Keywords: M/F anal, oral Author: W R Jenkins Title: Meating the Wedding Party Disclaimer:(standard) Do not screw up. Do not do anything illegal. This includes specifically (but not limited to) reading on if you are under 18- 21 in some localities If you are underage you must leave now. If you're young and curious, this is not the place to get the straight story. You act like this and people will look at you strange and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories. They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so we can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation. End Sermon. Meating the Wedding Party - (Wedparty.txt)- The title says it all, doesn't it? Why should I tell you the particulars here? Read the story and all will be revealed. Don't you just love the double entendres in erotic stories? M/F, oral, anal Meating the Wedding Party Julie Newton, 5-foot 6, 120 pounds - a lovely girl with a pretty face and lithesome, if slender, figure moved to the other side of Brent. Like a protective pack, her maid of honor and the attendants moved with her. It seems the pastor had it wrong and had to be corrected by the organist. But what are rehearsals for, if not to get it right. Brent Anderson, 6-foot 1, 187 pounds, employed and not that many years from playing football on his high school team, smiled as his best man and ushers sifted through the pack of Julie's followers. He needed the light moment to help cut through the knot in his stomach. It's only the rehearsal, but in two days it will be for real. He didn't really doubt that Julie was the love of his life. He was only shying from a collar that restricts him for the rest of his life. The rest of his life seemed an awful long time to Brent. Julie took deep breaths to keep her hands from shaking. This wedding will be her day and she is near panic that something humiliating will go wrong. She is being so careful to listen to everyone's instructions that she barely heard the pastor when he spoke to her. "Excuse me, what was that again?" she asked, trembling slightly. "I said that this is the time for you to put your hand in Brent's" the pastor said. Julie had to fight the urge to ask to do it all again as the pack of them left for the rehearsal dinner. We've seen lots of weddings, she reminded herself. After this little brush-up everyone's bound to get it right. "Lick my ass," she heard Brent say as he opened the car door for her. "What!" Julie couldn't believe Brent wasn't being serious even now. "I said it's going fast," Brent said. "In two days you'll be Mrs. Anderson and I'll be a married man." For a moment Julie wished Brent had told her to lick his ass. It sounded like Brent was too serious, as in scared. "Don't you want to?" Julie asked, trying extra hard to not sound like she was pouting. "Of course I do," Brent said a tad too quickly, "It's just such a big moment in anyone's life." "I guess that's why we get to have our friends around us," Julie said. "For support and advice and stuff." She hoped that Jim, Brent's best man, was doing a better job of that than Sheri, her maid of honor. Sheri has had two notes. Number one, she keeps asking about Brent in bed. She wants to know if he goes down on her and what he does and how big his dick is. Note two is the dire warning that she better enjoy the honeymoon because that's the last good sex she'll ever have. Brent will get involved in work, or another woman, Sheri says, and Julie will be left horny and neglected. In fact, Jim's advice has been much more supportive than Sheri's. He doesn't have to ask about Julie in bed because he knows what Brent likes and sees that he likes Julie. His advice ran to keeping Julie in line. Brent has to keep her fucked out, Jim said. If he doesn't, she'll run around on him or become a bitch, or both. As long as Brent 'keeps her pipes clean', Jim said, everything will be great. Neither of them listened very hard to this advice. They both had their own worries to obsess on. This inattention was fortunate because neither of them is clear-headed enough to realize that neither Sheri nor Jim have ever been married. Sheri started it all. At least her idea at the dinner table is as good a point to pick as any. You might as well say Brent started it by proposing. "The reception is not the time to be trodding on people's feet," Sheri said. "If we get used to each other now everything will go smoother." Go smooth was Julie's mantra. And it was the best advice she'd heard from Sheri. No one can resist the bride-to-be and in any case, their party of 10 accounted for two-thirds the diners. The manager switched the muzak and turned it up a little so the wedding party could pair off and practice for the wedding dance. Everyone noted their partner with relief. They didn't realize how long Julie spent mixing and matching the couples so no women towered over their partner and the 6-foot 7 Andrew wasn't dancing with 5-foot 1 Alyse. It was Jim and Sheri, of course, and fortunately they matched as well as Julie and Brent. Alyse was with Kyle, who was the shortest usher at 5-foot 9, Chris was with Chris, a little joke on Julie's part, since at 5- foot 6 for the feminine Chris and 6-foot even for the masculine Chris they could have been matched with anyone, and Andrew danced with the 5-foot 10 Roberta. Sheri's idea was possibly the best she ever has had. Brent's friends and Julie's friends unbent a little thrown into the close contact of a slow dance. They discovered they weren't opposing camps, but all members of the same party- the wedding party. The party motif began. Sheri wanted to dance with Brent. Everyone wanted to see Andrew and Alyse together. Kyle and Roberta split the Chrises. Before long, everyone had danced with everyone, including Brent dancing with Jim. It was only dancing after all. No one (but you, dear reader) saw it as anything more. Then alcohol wanted to join in. Flushed with the success of the dancing, Brent ordered a round. Jim ordered another, Sheri called for a third. Fortunately for the wedding party and innocents on the road, the manager knew Julie's father. After the fifth round, he called for instructions. He was told by Mr. Newton that transportation was on the way and asked, as a favor, to make sure they all used it. It seemed magical to the well-oiled Julie that their coach had magically appeared. It was a magical end to a magical day that was going to be magical when she was magically wed. And magic seemed to make her giggle too much. The others stumbled a bit more blindly in the direction they were pushed. At the hotel where the party was staying, they all piled out. It seemed right to follow the crowd. The deskman joined in some laugh from the inebriated group and dumped the keys on the desk. Brent took the big one. They had booked a suite, although not called the honeymoon suite, for the night of the big day. Brent and Julie planned to leave the next morning for Jamaica. The other four rooms were for the other four pairs of the party. The suite had the only rooms big enough for everyone. There was not a lot of consideration of their destination. It was way too early to break up this party. The suite had a stocked bar, discovered by Sheri mere seconds after entering the suite. "Let's get loaded!" she suggested, not her best idea ever. "I'm pretty loaded now," Brent pointed out. Julie, Alyse, Roberta and Chris (pick one) giggled. The bachelor party was sane compared to this one. Sheri was accomplished at switching glasses on people, from nearly empty to full. Roberta told her honeymoon get-away story about the friend that got her wedding dressed dipped in a gas station toilet and had to ride to the destination hotel in her undies. She was at the part about tipping the bellman after an undie-clad dash to the room when she stopped and looked through the bedroom door. All eyes followed her gaze. Chris (the girl) was getting ready for bed and Andrew was helping. "Jusht a little disshy," Chris slurred as "Woo-woo!" came from several mouths in the other room. "Goona lie down." Andrew just kept helping her out of her clothes. "We should have done this at the bachelor party," Jim laughed and then belched loudly. "No matches!" Julie tittered. Brent vaguely wondered why someone wasn't helping Chris to her own room, but had no idea that maybe it should be him. His attention was distracted from the problem when Sheri stumbled and came flying over to land on the coffee table they were grouped around. "Pink is nice," Kyle mused on the color of Sheri's panties. A bit stunned and more than a little drunk, Sheri gave Kyle a better gander at the nice pink as she flailed on the table. Nobody missed Alyse and Chris (the boy) as they went from vertical with Alyse in Chris' lap to a rather involved intertwining on the floor by the recliner. Kyle, with motives unknown even to himself, reached out for the pink. Sheri shrieked and a startled Kyle grabbed tighter. Now Kyle had the pretty pink. Sheri had a shaved pussy. "We should have done this at the bachelor party," Jim repeated. Sheri was laughing loudly at the joke on her, drunkenly uncaring that she's now flashing split beaver to everyone in that half the room. Julie was passing out, eyes half-closed, mouth wide open. "There you go, never get a better chance," Jim nudged Brent. Brent thought it was getting