Subject: Crashing Steve's Wedding (F-solo, MF, oral)
By: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Diary Date: June 25, 2005

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include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as 
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them or me, nor advocate such practices. If you can't separate fantasy from 
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Summary:

It was almost six years ago when I gave Steve my virginity.  Today I’m twenty 
and have been fucked by dozens of guys and sucked well over a hundred more since 
Steve moved away but I'll never forget my first time with him.  I may not have 
been his first but I like to think I was his best.  Hopefully at his wedding I 
could leave him with something to remind him of that when he was with his new 
bride!

Table of Contents:
   Chapter 1 – Persuading My Daddy
   Chapter 2 – Flying Sucks
   Chapter 3 - Picked Up By Steve 
   Chapter 4 – Surprising Chat With My Grandmother
   Chapter 5 – Memories of Steve
   Chapter 6 – Last Time Before His Vows
   Chapter 7 – Sharing With Sharon
   Chapter 8 – First Time After His Vows
   Chapter 9 – Steve’s Best Man


Chapter 1 - Persuading My Daddy 
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I was just starting summer break after finishing my sophomore year in college 
when I opened up a fancy envelope in my mail and almost fainted when I saw what 
it was – an invitation to Steve's wedding! The wedding was to be held in a 
Chicago suburb where his fiancι was from which worked out good for me since my 
grandmother lived not far away.  I don't have a car and my parents weren't going 
to drive eight to nine hours one-way for a short weekend so somehow I had to 
convince my dad to buy me a ticket to fly there.  Fortunately I knew there was 
always one way to ensure he would say yes...

That day my dad was watching TV, sitting back in his Lazy-Boy drinking a cold 
glass of ice water.  It was a hot day and even though the air-conditioning was 
taking care of things he was still wearing nothing but the gym shorts he had on 
while doing some yard work earlier.  My mom was getting supper ready upstairs in 
the kitchen and I knew the time was perfect to "persuade" my dad to buy me that 
plane ticket.

I went to my dresser and pulled out my favorite bikini – a skimpy string thong 
which was more string than thong.  The only actual material was three triangles 
of jet black clothe that covered my pussy and nipples but not a whole lot more.  
The bottoms had nothing but string in the back meaning I was essentially nude 
for all it covered and although it may not have been the most comfortable 
feeling to running around with a string up the crack of my ass, I wore it 
because I knew guys loved it.  My dad called it "Kelly's slut bikini" but I knew 
he loved seeing me in it as much as anyone.  I actually only wore it at home 
when I wanted to turn him or my uncles on as I knew the public pool would throw 
me out if I dared trying to wear it there!

I pulled my hair back into a ponytail which I knew made me look a good year 
younger than I did with it down and looked at myself over in the mirror.  I was 
just starting to get a good summer tan and my boobs were definitely looking 
better than ever before - I just wished they hadn't taken so long to get there!  
I had always been jealous of those girls who got their boobs when they were 
fourteen – or younger while it seemed I was going to be an A cup for the rest of 
life at one point.  I ran my hand down between my legs and shivered as my 
fingers passed over my clit.  Mmmmmm, I couldn't wait to feel my dad's cock 
there!

As I headed downstairs I passed by the kitchen to get to the basement door.  My 
mom looked over from the stove and smiled at me.

"Hey girl," she called, "Supper will be ready soon so whatever mischief you have 
in mind for your father you better get going and do it quick!"

I smiled at her and gave her a thumbs-up as I turned to go to the basement.  She 
knew me well enough to know exactly what I was planning to do, even if she 
didn't know why.  After all, why else would a daughter be heading off to see her 
father dressed in nothing but a skimpy bikini?

When I got down to the family room I quickly ran over to my father's chair and 
jumped into his lap, my legs straddling him in his chair as I wrapped my arms 
around his neck and kissed him.  He may have been a bit surprised by my sudden 
appearance but he quickly recovered and grabbed my ass with his big hands while 
his tongue met mine in a passionate kiss.  I kissed him the way most girls only 
kiss their closest boyfriend, a fervent act of love to a father from an adoring 
daughter. Eventually I pulled back and looked down at him with a huge smile on 
my face.

"Oh daddy, I love you so much!" I said in a little girl voice which I knew never 
failed to turn him on.

My dad laughed saying, "Alright, alright, tell me what's going on because I have 
this suspicious feeling you want something from me!"

I gave him a pouting look. "Oh daddy, now why do you say that?  Can't a daughter 
just show her daddy how much she loves him?" I wiggled my bare butt so it ground 
into his crotch and I could feel his dick already starting to respond.  I gave 
him a sly look saying, "Mmmmmm, and it feels like daddy loves his daughter too.  
Hmmmmm, I wonder how are you going to show her how much you love her?"

Without waiting for a response, I leaned back just enough to allow my hand to 
slip under the waistband of his shorts and I could feel the thick thatch of 
coarse pubic hair that surrounded his cock and balls.  I toyed with his hair and 
twisted it around my fingers like I do with my own hair sometimes.  I gradually 
moved further down until I was able to hold it his dick in my hand.  My 
heartbeat quickened as I felt him getting harder by the minute as I slowly 
stroked him and as I did I licked my lips in anticipation of what I knew was 
going to happen next.

"Oh fuck Kelly," he moaned, "I don't know what you want this time but I always 
love the way you ask for something."

His cock was good and hard as I worked it through the opening in his shorts.  I 
pulled my bottom over to the side and lifted myself over his cock until it was 
positioned just under my little pussy.  His hands were still on my ass, 
squeezing it and helping my keep my balance.

"So you wanna fuck me daddy?" I asked, still using my little girl voice.  It was 
really one of the stupidest questions I could ask as I knew with 100% confidence 
how he would answer but I still loved to hear him say it.  I wanted to hear my 
daddy tell me he wanted me in the most intimate and personal way possible.  I 
wanted to be reassured that I turned him on so much that he wanted to fuck me, 
his only daughter, more than anything else at that moment.  He had never failed 
me in the past and he certainly wasn't going to today.

"Oh my god Kelly, you're so beautiful and sexy.  You're the most wonderful, the 
most loving daughter a father could ever ask for.  You know I want nothing more 
right now than to have you slide down onto my cock."  He stopped to groan as I 
responded to the invitation by dropping down until his cock was just started to 
push against my pussy, trying to violate his child's cunt. "Yea baby, that's it, 
take me into you.  Mmmmmm, fuck my dick like a good daughter should.  Fuck your 
daddy's dick!"

Well, if letting your father fuck you makes you a good daughter, then I was an 
outstanding one.  For four years now I had been giving myself to my dad, letting 
him fuck me literally anytime and anywhere he asked.  I can't think of a single 
time when I had turned him down or refused something that he wanted me to do.  
Many times he fucked me in his office with everyone there just outside the door!  
Not long ago he even had me and my cousin fuck some of his clients.  He told 
them that we were dirty street whores he had hired to entertain them.  I know he 
especially loved it the fact that he could fuck us in front of them without 
having them knowing that he was fucking his own daughter and niece.

As I lowered myself down I slowly twisted my hips in a circle as if I was 
screwing his cock into me.  Well, I guess that is why they call it screwing!  I 
don't think I will ever tire of the feeling I get whenever a man enters me for 
the first time when we fuck.  My pussy feels like it is being spread apart and I 
can feel the head pressing its way into me like a big fat worm trying to tunnel 
into the earth.  I can feel the pressure of his cock in me, feeling like I am 
being stuffed full by this hard warm invader.  Deeper and deeper I let him into 
me, feeling his cock more and more within me as the sensation of his cock 
filling my pussy worked it way up from the bottom of my crotch towards my 
stomach.

My father doesn't have the biggest cock in the world but it still feels 
wonderful whenever it is all inside of me.  My ass was grinding into his shorts 
as my pussy bottomed out against the base of his cock.  I moaned loudly as I 
started to hump his cock, lifting myself up and then dipping back down on it.  
It was good to be able to control the pace and penetration while I fucked him. 
"Yes daddy, fuck me!" I cried out.  "I want your cum in me.  Please daddy, cum 
in me!"

My dad grunted as he lifted his hips up to meet me when I dropped down on his 
rock hard cock, trying to drive himself even deeper into me with each stroke.  
Sometimes we would fuck for hours in various positions and places with me 
sucking him at times and him eating my pussy.  Tonight though I was in a bit of 
a hurry knowing my mom had supper almost ready to it was going to be was just an 
old-fashioned fucking – nothing fancy or wild as his cock fucked me while my 
pussy grabbed him, trying desperately to drive him over the edge until he 
couldn't hold back any longer.

