Date: Tue, 21 Jul 98 08:37:48 +0100 ( + )

From: CathyKay <cathykay@btinternet.com>

Subject: WEDDING

I was woken by the strong sweet smell of sex, and opened my eyes to see

that all five of us, three bridesmaids, the maid of honour and the bride

herself had all ended up in the same bed. Fiona and Felicity were awake

already, and locked in a 69 position, their eyes closed, lapping each

others juices hungrily from each others deep red wet pussys.

My own ass was sore, and in my knickers I could feel the stickiness and

wetness of the night before. I smelt myself, the faint odour of girl --cum

mingling with piss and the musky scent of my spunk.

I felt myself quickly becoming hard, and stroked lightly over my knickers,

which were stained dark, and damp. Next to me Sandra was stirring.

I nuzzled up behind her, and still watching the girls over her shoulder

started to kiss the back of her neck.

She soon woke enough to roll over on top of me, forcing my cock, still

sheathed in my silky knickers, to lie in the crack of her ass, while she

fingered herself.

I wanted badly to fuck her like this, her weight crushing me, pushing down

on my padded breasts in the corset, and as I slipped my knickers down she

slid her ass cheeks on my cock and still twisted and tortured balls. I came

quickly, spraying thick white spunk between us, and felt it lubricate the

lower part of her back against my belly, and soon the head of my cock,

which I tried to nudge into her ass crack.

I slowly inched my way in, pushing until my cock was buried to the hilt in

her deep dark crevice, and she laid very still.

`Here, feel what it is like to fuck yourself--'

She took the Vibrator from between us -- it was still stained with all of

our exertions, and slowly sent it right inside herself, so that the end

just peeped out from her flared and no doubt stretched pussy. I could feel

it rubbing at the head of my cock through her body, and as she worked it as

deep inside herself as she could it was as if I was pushing it into a

vagina of my own, feeling it reach the top of my cervix, and sending a new

thrill through me. I still laid motionless while she fucked the front of my

cock, her ass acting as a sheath against this monstrous cock, pounding and

bruising me as I began to feel her clench and tighten around me. I was sure

that my cock was being squeezed off, but at the same time I felt again the

boiling up of gallons of lava like come, as they shot through me, from deep

in my balls, past the base of my cock, through her tight tight ass, along

the length of my cock, burning as it was squeezed into her past her

constrictive bowels.

After she had come she then forced the vibrator into me, without ceremony,

no gentleness, no nudging or teasing, but a savage buggery of my own ass,

lubricated by her juices, and held in by the weight of her crushing my

groin.

As I cried out in pain, I was just aware of the girls coming beside me, and

again I blacked out as the pain and the sex took their toll.

When I woke, the bride was hogging the bathroom, and the girls were already

washed and dressed. Sandra was stroking my hair. `You will make someone a

beautiful wife you know' she told me `you do what you told, and you know

what to do with your cock, and your sweet little ass takes a beating

without complaint'

We stayed in each others arms until the bathroom was free, and showered

together, stripping each other of our tainted underwear. After she had

tripped me, peeling the clothes from me as the hot water washed away our

mess, I unhooked her bra and started to massage and kiss her breasts. I

love making a girl come by just tounging her nipples, and Sandra was still

tingling and sensitive and it did not take long.

I then knelt to worship her pussy, cleaning my own come and juices from

this and her lovely brown asshole, and before long she came, rewarding me

with a torrent of hot piss, which I lapped up, before standing up again to

lather and clean her.

Eventually clean and decent it was time to get dressed.

Sandra helped me get into my Rubber G-String, which as well as keep my cock

and balls in place, gave me a teasing dark triangle under my clean flimsy

powder blue knickers. Sandra helped slip the built in butt plug into my

soft velvety ass, useful as I was a little sore and loose from the abuse it

had taken the night before.

I put on my corset, which she strapped up so tight as to knock the breath

from me, and we put on our wedding dresses.

With not much time to go, we piled out of the house, like the giggling

girls we were, and into the back of the limo.

The driver looked half decent, and with the partition closed he could not

hear us, so I asked the girls what they thought his cock was like.

`You are such a slut!' Cried Sandra. `Can't you get as far as the wedding

without thinking about cock?'

`No, I have to suck as much cock as I can today, its not often I am going

to get these sorts of chances -- none of these guys know who I am, or

specially what I am, and I can be a slut if I want to!' I pouted.

Sandra tapped the glass, and the driver slid it down.

`Which way are we going? Past the old airport, or past the farm, or past

the truckers stop?'

