Actually, I wouldn’t have minded a turn myself but this time Tobi seemed
firm. Having just cum, the little head had temporarily lost control and
the big head was back running the show. Tobi backed away, pulling his
shorts back up and snapping them shut.
“Sorry girls, it’s Brenda’s party so I fucked her but I can’t do the rest
of you – even if I COULD right now!” he protested.
This time his protests seemed genuine and I knew deep down he wasn't
going to give in this time. At least, not until his little head regained
control which might be an hour or more from now depending on his recovery
time. Damn, and I would have loved it so much to be fucked by him.
Crap, three days in Florida surrounded by hunks and I’d yet to be fucked!
Brenda hadn’t moved and so I went up to her and put my hand on the back
of her neck and spoke softly to her. “Hey, you OK roomie?”
She turned her head to me, looking all serious and solemn but then a huge
grin appeared. “What the hell do you think Kelly! Of course I feel
good!”
Tobi quickly hustled back over to his grill, as if he was almost
embarrassed by what had happened and wanted to put some distance between
us. My pussy ached and I wished there was some way to get him to change
his mind about fucking the rest of us. Oh well, there were still a few
days left to go...
With Brenda fucked and the rest of us all having cum a few times each,
things started to wind down. We sat around the picnic table and talked
about Brenda and the things we had done, turning the party into sort of a
mini “roast”. Damn, I thought I knew Brenda pretty well but I certainly
learned a lot about her in that short time. I guess I had always viewed
her as a bit quiet and reserved whereas from the stories her friends had
to tell, she was quite the party girl although more in terms of drinking
and games than sexual.
I wondered if any of them knew she was fucking her brother. I caught her
attention and mouthed David’s name to her but she just shook her head,
obviously not wanting me to say anything about him. In a way, it made me
feel good to know I was a part of something in her life that was so
personal, even some of her closest friends had no idea about it.
After some more snacks and a few drinks, it was time to hit the road – or
should I say the swamp, again. We pulled on our thongs but left our tops
off for the time being. The sun was pretty strong now once we were out
of the shade and I knew that except for Doreen, the rest of us had to be
pretty careful. I had burnt my boobs badly one year sunning on our deck
and I never wanted THAT to happen again! Back in the boat, Tobi cranked
up the noisy engine once again and we were off. Even from a short
distance away, I looked back and couldn’t believe that in that mess of
trees and brush there could be such a pleasant little oasis.
With the “fun” activities completed, at least for the most part, Tobi
gave us a tour of the area. I’ve never seen so many alligators in my
life. It was like they were everywhere! It wasn’t just the alligators,
either. Tobi was incredibly knowledgeable regarding the other wildlife
and vegetation as well as the history of the region. He stopped
frequently to point out birds and plants that I might have never noticed.
It was hard to believe that so much had happened here over the years.
Looking around, it was like we were the first people ever to be here yet
from his descriptions, the place was practically teeming with people over
the years.
As we approached the end of our tour, Tobi stopped for one final break.
This time he didn’t say a word but instead looked at us like we should
know what to do. Finally, he huffed and looked at us like we were all
dumb blondes.
“Uhhhh, girls... are we forgetting something?” he said, looking directly
at out chests.
Duh! I’d almost forgotten we were all still topless. In a way, it was a
shame the trip had been as private as it was. It might have been fun to
pass a few bats and wave at them to get their reaction. Now, as close as
we were to the docks, Tobi obviously didn’t think it would be appropriate
behavior.
“Sorry girls, but we have families and small kids up ahead and... well,
you know...,” he trailed off, as if he didn’t want to spell it out for
us. We all could figure it out. We weren’t THAT stupid after all.
Maybe silly and horny at times, but not dumb.
We quickly arranged our tops and then Tobi brought us in the rest of the
way. Sure enough, there were all sorts of people waiting to get on the
bigger boats, including families with kids, just as he had warned. I had
to agree with him, it wasn’t cool to be naughty in front of little kids.
That said, it wasn't like we were wearing coveralls either. I noticed
more than a few boys – and their fathers, glancing our way as all we had
on were our thong bikinis, but at least we weren't doing anything that
could get us arrested for public indecency.
I guess Doreen had already taken care of any fees or whatever as Tobi
waved us all goodbye and we blew him kisses as he headed back to the
office. I wondered if his wife was around and what she would say if she
had seen his latest booking. He was a cool guy, even if he hadn’t fucked
us all like we’d hoped. At least Brenda got it and that’s what counted.
We had a great trip on the way back and when we got to the house,
Brenda's parents were there as well as her fiancé. Gary hugged her and
kissed her as the rest of us looked on, all of us trying to contain
ourselves knowing what Brenda had been doing just a few hours earlier.
Oh well, that’s what bachelorette parties are for, aren’t they? Besides,
I’m sure Gary’s bachelor party would be pretty wild. It was scheduled
for that night and I wondered briefly if I could offer my services but
somehow that just didn't seem appropriate under the circumstances,
especially after Brenda’s clear warning to me about steering clear of her
fiancé. Oh well, it would have been fun but I had a great time today as
it was.
We’ll, so far I’d snorkeled a reef and now I’d visited the Everglades.
Two days and two incredible experiences. Only one thing was missing –
where were the hot guys that were suppose to be all over Florida? Who
would have thought I could be here almost three days and still not get
laid? Well, tomorrow was the rehearsal dinner. If you can’t get laid at
one of those, then when can you! The only question in my mind as I
drifted off to sleep was , who would it be?
Chapter 4 - June 6, Wedding Rehearsal
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So began Day 4 in Florida...
I woke up and realized I must have slept in as Brenda was already up and
about. My eyes focused on the clock and I saw it was just after 9:00 AM;
not THAT late but still, not exactly a qualifier for early bird status.
Actually, I was surprised Brenda was up already after the night before.
How many times was I awakened by the sounds and movement of her brother
fucking her in the dark right next to me. Damn, how many times was he
going to fuck his sister before she got married? Did they REALLY think I
was asleep all the time with all the bed rocking and moaning? Actually,
what perturbed me most was not letting me join in, a total mystery to me
given our past history. Heck, if it hadn’t been for me, they would never
have fucked in the first place!
No doubt Brenda had a million things to do today. After all, tomorrow
was her big day. I couldn’t even imagine what it would be like for me
the day before my wedding. With all the girls here now, she had lots of
help. Because the wedding had been arranged on such short notice, there
was a lot of work we needed to do that most people would have had
professional service do for them. Flowers had to be arranged, music for
the reception ripped, setting up the entire place for all the guests,
getting food, the list went on and on.
The rest of the girls were staying together in the Days Inn just down the
street. I suppose on the one hand it would have been fun to stay with
them. Knowing them as I had yesterday at the bachelorette party, I could
only imagine what was going on in their room! It also would have allowed
Brenda and her brother to have had the bed to themselves at night without
having to worry about me (assuming they did).
At the same time, I loved sleeping with Brenda and even if we weren’t
having constant sex (which we weren’t), just sleeping nude with her in
bed again brought back such vivid memories from our first year at school
together as roomies. Of course back then we had to squeeze together on a
twin bed and now we had a queen size one, but the intimacy was still
there and her warm smooth bare skin felt just as wonderful against mine
as it had so many years before.
Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I finally got my butt out of bed, more
because I had to go to the bathroom horribly bad than anything else.
Having taken care of THAT detail, I looked in the mirror and frowned.
Between the salt water when we snorkeled a couple of days ago and the
blowing wind and sun of yesterday’s trip to the Everglades for Brenda’s
bachelorette party, my hair was taking a major hit. Even worse, I had a
bit of a sunburn but so far nothing that was going to make me look like a
lobster for the wedding photos, thank god. My boobs felt a little warm
as they had gotten some sun in places where they usually didn't but
again, nothing that looked too horrible and besides, we wouldn’t be
topless at the wedding – although THAT would have certainly been
interesting.
A shower was at the top of my priority list so after brushing my teeth, I
stepped in the stall and let the warm water cascade over me. I used my
new razor to take care of any growth around my pussy and elsewhere on my
body. Someday they need to come up with a body hair remover where you
step in and all your hair is vaporized – except for your head of course.
I soaped myself off one last time, letting the slippery bar rub against
my pussy a little longer than good hygiene required. God I was so
fucking horny! Sure, I’d had some fun since coming down here but face
it, it had been days since I’d been fucked properly and I wanted some
dick. Make that, NEEDED some dick. After all, a girl cannot live by
pussy alone – at least not this gal.
As I rubbed my pussy, I dropped the soap but it didn't matter, I only
needed my fingers The shower stall was rather small so I was able to
plant my feet under the controls and lean back against the opposite wall,
making it easy to finger myself while the warm water rained down on me
and flowed over my body. I started to think of Duane, my wonderful and
sexy boyfriend back home. By now he should be at work. I wondered if he
had jerked off this morning thinking about me. Did his nice big cock
miss being inside my pussy as badly as my pussy missed the feel of him in
me? Did he jerk off thinking of fucking me? When he came, did his cum
spray all over his hands and stomach as he dreamed of pumping it deep
inside of my pussy instead. God I wanted to feel him cumming in me right
now! I wanted to feel him pushing his hard dick up into me, as deep as
he could, then erupting inside of me, flooding me with his warm sperm.
My finger was rubbing my clit in fast little circles as I went on
fantasizing about how Duane might have fantasized about me. Damn, I’d
never missed a man this way before. Sure I’d missed being fucked this
badly before, but that was just my body’s response to a physical craving.
No, I didn't just miss being fucked, I missed being fucked by Duane. As
I started to cum, my eyes were closed and I dreamed he was kissing me
passionately as his incredible cock pumped in and out of me, never
stopping until I was literally overflowing with his cum to where it was
spilling out around his dick. God it felt so good... so warm down there,
so good ALL over me for that matter. The warm water cascaded over my
clit and pussy slit, enhancing my orgasm even further. A loud sigh
emerged from the back of my throat as my pussy throbbed and pulsed with
intense pleasure. Damn it Duane, where were you when I needed you?
“Hey, you gonna help out or masturbate about that boyfriend all day?”
My thoughts were jolted back to reality. I hadn’t even realized someone
had entered the bathroom! Fortunately, I knew who it was.
“Brenda! What the heck are you doing in here?”
“Well, the rest of the girls are all here and I just wanted to see if you
were hungry for some breakfast. Since you weren’t in the bedroom if
figured you must be in here, “she explained. Then I heard her snicker
and add, ”Guess some things never change, do they?”
I wanted to reach out and slap her, playfully of course. I knew exactly
what she was referring to. Back in our college days I had a bit of a
reputation with her for masturbating – a LOT. I don't think she had ever
met a girl who loved to masturbate as much as I did! One of my favorite
times to play was first thing in the morning while taking a shower.
Well, I guess she hadn't forgotten. By the time I turned off the water
and opened the door, she had already left. Oh well, at least she had
waited until I had cum before disturbing me, a courtesy she hadn’t always
shown back in school.
Since we would just be hanging around the house all day, I threw on some
gym shorts and a tight yellow cami and headed out to the kitchen where
everyone was already snacking on cereal and fruit. Like me, everyone was
in shorts with various tops ranging from a bikini top for Doreen
(wouldn’t you know it with her boobs) to a loose t-shirt for Celeste (I
guess she wanted to hide the fact hers were so much smaller). Even
Brenda’s mom was in shorts and a t-shirt which was sheer enough to reveal
she was the only one wearing a bra in the room. Looking around, I didn't
see any of the guys and then someone told me that Brenda’s dad and
brother had left earlier to pick up the sound gear from somewhere or
another.
The wedding was scheduled for tomorrow evening at 6:00 but Brenda wanted
to start the rehearsal an hour or so earlier so that by 6:00 tonight we
would be ready to go through the whole thing as if it was real. That
meant a lot of work had to be done before then. Of course, we still had
most of tomorrow for the final preparations but anything the more we
could today, the better it would be tomorrow in case something went
wrong.
There’s no other way to describe the rest of the day as anything but
barely organized chaos. Brenda had every set up a rigid schedule that we
were all expected to follow to the letter but which, of course, never
worked out as planned. It was sunny and hot, typical I guess for the
Keys but a lot hotter than I was use to in Pittsburgh. The house was
theoretically air-conditioned but with everyone coming and going and
opening the doors constantly, the temperature never seemed to be able to
get down to where it should have been and I was sweating most of the day.
Someone commented that we were “perspiring” as girls don’t “sweat.” Yeah,
tell that to my poor deodorant which was working overtime – and failing
miserably!
Fortunately, the house had a nice pool so now and then we would take a
break for a dip to cool down. The easiest thing to do would have been to
just strip and dive in, like I use to do at Brenda’s house back in Ohio
(at least, when her parents weren't home). Unfortunately, like most of
the time back then, her parents WERE around and I don’t think her mom
would have appreciated five girls running around naked in front of her
husband – not that I think her dad would have minded all that much and I
KNOW her brother would have loved it. As it was, David always seemed to
find an excuse to be out near the pool whenever we had one of our
“cooling off” breaks. I got the feeling he spent a lot of time in the
cool water for reasons than to just cool down!
Gary, the groom and love of Brenda’s life, made a few appearances
throughout the day along with Paul, his brother and best man. Paul was
still single, even though at 28 he was a couple of years older than Gary.
AS SUCH, Paul was the only guy who could “legally” ogle the girls and he
made the best of the situation. Wouldn't you know it but I noticed he
had a special interest in Doreen.
Damn! It had always killed me how guys were attracted to the big-boob
girls first. When I was in high school I hated it when boys would look
through me like I was glass and stare straight at my best friend Beth,
all because her boobs were twice as big as mine back then. These days
mine had improved quite a bit, but memories of those days still haunted
me. Poor Celeste, I could only imagine how she felt with her all but
flat chest, and since she was 22, there wasn’t much hope for anything to
develop any more than it already had. Oh well, that’s why God invented
boob jobs!
As the afternoon progressed and the rehearsal deadline drew closer, the
groom’s parents made an appearance, It was the first time I’d seen them
as they had kept to themselves pretty much, even though they owned the
joint. Brenda introduced them as Wayne and Sylvia. Wayne looked a
little older than my dad, maybe closer to fifty or so. I might have been
the hair more than anything. It was still thick and mostly in place but
had turned a shade of silver throughout. They seemed like nice people,
if a little aloof. Obviously they had money but I didn’t think that was
the issue. They just didn't seem comfortable mingling with people they
didn’t know. I noticed Wayne had an eye for the girls though, and more
than once his wife had poked him in the arm when he became a little TOO
blatant, especially when it came to Doreen’s boobs (do NOT get me started
on THAT again!).
Around 4:30 the minister arrived. I was sort of curious about him since
Brenda had never mentioned anything about a church or anything religious
about the ceremony. It was a little odd for a girl who had graduated
from a Christian- based university to be so secular so I wondered what
she was doing relative to a church home in the Keys.
