I’ve been a wedding videographer for many years. I have videoed every kind of wedding from the traditional to jumping out of an airplane wearing a helmet camera to record the nuptials of a pair of skydivers. Recently, I received the most unusual request to date.
It was during the prenuptial planning meeting with the happy couple that the request was made. His name was Mack and he was an extremely handsome young man, close to thirty years old. He had buttermilk blonde hair with a deep tan. He wore a blue shirt that matched his blue eyes. His jeans were so tight you could tell he was well hung. He was very photogenic, I thought.
She was even better looking than him, her name was Skylar. She was twenty-three years old with a gorgeous body that she didn’t mind showing off. She was dressed in skin tight black yoga pants which worked a sultry magic on her body, hugging her every curve. She wore a crop top that didn’t cover her midriff. Standing at just five-feet tall and with her narrow waist, her breasts looked humongous. She was one of those little bitty gals, that was all boobs and butt that you could tell just loved to fuck.
I popped up my laptop and played them some samples of my work. I explained that I could video their wedding in one of three styles: traditional, documentary and storytelling. I downplayed the traditional style by explaining that the finished product just wasn’t worth the cost. I joked, “If you want a traditional wedding video then give a camera to your Uncle Lou because mine won’t look any better.”
They both laughed, appreciating my honesty. Skylar subtly touched my bare forearm, sending goose-bumps racing to my elbow. She asked, “What’s the difference between the documentary and storytelling styles?”
Looking into her eyes, took my breath away and I had to clear my throat before I answered, “They are pretty similar, but the story-telling style takes more pre-production work, because it uses a lot of voiceovers from your friends and family. The voiceovers are then edited into the recorded wedding day festivities. It’s the most expensive style.”
“And, the documentary style?” asked Mack.
“With documentary style, the raw footage is edited after it is shot to create continuity. The finished product is a polished documentation of the happy day as it unfolds, most of the work is done post-production. It’s the style I recommend, but it’s up to you. It’s your wedding after all,” I said flashing Skylar my best sales smile.
She touched my arm again, sending another wave of goose-bumps up it. Her brilliant white teeth sparkled in a smile as she asked, “What footage do you shoot?”
“Usually, I shoot some pre-ceremony footage, maybe an interview with the bride and groom’s parents and perhaps the best man and bride’s maid. I can include the rehearsal dinner, if you want, but remember, the more footage I shoot the more I have to edit, adding to the cost of the production. Then of course the wedding ceremony itself followed by the reception up until the groom whisks the bride away for the honeymoon.”
“Have you shot any footage of the honeymoon?”
Chuckling, I said, “No, but I did shoot footage of the bachelor party once. The bride ended up using it in divorce court against the groom two years after the wedding. I guess if you want some footage of the honeymoon, you could shoot that yourselves and I could edit it in to your video when you got back from your trip.”
“I’m not talking about the honeymoon trip. I’m talking about the wedding night, the consummation of the marriage.”
My mouth fell open. I narrowed my eyes to look into Skylar’s face. I wanted to ensure she was serious, she was. None-to-subtly, I said, “I don’t shoot porn.”
Skylar’s eyes flared as she glared at me. A flush of red filled her cheeks as she seethed, “When we have sex, it is not pornography. It’s a beautiful physical act of our love.”
“Come on babe, I told you these wedding guys wouldn’t do stuff like that, we’ll get a video camera and shoot it ourselves,” Mack cut-in, taking Skylar’s hand and gave it a squeeze. He looked directly at me and added, “I’m not comfortable with some stranger watching us do it, anyway.”
Skylar shook her head vigorously, sending her ponytail whipping through the air. “No, I don’t want to do it ourselves, because then it would look like amateur porn. I want a professionally shot and edited video of the consummation of our marriage.”
“Why?” I asked, my eyes avoiding hers.
She folded her arms across her ample bosom and asked, “Do you know of the tradition behind the bridal garter?”
I shook my head.
Her eyes fixed on me and with a steady voice she explained, “In olden times, at least two people, usually more, would adjourn from the wedding reception with the newlyweds to the bed chamber and witness the consummation of the marriage. After the fact, each of the bride’s garters were given to the newlyweds families, as proof that marriage was consummated and that their families were indeed united.”
“Wow,” I said then asked, “So you want a video to be your witness for your families?”
“No silly, that’s more than a bit perverse by the way. I simply want a record of the physical love we have for each other. I mean look at Mack, he’s a fine figure of a man, but in thirty years he’s going to be bald and have a potbelly.”
“Hey…” objected Mack.
“Look at my breasts,” Skylar cupped both her breasts with her hands and my breath caught in my throat. She continued, “Their perfect 36Cs and in thirty years after I have nursed a couple of kids, they’re going to be drooping down to my knees. I want to be able to look at that video thirty years from now and remember that when our bodies were young our love held a fiery passion. And, I hope it will still be glowing then.”
Nodding my head, I said, “That is romantic. Maybe, I could edit in the footage you and Mack shoot of your wedding night yourselves. How would that be?”
“Unacceptable. Neither of us knows anything about shooting a video. Sure we could get set a couple of cameras, but it would still look like…what did you say? Oh yeah, it would look like Uncle Lou shot it and would be a waste of money.”
Chuckling, I conceded her point, “I guess I could video your wedding night, if you really want me too. But, please understand, I’m not comfortable with being a voyeur, so I’ll factor that into the price.”
“I’m not at all comfortable, having sex in front of a stranger,” protested Mack, clenching his jaw.
Skylar’s eyes narrowed as she turned to her fiancé. “You already agreed to this…”
“I didn’t think you could find a videographer that would actually agree to do it.”
Their conversation quickly escalated into a full-blown verbal brawl. I excused myself to go to the restroom. In the hallway, I noticed a security camera keeping sentinel. Returning, I interrupted the dueling duo saying, “I have an idea. I can set up remote cameras…”
Skylar shook her head and sniveled, “It will look like cheap porn…”
“No, it won’t. They will be remote cameras, just like security cameras that I can control from another room. I can set up multiple cameras from multiple angles that will give me plenty of footage to edit together. I’m sure I could produce a finished product you will like, if not the whole job will be free.”
Mack perked up, “Free?”
“The whole package free, the ceremony, the editing, all of it free. If Skylar isn’t happy with the way the consummation is presented on the video then it will be free.”
Skylar pulled my face down to hers and kissed my cheek, her warm breath on my skin made my cock grow hard. Her smile was contagious. She sighed, “Deal.”
As I gathered up my laptop and the freshly signed service contract, I watched the pair leave, paying particular attention to Skylar. With a mischievous smile, she glanced over her shoulder and caught me ogling the undulating globes of her ass in the tight yoga pants.
Stopping and turning around, she gave me a full-frontal view of the scrumptious camel-toe the stretchy pants had created. Realizing, I had been busted I swallowed audibly. She giggled out loud, as my lust-filled eyes drank in the contours of her outlined cunt. Teasing, she said, “In a month’s time you’ll get to see it, bare.”
With my heart racing like it might burst from my chest, I watched her snag her fiancé’s arm and lead him out the door, putting a little extra swing into her step as she left. My cock hardened in a natural response to the wanton wiggle of her buttocks. I chuckled and said aloud, “And, I look forward to seeing it bare, too.”
