“How did things go with Vicky,” Jen asked as I met her back in the reception hall on the way to our table.  

I just gave her a sideways look, “Pretty much how you’d expect,”  but I didn’t elaborate or break my word to Vicky.

On the hall to the side of the room where we’d sat for dinner, there was now a late afternoon band playing sedately and some couples dancing.

The choice was between sitting at a table with Jen’s parents and strangers or asking her to dance, which was probably as close to touching her today as I was going to get, so I asked, “Dance?”

Before Jen could answer, her mother spoke up, “I’d actually love to dance; my husband has always had two left feet.”

I smiled, "It would be a pleasure," and held out my hand to the seated woman, leading the mother of the girl I was obsessed with out to dance.

I kept it simple. I moved and swayed slowly to the music. I kept my arm firmly planted on her lower back, straying neither north nor south, gentlemanly to a fault.  

I made sure that her legs didn’t brush against mine, to offset the possibility she might feel where my cock was hanging free.

“You’re quite light on your feet,” she said as our third song together began, “big men are usually clumsier.”

“Thanks,” I answered politely. “I worked for a little while in a venue that ran swing dancing classes on Sundays; there really wasn’t much work to it, so the instructor would invite me to join the lessons when he needed to make up to an even number of dancers.”

As we continued to move together, her voice became sterner and serious, “Don’t think I don’t know what’s really going on.”

My heartbeat skipped once or twice, but I settled it again – there was no way she could know what was really going on today and be so casual with the information.  

“Jennifer is a grown woman, and I know that she has,” there was a pause before she spat the next words out, “performed fellatio, but I promise you if I ever find out that anything more than that has gone between you while she’s still at university, I will make sure the rest of your life a living hell.”

I continued to dance smoothly to the music and didn’t rise to the bait; there was literally no sentence I could form that wouldn’t be in some way incriminating.

Jen, prompted either by good fortune or intuition, came to interrupt us before I found myself caught up in a lie, “Mother, I think you’ve borrowed my boyfriends twinkle toes for quite long enough; I wanted to show David the hedge-maze garden before it gets too dark to enjoy it.

“Yes,” her mother answered, stepping away from me with a forced smile. “I’m sure the last thing that David would want is to be caught lost in a maze with you after dark.”

It was a threat, so thinly veiled it defied polite company, but Jen played it absolutely straight, “I think some of the girls will be coming around with us, so between the group, I’m sure we won't get too lost.”

Jen’s mother settled at that; clearly, chaperoned alone time was something she highly approved of, even if she was never truly going to trust my intentions.

Having discovered the wider intentions of the next generation of her family, I wasn’t entirely sure my personal safety could be guaranteed by anything short of a Pitbull Terrier as I walked around the gardens.

Still, I was more than happy to be led away from Jen’s mother’s completely founded accusations and the daggers I was being cast by her eyes as we made our retreat.

****

“Courtney said we should come to find you,” Sarah, the older of the two sisters I’d met in the dressing room, said as she and her sister found me with Jen in the hedge maze.     

“I’m sure she did,” was all I could reply, and I felt Jen’s hand squeezing mine; she’d known this coming, had basically admitted as much in front of her mother, and it was clear that she was expecting me to perform again for her perverse pleasure.

Sarah continued to be forthright, “I don’t want to have sex with you,” which actually caused Jen to laugh while I glanced around sharply, making sure that we were fully secluded by the man-sized hedges that formed the outline of the maze garden.

When I was sure that we weren’t being overheard, I said, “That’s OK, Sarah, I don’t want to have sex with you either.”

I surprised myself; hearing the words aloud, I realised that I wasn’t lying; effectively taking Vicky’s virginity earlier this afternoon had spent all of the tenderness I had in me for the day. I was looking for something a lot more rough and ready and had hoped that Jen had led me into the Victorian maze with something similar in mind.   

“But Mary would like to try sucking you off,” Sarah went on, which drew further laughter from Jen, while Mary blushed and nodded in agreement to the statement, “and I would like to watch.”  

Rather than answer Sarah, I spoke to Mary, “Is it OK if Jen stays to watch too?”

“Yes,” Mary said, speaking for the first time, “Jen can watch.”

