The bride, her bestie and her stepbrother
The reception and honeymoon sites were a quaint, romantic-heritage country church and a former colonial mansion.
What more could a young woman want on her wedding day?
I was about to get it all.
Plus, the main catch — my divine hunk of a guy.
My Tom.
All that remained was a leisurely forty-minute drive to the altar accompanied by my BFF, my bridesmaid, the always reliable Stephanie and my driver for the occasion, her stepbrother Jacob, in an immaculately restored FJ Holden.
The shiny mirror state of all the chrome was truly eye-drooling. I could see myself so clearly in it.
Sure, modern cars have sleek, showy designs, but a classic is a classic, and the FJ made an awesome wedding car.
We were purring along; we would be fashionable but not jilt stage worry time for the groom — late.
Steph and I were in the back seat, comfortable on the fully restored green vinyl. Jacob was enjoying showing his vehicle off.
This was life in the moment—so good.
So why was I stressing?
I wanted to be sure about being a radiant, stunningly visually perfect scene for my man as I walked down the aisle.
Jacob looked back at the quiet pair of us in his rearview mirror.
He tried to lighten me up with male car talk, but it was all over my head as he went on about modifications to the engine when suddenly there was a strange…pop…clop…hissing…, and then the Holden stalled.
This was followed by too much smoke escaping from under the bonnet.
Jacob knew his car and said, "Don't worry. Be on the move in a jiffy."
Still, the inside of Holden developed a smell, so we got out as our driver did.
We walked behind Steph's stepbrother as he gingerly lifted the unmistakable heated bonnet.
"Oh, fuck, it's stuffed," was all Jacob managed.
"Oh, fuck you; I'm stuffed," was all I got out with some welling tears.
"I'll ring your Dad, Danielle; he'll pick us up," said Steph, trying to calm me down.
My BFF had moved to the side of the country road with her mobile and was ringing my Dad.
I was nearly inconsolable.
Close to blubbering.
Jacob knew his sin. He tried to comfort me but didn't know where to put his hands on the layers of satin and lace. He gave up before he started, though. I needed some touchy comfort, and it looked like I wasn't getting it in this dress.
Steph was back.
She said, "Your Dad is on his way."
She moved me to the side of the road behind the car. A giant roadside gum provided plenty of shade.
"Oh honey, it will all be fine; relax," she touched my face gently.
"Oh, Steph," I blurted, "I'm so tense. I should never have gone down this silly traditional separation from Tom to get ready for today; geez, I need more than a honeymoon fuck right now, sweetie."
After a quick glance to see what Jacob was doing, Steph looked at me like never before.
Jacob was swearing.
His head was buried under the bonnet.
God, Stephanie Cook gave me a smouldering look.
I knew I was dressed in bridal stunning perfection, but this was a 'through the dress look.'
Suddenly, a wedding, get me to the church on time, my Tom, Jacob, the side of a country road, and an arching gum tree all blurred as my BFF pashed me.
Mwah!
Lips locked.
Lips sucked.
Tongues twisted.
Tongues chased and embraced.
Well, I'll tell you straight away: I don't know what came over me.
We had never been close to a girly, touchy sequence, yet I was entirely in this.
God, her mouth was sweet and syrupy.
We shared the warm 'kissy kiss' gooey feeling of intimate forbidden territory.
Sloppy, mwah, mwah, mwah!
Instant passion. Immediate desire. Direct groping.
"Mmm, oh yeah," I got out softly as Steph's hands went down my dress, pressing into my breasts.
Then her body slid down mine; she was under the layers so quickly and was burying her head, nearly her frickin entire body, under my satin flowing gown.
Oh, she got the lot under my layers of satin.
She must have taken in my light pink garter belt. My lacey booty ruffled panty shorts. These were designed to drive Tom wild later in the boudoir.
Still, in the immediate instance, Steph went, "Wow."
A bit muffled, but she was impressed.
"Orrgh Fuck! Mmm," I added as Steph yanked my cute knickers to the side, getting to something even cuter.
Well, my pussy was prepped for Tommy Boy.
So smooth.
So scented.
A lacquered skin glaze — that I had checked with a hand mirror earlier.
Glossy moisturised and now leaking wetness.
God, Steph surprised me.
My pussy was the complete centre of her attention. And fuck was she committed.
Her tongue was in my muff.
Her fingers spread me.
Her other hand massaged my inner thigh, snapping my garter, teasing my perineum and flirting with my rilled arse ring.