My boobs bounced as I fucked my daddy and I leaned forward so he could take them 
in his mouth.  I pulled my bikini up so he could take my bare nipple in his 
mouth and I put one hand under each boob and alternated them to his mouth.  He 
sucked hard in my nipples and between that sensation and his cock ramming in and 
out of me I quickly came.  I dropped my head back and let out a loud yell.

"OH GOD DADDY!" I cried out. "FUCK ME DADDY, FUCK ME!"

My pussy clamped down on his cock as my orgasm surged through me.  I held it in 
me, circling my hips around it as I gripped it like a vise with my cunt.  The 
harder I cum the harder I grab a guy's cock.  Some guys have actually had to ask 
me to not grab them so tight because it hurt their cocks! My pussy cum poured 
down over him, soaking his shorts as I ground my dripping pussy into them.

God I was in heaven! My wonderful dad was fucking me, I was cumming hard, and 
there was nothing better than this! Just as my orgasm began to settle down I 
could feel his cock swelling and I knew he was about to cum in me.  I loved it 
when my dad came in me, filling me with his most precious gift he gave only to 
those few women he loved.  To be joined together as we were, both physically and 
mentally, and then to feel him deposit a part of him within me was the truest 
expression of his love for me the I could ever ask for.

"Please cum in me daddy," I begged, "Fill your daughter with your love!  Give me 
your love daddy.  Oh please, show me how much you want me, show me how much you 
love me."

He suddenly jerked upwards. "Oh yea, take it slut," he grunted, "Oh fuck……. Oh 
yea, I'm cumming now Kelly!"

Cum he did.  The first load was huge and I could feel it surging from his cock 
deep inside of me creating a hot flash deep inside my womb as my father's cum 
filled his daughter's starving pussy.  Again and again he released his love into 
me.  I dreamed so often of this prized moment.

This was the time when my dad truly showed me in a physical way how much he 
loved me, how much he lusted for me, how much he wanted me in that special way 
only he could.  Feeling my dad cum in me, knowing my own father was giving me 
the most personal and precious gift he had, made me feel more loved than any 
daughter deserved.  He could give me anything else, presents, money or whatever 
and it meant nothing in comparison to how I felt when his cock surged inside of 
me.

When he had finished, he collapsed in the chair in exhaustion and I sat in his 
lap with his throbbing cock still in me.  Now and then he would twitch and I 
could feel him move slightly inside of me.  I kissed him again and we held the 
kiss for the longest time until suddenly our moment of bliss was interrupted by 
a voice calling down from upstairs.

"Hey you two sex fiends!" my mother called down the stairway, "Finish whatever 
deviant things you are doing and get you here.  Supper's ready."

We smiled at each other like two kids sharing a secret as I reluctantly lifted 
myself up and off of his cock.  I would have rather sat there all night, waiting 
for him to get hard again and fucking me over and over.  Well, it wasn't going 
to happen tonight so I got up off from the chair and then leaned over him, 
taking his limp wet cock in my mouth and licking it to clean off the mixture of 
our cum that was covering it.

Mmmmmm it tasted so good!  I loved the taste of a man's cum and I especially 
loved the flavor of my pussy so mixing the two together made for a succulent 
taste I wished I could bottle! His cock was still sensitive from our fucking and 
he jumped as I sucked briefly on it.

"Damn Kelly," he moaned, "You have simply got to stop or else I'll have to fuck 
you again and you know what your mother would say."

I would have gladly let him do it but like he said, I knew my mom would be 
pissed if we ruined her supper so I stood up and adjusted my bikini bottom.  My 
dad's shorts had a big wet spot in the front now and it looked like he had an 
accident but I knew that was the last thing he was concerned about.  I gave him 
a kiss on the cheek and giggled as I turned and ran up the stairs ahead of him, 
wiggling my butt suggestively for him to watch.

I sat down at the kitchen table and my dad soon joined me as my mother served 
supper.  I was still so excited from the fucking my dad had just given me that I 
squirmed around on my chair like a four year-old that has to go to the bathroom. 
My dad still had the wet spot in the crotch of his shorts so it didn't take a 
Harvard graduate to figure out what we had been doing!

My mom looked at both of us and laughed saying, "Well, from the stink of sex 
coming from the two of you and Kelly's non-stop squirming I would say you two 
must have had a good time.  Hmmmmm, Kelly wasn't down there that long John so I 
take it she must have really been horny tonight judging from the way she came on 
your shorts!"

I beamed at that, knowing that yes indeed I had been horny for my dad and the 
proof of my dad's love for me was in the cum I could feel leaking from my pussy.

"So Kelly," my dad said after we prayed and started eating, "I know that you 
just didn't come down to let me fuck you no matter what you say.  Not that I 
would ever want to discourage you but c'mon, you have something up your sleeve 
so spill it girl, what's the story?"

I sighed deeply but after all, this WAS why I fucked him tonight so I explained 
about the invitation to Steve's wedding and begged my dad to let me fly there. I 
was even ready to get under the table and "persuade" him more if I had to but my 
parents just looked at each other and shrugged.  He agreed and I squealed with 
delight, hugging and kissing them both. Immediately after supper I got on-line 
to book my flight.


Chapter 2 - Flying Sucks 
========================

The next day I mailed my RSVP and Steve called me a few days later.  We arranged 
it so he would pick me up at O'Hare and take me to my grandmother's to stay so I 
wouldn't have to pay for a hotel room.  It was only a couple weeks before the 
wedding so I didn't have much time to look for a dress but by the fateful 
weekend I was ready with a hot dress and numerous masturbation sessions behind 
me as I dreamed of the times I had with Steve.

My mom drove me to the airport since my dad was working. She dropped me off at 
the departures area and since I had already checked in on-line I headed straight 
for the gate.   When I got to the security area I was amazed at the hassle I had 
to go through.  The last time I had flown was almost eight years ago when my 
parents and I went to Florida for a vacation.  Things certainly are different 
now!

What really pissed me off though was the extra search they put me through after 
I went through the metal detector.  Even though nothing went off some older 
woman in a uniform pulled me over and claimed I had been selected "randomly" for 
a more thorough search.  I was wearing a pair of jeans that I had to lay on my 
bed and pull as hard a I can with both hands to get them on.  They were so tight 
I couldn't put anything in the pockets and with no panties you could see the 
outline of my ass perfectly and even my pussy lips if I spread my legs. On top I 
had on my favorite pink cami which was also skin tight and left no doubt as to 
the fact I wasn't wearing a bra either.  Where in the world was I going to hide 
anything in this outfit!

Needless to say, the ridiculousness of the situation meant nothing to this nazi 
woman who insisted that she had to run her hands over practically every square 
inch of me.  When she rubbed up between my legs I had a brief thought about this 
could be the start of some porn movie episode where they led me off for a more 
"private" search but it was soon over. She handed me my boarding pass and it was 
off to the gate for me.

When I got to the gate it was packed.  It seemed everyone in Pittsburgh was 
heading to Chicago!  Finally the gate attendant started to call off rows for 
boarding and I joined the line to get on board.  When I approached my seat I 
realized I was stuck in a center seat between two men, both looking to be 
business guys maybe in their thirties or early forties.

I excused myself and asked the guy in the aisle seat if I could get in.  The guy 
was reading some report and at first he had a look of exasperation as he 
realized his empty middle seat was about to be filled.  Then he looked up at me 
and I almost laughed at the transformation as he smiled and his eyes traveled up 
and down me in a quick survey.  From the way he looked at my chest I knew he was 
a boob man and with me not having a bra on something told me I knew where his 
eyes were going to be the whole flight!

I sat down between them and buckled myself in, trying not to appear too pleased 
at the attention I was getting.  The flight was short so I just read the airline 
magazine and listened to some music.  I found myself daydreaming and imagining 
myself pretending to be sleeping while each of the guys next to me started to 
let their hands wander over my legs until lone was brave enough to slip between 
them and feel the warmth of my pussy.

I dreamed of waking up and smiling at them and giving them both a hand-job to 
the utter disgust of the matronly flight attendant.  Unfortunately with a full 
flight there was no way anything was going to happen like that so I just dreamed 
and felt myself getting hornier until finally we reached Chicago.  It was a good 
thing it wasn't a longer flight or I would have had to slip into the toilet and 
take care of something!