Mary was cute; at eighteen or nineteen years old she was the youngest of the cousins I’d met, but as I looked at her, past the blushing, I thought I caught the slightest glint of rebellion in her eye, and I wondered if this was maybe how Jen had looked before she’d left for University, and broken away from the strict conservative rules of her family.

I overlaid the picture in my mind's eye of Jen at a younger age with the girl before me. Mary was slightly shorter than Jen, slightly flatter in the chest, slightly curvier in the arse, and didn't yet have the full confidence of the woman she would grow to become.

What she did have was the spirit of someone who was about to leave home on her first real adventure as an adult and about half a bottle of champagne, which had resolved itself in a desire to suck a stranger's dick in front of her cousin and sister.

Years from now, it wouldn’t surprise me if she ended up being the sluttiest member of this family, and hopefully, when I confirmed that theory, it wouldn’t be a purely academic enlightenment.  

For the first time today, I took control of the situation, “OK, girls, we need to be quick,” I said, highlighting the point by pulling my cock out of my trousers for the third time that afternoon. “If we get caught, no one will believe you asked to give me a blowjob.”

The sister's eyes both dropped on the blatant way I’d exposed myself in the garden, but Jen’s focus was on their faces, with her cousins' reaction getting her off.

“Do you know what to do?” Jen asked Mary, and while Sarah had a look of disbelief, she was more than ready to go.

Mary kneeled down on the dry grass, with no thought to her light blue dress, which may very well end up stained, and took hold of my cock. I immediately began to harden at the feeling of Mary’s innocent touch as she asked, “What should I do?”

“Just get to work,” I said, my desire for something a little rougher revealed with a stab of impatience. “Just take the head – the end – in your mouth, and suck on it like it was a lolly pop you are trying to melt as quickly as possible in your mouth.”

This was assuredly Mary’s first day taking a dick in her hand, and she set to it with determination, following her instructions exactly. Holding my dick in one hand, opening her mouth wide to take my large circumcised head entirely to suck on.

Due to the girth. Mary’s tongue naturally fell into place on the underside of my cock head, which was by far the most sensitive part of my penis and the spot from which all of my hardest orgasms built.

Either Mary had received prior instruction from Jen or Courtny, or the girl was just a natural cocksucker because her tongue went straight to work on the tip of my penis, circling it, flicking deliberating across it,  and pressing on the underside, all while she continued to suck with a focused intensity. 

It was a good blowjob, but knowing it was Mary’s first time sucking on a cock, while her older sister and cousin stood admiring her going to work had me fully hard and ready to blow in nearly a record time. I was also conscious that I was being sucked off by a nineteen-year-old in a low hedge maze, where any one of several hundred wedding guests could approach unseen, and that had me just as desperate to orgasm as Mary appeared to be to taste my cum in her mouth.

I couldn’t resist a moan, muttering, “Yes, take it, you slutty little cocksucker,” and was about to go over the edge, I felt my balls tightening, my moan stretch to almost a sound of agony… and Mary chose that moment to take her mouth off my cock.

She looked up at me, asking, “Are you finished?” my initial thought was that she was playing a role in one of Jen’s perverse games until I heard the disappointment in her voice, “I know boys can only actually ejaculate once a day, and you came all over Stuart earlier.”

“No, fuck - Mary, I can cum again,” I near begged, looking down into her big brown eyes, locking us together, “You need to finish me with your mouth – Please, Mary - carry on, finish me – it hurts like this, I need to burst.”

Mary held our eye contact but went back to sucking on me, her nativity being dispelled by a natural cocksuckers instincts – she’d been born to suck cock; I was just lucky enough to be there on the day she discovered it.

I reached forward, cupping the hand that held my cock, encouraging Mary to take a firmer grip and begin wanking motion.

Having watched me cum earlier in the afternoon – seeing the bicycle pump motion Jen and Courtney had used -  she understood what I wanted and followed her cousin's example, wanking me hard, rough and fast while continuing to suck me off.

“Don’t stop until I tell you, baby – you’re amazing – my personal cocksucker,” I said, and she blinked away from my gaze; her eyes dropping from my own and focusing on my cock as she beat it off faster while she sucked my head.