As it turned out, there was nothing much to say about the minister. He
was middle-aged, the pastor of a small Baptist church on Marathon near
where Brenda lived. I got the impression that she went there more
because of the convenience of the location than the theology but I didn't
make any comment to Brenda, of course. He introduced himself as Pastor
Wilson, no first names, which I took to mean he was a bit conservative.
My suspicions were confirmed when he learned about the wedding “dress”
and bridesmaids outfits. He didn't seem too thrilled about the bikini
idea but Brenda assured him they were modest and that with the wraps it
would be like we were wearing skirts after which he seemed to be OK with
the idea. For the rehearsal, we were all in shorts and various tops (I
had on a pink tank), so at least he didn’t have to deal with the issue
tonight.
We all went out towards the beach. The sun was blaring as there wasn’t a
cloud in the sky. The beach actually looked a little crappy as there was
all sorts of garbage and seaweed along where the tide was receding.
Doreen explained to me that the cruise ships and other boats tossed out
tons of garbage every day and every beach along the gulf looked this way
unless they had people constantly cleaning them. Brenda then mentioned
they had someone who was suppose to show up tomorrow afternoon to clean
off the beach before the ceremony. It was too bad the tide was going OUT
and had it been in, then it wouldn’t have looked so bad but I guess
Brenda couldn’t arrange to have the moon change its orbit for her wedding
day.
It was quite windy and I hoped that it would be calmer for the wedding
tomorrow. We went through all the parts of the ceremony and eventually
everyone knew their places to be and when to be there. I thought poor
Brenda was going to have a nervous breakdown at times but it all worked
out in the end. FINALLY, after over two hours to practice for a twenty
minute ceremony, she declared it would just have to be good enough and we
all let loose a collective sigh – something she did NOT find very
amusing. For a moment it looked like Brenda was about to morph into
bridezilla but Cathy pulled her aside and calmed her down. I guess
that’s what a good Maid of Honor is there for!
For dinner, the one part where the groom’s parents get the say-so and
Brenda didn't have to plan, we all piled in the cars and headed down to a
seafood restaurant where a gigantic buffet was waiting to tempt us all.
It was located right next to this cool drawbridge and while we waited to
be seated, I stood out on the deck and watched the most beautiful boats
coming in and out, the bridge raised and lowered by some seemingly random
schedule. Some of the boats were incredible! Despite myself, I envied
the people on them, wondering what it would be like to spend just a day
on one of them.
Finally our party was called and we were ushered into a large room where
there were enough tables for all of us. I found myself seated at a table
with David, Brenda’s brother, and a couple of younger teenagers who were
friends of the grooms there to be ushers. I forgot their names two
seconds after they told me which should tell you how interesting they
were. Even so, as the only girl at the table, I certainly got enough
attention! The food, served buffet style, was delicious and there was an
incredible selection. Sighing to myself, I declared my diet was
suspended and let myself pig out for once. Who knows when I would ever
get to eat food like this again!
Back at the table, it was just me and David as the teenagers hadn’t
finishing piling their plates to the ceiling. I was eating some shrimp
when I felt something on my leg. Without looking down, I glanced to the
side of me and David was grinning at me. With the table cloth hanging
over as far as it did, it would have been difficult for anyone to see
what he was doing, even if our table hadn’t been on the outer ring and
our chairs against the wall. As it was, it would have been impossible
for anyone to see a thing and I wondered if David had realized that when
choosing a seat. In fact, as I started to think about it, he HAD sort of
helped me to find mine as well. That sneaky guy!
As you might expect, my first reaction was NOT to push him away or
anything stupid like that. If anything, it was quite the opposite.
After having spent three nights listening to him fucking his sister next
to me, totally ignoring me in the process, it was about time he did
something! I slowly reached down under the table, put my hand on top of
his, and then looked him in the eyes and smiled ever so slightly.
“You know, if you’re going to grope me, then do it right,” I whispered to
him as I pulled his hand up inside my legs and against my crotch. I
could feel the pressure against my pussy through my shorts and my
heartbeat quickened as I looked around to see if anyone was paying us any
unusual attention. The room was so crowded and noisy, he probably could
have fucked me and nobody would have noticed but I wasn't about to test
out THAT theory.
“Still the same ol’ slut, eh Kelly,” he chuckled as his fingers pressed
against me on their own, “Bet it’s been killing you that I’ve been
fucking Brenda right next to you, hasn’t it?”
My eyes widened and I stared at him. Damn, the bastard knew I was awake
and STILL he had ignored me? What a jerk! I was pissed off now and was
about ready to reach down and pull his hand away when his finger pushed
hard against my clit and I almost jumped out of my seat. Bastard! He
knew I wanted it and he was taking full advantage of the situation.
“Then why...?” I started to ask but he cut me off.
“It’s been ages since we’ve done it and to be honest, the first night I
thought you WERE asleep. After that, I don’t know, I guess she wanted it
and I just went along I guess.”
Yeah, like it was Brenda’s fault he hadn't been fucking me. If there was
one thing I was certain of, there was more to it than that. It wasn't
that I was necessarily dying so much that HE fuck me (although after
three days I was getting pretty damn horny for a guy), it was the
principle. Guys just don't get in bed next to me and screw another girl
without doing me too. Heck, it’s just not natural, especially when it
came to David and Brenda. I mean, who was responsible for getting the
two of them together anyway? If it hadn't been for me, they would have
lived their lives out fantasizing about each other instead of making
their dreams come true! If anyone deserved to be included, it was me.
About that time the teenagers reappeared, bringing what looked to be half
the buffet back with them. No sooner had they sat down than a waiter
arrived so serve wine which I politely refused but David had a glass of
something white. The kids tried to get a glass but the waiter just
looked at them and shook his head. At least he was cool about it with
them. Each table had a tray full of various cheeses and crackers set in
the center and so I had to just grab what I wanted. Even when David was
reaching out for his share, he kept his hand in my lap the entire time.
The teenagers didn’t seem to notice anything odd in that he was only
eating with one hand. Heck, maybe they just put it down to good manners
that he used one hand while keeping the other off the table.
I found myself starting to squirm in the seat as his finger pushed right
over my pussy hole. God I felt so wet down there! It would be
embarrassing to get up later with a wet crotch in my shorts but I didn't
know what else to do at the moment. I certainly didn't want him to take
his hand off of me, THAT much I was sure of!
The dinner progressed and it wasn't long before the teens were heading
back for seconds, leaving David and alone once again. I figured it was
only fair that I get to return the favor so I reached over and put my
hand in his crotch. I almost laughed, he was so predictable! Damn he
was hard! God, if he had to stand up right now he would have all but
burst out of his shorts! Fortunately for him, they were pretty baggy but
at the same time, they offered no assistance in retraining him so if he
HAD stood up, his stick would have been poking out in front of him for
everyone to see.
“Hmmmmmm, is someone horny?” I teased him as he ate some shrimp, trying
to act nonchalant. He shifted in his seat a bit which seemed to free up
his cock a little. I tried to unzip his shorts but to my complete
surprise, her pulled his pussy hand from my crotch and pushed mine away
from his dick.
“God, we can’t do this in here,” he hissed at me, “Shit, what if someone
notices?”
“Isn’t that half the fun,” I teased him, trying to push my hand back to
his crotch again but once again he deflected me away.
“God, you’re such a fucking slut,” he sighed, “Stop teasing me.”
“Me? ...teasing?” I giggled, “You know me better than that David!”
David looked around and surveyed the crowd. The place was packed; they
couldn’t have fit any more people in with a shoe horn. The head table
was on the other side of the room and barely visible. The parents were
seated at tables close to the front as well. The rest of the girls were
all at one table and to be honest, I was torn for a moment as to where I
would rather be at this moment, with them or David. The warmth between
my legs made THAT decision a no-brainer. I wanted to get laid and
sitting with a group of girls, half of whom were lesbian or close to it,
wasn’t going to help in taking care of my cravings.
“What do you say we go outside?” he proposed, obviously still too scared
of being discovered feeling me up in the crowded room. I was more than
happy to accept as I knew what he had in mind – his crotch told the whole
story.
We both stood up and he straightened his shorts out to hide his erection
as much as possible but anyone looking close would have noticed. He
tried to keep the front of himself away from the main crowd as we worked
our way slowly through the crowd until finally we were out on the back
deck. It too was crowded – damn this place did a business on Friday
nights! David looked around as he was a new to this place as I was.
There was no place that immediately stood out so we went down the steps
from the deck to the beach area. People were everywhere and I started
feeling a little anxious. Damn, here I finally had him ready to fuck me
and there was no place to go!
“Come on, let’s go over there,” he said, pulling me along by my hand.
Where the heck was he heading? The only thing ahead of us was a dock
where a couple of boats were. I guess some people drove their boats to
the restaurant. Pretty cool! They weren’t huge like some of the ones I
saw going by the bridge earlier, but they were a lot bigger than my
parent’s ski boat back home. As we got closer, I saw there didn’t seem
to be anyone around except some kid who was cleaning up the area. From
the looks of it, he was the only one keeping one eye on things as the
owners must have been in the restaurant. As we got closer, it became
clearer to me what his plans were. He HAD to be out of his mind!
“Whoa, you’re not serious, are you,” I protested, pulling back on his
hand a little.
“Oh come on Kelly, where’s your sense of adventure?” he teased me, “Who’s
going to know?”
I looked back at the restaurant nervously. Adventure is one thing,
suicide quite another. What if the owners were watching from the
restaurant? What if they finished and came back to their boat? What is
someone else questioned why we were there? Then I remembered WHY we were
doing it and any hesitation melted away. Damn I was horny! Who cared
anyway if we got caught so long as he fucked me first? What could they
do to us? Maybe they might even want to join in.
“OK, act like we own the place and he’ll never know the difference,”
David whispered to me as we approached the dock.
Sure enough, we just walked right by the boy with a smile and a hello and
he just grinned back and otherwise ignored us. Walking down the dock,
David picked the larger of the two. I couldn’t believe people just left
their boats deserted! OK, so the boy was there to watch but it was
obvious that he wasn't providing all the great of security.
We stepped into the back end of boat and looked around. There was a
small door which David opened and we quickly ducked out of site down into
this small cabin area. Damn, my dorm room was like a castle compared to
this! There was a small cooking area, a bar, a table with booth-like
seats that appeared to be able to be converted to a bed. There was a
large picture hanging up showing a large family along with a number of
others of the various people in the group photo. It looked like a
typical family, nothing wild or pretentious. There wasn't a lot left
around besides some food and things to drink. Maybe that’s why they
weren't afraid to leave the boat alone – there was nothing for anyone to
steal anyway.
No sooner had I taken a few seconds to gather all this in than David
grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me up against him. Without a word
he leaned over and kissed me, using his tongue to explore my mouth while
his hands started to roam all over my body. He gripped my ass with both
hands and practically pulled me off me feet as he brought me in tight
against him. His dick was pushing against his loose shorts and I could
feel it against my stomach.
‘God I want to fuck you so bad!” he sighed as he pulled his mouth barely
away from mine.
“So what are you waiting for?” I responded, “Fuck me!”
My pussy was screaming to feel his dick inside of me. The hell with
foreplay – I wanted to be fucked, and fucked NOW.
“God you’re such a fucking slut,” he said grinning.
He pulled his shorts down along with his underwear, allowing his dick to
spring loose and poke out from the shirt that hung down over it. God it
looked so delicious. He was hard – VERY hard and his dick practically
quivered with his horniness. I would have loved to have kneeled down and
started sucking it but under the circumstances, I wanted him to fuck as
soon as possible.
Keeping my eyes glued to David’s stiff dick, I wasn't wasting any time
either as I yanked my shorts off and sat back bare-bottomed on the table
top. It wasn't the most sturdy thing in the world but I figured it
should hold my weight OK. I spread my legs as I leaned back and
supported myself with my hands on the table behind me. My hungry pussy
was totally exposed, ready for his dick to enter me. I left the cami on
as it emphasized my nudity below by being dressed on top.
As tight as it was, though, it may as well have been off as my nipples
poked through and were outlined almost as if nothing were covering them.
David stared at me, well at least at my crotch and boobs. I could
imagine how I must have looked to him, a horny slut spreading her legs
wide for him like some whore, wet and smelling of sex as I leaned back
and gave him a better view of my pussy. How much more of an invitation
could I give him – as if he needed one in the first place.
“Damn, you look incredible,” he said in a voice hoarse with his lust.
He has holding his cock, stoking it slowly, almost unconsciously, as he
stared at my pussy that was begging to be fucked by him. he must have
been so turned on to see a girl like me offering herself to him, exposing
herself without shame or remorse, ready to let him do whatever he wanted
with her.
“Are you just going to stare at it or fuck it?” I teased him, reaching
with one hand to rub my pussy for him as I leaned back on just one arm.
I let my middle finger run between my wet pussy lips with the other
fingers on each side, passing over my clit which made me jump
involuntarily and then back down again until I was at my pussy hole and
pushed it inside. I started to stroke ,my finger in and out of me as he
just stood there staring at me, his hard dick still in his hand.
“C’mon David, I’d rather have your dick in me than my finger,” I
encouraged him.
I was sure he needed no encouragement so why wasn't he fucking me yet?
Maybe he was enjoying the show too much? Just in case, I pulled my
finger out of me and stuck it in my mouth, tasting myself on it and
grinning up at him with as naughty of a look as I could muster.
He HAD to want to fuck me yet instead, he put a hand on the inside of
each of my thighs, pushing my legs even further apart as he took his
place between my welcoming legs. He kneeled down and put his face up
against my crotch, his tongue sticking out against my clit. It was like
heaven! My clit practically exploded as he sucked on it, driving me
quickly to my first orgasm of the evening – or at least I assumed it
would be my first.
“Oh fuck, don't stop!” I moaned as my hips instinctively thrust up
against his face. My head laid back and I shut my eyes tight as I
concentrated on the incredible sensations being created between my legs.
They started there and then it was like my entire body was being
consumed, goose bumps rising all over me and even the hair on my head
seemed to tingle with pleasure. Damn it felt so good!
As he continued to suck on my clit, his finger started to [push into my
pussy, followed by a second. I was so wet now after my orgasm they slid
easily inside of me as far as he could reach with them. It was like my
orgasm was given a boost and somehow it felt even better than before
although I would have never thought such a thing was possible. I must
have been flooding his face with my pussy cum but he never stopped,
keeping his mouth planted on my bare pussy as his tongue tickled my clit
mercilessly. It was so intense I wanted to push him away yet at the same
time I wanted to pull his head in tighter.,
As my body began to relax with the receding of my orgasm, David looked up
at me and grinned saying, “Damn, didn’t take much to set you off, did
it?”