As we were standing up to leave the plane I pressed my ass into the guy's crotch 
behind me and wiggled it just enough to let him know it wasn't an accident.  I 
never looked back at him but he didn't pull back!  I bet he had some wild dreams 
that night as he masturbated and thought of initiating me into the mile-high 
club!


Chapter 3 – Picked Up By Steve
==============================

At the airport I my luggage was the last to come off the ramp and I hurried out 
to the curb to wait for Steve, hoping he hadn't given up on me after my long 
wait for the luggage.  Suddenly I heard someone call out my name and I turned to 
see someone approaching me.  I vaguely recognized the face but the rest of him 
was a total stranger.  My god had Steve ever changed!  He was no longer a skinny 
and short sixteen year old teenager boy.  The MAN running up to me was tall (he 
must have been over sex feet) and VERY handsome with a body that had obviously 
been a frequent visitor to the gym. He ran up until he was by me and stopped a 
couple of feet away and looked me over with a big grin on his face.

"Kelly?" he said with an inquisitive look on his face.  I nodded, not sure what 
to say and he continued, "Damn, you have certainly grown up.  Wow!  Look at you 
girl!"

I must have flushed a bit because I could feel my face getting warmer. "Hi 
Steve, I almost didn't recognize you.  God, you have changed a bit yourself."  I 
laughed nervously, "I seem to remember being the same height as you and 
now... well now you're head and shoulders taller!"

What I didn't say was that now he also had the body of stud and I couldn't help 
but wonder what else had grown on him. Steve's cock was the fist one I ever 
sucked and it had pierced my virginity so I guess I was still a bit biased when 
I recalled the size of it. Somehow I had a feeling I wouldn't need to inflate my 
memories today with it.

We then hugged and I was a bit disappointed he didn't kiss me.  It was over 5 
years since we had last seen each other and I guess over that time I had many a 
dream about how we would meet again someday.  There were so many times I would 
be playing with myself in bed imagining how he would sweep me off my feet and 
kiss me with all the passion of a long-lost lover.

I don't need to say what I imagined happened next but it certainly wasn't this 
rather platonic greeting that was happening now in real life. I was thrilled to 
see Steve but I was reminded of why I was here.  He was getting married so there 
was someone else in his life now.  Well, he may love her but I knew deep down he 
had to remember fucking me.  I wasn't his first but I was now determined to show 
him I was his best.

Steve had parked in the garage when I didn't show up so he could go inside to 
see if I had made it.  When we got back to his car he tossed my luggage into the 
trunk and we drove to my grandma's house.  Along the way we exchanged small talk 
and it was a bit awkward given it had been almost a year since we had even 
talked and many more since we had been face-to-face.

Steve was obviously in love though with Cindy, his bride, and as much as I was 
happy for him I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy.  Thankfully Steve 
was the first to open the door to the subject I knew we both wanted to talk 
about but I wasn't sure how to initiate the discussion.

"You know Kelly, there are still times when I think of you.  I mean, Cindy's 
great and I love her to death but I will never forget the times we had back 
then.  It's hard today to believe you were barely out of eighth grade when we 
did it that first time!"

I smiled and nodded my head.  "Yea, those were some great times!"

The rest of the way home we reminisced about some of the things we had done 
together.  We laughed at some of the more crazy antics and both of us reminded 
the other what ridiculous chances we had taken at times.   I found that while I 
enjoyed our conversation, at the same time it was difficult sitting in the front 
seat with him like just any other passenger.

Thoughts of what I use to do when we drove around kept coming to my head and my 
pussy was getting hot and wet as I looked at him now.  He had grown into such a 
handsome man and I could see from the rise in his pants that my earlier 
suspicions about how the rest of him had grown were correct!  Six years ago I 
would have been unzipping his jeans and pulling it out but today all I could do 
was imagine how wonderful it would be.

We finally arrived at my grandmother's home and he leaned over to give me a 
quick kiss on the cheek as I got ready to exit the car.

"It's great to see ya again Kelly. See you at the wedding!" he called out to me 
as I closed the door behind me.


Chapter 4 – Surprising Chat With My Grandmother
===============================================

As he drove away I started to wonder if this was all such a good idea.  Talking 
to Steve on the way home had just reminded me of the incredible times we had 
together and had opened some old wounds from when he left me that had taken 
years to heal.  Like most memories, perhaps I was guilty of inflating the good 
and pushing aside the bad times.

I caught myself questioning myself, wondering if it had really been as great as 
I remembered it or were these just the memories of a young teenage girl 
infatuated with her first lover?  Was I setting myself up to ruin all those 
memories?

I started to wonder if maybe I should have just stayed home and left things the 
way they were.  Seeing Steve in love with another girl was turning out to be so 
much harder than I had ever dreamed it would be.

In my heart I had to admit a small part of me had been hoping that when he saw 
me again he would want to leave his bride to have me back.  I knew one thing for 
sure, THAT wasn't going to happen.  Hard as it was for me to accept, Steve was 
about to marry a girl he loved – and it wasn't me.

I spent the rest of the evening sitting on the couch chatting with my grandma.  
It was certainly an interesting discussion as it had been years since I had not 
stayed alone with her since I was a young girl. She was surprisingly curious 
about my sex life and at first I wasn't sure how to respond so I just talked 
about some old boyfriends and such, same as I would if anyone else.  After a 
while though she sat back in the couch and turned to face me with an odd smile 
on her face.

"So tell me Kelly, how was it seeing Steve again?  I imagine you must have had 
some conflicting feelings meeting the guy who first fucked you knowing he is 
about to be married."

My eyes widened and I had to consciously close my open mouth after hearing that 
question!  My grandmother had never discussed sex like this with me before plus 
I had never heard her use that type of language.  She looked at me and laughed 
softly at my obvious discomfort.

"Oh don't look so surprised Kelly," she said in a low soothing voice while she 
took my hand in hers, "When you started having sex that she called me the next 
day to tell me all about it.  She was so proud of you and has kept me updated 
ever since.  My oh my but you've been quite a busy young girl!"

"Well..," I stammered, "Mom never mentioned THAT to me."

My grandma held my hand with both of hers. "Kelly, you know what your mom did 
with your grandfather and I know what she and your father do with you today.  
You must understand that it doesn't bother me so long as you're happy.  I always 
supported your grandfather and even though it wasn't something I wanted to 
participate in, it was wonderful to see how close your mother and her sister 
became with their father once they started having sex. I have to admit I was 
even jealous at times when I saw that look in his eyes when they came in the 
room dressed in their bikinis or skimpy nightgowns.  Has it been that way for 
you?"

We spent the rest of the evening talking about sex within our family.  My mom 
had told me a lot about her teen years including how she had been fucked for the 
first time by her dad when she was fourteen and then bringing her twelve year 
old sister Linda to him shortly afterwards.  I had been sixteen when my dad 
first had me and I confided to my grandma that it was my biggest regret, so far 
as sex with my dad went, that I had not given my father the most precious gift I 
was born with - my virginity.

The one thing my mom had not talked a lot about though was how my grandma had 
been through those years.  I did know she had never even once had sex with her 
daughters but yet she had encouraged the two sisters to satisfy their dad's 
needs.  Other than that my mom had not said much more so this night I was 
learning a LOT more!  At one point I couldn't resist any more so I asked her why 
she had never joined in.  My grandma smiled and shook her head slowly.

"Well Kelly, I was raised in a very strict home so I guess despite everything I 
have never gotten that brainwashing out of my head.  I truly have never wanted 
to have sex with a girl, not even in a fantasy so I must not be wired the same 
way you are.  To have sex with my daughters was even less imaginable then and 
still is.  It's not some sort of moral issue; after all I loved watching Bill as 
he fucked our daughters because I knew they could satisfy him in ways I 
couldn't.  I couldn't blame him for wanting to have sex with two beautiful 
teenagers who were somehow hornier than hell 99% of the time. We knew they were 
doing each other anyway so why not let him indulge? I was also happy that he did 
it with our daughters and kept it in the family rather than seeing other women."

Listening to her talk I couldn't help but feel a bit horny. She told me about 
some of the places my mom and grandpa had fucked and how exciting it was 
especially when she and my aunt were still young and eager to learn and do new 
things.  I couldn't help but laugh as she described how shamelessly sexy they 
could be at times in front of their father.  At least I knew where my sex genes 
had come from!

As she kept talking her face became flushed a bit and I was a bit shocked at 
first to realize that talking about all of this was turning her on as much as it 
was me.

"So Grandma, do you like to think about those days?" I asked, knowing the answer 
but wanting to hear her say it.