“Show him, Mary!” Sarah said, surprisingly speaking up and grabbing our attention. “Suck it all out! Make him cum with your mouth! Suck it! - Suck it, Mary!!!"

As shocking as Sarah’s sudden outburst was, I couldn’t hold back – not that I tried – and ejaculated into Mary’s mouth. There was a brief hesitation while she swallowed the first mouthful, but remembering my instruction not to stop, she immediately set back to work, sucking hard and pumping my shaft as I filled her mouth and forced her to swallow a second time.

I was pretty much done, having already cum twice this afternoon, but Mary was able to coax a little more from me, which she swallowed down again, licking my cock head in her mouth to make sure she took all the semen that dribbled out.

Mary could instantly have become a cum hungry slut – which I’m sure has happened on the first taste before – or, more likely, no one had told her that it was perfectly acceptable to spit out anything that came in your mouth that you didn’t want to swallow.

Still, she kept sucking and jacking on my shaft intently, and I realised she had taken me literally when I’d told her not to stop without permission, so I touched her cheek lightly and said, “You can stop now, baby; I’ve cum.”

Immediately Mary came up off my cock, and sat back in a kneeling position, looking up at us. Her pose was supplicant, but she had a deeply satisfied look plastered across her face. I held out a hand, helping her to stand.

 “Thank you,” she said, as I pulled her up, before blushing furiously and adding, “I meant for the…” 

“You’re very welcome,” I said, trying to sound as gentlemanly as it was possible to be when your girlfriend's cousin had just given you head.

Sarah, who was flushed all over,  grabbed her sister's hand, “We need to leave, Mary,” and half-led, half-pulled the younger woman away before I’d even managed to tuck my cock back inside my fly.

Jen took my hand, and led us by a slightly different path from the hedge maze; as we walked she asked sweetly, “How was she?”

“Well, if that was really her first time, she’s going to be very popular when word gets out of what she can do with her tongue, and she develops a taste for it,” I answered.

Jen caught on the end of my unintentional double-entendre, “I think she already has.”

“There’s a lot to be said about enthusiasm in a blowjob,” I went on, before something Mary had said came back, “was she for real about that ‘boys can only cum once a day’ comment?”

“Yes,” Jen said without a trace of mirth in her voice. “She was basically confined to a convent boarding school until she was nearly 19; Mary left about a month ago – Sarah two years before that – sometimes she’ll say the craziest things, Mary doesn’t even masturbate; can you imagine that?”

Given that I’d woken up next to Jen furiously masturbating more than once when she thought I was soundly asleep, I did find it hard to believe, but I suppose we all make our own way. Maybe today was the first step of both sister's sexual awakening; Mary had certainly taken to sucking dick like a pro.

Changing the subject, Jen asked, “What happened with Vicky?”

Unthinkingly, I started to tell Jen, but then I remembered my promise, “I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone.”

“You’re sure,” she asked again, squeezing my hand as we walked back to the hotel proper.

“Yes,” I said, apologetically. “I’m sure she’d confide in you if you asked, but I’d prefer to keep my word.”

Jen risked a quick peck on my cheek, with all regard to being witnessed cast away, “No, that’s the right thing to do. I was told to give you this if you didn’t answer,” she said, slipping me a bit of folded paper.

Before tucking the note into my pocket, I caught a time three hours from now and what I assumed was a room number...

****

At the appointed hour, I excused myself from the group of guests I’d fallen into conversation with and made way to the number of the hotel room that had been passed to me, and I felt myself becoming aroused at the thought of finally being alone with Jen.

Reaching the door, I wasn’t sure if I should knock or just walk in but was spared a decision as the door opened to the sound of my approach.

Rather than it being Jen, as I’d hoped, to open the door, it was Courtney, who was clearly in the process of changing before she left for her honeymoon.

Ushering me into the bedroom and closing the door as she did, Courtney spoke frankly. “Honestly, David - I’m just looking for one last thing before I’m married.”

David, “OK, well, I get that, but shouldn't the fling come before the marriage.”

“Yes,” she agreed, “but I didn’t know you yesterday, and – anyway – you misheard me, I said thing not fling.”

