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Day 2:Jules dressed carefully, making sure Just before leaving the party, that her bathing suit put her body on full display. The bottom was a tiny triangle of fabric that was so tight that her full pussy lips were clearly evident. The top was equally minimal, being two small triangles that barely covered her nipples. Iris was coming to sunbathe and chat. Jules wondered how far they'd go in between the rehearsals and dinners. "I'm so glad you decided to come over," Jules said as she led Iris to a quiet part of the pool deck. She felt Iris' eyes devouring her ass as she walked. "We haven't had the time to sit and just chat." Jules stopped and turned quickly, bumping into Iris. They stood in each others' arms while Jules excused herself but when they parted, she saw that Iris' nipples were already visible through her bikini top. Using her sunglasses to mask her eyes, Jules carefully surveyed Iris' small, slender body. Iris was lean and tan, her tits standing firm on her ribs like ripe apples. As if she could sense Jules' interest, Iris rolled over to tan her back. Jules grabbed the tanning oil and started to rub it on Iris' shoulders. Jules admired the girl's firm, almost boyish, ass as it tapered to her thin muscular legs. She realized that Michael couldn't have found a woman more different from her if he had tried. As she rubbed the oil into Iris' skin Jules felt the younger woman relax. Without warning, Jules untied Iris' top. "So tell me about your honeymoon plans," Jules said smoothly, using her hands to spread the oil over Iris' ribs. "We're going to a resort in the Caribbean." "It wouldn't be Halea's Island, would it?" "Why yes. Michael was really excited about going there." Jules' hands moved lower on the blonde's back. "You better go into training before you get there." Remembering the changing room, Iris knew that the redhead's hands wouldn't stop at her back. She spread her legs slightly. "What kind of training?" Jules smiled. Michael had obviously not told his fiancée about Halea's Island. "The Island's known for it friendly staff and friendlier guests. The evening entertainment is called Running the Gauntlet," Jules explained. "It's what the resort is known for. You go down to the terrace and there will be a line of twelve people, men and women. And you have to make them all cum." Jules' fingers brushed along the top of Iris' bikini bottom. Her oily fingertips played across Iris' firm backside. "Twelve people doesn't sound like much maybe," Jules cupped Iris' ass and dipped in between her thighs. "It didn't to me when we went. But, between the gal with the pierced clit and the stud with the anal fetish, I didn't think I'd finish." Iris flinched. Jules' hands held Iris firmly on the chaise lounge. Iris craned her neck to look at Jules. "You've. . . and Michael. . .anal fetish?" "Yeah, this guy's cock felt like it was as thick as a Coke bottle. I don't think I've ever had anything that big inside me." "But Michael wouldn't. . ." "He got the whole thing on film." Iris rolled over, looking indignant. "My Michael would never. . . Film" "Sure he would," Jules shot back, her voice sinking to a venomous purr. "Hasn't he shown you his studio above the garage?" "His studio?" "The one in his apartment above his parent's garage. He makes movies. Ones that he stars in." Jules felt a wicked thrill run through her as she ran her fingertips along Iris' arm. "The ones where he's showing off his magnificent cock." Iris flushed. "Why are you telling me this?" She couldn't meet Jules' eyes and tried to leave. Jules caught the smaller woman's arm. Standing, Iris looked straight into the deep cleft between Jules' cantaloupe sized breasts. "I'll take you there. I'll show them to you," Jules said. "He always kept them in a cabinet in his bedroom. Does he still keep the spare key under the flowerpot in the window?" Iris' mouth worked, but in her confusion, no words came out. Jules saw the turmoil that churned inside the bride to be. "Poor little Iris," Jules said. "Her brain says no." Jules placed her hand under Iris' breast, her thumb slowly rotating on top of the blonde's erect nipple. "But her body is definitely saying yes." Jules stepped closer and took a deep breath. Iris smelled of hot coconut oil and tangy musk. Jules looked down on the trembling, wide-eyed girl. "Don't you want to know if you're co-starring in any of Michael's movies?" Jules' accusation was rewarded with a look of terror on Iris' face. Iris pushed Jules' hand away as if in a trance, the realization of what she'd just been told slowly sinking in. "I've got to go. Go to the bathroom." Iris