“What do you mean,” I panted, trying to catch my breath, “Between you
fucking Brenda next to me, touching me inside earlier, and not to mention
not being laid in days... of course I came quick!
David ran his hands over my wet pussy, teasing me by just barely grazing
my swollen clit and then running his fingertips the smooth skin of my
crotch. “Awwwwww, somebody needs a dick in her cunt, doesn’t she?”
Well duh!! Of course I did! What a week so far, Snorkeling bare
bottomed, nude party in the Everglades, and now hiding out in someone’s
boat that we had no idea who they were or when they would be back... all
without getting a dick in me even once! Shit, who would have believed me
before now if I tried to tell them I could have gone through so much
without getting fucked, not even ONCE!
“Alright then, quit screwing around,” I said a little more tensely this
time. I couldn’t help but laugh at my poor choice of words. What I
really wanted more than anything was for him to start screwing around –
with my pussy. “Fuck me dammit, fuck me NOW!”
“Hmmm, oh well... if you insist,” he responded coyly, as if he was doing
ME some kind favor. As hard as he was, he wanted it as much as I did.
David put an arm under each of my legs, supporting my knees in the crook
of each arm as he leaned forward and put his hands on the table on each
side of me. I gave up trying to hold myself up and laid on my back as my
legs were pulled up which cause my hips to rotate upwards, providing him
with an even better shot at my pussy. I reached down and grabbed his
dick with my right hand, pulling it into my crotch and up against my
waiting pussy. Positioning it up against my pussy, I looked at him in
the eyes.
“Push it in me... fuck me David... give it to me.. give me your hard
dick,” I pleaded with him.
This wasn't just me putting on a show for him, talking dirty to turn him
on. No, I seriously WANTED him to fuck him – BADLY. Feeling the head of
his dick against my pulsing pussy was almost torture. I NEEDED to feel
it in me. It was like I felt so empty inside and if I didn’t get
something to fill me up I would die.
Frankly, although it was a turn-on to have Brenda’s brother getting ready
to fuck me again, at this point all that mattered was that SOMEONE fuck
me. Hell, it could have been the kid at the end of the dock for all I
care right now, as long as he had a hard cock for me. There was only one
thing on my mind at this moment – my pussy and the cock that was about to
violate it.
Usually, when a guy is fucking me and he is about to enter me for the
first time, I prefer that he take it slow, easing his dick into me a
little at a time, savoring the feelings inside my pussy as it expands and
consumes his dick an inch at a time. I love it when he has just his head
in me, stretching me apart and making me want to beg for more. In doing
so, his dick focuses on the heavy concentration of nerve endings at that
part of my pussy, driving me crazy with lust and passion. Well, that’s
NOT what David did! Instead, once he felt the tip of dick start to
penetrate he suddenly thrust his hips forward, actually pushing me a few
inches with the force of his entry as his cock rammed its way into me and
the base of his dick literally slammed into my crotch.
“Oh my god!” I moaned.
Actually it was about all I could say as the sudden shock of his dick
driving it’s way deep inside of me initiated my second orgasm. I guess
you could say having him enter me like this, compared to how I described
the way I usually get it, is like comparing lighting the wick of a lamp
versus dumping the contents into a fire. Whereas the former was good and
burned steady for a long time, the latter created a gigantic blaze that
while quickly consumed, provided for an explosive reaction.
My pussy contracted and I could feel his erect dick in me, locked in with
the force of my pussy gripping it. It was almost like I was in labor as
my pussy clamped down on him, trying to draw him in deeper, never wanting
to feel empty again. Oh my god, his dick was all the way in me! I could
feel his wiggling his ass as he tried to drill it even deeper into me.
“Cumming so hard... feels so good... so fucking good,” I moaned over and
over as it was like I was in another world. There was nothing around me,
just a foggy mist, as all I could think about, all my mind could
comprehend at one time, was the fantastic way it made me feel to have his
stiff dick fucking me.
Somehow David managed to get his dick free of the grip my pussy had on
him and he started to stroked himself in and out of me. At first it was
just a couple inches in and out but as he got into it he kept increasing
the length of his stroke until it got to where he barely was in me before
reversing course and ramming his fat dick back to the hilt inside of me
again. A couple of times he actually slipped out and I would whimper
like a lost puppy until he quickly retrieved it and got back into me
again. I wanted his dick in me – forever. Well, I wanted A dick in me
and his was as good as any at the moment.
“Shit your cunt is so fucking tight!” he gasped as he struggled to speak
while he fucked me. “Not even Brenda’s this tight.”
It made me feel good to hear him tell me how tight my pussy was. I had a
good feeling why Brenda’s was a lot looser – it was those huge dildos she
loved to play with. Most girls with my “experiences” were looser than me
and it made me proud whenever I fucked some guy together with them that
almost always the guys would say I had the tightest pussy. Dildos have
never held a huge fascination for me and it was times like this when I
was glad they didn’t. I don't know how girls can thrust some of those
monsters in themselves on a daily basis and then wonder why their pussies
are all stretched out!
Suddenly David pulled out of me and backed up, letting my legs drop as he
did. He circled with his hands and I understood what he wanted without a
word being spoken. I hopped off the table and twisted around. The space
was so cramped I could feel his dick slide across my hip and then my ass
as I turned in front of him. Leaning forward onto the table, resting
myself on my elbows, I spread my legs wide apart and wiggled my ass for
him as I turned to look back at him over my shoulder.
“See anything you like,” I taunted him but he didn't even let me finish
before he was virtually attacking me once again. What I would have given
for a photo of his face at that moment. The expression was one of pure
animal-like lust. He was staring at my ass, at my freshly fucked pussy
exposed for him, waiting for him. I had seen this look before on other
men when they got to this stage while fucking me. It was like any
thoughts other than sex were banished and the only thinking they could do
was fuck me, like they were being driven by some outside force beyond
their control.
It made me shiver as I realized that even if for some strange reason I
wanted him to stop and not fuck me, he was going to do it anyway. David
was much bigger than me and I knew if necessary, we would force himself
upon me now if that's what it took. Knowing I could drive a man to this
most basic form of existence, where nothing mattered to him other than
breathing and sex, made me feel incredibly sensual and self-confident.
He would do anything now to fuck me – anything.
Without a word or so much as a grunt, he positioned his dick to my pussy
and once again, as soon as he felt himself in place he drove it into me.
I was crushed up against the table, barely able to even breath, as he
pushed himself as hard as he could into me, trying to drive his dick all
the way through me it seemed. No sooner than we were coupled once again
than he started to stroke himself in and out of me, like a train piston
with almost robotic precision. Each time he slammed into me, his crotch
slapping against my bare ass loudly and then I would grunt myself a bit
as my stomach pressed against the edge of the table, pushing the air out
of me with an audible grunt each time.
“Yeah, your cunt feels so fucking good,” he rambled on, “I love fucking
you... fucking your slutty cunt... beg for it slut... beg me to fuck
you.”
It wasn't like he had to ask me. I wanted it just as badly as he did.
As much as he wanted to feel my pussy around his dick, I wanted to feel
his dick inside of me as well. As hard as he wanted to fuck me, I wanted
it harder, to the point it actually hurt as he slammed ,me into the
table. I pulled my cami up and exposed my boobs, feeling the rocking
under me as he continued to drill my pussy with his cock.
“That’s it David... give it to me... give me that dick... fuck me
David... OH GOD FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!” I pleaded with him, wanting
more of him in me than he could give, wanting to feel him bursting inside
of me, feel his seed exploding inside of me.
“Oh FUCK!” he cried out as he pressed himself into me and held himself
there.
David’s hands grabbed my hips and pulled me into him as I felt his hips
thrusting into me in short, hard stroked. Each time I could barely feel
a warm sensation deep inside of me and I knew it was his sperm spurting
into me from the end of his adulterous dick. The feeling of him mating
me, of him exploding inside me as he filled me with his manhood, was more
than enough to trigger my third orgasm. I dropped down the table, my
boobs pressed flat under me as I lacked the strength even to stay up on
my elbows. If he hadn’t had his dick pegged inside of me, pressing me
against the table as hard as he was, I might have fallen to the floor as
weak as my knees suddenly felt.
“Oh yeah, you’re cumming too baby... fuck yeah, cum for me!” he cried out
as over and over he jerked, as if he had a limitless supply of cum for
me.
Finally he came one last time and after that he held himself in me,
staying still once again as he groaned long and loud, as if an immense
sense of relief had passed over him or some huge weight had been taken
from his shoulders. My own orgasm was still going as my pussy throbbed
so hard with the feeling of his now spent dick within me.
As my orgasm dulled to a mere throbbing sensation, he pulled out of me
and then he collapsed one of the bench seats by the table. His dick was
covered with a mixture of his sperm and my pussy cum, glistening in the
light that was starting to fade from the windows. He was gasping for air
as he tried to catch his breath. I managed to slide over and sit on the
seat opposite of him, my breath also coming in hard gasps. My pussy was
so hot it felt like it was burning up! I could feel his cum draining
from me and running down my ass. It must have been making a mess on the
seat but at the moment, I didn’t give a damn.
“Damn, that was good,” he said heavily, still breathing hard as he looked
across the table at me. I realized my cami was still pulled up over my
boobs so I pulled it back down again which made him frown.
“No reason to hide those babies,” he said with a grin.
“I don’t know about that... you didn’t even touch them,” I teased him
back.
“Hmmm, guess I had other parts of your body on my mind,” he chuckled.
“You’re one hell of a fuck, you know that Kelly Wells,” he sighed,
shaking his head as if in disbelief.
“Better than Brenda?”
David frowned, as if undecided how to answer. Well, it WAS sort of a
trick question. Finally he raised his eyebrows and answered, “Don't you
DARE tell her but you’re a hell of a lot better fuck but then, she IS my
sister and how do you beat screwing your own sister?”
I just rolled my eyes but in truth, it was about what I was expecting for
an answer. It would be like if he had asked me if I liked fucking him or
my dad better (someone, by the way, that David did NOT know fucked me).
Sure he may have been physically better and had a bigger cock, but there
was no way he could possible make me feel emotionally the way I felt when
my own father fucked me. The fact the he admitted that it felt like that
with Brenda actually made me believe his answer more than anything.
David suddenly looked at his watch and drew in a sharp breath. “Damn, we
had better get back before dinner is over.”
Of course, there was also the little matter of the owners of the boat
possibly arriving at any moment. We were lucky so far that they hadn’t
put in an appearance but how long could we ask for our luck to hold out?
We both pulled up our shorts and got ready to leave. I noticed that I
had indeed left a mess on the seat so I found a roll of paper towels and
wiped it clean, throwing the smelly wad into what I hoped was the trash.
I searched for some air freshener as the place undoubtedly had to be
reeking with sex but without any luck. Oh well, hopefully by the time
the owners returned it would have aired out enough. We stepped out
through that small door and back onto the dock. As I walked down the
dock, my pussy felt like it was swollen between my legs. I definitely
could feel the aftereffects of his dick in me, that was for sure! I
laughed as we passed by the kid and wondered if he noticed I was still a
little bowlegged by the time we went by him.
About half-way back to the restaurant, a couple passed us that looked
familiar and then I realized where I had seen them – in the photos on the
boat! It was just the two of them and they looked more interested in
each other than David and me. We passed by them without a word between
us and after they had gone by, both David and I could barely hold back
the laughter.
“Do you think they’re going to do it when they get back?” David teased
me.
“Well, only if they can hold off that long,” I said back, grinning as I
imagined them fucking in the same place David and I had just been.
Would they notice the smell of our sex? The guy probably wouldn’t but
women have a much better sense of smell when it comes to detecting sex.
I guess it must be something from our cave men days when it was important
for a female to know when another female was in heat to after her mate.
For whatever reason, I can always smell another girl when she was really
horny and my mom was always able to tell when I came from a date as to
whether or not I’d been laid.
When we got back to the dining room, I saw that things were just starting
to break up. Whew! We’d made it back just in the nick of time. No
doubt Brenda would have understood why her brother and ex-roommate had
disappeared but explaining that to the other guests, especially her
parents, would have been a bit more difficult, to say the least. I
joined up with the other girls as David split apart to be with his
parents.
“You just got laid!” Cathy exclaimed, her hands over her mouth as soon as
she said it as if she couldn’t believe she had voiced what she was
thinking.
It was like I said, a girl can always tell when another girl has been
fucking. The only thing was, MOST girls didn’t come right out and
advertise it. Fortunately, it was the small group of us that heard her
and everyone looked at me as if expecting some sort of report or
whatever.
“OK, so I got laid... big deal,” I responded, trying my best to sound
nonchalant and not make a big thing out of it but the others would have
none of that.
“Who was it?” Doreen asked, curiosity in her voice, “One of the
waiters?... No, how about the cute bartender, he was out for a while the
same as you were.”
I just shook my head at them, as if I was disappointed in their lack of
creative thinking.
“Oh come on, spill it girl,” Cathy pressed me. “Why not tell us?” She
paused for a moment and then her face lit up and her eyes opened wide as
saucers. “Oh my god, you didn't; fuck Gary, did you?”
“Cathy!” I exclaimed, as if shocked she would even think of such a
horrible thing. Then again, it wasn't a bad guess under the
circumstances given the way I was acting. I thought about it for a
second. What would it hurt if they knew?
“OK, if you all MUST know,” I teased them, dragging it on for as long as
I could, “It was David.”
“Her brother?!” Cathy gasped.
“But isn’t he married?” Celeste cut in innocently. Leave it to her to
state the obvious.
“Ewwwww, he’s so OLD” Doreen grimaced. THAT really wasn’t far, he was
only about six years older than we were but I knew for some girls, guys
were like dog years, especially if they preferred them younger to start
with.
“C’mon, you can ride back with us,” Cathy cut in as the crowd began to
dissipate, “We want to hear ALL about it.” We started to walk out and
then she looked at me with a quizzical eye. “Where the hell did you do
it anyway?”
I just grinned back at her, leaving her to wonder until we drove home. I
was secretly placing bets with myself as to whether any of them would be
masturbating by the time we got back to the house. Cathy? Definitely.
Doreen? Probably. It was Celeste that was the wild card. How much
influence had we made on her so far?
That night as I laid in bed, pretending to be asleep, in came David again
for the last fuck he would have with Brenda as a single girl. As I
listened to them fucking, I wondered if he was going to keep fucking her
after she got married? Did Brenda know he had fucked me just a few hours
earlier? Somehow I didn’t, think so. Why not? It was like there was
something they were hiding from me but I just couldn’t understand it.
I heard David grunting and I knew he was cumming inside of Brenda. My
pussy throbbed as I remembered how he had felt not so long before. God,
how could he have anything left for her after cumming so hard inside me
just a few hour ago? After he had done her, he left quietly and I felt
Brenda nuzzle up against me, spooning me as I laid with my back to her.
