Sarah and the Wedding Present
By Albion

F/ F/ g/ b/ lesbian/ hetero/ bondage.  Usual permissions, warnings and rights apply.

It was one of those family events that takes time and a sense of duty to complete. Aunt Helen was getting married and she was from a branch of the family that Sarah hadn’t seen in years. She didn’t feel close to aunt Helen and while the fact the woman had lived with a man called Don for the last five years did not trouble her in the slightest, she was surprised when the invitation to a wedding arrived.
Some small church in some far flung place. Sarah felt obliged to go, and told her husband Steve he could come too. He however was away that Saturday so she would drive there alone, endure the wedding and make her excuse at the reception and leave as soon as she could.
Steve however persuaded her to think about the long drive in the evening and suggested she booked a hotel room for the night so she could drive back on Sunday. Sarah agreed and made the journey that Saturday morning filled with a dread that the wedding would be a bore and the reception would turn out to be a long drag. Still, some things have to be done.
She couldn’t even think of what to get them for a wedding present. A cheque would have to do.
And the day would have been a drag and a bore at the the very least if it had not been for Simon. Simon was Helen’s son from her doomed marriage to Phil. It had been no surprise that they had split up and Sarah had more or less lost touch with that side of the family.
Yet here was Simon, looking healthy and handsome and of that age that made Sarah think sex. He was twelve years old and as soon as she saw him among the family in the church she knew that the only thing that would make the day worthwhile was to get him to fuck her.
The boy had grown a lot since Sarah had last seen him, though as he was merely six months old at the time she last saw him. In a way she had completely forgotten about him, but here he was and better still he was looking curiously at Sarah. Weighing her up carefully; a stranger in a yellow dress with good legs and sparkling eyes.
Sarah felt somewhat annoyed with herself. She liked this dress but it was by her standards rather plain and sober, and while it fitted nicely at the waist and gave her a good shape it did not show off her bust. Had she thought a boy would be there she might have worn a low cut dress and bent forward to give him an enticing view. 
She at least was happy she was wearing stockings though and a quick flash of stocking tops would get the boy interested, she was sure. The trouble was, when?
The families and friends were milling around after the service and Simon seemed to be dragged off everywhere, for pictures and family chats. Often he was was obliged to stand on the edge of a group, required to be there as the son of the married woman but not part of it. Several times Sarah caught his eye a few times and smiled and he smiled back once or twice, but looked sheepish. 
Probably had never had a girlfriend.
But she was wrong. A girl of about his age with hair with blonde hair in a ponytail suddenly attached herself to the boy and they were quietly holding hands. Ah, thought Sarah, young love. Well, with the girl not leaving his side that put young Simon further out of reach. Oh well, back to plan A and endure the rest of day, Sarah thought as she sipped her wine.
A cheap wine which did nothing for her mood. Even the sky had clouded over outside and the view looked even bleaker than before. At least the reception was in the hotel she had booked a room in. Drink enough of this cheap booze and stagger up to bed. Thank God I brought my vibrator, she thought.
“Excuse me” said a voice by her side. It was the ponytailed girl who had been standing with Simon a few minutes ago. “Are you Sarah?”
“Yes, I am.” Sarah glanced round but Simon or his immediate family were nowhere to be seen. Just the girl looking up at Sarah with a certain intensity. She had small, hight boobs and freckles and a gap in her front teeth when she smiled. Innocent looking and probably the type who might allow Simon a little feel of her boobs if they remained a steady boyfriend and girlfriend pair. “And you are?”
“Jaycee,” said the girl, and wrinkled her nose. “I don’t like the name much. I prefer Jay.”
“Jay, okay, nice to meet you,” said Sarah, wondering what the girl wanted.
“Could we go outside and talk?” asked the girl. She didn’t wait for an answer and had taken Sarah’s free hand. Jay tugged Sarah towards the thin, rather brown tinged lawn outside the reception room. Sarah allowed herself to be led and soon they were across the lawn and past other guests and in a small wooden construction that was part shed and part arbour. It was there the girl finally let go of Sarah’s hand. “Can I ask you, do you have sex?”
Sarah was a little startled by the directness of the  question. “Jay, I don’t think you should be asking––“
“Please tell me if you have sex,” pressed the girl.
“Well, yes, of course I do. I’m married. Why?”
“‘Cos so do I. See?” At that the girl hoisted up her skirt and to Sarah’s utter astonishment she saw that Jay had a small, black rubber plastic strap on under her white and gold dress. A small but distinctly penis shaped cock that stuck out from the top of her pale blue knickers.
“Jay… that’s…” Sarah couldn’t think of the words. She looked round but they were sheltered by trees and no one could see them.
“It’s for fucking Simon,” confided the girl with her gap toothed grin. “My mum bought it for me when she found out I like using it on boys.”
“You mean,” sarah felt faint. “You and Simon…”
“Yeah, we fuck. Well, I fuck him. He doesn’t do me. Yuk!” The girl eased her panties down to show more of the strap-on. Boy sized, Sarah thought, remembering the big one her lesbian friend Janet used on her sometimes. Black, like this one, and ridged. Like this one. Sarah swallowed. “So, Simon doesn’t mind you…” She couldn’t bring herself to say ‘fucking’ even thought the girl had said it.
“God he hates it. He cries every time I do it!” The girl laughed.
“But he let’s you?”
“Yeah, in return he gets to lick my pussy. Do you do that to anyone?”
“I have a friend, called Janet, who likes that.” Sarah wished there was chair so she could sit down. The small bench in the building was covered with leaves and would mark her dress.
“Cool,” said the girl. Her panties came down more and she was stroking the black rubber protrusion. “I put it on in case we got the chance to bend him over and fuck him,” she sighed. “But his family keep hanging around”
“I know,” said Sarah. “But it is their day. Jay, how long have you been doing this?”
“Oh, I dunno. Started on my teacher, Miss Burton last year. She liked it, but then she left.” The girl looked sad. “The new teacher Mrs Cryer, doesn’t like it all.”
“You… you tried?”
“Once. She screamed and said she didn’t like things up her arse.” The girl snorted. “Waste of time she was.”
“Jay… I don’t know how you do it, but most women don’t like a strap on dildo up their rear hole.”
“Yeah, I know.” The girl wrinkled her nose again at life’s mysteries.
“So how do you get to ask them?” Sarah was astonished they were having this conversation, but she wanted to know more.
“’S easy. I wear it to school and say, ‘look’ an’ I show them it. Course, I slick it so it gleams.”
“Of course.” Sarah gulped. “And that’s what you did with Simon?”
“Not at first. I had to do it to his mother and she told him to do it.”
Sarah couldn’t help herself. She sat down hard on the dirty bench, not caring about her dress. Her head was swimming. “Jaycee… Jay… you are saying you have fucked Helen?”
“Yeah, bitch that she is. Once she decided to get married to that man Don she said enough. No more.”
“So she got Simon to take her place?”
“Yeah. I don’t like fucking boys as much as women but, you know how it is.”
“No I don’t,” confessed Sarah. Then she laughed. “So I am here to be fucked, right? By you and your dildo.”
“Only if you want to.” The girl was stroking it again as if it was real.
“You are saying I am number four.”
“Five if you include Simon. Six if you count Lauren.”
“And who, pray, is Lauren? Another teacher?”
“She’s my friend. She wanted it in the puss. Messy, really. No bottom fucking, she said.” A pause. “Spoilsport.”
Sarah put her hand to her head in weariness. “And Lauren is your age?”
“Nah, she’s nine.”
“I see. Starting early.”
“Only ‘cos she didn’t want her dad to be the first to fuck her an’ he was sniffing round, so I did it. To help her.”
“Very kind of you.”
“So you want to bend over and let me screw your arse? We can do it now if we are quick here.” The blonde, freckled girl was frank and straight to the point. She was holding the fake cock like she was ready to guide it into someone’s rear.
“Jay, I am not really ready to let you have me,” said Sarah. There was no reason why not; in some ways it would make the day more fun, but not entirely satisfactory. But then she had an idea. “Look, maybe in a way, but you have to do something for me. I have a room here at the hotel––“
“Cool, we can go fuck up there.”
––and I want Simon to fuck me normally. In my pussy.”
For a moment Jay looked shocked as if offended by the idea. “What, you know, with him on top?”
“Or me bent over. You see, I like pre-teen boys having me. However they want.”
The girl nodded, but hadn’t let go of the cock. She was thinking the idea over, which must have seemed strange to her when women liked her strap on in them.
“So you do me a favour and get him for me and you can screw Simon up his arse in my bedroom.”
The young girl caught on quickly. “‘Kay… so you bend over and he has you and I go behind him an’ bumfuck him at the same time?”
“Couldn’t have said it better myself.”
“Cool,” the girl suddenly grinned. “I’ll go fetch him. Wait here.”
She did fetch him, and on the way here had explained to him what was going to happen. He looked happy and sad, and Sarah guessed which bit was making him happy and which bit he wasn’t looking forward to as much.