out of hand. With heroic concentration he stood up. That done, he started an accelerating stumble toward Julie. "Get you out of here. You've had enough," he mumbled. By some miracle they made it to the bedroom. Jim was just sober enough to sense it was time to leave and tried to get Sheri off the table. "No you don't," Sheri slurred as she stumbled into Jim's arms. "I go with the guy what likes my pants." She promptly fell on Kyle who looked up like she dropped out of the sky. "I'd ask you to tuck me in, but my underwear's white," Roberta told Jim. "So's mine!" Jim said and they both giggled. Struck by the beauty alcohol adds and the vague feeling they were leaving anyway, Roberta and Jim teetered off together toward Jim's (and Andrew's) room. Fortunately they were booked in a block and it wasn't too far to stumble. "So, show me this underwear," Roberta demanded. It was an empty demand. Jim grabbed her and they started a sloppy kiss. For drunks, they showed remarkable practice in getting each other naked. Their white underwear went uncommented on as they fell onto the bed. The practice they showed in finally maneuvering Jim's cock between Roberta's pussy lips was less remarkable, but it counted as foreplay. When the thrust came, practice took over again. They would have had to been unconscious drunk not to remember this part. "My, you are a big boy," Roberta encouraged Jim. "Just big enough for a big bitch like you," Jim growled back. The banter of their pelvises meeting was more like a battle. Roberta wasn't going to lay there and let this guy just fuck her. She was rising up to meet Jim as he rammed his cock at her. She was so active Jim found himself gripping her biceps, holding her down. Roberta responded to the bondage by clamping Jim in a scissors between her thighs. By the time they worked up to cumming, Roberta was surrounded in a halo of wet sheet and Jim's sweat was dripping on her like a leak in the roof. Their orgasm was a most memorable explosion of their exertions. It sobered them up enough that Roberta squinted questioningly at Jim as he collapsed beside her. It didn't sober them up enough that Roberta cared very much who the man had been. Jim was asleep. Even sober he didn't care very much who the woman had been. That changed a little while after he awoke with a red dwarf star trapped inside his skull. At that range, the star was so bright it was making the sun coming through the window blinding. Then he realized it was a hangover. Then he realized who was making him not alone when he woke up. It was the big one. She had a boys name, Billie or Bobbie- Roberta. She had been fucking great! But they were drunk. He wasn't sure how cool it was going to be when she woke up. He didn't have long to wait. "Jesus Christ! Get that out of my eyes!" Roberta snorted and rolled over with the pillow over her head. "You had a lot to drink last night," Jim told her. "Like I can't tell that!" Roberta exploded and then there was short intake of breath. Roberta peered out from the edge of the pillow to look at Jim. She wasn't alone. This was a guy. He was the best man guy. Somebody had fucked her to a fare-thee-well last night. That must be him. "Hello?" Roberta offered. "I don't remember either," Jim said. "Except that you were great," he added hurriedly, "And as far as I can remember we fell into the first room we saw and then it all just happened." "I can't remember anything either, except you're an evil son-of-a- bitch," Roberta said, and added quickly, "And I like that. I guess we were drunk." "Maybe we should see how it goes when we're sober," Jim gave it a shot. "Maybe," Roberta conceded, already decided that it would happen. "How about..." Jim started. "Let's let the hangover wear off," Roberta cut him off. And that was how it was that Roberta and Jim were the first to uncover the carnage of the night before. It didn't look like Chris and Alyse had gotten as far as the naked part before they passed out by the recliner. Sheri and Kyle were nowhere to be seen. Jim figured that everyone else had wandered off like Roberta and him. But there had been some pre-marital sex going on in the honeymoon suite. He vaguely remembered Brent carrying Julie off to bed. "You got to marry her now, son," he shouted as he poked at the pile in the middle of the bed. Brent's head came up. Julie's head came up. Between them, Andrew and Chris' heads came up. The girls were holding the covers to their chests. The boys were shirtless. "Now you gotta marry all of them," Jim said, breaking into a laugh. Roberta was looking over Jim's shoulder. "I don't like the look of those positions," she said. "It's boy, girl, boy, girl, but not the right boy and girl." Normally, that was a cue for Julie to blush. Instead, she paled. Brent did seem to be strangely in too many places at once last night. She wasn't sure exactly which places, but not knowing was the same thing. She wasn't even sure she'd had sex, but that meant she could have. Brent was looking at Chris. It was an appraising kind of look that dropped below her collarbones and back up just to see what he might have been into last night. He had no recollection of anything about the night before so he had less to go on than Jim. Chris had an urge to flash her tits at Brent since he seemed so interested, but she suppressed it. She remembered having a great time and some really fun people. She looked left and right at Brent and at Andrew and decided she didn't care what she'd done with whom. She felt pretty good and that was the only thing that counted, at least now. Andrew remembered going to bed with his girlfriend and was totally confused waking up between two women, neither of whom were her. He wasn't sure he'd had sex either, but he'd been snuggled up to someone. "Come on, get up. Have you seen the mess out here? We've got to clean up," Jim urged. Then Chris and the rest realized that the flash wasn't going to be optional. They all knew they were naked under there. "Why doesn't Jim be nice and throw us some clothes?" Julie asked sweetly. "Because Jim just left the room," Jim said, making good on his words. Brent took the clue and got up to find Julie's underthings. He didn't bother to pull on his shorts. He thought it would look lame and make little difference since Chris had been staring. Chris respected his decision by getting up herself. She was almost exactly the same size as Julie except perhaps fuller in the hips and had nothing to be ashamed of. Brent returned the check-out, but didn't dwell on it. He gave Julie her bra and panties and smiled at Andrew. "I'll just wait until you all leave," Andrew said. Chris ripped down the covers, catching Julie with her underwear half up her thighs, but catching Andrew totally unaware. "Don't be such a pussy. You got your show. Ante up," Chris ragged on him. By the time they were dressed and went in the other room Jim and Roberta had put glasses in the sink, tiny liquor bottles in the trash and cleaned up as much as could be done. The coffee table wobbled a little from Sheri landing on it and there were stains, but the fixable had been fixed. Alyse was now sitting in the recliner with Chris on the arm and they were both applying cold washcloths to their heads. "If that was the rehearsal, it's going to be a hell of a wedding," Alyse put in. "Yeah, at the wedding you'll know not to drink so much and maybe you'll get your clothes off before you pass out," Jim teased. Not knowing she was the only woman in the room that was sure she hadn't had sex the night before, Alyse took that badly. "We were drunk! I just felt all cozy and we were hugging," Alyse snapped at Jim. "That's what I mean. We found everybody else naked at least," Jim said. It was information, not an accusation. Alyse got it now. That meant Chris (the other Chris) and Andrew and Brent and (oooo!) Julie were all naked and... Where was Shari? "Where's Shari?" Alyse asked. "She and Kyle have disappeared," Jim said. "We found you two out here and those guys in there." "Kyle?" Julie asked with a marked question mark in the question. "He liked pink. I remember something about pink," Roberta said. Jim remembered underwear. Pink, white, it was all a jumble, but out of it emerged a clear memory of a shaved pussy. That had gone right down to the center of his brain and imbedded even through the haze. He couldn't put it in context, but he knew it wasn't Roberta's. "Underwear," Jim said. "Yeah, we both wear white," Roberta said. "And Sheri's is pink!" Jim offered his triumphant memory. That was how he ended up with Roberta. It jogged Jim back into that particular spinning memory. Sheri had turned him down even though he didn't want her, but when Roberta gave him a line, he jumped at it- or maybe stumbled near it. He had good taste when he was drunk. Roberta remembered Sheri acting like a slut, but she didn't remember anything between Jim and Sheri. She remembered throwing Jim the line and hoping he'd take it. She had good taste when she was drunk. "Well I see you're all finally up," Sheri announced as she and Kyle entered the room. "We've been up hours," Jim lied. "Where have you been?" Julie asked. "Sleeping it off," Sheri said and then looked at Alyse, "In a bed and not on the floor." "I had Chrissy for a mattress," she said, patting him on the thigh. "And I had Sheri," Kyle put in, obviously eager