`Well the airport is the quickest ma'am'

`We have got a bit of time to spare haven't we?'

`Well why you wanna go to a farm, if you don't mind me asking?'

`Cathy here is hungry. There is nothing in her belly but Champagne and my

piss, so I thought some horse meat might do her good.'

`Jeesus! Well, you're in charge--'

I thought I knew what she had in mind, and told her there was no way I was

going to suck horse cock.

`You do what you're told little hussy. You are gonna start the day with a

realllllll cock, and then maybe some truckers cock, and then maybe our

chauffeur here will let you suck on him too'.

We seemed to take no time to get to the farm, and soon I was kneeling, in

my bridesmaids dress, between the hind legs of a big black stallion,

looking at the most frightening dick I have ever encountered. Even though I

was frightened I felt my cock strain against the rubber panties, and prayed

that I was not going to make a mess in or on my dress before the

wedding. Sandra had the same thoughts.

`If you get so much as a spot on yourself, you are not coming to the

wedding, and that is final, so you will have to make sure you do not miss a

drop'

The horses cock smelt strange, almost muddy, and it took a lot of coaxing,

but as it started to straighten, I saw the clean shiny head emerge, and

blew out my cheeks to take it in my mouth. I was not going to be able to

deep throat this monster, so clamping my lips around the head, worked my

hands up and down the shaft, and tried to hang on as the horse started to

whinny and buck, and then as I felt the horses cum travel the length of the

black velvet cock, past my circling fingers, over my lips onto my toungue I

started to swallow for all I was worth, forsaking breathing, just to get

all the seed deep inside me, and there was more and more, until I felt I

would burst, but eventually I was allowed back into the car, feeling the

tangy acrid flavour in my mouth, my lips stretched and sore, my belly

sloshing with horse come.

This was almost too much for our driver, and he begged me or one or any of

the girls to suck him off, but Sandra explained that I was the only

bridesmaid ho `did' men, and well, the bride could not be unfaithful on the

morning of her wedding could she? If he waited, she said, he would get his

turn.

I lay back in a daze as we headed for the truckers stop.

Sandra explained that this was the same again -- I would have to suck off a

trucker, and not make a mess.

Without announcement I simply climbed into the first cab, did not say a

word, unzipped the sleeping truckers pants, wrapped my lips tight round his

cock, and began to do my work...

The third guy just would not come, and by now I needed more spunk, I needed

tpo feel it hit the roof of my mouth, I needed the stench in my nostrils --

so I slipped a finger inside him, pushing and twisting at his ass until he

exploded at last.

I did not swallow the last drops, and instead ran to the car. I gave Sandra

a deep kiss, and watched her smile, as I transferred the come into her

mouth.

She swallowed noisily, and licked her lips, and I felt a thrill at how

dirty I could be before breakfast.

Finally it was only fair to give the driver his turn, and the girls watched

and cheered as he shot into my mouth within seconds -- he had been watching

the other bridesmaids keep each other occupied, and as I had lifted his

cock out of his pants I thought it would spray my face with hot come

already, so I quickly enveloped his sticky tool, and let him fuck my face

for a few sharp savage thrusts until he coated the back of my throat with

spunk.

I was in a daze for most of the wedding, feeling tipsy on the earlier

champagne, and teetering o the edge of an enormous orgasm, as I thought

non-stops about the cocks I had already had, and the cocks I wanted at the

reception. I ran as the happy couple left the church to catch the bouquet,

and felt the glorious butt plug in me almost dance as I moved, and in one

huge all surrounding symphony of sexual perversion I felt my body glow and

expand as the come inside me seemed to beg release through my raging hard

cock, and I felt the warm sticky wetness fill the rubber g-string as I

fainted back, into the arms of the waiting best man...

-Of course we still have the wedding reception and the honeymoon to follow,

and I hope you will all like it. There is something for everyone in this

story, and it is all still waiting to be written from her on in, so as

usual...

I woke up in the back of one of the wedding limos. The best man had

apparently carried me there, and although it was a bit cramped had laid me

out on the seats as best he could.

Even though I was faint and confused and drunk, I was hoping that he would

take advantage there and then, but he was rather the perfect gentleman.

He talked in his soft beautiful voice about how excitable I had seemed, and

how worried he had been about me, asked me if there was anything I needed,

and asked me if I wanted him to arrange for me to be taken home.

As there was clearly no chance of him coming home with me, I refused as

politely as I could.

`Well I will keep an eye on you today then' he promised.

