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