to tell. "You were too drunk to get it up last night," Jim laughed. "Last night I was too drunk to stay awake. We just got done doin' it this morning," Kyle smirked. Somehow this seemed to disturb Sheri. With a face that could be angelically sweet and demonseed sour, Sheri was in full demonseed mode. It seemed her proclivities were not admissible in the day or that she needed the excuse of alcohol to become the exhibitionistic slut-monkey she had been the previous night. In either case, she did not appreciate Kyle's fuck and tell. "Well, at least you know," Julie rubbed salt while intending to soothe. "I don't remember." "Do any of you remember?" Julie asked her bedfellows. Andrew remembered too much and not enough. He was sure he was with his girlfriend. He remembered cuddling. Then he couldn't pick out last night from all the other nights with his girlfriend. They did it like spoons a lot. He had no idea about last night. Brent felt like he was in the same boat. Only he remembered nothing. But he was in bed with a woman that was naked when they woke up. He was pretty sure he wasn't too drunk to know what to do with a naked woman in bed. Only he remembered nothing. Chris had done the math. She remembered enough to remember two before there were four. And she remembered Andrew was the other one. She remembered wondering if 6-foot 7 meant anything to penis size. From that she knew it was Andrew wrapped totally around her back and that, in this case, it was long enough to slip around the curve of her rear and have plenty to slip inside her. She didn't remember if it was good, but she did remember it happened. But, each for their own reasons, no one answered Julie. It wasn't like they were sure. Andrew didn't want to voice suspicions he may have screwed the bride. Brent didn't want to say he might not have screwed the bride. Chris wasn't going to say it if Andrew didn't remember. "We should have all had an orgy on your bed," Sheri tried to make light of the revelations. "It seems like everybody was doing it." "That seems to be the question," Jim said. "We did find them naked in bed, but they aren't talking." "We?" Sheri jumped. "You and... Roberta? And how about you? Were you two doing it?" Jim deferred. It made Sheri hate Kyle more. "Like animals," Roberta said. "Ask him to show you the claw marks. Here's the bruises." Jim was doubly impressed. It was a nice poke in the ego that Roberta was willing to say that and she had repelled Sheri's comment nicely. He was less impressed with the bruises around Roberta's arms. He remembered that it was pretty wild, but he didn't like thinking he hurt her. "So that's four definites and four maybes," Chris said from the arm of the chair. He looked down at Alyse and said, "I guess we have to make that up." It was good that wasn't his smoothest line because it did not impress Alyse. Chris had been pretty cute when she was drunk, but he was just a pig like all guys when she was sober. All that done, they decided that food might help their sorry conditions. It was time for a late lunch. By common agreement, the last night ended when the suite door closed behind them. At least all further conversation about what did and what might have happened. The day before the wedding started, shortly after lunch no one could find Chris (the boy) or Sheri. The night before came up, but was not discussed, when Jim quipped about their probable whereabouts and what they were probably doing there. It wasn't just a quip. It had started with an offer from Sheri to help Chris 'catch up' and an immediate adjournment to Sheri's room to get to business. As a point of interest, Sheri shared her room with Alyse and was happily aware of the chance Alyse would walk in. Her reasons were nebulous, but perhaps she was picking on Alyse because she couldn't pick on Kyle. And Chris was in her field of vision when Kyle pissed her off. Now she was going to reward him for doing the same to Alyse that Kyle had done to her. Besides, next to Jim, who had completely blown it by sleeping with Roberta, Chris was pick of the litter. Maybe pick of the litter was strong, Sheri thought as Chris see-sawed away over her. Okay was more his speed. She would have helped if she was inspired, but Chris wasn't inspiring her. And Alyse didn't even make it interesting by walking in. She was the maid of honor at his friend's wedding. She was a predatory slut. It didn't have to be the best pussy he'd ever had to make it special, Chris thought. It had enough going for it already. Alyse was not oblivious to Sheri's plotting. It fit the general pattern. But she had news for Sheri. Sheri was welcome to Chris. He'd proved himself to be a lout with his clumsy solicitation. Sheri could take him up on it. It would be just like her. Julie hadn't missed the point either. She was keeping tabs in her head. According to her reckoning, pretty much everyone had got laid. And some were starting the second round. That made her feel guilty. After they separated to cure their hangovers in their own ways, Julie confessed everything to Brent. It felt like the greatest mea culpa but it was only that she wasn't sure she didn't fuck Andrew. Brent didn't remember fucking Chris either, so he was eager to call it a wash. He was glad he waited to blurt out that information. He let Julie go first and she made her outrageous proposal. "It's just that it looks like everyone in the party is going to end up fucking everybody else and... you know, after what happened last night, it's really... stupid to go into a marriage feeling guilty," Julie prefixed, "What I mean is we shouldn't start on regret when we can make it a good thing." Brent hadn't heard anything interesting yet. Julie mistook his anticipation for attention. She got on with it and Brent got the point. It was all good. "I mean, if they're all going to pair off like cats, we should too. Why should they have all the fun? Then we won't end up resenting them. That would be bad to start a marriage resenting people for being free to sleep around," Julie chattered. Brent made a face. There was more to this than first appeared. He wanted to get it before he answered. It was okay if he fucked Chris. He could feel free with the other ones as well. He could handle that until the wedding. He'd have plenty of time with Julie over the rest of their lives. And the other guys? It was a guilty admission, even to himself, but he knew he'd like to have Jim fuck Julie just so Jim would see why Brent was so crazy over her. He guessed it wasn't that much different with any of the guys. "And which guy has got you so horny you're saying this?" Brent asked. This time Julie blushed on the blush cue. She hadn't been thinking about that. She was anxious to purge her own sin by being understanding. That it gave her permission to sin just occurred to her. "I was only thinking of you," Julie said, "But, now that you mention it, I guess you do have a couple of studly friends." Meanwhile, Kyle was exploring his hypothesis. After waking up beside a woman with no underwear and no pubic hair and being all but ordered to fuck her, Kyle was predicting that Julie's friends were all the same sort. "I was told I owed someone a boning because they didn't get one the night before. Did you get your boning last night?" Kyle asked Chris. She smiled benevolently at him. It wasn't a line that swept her off her feet, but in the present situation all she needed was a breeze to roll her over her round heels and onto her back. It was a different place, a timeframe unto itself, she could let loose without much consequence. Anyway, Sheri had fucked him. And he'd pissed Sheri off. That was as good a reason as any. Chris always thought of herself as the more efficient, if much less vocal, slut between the two of them. Sheri had the reputation, tainted at that, of being the slut, but Chris was privately sure that she was running barefoot through a bigger pool of men without the notice. As it should be, Chris thought. My right to satisfy my Don Juanism is a right, not some pathetic billboard begging men to love me. "Why yes I did," Chris answered sweetly, but then looked down, "But no one seems to be boning me now." Flushed with the proof of his hypothesis, Kyle offered his arm. Two down, two to go, he thought. Sheri didn't care whose sperm was oozing out into her panties. Julie was being a hoot. She looked so serious. She was making it sound so important that Brent have everyone in the wedding party. Sheri'd never had a girlfriend pimp her boyfriend to her before. She figured Brent would give her time to wipe off before he went for it. She didn't mind the rapid succession. Brent was the prize dick at this gathering and she was going for it. Brent was shooting glances Roberta's direction as he talked quietly with Jim. Jim and Roberta were acting more like the couple than he and Julie. He was wondering what was up. "Come here, doll," Jim said and Brent blanched as Jim motioned her over. "Evidentially they have strange customs in this neck of the wood," he told Roberta. "The groom wants the best man to approve the bride so everybody is happy at the wedding." "That's not what I said," Brent protested. "And why should I know this?" Roberta asked. Jim actually looked hurt. Roberta was sorry she had been so abrupt, but it felt like a slap in the face for Jim to announce it