Keywords: M/F anal, oral
Author: W R Jenkins
Title: Meating the Wedding Party

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	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."
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Next: A rash of unplanned pregnancies sweeps through the wedding party
in a tale called: The DNA Test Party: Case of the Contaminated
Contraceptives