She sighed and closed her eyes. "Oh yes Kelly, I miss Bill so much.  I'm sure if 
he was still here tonight that he would be wanting to have sex with you as well.  
He always talked about you as you were growing up and I know he couldn't wait to 
have you.  There were times when you stayed here back then that he would go off 
to our bedroom and masturbate to relieve the sexual tension in him that built 
whenever you sat oh his lap or pranced about in your little bikinis. Frankly, 
looking at you now I can imagine watching him fucking you on the floor in front 
of me and I have to admit that it makes me more than just a little bit excited."

Her eyes were still closed as one of her hands slipped away from mine and I 
watched as she opened her robe and reached down to her pussy and started to rub 
herself. Oh my god!  My own grandmother was masturbating right in front of me!  
She was 62 and still looked good for her age but it still was a bit unnerving at 
first.

After the initial shock wore off though I found that seeing an older woman 
masturbating next to me on the couch was one of the more erotic things I had 
witnessed in a long time! It didn't hurt that my grandma was really getting into 
it!

"Oh Kelly," she moaned softly, "Tell me how you would want your grandpa to fuck 
you."

Well, this evening was certainly turning into something different than I had 
ever expected!  Not to be outdone by a woman three times my age, I undressed 
quickly and laid back against the end of the couch.

I spread my legs and started to touch myself as I watched my grandmother 
fantasizing about me fucking the husband she missed so much.  She slid down the 
couch a bit and spread her legs wide as both hands went to work on her hairy 
pussy.

I started "talking" to my grandpa, telling him how much I loved his cock and how 
bad I wanted him to fuck me with it.  Although I would have loved for her to 
watch me as well, my grandmother's eyes stayed closed for the entire time we 
masturbated together, even when I cried out as I imagined him cumming in me.

She came several times, humping her hips violently into her hand as she 
whispered for him to fuck me and to cum in me.  Then she told me to please my 
grandfather, to be a good granddaughter for him.  As for myself, I had two of 
the most incredible orgasms watching my grandmother getting off as I fantasized 
for her about my grandfather fucking me.

I would have loved to have kneeled in front of her and tasted her pussy cum but 
I respected her feelings about that and somehow found the willpower not to even 
try, probably more because I didn't want to hear her say no more than anything 
else.

When we both had finished she took me in her arms and held my naked body tight 
against her. Her robe had come off long before and it felt strange to be naked 
against my grandmother. She sighed and looked at me with such love in her eyes.

"Oh Kelly, thank you for that.  You have no idea how much I needed it.  Mmmmmm, 
I remember holding your mother like this after we would masturbate together. I 
felt so close to her when we shared that experience, just as I feel now with 
you. You're a wonderful daughter and granddaughter!"

Well, we certainly were closer now than we had ever been or I had ever dreamed I 
would be – physically as well as emotionally. We laid like that for a while 
longer before going to bed. That night I masturbated for the longest time, 
cumming several times.



Chapter 5 – Memories of Steve
=============================

At first I couldn't help but imagine what might have happened tonight if my 
grandfather was still alive.  God what an evening this would have been! My 
grandpa had died years ago and my memories were a bit vague but I could still 
imagine how erotic it would have been to feel his cock entering my pussy for the 
first time while my grandmother watched, encouraging us and masturbating as her 
husband fucked his young granddaughter's tight pussy.

Then my thoughts turned to the first time Steve fucked me, tearing away my 
virginity as his cock entered where no other had gone before.  Then I dreamed 
again of some of the times and places we had done it afterwards.

We shared so many first-time experiences, at least for me.  There was the night 
in the movie theater when I first sucked his cock and tasted his hot sperm for 
the first time.  I knew I loved sucking his cock from the start but never would 
I have believed what my craving for cock and cum would drive me to later!

After Steve there were not many boys I went out with who I didn't suck before 
the evening was over and those few I never dated again.  Although I loved 
sucking their cocks, I wouldn't let the majority of them touch me and even fewer 
ever got to fuck me but I love giving blowjobs and as long as he is clean that 
is all it takes to convince me.  It wasn't long after I started sucking him 
before that fateful day in his basement where I gave him my virginity. 

We fucked like horny rabbits after that, two and three times a day sometimes, 
everywhere we could.  Nothing was sacred when it came to fucking – he even did 
me on the church altar once and another time in the pastor's study on his desk.  
We loved being a bit naughty when we had sex to make it fun and exciting like 
when he fucked me on a school swing set where anyone could have stopped by and 
seen us.

I smiled as my fingers caressed my swollen clit as I recalled teasing his 
brother and then fucking him later on.  His sister Sharon and I were good 
friends and she loved to hear about what her brother did to me, especially since 
she wanted him to do it to her as well. That never happened so far as I know but 
she did spend an evening with us when she shot my first set of nude photos while 
Steve watched.

I finally fell asleep, totally exhausted after hours of masturbating and cumming 
more times than I could remember. The sheets were soaked but I didn't care, it 
was my cum anyway. The next morning I slept in and didn't get up until after 
10:00AM.  I quickly got up, threw on a t-shirt, and went to the kitchen to have 
breakfast with my grandmother.  She smiled at me as I sat down at the table.

"Good morning Kelly," she greeted me, "Just so you know, my clit is sore this 
morning from the workout I gave it last night but it was well worth it.  You are 
such a sweetie.  I can't believe how much you remind me of your mother when she 
was around your age."

I gave her a devilish smile and said, "Well you know Grandma, I could always 
lick it and make it feel better."  As soon as I said it I couldn't believe that 
I had but fortunately she just laughed and sat down across from me.

"Well, you certainly are your mother's daughter," she laughed, "She was always 
after me that way as well.  Much as it I am sure it would feel good, I'll take 
care if it but thanks for the offer."

I couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment.  I had woken up incredibly 
horny and could have easily jumped into bed with her if she hadn't been making 
breakfast already.  Oh well, I guess I would have to see what opportunities came 
up (literally) today to relieve myself. After breakfast I hurried upstairs to 
shower and get myself ready.  I would have given anything to have the door open 
and my grandmother step into the shower with me.

I masturbated in the shower thinking of her hands moving over me, exploring 
another woman's breasts and pussy for the first time after all those years of 
just watching.  A mild orgasm filled me as I stood in the hot shower stream. I 
imagining her cumming as I licked her pussy which hadn't been fucked in so many 
years.  Then I thought of how my mother must have stood in this same shower when 
she was a teenager, doing the same thing I was now as she dreamed of being more 
intimate with her mother.  I felt a tingle between my legs as I imagined her and 
my aunt going at it in this same shower and my grandfather would open the shower 
door and join them.  Mmmmmm, there were times I wish I had a sister.  Kristi, my 
cousin, was about as close as anyone could be but seeing my mom and aunt 
together I knew there was a bond between sisters that not even cousins could 
share.

The wedding wasn't until 2:00PM but I wanted to get there a bit early to see 
Steve and his family.  I had brought with me my new slinky peach colored dress 
with spaghetti straps that clung to me like saran wrap.  I loved the feel of the 
material against me and without a bra it outlined my boobs perfectly and my 
perky nipples showed through nicely.   I figured I didn't know anyone at the 
wedding besides Steve and his family so I may as well look as good as I could.  
The dress was so short that it barely covered my ass so I pulled on a matching 
peach thong that tried valiantly to cover my pussy but failed at hiding much of 
anything else.

The last touch was a matching set of three inch spike heels that showed off my 
legs and ass as well as possible.  Grabbing a tiny purse that held just my 
driver's license and more importantly, my dad's credit card, I went out to the 
living room where my grandma was watching TV.  She turned and grinned as she 
looked at me.

"Oh yes, I see your mother so much in you now." she said. "I remember her and 
Linda going out on dates looking like two little whores.  They use to drive the 
poor guys crazy."

I imagined my mother at my age, dressing in her slutttiest clothes to go out 
with my dad.  In reality, when she was my age they were married and had me but 
that didn't stop me from fantasizing about it.

She laughed then and looked at me with a grin, "Somehow I doubt you picked out 
that dress planning to keep it on for long!"

"Oh grandma!" I said with a fake pout, secretly pleased she had read my motives.


Chapter 6 - Last Time Before His Vows 
=====================================

My grandmother was letting me borrow her car so I left and drove off to the 
wedding.  Even after the shower I was still horny and having my grandmother tell 
me about my mom hadn't helped things.  My dress was so short that it kept 
wanting to ride up my thighs as I drove.  It seemed there was a stoplight every 
block and all of them red so I had plenty of opportunities to tug it back down.