like that. "I just thought... I thought we... I wanted you to know, that's all," Jim finished defiant after the stumbling start. "I just said we were both free to have a last fling," Brent pushed back into the conversation. "I just said..." With both Roberta's and Jim's eyes on him he finished in a smaller voice, "that Jim should go ahead and see what Julie's like." "How very buddy of you," Roberta cut him no slack. "I just wanted you to hear this," Jim told Roberta. Her snap at Brent made her feel better. Roberta had other things to consider that were more interesting. Jim was showing signs of feelings like hers. That conceded, Julie was her friend and Brent had a point about the rewards of sharing with friends. "Then what are you waiting for?" Roberta asked Jim. "I suppose Julie is laid out hot and ready?" Roberta couldn't deny herself a little more testing. She had a smart mouth. Jim might as well find out now. "I'm not asking permission!" Jim said hotly. "I just wanted to know if it would bother you." No fair! She asked first. Even if Jim had all but said aloud that he was interested in her, she didn't want to reciprocate. "I can see his point," she said, pointing at Brent. "Julie's my friend too and I guess... well, it's her thing. She should get her wishes." There was just enough hesitation to make Jim feel smug, but he was careful not to let it show. They still hadn't tried it sober. Maybe he was dreaming when she seemed perfect. Roberta's goose/gander question about Brent never made it to her lips. Sheri swept up and dragged Brent away. "Julie said to take you to see something in my room," Sheri said. When they were gone, Roberta and Jim laughed. "I see Sheri just got the news," Roberta said. "You know why I wanted you to hear that, don't you?" Jim was serious again. "I like you- a lot and I don't want to mess that up before it gets started." Roberta took a deep breath, mostly to stop a quick retort. "We'll see," Roberta bided her time, "But it's way too early for me to object to a one-time shot with an about-to-be-bride. Go ahead. It seems like it means a lot to Brent." Then she got a wicked look. "And then I'll see about Brent when we can pry Sheri's hooks out of him," she grinned. Chris recognized the type. Kyle was the memorable fucker. There were all those artificial wiggles in his backstroke and the attempt at angles and syncopation that were unique. For all that, he was pumping cock into her steady enough to keep her interest. He wasn't sure of his sexuality, but was preoccupied in proving he was. He didn't quite get it, but he was trying hard. The prediction of her sexual profiling was Kyle would break down really soon and start fucking her like a man. It was instinctive after all and when Kyle lost control, he'd get in the groove. Happily, she was right. Interesting got to be downright good when he kicked into gear and she grabbed his ass to urge him on. Her enthusiasm turned on high beams in Kyle's eyes and he went at her like he was just out of prison. It was one on the good side of the ledger. She only wished she remembered if it had been good with Andrew. Brent knew what Sheri was going to show him before she undid a button. That is, he knew her intention. He knew other things because they had been all but pushed in his face at the party, but he was only considering the impact of Julie's idea. It came down to: Sheri is going to fuck everyone. I might feel left out if I'm not one of them. I guess it can't hurt. Sheri did everything she could to keep it from being painful. It was a chance to strut her whole act. She'd set the bar as high as she could for Julie to equal. "Now what does Mr. Brent Anderson like?" Sheri asked as she lay beside Brent lightly stroking his cock. "Does he have a very favorite?" No. Brent liked it all. He liked whatever he did. With Julie that depended on cues so subtle that Brent didn't know what they were. He got an urge, he got a feeling and he did it. Julie sometimes cared and they did that. For himself it was never pre-meditated. "You like your cock sucked?" Sheri asked. "Yeah," Brent said, unnecessarily since Sheri was already swooping down on his cock. It wasn't really a question. What guy didn't like his cock sucked? Sheri considered herself unparalleled and wanted to imbed herself in Brent's memory. It was her dedication and willingness to sacrifice that most men remembered. She didn't let up and gave them no moments of frustration. Sucking was done with a cock in your mouth and Sheri didn't take it out to play around. It got her lots of mouthsfull of unannounced cum, but no one complained. She was more careful with Brent. She stopped long before he could possibly be ready to shoot off in her mouth. He had a couple more stops before she wanted him to cum. But before she got him to that point the room door opened and they heard Alyse shriek. "Don't you ever do anything that includes having clothes on!" she called loudly through the door she had jerked shut. She couldn't believe it. Brent of all people. Poor Julie. She had no trouble believing it of Sheri. It was like an obsession with Sheri. It was like she didn't have any small talk so she fucked them instead. But Brent was getting married. How could he do this to Julie? It gave her a very low opinion of the groom that even the facts had a hard time dislodging. Sheri was pleased. If Alyse didn't catch her with Chris, at least she got to play the same trick with Brent. It served the uptight little bitch right. "You like pussy?" Sheri asked as she swung a leg over Brent. Brent didn't answer that time. He was wondering why Sheri didn't find some way to get her tits out when she was acting the slut. They were very nice tits. He found them more interesting than that she shaved her crotch. Sheri didn't demand his co-operation. She was happy to have him be the subject and let her control the fucking. It let her show off all the moves her hips had learned on the cocks of a thousand men. Back and forth, around and around, figure eights and up and down, she found out which ones drew the reaction and inserted more into her motions. Brent liked them all. He was too easy to please. Sheri hoped he was as easy to impress. "You like to fuck girls in the ass?" she asked as she was grinding particularly energetically with Brent's cock buried deep in her belly. "You like to feel it all the way up their tiny buttholes? You like to fuck ass?" Sheri's survey said any phrase referring to ass was magic and it gained power with repetition. She had made guys cum by saying it enough times before they even got it in her ass. Brent didn't think that needed an answer either. Sheri had been running things so far and he figured she intended to keep running them. Yeah, he'd like to fuck Sheri in the ass. She was there wasn't she? There was only an inch's difference. He might as well. "Then you're going to have to get up and fuck my ass," Sheri told Brent without giving any indication that she was getting off him. "You have to do something for a change. You have to bend me over and put it in my ass." Instructions over, she gave her ass a wiggle as a parting shot and got off Brent. She was lying about Brent's responsibilities. She got right to her hands and knees and waited. It would be interesting to be told what to do like this, Brent thought, but he was imagining Julie doing the telling. From Sheri it had the hint of a production line. Brent felt like the millionth model coming down the line. "Don't I have to lube your ass or something?" Brent asked. Sheri took his hand and rubbed it over her pussy. "Just use some of that," she said, "My ass is ready for you." She wasn't just saying that. Brent's finger slid right into her ass and his cock faced no more resistance when it followed his finger. It was easier to get into Sheri's ass, but she could clamp down just as hard as Julie. Brent took advantage of her clenching hole with quick little thrusts. "No! Deeper! All the way!" Sheri urged him. Brent actually liked to wait until the last stroke before cumming to go all the way up. He got off on the choking grip right around the head of his cock and watching the asshole bulge in and out as it tried to keep his cock from popping out. But he did as he was told. He pounded his cock all the way into Sheri's ass harder and faster as she demanded. It was taking him some time to build the excitement that way. Some three minutes past the time Sheri hoped he would shoot off in her ass, she was despairing the decision to forego lube. It wasn't a problem getting a cock up her ass, but Brent had been ramming in and out of her hole so long that she was beginning to rub raw. She wasn't about to stop now, but she was silently begging Brent to cum. When he did, it was the familiar warm feeling of being right up in the middle of Sheri for Brent. For Sheri it was an ouchy but welcome end to the abuse. She wondered if he fucked Julie in the ass and if he did, how she survived. Jim wasn't going to go there. It was something of a courtesy call he was making on Julie. He was going to enjoy it like fucking, but he was keeping his head. He was checking it out and doing a buddy a favor. "Hi," Jim said as he saw Julie sitting on the bed. "Hi?" Julie raised her eyebrows, "No loud wise crack or slightly off-color retort? Hi? Did Brent tell you I needed my pillows plumped or