The Ceremony went without a hitch. With Mum as centre of attention, Gary as proud new husband, and me as delighted-for-them daughter, we made our way to the wedding breakfast. Gary was seated between Mum and me; he smiled, chatted brightly, and tried desperately not to let his eyes drift down to my front, or to the shapely leg exposed by the side split in my bridesmaid’s dress, which had fallen open when I sat down.
Pete, his best man, seated to the other side of me, made no such attempt at subtlety. In his early fifties, balding, and with a very large beer belly, Pete spent most of the meal talking to my chest, and making highly suggestive comments about my body and what an older man could teach me.
In the absence of a bride’s father and probably even if there had been one, Mum spoke in glowing terms about herself, and a little about Gary. Gary said some sweet things about Mum. Pete made a highly inappropriate and not very funny speech about Gary, which drew withering looks from Mum, who knocked back at least two glasses of Chardonnay during it. Meanwhile, I amused myself by stroking Gary’s leg with my foot.
After dinner and their first dance together, I escaped to talk with some of my cousins and friends of my own age. We watched the dad dancing in fits of giggles, as the alcohol kicked in and the inhibitions loosened. It was sometime later in the evening that I saw Gary placating an obviously drunk bride, who had found fault with someone or something. I made my way across to them, just as she had reluctantly accepted it was time for her to go to bed. Taking the other side of her, we steered Mum discreetly to the lifts.
Gary and my eyes met over a swaying Adrienne, who by this stage was listing my many faults. I raised an eyebrow and winked, while she explained I would never amount to anything, and almost certainly would end up marrying someone quite unsuitable. Her husband’s hand was stroking my bum, whilst he listened to Mum turn her attention to his failings.
Using the electric key to open the door, we guided his bride to the large double bed. Having taken most of her clothes off, we got her under the duvet. She was out for the count before her head hit the pillow. Whilst Gary folded Mum’s clothes and turned off the bedside light, I retreated to the small corridor between the door and the bedroom. Unzipping my bridesmaid’s dress, I let it fall to the floor with a swish.
The newly married man stepped away from his snoring bride, and turned towards me. My stepdad’s mouth fell open when he saw his stepdaughter standing in nothing but a thong and a pair of high-heeled pumps. My hands were cupping my full boobs and my lips were parted in a pout. “I want you,” I mouthed.
He crossed the room rapidly, pushing me back against the corridor wall. “For Christ’s sake, Paige, my wife - your mother - is just over there,” he whispered urgently.
“She is dead to the world,” I breathed in his ear. “And I need your cock inside me, Daddy,” I continued, biting his earlobe, whilst undoing his tie and casting it aside. As my stepdad continued to remonstrate in slightly panicked whispers, I undid his shirt, planting kisses down his neck and chest, whilst pressing myself against his crotch. The shirt removed, I ran fingernails over his belly. Unbuckling and unzipping him, I pushed his suit trousers down whilst continuing to nibble at his ear.
“You bad, bad, girl, Paige,” he moaned in resignation, his hands finding my firm breasts at the same time my fingers discovered his hardening manhood. Pressing me against the wall, he leant in for a deep kiss, his tongue sliding over mine as he kneaded the soft, pliant flesh of my boobs. I groaned softly, kissing him passionately; my nipples rock hard to his touch, my fingers teasing the tip of his glans.
Slowly, he ran his lips down over my soft mounds, teasing and biting my sensitive nipples, before making his way across my flat belly. Teasing my belly button, and taking the pear diamanté belly bar in his mouth, he slid my thong down over my thighs, revealing my shaven mound. My hands tapped against the wall in frustrated anticipation as he paused, looking up at me.
I tensed and stifled a groan as his hand stroked down my belly to my inner thighs, then moved up between my legs. Deliberately avoiding my mound, he lightly ran his hands across the flesh of my upper thighs, before brushing fingers over the crease formed by my legs and pelvis. “Oh, my God,” I moaned softly, finally feeling his fingers probing around my swollen labia.
Looking up at me, Gary slowly lowered his face. Using the palms of his hands to part my upper thighs, his tongue reached deep between my legs, licking gently along my labia lips and flicking over my clit. Then, without warning, he pushed his face hard against my pussy, jamming his tongue deep in my sopping hole. “Fuckkkkkkkk,” I hissed, grabbing at his balding head, my legs almost buckling under the sudden assault.
Gripping his hair, I watched Gary use his snaking tongue to explore my pussy. I stifled a deep moan when he slipped his tongue between my lips, lapping and coaxing me open, ready for him. “So close; don’t stop; please don’t stop,” I pleaded, thrusting my pulsating mound against his face, as he sucked my clit and slowly slid a finger inside my tight hole.
One digit became two, as he began to coax me with his index and middle fingers. I inhaled sharply when he pushed them deeper and faster into the wetness of my pussy. My mouth opened in a silent scream, and my fingers grasped at Gary’s thinning hair, as he flicked at my hard nub and fucked me hard with his fingers. Gasping and shaking, feeling my pussy muscles convulse around his fingers, I had to bite my lip to stop myself screaming out as I came hard on my stepdad’s face.
Rising from his knees, the groom pinned me against the wall and positioned the tip of his cock against my still pulsating sex. “You want to be fucked, young lady?” he asked in a hungry whisper, face full of lust. Lifting onto my toes to help him, I nodded, imploring him with desperate eyes.
Pushing up into me, Gary parted my lips with the wide head of his fat cock. Holding himself there, the older man placed large hands under my pert little buttocks, and lifted me. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I arched my back and moaned softly as he penetrated me. Then, suddenly, my eyes widened and mouth fell open in response to him driving his rampant manhood fully home inside me.
“Feels so good with your cock inside me,” I whispered, biting his ear. In the background, Mum snuffled and muttered something in her deep sleep. In the corridor, her new husband fucked her daughter up against the flimsy wall.
“Take me," I urged softly, watching the raw sexuality of our coupling in the large mirror on the other side of the corridor. “Please make me cum on your cock," I moaned, captivated by the sight of Gary’s well-covered body rippling, and sweat pouring from him with the effort of holding me up and taking me with repeated drives. The much older man’s arse met my hips and pelvis with a series of loud slaps as he sent waves of pleasure through my young body.
To the accompaniment of Mum’s snoring, her new husband took me with urgent thrusts. “Yes, yes, yes, yes,” I whimpered, nails digging deep into his shoulders as he drove his hips forward and penetrated me again and again. I looked at myself in the mirror: a sheen of perspiration covering my body, full red lips parted, eyes hooded, and hands on his hips urging him deeper and faster. I could feel my pussy tightening on his manhood as my body tensed in anticipation of the imminent orgasm.
Gary’s chest was heaving, and his breathing ragged with the exertion and his own building climax; my contractions milking his shaft and taking him closer to the edge. “Come with me, Daddy; please come with me,” I pleaded, as the first wave of climax crashed over me. With my vision clouded and my body convulsing, I let out a series of soft cries with the overwhelming feeling of release.
“Oh, baby girl,” he groaned, his body tensing at the first shuddering moment of his own climax; his cock pulsating as he coursed ropes of thick white semen deep into his stepdaughter’s tight teenage pussy.
Slowly, we stopped. My head fell back against the wall. My arms still draped around his shoulders and my legs wrapped around his hips, we looked deep into each other’s eyes. The room was silent except for Mum’s snoring. Whilst we regained our composure, Gary’s cum oozed slowly from me, coating his pelvis.
And it was at that moment that the door to the room clicked open. Standing there, phone in hand and taking pictures of us both, stood Pete. “Well, well, well; what the fuck do we have here, “the best man snorted in triumph.