As I drove, thoughts of my parents kept flashing through my mind and I found 
myself imagining my mother in the car with my dad on a date, dressed in a dress 
even sluttier than the one I had on now.  I had no doubt she put on a pretty 
good show for my dad and probably for the people in the cars around them as 
well.

At the next light I stopped and decided to put the time waiting to better use so 
instead of tugging at the hem I pulled my dress up even higher until it was up 
to my stomach and I was sitting bare-ass on the leather seat except for my thin 
thong.  I pulled it over to the side so I could get my finger on my clit 
directly.  Tracing my finger from my clit down to my pussy hole I felt the 
wetness of my cunt and I dragged the moisture up to make my clit slippery.  
Suddenly red lights weren't so bad!

Even with the heavy traffic it was only about thirty minutes before I arrived at 
the church during which time I masturbated most of the way, finishing myself off 
in the church parking lot before I got out.  

I was still plenty early and when I went inside everyone was scurrying about 
getting things ready.  Looking around I saw Sharon, Steve's sister and my long 
lost friend and we hugged each other.

Steve's mom greeted me as well and looking at her my thoughts instantly flashed 
back to that day in their living room when she "caught" Steve fucking me and 
then to my total surprise she joined in and let him fuck her!  She was all 
flustered about something to do with the ceremony so we exchanged a quick "Hi!" 
and that was about it.

Sharon and I left the noisy bridal room and sat off together on a couch in a 
lounge area of the church where we tried to catch up on the six years that had 
passed since they had moved away.

A little later Steve came by and joined us.  I guess being the groom at a 
wedding isn't as hectic as being the bride because he said for the moment there 
wasn't anything he needed to do but wait around and look pretty.  Sharon and I 
both laughed at that one but looking at him he really did look hot in his fitted 
black tux.

I gave Sharon with an inquisitive look and winked but she just shook her head 
and smiled ruefully.  As usual Steve missed that exchange entirely but I knew 
what it meant.  Sharon had always had a thing for her brother and I was 
wondering if she had ever made her dreams come true.  Well, evidently not from 
her cheerless response.

Steve took my hand and motioned for me to stand up, telling Sharon that he need 
to show me something.  Sharon just grinned and didn't say a word but from the 
look on her face she knew exactly what was going to happen.  Hopefully she was 
right as I was also thinking about the groom in some nasty ways his bride would 
not have approved of! 

I followed Steve to a room off a deserted hallway in the church and he silently 
shut the door behind us.  There wasn't a lock but I doubted anyone would be 
coming back to this out of the way part of the church any time soon. 

Steve looked at me at smiled saying, "Kelly, all I could think about after I 
dropped you off last night were those times we had together.  Cindy would kill 
me for this but I simply can't get married without having you one last time."

Wow!  I couldn't believe what he was saying.  Not that I was upset or anything 
by it but rather just the opposite - I couldn't believe my wildest dream was 
about to come true.  I was actually going to be the last girl he fucked before 
he got married; and at the church he was soon to be married in to boot!

I know there are people who would condemn me for doing something as deceitful as 
this but honestly I didn't feel even an ounce of guilt. After all he wasn't 
married yet so there were no vows to break.  His bride would have him for the 
rest of her life so why should I be denied this one last chance to be fucked 
again by the guy who held my virginity?

Steve unzipped and unbuttoned his pants as I pulled my dress up to my waist and 
stepped out of my thong, leaving me bare-bottomed with my dress bunched up under 
my boobs. Fortunately the material was the type that didn't wrinkle so I left it 
on rather than fooling around with taking it off and then later having to get 
back into it again – not at easy task!  I felt my pussy heating up and my mouth 
going dry as he pulled his cock out from his pants.  Wow!  He really HAD grown 
up!

Steve stroked his cock as I knelt in front of him and took it in my hand.  He 
was already almost two hands long and my hand barely went around the thick shaft 
– and he was STILL growing!  He put his hands on my head and moved me towards 
his engorged cock until it was pressing against my mouth.  I opened my lips and 
allowed his head to enter my waiting mouth.

Instantly I was transported back to the dark movie theater where I tasted this 
same cock for the first time so long ago.  Damn, if it had been this big back 
then I would have probably been too scared to suck it!  I started to suck it, 
rubbing my tongue around it as I did, taking a bit more if him into my mouth 
with each stroke.

Steve started fucking my mouth, swinging his hips to drive himself in and out of 
it. He was so big now I was having a hard time getting him in all in but if 
there was one thing I knew with all certainty and that was that today he was 
going to be all the way in my mouth one way or another!  I relaxed my throat and 
let the smooth head press its way down into it, driving into my throat as he 
groaned from the pleasure it gave him.

For a moment I thought I would gag but my many hours of practice saved me and I 
soon had all of his cock in my mouth with my face pressed up against his crotch.  
His coarse, thick pubic hair trickled my cheeks and I could smell some cologne 
on him but it was being overwhelmed by the muskiness of his sex that was being 
released by his lust for me.  I couldn't breath with his cock down my throat so 
I had to let him out but I deep-throated him several times that way before I 
heard that old familiar groan.

When we fucked years before I always knew when he was going to cum from his 
distinctive groan and I was thrilled that he still did the same thing.  I 
wondered for a moment if he did that with Cindy but seconds later my thoughts 
were brought back from this tangent as he jerked and I felt the first stream of 
his creamy cum striking the back of my throat.  I didn't want any cum to get on 
me or my dress and I was sure he didn't want cum stains on his tux so I worked 
hard to keep his entire load in my mouth.  It wasn't easy though as not only had 
his cock grown over the years, but the load he delivered was much larger than he 
had in the past as well.  He even tasted the same as I remembered and I 
swallowed his cum just like I always did for him.

When he was finished I sucked every drop out of him that I could and then 
finally I released his cock from my mouth but kept my hand on it, stroking him 
to keep him hard.  He was so damn horny there was no way a single load was going 
to drain him and his cock was still as big as a horse as I smiled up at him with 
just a trace of his cum dripping out the corner of my mouth.

"Jesus Christ!" he gasped, "I had almost forgotten how damn good you were at 
that Kelly.  Fuck!  You are a natural born cocksucker!"

"Better than Cindy?" I asked with a impish grin.

"Better than ANYONE!" he exclaimed.  "She's NEVER given me a blowjob anything 
like that!"

I stood up and kissed him, my mouth still flavored with his slimy cum.  I used 
his cock like a leash as I led him to the desk in the back of the room.  This 
must have been a classroom for small kids because the chairs were all a bit 
smaller than normal and from the looks of the posters on the wall I guessed it 
was a fifth or sixth grade classroom.  I couldn't help but think about cool it 
would be if they were in here now, sitting in their chairs watching us fuck on 
their teacher's desk.  They were probably getting to the age when their hormones 
were starting to kick in and I bet they would have loved the show!  We got to 
the desk and I turned my thoughts back to the guy whose cock I was holding…….

"I'm glad you like your first wedding present Steve.  Now it's time open your 
next one," I said seductively, "C'mon and fuck me Steve... oh God I want you to 
fuck me again sooooooo badly.  Fuck me like you use to... PLEASE!"

I sat on the desk top with my cunt at the edge, legs spread wide open for him.  
I could tell from the look in his eyes he wanted me, that he wanted to violate 
my pussy once again with his huge cock, just like he had done so many times 
before.

Steve held his cock in one hand as he lifted my right leg up and over his 
shoulder which had the effect of lifting my butt up slightly and making it 
easier for him to enter me.  I gasped as I felt his big cock head pressing 
against my pussy hole, trying to force its way into me.  He rubbed it up and 
down and it slid between my wet pussy lips until it was poised at the entrance 
to my pussy like a train about to enter a tunnel.

"Fuck me Steve, oh PLEASE fuck me," I begged.  I wanted his cock in me so badly 
I wanted to just scream.   My pussy felt like it was on fire and I knew the only 
thing that could satisfy it was that thick hard piece of warm flesh I could feel 
pressing up against it.  He just held it there, driving me crazy with lust as I 
tried to lift my hips and drive him into me.  I knew he wanted to fuck me just 
as bad so it wouldn't be long before he couldn't hold off anymore.

Steve looked up and I heard him softly say, "Forgive me Cindy." 

Damn, I was so lost in my own pleasure I had forgotten for a moment where we 
were!  The lust in me grew even more if that was possible as I thought about his 
bride down the hall, getting ready to marry the man of her dreams, the same man 
who was getting ready to fuck his old girlfriend just minutes before pledging 
his life to her.  I would have loved for her to open the door and see her 
husband-to-be fucking me, seeing his wonderful cock entering me in the very 
church they were to be married in shortly.  YES! He was going to be standing at 
the altar in just an hour and here he was about to fuck me again like a young 
boy in heat!