Later, that night as I slept spooning with my wife, Skylar visited me in my dreams. From the recesses of my mind I found myself sitting in a fitting room at a bridal shop. Suddenly, the curtain of changing stall ripped open and Skylar sauntered out saying, “I’m so glad you’re here. I want your opinion concerning what lingerie I should wear for the consummation. What do you think of this nightie?”
Sucking in a quick breath, I stammered, “Very nice.”
“I was hoping for naughty,” she said with a laugh. Slowly she spun around modeling the sheer white baby doll negligée. The transparent garment revealed that her humongous pale breasts contrasted nicely with her dark sun kissed body. In the center of her areolas, her nipples stood rigid and tented the nightie’s translucent material. Her white thong and bare butt cheeks were also clearly visible beneath the flimsy material. Sighing she said, “I guess this one won’t do.”
The sheerness of the nightie allowed me to watch the rise and fall of each of her buttocks and the sideways sway of her hips, as she returned to the changing stall. She looked over her shoulder at me with a flirtatious grin, my cock got rock hard. The curtain made a zipping sound as she closed it.
I caught a glimpse of Skylar smiling at me in the mirror. With a slow disbelieving shake of my head, I realized, she had left the curtain ajar on purpose. Winking at me, she shimmied out her thong. Momentarily, she stood in front of the mirror to give me a full frontal view of her nakedness before she tried on the next bit of lingerie. I squirmed in my chair and crossed my legs over my hard-on.
Skylar slipped her legs into a white teddy and pulled it up her body, I loved the way the lace snuggly hugged her torso. There was a heart shaped hole from her naval to just under her bust which allowed me a peek at her taut tummy. She placed each of her ample breasts into the white lace cups of the teddy. Her nipples seemed to harden that much more with the material’s lacey embrace. She adjusted the G-string rear of the teddy, so the flimsy material rested snuggly in the crevice of her ass. Satisfied, she pulled up a pair of sheer white thigh-high stockings then slipped into a pair of white high-heeled shoes.
Pulling back the curtain of the changing stall, Skylar emerged and gracefully spun in front of me. She enhanced her seductive look, by sliding a strap of her teddy down to her biceps. That side of the garment fell down, to give me a tasteful glimpse of her areola and exposed her hard nipple. She posed her hand on her tummy below her naval in such a way as to call attention to her simmering snatch barely concealed by the lacey material. She asked, “What do you think of this one?”
“It looks real nice on you,” I voiced my approval. I smiled at her like a kid at the circus.
Stepping back into the changing stall, she winked at me and completely closed the curtain this time. Being sexy comes from a confident attitude as much as it does from looks and Skylar definitely had plenty of both.
The curtain ripped back and Skylar’s attire literally took my breath away. She was wearing a white under-bust corset that left her breasts bare. They looked heavy and full. Her hard nipples begged to be sucked. She wore white sheer thigh-high stockings atop white high-heeled pumps. She wore no panties and her vulva glistened with anticipation. Her pussy was perfectly framed between the corset and stockings. Her strip of pubs seemed to point the way to her pleasure pit like a neon sign at a roadside diner. With a silky slutty voice she asked, “Do you like my outfit?”
I couldn’t find my voice and just nodded with wide eyes.
Skylar moved steadily towards me, her hips swayed seductively from side to side. Her breasts bounced with each swing of her hips. She stopped in front of me and handed me a string of white pearls. With a quivering voice, she said, “I want to wear these on my wedding night, but I need you to put them on me.”
I took the string of pearls from her. I found out they were actually a pair of nipple clamps connected to each other by the string of white pearls. Nodding I asked, “Are you sure?”
She looked at the clamps, across her beautiful face a bright flush raced like a fever. Her expression was clouded with unease, but she nodded in the affirmative.
I gently squeezed each of her firm breasts before lowering my mouth to her nipples. I lightly bit and sucked each of her nipples until they were hard enough to cut glass. I knew her pussy was drenched with desire. The scent of her sex permeated the fitting room. I opened the clamps and clipped them to both of Skylar’s nipples at the same time.
She emitted a low groan of pleasure that rose steadily into a scream of agony. “Ouchhhh!”
A stab of pain erupted in my belly. Another shot of pain quickly followed the first, as I woke from sleep. My wife’s elbow made sharp contact with my gut for a third time. I sat up rubbing my mid-section and glared at my wife. I snapped, “What the fuck?”
“What’s wrong with you?” she snapped back. She had sat up too and was vigorously rubbing her breasts. Her brazen expression of pain and outrage trumped mine and I wilted beneath her harsh gaze. She continued to massage the pain from her breasts and huffed, “You were pinching my nipples like a vice. What’s wrong with you?”
“I’m so sorry, dear. You have such beautiful breasts, I guess I just can’t resist them, even in my sleep.”
“More like you were dreaming of some big breasted, bimbo bride,” she scoffed. Then she punched her pillow a couple of times before laying back down. “Keep your hands to yourself, asshole.”
I lie down and quickly fell asleep again. I was able to pick up my dream right where I had left off. Like a desert mirage, Skylar shimmered into view from the depths of my imagination. My eyes lingered on her huge breasts, taking note that her rigid nipples had been ravished by the alligator clamps. The string of pearls connecting the clamps danced through the valley of her cleavage with each hot breath she panted.
With a pouty voice, she said, “I know you want relief, but I can’t be unfaithful to Mack. But, since an ex-president declared that oral sex wasn’t really sex, I guess I can give you a blow-job and still remain faithful to Mack.”
Dropping to her knees in front of me, she unzipped my shorts and my cock sprang out like a horse bolting from a barn. Pre-cum drooled from its tip. I could actually see the big blue vein on top, dancing as blood surged through it.
“Your cock is so hard,” Skylar said and watched it sway for a moment. Her eyes shifted to mine as her hand steadied my cock. She kissed my bulbous head without taking her eyes off mine. Her eyes laughingly glimmered with naughtiness, as she licked the underside of my shaft. Her hand shifted to my balls and she gently squeezed them. She engulfed both of my bloated balls into her mouth. The suction she produced on them would have put a vacuum cleaner to shame.
I curled my toes to keep from cumming. I babbled, “Oh my.”
She spat my balls out and licked back up the length of my cock to its head. Grapping my cock again, she tantalizingly darted her tongue into my piss slit. Now, she had me standing on my tip-toes.
My cock disappeared into her mouth and she began to suckle. My mind was overloaded with gratification as she bobbed her head up and down on my cock, while rolling my balls in her hand. Signaling I was close to climax, my cock twitched.
Suddenly, Skylar jammed her finger up my ass and spunk gushed out of my cock like a fire hose. She didn’t even try to catch my cum in her mouth, she just let it wash over her face and drip down to her tits.
I bellowed like bull and struggled to stay conscious as white light tore through my brain. When I finished spewing, I looked down at Skylar gasping for air.
She rested on her bottom and looked up at me. One of her eyes was completely closed, her eye-lashes glued together by cum. Her face and tits were quite literally covered with my cum. She smiled up at me and said, “Feel better now.”
It was the most erotic thing I had ever envisioned, but my gratification was short-lived. My wife shook me awake.
“What the fuck?” she seethed. Waving her palm in front of me, I saw that it was smeared with a white gooey substance.
I shrugged and asked, “What’s that?”
My wife pointed at my boxers. Somehow during the night my cock had worked its way out of my underwear. My cock was still hard and cum dripped from its mushroomed head. My look of astonishment contrasted with wife’s look of outrage.