stumbled against her chaise lounge on her way to the stairs. "Just think about his big cock in pure digital video," Jules taunted the girl as Iris careened toward the locker room. "How many nights have you spent there?" she called as Iris disappeared down the stairs. Feeling victorious, Jules ran her eyes around the growing pool crowd. Manny and Fanny Ball were by the bar. Jules thought quickly. Showing Iris the movies might be too big a gamble, she decided. After all Michael might have shown Iris the videos already. That wouldn't be enough to get her to call the wedding off. But a live show with the twins might provide another, even more shocking event to show Iris. Jules dug her mobile phone out of her bag and quickly punched a number. "Parker. Oh good. This is Jules." Jules watched the Ball sisters smear lotion over each other. "I'm calling about Michael's bachelor party. Yes, I know that you're planning it, but I had some ideas that might make it really memorable." She only half listened to Parker's response, her mind considering a celebratory orgy with the Ball twins after this wedding was torpedoed once and for all. "Listen Parker," Jules cut him off, "meet me in Michael's old apartment. Yes. The one over the garage. Just meet me there in one hour. We'll find some old stuff for you to take to the party. I can give you plenty of dirty little stories to roast him with." Jules tucked the phone back into her bag and sauntered over to where the Ball sisters were sitting. It was time to put the second part of her plan into action. She made sure that they got a good look at her suit before she sat on the end of Fanny's deck chair. "Hey girls." "My, don't you look tasty." Manny practically drooled as her eyes took in Jules' bikini. Jules looked around and leaned in between them. "Girls I need to ask you for a big favor," she said conspiratorially. Manny's eyes lingered on Jules' breasts before she looked up and said, "Anything. For you." "Us? Why we'd do anything to help out the Maid of Honor." Fanny tried to sound sincere but it only made her Texan drawl sound bitter and cynical. "Well, I've known Michael for many years and tonight is his bachelor party." Manny slapped her sister on the thigh. "We could jump out of the cake! I'd like to see what Iris is going to get on her honeymoon." Fanny placed her hand high on Jules' thigh. "Why sure darlin'." Fanny batted her eyelashes in her best southern belle imitation. "What my hormonally charged sister is trying to say is that we'd love to help." Jules smiled indulgently. "No. No. The one I need help with is Michael's brother, Parker." Fanny's eyebrows arched. "And what kind of help are we talking about here?" "Well, you see. How do I put it delicately? Well, Parker's never been with a woman and. . ." "You mean that strapping young stud muffin's a virgin?" Manny shrieked and clapped her hands gleefully. Fanny got a sly look on her face. "And you want us to pop his cherry?" Jules shared Fanny's smile. "With all of the attention on Michael this week, I'd like to do something special for the Best Man." "We're in." The twins looked at each other and laughed. "What's the plan?" Jules kept an eye on the locker room entrance as she told them about her meeting with Parker in the garage apartment. The Ball twins acted like children looking forward to playing with a new toy as they gathered their towels and scampered back to their rooms to prepare for their meeting with Parker. Jules leaned back and let the sun warm her throat. In twenty minutes, Iris would get the shock of her young life and the wedding would be half sunk. Looking around, Jules noticed that Iris hadn't returned from the locker room. It didn't take Jules long to find the lost bride. She'd only taken a few steps into the locker room when she saw a pair of teenagers standing outside the bathroom, chewing on their fists to keep from laughing out loud. Another few steps and Jules discovered why the teens were laughing. Moans were coming from one of the stalls, moans that were obviously coming from someone nearing orgasm. "Iris. Iris is that you? Are you OK?" Jules had to hide her smirk when the blonde emerged from the stall, her face flushed, panties askew, and nipples erect. "Iris, are you alright? Why don't we go and get something to drink. You look like you might have had too much sun." Jules carefully put her arm around Iris' shoulders and led the confused bride toward the door. "You must not let Michael's appetites scare you," she cautioned. "He can be insatiable at times. I've never known a man who could stay hard for so long and cum so much." Iris flushed a bright red. She swallowed hard before she