{rosa} "White Wedding" (MF, FF, MFF, cons)
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This story is a fantasy. The facts are false except in the depths of
my imagination, as twisted as that can be. Warning: This story
contains sexually explicit material and is for the entertainment use
of adults only. Persons under 18 or who are offended by sexually
explicit material should not read it.
White Wedding
-- by Rosa. Copyright 1999
-- edited by Kellis
A friend of mine whom I'll name Randy called me up to tell me he was
getting married. The bride's parents were rich. The wedding would be
held in the back yard at their country estate. It was a small house
to them, a mansion to anyone else.
"I wanted you to be my best man -- or woman in this case," Randy
explained. "But Missy wouldn't go for it. All I could convince her
was for you to be a grooms man. I mean grooms woman."
"You're so whooped," I replied. "I would have loved being the best
woman but I will settle for grooms woman. I hope Missy is worth it.
Do I get a tux?"
"Yes, you get a tux. Go by tux rental and get fitted. Just have
them bill it to my account."
The wedding was three weeks after the phone call. I went to be
fitted for a tux but didn't like the style Randy had for his grooms
man. It was all right for a guy but not for a girl like me. I am 4'
11" tall and 89 pounds. I have long bright red hair. I don't have
very big breast. Barely an "A" cup. I needed something that fit my
style. So I picked out a tux especially for me. The lady that worked
the fitting at the tux rental knew the colors in the wedding and
helped me coordinate perfectly.
When I showed up at the wedding, well let's just say that jaws hit
the floor. I was supposed to be in a black tux like the guys, white
shirt, black stripe pants, a cummerbund and black morning coat with
tails. What I was in was a white low cut blouse, waistcoat that
matched the wedding color (I hate cummerbunds), a very short black
mini skirt, black stockings and of course a black tux coat with tails.
Underneath I had on garters and string thong panties but no bra. To
top it all off I wore a bow tie choker.
Of course that's what the mother of the bride, Randy's mother, and
all the bridesmaids wanted to do: choke me. Randy on the other hand
loved it. We had always been crazy and made each other laugh. He
just stood there smiling and shaking his head.
"And you wonder why Missy didn't want you as the best man?" Randy
finally said. It broke the ice.
Missy wasn't real thrilled, but the wedding went on without a hitch.
It was beautiful as the bridesmaids paraded by followed by Missy in
her wedding gown. During the wedding I could feel the eyes of the
crowd staring at me. The disapproval of the snobbish women was
obvious. The men on the other had didn't disprove at all. Their eyes
followed me everywhere.
The reception started following the wedding ceremony and everyone was
dancing, everyone except me. I could hear the comments from the women
to the men. "I can't believe she would come dressed like that. Don't
let me catch you dancing with her."
This got me a little down so I took a stroll around the estate.
After a while I explored the house. It had lots of rooms and doors.
I opened one and found a library. It was full of bookcases to the
high ceiling. A large fire place was dark. Leather chairs and
couches were arranged in groups about the room. I was looking at the
books in the shelves when I realized I wasn't alone. I walked around
the end of one of the couches. One of the bridesmaids had the top of
her dress down. The father of the bride was without his pants and his
dick was bobbing between the large breasts of this girl. She was only
a fourth his age and was being tit fucked by him. They stopped when
they noticed me.
"Don't mind me," I spoke quickly. "Can I watch?"
"Sure,"
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**************************d man's dick sliding between that young
girls boobs I would shove my fingers deep into my puss. The old man
kept looking at the girl, then at me and back to the girl. It wasn't
long before he was shooting his wad all over her round breasts. The
stuff was running down her neck towards the couch. He got off of her
and she sat up. She had his white goo all over her neck running in
different directions.
He ordered, "Go over there and let her clean you up."
The girl immediately got off the couch. She wasn't holding on to her
dress and it slid to the floor. She had gone through the whole
wedding without wearing one bit of underwear. She strolled over to
where I was sitting. Her breasts hung into my face as she bent over.
I eagerly licked up the old man's come. It was salty and sweaty. I
licked each boob and up to her neck. When I finished I kissed her,
letting her have a taste.
She stepped into her dress and pulled it back up. The old man helped
her clasp the back and the two of them strolled out the door.
As they were leaving, two of the other grooms men and the best man
came through the door laughing. They had just decorated Randy's car
in the driveway: shaving cream and the works. They suddenly stopped
laughing when they spotted me. I was still sitting in the chair with
my fingers in my cunt. My chin was shiny where I had licked the come
off the bridesmaids tits.
The best man popped off, "Well, looky here! Got any of that for me?"
"No," I replied, "but you have something I want."
With that I removed the vest, skirt and blouse. I detached the
garters from the stockings and pulled the garters off. When I sat
back down, all I had on was those stocking and that damn bow tie. I
directed the three guys to line up next to each other. Then I began
undoing their pants and pulling out their cocks. I immediately
started sucking them down. I beat two of the dicks off as I sucked on
the third. Then I switched, rotating between the guys. I myself was
really turned on. Any minute a group of wedding guests could come
through the door and catch me in just my stockings while going at
three large hunks of meat. With each dick going into my mouth I
could feel my own body trembling with excitement. Then one right
after the other, as if setting off a chain reaction all three dicks
started spraying me. The large dicks were pulsing in my hands as
streams of come was shooting at my face. I opened my mouth so to
catch as much of the sweet goo as I could. It ran down my neck and
covered my little tits, which were hard with excitement.