“You had a wet dream, what are you thirteen?” she ranted pulling her nightie off. The back of it was smeared with my spent seed. She glared at me and harangued, “You cummed all over me.”
As my wife stomped off to the shower, I lay back on my pillow and recalled my dream. I sighed with a deep satisfaction, “Skylar, I imagine you are a beautiful cocksucker.”
Over the next few weeks, I found myself thinking more and more of Skylar and Mack while, I videoed and edited other people’s weddings. As I planned the consummation shoot, I realized I needed to inspect the bridal suite to figure out the correct lighting scheme and camera placement.
I made arrangements with the hotel to check out the room. I stood before the huge king-size bed reeling in my tape measure and scribbled the measurement down on my pad. I examined the bed. It had a luxurious pillow-top mattress with plush bedding and lines. Closing my eyes, I imagined Mack’s chiseled body lying nude upon it.
His cock was hard and so large it nearly touched his navel, I surmised it would give his new bride a lot of pleasure. Seeing his wife emerge from the bathroom in her bridal lingerie, he hoarsely choked, “You look so beautiful, babe.”
Skylar was wearing an extremely erotic and elegant body-stocking. It was made from a soft white transparent fabric that exquisitely exposed her feminine form. The shear white garment revealed her beautiful breasts. Her nipples were hard and tented the translucent material. The bodysuit was crotchless, divulging that her pussy lips were enflamed with excitement and glistened with anticipation. To accentuate her outfit, she wore a sheer white wedding veil that hung below her very sexy butt.
My cock was so hard, I thought I was going to pass out. I could hear my pulse in my ears and actually feel it pounding in my cock. My mouth was dry and I was panting.
Skylar climbed onto the bed and took her groom’s colossal cock firmly in her hand. Studying it for a moment, she kissed its huge head before twirling her tongue around it, lapping up its seepage. She licked the underside of Mack’s massive manhood like a lollipop while gently squeezing his bloated balls. Her new husband moaned his joy.
My face flushed with envy. I had imagined what a great cocksucker Skylar would be and I blushed with very real jealousy. I clinched my teeth and said, “Lucky fucker.”
The vocalized pleasure of her husband seemed to motivate Skylar. She looked ready to fuck. She spat out his cock and it slapped his belly with an audible smack. Swinging her leg over Mack, she straddled him backwards in the reverse cowboy position. She announced watching my reaction, “I want you to have an unobstructed view.”
“I meant what I said,” Joanie sternly said to her new husband. She looked stunning lying on the bed in her wedding dress, the hem pulled up above her bare knees, her hands on her hips. Her dark brown eyes gleamed with excitement, teasing arousal, and a touch of dominance.
The groom was naked, on his knees between her feet. His member jutted out impatiently. He had waited months for this moment. Although Joanie had not let him penetrate her yet, she had come to appreciate the skill he developed in pleasuring her with his mouth on her pussy. She had reciprocated by giving him exquisite ejaculations by various methods.
He loved her scent and her taste. Most of all, he longed for the intimacy of intercourse, where his throbbing cock would explore and then freely spurt its payload of arousal deep inside her, again and again. Many were the nights that he spent alone in his bed, his lubricated hand stroking his member, imagining that it was inside Joanie’s tasty pussy; at the moment of ejaculation he called out her name and visualized his spurts of cum being ejected far up inside, her smooth vaginal muscles closing in and mixing the semen with her own natural lubricant.
That evening, on the bridal bed, he was about to experience it in actuality. Also, at her request, he had stoically refrained from solo relief for a week, in anticipation of a night of intercourse and sensual release in bed.
Joanie had just pitched a curve. The orgasms he gave her with his mouth were delicious, she told him. But she wanted a vaginal orgasm from intercourse before his ejaculation. If he couldn’t resist spurting his arousal into her hot pussy before her orgasm, she stipulated, he’d have to suck her pussy completely clean, after which she would welcome him inside again.
That was to be the rule every time they had intercourse. “Every time you cum inside me before I orgasm, you suck me clean. Every time!”
Her stern look faded into a sensuous, seductive, excited expression. “Commit to that, and you can enter me,” she panted.
Every male knows the feeling of intense wanting – the hot desire that permeates his midsection at times like these. It feels as though all the arousal and feeling in the body comes to a focal point in the groin area. Joanie used that fact to get him to agree. But how to get him to follow through afterward? She had the perfect answer for that.
They both knew that he would very likely pop off before she had her vaginal orgasm, especially with the first penetration in the charged atmosphere of their long-awaited wedding night.
Joanie slowly pulled her wedding dress up – higher, higher. Her naked hips were exposed. She had removed her panties well before they arrived at the bridal suite.
He looked at Joanie’s dark-haired pussy, and swore that she was creaming from her arousal. In the state of excitement he was in, sucking on her sperm-filled snatch appealed to him.
“Well?” she asked.
“What if I just can’t bring myself to do it afterward?”
“Then you’ll have to pop off into my hand and lick it up before you get in again,” she calmly stated. He knew she meant what she said.
He agreed, and quickly entered her. A low, sensuous “UHHH!” escaped her.
It felt every bit as good as he had imagined. He felt his new bride’s arms around him, and he began to pump. With each long thrust, she moaned or let out an excited “UHH!”
Once he began pumping, he could not stop. His cock had a will of its own, and he could not prevent his hips from repeatedly thrusting. He felt the first few telltale spurts originate from within and traverse his member. He knew he had crossed the line and could not do anything about it. Joanie’s pussy was too enticing.
Hot spurts of his seed ejected forcefully from his aroused cock. Joanie’s whimpers made him pump harder as each hot pulse wracked his midsection.
Joanie was excited. She held him close and he remained inside her. They both knew he had spurted profusely. If he was going to please his new bride, his mouth was going to be kissing and sucking where his cock had spewed.
He felt Joanie’s hands grasp his hips and gently push.
“Come clean me, my love. Better luck next time.” She had a sensuous gleam in her eye.
He wondered how many other women had the same rule about cleaning their pussies. He told himself that he would rather lick his own cum from his bride’s pussy than from her hand. When he got in the classic cunnilingus position he saw close up the primal sensuality of her opened pussy oozing the mixture of their abundant juices.
He had eaten her pussy many times before, and loved it. Never with cum having been spurted inside, though. As he put his mouth closer, he felt her legs tremble. The white lace of the hem of her wedding dress lay across her trim midsection.
He overcame his resistance and quickly put his mouth over as much of her pussy as he could, and licked once. He heard her gasp.
“OH!” she moaned.
Every time he licked, more sperm oozed from her pussy onto his tongue. Joanie’s moans became louder with each lick, and she began to twist and rock her hips.
“Gmmmmf!” he finally swallowed.
“OH! Ahh! Keep going! Get it all!” she moaned.
His arousal began to return and he passionately kissed her pussy. He wanted to be inside her again, and savor the feeling of intercourse before spurting. His enthusiasm increased with his arousal, and he applied his mouth ever more passionately to his task.
Joanie twisted and squirmed. Her choked moans would have aroused anyone listening. When her new husband swallowed again, she crested. Open mouthed moans filled the bridal suite and her hips thrashed about. “Oh, keep going!” she pleaded, and he renewed his efforts. By the time he had extracted everything his impatient cock had squirted inside her, she had crested three times.