could choke out, "I'm OK." Jules took a deep breath. She could smell the musky scent of Iris' excitement. "Are you ready to go see the truth?" Iris was silently preoccupied with her own thoughts as they made the short drive from the hotel to Michael's house. Jules led the way up the stairs to the apartment. Finding the door unlocked, Jules motioned for Iris to stay quiet. "Nobody's supposed to be here. Be quiet. Stay behind me," Jules whispered. Jules led Iris into Michael's living room. They had only taken a few steps when they heard the unmistakable voices of the Ball sisters coming from the bedroom. "Eat me. That's it. Lick it. Gahddamnit." Jules stayed in front of Iris as they stealthily walked toward the hallway. Iris peered around Jules to see what was going on. The bedroom door was wide open and she easily saw a shock of sandy hair trapped underneath Fanny's pussy. Fanny's hips rocked back and forth as she rode Parker's face, effectively hiding his identity from Iris' shocked gaze. Jules, on the other hand, admired Parker's long, thick cock that was being energetically sucked by Manny. 'Size must run in the family,' she mused before she pulled Iris out of the doorway. It wouldn't do to have Iris spoil everything by confronting the trio on the bed. Jules led the sobbing bride back to the car. "Let's go back to my room," Jules said as she guided Iris down the driveway. "We'll spend some time together. I'm sure that we can work through this rough spot." Iris was still sobbing as Jules led her to the hotel room and sat her on the edge of the bed. Returning from the mini-bar, Jules handed Iris a plastic cup full of brown liquid. Jules playfully touched cups, toasting the other woman. "To tomorrow." Iris looked at her quizzically and took a tentative sip but Jules pushed the bottom of the cup upwards, forcing Iris to swallow the entire cupful. Iris swallowed the cupful before sputtering the dregs. "Southern Comfort," Jules said. "Auntie Jules' cure for what ails you." The women drank and shared stories about Michael between hugs and sniffles. Continuing to try to shock Iris with Michael's kinky escapades, Jules told Iris how she and Michael had role played a rape. "You wouldn't believe how rough he got," Jules slid closer to Iris, their thighs touching, as she told the story. "He had me handcuffed and gagged. And then he brought in this other girl and made me lick her pussy while he fucked her." Iris looked up at Jules, her wide eyes brimming with tears. "I don't think. . . I mean, I couldn't. . ." "Don't let his appetites scare you," Jules said as Iris took another shot. "He just has larger needs than most other people. You've got to be ready to accept this if you're going to be his wife." Iris' face betrayed the dismay she felt. She looked so vulnerable. Jules leaned forward slightly and kissed Iris' soft lips. Iris wilted into Jules' arms, giving herself completely to the older woman's caresses. Jules undressed Iris slowly. Iris smiled, suddenly pleased when Jules murmured appreciatively at the sight of her carefully trimmed pussy. Iris gently held Jules' head as the redhead's lips pulled at her engorged nipples. Jules reached up to give her another kiss before shifting her attention to Iris' flat, tan stomach. Iris lay back on the couch, gasping softly when Jules' soft kisses contacted her sensitive vulva. Jules' skillful mouth and fingers brought Iris to the peak of orgasm again and again. A blissful haze eclipsed Iris' world. Just when she thought that she couldn't stand any more pleasure, Jules stripped and crawled on top of her. Iris was captivated by the sight and smell of Jules' pussy as it hovered inches from her face. Jules' pussy looked like a dark pink gash in her creamy pale skin. Iris tentatively stuck out her tongue, catching some of the glistening dew from the older woman's coral lips. Iris' probing fingers joined her tongue as the blonde became more and more excited. Jules groaned as she felt Iris' resolve fade and give way to lust. Jules knew that she had won this round. She threw away her self-control and ground her hips against Iris' chest, writhing with pleasure as the bride's eager tongue tickled and probed her softest regions. Jules' body shook violently. Her legs scissored together, clamping Iris' head between them like a vise as the waves of orgasm swept through her body. Spent, Jules rolled off Iris. The blonde's face was covered in love juices,
her body glistening with sweat. Jules congratulated herself on how well her plan