——

Sarah groaned as the boy’s slender cock slid into her pussy with a satisfying plop. The privacy of her room was much better than  a wooden shack in the grounds of the hotel and she knelt face down on the bed with her rear in the air, massaging her clit with her vibrator with one hand as Simon began the slow, measured process of fucking Sarah. 
He wasn’t being hasty, but then he was being dictated to by Jay who was behind him. He was bent forward so she could take the strap on up his arse, and the girl with freckles was moving slowly and demanding he did the same.
They were all naked, apart from Sarah insisting she kept her suspender belt on and stockings. “It arouses boys,” said Sarah to Jay, who wanted to know if she wore them too would that help arouse women?
“Quite possibly,” said Sarah as she got into position, having sucked the boy’s small but hard cock as he sucked his girlfriend’s strap-on. Anything to ease the passage for him, thought Sarah.
The trio were fucking in harmony and making various noises, some pleasurable, some painful. But Jay was in control; she pushed her artificial cock in to her boyfriend’s sore arse as he came out of Sarah, then she would slide out as he went forward into Sarah’s sopping wet slit. The perfect rhythm that went on for ages, though Sarah guessed it was partly because of the pain and humiliation the boy felt as what Jay was doing to him.
Sarah came several times and jay was making noises as if she was getting something out of it too. Well, if her strap on was a good model there would be little nubs of hard rubber that ran inside the crotch strap and pressed against her tender pussy to make her climax. Yes, that would do the trick.
But there was something else that none of them anticipated. Aunt Helen, Simon’s mother and one-time lover of Jay, was waiting her turn. She was tied up with Sarah’s spare stockings, in the same position as Sarah on the bed was but kneeling alongside her. She was wearing her white basque, the one she bought for the wedding, which looked good. Helen was gagged with discarded knickers, would be fucked by her son later, screwed up the arse by Jay’s strap on and have Sarah kiss her nipples as the guest massaged the newly married woman’s clit with the vibrator.
I bet Helen can hardly wait, Sarah smiled as she came again. Quite the best wedding present of all, when you thought about it.