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.

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.

without thinking about cock?'

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.

the truckers stop?'

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

I thought I knew what she had in mind, and told her there was no way I was
going to suck horse cock.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!