As soon as we were at the reception I had to rush into the ladies to clean

myself up. I stripped off my dress, and stood in front of the full length

mirror. I was still clean and fresh and feminine, the rubber G-String doing

its job of keeping me in check. I eased out the butt plug, with a sigh, and

felt the little burst of come shoot into the front of the rubber cache. The

soft and slippery sensation reminded me how horny I was still feeling, and

how lightheaded I had been.

I needed some more cock. My belly was full of cum, and the taste and smell

was still about my mouth and nose.

I pulled on my dress again, applied make up, and joined the party.

I danced, I flirted, I drunk champagne, and made damn sure that every man

there knew that I was a silly, tarty flirty little girl who loved cock.

My first conquest was the grooms father. I could feel the best mans eyes

boring into me as I slipped into the gents, following the sprightly old

man. I wished it was him, with his soft hands and dark features, but knew I

could make do for now.

The old man behaved nothing like an old man though. I sat him down in a

cubicle and knelt in front of him. I unzipped him and found what I had

hoped for, a huge stiff cock, already glistening with precum. For ten

minutes I had whispered to him, almost loud enough to be heard over the

noise in the ballroom `I want to taste your cock, I want to feel it slide

past my lips, smudging my lipstick, and I want to feel you hot spunk pump

hard into my slutty little face--'

And we did exactly that. I hardly had a chance to breathe, for no sooner

had I taken his cocks length into me, than he grabbed my head, clamped it

between his legs, and started to fuck my face like a loose wet fanny. He

came quickly, and his seed was thick and musky, and spurted out of the

sides of my mouth while my fingers dug into his asshole. I licked around

his balls for wasted come, and lifted my head to meet his mouth, kissing

him deep and hard, exchanging his own come with him.

One by one I took every man I could find into the gents for the same

treatment. No matter how much they had drunk, my filthy words and filthy

behaviour soon had them frantically pumping my lips with all their might,

until again and again my mouth filled with their hot white spunk.

I was trying to catch the best mans attention, but he just watched, as if

for him watching were enough, seeing me, seeing the men leave holding my

hands, but never actually catching my eye.

The party went on until midnight, and by this time the older guests had

left. There were still 20 or 30 men around whose cream I had not yet had,

and I was certainly the only woman left.

I was covered by now in dark stains of spunk, my hair was sticky with it

also.

I stood in the middle of the dance floor. Again, the best man, who all this

had been for, seemed to enjoy watching, but would not respond to my

unspoken offer.

Perhaps because I was full of Champagne and Brandy, perhaps because of the

gallons of hot mans spunk now filling my belly and mind, I started to

undress.

I was most unlady like taking my dress off, as it was so tight, but now

down to my slip, I peeled off my slip, as the room stood still. Those I had

sucked off could only gape, but those waiting their turn seemed to know,

and drew nearer.

I moved around the circle of admirers, in my corsets, my long sheer

stockings, my white tight knickers, and waited.

Now, in front of all of these men, I kneeled down in front of the best man,

and fumbled for his flies.

He pushed me away, but as I recoiled, another man took his place.

He already had his cock out, and was starting to wank. Before I even got my

lips around his shaft, a jet of hot spunk flew straight at me, hitting my

chin, and dribbling onto my chest. He shoved me backwards, and now I lay on

the floor, looking up.

A number of the men approached, and I heard zips being undone. One by one

they started to rub their cocks against my face and chest, and one by one I

watched transfixed as they came over me.

Before the last had finished, the first knelt on my chest. His cock was

soft, and I hoped that he was going to let me try to revive it, as it was

enormous, and I wanted to feel my lips stretched, but he began instead to

piss, and then plunged his hissing cock into my mouth.

Again the others followed suit, and as I frantically tried to gobble and

swallow their sweet piss, I felt the warmth and then wetness as these men

all releived themselves on me.

I felt worthless, slutty and dirty, and eventually cold! One by one they

lost interest. I suppose that I was fun, but they did not want to risk

fucking such a filthy tart -- who knows where I had been! And they were

right. Over the day, I remembered, I had had all shapes and sizes of cock

in my mouth, I had been pissed on, buggered and fucked and even sucked a

horses cock.

I lay quite still, reeking and we, when a hand reached down.

`You spend the night with me.'

The best man! He wrapped his coat around me, still the perfect gentleman,

even though he had just watched me suck my way through an entire wedding

reception.

He led me to his room.

`You will want to change -- here' he passed me the most exquisite

nightdress I had ever seen. Fine black silk, but so thin it was almost

invisible, edged with red silk roses at neck and hem, and a long sweping

hem it was too, almost to the knees, bunched and pleated, and trimmed with

fur.