was going. Now she needed to focus on Michael. Day 3Jules came out of the shower to answer a knock on the door. It was nearly noon but she'd had to pour Iris into a taxi near dawn and it had felt good to sleep in. "Michael. This is a surprise." Jules tucked the edge of her towel around her breasts as she let her ex-lover into the room. The towel barely covered her bottom and she enjoyed feeling his eyes follow her ass as she led him toward the sitting room. "Iris called this morning. She said that the wedding was off." Jules composed herself before answering. "Did she say why?" He slumped into the couch. "No." Jules sat next to him. The towel rode up on her hips, almost exposing her shaved labia. She took his hand and looked into his eyes. "Maybe this is for the better." Jules took a deep breath. It was time to put all the cards on the table. "Seeing you again has brought back a lot of feelings. Feelings that I've been carrying around since college. There's never been anyone that makes me feel the way you do." Michael put his free hand on Jules' bare thigh. "You were always special for me too," he said. His hand slid higher on her thigh and she parted her legs to allow his fingers to brush against her nether lips. Jules took his hand and placed in on top of her mound. "I'd do anything to get you back, Michael." Michael didn't answer. Jules shrugged off the damp towel and sank to her knees in front of him. She looked up into his eyes, her face full of adoration, and silently unbuckled his jeans. "I knew that she wasn't right for you. No one else could satisfy you the way I do." Jules paused to pull his cock out of his pants. Stroking him gently, she teased the head of his cock with her tongue. Michael sighed and spread his knees wider. Jules worked her way down his shaft, lightly nipping the seam underneath his penis with her lips. Reaching his balls, she slowly sucked one testicle into her mouth. Michael groaned and cradled her head in his hands. Jules released his testis from her mouth and looked into his face. "You see. I know how to make you feel good." Michael slouched in his chair. His hands pulled her mouth back to his cock. Jules returned to his balls. Lifting his heavy sack, she teased the sensitive spot underneath them with the tip of her tongue. "She wasn't for you, Michael. She gave up too easy." His body jerked as she used her teeth to nip the base of his cock. "It didn't take long at all," Jules said as she continued to work her way toward his plum colored knob with small nibbles. "I knew that she was wrong for you. And now that she's gone I have you all to myself." Without taking her eyes off his, Jules took him into her mouth. She sucked him off quickly. Her slurping and moaning made his cock vibrate as her tongue swirled around his member. She felt his balls swell and the skin around them tighten. Jules pulled her head back. Her hand grasped the lower half of his dick and jerked him off in time with her bobbing head. His hips thrust forward, almost lifting him off of the couch. She felt his salty jism bathe her tongue. Jules closed her eyes and placed her mouth around his cock's helmet, forming a seal. She sucked hard, drawing his cum into her mouth. Licking his seed from her lips, Jules rose and took him by the hand. "Now you'll last a long time for me," she said as she led him to the bed. Michael placed his hand on her shoulder. Jules did a pirouette, displaying herself for him. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs, crooking her finger at him to join her. He looked at her for a moment, a strange look on his face, before he climbed between her legs and dove straight at her clit. His tongue darted in and around her smooth pussy and her juices were soon puddling on the sheets. Her oily honey covering his chin, Michael sat back on his heels and stroked his cock as it stood proudly from his loins. "I'll give you just what you deserve," he said as he positioned his cock head at her wet, pink opening. Jules screamed as Michael slammed his entire length inside her in a single thrust. His cock felt like a spear, pinning her to the bed. Michael held her legs back, bending Jules almost double as he pounded his manhood into her again and again. Without warning, Jules came violently, her body thrashing around his steel hard schlong. He slowed his thrusts but didn't stop. His balls slapped wetly against her ass. Wiping the sweaty strands of hair from her face, she pulled her ass cheeks apart. "Take my ass, Michael. Fuck my ass." She panted with excitement as he pulled his long shaft out and placed the pussy-slimed head against her tight brown rosette. Grasping his prick at its base, he drew a circle around her nether opening, teasing and lubing her at the same time. "Are you sure you want my big fat cock in your nice tight