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Subject: {ASSM} My Best Friend's Wedding 4/4
Date: Sat, 25 May 2002 07:10:02 -0400
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My Best Friend's Wedding 4

Day 4
The last day. Show time. 

Jules, her pussy still tender from the pounding
Michael gave it the day before, went to the wedding
breakfast humming 'Going to the chapel'. Sure that the
wedding was off, she anxious to see how Michael would
tell everyone. When Michael excused himself from the
head table, Jules moved to join him on the terrace. 

Jules looked smug as she leaned against Michael. "So
how are you going to break the news to the party? I
guess that it cost Iris' dad a bundle for this
shindig. All for nothing." 

Michael looked out into the yard without saying a
word.

"You're just too tense. I know how to relax you," she
said.

She massaged his groin through his trousers, making
him groan as she squeezed and rubbed his expanding
bulge. Taking his groans as encouragement, Jules sank
to her knees and fished his swelling cock out of his
pants. 

Without any preamble, Jules gulped down Michael's
schlong like a champion sword swallower. His nostrils
flared and his eyes bulged as he felt the head of his
dick nudge against the back of her mouth, pause, and
then proceed down her open throat. Her soft hands
kneaded and teased his balls, stroking and cupping
them like small eggs. 

Jules moved her head forward and back, taking him deep
into her throat with every pass. Michael braced
himself against the terrace railing to keep his knees
from buckling. 

"God baby. You're so good."

His legs quivered and he didn't want her to stop when
she pulled her mouth away from his member. Looking up
into his face, Jules seductively placed her first two
fingers in her mouth, never breaking eye contact with
him before returning to his throbbing cock.

She slowly swallowed him once again, murmuring as she
pressed her nose into his curly pubes. Michael gasped
as he felt her wet fingers press against the sensitive
spot between his anus and his scrotum. Jules smiled
around a mouthful of dick and continued massaging him,
slowly working her way back to caress his wrinkled
button.

She pulled her head back and sucked hard on his knob
as her hand jerked his spit slickened cock. Her teeth
grazed lightly along the tender underside of his
shaft. Jules felt Michael squirm as she worked her
middle finger into his asshole. Her hand flew along
his thick pole and she finger fucked him with short
strokes in and out of his tight ass.

Jules felt his manhood swell, ready to release its
load. She pushed her finger up, submerging it inside
his tender opening, and swallowed his cock again. Her
face was buried against his belly as he unloaded into
her mouth. Her throat clenched and worked to swallow
his thick cream. She pulled her head back, swirling
her tongue around his shaft like a kid with an ice
cream cone. Reaching the tip, she gave his swollen
plum colored head a wet kiss.

"I love the way you taste. When we're together, I'm
going to suck you off every day."  

Jules wiped her hand on his handkerchief and licked
his jism from her lips. She looked like the cat that
ate the canary as she turned to see Iris joining them
on the terrace. Jules, now sure of her victory,
stepped up to her opponent and gave Iris a deep kiss
on the mouth. Iris' eyes flew wide open as Jules
thrust her tongue roughly into her mouth, letting
Michael's fianc  taste his seed on another woman's
tongue.

Iris immediately recognized the taste on Jules' mouth.
The relationship between that and her fianc  trying to
stuff his limp prick back into his pants was obvious.
Looking as if she'd just been kicked in the stomach,
Iris turned and ran through the garden toward the
parking lot.

Jules watched Michael run after Iris and laughed. She
turned back decided to go back to her hotel room and
change. On the way through the hallway, Jules found
the Ball sisters draped over Parker. Jules smiled at
him as she saw him try to escape the horny twins.

"Jules! Jules. I've got to talk with you." Parker's
face was a bright red as he tried to talk and
disengage Fanny's hand from his crotch at the same
time.

Jules could barely keep from laughing at Parker's
discomfort. Manny was nibbling on his neck while Fanny
redoubled her efforts to get into Parker's pants.

"Well I see that you three are getting along fine,"
she said. "Fanny, you wouldn't mind if I borrowed him
before my flight leaves tomorrow, would you?"

"Why not at all, shuga," Fanny batted her eyes at
Parker. The distraction allowed her to get her hands
in his fly, causing the young man to squirm, trapped
against the wall.

Jules returned to her hotel and debated whether she
should bother putting her bridesmaid's gown on.
Finally, she decided to go through the motions for
appearance's sake and pulled the elaborate gown from
the closet. She had started to unbutton her blouse
when there was a knock on the door.

Hoping that Michael had come looking for her, she
undid a few more buttons on her blouse. She opened the
door with a flourish, posing against the door like a
movie vamp. Instead of Michael, she found Jose
standing at the door with another bottle of champagne.

"Well this is a surprise," she said without trying to
close her gaping shirt, "but I didn't order this."

"No senorita. Your novio, Miguel. He ordered over the
phone. Said he would be right over."

Jules clapped her hands like an excited schoolgirl.
"I've got to get something nice to wear," she said.

She ran to the closet while Jose brought the room
service cart in to the room. Jose offered to open the
champagne and Jules laughed gaily.