I felt her arm reach around me and then her hand cupped my boob as she
drifted off to sleep.
Tomorrow night she would be sleeping with her new husband and instead of
being fucked by her brother, she would be with her new husband. I
recalled what Cathy had said earlier, how she was wondering if I had been
fucking Gary. My pussy twinged as I thought about how hot THAT would
have been but I knew that I could never do that to Brenda, no matter how
great the temptation. Then it occurred to me that it meant I would be
sleeping alone! Would I? Or would someone else be holding me in their
arms instead of Brenda? Male or female? Family or friend? So many
options, so many possibilities.
I feel asleep dreaming of how the wedding might go, especially the
reception. After all, tradition demanded that the bridesmaids get laid –
the question was, who?
Chapter 5 - June 7, The Wedding
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Day 5 in Florida – the BIG day!
This was it, the reason I’d traveled to Florida. Believe it or not, I
hadn’t come down here to cavort off the coast bottomless while
snorkeling, not to run around nude in the Everglades with a bunch of
girls, not even to get laid at a rehearsal dinner. The reason I was here
was to celebrate the marriage of my ex- roomie Brenda and the day had
finally arrived. It had been a while since I was even at a wedding and
it would be my first participating as a bridesmaid. Finally, I would be
walking down the aisle, although NOT as the bride but then who knows,
maybe my boyfriend Duane back home might take a hint!
On such a day, not even I, the crowned princess of late morning sleep-
ins, could stay in bed. My heart started beating faster just at the
thought of it. Brenda had woken up earlier, positively beaming from the
start. There was no doubt that she was madly in love with Gary, her
fiancé, and even if she hadn't been pregnant I had no doubt that this
ceremony would have taken place sooner than later.
Just to illustrate how excited I was, imagine me getting up in the
morning, taking a hot shower, getting dressed, and heading to breakfast
without even masturbating once. Yep, believe it or not, it actually
happened. I can’t remember being so excited over something that was
happening to someone else. For goodness sakes I hadn't even felt this
way before my college graduation, probably one of the biggest days of my
life so far, socially at least.
The rest of the bridal party was just coming in the door as I walked down
to the kitchen. Cathy, the Maid of Honor, acted as if she was shocked to
see me. A little melodramatic maybe, but I took it all in good humor.
“Oh my god, I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own
eye. So she CAN get up early in the morning!” she teased me playfully.
She was just teasing but there was an element of truth as all week I’d
been late to breakfast every morning. I wondered if she knew that it
wasn't a matter of me getting to breakfast, but more of what I all did
BEFORE I came down to breakfast? Given Cathy was a hard-core lesbian (I
think technically she was still a virgin if not physically), I had no
doubt she wouldn’t have minded helping me out.
Pretty soon the moms arrived, both Brenda’s and Gary’s. Evidently the
parents had gone out for breakfast earlier and so she had already eaten.
The husbands had dumped them off and immediately left to go golfing or
something like that. As for the groom and his posse, not even Brenda was
sure where he was, just that he had better show up later - and be on
time! It wasn't like the guys had all that much to get ready. They
would be wearing Bermuda shorts and a light jacket so getting dressed
should take all of about two minutes at most.
For the girls, Brenda had picked out some tasteful bikinis. Nothing from
Wicked Weasel or anything like that. After all, there WAS going to be
children and family at the wedding and thong bikinis with strings showing
off our bare asses probably wouldn’t be deemed appropriate by some of the
guests. Actually, they were quite conservative, to the point where I
called them two piece swim suits more so than bikinis. Our boobs were
fully covered and the bottoms covered more than most panties I’d worn in
the past. Still, it beat the heck out of some ugly bridesmaid dress that
I would never wear again.
There had apparently been a lot of debate over color but she finally
settled on a pale blue solid-colored suits with white silk wraps around
our waists. The wraps were long enough such that they kept anyone from
seeing too much of our legs and asses. Sure it would have been fun to be
all sexy and wild but I also realized that under the circumstances, it
was the right thing to do. After all, this was a wedding, not a fashion
show. As bridesmaids, we were suppose to be there for effect, not the
center of attention. THAT role fell to the bride, Brenda. Her suit, of
course, was solid white. She wore the same wrap as her bridesmaids along
with a sheer veil. One thing I realized right away, the Maid of Honor
was going to have it easy as there was no long trail on the wedding
“dress” to keep in place.
The entire wedding party would be barefoot, including the minister who
insisted on wearing pants and a suit coat. Something about wearing
shorts at a wedding just wasn't his thing. Even Brenda’s dad agreed to
go barefoot although like the minister, he insisted on wearing some thin
pants instead of shorts. Brenda teased her mom about wearing a bikini as
well but to be honest, her mom’s bikini days were long behind her, if
they ever existed in the first place. Don’t get me wrong, I loved her
mom dearly but she WAS a little frumpy. Guests had been told in their
invitations to dress casual but given the locale, I doubted such a
warning was necessary. It was way too hot for anyone to wear a suit or a
heavy dress.
The day seemed to fly by and before we knew it, the moment was almost
upon us. Everything had gone remarkably smooth. The flowers had shown
up on time, the wedding cake looked fantastic, and all the chairs and
sound systems set up and tested without a hitch. We headed into the
house to change into our wedding “attire”, leaving the rest of the
growing crowd behind. Our hair had been taken care of a few hours
earlier so it was just a matter of sipping on our swim suits and last
minute makeup adjustments.
When Brenda slipped out of the shorts and halter top that she had been
wearing all day, we all gathered around her, admiring her and telling her
how great she looked. There MIGHT have been just a hint of a belly
staring to show but it was too little for anyone to notice really. Cathy
was already naked and so she walked over to Brenda and kissed her lightly
on the lips so as not to mess up her makeup. Her hand slipped between
Brenda’s legs and she grinned at her best friend.
“Well. It’ not like you’re losing your virginity tonight but I envy
Gary, I have to tell you that girl.”
We all giggled and I, for one, knew she wasn't just joking. Cathy was
really hot, especially with those boobs. While not as enormous as
Doreen’s, they still were great and even without being held up by the
swim suit top, they didn’t sag nearly as much as other girls did with
similar sized ones.
As for me, I slipped on my outfit and checked myself out in one of the
mirrors. For a moment I wondered what it would be like to be the one
with the white bikini. What if this was MY wedding day? How would it
feel to know I was about to commit my life to one man, forsaking all
others? Could I be like my mom, be faithful to my husband for over
twenty five years without ever once straying? Of course, I would still
have my dad and even my Uncle Jim and cousin Rick should I REALLY get
desperate, but that was a whole lot different than being with another man
outside your family. God, to only have ONE man fucking me, it was almost
too much to imagine. Yet I also knew that I would have to be ready for
that sort of commitment before I could accept a marriage proposal so I
knew I wasn't ready for that yet.
It was time. We all gathered at the spot where everyone was leading off
to go down the “aisle” with Brenda hanging back out of sight. One of
Brenda’s friends played a guitar and he had been providing the music
while people were being seated. He picked up the sound level a notch
when the grandmothers and mothers were seated and then it became so
quiet, all I could hear were the waves on the beach and the wind blowing
in the palm trees.
One of the friends of the groom was a DJ and he had music all lined up
for the remainder of the service. As the bridesmaids entered, he played
something classical and my heart was beating fast as I lined up behind
Doreen to walk down the aisle (well a path in the sand between the
chairs). When my cue came, I stepped out, feeling everyone’s eyes on me
as I walked slowly and deliberately. I saw David, Brenda’s older
brother, looking at me from the audience and I smiled at him. Even with
all that was going on, my pussy tingled a little as the memory of our
little tryst the night before came flooding back in my mind. I mentally
shook my head to focus on the moment at hand as I reached my spot and
turned to face the people.
Everyone hushed and then the wedding march music began to play. I
couldn’t help but feel a tear in my eyes as I watched Brenda emerge from
behind a tent that had been set up, take her father’s arm, and walk
slowly down the aisle. God, she looked so beautiful and radiant! Her
father looked like he was about to cry himself as he said the words to
give his daughter away and handed her arm to Gary before taking his seat
next to her mom. The rest of the ceremony actually went pretty quick and
before I knew it, she was being pronounced as married and they kissed
long and hard before the crowd – a little TOO long probably for some
people but who cared?
Well, that was it. She was married. It seemed to take hours for all the
wedding photos but it wasn't really nearly that long, it just felt that
way. Finally we were finished and it time for the reception. Everything
was setup right here, with tables and chairs having been brought in. A
“portable” dance floor was even set up, like interlocking rubberized pads
that made it easier to dance than trying to do it on the sand.
Really, what can you say about a wedding reception? At least the food
was decent. A friend of the family had volunteered to cook up shrimp and
chicken for the meal and it was actually pretty good, better than most
catered affairs I’d attended as an escort. The “bar” was simply a line
of coolers filled with soda and beer along with liquor and wine bottles
set out on a table. The DJ was good, keeping people hopping even if it
WAS to some of the stupid songs that seem to only get played at wedding
receptions (think Chicken Dance and Electric Slide).
Brenda and Gary did the cake thing and then they danced with their
parents, all the traditional things. They even stuck around afterwards
to dance and talk to the guests. I guess she figured it was her only
wedding so why not enjoy it all while she could. After all, it wasn't
like they wouldn't have enough time for sex later. As the darkness set
in and the dancing and partying went on, I found myself feeling a little
melancholy. Seeing the girls dancing with their boyfriends, I was
missing my own boyfriend, Duane. Sure it was easy enough to get someone
to dance with me but it wasn’t nearly the same as it would’ve been if my
Duane was there.
The wine and liquor didn’t appeal to me so I stuck with my usual drink –
Diet Coke. After a few of them I needed to use the bathroom so I slipped
away and headed over to our house. Most of the activities were taking
place by the main house so I was expecting our place to be deserted and
at first glance, that’s exactly how things looked when I stepped inside.
Why is it that when you have to go really bad, the closer you get to the
bathroom the greater the urge to pee becomes? Well, in this case by the
time I got to the bathroom door it was all I could do to hold it back.
Desperate, I literally flung the poor door open as I started to pull down
my bikini bottoms at the same time when to my utter surprise, I was
greeted by gasp and then “What the... hey, shut the damn door!”
Oh my god, who should be sitting on the toilet but Wayne, the groom’s
father! Judging by his thinning silver hair and the age of his son, I’d
guessed before that he must have been around 50 years old or so. During
the week I’d seen him around a few times but never really talked to him,
not even once. OK, so he’d given me the mandatory once-over but then, so
did the rest of the guys so I didn’t think there was anything unusual
about it.
Now before you think of me as having an oversized ego, it wasn't like I
was the only girl being ogled all the time. Guys like him looked at ANY
girl so it wasn't like I felt special or anything, it was just a natural
male reaction. They did the same with all the girls and who could blame
them given our typical state of dress – or should I say “undress”.
Now had I simply stepped in while he was peeing or washing up afterwards,
that would have been one thing. What made it really awkward in this case
was I saw him holding his dick in hand. Even though he quickly pushed it
out of sight, his stiff erection was impossible NOT to notice and then he
started stammering and blushing. Oh my god, he’d been masturbating!
Instantly a classic scene from Fast Times at Ridgemont High came to mind
but I managed to control myself and didn't laugh or say anything to
further embarrass the guy.
“Oops, I’m SO sorry, I just needed to use the restroom,” I said, backing
out of the room quickly, trying not to stare at his crotch, not to
mention his erect dick that was proving to be hard for him to hide from
sight.
Before he could answer, I shut the door behind me and headed upstairs to
the other bathroom by my bedroom where I barely made it without peeing
all over the floor. If there is one thing I know for sure, “water
sports” are NOT my thing, at least when it comes to sex.
What a relief – the feeling was almost as good as sex as I released the
pent-up contents of my bladder! After washing my hands thoroughly, I
headed back down the stairs to return to the party. Well, who should be
coming out of the other bathroom at the same time but none other than
Wayne, a sheepish grin appearing on his face when he saw me approaching.
“Ummmmm, sorry, I didn’t think anybody would be around and so I guess I
must have forgotten to lock the door,” he started to explain but I just
smiled and waved him off.
“Hey, it’s OK. After all, everybody does it.”
I was trying to be nice but he seemed all the more embarrassed with my
reference to him jerking off earlier. Then he started looking at me a
little more closely and I wondered if he’d managed to still finish
himself off while I was in the upstairs bathroom. Maybe he had to quit
due to the embarrassment of being caught by someone like me and now he
was all hard and horny. I’d like to say there was something in his eyes
that told me it was the latter case but actually it was pretty obvious
given his erection was pushing out his shorts. Unlike Brenda’s dad,
Wayne had agreed to wear Bermuda shorts which did little in this
situation to contain his stiff dick. It was just too much and I couldn’t
help but giggle and nod towards his crotch.
“You’re not going back to the reception like THAT, are you,?” I couldn’t
help by tease him a little. He glanced down and his face reddened
perceptibly.
“Well, you can’t blame a guy with all you girls running around half naked
and such,” he said in a rather defensive tone.
“Oh really? Hmmmmmm, so you like the way I look Wayne?” I said in a more
seductive tone this time. The kernel of a naughty idea was forming in my
mind and something told me it wouldn't be too hard to carry it through –
“hard” being the operative word.
“Well, I’d be lying if I said otherwise,” he admitted, shrugging his
shoulders as he tried to appear innocent but at the same time not taking
his eyes off of me. The room was pretty dark with just a couple of
candles so it was hard for him to see anything too clearly.
One of the things I get asked a LOT is how to initiate something sexual
with somebody, like a father wanting his daughters, a girl wanting
someone else’s husband, etc. My answer is almost always the same – just
go for it. Hey, if it’s not worth taking the risk then don't do it, it’s
that simple. It frustrates me when people just TALK about what they want
to do and then are afraid to actually DO anything. To all those people,
and you know who you are, all I have to say is I hope you really enjoy
masturbating because if you’re expecting someone else to initiate YOUR
fantasy, odds are it isn’t going to happen.
So it was in this case and the question I had to ask myself was, was it
worth it? If not, I could have easily let it drop after some innocent
flirting. A couple more risqué exchanges just for fun and then off to
the party we would go, never allowing ourselves to be alone together
again. Another option was to seize the initiative and make a play for
him.
One thing I knew from past experience was a given and that was that HE
would never be the one to start anything, no matter how hot and horny he
might be. Wayne was married, twice my age, and had far too much to lose
to come onto a girl and be rejected, possibly even having his
indiscretion exposed. I didn’t blame him. Sadly, there are far too many
cock teasing girls who make a game out of conning men into asking for
naughty things, only to turn them down as if it was some twisted form of
entertainment. Most men seem to know this and so who can blame them for
being a bit cautious, especially when you’re someone like Wayne?