He wanted to penetrate her again, but she had him lie back while she subjected him to a period of exquisite teasing with her hands. Then she mounted him. Her eyes were wide with passion, and her smile had a teasing and determined quality. She still wore her wedding dress, and had pulled the top down to expose her breasts.
Slowly, steadily, she pumped. She loved the way his cock filled her, and she knew he was absorbed in the feeling of finally being inside her. She didn’t state her rule about his ejaculating but knew it was on his mind. She became more aroused at the thought of his constant struggle to hold back.
“Joanie… ahhhh! Uhhh! JOANIE!”
She felt his member harden inside her, and she continued to pump. As soon as she whispered, “That feels so good,” he began to spurt. The strength of his bucking and writhing delighted her, and she leaned forward and held on until his ejaculation subsided.
It took a few minutes for their breathing to return to normal. With a sensuous gleam in her eyes she leaned forward and held his hands against the mattress as she withdrew. There was an audible slurping sound as her pussy released his member.
“Okay,” she said, and straddled his willingly open mouth.
This story and all characters are fiction. All characters are over 18.
Carol, my niece and a newly gangbanged bride, mumbled something about washing her face, and skipped out of the front room of the bridal suite, and into the bathroom, still wearing her veil. I looked around at her other three uncles. We were all sitting with our pants off, and were all grinning. My intention then was to clean my cock in the bathroom when Carol came out, and sneak back to my room.
“God, she’s a hot piece of ass!” Said Mitch, referring to our niece.
“I don’t think we took her virginity away from her,” chuckled Teddy.
“I wonder if her sweet little ass is still virgin,” said Uncle Bud.
I got up and checked on Carol’s passed out groom Shawn. He was in his exact same position in his bed in the bedroom. Then I heard a noise out in the hallway. It sounded like a couple of female voices talking loudly and laughing, and the rustling of long dresses. Then there was silence for a minute. Then the female voices chanted, “Oh, Shawn and Carol!”
Carol came out of the bathroom. She had thrown a white sheer nightie over her garters and stockings. Her veil was now off. I could see right through the nightie and could easily see the detail of her tits, even in low light. Carol looked out the peephole and said, “It’s my sisters and cousins.” Before we could stop her, the drunken bride opened the door.
Teddy, Mitch and myself scrambled to get our underwear back on. I went and stood behind the door to hide, and hoped to get Carol in before my other nieces knew that we were there. Carol was standing in the doorway, half in the hall, talking to the girls in their red bridesmaid gowns. I couldn’t hear what was being said, but the other girls sounded quite drunk.
I heard more footsteps, and peeked through the crack in the door to see two young hotel employees walking down the hall. The two men slowed when they got to Carol, and no doubt got a good look at her in her sheer top. “Hi, boys,” she said, and the boys continued down the hall.
The bridesmaids drunkenly pushed into the room with Carol’s tacit approval, and caught us with our pants down.
All four bridesmaids walked in on us. Carol’s sister Pamela was nineteen. She normally had a reserved personality, but was quite nice, a Dean’s List college student. Her blonde hair was long. Her face was cute, her body was more slender than Carol’s, and her tits were smaller.
Carol’s youngest sister Nancy was eighteen. She may have been the best looking of the bunch, her body just as nice as Carol’s but her tits were slightly smaller. She had a gorgeous face surrounded by long blonde hair, and big bright blue eyes.
Carol’s first cousin Sherry was twenty-four, and had gotten married just last year. She was about two inches taller than the rest, at about 5′ 7″, and blonde like Carol and her cousins. Like Carol, she got sort of a slutty reputation as a teen. Her tits were just slightly smaller than Carol’s.
Another of Carol’s first cousins was Tiffany, who at twenty-four was the same age as Sherry. Tiffany had been married for about two years. She was the only brunette in the group. She had long, dark, full hair, and like Pamela was a little slender, bordering on skinny, but the difference was that Tiffany had some pretty big tits for such a skinny girl. They weren’t huge, maybe slightly larger than Carol’s, but they looked big on her skinny frame.
Expecting to see Shawn, the bridesmaids gawked at Teddy and me in our briefs and shirttails, and their Uncle Bud in his shirttail covering his bare bottom. Mitch was wearing only his briefs, his chest thickly populated with black hair.
“What are you guys doing here?” asked Pamela.
“Oh, Shawn passed out, and they carried him to the room for me,” replied Carol.
“Why are you in your underwear?” quizzed Sherri.
“The air conditioner broke down, so we got comfortable,” quipped Mitch. It wasn’t going to fly, but it paused the drunken girls for a minute.
Carol closed the door, and asked, “Anyone want a drink?” And held up an open bottle of Champaign.
“Yeah!” Said the drunken teen Nancy. She took a swig and passed the bottle around.
“No, really, why are your pants off, uncle Teddy?” Asked Tiffany.
“We’re having an underwear party. You can’t stay unless you’re in your underwear,” he said.
A drunken Pamela actually bought that one. “Oh, I’ve heard of those.”
“OK,” said Teddy, “Then strip down to your underwear, or you have to put our liquor down and leave.”
Uncle Bud and Mitch echoed Teddy’s order. I still don’t think the girls were believing it, but they were drunk and in a party mood, and wanted the free booze. So Pamela started unzipping her bridesmaid dress in back. She giggled as she unzipped her dress, and let it fall from her chest, revealing her white strapless bra. The other three girls began following suit.
Uncle Bud went right for the youngest, Nancy, and started unzipping her dress from behind her. Teddy broke out more booze from the refrigerator, and Mitch unzipped Tiffany’s dress. The married Sherri looked at me, and I got up and unhooked and unzipped her dress from behind. Just to be helpful, I pulled her dress down off of her chest.
Just like that, four more young nieces partying in their underwear, standing, drinking, and conversing like nothing was amiss, surrounded me. All four wore white strapless bras pushing up their young ta-tas. Pamela had beige pantyhose over her white panties. Younger sister Nancy had skimpy white cotton panties, and beige thigh-high stockings. The married blonde Sherri had white garters holding up beige stockings, and white lacy thong panties, exposing her nice bare young butt. And the brunette Tiffany wore beige pantyhose with no panties on underneath. I initially stared longest at her, because I could easily see a patch of dark brown pubic hair over her pussy through the near-transparent hose. Sherri stood next to Mitch, looked at his hairy chest, and said, “Uncle Mitch, you’re hairy!” She placed her right palm onto his chest, and rubbed it in circles.
“Oh, can I do that to you?” asked Mitch, and immediately placed his hand on Sherri’s chest, and quickly massaged her tit over her bra.
“Uncle Mitch!” exclaimed Sherri, but she didn’t push him away.
I boldly stood in front of the slender Pamela as she looked down at my nearly erect cock pushing out my briefs. “Nice underwear, Uncle Jim,” she said, smiling at me. She quickly grabbed my elastic waistband near my hip with her thumb and index finger, and gave it a snap.
“I like your underwear, too,” I replied, and ran my index finger along the top of her bra, touching the exposed flesh above it. When there was no objection, just a little reserved smirk on her lips, I pulled out Pamela’s strapless bra, and peered inside. I stared at her small pale titties capped with hard pink nipples. Pamela just smiled at me.
Uncle Bud stood behind the eighteen-year-old Nancy, fifty years his junior, and massaged her bare shoulders. Nancy turned around, looked down and exclaimed, “Uncle Bud!” Uncle Bud’s long, dark, wet, semi-erect, uncircumcised cock was hanging down his leg, sticking out from his shirttail. The other girls all gawked at his manhood. “He was rubbing it against me,” Nancy told them.