"Sure. I'm in the mood to celebrate." She held up a
sexy dress and did a twirl in front of the mirror.

Jose poured her a glass and then, with a smirk on his
face, left the room. Still dancing, Jules crossed the
room and drank the glass of champagne in a single
draught.

She poured another immediately, humming to herself.
"Ahh what to wear, what to wear?"

She felt a bit dizzy, so she sat in the room's chair
and stretched. Jules felt relaxed, at peace for the
first time since Michael had called with the fateful
news. Her self-satisfied musing was interrupted by
another knock on the door.

Jules tried to vault out of the chair but her hand
slipped off the chair arm and she stumbled toward the
door. "Gotta slow down. Don't wanna miss any of the
fun," she said as she carefully placed the champagne
flute on her table.

She leaned against the half-opened door and looked at
Michael. He stood in the hallway, a knapsack over his
shoulder and a serious look on his face. Jules stepped
back and let him see her lacy underwear. 

"C'mon in. Cann get you some shamp . . . shap . . .
some bubbly?" she slurred.

Jules stumbled again on her way back to the ice
bucket, her legs slow to obey her brain's commands.
"Ooops. Guess I might-a had the first glass a taaaad
tooooo quick." 

Jules stopped to wait for her head to clear. Michael
took her arm and led her to the bed. Jules crawled
backwards on the bedspread, a dreamy look on her face.


"Oh yes, Michael. Take me again." She propped herself
up on her elbows. "Whass in the bag?"

"A present," he said. "Now take your panties off."

"I whan' you to." Jules fell bonelessly back on the
bed.

A mask of cool anger dropped over Michael's face. He
reached forward and ran his fingertips across Jules'
flat stomach.

"Tha tickles," she slurred.

Jules' eyes were half opened. She opened her legs for
her lover. His fingers dipped under the lacy top of
her panties, gently touching the upper limits of her
shaved slit. Jules sighed softly.

Her sigh turned into a yelp as Michael ripped her
panties off her hips. She clasped her hands above her
head.

"Make me your woman," she said huskily.

He pulled a black harness from the knapsack. 

"I'll make you my bitch," he growled.

Michael grabbed her leg and dragged her on to her
side. He held the harness in place over her ass with
the flat of his hand and pushed her on to her back. He
quickly secured the belt straps on the locking stud
and snapped the brass padlock shut with a snap.

"I don't have time to fuck with you. I've got a
wedding to go to."

"Wha. . .?"

"Don't worry. The stuff Jose put in your drink won't
hurt you. It was just to make sure you wouldn't run
away."

Her mind fought its way up through the haze of the
drug she'd ingested. "But Michael. I thought. . ."she
whined as she pushed at the steel reinforced belt.
"Whass dis?"

"It's a chastity belt. I can't have you trying to fuck
the wedding party during the ceremony."

Satisfied that the straps were tight but not cutting
into her skin, Michael pulled a small cylinder from
his coat pocket and unscrewed the top.

"We were best friends. I never thought that you'd
stoop so low. Go so far to ruin my life." 

He flipped her on to her side and ran an alcohol swab
over her ass cheek.

"No. No," she protested. "I jus' wanted to save you
for my. . . Ouch! Shit, what was that?"

Michael stood and replaced the cap on the cylinder.

"Adrenaline. You'll be up in a few minutes. The
ceremony starts at 3:30, so you'll need to be at the
church no later than three."

Tears welled up in Jules' eyes. The game was over and
she'd lost.

"But I love you Michael. I . . . I just wanted you to
see that we were meant for each other."

Michael stopped and stared at her. "Love me? You were
just thinking of yourself."

He walked toward the door, his body stiff with anger.
Pausing at the door, he turned to her and said, "When
did you ever think to ask me what I wanted?"

The door slammed behind him.

Jules felt hollow but she stood next to the altar at
three o'clock sharp. Throughout the ceremony she had
worked hard to keep her smile from falling into a
grimace, especially when Michael met her eyes and
said, "I do."

The ceremony and procession over, the family gathered
outside of the church for the last pictures. They
jostled and smiled as the photographer waved and
direct the horde of happy, tired people into their
places.

Iris' family was having their picture taken and Jules
couldn't tear her eyes off of the happy bride. She
jumped as Michael silently stepped behind her and
touched her elbow.

"You going to be OK?" he said softly. "I was a little
harsh back at the hotel. Still friends?"

"Yeah," she said with a glimmer of tear in her eyes.
"I'm sorry. Sorry for everything. I hope that you're
very happy."

Michael tried unsuccessfully to stifle a smirk. "The
person you really need to apologize to is Parker."

"I never meant to hurt him." Jules' shoulders slumped.
"I never should have fed him to those horrible women."

"Oh I don't think that the damage to him is
permanent." Michael gave her a peck on the cheek.
"It's just that he's got the key to the belt."

Before she could answer, Michael turned and walked
toward the limousine and his new life. Jules watched
with a bittersweet smile on her face. Michael wasn't
out of her life forever, she reasoned as she felt the
thick metal lock at her waist. And getting Parker to
take the belt off would be fun.




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