Courtney turned away from me as she spoke, “Will you undo the buttons on the back of my dress.”

“Courtney, while I don’t complain about being played with, what’s your point,” I answered, stepping up and undoing the near-invisible buttons on the back of her wedding dress as she pulled her now-tied back hair to the side and over a shoulder. “How did you even get into this thing?”

“With a lot of help,” she answered before feeling the last button pop and adding, “Thanks.”

Turning to face me again, she started to peel the skin-tight white wedding dress from her shoulders very delicately, sliding it down her body.

As I’d suspected when I’d first met her in the reception line, she wasn’t wearing a bra, and as the dress slipped further below her waist, her lack of panties was also confirmed.

There wasn’t an ounce of fat or a single hair on Courtney's naked body; her skin was perfectly moisturised, her belly was absolutely flat, and her breasts were at least two full cup sizes bigger than her slim frame should hold, they were big, firm and gravity defying.

“You’re wondering about my tits?” Courtney asked, “They’re fake, I had them enlarged.”

I was wondering about her tits, who wouldn’t, but I said, “Aren’t you supposed to have something borrowed and something blue on your wedding day?”

Courtney did a dainty pirouette for me, presenting her ass slightly to show off the blue button of a butt plug buried inside her, “It’s Jen’s.”

I laughed in spite of myself, “I know, I bought it for her about a month ago – I also know that it's much bigger inside than it looks.

“Courtney, I’ll admit it; you’re hands down as beautiful naked as I’ve ever seen, and your tits were worth every penny; why don’t you tell me what you want?”

“I’m leaving for my honeymoon in thirty minutes,” she answered without hesitation, “I just want a quick, rough fuck up the arse to say goodbye to my old life.”

Courtney wiggled her butt for me, the blue tip of the plug seeming to wink at me, “Want to do a girl a favour?”

“And Jack?” I asked, and the question was multifaceted: Does he care? Will he be walking in? Surely he has a penis?

“Oh, he’s very old school, prefers to stay pure vanilla, and has every intention of getting me pregnant later on with a silver bullet; this really isn’t his thing,” Courtney said, wiggling her arse seductively again and bending slightly to accentuate her curves.  

My cock had already made my decision, “My main worry is that he’ll have a less than positive reaction if he walks in on us.”

“Don’t worry. We had separate rooms here pre-marriage, and Jen is taking care of him anyway.”

“Taking care of him?” I repeated as I slipped out of my suit trousers, with my cock already standing full and erect.

“Fuck, no” Courtney laughed. “He wouldn’t be able for Jen; she’d eat him alive.”

Given how today – Courtney’s wedding day – had unfolded, I suspected that Jack's marriage was going to be mantis-like as the years went by, “I love the tone of jealousy, though; I can understand why you’re the first man Jen’s ever introduced to her parents.”

That counted as news, but I didn’t let it distract me as I took my shirt off, asking, “How hard?

Passing me a bottle from the table, as she positioned herself with her back and arse to me, Courtney said, “You’re bigger than I’ve had in a while, so lube it up - especially that fucking head – but beyond that, I’m all stretched out and ready.”

I poured the lube I’d been handed all over my cock, following the rule that you can never have too much of the stuff, massaging it along my shaft, being sure to add more to the head, and then pouring a large amount on the crack of Courtney’s arse, using my fingers to work it in around the plugs button.

Working Courtney’s arse with the plug and loosening her ring, I asked, “How Rough?”  

“I want you to fuck me like a dog! To make me your fucking bitch! As rough as can,” Courtney said, bending and bracing herself on the table in front of her.

“Treat make me feel like your whore, David! Pump my arse full of your cum!”  

Holy shit, answers the question, how rough, could hardly come any more unequivocal; even the way Courtney had bent and braced herself against the table indicated that she expected me to try and put her through it.

The smile that spread across my lips as I teased the plug out of Courtney’s butt was pure filth, and it broadened further when I saw her gaping arsehole as it winked at me, encouraging me to fuck it.

“What the fuck are you waiting for,” Courtney demanded, arching her arse back to give me the best access, “I’m not some 20-year-old virgin who wants you to tell me you're in love! Stick your fucking cock up my arse!”