Steve held back as long as he could but he'd never been able to say no to my 
pussy before and today was no exception. He pushed forward and I felt my pussy 
spread open and my legs parted even more as his big cock penetrated me.  God, I 
thought I was going to be split in two!  He was big but it felt great as he 
slowly slid deeper and deeper into my wet cunt.

I was so wet that as big as he was he still was able to slide into me easily and 
just as I was starting to wonder how far I could take him in the base of his 
cock pressed up  against my crotch and I knew he was all in me.  I was in heaven 
– my Steve was fucking me again after all these years!!

I looked down and saw his hairy crotch pressed tight up against my bare pussy.  
I thought back to the first time he was in me this way and how amazing it was 
then to realize that his cock was actually inside of me, surrounded by my pussy.  
Back then he didn't have nearly as much hair and my own pussy was covered with 
fuzzy new pubic hair which mixed with his longer coarse hair.  Today I could 
feel his bushy pubic hair tickling my bare skin around my cunt and it felt 
wonderful.

I loved to watch a man fuck me, to see his cock disappearing inside of me 
knowing that we were actually joined together as only a man and woman can be.  
For this moment we were one body as I gave everything to him that I had to give.  
Steve was soon pounding me, his breath getting faster and his strokes deeper and 
harder. Steve moaned and cried out so loud I was afraid someone might hear, "Oh 
fuck Kelly your cunt feels sooooooooo good.  Take my cum you little whore, take 
it all!"

While I freely admit to and in fact am proud to be a slut, I draw the line at 
being a whore but at that moment I wasn't going to argue.  He could call me 
anything he wanted right then and I wouldn't have dreamed of objecting.  All I 
knew was he was about to cum and I wanted it more than anything else.  It was 
only a couple more strokes before my wish came true as his cock jerked into me 
even deeper than anytime before and suddenly it was like a burst of heat inside 
of me as he came.

Even though he had just cum a few minutes before he still had quite a load this 
time around and I could feel him ramming his cock into me as deep as he could 
with each spasm.  He grunted each time his cock unloaded another stream of sperm 
into me and I threw my head back and moaned loudly as I came with him.  I didn't 
care who heard me at  that moment. I just knew my first love was cumming in me 
again, just as he had so many times before and it was so beautiful.

Finally his store of sperm was exhausted and he fell down over me on the desk, 
kissing me as my cunt jealously held onto his now spent cock.  I knew that from 
now on it would be Cindy's pussy that would enjoy this wonderful cock and I 
didn't want to give it up a moment before I had to.


Chapter 7 – Sharing With Sharon
===============================

Suddenly the door opened and for a brief second I thought we were in MAJOR 
trouble – or at least Steve was. 

"Hey you two, there's a wedding about to start and they need a groom!"

Thank god, it was Sharon.  I looked over at her and saw that she was taking in a 
nice view of her brother fucking an old girlfriend. I smiled at her and she 
smiled back, shaking her head with her hand to her mouth in mock disbelief.  
Steve pulled out of me quickly – too quickly as my pussy suddenly felt like it 
had a big hole in it that needed to be filled again.

I sat on the desk with my pussy dripping cum as Steve quickly rearranged 
himself.  His cock was still a bit big but hopefully by the time he made his way 
to the wedding party it would have calmed down a bit.  Besides, who would ever 
suspect that the groom had just fucked another girl? 

After he left Sharon came over and helped me to gather myself and fix my dress.  
She handed my some tissues saying, "Here, your pussy is dripping pretty bad.  
Damn, he must have really cum hard!"

I took the tissues and wiped myself off.  I got up and saw the desk was wet with 
my cum and there were spots of his cum where it had drained from me.  I looked 
at Sharon and we both grinned as the same thought came to us both so I left the 
cum on the desk and wondered if anyone would notice it later.  Putting on my 
thong, I knew it was going to probably get pretty wet sitting in the pews with 
me being this horny and no doubt there would be some of his cum leaking out of 
me but what else could I do?  Fortunately the material didn't show all that much 
so hopefully nobody should notice.  Then again...

Sharon broke my thoughts saying, "Well, I figured you wouldn't let him get 
married without one last fuck you naughty girl," Sharon still has a big grin 
going as she said, "Everyone was looking for Steve so it's a good thing I found 
you two first.  Can you imagine if someone from her family had!"

We giggled and left to rejoin the events.  On the way we stopped at the bride's 
room to see how things were going. I still hadn't met Cindy, Steve's fiancι, and 
when I saw her in a stunningly gorgeous wedding dress I had to admit to myself 
she was even more beautiful than he had described. At least he wasn't marrying 
some ugly fat girl. Sharon introduced me as an "old friend" and we exchanged 
perfunctory greetings. Obviously Steve had not told her about our past 
relationship or else she was great at concealing her emotions because she seemed 
to have no idea who I was.

Sharon and I left to take a seat in the sanctuary.  Sharon had invited me to sit 
next to her so I had a nice view of everything.  As I sat through the service I 
found myself wanting to cry and there were a few times some tears made their way 
down my face.  People probably thought I was just happy for the newlyweds but 
that wasn't the case at all.  Steve was getting married for god's sake!

Even though I knew in my heart I never would marry him, it was still tough to 
see the man who had taken your virginity pledging himself to forever be faithful 
another woman.  It didn't help that I could feel the wetness of my pussy from 
being fucked by him just an hour ago and there he was telling Cindy how much he 
loved her! During their vows I made one of my own - I was going to make sure 
that this was one promise he didn't keep!


Chapter 8 – First Time After His Vows
=====================================

After the wedding I drove myself to a nearby hotel where the reception was being 
held.  It was a big Marriott with a beautiful courtyard in the middle.  We were 
served some snacks and cookies (plus beer and wine for the over-21 folks) before 
the reception while we waited for the wedding party to arrive.  It took over an 
hour for them to appear with all the picture taking after the ceremony plus 
driving all over town.

We were herded into the reception hall when word came they were near and the 
disc jockey announced the wedding party as they arrived.  Then Steve and Cindy 
were finally introduced as "Mr. And Mrs." and everyone rose to clap and cheer.  
They looked so happy but I remembered my earlier vow.

There was the traditional cake cutting, toast by the best man and then dinner 
was served.  Afterwards there was the usual garter and bouquet throwing.  I was 
pulled into the line for catching the bouquet but you can be sure I made no 
effort to catch it! The newly married couple danced and finally the ceremonial 
crap was over and the disk jockey played dance music and everyone started having 
fun.

People were lining up to dance with the bride and groom and eventually I got my 
turn to dance with Steve.  You can imagine my surprise when he whispered to me 
saying, "Meet me out by the elevators in ten minutes."

I looked him in the eyes and I recognized the smirk on his face – it was the 
same one he use to flash at me when we would talk about where we wanted to fool 
around next and I found myself wondering just what Steve had in mind.  It was 
one thing for me to fantasize about fucking the new husband  but for crying out 
loud he had been married for only a few hours so he couldn't be thinking about 
cheating on her already – or could he? He kissed me on the cheek when the dance 
was over and we separated.

I waited a bit and then worked my way out of the room and went over to the 
elevators.  Almost twenty minutes passed and I was about to leave, figuring he 
must have had second thoughts, when I saw him hurrying across the lobby.

"Sorry I'm late," he said as he caught his breath and pushed the elevator 
button, every old broad in the place wanted to dance!". The door opened 
immediately and he put his hand on my back and gently directed me in. "Let's go 
before someone sees us."

The doors shut and he pressed the floor button.  Then he turned to me and 
without another word pulled me tight against him and kissed me. This wasn't the 
little peck on the cheek he was giving everyone and his grandmother in the 
reception line.  No….this took me back almost 6 years and suddenly it was if I 
was fourteen again and he was kissing me while we laid on his bed, two horny 
teenagers going it at.

If we had more time I think it could have gone farther but the elevator stopped 
and the doors opened to let in another couple who, fortunately, we didn't know.  
The next stop was our floor and Steve led me down the hallway to one of the 
rooms.

"This is Larry's room," he explained.  Larry was his best man and quite a hunk 
himself.  "Lord knows what we'll find in here but I figured it was the best 
place to go where we wouldn't be disturbed."