something?" "If you must know, I'm hoping not to enjoy this too much," Jim said. "Well, that's great start," Julie said frostily. "No offense," Jim said, knowing it was too late, "It's just that last night... Well, I'm really beginning to like Roberta. And I want to do this... for a lot of reasons... but I don't want to piss her off." "Does Roberta know this?" Julie asked. "She said it was okay," Jim said, "But is it?" "Roberta doesn't mince words. Does she seem like the kind that minces words to you?" Julie replied. "If it bothered her, you'd know it." It was kind of sweet that Jim was like this. Julie didn't know him well enough to know if he was the right kind of guy for Roberta, but it would be nice if Roberta could find the right guy. She was just so straight-forward that she scared off a lot of guys. And big. That's how she ended up paired with Andrew for the wedding. She dealt with it, but Julie knew Roberta felt it every time she walked into a room. "So then, I guess it's time to... I guess it's time to stop talking." Jim said. Julie nodded her assent. It was time for some good old sharing and she was letting Jim make the first move. She waited until he was pulling off his pants and then threw back the corner of the sheet. Whoop! There it is. Jim kicked off his pants and pulled down his underwear to reveal a thumping hard-on. It had gone from throbbing to thumping when Julie unveiled the whole package at once. Being very critical, her tits were pretty small and there was no meat on her ass at all. But as a whole, and all at once, she looked good. Even those small tits and narrow ass gave her a look that was inviting in its own fresh new virgin way. To Julie, Jim looked like just the guy she'd pick to stud her if she was going to run around on Brent. More rangy compared to Brent's solid, Jim exuded energy where Brent gave off power. If she was getting a pre-marital roll in the hay, it better be energetic. "So do we kiss and stuff and work up to it?" Jim asked. "I see how you are," Julie said. "You distract women with questions and then pounce while they're thinking." Jim smiled at her. She had been miss prissy missy, nervous nelly up to now, but some of the steel underneath was starting to peek though the taffeta covering. He should have known Brent wouldn't fall for some rag doll. "I'm trying to be sensitive. Don't make fun of me because I've never had any practice," Jim quipped back. "So be your insensitive self and try me out so you can be jealous for Brent's benefit," Julie said. She was talking a bit braver than she felt, but she was also a bit anxious to find out what the cock bobbing between Jim's legs felt like inside her. Hesitant and horny were working very hard to cancel each other out. Jim was starting to like Julie maybe a little too much. If she was great in the sack, he could end up being jealous of Brent. But that wasn't going to stop him. Maybe she was a bad fuck. "Then assume the position, because here I come," Jim said as he hopped onto the bed. It was good to have a hard-on. Julie liked them. Jim found that out when he took her in his arms. It was so natural that it seemed accidental when her hand went between his body and his cock and her fingers split around the rigid tool. He was kissing her about the mouth and face and her fingers were giving him the most novel stroking. It was so casual it was double hot and Jim had never been touched quite the same way. Her straddling fingers were a tease as they moved up and down his shaft while her thumb moved over his cock like an explorer. The rest of her seemed not to know what her hand was doing. She offered her throat and arched her breasts up to be kissed while running her other hand through his hair as if nothing else was happening. But Jim was glad it was. Her back-handed explorations were keeping him eager to climb on his buddy's fiancée and try her good. "Well, golly, you feel ready to fuck," Jim said when his fingers strayed down to Julie's flowing slit. "What a surprise," Julie breathed, "Hard to imagine I'd be hot when all I was doing was fucking the best man on the night of my wedding." Yup. That was what was happening. He was getting his shot at the bride. Julie's matching part hadn't occurred to Jim. As much as he cared, he guessed it made sense. "Then I guess it's time to rub stuff together and make some fire," Jim said as he settled Julie flat on her back and climbed between her legs. Jim slid his cock into Julie to contented hums from both of them. They could leave whatever awkwardness they felt behind now and get to business. This was the main event. They could concentrate on fucking. Jim wasn't too impressive until late. Julie suffered his heaving thrusts with satisfaction but little excitement. It was only when he couldn't hold back that she got the energy she was expecting. Then it was all she hoped for. Fortunately, she had been so focused on this dash of furious pistoning that it was enough to make her cum in the first twenty seconds of the half minute of fury. Jim had done half his job. He'd checked Julie out, successfully it seemed, but he hadn't remained disinterested. Julie was explosive in the sack, like a time bomb waiting for the last moment to go off. He didn't know how he could look at her and not think of that. Julie enjoyed it, after she was afraid she might not, but one roll in the hay wasn't enough to affect her that much. She got her second chance to be moved almost immediately. Chris had stopped to talk with Roberta with Kyle following like a tail and they were in the hall when Jim came out of the suite grinning. He tried to pull back on the smile when he saw Roberta, but it was too late. "I'm glad you had a good time," Roberta said with no intent that Jim could read. "She has a smart mouth like you," Jim said. "You know how funny I think that is." It was two direct hits. There was something comforting and something still edgy in both their retorts. It let them know the tension was still there and kept it, well, tense. "What's going on in there?" Kyle interrupted the exchange. He and Chris were busy doing the push-me, pull-you when the decision was announced. "Didn't you see the grin?" Chris asked. "It looks like the bride is evaluating her options." "Yeah!?" Kyle looked at Jim and Roberta. "With everybody?" Roberta explained the situation with her eyebrows raised. She wasn't sure Julie had meant everyone. By her own evaluation she felt that Brent had a free field, but she thought Julie would be more selective. Kyle wasn't looking for subtle indications. He wanted to know he had a shot. "Then I better check this out," Kyle said. "Let him go. It'll be quick," Chris said as Kyle walked into the suite. Roberta closed her mouth. She wasn't sure what Chris meant by that crack, but she saw it was pointless. No matter how blunt she was, Kyle would still want to take his chances. "You say they're both going wild?" Chris asked Roberta. "Then where's Brent?" she asked, getting the affirmative nod. Here was a new situation. Roberta felt she had survived Jim's grin pretty well. But she was anxious to see how he looked when she came out grinning herself. She figured she was next in line after Brent escaped Sheri. She really didn't want Chris jumping the line, but she didn't want to seem that anxious either. Jim was right there. She didn't want him getting the wrong idea, like she was eager to pay him back or, worse, that she was another hot-pants like Sheri or Chris. "Sheri grabbed him," Roberta was forced to admit. "And how did I not know that?" Chris snickered. "At least she's honest," Jim said when Chris had gone looking for Brent. "What do you mean?" Roberta asked, alert for a change in Jim's feelings. "You know what I mean," Jim said, "Sheri's all, oh gosh, it just happened. At least Chris isn't trying to fool anyone." It wasn't enough to accuse him of admiration, so Roberta comforted herself with the antipathy toward Sheri. Jim would be what he would be. It would just be nice if he turned out to be a good one. Kyle was standing in the sitting room of the suite figuring his next move. He was pretty sure there was naked Julie to be seen if he wanted to barge in the next room or maybe look through a crack. If she was going to turn him down, it would be some consolation and well worth it. But if he had a chance to fuck her, then it might ruin it. He was deciding if he wanted lesser, but surer or if he was going to bet it all on the big roll. There were other issues with walking in on Julie, like Brent beating him up- or Julie beating him up, so he went for it all. "Julie, it's Kyle. Are you decent?" he called out. Julie wasn't sure what to say. In some small way it was flattering that they wanted her, but it was small like the number of females on Earth that they wouldn't fuck. In a more personal place it made her feel like something on the salad bar. And Kyle? Andrew was her next choice after Jim, because he was so sweet, but she thought Andrew was the one that got her in this in the first place. It was mean to say Kyle was the last one she wanted, but she certainly would have picked Chris next after Andrew. And were dicks like pagers? Did they flash a message felt in every pair of trousers in the vicinity when a guy was getting some? She was sure taking on every man in the wedding party back-to-back was not what she meant