She got out another muffled: "God, you taste great."
I suppose "Mmm, mmm, mmm" equalled agreement.
However, I pushed her head, held it cradled somehow; under my dress, forcing her closer into my pussy because the girl had a job to finish.
I realised Jacob might see us, but his head was under a dead bonnet, still swearing loudly.
The tongue lapping under my bonnet was firing on all cylinders.
Oh, fuck Steph was treating my cunt like it was a soft-serve ice cream.
My BFF was using big generous sweeping licks from my sensitive perineum to my quickly aroused clitty.
Her spread tongue laps, taking in every part of me.
God, Steph was a clever girl down there.
Then the bitch: she slowed the pace, so leisurely delectable, I could feel each sweep. I could hold each morsel of growing coochie pleasure separately as the bitch was divine in me.
The tart had my pleasure spots under her sway. I was a bride on her way to church getting the pre-nuptial girlfriend climax.
Thank you, God, for the breakdown.
My, she was treating my pussy like a favourite dessert.
Morsel by morsel, bringing all the pieces of my natural being into play, tantalisingly separate and then joining them all.
The wonder of my body as Stephanie drew my arsehole into the passion with her finger, raked over my perineum with her long nail, then crooked in the opening of my vagina, smeared my copious love juices over my engorged clitty.
Plus, her tongue, her marvellous tongue, kept to its languorous, meandering pace. The truth hit me; I realised Tom still had some stuff to learn — as good as he was down there.
"Oh fuck, Orrgh, God! My God!" I yelled as she focused her tongue tip on my clit.
Steph sucked my bead off with gentle perfection. The intensity of her pursed lips coerced my clitty out from my body. The pleasure was nearly too enjoyable. Close to unbearable. The limit of too much was here.
Tears welled in my eyes as I erupted through my clit. An internal ejaculation of fem-pleasure. Blasts of bliss spuming through my body.
"Orrgh, orrghh, oorrgghhh!" I grunted.
A spurt of pussy jus splattered my BBF's face under layers of satin.
The Holden's finally stopped steaming.
I had only started.
Steph continued to lavish my sated pussy with extra kisses.
Jacob heard my grunts and saw my face.
Then he looked at the back of his stepsister's dress, legs, and shoes and realised where her face was buried.
I saw his erection before his cock was out of his suit pants.
I had hit that greedy precinct beyond the boundary of propriety already; there only remained to savour every offered sin in the time remaining before my Dad got here.
Getting me to the church on time was the last thing on my mind.
"Oh, fuck you, you bitch," was all Steph said as she saw me jacking off her stepbrother's cock as she clambered out from under my gown.
Jacob wasn't sure what was going to happen but suspected it was all going to be good for his cock.
I owed my BFF big time.
So, I gave her the available cock.
I knew it was dirty. I knew it was the cusp of sin, but cock in the moment; in the sweet immediate moment, well bugger sin.
Oh, my, she took it well. I'd never seen it in real life: a girl sucked off a guy in front of me.
As I observed sucking saliva lust, it was tingly pussy excitement.
Though equally surreal as I saw the action reflected in the Holden's shiny chrome.
Geez, Steph was a happy girl.
Man, was Jacob a satisfied guy.
My bestie did the full length of his rod. Treating it like a deity. Total respect for flesh-defining stiffness.
You could see her love for cock, her sure grasp, her sucking motion, and her rocking, cheerful head. The globby, slurpy, whole saliva cock drenched puck sounds were evidence of mutual enjoyment.
A true bonding stepsister and stepbrother pair.
Jacob's boner was throbbing.
God, his pecker was engorged. He was at the tipping point of gushing early as she fondled his balls.
I couldn't help myself. I put a hand under my girlfriend's bridesmaid's dress. Her silky knickers were a foretaste of an even more satiny delight awaiting my touch.
Steph's coochie was saturated. A film of tacky wetness greeted my eager, probing fingers. I smeared her juices out of her pussy like caramel escaping from a bite of chocolate; her girly fluid coated her labia, her perineum and her tight balloon knot.
I was then finger fucking my BFF.
I started tenderly, a push-in, a tug-out, then over and over.
Her head and pussy joined the rhythm as she kept sucking off Jacob.
My palm pushed into her clithood.
Her butt wriggled in acceptance. I fingered her arse. Her butt jiggled in delight. I got two fingers spreading her crack. It felt sensational.