Steve opened the door and we both hurried inside. I could just imagine someone 
we knew coming down the hallway and seeing the newly married Steve entering a 
hotel room with a girl in a streetwalker dress!

Steve closed the door and then turned to me and kissed me. "I can't believe that 
during my own wedding ceremony I was thinking about fucking you," he exclaimed.  
"Damn, I almost had a hard-on in the middle of the altar ceremony thinking of 
how good you sucked my dick just a few minutes before!"

I didn't waste any time as we didn't have long because people would wonder where 
Steve had gone.  I pulled my dress up over my head and quickly stepped out of my 
thong leaving me naked in front of him with just my heels on.   I knelt down in 
front of him as he undid his pants for me once again.

"God I can't believe I am doing this," he sighed, "What the hell is it with you 
Kelly? I have never had another girl that could make me do the things you make 
me do.  Fuck, I have been married only a few hours and already you have me 
cheating on my wife.  Damn bitch, I haven't even fucked my own wife yet!"

I looked up and smiled at him.  "Oh quit fussing and give me that cock," I 
ordered playfully. This is one wedding I was never going to forget!  

We both knew the risks he was taking being away from the reception with me so it 
was one of the fastest blowjobs and fucking that I had had in a while.  It was 
ok with me though as I wasn't really doing it for pleasure.  I was like a hunter 
stalking a trophy rather than hungering for meat.  What I really wanted was for 
Steve to fuck me now that he had pledged himself publicly to his new wife.  I 
wanted him to crave my sexuality to the point where he would cheat on his wife 
literally within hours of marrying her.  

As he fucked me in the dark hotel room, I felt so incredibly sexy and hot 
knowing when he came deep inside of me that I was getting the first seed of his 
marriage instead of Cindy.  Even though she would never know what I had stolen 
from her, I knew that Steve did and that when he made lover to her in their 
wedding bed tonight he would be thinking of me and how much more I satisfied his 
needs than she ever could. I couldn't imagine someone wanting me more badly, 
someone desiring and lusting for me more than Steve must have at this moment for 
him to break his wedding vows before the reception was even over.

It reassured me knowing I could make him do this, that my body and sexual energy 
was enough to drive him to this level of decadence.  In all honesty I had no 
desire to break up his marriage or when it really came down to it, for Cindy to 
ever know. I wanted Steve to be happy and for his marriage to be long and 
loving.  It was enough for me to know that whenever he fucked his wife that 
somewhere deep down he would remember fucking me this day and wish for maybe 
just a moment that it was my pussy or mouth that his cock was fucking.

When we were done we silently dressed and left the room without another word 
between us.  Really, what was there to say?  I hoped that Steve loved Cindy 
enough to at least feel a little guilty but at the same time I knew that he 
probably wouldn't have done this with anyone but me and after today I might 
never see him again so what did it really hurt?  Besides, I sort of liked 
thinking that I might be the only woman he cheated on his wife with.  Who knows, 
maybe some day I might visit him and fuck him while his kids played outside, 
never knowing that their daddy loved fucking another girl more than their mommy.

We decided to take separate routes back to the reception room and from the looks 
of things nobody had noticed that we were gone.  I sat down at my table and 
watched as Steve hugged his new bride and danced with her as if nothing had just 
happened.


Chapter 9 – Steve’s Best Man
============================

I was watching them kissing and hugging and I felt that familiar twinge between 
my legs as I wondered what she would say if she knew his cock was covered with 
my pussy cum as he kissed her?  Sharon sat down beside me and leaned over to 
whisper in my ear.

"You little slut!" she hissed, "I can't believe you Kelly.  I always knew you 
were insatiable but this is going over the top, even for you!"

I looked at her and acted as if I had no idea what I was talking about. Sharon 
just rolled her eyes and grinned, taking the edge off the moment. "Oh give me a 
break girlfriend.  You think nobody noticed that the two of you were gone?  
Well, I certainly did and it didn't  take a computer to figure out what you were 
doing.  I have to admit it Kelly, you must really be hot as that is the fastest 
I have ever heard of a groom cheating on his wife!  Crap, look at her out there 
with him.  She has no idea her new husband just fucked you!"

I just smiled and looked dreamy.  It wasn't hard as that was how I felt.  I 
could still taste him and my pussy still was stretched out from his big cock.  
Sharon, though, was always able to surprise me when I least expected it and now 
she did it again.

"Well, since you were so willing to fuck the groom, what about the best man?" 
Sharon asked.

I looked over at her and tilted my head the way a dog does when it is curious. 

Sharon licked her lips and grinned saying, "Larry has been staring at you all 
day. If you had managed to take your eyes off of Steve for a moment you would 
have noticed. Want me to introduce you to him?"

I looked over at the dance floor and say Larry standing off to the side with a 
drink in his hand.  He was handsome and looked like a nice guy so I nodded to 
Sharon and the two of us hit the dance floor.  At first we danced with each 
other and I loved knowing most of the guys were watching us as we were the two 
hottest girls in the floor.  My dress didn't give me much leeway to dance and 
Sharon wasn't exactly in a modest outfit herself.  Sharon maneuvered us over to 
where Larry was and as we passed by she stopped and pulled me over to him.

"Hey Larry, you meet Kelly yet?" she asked.

Larry of course had not so we danced for a while and then sat down at one of the 
tables to talk.  Sharon stopped over and whispered something in his ear.  His 
eyebrows raised and he looked at me a bit differently, like a starving dog would 
look at a fresh slab of meat.  He turned back to Sharon and whispered something 
back and she just laughed and walked away, giving me a wink as she did.

"Well," I asked, "Are you going to tell me the big secret?"

"Sharon says you wanted to show me something in the courtyard," he answered. 
"Something to remember tonight by." 

He grinned and I knew she had said more but he was putting it in more diplomatic 
terms.  From the way he was licking his lips unconsciously I knew she had 
undoubtedly told him that I wanted to fuck him.  Well, I did! 

We left the room and walked over to the doors leading to the now darkened 
courtyard.  It was getting late so not many people were around and I doubt 
anyone noticed us as we worked our way to the center where some benches were set 
up under a tree.  Both of us sat down and just looked at each other, waiting for 
the other to make a move.  I was never one to flinch from getting things started 
with a guy so I kicked things off.

"So Larry, do you believe in wedding traditions?" I asked.

"Well," he answered, "I guess it depends on which ones you mean."

"How about the best man screwing the maid of honor?

Larry chuckled, "Well that would be nice but she's not available."

I took a breath and decided to just go for it. "Well, you could pretend I was 
the maid of honor..."

Steve laughed a bit but his eyes never left my boobs. "Damn, Sharon said you 
weren't shy and I can see she was right. I have a room upstairs, want to head up 
there?"

I shook my head. I couldn't tell him I had just been in that bed and fucked 
Steve not an hour before and besides, the courtyard looked like a pretty cool 
place to fool around.  I had a thing for fucking in public places and this was 
about as public as you could get without spotlights.

I pressed my hand on his crotch, feeling the promising start of an erection 
underneath. "Why not just do me here?"

An even bigger grin opened up on his face and he started to run his hands over 
me.  "Well, you have definitely talked me into it," he said. I felt his hands as 
they brushed over my boobs and I grabbed them and put them back on me.  He 
quickly took the hint and began to massage and play with my boobs.  The material 
of my dress was so thin that as soon as my nipples started to respond they poked 
through like little bullets.

I rubbed his cock through his pants and felt it growing.  He reached forward to 
try and kiss me but I pulled back. "I just want you to fuck me.  Is that OK?"

That may have sounded like a stupid question but it really was more of an 
invitation.  After all, what man would ever say he didn't want to just fuck a 
girl!  I reached down with my other hand and started to unzip his pants.  After 
undoing the buttons – damn a tux is a pain,  I reached inside his underwear and 
pulled out his hardening cock.  Well, it wasn't going to remain that way for 
long if I had anything to say about it!

I leaned over and took it in my mouth and as I did I thought about how this was 
my third blowjob of the day and the second cock. Not bad considering I was at a 
wedding! I have always loved trying out a new cock as every one has its own 
personality and characteristics.  No two cocks taste exactly the same or smell 
quite alike.  Actually it is the odor of a crotch that really distinguishes one 
man from another if you look beyond the actual cock shaft itself.

Larry was not nearly as large as Steve but his cock  was more than respectable 
and I couldn't wait to feel it exploding in my mouth.  Larry lifted up enough 
for him to pull his pants and underwear down to his ankles which made it a lot 
easier for me to suck him.  He was sitting bare-ass on the bench now and I 
looked up at all the rooms surrounding us and wondered if anyone in them knew 
there was a nice show in the courtyard that night.  As dark as it was I doubted 
anyone could see anything even if they knew where to look but it was still 
exciting to have his dick in my mouth in front of hundreds of potential viewers.