Now if I were to say that I just flirted and let him go, like some sort
of catch and release program for men, would anyone have believed me? I’d
like to think I have established at least THAT much of a reputation that
people would know I would never turn such an opportunity. It was time to
fish or cut bait as they say. I slowly moved up close to Wayne and
planted my hand squarely on his crotch, feeling the bulge of his dick
underneath his shorts against my palm.
“Mmmmmmm, I can take care of this for you, you know that, don’t you
Wayne,” I whispered to him in a husky voice, rubbing his dick slowly
under my hand through his thin shorts.
He started to push my hand away but it was a feeble effort and I was able
to easily maintain my position on his crotch. He was just trying to
establish an alibi in case he got caught so he could say he tried to make
me stop but I forced him to do more. Like anyone was going to believe
THAT line of crap!
“You’re just teasing me, aren’t you, just like those other girls,” he
said, his voice a little higher as he squirmed under my touch.
Hmmmmmm, “other girls”? Now what, or should I say who, was he talking
about? Had Cathy and company been teasing the poor guy as well. Given
she was a die-hard lesbian, I knew it would have been just that – all
teasing, maybe even just to be mean. He didn’t say anything more and I
knew it was probably a sore subject for him so I let it drop even though
my curiosity was killing me
“Just so you know Wayne, when it comes to nice hard dicks, like this one,
I NEVER tease,” I said in the naughtiest voice I have.
To make my point, I reached behind me and undid my bikini top, lifting it
over my head allowing my bare boobs to be exposed to him. The candle
light seemed to make them look even bigger for some reason and his eyes
were locked onto them. I slowly took one of his hands and placed it on
one of them. At first he just left it there but then his inner impulses
took over and he began to squeeze it gently.
“See Wayne, I’m not a tease,” I whispered as I reached inside his shorts
and slipped my hand into his underwear in search of his stiff dick.
“Oh my god, what are you doing?” he asked, sighing as he enjoyed my hand
on him. At least, he certainly wasn't doing anything to make me stop.
“I’m going to suck your dick, what else did you think I was going to do?”
I came back at him, looking up into his face and grinning as my hand
gripped his stiff cock. Mmmmmmm, he felt so warm and thick in my hand.
I couldn’t wait to find out how he tasted.
“No... no, you can’t do this,” he started to protest in vain, as if
suddenly realizing what was happening. Yeah right! All they were just
words as his cock told me the truth – it felt stiffer than ever. True,
his more rational mind might be telling him that this was the wrong thing
him to be letting me do, but that part of his brain was swiftly losing
control as his little head began to dominate the big one.
“Oh yes I can,” I replied in a firm voice, “I can do anything I want and
you’ll let me.”
Sensing his weakness the way a shark homes in on the wounded fish, I was
more determined now than ever to go through with it. Letting go of his
dick, I pulled his shorts down and bent my knees to dip down to his
crotch with my face and I quickly took his exposed dick in my mouth
without any licking or further foreplay. No sense in giving him any
chance to back out. Not like he was going to anyway!
“Jesus Christ Almighty, what the hell are you doing to me?” he moaned,
standing there stiffly as I started to suck his dick with more fervor.
I knew he was mine when he pulled his shirt up and over his head, leaving
himself standing there nude with nothing on but his sandals. Dang, he
was really a weak man as it hadn’t taken much to convince him, that was
for sure. He must have been REALLY been horny after being interrupted
while he was masturbating. Well, who could blame him? What’s more
frustrating than to be close to cumming and then being interrupted for
one reason or another?
As I sucked his dick, which really wasn’t all that remarkable a specimen
but under the circumstances, still fairly erotic, I was thinking more
about where I wanted this to go than sucking his cock. It really was MY
decision as I was sure I could convince good ol’ boy Wayne here to do
about anything I asked him to now that I had his dick in my mouth! In a
way, it was really terribly unfair of me, like shooting fish in a
barrel. Pathetic men like Wayne are just SO easy to manipulate once you
get them in the right “position”.
Actually, that’s usually the hardest part - finding a way to be alone
with them where I can take control without being interrupted. Yep, put
me in a room with a horny older man and I don't care HOW married he is,
how “moral and ethical” he is, how religious he is, whatever. Before
it’s all said and done he will have fucked me IF that’s what I really
want. Heck, in this case it looked like Wayne wasn’t even going to be a
challenge. He had caved in so quickly that there wasn’t a shadow of
doubt in my mind that he was going to be fucking me tonight, even if he
didn’t know it yet.
From the way Wayne was groaning and his dick was jumping, I knew he
wasn’t going to last long so I slowed down a little. If there was one
thing I learned early on about fucking older guys, it’s that they are NOT
at all like the teenage boys I use to fuck who were like machine guns,
cumming time after time without hardly a rest in between. At 29, even my
Duane’s “machine gun” was now more like a pump shotgun, requiring a
little more “recovery” time than I secretly wished it took.
Sometimes I was left to masturbate while he took a break or even snoozed
a little to get his dick back in shape. If that’s the case for a guy
still under thirty, imagine when a guy gets to Wayne’s age how it must
be. It’s like an old-fashioned muzzle loader – one shot was all you were
going to get so make sure it counted! Well, if I let Wayne shoot it in
my mouth, which I was sure he was OK with, then there wouldn’t be any
left for my pussy, and that’s what I wanted!
Even so, I have to say I enjoyed sucking his dick if for no other reason
than I LOVE to suck cock. It’s always nice to know you’re pleasing a man
and from the way he was reacting, I had to wonder if his wife had ever
given him a blow job. Like, he kept groaning and carrying on about how
good it felt, how much he always wanted to have his dick sucked like
this, and so forth. When I grabbed his balls and softly caressed then,
and then put just the head in his mouth and licked the sensitive
underside of his head, I thought for a second I had gone too far and he
was going to cum. His precum was already seeping out and I knew if I
wasn't careful, he was going to be shooting it out a lot sooner than I
wanted. Seeing he was on the edge, I let him drop from my mouth and
stood up, grinning at him and licking my lips as if I’d just finished a
hearty meal.
“OK Wayne, so tell me, do you like the way I sucked your dick?” I asked
coyly, holding his warm wet cock in my hand but not stroking him for fear
I might set him off.
“For heaven’s sake YES,” he sighed, his eyes rolling back into his head,
“I just can’t believe this is happening.”
“Oh it’s happening alright,” I assured him, “and now it’s time for you to
fuck me, isn’t that right Wayne?”
His eye opened wide as saucers and his mouth dropped open almost
comically. I wasn’t sure if it was the shock of the unexpected offer or
that he was appalled at my suggestion.
“Oh no... I can’t do that... I can’t make love to you,” he protested
hoarsely, although once again it was pretty feeble. “Oh my god, my wife
would kill me if she ever found out I had sex with another woman!”
“So? Like who’s going to tell her?” I countered, gripping his dick a
little tighter in my hand as emphasis, “And besides, who said anything
about making love to me? I want you to FUCK me Wayne.”
Wayne looked torn, his face alternating between eager lust and then on
the verge of a panic attack. Yeah, he WANTED it alright, but he was just
afraid. No problem, I could deal with that. Easy.
I untied the wrap around me and tossed it over a nearby chair, followed
quickly by my bikini bottom leaving me naked in front of him. “What’s
the matter? Don’t I turn you on Wayne?” I asked him softly, in my best
little girl imitation.
“That’s not the point...,” he started to say before I interrupted him.
“So what IS the point, Wayne? C’mon, you can fuck me if you want... AND
YOU do want to, don’t you?” I encouraged him, letting him get as good a
view of my naked body as possible in the dim light. He wasn’t ready to
break yet but that was OK with me. In situations like this one, there
was a process to follow here and so far I would he was right on track,
maybe even a little ahead of “schedule”.
“You don't understand... I’ve never cheated on her – never. I’ve never
even had another girl suck my dick until just now. Kelly, you’re a
pretty girl and damn sexy and my God, you have no idea how much I WANT to
do this... but I just can’t, OK?” he said. It was like he was pleading
with me not to seduce him any further. Sort of like, “Save me before I
hurt myself.” Well, he was asking the wrong person.
I smiled but it was a nasty smile. He knew he was weak, that it wouldn't
take much to drive him over the edge, as already proven by letting me
give him a BJ. I couldn’t help but feel a little touched as he
practically begged me to let him stay faithful to his wife, to fight the
sinful urges threatening to overwhelm him and remain true to his wedding
vows. Maybe if I had any concern for him as a person, if I could think
of his needs ahead of mine, then I might have honored his request and
left things as they were. Regardless, it should go without saying that
nothing was going to stop me from finishing his blowjob (Give me a break,
I’m not THAT much of a saint).
Let’s be honest. I suppose I could have done all that except for one
thing – I cared more about me than him. Who really cares what he wants -
I wanted to be fucked and he had a hard cock available so why shouldn’t I
take advantage of the situation? Really, how bad could it be? It wasn't
like I was asking him to leave his wife to run away with me. You could
say I just wanted to rent his hard dick for a while, to let me ride it,
feel it inside of me, and then return it the same way I found it. Sure,
he would always have it on his conscience but at the same time, I was
willing to bet his masturbation sessions would be a lot hotter in the
future!
“Oh just shut up and sit down Wayne,” I ordered him gently.
There was a dining room chair next to him and he sat down in it, his hard
dick poking up out of his thick pubic hair like a missile ready for
launch. From the relieved look on his face, he must be taking this as a
sign I wasn't going to push him to fuck me anymore. Really, how dense
can a man be? (OK, stupid question, I know.) I smiled to myself as I
thought how surprised he was going to be in just a few seconds. With my
hand between my legs I tickled my clit just a bit, enough to make me
shiver with anticipation. Yeah, I was ready for him, my pussy was wet
and warm, ready for his dick!
Leaning over at him, my bare boobs on display in front of him, I
whispered into his ear saying, “Sorry Wayne, I need to be fucked and
you’re going to do me.”
“Oh God, please Kelly, no!” he protested again. It was an empty protest,
like he was saying what he felt he needed to say to assuage his
conscience more than anything else. Heck, he certainly wasn’t DOING
anything to stop me. If he REALLY didn't want to fuck me, he was more
than big enough such that all he had to do was stand up and push me away.
It wasn't like I was strong enough to rape him or anything. In the end,
there was only one way I was going to get fucked by him and that was if
he WANTED to fuck me, not just because I wanted to fuck him.
Straddling his legs as he sat on the chair, I grabbed his still stiff
dick in my hand and positioning it under my hungry pussy as I stood on my
toes to get over it. I rubbed the tip of his cock against my pussy,
getting it all wet and slippery and at the same time, rubbing my clit
with it. God I wanted to be fucked so bad! When I had left for the
house, I just had to pee and the thought of sex wasn’t on my “to do”
list. Now, it was all I could think about! Maybe it was because I was
so anxious, but for whatever reason I seemed to just fumble around with
it but finally his dick was positioned right under my waiting pussy hole.
With a sigh of relief, I slowly lowered myself down until I could feel
the pressure of his cock against me as my pussy tried to prevent the
fleshy invader from making its way inside.
“Mmmmmmm, can you feel my wet pussy Wayne?” I teased him softly,
whispering into his ear, “Can you feel your wonderful dick against my
young pussy. You want it in me, don’t you Wayne. Tell me you want to
feel yourself deep inside of me.”
“Oh god, please don't do this to me, PLEASE stop Kelly,” he groaned.
I looked at his face and was astonished to see tears starting to flow
from his eyes. Wow, maybe he really did want to stay faithful to his
wife! Too bad. Someone should have sent the memo to his penis as it was
clearly operating on a totally different wavelength. His dick was as
stiff as a steel rod as I felt the mushroom head begin to penetrate me,
forcing my pussy to open and accept him inside.
“Tell me you want it Wayne,” I kept insisting, “Tell me you want your
dick inside of my pussy... TELL ME!”
It wasn’t just dirty talk, I really DID want him to tell me. Even as
horny as I was, I couldn’t just sit on his dick and cram it into me while
the guy sat there crying and begging me to stop! It was one thing to
tempt a man until he caved and betrayed his wife willingly, it was
another to literally rape him, even if it was just mentally. Was it fair
of me to turn his own sexual lust and desires against him, maneuvering
him to do something he knew he shouldn’t but couldn’t stop himself? It
was almost like I was tempting an alcoholic with a drink. Was it really
a victory if he took it but protested the whole time he didn’t want it?
Damn, it was SO frustrating! Here I was, poised over his cock with maybe
a third of the head inside of me, and he was still somehow managing to
hold out. Give the guy credit – he was putting up more resistance than
virtually any other man I knew – my dad probably being the only
exception. Just as I was about to stand up and give up, about to
surrender for the first time ever, he cracked. It was like the damn
burst and everything that was holding him back was overwhelmed by the
flood of lust he had been holding back.
“Oh the hell with it, YES, I want to fuck you, god help me but I do,” he
said, the tears now flooding from his eyes as he confessed to his true
desires.
YES! I knew it, I knew he really wanted to fuck me and it was just his
principles that stood in the way. If there was one thing that was the
easiest to overcome in a man, it was his so-called principles. It may
have taken longer than with most men, but in the end when faced with a
choice between maintaining his wedding vows after all these years and a
few moment of pleasure with a fantasy girl, it wasn't much of a surprise
what he chose. After all, he was a man so what can you expect?
Quickly, before he recovered and changed his mind, I let my full weight
bear down on his cock and it easily slide up inside my wet pussy until I
was sitting with my full weight on his lap, my feet all but off the floor
with just enough to keep my balance. My entire body was driving his now
adulterous dick as deep into me as I could possibly take it. It was so
wonderful as I felt this tremendous sensation of being filled inside,
like I was now complete after a missing part had been restored. What can
I say other than I LOVE having a dick in me, it’s like it completes me,
makes me whole. It’s the most wonderful feeling in the world!
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it Wayne,” I moaned softly as I wiggled
my butt around his shaft, “Tell me this is what you wanted.”
“God forgive me but yes, I wanted this from the first time I saw you.
I’ve been wanting your pussy so bad but I never dreamed for a second that
I could ever actually have it,” he said in a husky low voice as his dick
literally throbbed inside of me.
For the moment, he was just sitting there, letting his wife- cheating
dick just stay inside of my pussy, the only movement being created by me
as I worked my way around his dick. I tightened my stomach and squeezed
down on his cock, gripping it as I stood up and pulled upward on him
before releasing him and letting his dick slide partially out of me. I
repeated it again, gripping him, pulling him up and then letting him drop
out of me. I was about to do it a third time when he put his hands on my
hips and held me still.
“Damn girl, where did you learn to do THAT little stunt?” he groaned,
“God, I can’t believe how fucking tight your pussy is. Shit, I haven’t
felt anything that tight for a LONG time!”