Then I ramped everything into her two fun holes at once, genuinely finger fucking her coochie and digging into her sensitive, happy arsehole, gripping both holes together like holding a bowling ball.
I frigged Steph to a panting orgasm; she couldn't concentrate on her stepbrother cock.
"Raah, oof, ooh! You filthy skank! Ooh, yes, ooh, oof! Ugh, ugh, ugh!"
I had designs on Jacob's cock anyway.
My dress was unceremoniously hoiked.
I needed cock.
Steph saw my sleek girly love nest fully and glistening, ready, shiny, and alluring, as buffed as chrome, and yeah, I saw my entire girly inner self reflected in the car's metal, too.
My BFF's handiwork of copious spit and my secretions were all still clinging around my tacky pussy flaps.
Jacob saw what he never thought he would get to see; a bride's pussy on the way to the altar and his stepsister's best friend at that.
Of course, he directed his cock towards me.
But it was his raunchy stepsister who raised my thigh for support and guided his stiffy straight into me.
"Oh Fuck; God, that is good. Oh, My, Yeah! Yeah,! Harder, Faster, Harder, Faster," I yelled.
Jacob was piston pumping already.
God knows how he could have gone any harder or faster.
He was at a manic pace to start with. Faster than a virgin on prom night.
It was Steph who grabbed his butt with her other hand and ramped up his pace.
My BFF, the slut, I didn't realise she truly was.
Equal to my whorish self-watching her stepbrother root the life out of me.
Geez, it was a great fuck. I needed it. The tension of the wedding prep dissipated in pure bodily fun.
My pussy was assuaged in fun.
Yeah, weddings should be fun.
"Oh, fuck you bitch, you slutty tramp. Orrgh, Yeah, Oohh," from me, as Steph massaged around my starfish and over-sensitised clit.
I came again so fucking easily.
Yeah, I was ready for my wedding now.
My bridesmaid needed her reward, though, and still throbbing, Jacob had spunk that needed a home.
I knew my arsehole was getting a treat at the colonial mansion tonight, courtesy of my Tom.
"Steph, bend over, you skank. Now!" I instructed.
Urgency was everything.
Hell, my Dad would arrive anytime.
The tart bent over, holding her ankles. I flipped her dress and yanked her knickers down to her wide-spread thighs.
I held her arse cheeks apart.
Her pink gawp was mesmerising.
A puckered indented cave of flesh, and Jacob needed no prompting with what to do.
And he was aroused, aroused already by time spent in my sweet cunt and now by the forbidden sight of his stepsister's arsehole waiting for his cock.
I think he was glad now, too, that his precious car had broken down.
Did he smash his stepsister's crack?
Yeah, the bastard; he ploughed her.
It was a sensational furrowing to watch.
As dirty to see as to actually participate in. God, it was concerted. Her arse gave but didn't. Jacob prodded, digging in deep into her constricted tightness.
Stephanie was caught between delight, pleasure and uncertainty.
"Raah, ugh, oorgh, ooh, fuck me!"
My BFF gave little yelps of strained satisfaction as she was vigorously butt fucked.
I had to support her lean, or the prick would have toppled her over. It was a piling; he was driving cock into arse as it should be done; fulsome, burrowing, and a broad filling.
The limit of arsehole exploitation joining the curve of mutual enjoyment and intoxicating two bodies in absolute stunning pleasure.
"Ugh, ugh, ugh," she groaned.
Jacob creamed his steppies arse.
He had no control. Her tightness was phenomenal, imposing its imprint on her stepbrother's cock.
What a shuddering flexing series of pulsations his cock gave off.
I watched his cock flex her ring out. I watched her arse give and contract. I heard their joyous, blissful combined moans and groans.
"Orrgh, orrgh," from the stepbrother.
As Jacob withdrew from her arsehole, it puckered and oozed, dribbling his cum.
A sight that strangely made me believe in God.
Surely, something so intensely human and shared actually centres and confirms meaning in this crazy universe.
The immediate crazy was the three of us in disarray. We neatened each other up as best we could.
Dad arrived soon after. He was on edge. Dad couldn't believe how calm the three of us were.
He assumed we mussed our clothes, sitting under the gum tree.
Nobody really noticed my creased gown in the church.
Fuck satin; it is a cunt of a material to avoid wrinkling.
However, my simile down the aisle became legendary.
As did the rumours about the wet patch on my arse!