As the dicks ran dry and started to sag limply, the guys backed away
from me and pulled up their pants. They just stood there staring at
my naked body covered with their goo.
I heard the door open and some laughter. I saw a look of fear on the
faces of the guys. They quickly moved towards the door and left as
Randy and his new bride, Missy, came into the library. They wedding
reception was gearing down and they were preparing to make their exit
for the airport on their honeymoon. Randy had taken off the tails and
was looking very handsome and dignified. After all he just married a
gold mine. This house was now going to be his. Missy was in her
bridal gown. She was gorgeous. It had spaghetti straps down to her
large breasts covered in lace. It was a thick lace but if you stared
hard enough you could make out just a little pink where her braless
nipples were. The lace continued down to her hips where it formed a
"V" shape pointing to her pussy in front and her ass in back. The
lace had beads of pearl attached, giving it sparkle. The pearls
matched the color of the silk that flowed from her hips to the floor.
When they saw me the laughing stopped. Randy wasn't smiling at me
this time. Neither was Missy.
"Well, you've been busy having a good time, I see," Missy snapped.
I sat there covered in come, staring back. I didn't bow my head in
shame. I showed them a smirk of satisfaction instead.
Missy looked at Randy, who hadn't moved or made a sound. Then she
turned to me. She crossed the five or six feet dividing us. I
thought I was about to get slapped. Instead she leaned down and
kissed me. Opening my mouth, I took her tongue in as she licked the
remaining come from my cheeks. She raised up in front of me and took
a step back. Crossing her arms she pulled the straps down on her
gown, lowering it past her breast. It made a pile at her feet up to
her knees.
She was still gorgeous. Her breast wear large and round as melons.
Her nipples were small dark circles and stuck out like sewing bobbins.
She was wearing white lace stockings and a garter. That was all. Her
blonde pussy hair was neatly trimmed for a bikini but her tan body
showed no lines.
I was stunned by her reaction looking at Randy for some explanation.
He just stood their grinning and undoing his fly. I realized, and
shouldn't have been surprised, that Randy would love this women. She
was exactly what he needed in a bride.
She walked over and offered her hand to me. I took it and stood up.
We kissed as our bodies came together. Our arms wrapped around each
other as if we were long time lovers. The come that covered me now
spread to her tits as her warm body slid against my wet chest.
She moved me over and laid me on the couch, not relaxing our embrace.
She continued to explore my mouth with her tongue. Randy took off his
clothes and moved up behind Missy. Without hesitation he started
feeding his massive dick into her puss. She moaned into my mouth.
The excitement of the moment sent chills through my body and I started
to shake. She released my mouth and licked the sticky come from chin
and neck as she moved down to take in one of my nipples.
I could see Randy's face now as the sweat began to bead up on his
face and chest. He was stroking his dick into Missy at a smooth, even
pace. Missy must have been in heaven from the fucking but didn't miss
a drop while she licked me clean. I slid up on the couch and she
plunged
that beautiful face into my wet pussy. When her tongue parted my
lips, I went over the edge. The orgasm shook me from my feet to my
head. I wanted to scream but was afraid the wedding guest would come
running to investigate.
My orgasm caused another domino effect like the chain reaction of the
grooms men earlier. Missy suddenly quivered and took one last lick of
my cunt. This sent Randy over the top as he filled his new bride with
his juices.
After we let the moment subside Missy and Randy started getting
dressed in the clothes they had prepared for the honeymoon trip. I
just sat there and watched them.
"What are you doing?" Missy asked me. "Get dressed. The plane leaves
in an hour."
"So why do I need to get dressed?" I wondered.
"Didn't Randy tell you? He gave me you as a wedding gift. And
you're one gift I am not leaving behind."
I jumped up and got dressed, not a bit mad at Randy for giving me
away as if he owned me. When we were dressed, we headed out the front
of the house where everyone was waiting, along with a limo. Randy
tossed the keys of his car to the best man.
"It's a gift to you," he called. "Missy is going to buy me a new one
for a wedding gift."
The look on the face of the best man was priceless as he realized
that he had trashed his own car and would have to clean it up himself.
"Sorry it's a mess!" Randy laughed, "Got to watch were you park it."
We all three climbed into the limo and it sped off to the airport. I
was happy to be the wedding gift to Missy. Then it hit me.
"I don't have any clothes for this trip!" I shouted.
"You wont need them," Randy and Missy responded in unison.
I sat back to enjoying the limo ride. I would call work from the
airport to tell them to postpone any appointments. I was taking a
spur of the moment vacation. That old saying came to me, as I watched
the limo pull away from the house, "Always a bridesmaid, never a
bride." I wasn't a bride or a bridesmaid. I wasn't the grooms woman,
I was the brides woman and I was going on a honeymoon.
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