Yes, I smiled. Little did he realize that he was the second guy in as
many days to compliment me on how tight my pussy was. If he only knew
how many dicks had actually been in my pussy during the past nine years,
he might be even more impressed.
“Just sit there and let me ride you,” I instructed him.
I grabbed his shoulders for balance and started to rock on his dick,
letting the motion naturally draw him in and out of me as I rocked my
pussy on his crotch. He wasn't nearly as big as Brenda’s brother David
had been the night before, but hey, sometimes a dick is a dick and I was
just happy to have one inside of me at the moment. He grabbed my ass in
his hands, cupping each cheek in one hand and squeezing them, lifting me
up and down to assist me as I fucked his dick.
“That’s it Wayne, fuck me,” I encouraged him, “Tell me how much better it
is to fuck me than your wife.”
It was beautiful to watch a man totally surrender himself to me. Wayne
was not just over the edge, he had crashed and burned. Any pretense of
wanting to be faithful to his wife had evaporated like alcohol on a hot
plate. His vaunted principles had deserted him, his ethics and morality
nonexistent for the time being. Wayne wanted ME, not his wife. He
wanted to fuck ME right now, not his wife. It made me feel incredible
sexy as he started to hump himself under me, his lust and desires
surfacing. It was rather symbolic in that as he drove his wooden dick
into me, it was if he was driving a wood stake into the heart of his
wedding vows.
“God your pussy is so much better than hers, you are so much better than
she is,” he gasped, barely able to breathe, let alone talk. “She never
fucked me like this, never rode my dick like this, never acted like a
slut for me like you are.”
Now THAT was what I call the ultimate compliment. What better thing can
a man say to a woman than to tell her that she is better sexually than
the women he married, the same woman he vowed to be faithful to for the
rest of his life? Imagine how sexy you have to be to make a man throw
away everything he has worked for more than twenty five years, just to
have a few moments with me.
It was SO erotic that it was enough to make me cum, that’s all I know.
Between his wife-cheating dick inside of me and the incredibly nasty
things he was telling me about how I compared to his wife, I was so
turned on I simply HAD to cum. I moaned loudly as I felt my pussy
release, my cum gushing out around his cock. I plopped down on his cock
and just allowed the waves of pleasure to pass through me as I sat there
impaled on him like a corn dog on a stick at the fair.
Wayne wasn't moving either, apparently mesmerized at the sight, sound and
feel of this sensual girl sitting on his lap as she orgasmed. Later,
when I thought back on it, I realized he had probably never felt anything
like this before as I doubted his wife ever fucked him like this. For
several minutes the two of us just sat there, not moving a muscle as my
pussy contracted on his dick and he closed his eyes and enjoyed it.
As much as I love having an orgasm at any time, there’s something about
cumming with a dick inside of me that just makes it all the better.
Finally I opened my eyes and sighed softly, “Oh god Wayne, that felt
wonderful. You made me cum SO good.”
It was sort of funny in a way, like he was some teenage kid again and
didn’t know quite what to say or do. That was fine with me, I didn’t
need the guy to lead, just provide the hard cock. I lifted myself off
his cock, feeling him withdraw and then flop out of me. Moving over to
the table, I leaned forward onto it and used one hand to reach under me
and pushed a couple of fingers up into my pussy for him to see.
“C’mon Wayne, don’t you want to fuck me some more?” I said sweetly,
licking my lips slowly.
The look of sheer lust and decadence on his face was almost comical. At
this point I think I could have asked him to jump off the roof and he
would’ve done it. It was like he was in a daze, almost hypnotized as he
stood up and stepped in behind me.
“That’s it Wayne... enter me from behind,” I instructed him, pulling my
fingers out and using them now to spread my pussy open for him.
Imagine how my pussy must have looked to him, all wet and open from
having just been fucked. I couldn’t help but squirm a little bit myself
as I waited impatiently for him to get his act together. “Hurry up,
Wayne, I want you to fuck me again,” I pushed him.
My slutty efforts were rewarded by the incredible feeling of his hard
cock once again pressing against up my pussy. This time, however, being
as wet as I was from being just fucked he slipped easily into me and I
soon felt the tickling sensation of his coarse pubic hair against my bare
ass as he rammed himself into me as far as he could. Mmmmmmm, it felt so
good to have a dick in me again, even if it had just been a minute or so
since he was last in me! Wayne immediately started to stroke his dick in
and out of me as I toyed with my clit with my free hand while trying to
keep my balance with the other. It wasn't going to take much to make me
cum again and I figured Wayne had to be pretty close himself.
“Oh god, oh god...oh my god!” I heard him groaning hoarsely as he buried
himself yet again inside of me and this time held himself in me.
Wayne’s crotch slammed into me over and over as he expelled his
adulterous cum into my eagerly waiting pussy. This is what I wanted, to
feel him cumming in me, the ultimate act of betrayal against his wife and
the decisive act of sensuality for me.
“Oh yeah... that’s it... give it to me,” I begged him, as if I needed to
say anything more to encourage him. “Cum in me Wayne, fill me with your
sperm... give it all to me.”
Wayne quickly finished and as he did, he gave a final thrust into me and
then immediately pulled out, so quickly that he almost lost his balance.
For a scary moment I thought he was going to fall down and hurt himself
but he managed to back into the chair again and sit down, panting rapidly
as if he’d just finished running a marathon.
Smiling broadly with my victory in hand (or should I say “pussy”), I
turned to face him, leaning back against the table so he could see my
freshly fucked pussy all the better. Reaching down, I tightened my
stomach and forced his cum out of me, capturing some of his cum with my
hand as it dripped from my pussy. Then I put my cum covered fingers into
my mouth, sucking and licking his salty cum off of them while all the
time locking my eyes with his and smiling as nasty of a grin as I could
muster at him. It wasn't hard to look pleased as damn, my pussy felt so
good!
Suddenly it was like the hypnotist had snapped his fingers and Wayne’s
eyes lit up and his expression totally changed. Without a word he just
stood up and quickly gathered his clothes. Wayne started dressing
hurriedly, muttering something to himself. It was hard to make out
exactly what he was saying but he was clearly upset, to put it mildly. I
moved up closer to him, still naked while he was pulling up his shorts.
“That felt so good, thank you for fucking me Wayne, you were wonderful,”
I complimented him, as if he was the one responsible. Wayne looked at me
with the saddest eyes and once again I thought he was going to cry but
instead he seemed more angry than sad. It wasn't sadness in his eyes, it
was hate.
“You fucking slut... I hope you’re happy now,” he said slowly, bitterly
spitting out each word. “I'll never be able to look my wife in the eyes
the same again – and it’s all because of you.”
Huh? As I remembered things, HE was the one who wanted to fuck me so why
put all the blame on me, as if there was something to be blamed for in
the first place. I reached for him but he pushed me away. Looking hurt
(and I was, a little at least), I responded by saying, “Oh Wayne, you
know better than that. You seemed to be enjoying it pretty much yourself
there as I recall.”
“You... fucking... bitch,” he muttered, more to himself than me but I
could hear him clearly.
Then Wayne looked at me again as he finished dressing and was about to
leave. “You’re really sick, you know. Does this kind of stuff get you
off? Does it somehow turn you on to seduce older guys until they can’t
help themselves and then take advantage of them? What kind of perverted
slut are you, anyway?”
It was too much of a temptation, no way was I going to let this
opportunity slip away. As much as I loved being fucked by married guys
like Wayne, I also despise them for being so weak and for betraying their
wives. I wondered if he knew that in supposedly berating me and
condemning me, that he was actually turning me on more than anything else
he might have said? Now I just had to tell him.
“Yeah, it DOES get me off Wayne. And do you know what else gets me off?”
I asked him. He just shook his head so I continued, “I know that tonight
when you are in bed with your wife, you’ll be thinking of me, no matter
how hard you try not to. I know the next time you try to have sex with
her, you’ll remember how good my pussy felt and how much better you
enjoyed fucking me. Yeah Wayne, that gets me off... it gets me off a
LOT.”
He looked at me like I was some sort of abomination, the feelings if
disgust like bile in his throat were being clearly expressed. His last
words as he left the house were, “I just hope someday you get what you
deserve... bitch!”
After he had left, I just stood there and smiled to myself. Wow, that
was about as incredible as I could have ever hoped for! Now I felt so
horny and hot after listening to him tell me what a bitch I was for
“making” him fuck me. Yeah right, like he didn't enjoy it. I knew all
that bluster at the end was just to soothe his conscience. Without a
doubt he would be masturbating again soon, and this time I knew what he
would be thinking about – fucking me!
I washed myself off and got dressed again to rejoin the party. That
night the bed was so empty without Brenda in it. I could only imagine
what was going on between her and Gary right now! As I laid there with
my fingertip lightly caressing my clit, my thoughts drifted to Wayne.
Was he in bed with his wife now? Was he feeling guilty about what he had
done with me? Odds were he wasn’t, even if he was trying to convince
himself that he was. Yes, he had loved fucking me just as much as I
enjoyed him fucking me. Too bad they weren't sleeping in the house
instead of Brenda’s parents. Who knows, maybe I could have had an encore
performance from him!
I never did see Wayne again. He made a point of keeping away from the
guest house the final morning of my rip. Was it because he was afraid he
might be tempted again or was he really upset that he had fucked me? Did
it matter? I got what I wanted.
Chapter 6 - June 8, The Best Man
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I woke up alone in bed, momentarily disoriented. This wasn't my room!
Where was I? Heck, what DAY was it? Then my thoughts began to get
sorted out and I remembered I wasn't in Pittsburgh, I was in Florida!
Last night my old roomie had gotten married and afterwards I’d fucked her
dad. Yeah, it was all coming back to me now. What a wedding – and
reception.
As I laid there getting my act together, I couldn’t help but wonder where
the week had gone? It seemed impossible that my trip was about to come
to an end already when it barely seemed to have started. What a week it
had been! Would I ever get to snorkel again? Doing it bottomless was an
bonus, giving me a bit more to remember it by. The Everglades had been
spectacular and the airboat ride had been a thrill of a lifetime! Even
without fun we had with the bachelorette party, it was well worth the
trip just to see the scenery and wildlife. To be up close and personal
with creatures I’d never seen outside a zoo before was more than I had
ever imagined doing this past week.
After several days of nothing but girl-girl sex, I had been hungry (well,
more like starving) for some real cock and look who stepped up to the
plate but none other than the bride’s married brother! Of course, it
wasn't our first time but the circumstances certainly were unique and
made it memorable. Finally, there had been the wedding yesterday and
then the reception afterwards. Really, who would have guessed at the
beginning of the week that the groom’s father would fuck me during the
reception? Not me, that’s for sure.
My plane was scheduled to departure until the middle of the afternoon so
there wasn't a huge rush to get going so I just laid there in bed,
sprawled out naked as I continued to recall all of the events of the past
week. As I got horny I started to think of my boyfriend back home. Wow,
what would Duane say if he knew what all I’d done this past week? For
that matter, what had HE been doing. We had talked on the phone numerous
times, but neither of us had told the other anything about what we had
been doing sexually, if anything. It wasn't like we were exclusive or
engaged but at the same time, I felt we were a little closer than just
your typical boyfriend-girlfriend arrangement. Duane was well aware of
the majority of my “experiences” growing up except, of course, those that
dealt with incest, so it wasn't like he would have been all that
surprised about the things I’d done.
The same went for Duane’s sexual history. I knew he certainly wasn’t any
virgin when we met. Heck, the first time we ever saw each other was at a
BJ party several years earlier. For that matter, he’d fucked my cousin a
while back and even did her mom at the time. For him to call me a slut
would certainly have been the kettle calling the pot black.
The more I dreamed of Duane, the hornier I got. He was suppose to pick
me up at the airport this evening and I wondered how far we would get
before I had his incredible cock out and sucking on it. Could he wait
until we got back to my place or would he pull over and fuck me on the
way? Both scenarios had their advantages and disadvantages and I would
be perfectly happy with either one. The more I dreamed of sucking his
dick in the car, the more my pussy was tingling and my fingers started to
move harder and faster around my clit.
God I was SO horny for his cock! Getting fucked by David, Brenda’s older
married brother, on someone’s boat had been exciting, and having the
groom’s father commit adultery with me for the first time was another
notch on my “belt”, but neither of those could satisfy me the way sex
with Duane did. David and Wayne were just about having fun, enjoying the
physical side of it as well as the naughty element each brought with
them. With Duane, it was developing into much more than just sex.
God I wanted Duane’s dick in me right then! I threw off the sheet that
had been covering me and thrust my middle finger deep inside of me,
sighing as I imagined my finger was Duane’s much better endowed cock. Oh
yeah, fuck me Duane! I continued to masturbate, driving myself to a
couple of orgasms as I dreamed of all the ways I wanted Duane to fuck me
when I finally got him tonight. I was laying there still, my hand
cupping my soaking wet pussy after yet another orgasm when there was a
light knocking on the bedroom door.
“Are you awake Kelly?” I heard Brenda’s mom calling through the door,
“Breakfast will be ready soon if you want any.”
Oh yeah, once again I had to remember I was in Florida with things to do.
I managed to roll out of bed, my pussy throbbing after what had turned
into just over an hour of solid masturbation. Suddenly, I REALLY had to
go to the bathroom so after a long pee I showered and threw on a robe,
leaving my hair wet as I headed down barefoot to the kitchen and dining
room.
As I took a seat at the table, memories of the previous night flooded my
mind. Hmmm, which chair had Wayne been in when I was sitting on his
cock? Was it my imagination or was there some dried cum still on the
floor from where it had drained out of me after he’d cum in me?
The table was pretty packed with Brenda’s parents and her brother David
at one end, and the rest of us girls at the other. I was the only one
leaving today, the rest of them either flying back late in the week or
driving home. As we ate, we talked about the wedding and how wonderful
it had been. Someone had already printed off some photos from the
ceremony which we passed around. I will say one thing, we had made the
hottest bridal party I’ve ever seen at a wedding!
“So Kelly, what time is your flight again today?” Doreen asked. I told
her it was just after 3:00 and she did some calculation in her head.
“Hmm, guess you’ll be heading out soon then, right?”
It would take a couple of hours to get back to the airport and I figured
I should be there a couple of hours before the flight to be safe. It was
already past 9:00 AM so yeah, I guess I DID have to get going soon. It
then occurred to me we hadn't really discussed how I would get back.
When I arrived, Brenda had picked me but she was off gallivanting around
with her new husband. I looked at the girls but they weren't much help.
Doreen explained she had promised them all a tour of the dolphin rescue
center and there wasn't time to do that and run me to the airport.
“Paul, can you drive Kelly to the airport.” Brenda’s mom asked.
Paul was Gary’s brother and had been the best man at the wedding.
Although he was single, he hadn’t shown the slightest bit of interest in
any of us girls other than an occasional glance, no different than most
of the other guys. About all I knew of him was that he was a couple of
years older than Gary which would have made him around 28. In my
opinion, he was the better looking of the two brothers but of course, I
had NEVER mentioned that observation to Brenda!