Carol the bride broke in, “You should see it when it’s stiff!” The other girls looked at her, now knowing that Carol had seen it hard earlier. Carol stood next to Uncle Bud on the other side of Nancy, reached down, and grabbed Uncle Bud’s cock. The other girls watched speechless as it quickly became erect, and stood perpendicular from his body.
I saw Teddy approach the married brunette Tiffany from behind. Tiffany so far had been silent. Teddy startled her when he put his hands on her bare shoulders, but she looked back, smiled, and leaned her shoulders back into his chest. Teddy ran his hands down her waist, and up her bare midriff.
Uncle Bud had one arm around Carol, and one on the teen Nancy, whose wide eyes stared down at his hardon. “Hey, watch this trick,” Bud said. “One hand.” He held up his hand, put it back behind Nancy, and in one movement unhooked her strapless bra. The bra seemed to fly off her chest and jump to the floor. Nancy squealed, and after a moment of shock, covered her tits with her hands, but not before I got a good look at them. They were gravity-defying beauties, sticking straight out; slightly smaller than Carol’s, bigger than Pamela’s, but all three sisters had the same light pink nipples. I had now seen all three sister’s tits in less than an hour. We all chuckled at Uncle Bud’s trick and the teen’s embarrassed exposure. Nancy gave Uncle Bud a slightly dirty look, but she also had a little smirk. Uncle Bud put his arms around Nancy and Carol and pulled them close, and reached completely around their slender bodies under their arms, and felt their tits; Carol’s through her sheer nightie, and Nancy’s under her folded arms.
I looked over at Mitch and Sherri, the married blonde with the prior slutty reputation. Mitch now had his hand inside her bra, and massaged her tit. Sherri leaned over and French kissed her tall dark hairy uncle that was twice her age. Her hand went down to his briefs and disappeared inside the front. Mitch’s other hand was on Sherri’s bare ass exposed by her thong.
Teddy was still standing behind his brunette niece Tiffany, and had both hands over her bra. His big hands manipulated her tits through the fabric, her hard dark nipples protruding through the white material. He yanked down on the strapless bra with both hands, and the bra ended up halfway down her waist, completely freeing and exposing both of her large pale round tits. Her areolas were darker and slightly wider than her blonde cousins’, and her hard nipples were fatter. Teddy massaged both of the exposed mammaries, squeezing and lifting them.
I looked back at Pamela, who was smirking at me. I put my left arm around her bare slender waist. She leaned forward and planted a kiss on my lips. I slid my tongue along her lips, and they parted and allowed me to meet her tongue with mine. I slid both hands down over her hose-covered ass cheeks and rubbed and squeezed them through the clinging hose. Then I slid my hands up her back and found her bra clasp. I quickly unhooked it, and pulled the bra off. I glanced down at my niece’s little titties. Even more than Nancy’s they defied gravity, sticking straight out from her body. They were small and cone shaped and very white. Her erect, pink nipples stuck way out from her body, and I reached up and took one between my thumb and index finger.
Teddy was still standing behind Tiffany, and his left hand still fondled a tit. But now Tiffany was leaning back and making out with her uncle, and her uncle’s right hand had slid into the front of her pantyhose. With no panties to mar the view, I could see Teddy’s finger sliding in and out of the married woman’s hair-covered pussy inside the hose.
I slid my hand down to the front Pamela’s pantyhose. She wore panties underneath, and I slid my hand inside the hose and panties. I felt some short pubic hair, trimmed away from her thighs, and found her slit. But before I slid a finger in, Pamela stopped kissing me, and pulled down her hose and panties. After she stepped out of them, she tugged down my briefs, exposing my erect cock. I looked down at her pussy, with just a tiny, trimmed patch of blonde pubic hair surrounding it. I slid a finger in the wetness as Pamela stroked my cock.
Mitch was standing straight up as Sherri knelt in front of him. Her lips were stretched wide over his throbbing red cock, her blonde head bobbing up and down on it.
Uncle Bud and Carol had somehow discovered that the couch was a sleeper sofa, and began tearing off cushions and opening the bed. Teen Nancy stood alone in her panties and thigh-highs, her arms folded across her topless chest. She looked over at me, and I smiled at her. She walked over to Pamela and me, and I put my right arm around Nancy. I slid a hand down to her panties and squeezed her teen ass. Pamela unbuttoned my shirt and removed it as her sister slid her panties and thigh-highs off. Nancy’s pussy was nearly identical to her sister’s trimmed blonde hair. All three of us were now virtually naked. I was leaning back on the wet bar, my right arm around Nancy, my left arm around her sister Pamela. I took turns making out with my two teen nieces.
Nancy put her hand on my cock and slowly stroked it. Pamela played with my balls. Pamela rubbed her pussy mound up and down my hip, and Nancy did the same. I took turns making out with them, and squeezed their two firm, smooth teen butts jutting out. I glanced down at their teen tits sticking straight out of their bodies, Pamela’s tiny ones and Nancy’s slightly bigger ones. I reached up and groped them and tweaked their long nipples. Both sisters were panting as they humped my legs like horny dogs, their silky pubic hair rubbing on my flesh, some moistness from their wet pussies smearing on my thighs.
I glanced over at the opened sleeper sofa. Uncle Bud was lying on his back with his legs dangling off the bed, his feet on the floor. Bride Carol was straddling him with her back to him. Her feet were also planted on the floor, her knees spread wide, and she was bouncing up and down with his cock in her pussy, using her legs to push off the floor for power. Her eyes were closed, and she had an open-mouth smile on her face. She was still wearing her transparent nightie, and Uncle Bud’s right hand was under it, grabbing at her tit as it hopped up and down. His left hand was on her pussy, diddling her clit, I guessed.
Teddy and his brunette babe Tiffany were climbing onto the bed also. Uncle Bud grabbed Tiffany’s leg, and pulled her down on top of him. Tiffany ended up sitting on Uncle Bud’s face with her back to Carol. She fell forward onto the bed, her face landing between Teddy’s legs. She took Teddy’s cock in her mouth and gobbled it down, her flowing dark hair hanging down over her face. So Carol was fucking Uncle Bud’s cock while he ate Tiffany’s pussy, who was sucking her Uncle Teddy’s cock.
I leaned over and took Pamela’s hard nipple in my mouth. In fact, I got just about the whole little titty into my mouth, and sucked on it hard, my tongue flitting about the long hard nipple, and occasionally giving it a gentle bite. Then I turned and did the same to her sister Nancy’s slightly larger tits. Nancy’s tits were as hard as a rock. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt a tit so firm. It just barely moved when I manipulated it. Both girls were moaning and panting as I reached down and fingered both of their pussies.
Mitch was now lying on the floor, and Sherri was lying on top of him, in a 69 position. Her thong was now off, and I looked at her bare ass as he licked up into her pussy, and she bobbed her head up and down on his cock. Sherri’s pussy was shaved. So out of the five young nieces, two were bald, two were trimmed, and one had a fairly full bush.
Pamela fell on her knees and stuffed my cock in her mouth. I fingered Nancy furiously, and pinched her hard ass. I diddled her clit and stuck my index finger a quarter-inch into the entrance of her teen asshole. She then thrashed and squealed in a wild gyrating orgasm. She fell to her knees and panted for a moment, then began competing with her older sister for my cock. They took turns sucking and licking my shaft and balls.