I was not sure what to say or do, but fet a little ashamed. I loved being a

tart, but for him I wanted to be a woman, and so I showered and scrubbed

myself pink in the privacy he left me with. I powdered myself, sobered a

little, and slipped on the nightie. It was the softest most beautiful thing

I had ever worn.

Thoughfully too, he had found goodness knew where, matching knickers, again

soft and delicate, but tight enough to keep me wrapped up and discreet.

I peeked into the main room.

`er..'

`Now then, come and keep me company'. His voice was even softer than

before, even inaudible. We chatted, about the wedding, about the day, but

he did not once even hint at what I had been doing.

I could not keep up the pretence. `I wanted you to--' But he stopped me.

` I know. I want you to. I want to make love with you. In the dark.'

Wordlessley, I climbed into the bed, and closed my eyes as he switched off

the light. I was not thinking. As he undid his belt, and unbuttoned his

shirt next to me, I did not wonder what he would say when he started to

explore my body, and found that this tarty slut was a man.

But nevertheless, I I was a little afraid, as I felt him beside me. First

he kissed me, and ran his fingers along the neckline of my new nightie. I

could feel myself getting hard, and as a reflex I turned over, away, but at

once I felt his breath at my neck.

He was now very excited, and I could feel as he pressed against me his

hardness like cold marble presing into me. Again without a word I moved to

meet him, arching my body upwards. I felt his cock, wide and hard against

my behind. Perhaps, perhaps perhaps I wondered -- in the dark, would he

know? I could let him fuck me like this, like he wanted, to be a woman for

this time.

I tried to relax as he dug into my asshole with this blunt hard monster

cock. A real cock I thought, has no wetness or simple shape, this was hard

and unyielding, and it took real effort on my part to open myself up, bit

by bit, as he bear his whole weight on my soft brown hole.

I seemed to feel everything around me, his breath, all movement, the sound

of rain falling outside, slow to a standstill, while his incredible cock

filled me like nothing ever had. He seemed to be holding back an almighty

force, and I turned in the darkness to see him. Perhaps a trick of the

light, but there seemed to be no betrayal on his face that he was burying

this cock, inch by painful, slow inch, deep inside me. As if he could not

feel it, he continued, unaffected by my muscles, which tried to spasm and

hold him, but felt instead as if they were being torn away by his stone

solid penis.

It was almost clinical, until at last he was buried inside me, and began

the long ascent in my stiff and dry tunnel. He carried on like this,

sending hot waves of pain throughout me, refusing it seemed to pace or

come, instead hard and dry, fighting my ass as he fucked it like a

punishment.

I could only take so much, and cried out, but felt fingers and then a hand

over my lips. `hush hush, we make love silently.'

I was not coming, at least not in my cock, but I felt a feeling welling up

behind me, inside my bowels as he withdrew -- pain as he thrust deep into

me, relief and pleasure as he withdrew, all the time telling me how

beautiful this was, in a flat toneless voice, his words assuring me that

this was for him the first time he had made love like this, but no hint

that he was tearing me apart inside, when I began to feel a hot flood rise,

fill my skin from inside, and seek escape somewhere though my pores, into

the air.

My orgasm. My orgasm at being fucked slowly and expertly.

I bucked, but he did not change his course or speed, I twisted agonisingly

on his cock as it skewered me at every move, and prayed for the pleasure

and pain to end for a moment. I turned around to face him, and he seemed to

slip away, but I still felt his strong cock, still buried into me...

Again I had slipped unconcious, with the pain and at the same time my first

proper orgasm, but I awoke with a start. I felt his hands on me, caressing

my forehead. I still felt his cock in me, and confused tried to speak, but

could hardly whisper.

`Poor baby -- you are so beautiful and so confused -- I knew you secret

long ago, but you still do not know mine do you?'

He raised himself, and I saw.

In me, still jammed in deep to my as was a long long dildo, its straps now

undone, poking ugly and coarse from the fine black diaphanous silk,

trailing to his belly, and where there should have been a hard proud cock,

a fine shaven fanny, an angry red colour proclaiming her excitement at

having fucked me so long and hard...

A happy ending at last for cathykay? Well who knows what will take my fancy

next -- I have been told I need to experiment a bit more, so let Cathykay

know what you think - I am unshockable - so e-mail me at

cathykay@btinternet.com - and please, if it's not dirty enough for you, if

you are wondering when cathy is going to get pissed on and gangraped, then

send your suggestions to me as soon as you can!