“Whatever, so long as I get back for this evening,” he said, not sounding
exactly thrilled over the idea of shuttling me around.
Apparently he had made plans to go out fishing with some guy in the
evening so as long as my needs didn’t interfere with that, he was OK with
it. As he turned to walk out, he looked at his dad and then back at me
again. There was something in his expression I couldn’t quite make out.
Oh well, maybe I would find out on the ride to the airport.
I thanked him and once breakfast was over, I said my goodbyes to the
girls. They had all been really sweet to me and I had to wonder why I
hadn’t thought of sleeping at their hotel with them last night instead of
spending it alone. Sometimes I have to wonder whether my head is screwed
on straight! Odds were I wouldn't have been masturbating alone this
morning, THAT was for sure.
Back in my room, I quickly got dressed and started packing up my things.
One nice feature about Florida, you don't have to worry about pack a lot
of bulky clothes! As I was zipping up my suitcase, the door opened and
in walked David. He closed the door behind him and my spidey sense went
right off the scale.
“Good morning my little slut. It’s too bad you can’t stay another day or
two,” he said conversationally, “We could have had some more fun
together, you know?”
Yeah, like he had to spell THAT out for me. I knew what kind of fun
David was looking for. Actually, he should’ve been happy to do me the
one time. My “policy” is to never fuck a married guy twice but in
David's case, it was special because he was my roomie’s brother and I was
responsible for getting them together the first time. I had “forgotten”
to mention that little detail to Wayne the previous night when he talked
about me wanting to get him to fuck me again but then, who cares?
“I think you need to go home and be with your wife instead of fucking
your sister and her friends,” I teased him. I knew how he felt about the
bitch he lived with!
“Yeah right,” he joked back, understanding that I was just teasing him.
He moved up to me and put his arms around me, his hands immediately
starting to grope my crotch and boobs. I pushed him away gently but
firmly.
“Sorry David, but I really DO need to get going. I can’t miss my flight
you know.”
“So are you gonna join the Mile High Club; or are you already a card-
carrying member?” he teased back.
I just gave him a sour look and motioned for him to leave. Since he
wasn't going to be fucking me, I didn’t need to waste time with his crap.
Soon I was packed. It was actually just a single suitcase and my purse
so I was able to carry it downstairs on my own. The girls had left for
Marathon Key so it was just me and Brenda’s family. They had always been
so nice to me over the years while Brenda and I were at college. Of
course her mom and dad didn’t have a clue about ALL of the things we did,
but that was probably for the best anyway.
I hugged her mom and said goodbye to her dad and brother. Paul was
waiting for me by his car. He was on his phone and distracted but when I
came up to him he hung up and was pleasant enough. Actually, from what
I’d seen all week he was a pretty nice guy. He had helped a lot with the
wedding preparations and although the guys were pretty mum about it, from
what little I’d heard he had thrown quite the bachelor party for his
little brother.
The trip back towards the airport was rather uneventful at the start.
During the course of the week I’d made the journey from the Miami area to
the Keys a couple of times now so it wasn’t all new anymore. Even so, I
was still fascinated to see everything and as it turned out, Paul was
quite a tour guide, telling me about the history of the area and what
things were as we passed them. Along the way, I couldn’t help but notice
he looked pretty good in his denim shorts and tank top. It wasn't like
his shorts were anything like mine as guys don't wear theirs high enough
to reveal their ass but they still were tight enough to show me he kept
in good shape and obviously spent a lot of time outside judging from his
tan.
Although Paul was pleasant enough to me, there was also something
distant, even cold about the way he reacted to me. It was like he was
being nice because he was suppose to be nice, not because he wanted to
be. The more I watched and tried to figure it out, the more it seemed as
if there was something about me he didn’t like but he didn’t want to say
anything, probably because he knew in a short time I would be gone so
what would be the point. Even so, it bugged me and the irritation in me
grew with each mile and each bland comment he made. Well, I’ve never
been very good at keeping things inside of me and finally I just HAD to
ask.
“That’s nice Paul and I appreciate it, but do you mind telling me what’s
going on?”
Paul stopped his latest guide book tale of the history of the town we had
just passed through and looked at me as if he had no idea what I was
talking about. “Excuse me? What do you mean by that?” he asked
innocently but I wasn't buying it. Not for a second.
“Like, did I do something wrong or what? It’s just I get this feeling
you don't like me.”
“It’s nothing to worry about, you’re OK.”
Paul started in again on his tour guide routine, as if trying to deflect
anything else along that topic but I wasn't going to let it go at that.
From his last comment it seemed there was SOMETHING bugging him but for
whatever reason he wasn't going to tell me.
“C’mon Paul... what’s the story?”
This time he seemed to get the picture that I wasn't going to let the
matter drop. The artificial smile dropped and he looked at me with a
more stern expression this time. My heart started to race a bit and I
had to wonder if maybe this was a box of worms I should’ve left closed.
“What’s with it with girls like you anyway?” he griped. I looked at him,
not knowing how to respond. What the heck was THIS all about anyway?
“I mean, just because you were lucky enough to be born with a hot body,
why do you have to be a slut? Why do you have to treat men like shit?”
Wow, now I was really confused. Paul and I had barely exchanged a word
all week so where was all the hostility coming from. Had someone else
done something to him this week and he was taking it out on me?
“I don't understand...,” I started to say but he cut me off.
“Do you have any idea what you did to my father last night? Do you even
care? Was he just some toy for you to play with and then discard when
you got tired of it? Have you even thought about him today and how he
might be feeling after last night?”
The words jumped out of him in tight, staccato bursts, like a machine gun
on full automatic aimed straight at my conscience. Damn, talk about
coming at you out of the blue! How the hell did he even KNOW about last
night? I’d figured there was no way his dad would ever confess to anyone
what he had done to me, let alone to his son. Paul must have sensed my
confusion.
“Just so you know, he wasn't going to tell anyone. I found him crying on
the deck early this morning when he thought he was alone and that’s when
he broke down and told me what you did to him.”
“What I did to HIM?” I responded incredulously, “It’s not like someone
had a gun to his head forcing him to fuck me you know.”
“Well, maybe not physically but you know damn well you may as well have.
My dad’s a decent and loving man but not exactly the strongest in the
world when it comes to avoiding temptation. I know him and he would
never have cheated on my mother unless someone forced him to do it.”
I felt my face redden, not from embarrassment but from frustration and
anger. “Oh give me break Paul! OK, so I opened the door but he’s the
one who walked through it, you have to admit THAT.”
“Let’s just quit the games bitch, you know exactly what you did and why
you did it. You’re just a fucking whore who gets her kicks out of
coercing men to do her bidding.”
Well, the “whore” part wasn't exactly to my liking but I had to admit, he
WAS right about when it came to coercing men. At the same time, so what?
It was just a game for me and in the end, if we both enjoyed having sex
what was so bad about it? I was willing to bet far more men went home
and masturbated about being with me than regretted it. Now that Paul had
started, he wasn’t about to quit until he’d cleared his chest.
“I just hope someday YOU find out what it’s like to have some little
young whore seduce YOUR husband. Maybe it won’t be so funny to you then
when it’s your husband that’s being taken advantage of.”
Well, enough was enough and I was getting a little pissed at him and his
high morals. Who was he to tell me what was right and wrong? I didn’t
do a thing to force his father to do anything he didn't want to so enough
of this blame game and rationalizations. God, next thing he would be
trotting out the “devil made me do it” excuse. It was time to stand up
for myself.
“You know... fuck you Paul. I’m not ashamed of anything I’ve done, least
of all with your father.
He wanted me Paul, yes... he WANTED to fuck me. When he came inside of
me, he wasn't thinking of your mother Paul, he was thinking of how good
his dick felt inside of ME. That’s what bugs you, doesn’t it Paul. You
don’t really give a damn that he fucked me, it’s that he ENJOYED it,
isn’t it? Did he tell you how he told me I was a better fuck than your
mother had ever been? Did he tell you how much better my pussy felt than
hers? Yeah Paul, he told me ALL those things and a lot more. So fuck
you!”
After my little speech, we both just sat there steaming, each of us too
mad and upset to say anything else. The airport was only 30-45 minutes
away but I had a feeling it was going to feel like an eternity. What
happened next was totally unexpected. Paul suddenly veered off onto an
exit ramp, zoomed through the automatic toll gate and turned down a side
street. Where the hell was he going? That was when a feeling of panic
hit me. Was he going to dump me off in some bad neighborhood? There
were more than a few areas around Miami that weren't all that safe for a
white twenty-something girl to be on her own on the street. Oh my God,
this could get to be a serious situation - fast!
“Ummmmm, Paul... where are we going?” I asked timidly, all signs of my
earlier bluster gone. There was a time and place to be a bitch, this
wasn't one of them.
“Just shut the fuck up whore,” was all he said in response. His face was
burning red and I could see the veins in his neck sticking out. God he
looked seriously pissed off. Had I pushed a little TOO far this time?
He seemed to know the area somehow as he twisted and turned through
several stop signs and stoplights. Then he turned into what looked to be
some sort of warehouse or storage complex. I couldn’t read the rusted
sign outside the broken gate but there was junk and litter piled everyone
– and not a soul in sight. My cell phone was buried at the bottom of my
purse so I figured if it came down to it, I could make a run for it and
then try to call someone. Only one small problem with that plan – who
would I call?! Paul went around back of an old abandoned building, the
doors broken from their hinges and pulled the car inside. It was dim
inside, the only light coming in from the door and the broken skylights
way up high in the ceiling. Paul stopped the car and then turned in his
seat to face me.
“You know, I was thinking and I wonder how you would feel if someone took
advantage of you the way you took advantage of my dad last night.”
Uh-oh, I didn’t like the direction this was going. “Ummmmm, Paul... my
plane leave in a few hours. Why not just take me to the airport. You’ll
never see me again and we can both just forget all this ever happened,
ok?”
Paul just huffed with a disgusted expression on his face. “Yeah right.
And then whose gonna to tell my dad that it all never happened? How can
he ever feel right again? Who’s gonna pay for what you did to him?”
“Now Paul, nobody has to ‘pay’ for anything. What’s done is done and
life goes on.”
“Fuck that!” Paul practically spat out the words. “I think somebody
needs to show you what it’s like to be forced to do something you don’t
want to. Yeah... that’s right, you need someone to do to you what you
did to him last night, make him have sex against his wishes.”
“But that’s not fair! Your dad wanted it and...,” I tried to defend
myself but Paul cut me off in mid-sentence.
“Just cut that crap, I’m tired of listening to it. For all practical
purposes, you raped my father.”
Paul paused for a moment, letting the impact of what he was about to say
build. He looked at me with a grin, but it was like the grin of a demon.
“Yeah, you know what’s going down, don't ya bitch. I’m going to rape
you... and I’m going to enjoy every minute of it, just like you enjoyed
raping my dad.”
For a moment I wanted to laugh at him but I quickly fought back the urge.
Heck, an hour ago I was dreaming of him fucking me so how could he
possible think he was going to somehow rape me? Hell, I had WANTED him
to fuck me the stupid jerk!
Then I began to understand things a little better. In a way, I guess you
could say it was indeed like me with his father. Sure his father desired
me, but only as a female with a tight pussy and he would have never done
it if I hadn't pushed the issue. Right now, I desired Paul but only as
an object, a male with a hard dick. My thoughts until a few moments ago
had been focused on getting to the airport and flying home to my
boyfriend, not fucking Paul. Now, after all that had gone on between us,
the last thing on my mind was fucking Paul. However, he seemed to have
other plans. Paul got out of the car, leaving me alone as he walked
around to the passenger door. He pulled it open and reached inside,
grabbing my upper arm and practically pulling me from the car.
“Strip.”
I looked at him as if I hadn't heard him. Actually, I’d heard him
perfectly well but I was stalling, unsure of what he really wanted from
me.
“I said strip, dammit. Get those clothes off before I rip them off for
you.”
Meekly, I slid my shorts down and undid my blouse. I wasn’t wearing any
underwear but rather than turn him on the way it did most guys, somehow
it seemed to piss him off even more for some reason.
“Shit... no bra or panties, eh? That figures. God, you really ARE
nothing but a damn whore.”
OK, what could I say? Personally, I don't buy that going without
underwear makes you a prostitute, it simply feels better. Not to mention
it also can get you some nice looks from the guys – not to mention a few
girls as well.
Paul then undid his shorts and dropped them, along with his jockey
underwear, to the floor, stepping out of them to reveal his cock hanging
flaccid from his crotch. For whatever reason, the first thought that
went through my mind was it was the first dick I’d seen in Florida that
wasn’t already erect as soon as it was out in the open in front of me.
Despite the situation, my pussy tingled a little bit as I realized just
far it was hanging down. Damn, Paul was hung like a race horse! My eyes
couldn’t break away from his incredible dick, something he noticed as
well.
“Yeah, I see you’re nothing but a fucking dick-loving slut alright.
Doesn’t matter what the situation, put any ol’ dick in front of you and
you salivate like Pavlov’s dog,” Paul declared with a huff. “Shit, just
look at you... you’re practically drooling, aren't you bitch? You want
some of this dick, don’t you? You’re just dying to have it, I can tell.”
OK, so he was a jerk, a conceited one at that. The sad thing was, he was
right. God, his dick was incredible! Even with it just hanging there
limp he was larger than his dad had been when he was rock hard. Holy
smokes, I could only imagine how much it would grow when he became more
aroused. At the same time, it somewhat irritated me that he obviously
knew how glorious his dick was and it clearly made him feel good to know
I wanted it – badly.
“Come on bitch, just say no... just try saying with a straight face that
you don't want this dick and we’ll pack up and head to the airport and do
it just like you said before, just forget it all happened.”
He did something to make his cock twitch and I could actually feel my
pussy getting wetter as that monster dangled in front of me like a fat
worm on a hook in front of a hungry fish. Hell with the airport, I
wanted it. It was like the rest of the world just phased out as all I
could look at, all I could think about, was his incredible cock. I
started to reach out for it but he backed away, leaving my hand grasping
air.
“I knew it, you can’t resist it, can you? You can’t say no to a dick
like mine, can you? You want it.. hell, you NEED it. Beg for it slut,
beg for my dick.”
While I may not always be the sharpest knife in the drawer, it was
obvious what he was doing. Even so, but there nothing I could do to stop
him. It was like when I offered myself to his dad, teasing him with my
nude body and telling him he just had to ask for it and it was his.
Well, just as his dad couldn’t say no to me, I couldn’t say no to Paul’s
incredible dick either. His dad must have realized that he might never
have another opportunity to have sex with a girl like me again.
For me, it was a similar situation in that I had to wonder when I would
have another cock as huge as this one. God it looked incredible!