when she talked to Brent. "I just wanted to say I'm glad you picked me to be in the wedding party and that I'll help you out in any way I can if you want me to," Kyle said after his first call met silence. "I mean, I just heard and if you want me to help out..." What the hell? She had just fucked the best man. Where was the high moral ground she was standing on? She was standing level with Sheri. And she was dressed for it. "Come in, Kyle," she called out. "I don't know if I'm decent, but Brent says I'm okay." BINGO! Now Kyle only had to worry if it had been long enough since he'd fucked Chris. He didn't want Julie to think he couldn't get it up. As she passed by the room she and Roberta were supposed to share she noticed the door was open. She looked in and Alyse was sitting on one of the beds. "Hi Alyse," Chris said. "I mean you're welcome to stay, but what are you doing here?" "Sheri is busy in our room- with Brent!" Alyse snapped. Alyse scowled more when she saw that bit of information light up Chris' face. It didn't help to explain the situation. Brent was an okay guy and all but Alyse certainly wasn't turned on by the idea of fucking the groom. That wasn't the way it was done. You could have sex with a guy you just met in some circumstances, but for Alyse the preferred pattern was a courtship and then later the reward. And then she certainly didn't want the man comparing her with some bimbo the next day. Alyse thought Julie was making a mistake and knew it was Brent's fault. Chris trotted off to find Brent and Alyse knew she would soon be ousted from this room as well. She walked down in the hall and saw Roberta. Brent had all sorts of misgivings when he saw Chris headed at him like a man-seeking missle. There was no mistaking her intent. For one thing, he thought they had already had the pleasure. That was part of the original problem. In addition, Chris was too much like Julie, at least in body, which Brent had convinced himself was the reason she was part of the original problem. For another, dreams of studliness aside, Brent was feeling like a sex object. This all too obvious race to get in his pants was creepy. As a footnote to the last, his dick was curled up comfortably dreaming happy dick dreams after its workout with Sheri. He didn't know how happy it would be to be roused from its slumbers and pressed into Chris. He was still having misgivings when Chris dragged him into the room Alyse had so recently vacated. "I don't know... well, I know what you want, but I'm not sure it's a good idea," Brent stalled. "I don't know if I can and I don't think it's what Julie meant." Chris cut to the part she imagined was bothering Brent. "Don't be shy," she said. "I imagine Sheri did her best to drain you. I'm not expecting you to jump on me right now. We've got time. I plan on making it real good time. You won't have any questions when the time is right." "I believe that, but I don't think it's right," Brent said. "Oh come on, Julie has her feet pointed at the ceiling rockin' with someone right now," Chris said impatiently. "You're supposed to take advantage. After all, it's your last chance." Brent was acting like Chris was deformed or something. She didn't like the way he was trying so hard to get away. "But I've already... I mean, you and I... you know... It's the whole reason we've got to do this stuff in the first place," Brent said. "Got to do this stuff?" Chris was too pissed to be amused, amusing as the idea was. "What's the matter? Don't you like sex? Or is it just me?" "No, no," Brent said quickly, "I'm sure you're great. I don't remember, but the point is that I've fucked you and I don't think I should make it a habit." So he had a case of the guilts. It was an excuse, Chris thought, but not a very good one. "Oh for god's sake! You didn't screw me," Chris huffed at Brent. "No? You sure?" Brent asked. "It was Andrew, but I don't have the heart to tell him," Chris admitted. "Then he and... It was you and Andrew? Why did he wake up holding Julie?" Brent tried to process. "I don't know. Why did the chicken cross the road? Maybe he turned over?" Chris was exasperated. "So this would be the first time?" Brent brightened. "Not if you're still considering the possibility," Chris said. "It WILL be the first time, or there'll never be a time." "You got that right," Brent said. "This is too hard on a guy. After the wedding, I'm sticking to Julie." He was just dense, infuriating, but dense. He wasn't calculating anything. And it was cute the way he was so loyal. Chris softened a bit. "So come on, you've examined the goods, now's the time for the test drive," Chris said. The reference to the little game when they woke up hit home with Brent. That was something solid they shared. Brent worked well with solid. Chris might say he wasn't so bad with pliable, either. Even limp and swinging, his cock was a nice toy and Brent let her play with it to her heart's content once she got his initial fear out of the way. Kyle had no trouble getting it up. He was buzzing so much with the idea of the nude bride waiting for him that it took two tries to work the knob of the door. When he saw her partially covered on the bed he felt the stirring. The idea of sneaking and peeping had stoked the fire. The victory of being invited in set it alight. Tomorrow he'd watch her marry his friend and his dick would be reminding him just what it felt like to be inside her, fucking her. Julie was waiting where she had been left by Jim. The covers were carlessly in disarry. They covered one small arc of one breast and then scalloped over her to cover her groin just to the point that one leg lay bare to the top in Kyle's gaze. Kyle skinned out of his clothes and tried not to run to the bed. When he lifted the covers he encountered more unexpected than wished for. Julie had a cute little cunt, but it was leaking cum. There was a growing wet spot between her legs left by Jim. Kyle had an unnatural aversion to sloppy seconds. It wasn't any particular disgust at the thought of another man's cum. It was the idea that he was second best. He paused for a second before he overcame it. Shit, it wasn't like Sheri was cherry for him. If he thought of the lake of cum that had been shot in Sheri, he wouldn't have fucked her. This was a chance of a lifetime. Kyle got over the wetness. "Oh my," Julie said, seeing his hesitation. "I must look like a slut." "You know, somehow that makes you hotter," Kyle said, not really comforting Julie. Chris wasn't anything like Julie, physical resemblance aside. Where he and Julie sort of fell into things, Chris had distinct plans for how they would fuck. She wasn't going to be as slutty as Sheri, but she was going to do her best to impress Brent. Her present best was her mothering devotion to his cock. She was letting Brent know that she had his interests at heart. She wasn't exploring his cock with her tongue and kissing it for her own good. She wasn't trying to rush his hard-on. She was making him feel good while they waited. She was showing him that she really liked his cock and not just what it could do for her. Brent preferred it to conversation. He didn't really want to draw up a game plan and it would be stupid to talk about the weather. And it felt good. He enjoyed everything she was showing him. When his erection returned, Chris treated him to the fast blow-job and the hard blow-job. She knew she could afford to suck him like that because he wasn't in danger of shooting quick. "Now you pick a position," she said to Brent. "How do you want to do it?" "The split bamboo," Brent said. "What?" Chris asked. "Roughly, like this," Brent said and pulled her around. She got the split part. Brent was straddling her lower leg and holding her other leg up. He had perfect control of all aspects of penetration. That was his plan. He was going to show Chris something, now that he had a hard-on that would last the manuvers. He could choose angles front and back and up and down and he meant to find her favorites and pound them. She thought she wanted him. He was going to give her a real reason to cry as she watched Julie lock him up forever tomorrow. He was going to show her. Julie wasn't as accurate as Chris in identifying Kyle's exact type, but she knew he was a little rehearsed for someone fucking someone for the first time. She guessed in some way that was nice. It made her appreciate Brent's spontanaeity more. It wasn't horrible, only somewhat distracting. Kyle seemed to be calling attention to his style rather than fucking to excite her. He was succeeding in making a unique memory, but it wasn't a particularly flattering one. Whirlwind Sheri was considering the devastation in her wake. She hadn't left herself many options. She'd just as soon go to Julie's and fuck Mr. Newton as have anything to do with Jim. But there was Andrew and big man could mean big dick. The problem was finding where he was hiding. At least she thought that was the problem. "I'm here because my friend wants me in his wedding," Andrew told her bluntly, "I've got a girlfriend. I'm not here to get laid." "That's not what I heard about last night," Sheri said. "We were all drunk and no one knows what really happened," Andrew said defensively. "So that's not why you aren't in line at the bride's door?" she asked. "I thought it was because you already had your