Unthinkingly, I spanked her arse cheek hard enough to mark it, with the sound like a whipcrack, “You’re such a fucking whore.”

Lining my cock up with her gaping arsehole, I was determined to give Courtney exactly what she wanted.

The head of my cock was thicker than what she was ready for, even after several hours wearing a plug, but there was no chance of me holding back; Courtney was going to find out how sick I was of being used today.

This slut was giving me her arse, and I was going to take it.

I felt the resistance in my cock, a slight bend forming, but I pushed through past her ring in a single hard motion, and once inside the lube and plug Courtney had worn throughout her wedding day, did their jobs, and I was able to force the entire length of my cock in her arse.

She was tight, her arse was on fire around my cock, and she wasn’t nearly ready for my girth or full length, but she’d demanded it like a bitch, and that was what she was going to get.

I pulled all the way out, even past the ring, before grabbing her hips and slamming it straight back into her arsehole, our skin audibly slapping as it came together.

Courtney actually screamed the unmistakable sound of masochistic pain, conformably loud enough to be heard in the corridor and surrounding hotel rooms.

At any other time, I’d have heisted, but for Courtney, I pulled back and gave it to her hard and deep again; this time, she shouted, “OH, FUCK YEAH! GIVE IT TO ME YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!”

I was going to tell her to be quiet, but surely the staff knew that this was the bride's bedroom, and she wouldn’t be the first woman to consummate her nuptials with a quickie while changing before her honeymoon departure, so rather than hold back, I spanked her arse hard again, leaving a red hand print, and gave her my cock.  

I let go of any lasting thought of finesse and concentrated only on fucking Courtney’s arse hard. My hands on her hips, gripping and using them for leverage, as I mercilessly gave her the full length of my cock hard and fast, making our skin slap together with every thrust.

Her initial screams of pain were now replaced by a succession of deep moaning grunts every time I reached the deep place inside her; when she chose to speak, it was absolute filth, “HARDER MOTHERFUCKER, TAKE MY WHORE ARSE!"

I tried to counter, although I was more careful with the volume of my voice, “You fucking slut – on your wedding day - a stranger's cock up your arse!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Courtney said. “Take it – TAKE IT – Take my whore ARSE!”

I couldn’t fuck much harder, but I tried and brought my body weight to bear, “You want my fucking cum in your arse?”

“Yes, fuck me – HARDER! – GIVE IT TO ME,” Courtney shouted, reaching a hand between her legs to roughly masturbate her clit.

Courtney's butt was tight despite her obvious experience with anal sex and how hard she was demanding it, but I felt it tighten further still as the combination of my cock hammering into her and the fast fingering she was giving her clit brought her off, “FUCK YES… that’s what I needed. YES. YES. FUCK YES – give it to me, take my ARSE – MAKE ME YOUR WHORE!”

The squeezing went beyond her orgasm now, Courtney was deliberately tensing, and I had to forcefully drive my cock in against her resistance to maintain the pace.

It was all too much, and I started to ejaculate in her arse, and she felt my cock pulsing and pumping inside her, “Oh, yes, baby – yes, dump it in my arse – I want it all...”

I slammed my cock in a final time and simply willed my balls to pump whatever I left after a day of debauchery deep inside Courtney’s arse.

Courtney was breathing heavily, and I collapsed on her back, utterly spent,  “Fuck, I needed that big boy.”

“I can see where Jen gets it from,” I said, my own breath laboured. “You’re such a dirty slut – I’ve never fucked a woman like that; I didn’t even think it was possible…”

I felt her tensing the muscles around my cock, which still might be leaking cum inside her, as she said, “Don’t pretend that you don’t like it.”

“Oh, I’m not complaining,” and I wasn’t. “It’s just crazy how rough you like; even Jen, who’s the first girl I’ve ever met who’ll go arse to mouth, couldn’t take my cock like that.”

My cock was definitely softening, and I made to take my weight off Courtney, step back and pull out, but she stopped me.  

“No, just give me a minute,” Courtney asked, and I realised that her hand was again working between her legs.

“After college,” Courtney began to explain while working on her clit, “I got into Cam Modelling online as a way to clear my student debt quickly.