Despite my feelings for Paul, even though I despised him and thought of
him as nothing but a conceited asshole, I wanted his cock. In the
meantime, Paul was growing more and more impatient with me.
“Well, are you going to beg for it or not, slut?” he demanded. He
started to reach for his shorts as if he was going to rescind his offer.
Was he bluffing or serious? I wasn’t ready to risk it. No way was I
losing out on THIS opportunity! The more I thought about it, the more I
figured the hell with it. Really, so what if I had to beg a little for
it? As much as he might think he was humiliating me the way I had done
to his father, the difference was that I didn’t mind it and I also knew
that later on I wouldn’t regret it. Why Paul thought putting me in this
situation would leave me crushed the way his father had been was beyond
me. Was he that egotistical? Sure, I wasn't thrilled with Paul as a
person, but in the end who cared so long since all I was interested in
was located below his waist anyway? If I had to let Paul think he was
somehow exacting revenge on me for somehow being the driving force behind
his father’s indiscretions in order to get a dose of that cock, then so
be it. Yes sir, I could play this game ALL day...
“Please Paul... please let me suck your enormous dick... Oh God it’s so
big and I want it so bad!” I said, pretending to be overwhelmed by the
enormity of his member.
He seemed to be buying my little act. If he only knew how hard I was
fighting down the urge to burst out laughing at my silly little show I
was putting on for him. Paul held his dick in his hand and let it flop
like a large sausage right in front of me. From the looks of things, he
was starting to get a little turned on himself! He grinned, probably
thinking he had “won”.
“I bet you haven’t had a dick like mine before, have you slut?” he
bragged.
Well, I wasn’t about to tell him he was certainly big, but not the
biggest I’d ever seen. No point in bursting his bubble and besides, he
WAS most likely in the top 5 or better of all the dicks I’d ever had.
“Oh my god, it’s so big...I don't think I could EVER take it all,” I
exclaimed, acting if I was some virginal school girl seeing her first big
dick.
Paul was such as asshole with an ego even bigger than his dick that he
took it all, hook, line, and sinker. He stepped forward enough for me to
get my hand around him. Damn, even with it still mostly flaccid my
fingers barely wrapped around it! He could never wear any kind of tight
bathing suit without being arrested for indecent exposure – even WITH the
suit on!
Taking a deep breath, I leaned forward just enough to let me start
sucking the head of his dick. I had to open wide to take him in and to
be honest, for a moment I had serious reservations as to whether or not I
would be able to take him all. With all my experience, I sort of took it
as a given these days that no matter what a guy may be packing, I would
be able to take his entire dick in my mouth. It had been years since the
last time I had any significant problem with it. Well, today was going
to be a challenge, that was for sure.
“C’mon you whore, stop playing with it and take some more,” Paul growled
in a low deep voice.
He put his one hands behind my head and roughly pulled me into him,
driving his dick into my mouth, forcing me to take more and more of it.
As soft as he still was, it went in pretty easily and I was able to bury
my face in his crotch, his thick pubic hair pressing against my cheeks as
I took him in completely. Well, that was the easy part as it turned out.
“Play with my balls,” he commanded. They were hanging loose in their
sacks, large and hairy and feeling a little damp with sweat. Actually,
with the oppressive humidity and Florida heat his entire crotch had a
strong sweaty smell to it but that was OK with me.
I gently massaged his balls with one hand while I held his dick by the
base with the other, supporting it as I started seriously sucking on it.
He grew quickly and I could feel him pressing deeper and deeper into my
mouth as he did until finally I had to take him down my throat to get him
all in. At first he was barely able to reach down and my gag reflex
almost made me puke but I regained my composure and continued. He grew
even longer and now was fitting deep into my throat, deep enough to get
past my gag reflex and fit tight into my throat. My mouth actually hurt
a bit from having to stretch so far open to take him all in.
“Damn, you’re doing it,” he muttered, maybe more to himself than to me.
Clearly he was amazed that I was able to take all of him in mouth,
especially now that he was hard, or at least as hard as he was going to
get.
One thing I’ve learned over the years about erections is that the larger
the dick, the less rigid and upward pointing it becomes when the guy is
aroused. In this case, Paul’s cock was more like a firm sausage than a
piece of steel or wood but it was fine for me. Most of the time I just
took in the head or licked the shaft from top to bottom. Now and then I
would treat him to a full deep throat and then go back to “normal”
cocksucking techniques.
As I sucked his dick, marveling at the size of it while at the same time
trying to keep my mouth open wide enough so as not to bite him or let my
teeth cut into him as he stroked it in and out of me. It was sort of
like being at my dentist when she says to open wide and it seems like
eternity before you can close your mouth again. That same soreness in
the jaws was how my mouth felt now after sucking Paul’s wonderful dick.
It got to the point where I was about to be forced to take a break and
let my mouth relax for a few moments but Paul saved me, probably
unknowingly but saved me all the same.
“I bet your whore cunt wants my dick now, doesn’t it,” he bragged to me,
“You must be all wet now thinking about having my giant cock drilled up
in that slutty cunt of yours.”
Actually, he was right, at least for the most part. I DID want him in me
but yet I knew he was just taunting me. The idea of all this, at least
from his perspective, seemed to be to teach me some sort of “lesson”.
For me to suddenly go along with the idea of him fucking me would have
been unrealistic, at least under these circumstances. I didn't want him
to know that I was playing along with him, that I was really the one in
control of things and not him.
“Oh Paul, please just let me suck it, it’s too big to fit in my little
pussy,” I pretended to plead to him.
Of course, he would have nothing of that (thank God!). Oh well, little
did he know my pussy had seen bigger although it HAD been quite a while
since anything the size of him had been in me. I knew he would fit and I
couldn’t wait to try him on for size!
“Oh no... you’re not getting off THAT easy, bitch. You’re gonna find out
how it feels to have a ten inch dick in your cunt.”
Just as a note to guys who are fascinated with their own dicks and are
proud of them. Yes, while size DOES matter, for me it is more important
how thick a dick is than how long it is. The fatter the dick, the more
it stretches me out and the more sensitive my pussy seems to become. The
only thing length does it let a guy play a longer “note” in me. What I
mean by that is I try to tell people that fucking me is like playing a
violin where his dick is the bow and my nerve endings at the entrance to
my pussy are the strings.
It feels so wonderful when a guy strokes his hard dick in and out of me.
Just as running a bow over the strings provides a pleasing sound, so a
dick rubbing over my sensitive nerve endings provides intense pleasure.
A longer bow allows for a longer note without a break. So it is with a
long cock; it allows the man to play a longer “note” within my pussy. Of
course, that only applies if he is fucking me slow and deep. Doing me
fast or limiting the depth of penetration creates no better feelings in
me a guys with a short dick would produce.
Paul’s dick was the best of both worlds - long AND thick. I didn't have
a ruler but judging by how my hands fit on his shaft, his declaration
that he was ten inches was probably pretty close to being the truth,
maybe even an understatement. My hand barely fit around his shaft,
meaning he was considerably larger than average but then I’d gripped many
a guy much shorter than him who had the same girth.
“Please Paul... please don't hurt me,” I pleaded to him. I hoped I
wasn’t going TOO overboard with the silly pleas for mercy. I didn't want
him to think I was just playing him, even if I really was.
“Shit, you want it and you know it. You’re just a fucking whore who
loves dicks.”
With that he pushed me back into the car so I was sitting on the seat
with my legs out the door. I put one foot up on the door armrest and let
the other rest on the ground, spreading myself open for him, exposing
myself to him completely and unashamedly, just like the whore he was
claiming I was.
“Yeah... I knew it,” he gloated, “Look at that fucking cunt. Damn,
you’re soaking wet already. What a fucking whore.”
“No... it’s too big, you’re going to hurt me,” I whined as he started to
press it against my pussy hole.
Actually, it DID feel too big and if I hadn’t taken one even bigger in
the past, I might have thought it was going to be impossible for such a
monster to fit inside of me. Having the confidence that came with
experience helped me emotionally, but physically I still had to deal with
his larger than life dick. I was proud of my tight pussy as it put up a
glorious fight, resisting the giant invader valiantly but Paul was not to
be denied. I don't think he cared how it made me feel or whether to not
it was hurting me. Now that he was trying to push his dick into me he
was not going to stop until it WAS in me, one way or another.
Finally his dick was in me, just enough that the bulbous head penetrated
me and forced its way inside of me. God, I thought I was being split in
two like a steel wedge in a block of wood! It was like having a baby,
only in reverse (well, as I imagine having a baby might feel).
“Shit, you’re tighter than I expected for being a whore,” he grunted as
he gathered himself to drive himself deeper in me.
Wow, hat trick! All three guys who fucked me this week had told me my
pussy was tight. Hmmmmmm, I had to be careful or I might start having a
bit of an ego issue!
“Well, your dick is bigger than I expected after your father’s puny
cock,” I retorted, at the same time lifting my hips to give him a better
angle for pushing himself into me. God it felt HUGE in me! He would
push hard and then relax and then push hard again. Each time his dick
would drill a little deeper into me, maybe an inch or less with each push
until about half his dick was in me.
“Fuck me Paul... please fuck me,” I begged him, telling him what I knew
he wanted to hear from me. It wasn't all that hard since I really DID
want him to fuck me.
Paul pulled out a little and then pushed it back in me again to about
where he was before. He repeated the process and then again and again
and again. Each time he would pull out a little bit further while at the
same time penetrating me a little more on the inward stroke. It was like
my first time all over again as my pussy was stretched further than it
was use to. I hate to even think of how it might have gone had I not
been so aroused and wet. Paul never seemed to care about my feelings,
only his. Had I been drier, I’m sure he would have fucked me anyway,
regardless of how it tore me up.
“Oh god you’re so big... it feel so big inside of me... oh god, put it
all in me Paul!” I continued my dirty talking to him.
Actually, this time I wasn’t fibbing or exaggerating – he really WAS big
in me and I really DID want him all in me. Paul was getting pretty
turned on but now as well and he was thrusting his dick harder and harder
into me until I felt him deep inside of me, pushing up against my cervix
which wasn't exactly the best feeling in the world but at the same time,
it amazed me that he could be so far inside of me.
“How’s it feel to have a REAL dick in you bitch... bet you’ve never had
so much dick in you at one time before, have you?”
He wanted his ego massaged and under the circumstances, I was more than
willing to go along with it. After all, he DID have a lot of dick in me
so it was only polite to indulge him at least a little bit.
“I’ve never felt this full before, never felt so much cock in me before,
oh my god, I’m gonna cum soon!”
I had been toying with my clit for the entire time he had been fucking
me. Paul was holding onto the door and the back of the seat to keep his
balance as he fucked me, leaving nothing to rub my pussy so I took
matters into my own hands – literally. Between the insanity of his thick
dick inside of me and the touch of my fingertips against my hyper-
sensitive clit, .there was little doubt as to the outcome – and soon.
Just then Paul pulled his dick out of me in one quick movement. He
grabbed his wet slick shaft with his hand and started stroking himself
right in front of me. What the hell was the bastard doing now? I was
about to cum and I imagined so was he so why not finish in my pussy where
I wanted it? I reached out for him, taking my hand from my pussy but he
slapped it away from him.
“Oh no, you’re going to have to finish yourself off – in front of me.
Get going, masturbate for me and cum – NOW, before I do,” he said
authoritatively. He was being such a bastard and no doubt thought he was
in charge. I was a little pissed because I really had wanted to feel his
cum that deep inside of me. Oh well, as hot and horny as I was, I just
wanted to cum and if that meant doing it myself with just my fingers,
then so be it. I closed my eyes and played with myself and it wasn't
long before I was moaning up a storm as my orgasm struck.
As I felt my orgasm heat up my body yet send shivers thought me from head
to toe, I felt something hit my face. I opened my eyes to see Paul’s’
dick about an inch from my mouth, spurting cum out like a fire hydrant as
he literally milked his cock in front of me. I closed my eyes again,
just in time as it turned out as I felt some of his cum hit my eyelid.
God, he was making me a total mess! As my orgasm slowly dies, I tried to
wipe the cum from my eye so I could open it. Blinking rapidly, I saw
Paul standing there, his dick already starting to dwindle but the smile
on his face was large than ever. He seemed quite pleased with himself.
“Yeah, now you look like a real cumslut whore!”
I could only imagine what a mirror would tell me right now. I could feel
it on my face and neck, looking down, it was on my boobs and some of it
had even dripped down to the tops of my thighs and stomach. I was
exhausted and my pussy felt like it had been fucked for days instead of
just a few minutes. God, I hadn’t been this sore even after my 24 hour
marathon fuck way back when! As sore as I felt, at the same time it was
a “good” feeling. Maybe it was the adrenalin coursing through me, but I
felt incredibly hot and sexy. What I really wanted was to be fucked
again but Paul was already getting dressed so it looked like that option
was off the table.
I looked around but didn't see anything to wipe myself off with. I
reached in the back seat to my suitcase and opened it up. There weren't
any towels so I used one of my tops to clean myself off with. Oh well, I
would be home sometime tonight and could wash it then. I quickly dressed
before Paul could get any brilliant ideas about making me stay nude while
he drove. Under different circumstances that might have been hot but I
looked at my watch and saw I only had a few hours before my plane left
and we still had to get to the airport!
As we got back on the toll road and headed once again for the airport,
Paul turned to me and grinned naughtily at me. “See what it’s like when
someone offers you something you can’t refuse? You hated me but when I
showed you my dick, you had to have it despite yourself. THAT’S what you
did to my dad so maybe next time you think about playing games with
someone’s life you’ll think twice.”
I just nodded, like a little girl who had been bad and was accepting my
dad’s proclamation of guilt and punishment. If he only knew what I was
REALLY thinking! What an idiot. All along I’d been wondering how to get
laid today, especially as old as he had been to me, and then he thinks he
“forced” me to have sex with him? So I had broken his dad’s heart by
somehow seducing him and “forcing” him to have sex outside of marriage.
Really? Actually, that was pretty cool from my point of view.
I don't respect men who cheat on their wives. The fact his father didn't
have enough willpower to say now is HIS fault, not mine. My dad has been
married to my mom for over 25 years and over that time, has faced
enormous temptations with my friends and other girls in my life. Never
has he given into temptation and cheated on my mother. Well if my dad
could do it, so could his but his dad couldn’t. Sorry Paul, not my
fault. Bottom line, rather than teaching me a “lesson” or “punishing
me”, all he had really done was reinforce the feelings I had after
fucking his father. Cool!
By the time we got to the airport I had an hour and a half to make my
flight. With all the security regulations I had to check my bag or lose
all my makeup but even so, I made the flight in plenty of time.
Duane picked me up as promised. As horny as I was after the incident
with Paul, any bets as to what happened on the way home?
THE END