Mitch was up on his feet. Sherri was bent over the back of the couch, wearing her high heels. Mitch stood behind her, and was sliding his cock into her doggie style. I saw her ass ripple and shake as he slammed into her. Teddy, who was leaning against the sofa back as Tiffany sucked his cock, reached over and felt Sherri’s dangling tit.
I lay down on the carpet on my back. Pamela immediately straddled me and slid her wet pussy down onto my cock, becoming the second of my nieces that I fucked tonight. At my urging, her little sister Nancy straddled me and lowered her pussy down onto my face. I licked up into her pussy as she wrapped her firm smooth thighs around my head. Pamela’s tits were pressed into Nancy’s back. Pamela thrust her hips up and down, and Nancy tried to keep still as I licked her salty pussy. I reached up and grabbed one of Pamela’s tits, and one of Nancy’s. Then my hands roamed all over their teen flesh. I diddled Pamela’s clit, played with their thighs, their butts, and pinched their nipples. Pamela reached around Nancy and played with one of her tits, massaging it and tugging her nipple. Nancy looked back, and the two sisters smiled at each other.
Pamela began grunting in a very unladylike fashion, practically bouncing off of me. She screamed and grunted and thrashed about. I diddled her clit to help her along, and with one final grunt, she relaxed and fell off of me.
Nancy immediately lifted herself off of my face, and lowered her torso down to my crotch. She didn’t seem to know how to lower her pussy down over my cock, but I helped her aim it there. Little by little, she took more of my cock into her pussy.
“Nancy, are you still a virgin?” Pamela asked.
“Uh huh,” her sister grunted affirmatively.
Nancy was the tightest of the three sisters. She leaned over me on her hands, and I reached up and played with her tits. After some awkward moments, we got into a rhythm, and she humped me faster, her long blonde hair hanging in my face.
In the back of my mind I had been hearing a lot of noise from over on the bed. Apparently just about everyone had had at least one orgasm. I glanced over, and the configuration was different. Now Carol was on her stomach on the bed, a cushion under her torso, her ass sticking up in the air. Uncle Bud was kneeling on the bed behind her, holding his glistening cock in his hand. He was attempting to work the member into the bride’s asshole. “Relax,” he told her.
“Wait, wait!” she yelled, and jumped off the bed. She ran from the room, and re-entered just as fast, carrying a tube of lubricating jelly. “Here, use lots of this,” she told Uncle Bud, and resumed her position on the bed with her ass in the air.
I heard her grunting as I turned back to Nancy.
As I took my niece’s virginity, I ran my hands all over her body, and even held my head up and sucked and licked her tits. She was breathing heavily and whimpering. “Huuh! Oohhh!” I was close to cumming again, so I wanted to hurry her along. I found her swollen clit with my index finger and rubbed it.
“Aahh! Hhhhhoooo!” the young teen said. She thrashed about and tightened her thighs around me. “Unnnc! Unc! Uncle Jim! UCNLE JIMMMM!”
I couldn’t hold out any longer, and shot a load of jism into her teen twat. She let out a squeal, jiggled and thrashed wildly, then collapsed on my chest, her pussy still engulfing my cock.
By the time Nancy and I sat up, everyone else was sitting around drinking, and still playing with each other, but mostly watching Uncle Bud fuck Carol’s ass on the bed. We grabbed some booze and watched, too. Carol was grunting as Uncle Bud had managed to get a couple of inches of his glistening cock in her ass.
I sat down on the carpet next to the brunette wife Tiffany. She smiled at me, and I gently reached around and squeezed her breast. Wow, such large tits on such a thin frame! She nuzzled her shoulder into mine, and we cuddled. Carol looked at us spectators. “Have any of you done this before?”
“I have,” answered the blonde wife Sherri. “I like it.”
Teddy turned to Sherri and said, “You want to do it now?”
“Sure,” Sherri replied, and hopped up to her feet. She grabbed the tube of jelly, and got on her knees on the carpet.
“I’ve never done that,” said the teen Pamela to no one in particular. She looked up at her Uncle Mitch, who was fondling her little tits. “You want to do that?”
This story is not a continuation of the – ‘The Bachelor Party ‘written by me earlier, even though it has the same characters.
Characters: Varun (ME), Mom, Susan (my younger sis), Sammy (Bridegroom in the story ‘The Bachelor party’), Johny (bridegroom’s bro), Soniya (The bride and my cousin), Pooja (her younger sis), Aunt Gretta (Soniya’s mom), Aunt Ithama, Azad, John, Peter, Jeff and 12 other guys.
Story in ‘The Bachelor Party’: A Bachelor party changed when mom tried to bring in some liveliness. The bachelors tricked her to play some games. Joining in the play, she never expected the youngsters would get a hard-on. Some of the boys jokingly grope her as she tries to leave. The grope gets harder as the boys tug at her dress. The boys grope soon turned out to a gangbang. Meanwhile aunt and my sister also get pulled in.
Now read on…
After our success of the bachelor party of Sammy, we decided to do this in every marriage party. We had taken photos of mom, aunt and my sister naked and in gangbang to ensure their cooperation in future arrangements. They had been drunk and were not sure what all they had done. The smiling face and the lustful face were a problem for them. Even if they say they had been tricked or forced, the photos showed them participating eagerly. Also fucking their own son and nephews were more shame than the photos. At first they shouted and threatened us but we were adamant. Soon they broke down when we said we had movies too.
We used to get servicing in between like a blowjob or grope them. Sometimes they stripped for us and even let us press our dicks on their asshole but never allowed proper fuck. Also we didn’t get the chance to group together. The servicing was for one or two. We were interested more in a group fuck or gangbang – day long, not a single quickie.
So we waited for another marriage. It soon came.
One of our cousins Soniya was getting married. We asked for a bachelor party but was denied saying only spinster party was allowed, that is a party by the girls and only for girls. We did not want anyone else other than us boys, but a spinster party would mean only girls and no boys. But as we were from the girl’s side we couldn’t host a bachelor party.
So we persuaded Susan to act as if she is going to host the party and needed a room, away from the usual party. She talked with Aunt Gretta, Soniya’s mother. She agreed and allotted the work area.
“After you arrange everything, come and collect the bride. She will be ready.” Aunt Gretta was speaking to Susan who was supposed to be the one hosting the party.
As custom, the hostess along with her friends will come to take the bride to an all ladies only party. All the ladies of the house, which is all the aunts, their daughters, friends and anyone who is a girl or woman will come along with the bride. Now this would spoil our plan, since we had only Susan on our side. Also all the ladies of the house together means our plan won’t work. It would be foolish to hope that all would get drunk or we could blackmail all. So we had to think another plan.
We decided to act like the girls were hosting the party. So some of the boys dressed up like the girls. With little makeup, some of them looked more girl than boy. Susan and the band of boys dressed up like girls went to the work area to arrange everything. Others sneaked in occasionally. Susan was made to stand by the door to divert others and warn us if anyone was coming. Hot drinks were passed on fast.
“This isn’t any fun compared to what we did on my marriage,” Sammy said.
“Yeah,” others agreed.
“We should do something to heat it up,” Johny said.
“C’mon, last time you guys tried to heat up a party and my mom and sister got their ass fucked,” I said.