"It’s no secret that anal is where the bigger money is in porn, and so I ended up making some really hardcore shows. After a while... well, I legitimately came to like doing them; then, eventually, when I wasn't desperate for the money and stopped, I started to miss doing them.”

I’d have loved to have restarted the party, but the day had left me with nothing, and even Courtney’s revelation that she’d worked as a cam-girl, fucking her arse for money, was only capable of raising a smile.

This time, as Courtney brought herself to orgasm, there was no fanfare nor dirty talk; she just efficiently brought herself off, softly moaning to herself as a quick, quiet orgasm overtook her – her mind in a private place on whatever memories the feel of my cock in her arse brought back.

Standing, pushing my weight from her back, she said, “OK, we’re done – pull that big cock out of my arse, and let me see if I can still walk.”

As I withdrew from her and stood, Courtney actually staggered a step as she straightened, reaching for a prepositioned pack of wet wipes on the table, passing a couple to me before taking her own to wipe away the cum that was beginning to leak freely from her arse.

She turned to look at me, and I caught a definite wince cross her features, “You’re wondering why I’ve married Jack?”

Actually, I wasn’t, the thought hadn’t once crossed my mind, and I couldn’t give a shit. Given the circumstances, I think Courtney felt compelled to say something about her husband, and so I didn’t contradict her.

“He’s a decent man, well connected from a good family; he’ll be a great Dad and a better provider still; ultimately, there’s more things to life than just sex.”

There was no debating that point, but I found myself asking, “And this?”

“I trust you feel used,” Courtney smiled. “If it helps your ego, you were absolutely as advertised – better actually - and I’ll make you a deal; if we ever meet again and Jen is the one wearing white, my arse will be my gift to you both."

I actually laughed a little as I answered, “That seems more than fair.”

“Good, then we’re done - Let yourself out,” Courtney said, and without another pause, she made her way to the bathroom, moving with a limp and holding a wet wipe between her cheeks to stop the cum leaking from her arse.  

I heard the shower start up as I pulled my clothes back on. Taking an extra moment to make sure that my shirt and tie were both returned neatly to place before exiting the room as if it was the most natural thing in the world for me to be doing.  

****

I returned to the main halls where the wedding was taking place and found Jen standing, chatting with Jack and some of his friends.

Courtney introduced me to the group of men as ‘her boyfriend’ and one of the guys, who was clearly very drunk, couldn’t resist saying, “No wonder he has that big dirty smile plastered across his face.”

There was a laugh from the group, including the groom, who I already knew had been drinking, but he surprised me by saying, “Oh, he’s not as lucky as you’d think – believe me, I’ve married into a family full of puritans – our mystery barman here has at least two years of pulling himself off before he gets some.”

I glanced at Jen, expecting at least some level of embarrassment at Jack's drunken slur, but she actually led the chorus of laughter before catching my eye with a private look that let me know what she was really laughing about.

We both knew where I’d spent the last thirty minutes, who I’d been with, and what I’d been doing. I let myself laugh along with the group, too; any shame I felt at mercilessly fucking Courtney’s arse while her husband waited downstairs had evaporated with the lewd comment he’d made about Jen.  

I took Jen’s hand, leading her toward the dance floor for a few minutes twirling before the taxi I’d booked arrived to take me back to the train station. I found myself hoping that I’d left a clear handprint on Courtney’s butt cheek or that Jack spared a thought to wonder why Courtney walked to their marital bed with a slight limp before laying back and letting him climb on top for his preferred form of coitus.

“You really do have the dirtiest smile,” Jen said as I took her in my arms, and we started to dance.

“Oh, you know,” was all I could manage for an explanation.

She held me closer and put her head on my chest as we danced our last song, “Thanks for coming today.”

I held her a little tighter, “It was an honest pleasure.”

“I can’t wait to see you back in the city,” Jen said as I led her back to her parent's table.

I bid my farewells to the family members sitting around the table, recognising only Vicky - who gave me a shy smile - among the collection of guests, making a point of shaking Jen’s dad’s hand as warmly as possible before heading for my taxi and the last train back to normality.  

[END]