ride." It was distressing news to Andrew and not because it changed his opinion of Julie. He was trying to convince himself that the images, which were coming clearer in flashes, were still memories of the last time with his girlfriend and not of a drunken tryst with the bride-to- be. "Oooops," Sheri pounced on his worried expression, "Maybe one of of you remembers more than she's admitting. And if you've sinned once, what can once more matter?" It was getting to be a point of pride for Sheri. Men were supposed to hit on her and she was supposed to put up a faint struggle before falling back with her legs spread. She didn't like men stuggling when she hit on them. "Well, I don't remember," Andrew said, not strictly lying, exactly, "And your logic stinks." It was a fucked up world. Sheri was made grimmer by seeing Brent come out of the room Chris shared with Roberta. There had to be someone else. But she mentally checked them off: Kyle, Chris, Brent. That left Andrew who rejected her and Jim who nauseated her. "There's my dream date now," Roberta left Jim's side to catch Brent by the arm. With a broad smile for the tall best man, she turned him back to the room he had just left. The bed he'd fucked Chris on was still warm. Chris was getting in the shower. Brent had actually had fun fucking Chris. He liked Roberta. But a man has his limits. "Hey, I like you and all..." Brent began. "Shut up," Roberta said and pushed him on the unused bed. She was on him like a tiger and stopped his talking with her tongue. It was a novel thing. At her most aggressive, Julie was more like a playful puppy. He let Julie play because he appreciated her participation, but Roberta was demanding. But the only thing she was demanding was that he lay quiet and kiss her. He waited for her to attack, but it was all wait. He didn't want to start anything and she was a good kisser. They stayed locked like that until Chris giggled and vacated the room. Then he felt her relax. He thought he knew what was going on. "So what you want to know about Jim?" he asked after pushing her off, quite easily he noticed. "Is it that obvious?" she asked. "On an abundance of the evidence," Brent said. "Like attacking me as if you were proving something and then finding out you couldn't prove it." "Not just like that," Roberta complained, "I wasn't going to do anything while Chris was here. And I still will." "I don't doubt that," Brent held his hand up, "But we've got plenty of time to talk in any case." "Julie has this whole guilty thing going on," he said to take up the time, "She's in our room paying pennance and I just found out she's got nothing to feel guilty about. Nor do I." "So she fucked it up worse trying to make it better?" Roberta asked. "Not by me," Brent said. "I could have done without Sheri or Chris, although that was better, or you, no offense, but I know why she's doing it and it doesn't change the way I feel about her." "Now I do want to fuck you," Roberta sighed, "Or maybe kill Julie so I can have you myself." "What about Jim?" he brought her back to the start. "What about Jim?" she asked. Over the space of an energetic fuck- the timeframe, not the act, Brent gave her specifics but not details of Jim's strengths and foiables. It was his trade for not having to get undressed. After an appropriate span they pledged to neither confirm nor deny what happened or didn't happen in the room. It satisfied Roberta's desire to see Jim's face when they emerged. Unsure about her resolve after the bout with Kyle, but taking comfort in learning that some lovers were much worse than others and she was getting a good one, Julie answered tentatively to the knock on the door. "You alone?" she heard Brent's voice with relief. "I don't regret marrying you, or I won't tomorrow," Brent said to her larger relief. "Me neither," Julie said, "Except maybe Jim, those other guys are duds." "And I don't think we need to discuss details," Brent said, "Maybe someday when we're real old and need a spark. But let's make this the start of us together." Julie smiled thinking it was his reaction to hearing about Jim. Brent kept his mouth shut about Chris' (the girl) revelation and kept the secret he pledged to Roberta. "Nice guy, isn't he?" Jim said tentatively as Roberta came back to him. He wasn't casual, he was troubled- a good sign. He wasn't upset, not irrational- also a good sign. He was just right. It was awkward. She knew from seeing him come out of the room after being with Julie. "Julie's a lucky girl," Roberta confirmed. "Weird wedding, huh?" Jim fell back on the obvious, not knowing what else to say. "I don't want to be drunk," Roberta took the reins. "What?" Jim asked. "This time. I want to see how it is sober," she said. They both knew what she meant by that. "Now what is this about everybody fucking the bride?" Chris (boy) asked Chris (girl). "I think you missed the window of opportunity," she said. Hid out until it passed more correctly. The idea was fine, but fraught with complications- performance, revenge, death. Chris had decided to respectfully decline. "But if you'd like a consolaton prize..." Chris (girl) said with her head tilted to the side. "Hey Sheri! I still like pink," Kyle, three celebration drinks to the wind after boinking the bride, called out. With a grimace of disgust and a quick look down the hall, she tugged him by the arm into her room. "You know the best part about being with you?" Brent asked, "It's that it's you." Julie just put her head back and enjoyed his hand on her ass and his finger sliding in the crack. She tried to coordinate the movement of her finger in his crack to it. "It's better sober," Jim said, his mouth slightly open as he looked at Roberta. There was much missed in their falling into bed the previous night, for one, the Amazon beauty of Roberta naked. "You know that already?" she laughed. "I know I want to fuck you tonight before I'm in the middle," he said, "And this time it's not just my dick talking." Brent had said he wasn't a wordsmith. But she knew what he meant. She already knew that part for herself. She was waiting for the actual performance before handing out awards. "Whoa, cowboy," Chris(girl) put her hand on Chris'(boy) chest. "We both have to be here in the morning. No reason to jump me like you have to ride off into the sunset." It wasn't like a rebuke. She was laying under him with her legs spread and her knees up. It was more like a lesson. He'd never had a lesson before. "I'll give you your drink when you've earned it. Now get back down there," Sheri said sternly to the face peeping up from between her legs. Kyle went back to his mildly amusing lapping and Sheri rolled her eyes. Alyse gave the door a dirty look as she passed. There was no reason to even try. That slut Sheri would have someone in there if she had to drag the night manager from behind his desk. Andrew didn't have to try the door. He heard growls coming from inside. There were two from the sound and that meant it was crowded. Also too loud to sleep. "Locked out?" he asked Alyse as they approached the other doors. "Sheri." she said and they both understood. "So some room has to be empty," Andrew reasoned. Alyse stood by nervously as Andrew reached for the knob. "Now you be the saddle and I'll be the cowboy," Chris was saying. Andrew pulled the door closed quickly and they shared a look. Andrew was bemused by the girl Chris positioning herself over the boy Chris. It struck him, as it had Brent before, how much her rear was like Julie's. He shook off further thought by bowing graciously to Alyse. "Then this room must be empty," he said, opening it boldly. Alyse looked suspiciously at him. "No, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you," Andrew misinterpreted her look. "I already feel bad enough waking up naked with a woman, two women actually, and I just want to sleep." Still suspicious, Alyse skipped past him into the room. It didn't appear the covers had ever been turned down. "I have a girlfriend and I'm not going to cheat on her," Andrew felt the need to explain, "I hope I haven't, and I'm not going to knowingly." For a brief moment, Alyse wished he would. He was the type she could like. But then she decided she would sleep in her clothes just in case. "It's so quick," Julie heard Brent say. "Yeah," she said dreamily in his arms. She was no longer worried that he was having second thoughts. It did seem everything was speeding by. "Well?" Brent said. "What?" Julie asked, looking up at him for a clue what he wanted her to say. "I asked you to suck my dick," Brent said, impatiently trying to pretend patience. "Oh!" she said, sliding down, "I thought you said... never mind." Mr. Tummytickler had been on an adventure, she thought as she ran her tongue around the rounded plunger head. And where have you been? She asked as she licked the underside where it joined the shaft. Certainly it had explored Sheri. Every dick in the vicinity would visit that hairy cave if Sheri had her way- and hair. And Chris too. Because Julie knew that Chris was just as cock-hungry as Sheri in her own way. What had Mr. Tickler thought as he probed Roberta? She mused as Mr. Tickler explored her mouth. Did 'Berta fuck as hard as she was sucking Brent's cock? And Alyse? If she was going to break her romance princess veneer, it would be Brent- or the idea of