hole?" he teased. "Yes," she said through gritted teeth. "You're the only man that's ever fucked me there. It's only for you!" Michael pushed forward and his bulbous head slid inside her sphincter with a soft wet pop. He held himself still and let her adjust to his size. She arched her back and cried out, "More. Give me. More. I want to feel all of you inside me!" Resting her feet against his chest, Michael rocked his hips back and forth slowly, pushing deeper with every thrust. Even lubed with her slick pussy oil, the friction of her anal tube was incredible. Michael groaned as he felt her rectum grip his cock, massaging and squeezing the entire length of his pole. He ground his hips against her ass cheeks. "So full," she moaned. Jules' head thrashed from side to side. The feeling of his thick pole made her groan incoherently. She felt as if he was going to drive his cock through her body. "Split me. Split me in two with your cock," she said between thrusts. "I love this, baby. I love you." Michael's balls tightened. His strokes became longer and deeper as he reamed her ass. "Fuck. . .Fucking whore. . . Gonna fill your ass with my cum!" he chanted as he drove his cock into her. Michael felt as if his balls were going to explode. "Yes. Yes. That's what. I want. Baby." Michael erupted, shooting thick streams of jism deep inside her body. The warm feeling inside her was all she needed to climax again. Her body shivered as her muscles clamped down on his prick, trapping it inside her ass. Michael collapsed on top of her, his chest heaving. Jules wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his muscular shoulders, holding their sweaty bodies together. "This is the way I want it to be. Forever," she whispered into his ear. Michael trailed a silver thread of cum as his deflated tool slid from Jules' distended hole. He staggered into the bathroom and collapsed on the toilet, his body dripping with sweat. Jules felt his cum dripping out of her ass and knew that she had won. He was hers once again. Michael returned and picked up the phone. "We need something to drink. I'm parched," he said. "Room Service, this is Room 419. I'd like a bottle of champagne sent up immediately. Yes. Thank you." Jules went to the bidet to clean herself. When she returned, she saw the room service waiter from her first night opening the bottle for Michael. Both men turned to watch her walk naked from the bathroom. Jules pulled her hair behind her neck, stretching her shoulders back to show off her full breasts, as she walked slowly to her bathrobe. "I don't think we'll need that," Michael said. He stood behind her and slowly ran his hands down her flanks. "I think we need to show our appreciation for the quick service," he said as he lifted her heavy breasts, offering them to the waiter. Michael read the man's nametag while he toyed with Jules' bountiful breasts. "Why don't you suck Jose's cock, sweetheart?" Obediently, Jules knelt and unzipped Jose's pants. Jose anxiously unfastened his belt and pushed his trousers down to his knees. Fishing his stubby cock from his worn cotton briefs, Jules greedily sank her mouth over the waiter's thick knob. Michael worked his hand through her slit, smearing her thick honey over her labia as she rocked back and forth on Jose's dick. "Shit man," Michael laughed. "I just fucked her and she's ready to go again." Michael kicked her knees apart and placed his cock at the gate of her sex. Her pussy was sopping wet and Michael slid inside her love tunnel easily. Jules moan was muffled by Jose's dick as Michael ran his cock in and out of her willing snatch. The trio fucked leisurely until Jose grabbed Jules' head and cried, "Dios mio!" Jose fucked her face with short, rabbit-like thrusts. "Punta. I'm gonna cum. Gonna drown you in my cum, punta." Michael watched Jules' throat work, sucking Jose's cum with whorish abandon. "I love watching that," Michael said as he shifted his grip on her hips. Michael pulled her back the length of his cock. His thrusts made her grunt when his cock bottomed out against her cervix. "She. Just. Needs. Dick." Michael grunted. "Ahhh yeahh." Michael held her hips against his as he emptied his load deep inside her hot wet cunt. Michael collapsed on to his heels before crawling back to prop himself against the couch. He carefully lifted his glass from the table. Sweeping a sweaty hank of hair from her brow, Jules crawled over his legs to take his slime covered cock in her mouth. Jose watched in amazement as Jules eagerly cleaned her lover's cock with her mouth. "Thanks man," Michael said as if nothing out of the ordinary were
happening. "I'm sure we'll call you again." |