I cupped his balls with one hand as my other hand held his firm butt.  My mouth 
moved up and down his shaft as I gently massaged his balls and squeezed his butt 
at the same time.  He ran his fingers through my hair and kept pulling it back 
out of the way so he could watch me blowing him.

"Mmmmmm," he moaned, "You really ARE good!  God your tongue is incredible."

In my humble opinion a talented tongue is the key to a great blowjob.  I have 
watched so many girls just take a cock into their mouth and bob up and down on 
it like their pussy had moved north. My experience is that nothing drives a man 
crazier than to have my tongue working their cock as my lips slide up and down 
their silky shaft.  Men also love it when I take their cock in my mouth until my 
face is buried deep in their crotch and they can feel the tip against the back 
of my throat (or down my throat in a more rare cases).

I can't believe how many men have confided in me that they have never been able 
to cum from just a girl sucking them.  These poor guys have to help out at the 
end or have her stroke them with her hand.  Well, I have never failed to be able 
to make a man cum in my mouth (when I wanted him to) which is a resume I am 
extremely proud of.

In Larry's case, I knew my record was safe.  He was so horny it didn't take more 
than a few minutes before he was spurting his sperm into my waiting mouth.  He 
tasted good and I wouldn't have minded a second helping but I knew there was 
more I needed for him to do to me.

I let his cock drop from my mouth and stood up in front of him, I lifted my 
skirt and pulled aside my thong to reveal my smooth bald pussy.  As he stared at 
it I felt sexy as hell as I knew at that moment there could be only one thing 
running though his mind – fucking me.  Well, I was certainly not going to keep 
him from doing that any longer than necessary so I leaned over until I was 
holding myself up on the bench seat next to him.  He stood up and got behind me 
as I spread my legs to give him a nice view of my ass and pussy.  I looked back 
and saw him stroking his cock as he moved into position behind me.  I gasped 
involuntarily as I felt the head of his still hard cock pressed against my 
waiting pussy and I wiggled my ass as he rubbed it up and down my pussy crack to 
get it wet and slippery.

When he finally pushed it into me I felt that sensual glow throughout me that I 
always get whenever a man's cock first enters me.  It's hard to explain but I 
guess you could say it's like someone lights a match inside of me and my whole 
body catches fire like it was soaked in gasoline.  At first it always feels like 
my pussy is too small and that he can't possibly fit it into me.  Then as he 
forces his cock head into me it spreads me apart and stretches me to let the 
rest of him enter behind it.  Larry's cock came about an inch or so into me and 
then he held it there, rotating it around my pussy with his hand and moving it 
slightly in and out as he did.

God it felt incredible to have him do that! The first part of my pussy hole is 
the most sensitive and when a cock head penetrates me for the first time these 
nerve endings are awakened and release an incredible surge of sexual pleasure 
that radiates outward from between my legs to every part of my body.  When a man 
wants to really pleasure me he stops when he first enters my cunt and lets his 
cock head move around in that area and guaranteed it will make me cum faster 
than anything else.  Too many guys are so anxious to bury themselves in me that 
they pass right by and start pumping away.  Sure his stroking usually produces 
an orgasm in me although often I help by playing with my clit, but a guy who 
knows how to really fuck a girl and wants to maximize her pleasure knows to take 
his time filling her cunt.

Well, Larry was one of those rare guys who really knew his way around a girl's 
pussy and he was driving me insane with pleasure!  I felt my first orgasm 
quickly rise to a peak and my pussy clamped down hard on his cock as it gushed 
pussy cum out onto his cock.  Everything around me disappeared into the fog as I 
could think of nothing but the incredible sensations that were wracking my body.  
My pussy was so wet and I squeezed even harder on him as another convulsion hit 
me.  

"OH GOD THAT FEELS GOOD!" I cried out, forgetting for the moment we were in the 
middle of a hotel with hundreds of people nearby.  I didn't care, all I wanted 
was more – more of his cock in me, more of the incredible waves of pleasure 
cascading over me, more of his cum, just more sex!

My pussy released its grasp on his cock enough to let him start thrusting in and 
out of me again like the piston on a steam engine.   Each time he pushed himself 
into me I felt his body slap up against my ass creating a smacking sound.  Then 
he would pull out until his head was barely in me, sometimes it even came just 
out of me and then suddenly he reversed course and was drilling his way back 
into me again.

"Fuck Kelly," Larry groaned, "You have an incredible cunt.  God I love the way 
you grab my cock so tight with it."

Larry then pulled out of me and twisted me around.  I was curious what he wanted 
to do when he grabbed my by the ass with both hands and lifted me up into the 
air until I was over his cock and then lowered me down until his cock was back 
in my pussy again where it belonged.  I wrapped my arms and legs around him as 
he bounced me up and down on his rigid pole of a cock.  Then he turned around 
and while I was still mounted on his dick he sat down on the bench seat.  My 
knees were on the seat so now I could do the work and I rode his cock like a 
bull in a cowboy bar.

I love being on top like this because it let me control his cock in me.  I can 
vary the depth and speed to what felt best for me and I was soon cumming again 
as I fucked his cock and played with my clit while he sucked on my nipples and 
held my little ass in his big hands.  I raised up until he was about half way in 
me and rotated my hips like I was trying to twirl a hula hoop.  This had the 
effect of rubbing his cock around inside of my pussy and it wasn't long before I 
felt yet another orgasm rising in me.  I soaked his crotch with my cum this time 
as I groaned and moaned from the animal-like pleasure I was feeling.

"God I love a cock in me," I purred, "fuck me Larry... cum in me... let me feel 
you cum inside of me!"

Finally he couldn't hold out any longer. "I'm going to cum!" he cried out and 
true to his word the next moment I felt the first surge of sperm spewing from 
his cock and driving its way deep into my pussy. 

"Oh yea Kelly, I'm cumming babe, cumming in you," he kept saying over and over 
as he released one load after another of his manhood into me.

Finally he stopped bucking under me and I sat down on his cock, feeling it 
slowly softening and withdrawing from my cunt as I leaned forward into him and 
he held me in his arms.  We eventually agreed it was time to get up and I lifted 
myself off of what was left of his once hard cock.  It looked so much smaller 
now, wrinkled and glistening in the soft light from a combination of our cum.

I knew that it wouldn't take much work to revive it and for a moment I was 
tempted to suck it back to an erection but I also knew there was a wedding 
reception to get back to so it was time to head back in. As we straightened out 
our clothes, I couldn't believe what Larry told me next...

"That was great Kelly, you are an incredible lay. You should know Kelly that 
Sharon told me everything you and Steve did today – before AND after the 
wedding."

My face felt like all the blood rushed from it.  What did Sharon tell anyone?

"Don't worry, I think it is wild although Cindy might be so enthusiastic about 
it," Steve reassured me, "And just so you understand the whole picture, Sharon 
and I are engaged to be married next year sometime.  I wanted to tell you but 
Sharon thought it would be more erotic to have us get together this way 
instead."

Well imagine that!  Ol' Sharon had really pulled one over on me this time!  Sure 
enough, as we left the courtyard you can guess who was there to greet us.  Larry 
and Sharon both kissed and it was obvious to me then that they were in love with 
each other.  Sharon looked over at me and giggled.

"Sorry Kelly, I didn't mean to deceive you but from the looks of it you had a 
good time!" she said.  Looking at Larry, she said, "Well, was she as good as I 
said she would be?"

"Fuckin' right she was," Larry said with a big smile, "Of course I always want 
you babe more than anyone else."

Well, that was nice of him to say but I was curious what a lie-detector would 
have revealed.  We walked together back to the hall just in time for the waning 
moments of the reception.  Larry went off to grab a last drink before the bar 
closed after he left Sharon looked me in the eye with a no-nonsense stare.

"Now listen Kelly you insatiable slut, just because I let you fuck Larry tonight 
don't go off getting any naughty ideas about messing around with him at MY 
wedding!" she said but  this time there was no giggle to take off the edge and I 
knew she was being serious.  She continued,  "Remember, I know what you are and 
I'll will be keeping a close eyes on you!"

We both laughed but deep down I wonder what she would have said if she had 
really known what I was already planning for Larry and me at her wedding next 
year.  Hmmmmm, this could be interesting...

THE END


  
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