Brent the fiancee, that would open her legs and welcome Mr. Tummy. She found it didn't matter. Mr. Tummytickler was hers now. Just as he was swelling and throbbing as her lips worked up and down, he would be hard and ready to satisfy her for all the days of the rest of her life. He was here now, wasn't he? Her own excursions had taught her that there was good and worse out there, but nothing better than Mr. Tickler and especially Brent, who loved her. She hadn't needed the experiment to know that. Brent wasn't the only boy she'd ever fucked. She hadn't really needed to try, except she wasn't going to let Brent fuck other women without getting something and she had felt so guilty. "Come on now, I want to fuck," Brent said. "You said fuck? Not duck- or truck?" Julie asked. Brad was puzzled, but it didn't matter when she lay back beside him. "No! You cheated!" Roberta accused Jim when her clever attempt to roll on top of him turned into thumping to the floor with Jim in control of one of her legs. "Now how are you going to make me kiss your ass?" Jim chortled with his temporary mastery. Kissing ass hadn't been a topic of discussion. In fact, the impromptu wrestling match had sprouted suddenly in the uneasy moments of beginning sober. Neither was quite ready to surrender, although they both knew they would in the end. It started over who was going to lean back and who was going to kiss. Discussed or not, Jim used his advantage to bend down and kiss Roberta tenderly on the butt. He drew a circle with his tongue that made her wiggle. Roberta felt silly and a rush of tenderness. But she had another leg. In another instant, Jim was on the floor with her and she had reversed the advantage. Or at least their positions. She was over him, his cock pointing at her face. The urge to control fled. It suddenly seemed more fun to fuck than to fight. She lowered her face to kiss his dick like he had kissed her ass. Under her, Jim pulled himself up by her ass and returned the favor on her nether lips. His tongue burrowed; her mouth engulfed. "Why don't you play with these?" Chris asked Chris. She wasn't giving up her seat on her like-named partner until he stopped straining to thrust up into her. She put his hands on her breasts as a diversion. It seemed to distract him for a second. It was too fucking good. Didn't she understand? There was wet pussy rubbing right there around the base of his cock. He was deep in the pink and she was making him crazy with the way she moved and kept reminding him. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to pump hard and squirt. He couldn't take much more. But the tits. They were nice. And bigger than they looked when she had clothes on. He still wanted to fuck, but maybe he could play with her tits a while since she wasn't letting him up. "All right, lover," Sheri relented, "You can put it in now if you promise- promise to go slow." Kyle crawled up her body with a smirk. They all wanted the cock master. He hadn't watched all 47 'Screaming Climaxers' for nothing. He had it down. Fuck! He'd fucked the bride on her wedding night. It didn't get much hotter than that! "I said slow! And just in and out for Christ's sake," Sheri scolded Kyle's triumphant entry and his immediate use of 'the corkscrew'. "Do it right and I'll let you fuck me in the ass," Sheri tempted. "I do love you," Brent said as he thrust slowly into Julie, "But I think today was stupid." She stiffened a bit at the rebuke. Was he having second thoughts about her screwing his best friend? "Why?" she asked timidly. "Like I could ever resent you," Brent said, stopping his motion and kissing her. "But you're not sorry, are you?" she asked, still concerned. He looked into her eyes and smiled. "It was a waste of time and energy," he said. "Energy that I could have used on you," he emphasized with a thrust, "I know I want you most and only. I always have." Julie relaxed into enjoying the steady surge of his cock inside her. She let her thighs rub warmly along his as he moved. She felt safe in his arms. She loved the feel of his back under her fingers. "But it wasn't a bad thing?" she couldn't leave it be. "It stunk," Brent said, stopping again. "Sheri? pffft! The only good thing was making me never want anyone but you." "What about me?" Julie asked in a small voice, "What about me and the others?" "You tell me," Brent said, "I'm going to forget it like that dweeb from Central. You tell me about the others." "I love you, Brent," she answered. "Now let me on top." "Want to try the bed?" Jim asked, voice strained from the sucking Roberta was giving his cock. He felt at a disadvantage. Roberta had a clear path to his cock and he was only partially able to hold himself up and lick her pussy. Generally that was a good division, but he wanted to impress this one. "Truce?" he asked as they stood up. Roberta smiled and nodded without really agreeing. It wasn't so awkward any more. At least she knew she wanted his cock inside her and she was going to let him put it there. After? That was still to be determined. "You know, some day we'll be too old to fight like this every time we want to fuck," Jim said as he slid over to her on the bed. Some day? It sounded like someone was making plans he hadn't mentioned. Roberta let that sink in while he kissed her. He was taking a lot for granted. His kiss seemed like that too. Familiar, easy, not to impress but to share. As he reached down to give her the cock she craved, she decided she didn't mind. She wished she had the guts to think of them that way. She didn't think she'd mind that a bit. "But this isn't some day, sucker," she grinned at him as her legs came up like a steel trap and forced him into her. She was even more Amazon-like with the armlets of bruises. Jim refrained from grabbing her there again. He put his arms under hers and gripped her shoulders to help them both achieve the the rough hard thrusts. She was fire. He heaved into her to try and match her heat. "Damn it! damn it! damn it! damn it!" Chris was wailing as her hips jerked on Chris. Her control was fading. He wasn't giving up and her riding on his hard cock was having its natural consequence. Too much bumping on her clit as he stubbornly refused to be still. She was cumming. "Squeeze those!" she gasped as she gave in. The Chris under her hadn't been particularly gentle with her breasts as she hung him on a hook of madness before. He tried to comply, but was confused. It was like torture, but it felt so good. He grabbed her breasts tight and let her shaking do the rest. He didn't know what else to do. She was having a fit and he was so close to cumming. She had kept him there. If only he could fuck her, it wouldn't be long, but now it seemed she was going to die. "Oh god!" Chris collapsed with a long sigh, "Go ahead. Fuck me. I can't stop you any more. Just do it the way you do." He really couldn't do much like this. He didn't reach so well. He had to roll her off him and get on top. "In! and out In! and out," Sheri was shrieking loud enough to carry where Alyse was still uncomfortably trying to sleep. She had resorted to clamping Kyle's hips in her hands and was pulling him into her without letting him do his fancy moves. Kyle thought she was crazy. He let her move him in fear of what she might do if he resisted. She wasn't going to cum. She wasn't going to cum. She was going to move on Brent's cock until he came. Julie's face was a mask of her frustration as she tried to hold off the tickles, the twinges. "Oh Julie! I can't hold on any longer!" Brent moaned. "Don't! Please!" Julie begged. "But I can't!" Brent gasped. "Don't stop!" she tried to be clear, "Cum! I'm going..." It wasn't even voluntary. Not Brent grasping her confusing pleas or Julie giving in. They just exploded. The limit was reached and they flopped and jerked in its grip with no choice. "Brent!" "Julie!" After that they would sleep dreamless sleep until the wedding. "No! No!" Roberta begged through gritted teeth. Don't let it be over! Don't let me be the first! Jim's heroic energy was fucking her into submission. He was more than a match. He was the one that could subdue and outlast her. She had thrown every obstacle in his way and he had broken through them. He had scaled her wall and was on the verge of bending her under his will. "Yes! Yes!" Jim huffed in the panting of his exertion. He could feel the steel soften in the heat of their coupling. She was the one that could challenge him, take more than he had. She was a rock. He pounded more urgently to prove himself. No! Too much! It was the last he had. He wouldn't... There were shrieks. In the sound, neither could identify the one that issued from them. It was raw outpouring. In the noise they forged something that was not either of them alone, but both together. They jerked in the after shock with transient twitches. They were still far too back in primal mists to know speech. She said she came. It was an orgasm. And... With a flurry, Chris finally, after longer than he surmised, was as close as he had imagined. He heaved into the pliant woman with his name and came. "Go on and sleep then," Sheri said with disgust. "You weren't getting to fuck my ass anyway." ### Next: A rash of unplanned pregnancies sweeps through the wedding party in a tale called: The DNA Test Party: Case of the Contaminated Contraceptives