Everyone laughed remembering how we had tricked my mom to play some games. It was on Sammy’s marriage. We had arranged a Bachelor Party. Mom had dropped in to check us and we invited her to play games with us. The game was simple. Pastry would be applied on the wall and a balloon on your chest. You will get one partner and he will have to push you from behind. The balloon should break but you should not get any pastry on your face. She joined in thinking we were just a bunch of kids and got more than she bargained for. She was given cola mixed with brandy. They had no bad intentions and did it for a joke. But pushing a woman from behind was no easy task especially for horny teenagers because slowly the boys were pushing her with their body, jamming their dick on her ass. Later on she was dared to dance with Azad. She was a good dancer and easily out danced him. Embarrassed he took off his shirt as a dance step but she was in the mood and moved the top of her saree for fun. That was the turning point. He removed his pants but she laughed and stopped but the boys were all corked. Someone tugged at her saree to tease her, and then suddenly everyone was tugging at her saree. It still was for fun but then her saree loosened exposing her underskirt and blouse. One hand pulled the string of her underskirt and it fell off. Suddenly the joyous fun mood disappeared and she was in between a bunch of horny teenager including her son. The thought of mom or aunt or relative all disappeared. She was just a sexy naked woman to our horny dicks.
“That is why bachelor party is restricted to Women,” Azad breaking my train of thoughts.
“But it was worth it.” Johny said.
“Yea, but she still looks with draggers in her eyes, especially when some of you come over and ask her for a blowjob, threatening to expose her,” I said in between the laughter.
“Hey don’t blame us. I saw you cut her dress when she was making chapatti,” Peter said in between his hilarity, “The woman made the whole set with her ass naked and her son behind her rubbing his dick watching his mother’s ass.”
There was a roar of laughter.
“Didn’t she have her panties on?”
“Did she catch him?”
Questions shot up. All were interested.
“Hell, no. she didn’t know. He has good hands,” Peter chuckled. “She had just come from her bath and unfortunately for her and fortunate for us she didn’t wear her panties.”
“When did she know?”
“When this bastard Varun, spread her ass cheeks and tried to push his horny dick in to her ass.”
The laughter burst was inevitable.
“Did he succeed?”
“O yeah he did it but we had to hold her down and threaten with exposure while he drilled it inside her asshole without any lubrication.”
“Man, no wonder she is all draggers on you.” John laughed.
“Hey, don’t blame me. How long can one see his own mother being blackmailed by you all? Even I was a participant, so I got every right to her ass.”
The laughter was interrupted by Susan’s knock. The sign of someone coming. We all ran for cover. Those dressed up like girls took their place as if arranging a party.
“Hey, just checking on you guys. How’s everything?”
It was Aunt Gretta, Soniya’s mom.
Susan jumped in to explain we were not yet over while others just stood smiling.
“See who I have brought with me. The bride herself – She was sitting all alone, so I let in your secret and told her you were arranging the spinster’s party and she couldn’t hold on.”
From our covers we looked. It was Soniya, the bride along with her sister Pooja!
“C’mon girls, go along. I will check on you later.”
“But…. But…” Susan stammered but aunt had gone leaving the bride and her sister.
Soniya and Pooja entered the house which was too quiet for a party. Soniya was wearing a blue skin tight cotton pants and red top. It was good that the top was covering her ass or else it would have showed her bumpy ass and the pant would like a second skin. Pooja was in her usual blue hoopla skirt dress. Some of the boys looked up and gave a wary smile and turned back to their discussion as if not interested in them. The girls went to some of them and introduced themselves but she got only nods and an hmmm.
Suddenly the music was on in loud noise and John, Peter and Azad surrounded them shouting yeaaaaaah. The girls jumped in fright and then recovered and started hitting them, embarrassed that they were frightened.
“John! Peter! What are you guys doing here? This is a girl’s party,” Soniya informed. “Gosh, Varun you are also in this? What are you four doing in this girl’s party?”
“Are you sure?” I asked. “Just look around.”
She looked around wondering what they meant but still couldn’t get it.
“Ok guys, show her.” John said.
What he meant was to remove the disguise and explain to her, but the boys were in mood after they heard the story and some of them were still immersed in the story. They therefore interpreted his words in a different way.
They just lifted their skirt and pulled down the panties to reveal their hard dicks thrusting out.
Soniya and Pooja were wonderstruck. Once they got back to their senses their face turned beetroot red.
“No guys! I meant to remove the disguise and show.”
But the damage had been done.
Soniya and Pooja tried a hasty exit but the door was locked. All of us shouted in unison that they would be left only after playing a game. Seeing Susan with us they were little relaxed and agreed as we all cheered.
Pastry was applied on the wall and balloon placed on her chest.
“The game is simple – only 4 rules,” Johny said,
“1) Break the balloon but don’t get pastry on your face. “
“2) You should not push the balloon but your partner, that is one of us, will push you. “
“3) If your partner fails to do it within three minutes, you get a new partner and so on till it breaks.”
“4) If you quit or get pastry on your face you will have to do punishment chore and play another game.”
They agreed and Soniya initiated for the first chance. Soniya positioned herself with the balloon on her boobs and pressing it on the walls. We imagined her nipples pressing on the balloon and dreamt of the picture of her naked nipples pressing on the balloon. She said ready.
Johny asked, “Who is going to be her partner?”
All hands went up.
“Well, let the old bridegroom take on the new bride,” he said pointing to Sammy.
Sammy jumped in and positioned himself behind her. We were all giggling seeing him positioning behind the unsuspecting girl. He had his hip ready.
“On your mark,” Jeff said, “Get set, go!”
As soon as go rang, Sammy began pushing her ass with his dick. When it was locked correctly in between her ass cheeks he placed himself on her on the pretext of pushing her, but the push was more on her bottoms than on her back. Soniya was busy trying to break the balloon yet keep her face away. Sammy was busy heaving her ass and grinding his dick on her soft cushion. After one minute of rubbing his dick on her ass he gave a final push and held as he cum. She might have felt it. We saw her stiffen. She didn’t say anything especially as he had been a bridegroom and now he had a wife, how could she say he had cum on her ass and how to explain that she was in between 12 – 15 guys in a closed room? Before her thoughts were over Johny was pushing her ass with his dick. She now understood that this was just the guy’s way to jack her. She didn’t expect her cousins to crowd her and press their dicks on her ass. Johny didn’t bother to even push her. He was right on target and rubbing his dick on her ass. He came on her fast and squeezed her ass. Everyone cheered and applauded. Azad was next on line. He positioned himself behind her ass but Soniya moved away accepting defeat.
The punishment for Soniya was a sexy dance. She said she didn’t know how and was booed. So some of the guys showed some sexy steps creating laughter. Soon it was decided that Sammy would show the steps and she had to follow it without stopping. If she did stop a worse punishment could be given. Soniya looked at Sammy and smiled. Both of them got ready. Sammy started the dance and Soniya tried to replicate it.
She moved in a dancer’s grace, rotating her hips. Then Sammy bend and she too followed. We watched as her top went up exposing some of her cute ass figure. Copying him, she sat and opened her legs wide to give a peep to her pussy. Our dicks arose. She understood and wanted to stop but the crowd was pushing her. Sammy led his hand over his chest and then to his dick. It was funny but the same when Soniya did was erotic. She led her hands through her boobs and rubbed on her pussy. We were getting horny by the minute. Boys were moving in. Sensing it, Jeff stepped in.
“Boys, don’t be hasty. There’s one more beauty.”
Pooja was brought in. Unlike her sister, she had a small ass. She positioned herself like her sister. Azad jammed her ass right away and began pushing. Everyone cheered. Soniya’s eyes were on the movement. She understood that her sister was getting jacky but she couldn’t say anything in the crowd and hoped it got over fast. To her surprise as the jacky increased so did the crowd applause. Azad had his dick out and slowly had lifted her skirt and was pressing on her panties. Pooja had not got the theme yet and was trying to protect her face from the pastry while her ass was jacked by Azad. He held her hips with her skirt sky high showing her beautiful ass in her colorful panties as he pressed his naked dick on her. Soniya was horrified. She moved into the crowd and tried to push Azad away but she was pulled back. She started shouting to stop. Still pressing his dick on her ass, he turned and asked,
“C’mon Soniya, don’t be a spoilsport!”
With two thrusts and a powerful grip, he pressed Pooja to him as he cum over her panties, startling her as the hot cum oozed on to her panties and thigh. It was then Pooja understood why her sister was screaming. She quickly released herself and ran to her sister. When she looked back she stared dumbfounded at Azad, standing with his dick out, cum still oozing.
“Stop this!” Soniya shouted, “Let her go. This is not funny. I will tell this to aunt.”
“Oh! You wanted to tell this to aunt. Why didn’t you say so” he said pulling her to the next room.
She stared, not believing what she was seeing.
“Is that….. Isn’t that…..” she stammered unable to complete the sentence.
My mom was on her fours; Aunt Ithama was under her licking and sucking mom’s pussy while mom was sucking a young boy’s dick. Another young one was busy inserting a carrot in her asshole. Ithama aunt had a banana sticking out of her pussy and a candle in her asshole. A third one was busy squeezing both women’s boobs one after the other. Soniya gaped at the scene and came to her senses when a hand squeezed her ass. Both my mom and aunt were forced to drink the brandy. The dry brandy was poured to their mouths and nose held giving them no choice but to gulp it. Thus their senses to fight back decreased and they participated more than we hoped for. Soniya once again looked, for conviction of the scene of carrot stuck in mom’s asshole.
“You all are drunk and don’t know what you are doing!”
“Yeah, why don’t you join us?”
She pushed him off and returned to the room. Susan was doing a strip show encouraged by the boys. She had removed her dress and was in her bra and panties. Two of the boys were biting her panties and pulling it down as others cheered. She tried to hold the panties to cover her bush, but the boys pulled it down. She smiled coyly as others grabbed her boobs and displayed to others as a trophy. She was turned around and made to bend. Her ass cheeks were spread open to show her pink asshole. I inserted my finger and rotated. She squeaked and the boys got more aroused. I opened my zip and let out my dick as the boys cheered. Grabbing her ass, I lifted her. She was now upside down on me. I positioned her pussy to my mouth while I fingered her ass. My dick was touching her lips. She began to suck it.
“Varun! She is your sister!” Soniya screamed.
Pulling my head from my sister’s pussy, I said, “What are you guys waiting for? You have a virgin bride for dinner.”
As soon as I said that everyone surrounded Soniya. She moved backwards.
“Guys, I am your sister. Tomorrow is my marriage. You all are drunk,” she said wading the hands approaching her boobs.
I called up a boy near me and passed on Susan to his shoulders. He was delighted and started gnawing at her pussy. Susan was busy opening his pants but being upside down, it was taking time. As Soniya was fighting them, I crept under her and pulled her pants down. She tried holding her pants but her hands were pulled back.
“Varun, you mother fucker bastard,” she shrieked.
She had not worn her panties and this led out to a big hooray between the youngsters. All loved when girls do something bold or out of the normal. They eagerly threw of their dress along with hers and all began to rub their dicks on her.
The party had turned crazy and wilder.
Susan was made on fours and Soniya had to go on her. They wanted her to lick the ass. She refused and they pushed her face in between Susan’s ass. Another round of cheer and applauses rang. The boys were hornier than ever. Her face was rubbed on Susan’s asshole as her asshole began to get licked. Soon all of us were on her, licking, sucking and even nibbling. The carrot from my mom’s ass was brought and inserted into the bride’s ass. She looked funny and horny at the same time. All naked men around her and she had a carrot up her ass.
The carrot was rotated in her ass making her squeal. Cool oil was brought in and poured to her asshole and stirred with the carrot. It was like he was cooking something in her asshole. One of the guys came in front of her, pulled back his fore skin and pushed his dick into her mouth. She held her mouth open not wanting to suck it but in the end had to close it as the push derailed. I pulled out the carrot from her ass and pulling back my foreskin, pressed to her split open asshole which was pink red. I found the softness of her as if my dick melting into butter. I felt her tighten her asshole. This gave me more pleasure. I pushed deep and it sided in smoothly. She uttered a gargled sound, in between the blowjob she was giving, as my dick hit the hilt. I felt my dick crowded by softness, giving me utter pleasures. I swooned as I pulled and pushed my dick in her young virgin ass, invaded by none other than a carrot and a finger. I got more pervert pleasure thinking that my dick was the first to fuck this young virgin ass. I squeezed her boobs and began the ride of my life. I felt my dick compress her ass. I teased her nipples as I felt it grow on my fingers. She began to resist but I held on and pumped. As I was about to cum I let my balls bang on her cute soft ass as I thrust deep in and held. I felt my cum spurt in her ass. The flow continued as if it would never stop as I lay on her back clutching her boobs.
Susan was in great mood. She bends over pointing her pussy to Stevens, who came in a sweep and began sucking it. She moved to Soniya and kissed her lips then sucked her boobs. All others rounded Susan, each giving their dicks to suck. She sucked them of one by one and then allowed them to invade her holes. She got fuelled when two dicks entered her pussy and ass together. She screamed like a child in pleasure and begged for more.
“C’mon, you crazy bastards fuck my ass, give me your cocks,” she moaned like a nymphomaniac and grabbed a dick of a nearby boy and began to wet it, then sucked it like a pro.
Pooja was pushed into the crowd. She was forcefully stripped. She tried to hold on to the last piece of clothing to cover her shame, but the boys were in no mood. They themselves were stripping and pulling their foreskin to lubricate dreaming on pleasures. Pooja was pushed to the ground and all of them fell on young meat like fox. The rush was for her virgin ass. She was forcefully laid on her stomach. As she struggled, her legs and hands were held. Jeff squeezed her spongy assets. He traced her ass line as she struggled, then led his fingers into her ass cheeks and split them. We eagerly looked at her asshole. Many of the boy’s mouth were watered thinking of her pink asshole. Jeff led his thumb finger in as if it were a pie. She started to squeal as he rotated his thumb. He got up and lay in the position of 69 and licked her ass. His dick was on her head. He parted her ass cheeks and tongued her asshole. She wriggled as his wet tongue invaded her asshole and deeper. His tongue was like a snake crawling into her asshole. She was held tight and couldn’t move. Moreover he was lying on her. He wringed her ass cheeks in pleasure and let his hand slide to her thighs, feeling the softness of a girl. His dick was feeling the silkiness of her rich hair. His dick was rolling on her hair in pleasure. He sucked her asshole like a baby sucking the nipple of its mother’s boobs. He never felt so pleasures in voyeur or gangbang.