Wedding Bell Blues

The disclaimers: Every character who matters is at least 18. A work of fiction (more or less). Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is coincidental (for the most part).

Part 6 picks up on Thursday morning. This installment features a showdown with Jennifer, and a yachting trip that brings new challenges.

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~~~ WEDNESDAY EVENING ~~~

"You're a dead man in the morning," she mumbled, half asleep.

"Promises, promises."

I tried not to think about how all of this would be over in a few days. I fell asleep stroking her hair while Spring Peaches filled my soul. Life couldn't get any better.

~~~ THURSDAY ~~~

I half woke up with the dawn sun just barely poking over the horizon. Hayleigh did her best to slip out of bed without waking me, and I didn't want to let on that I was awake. I heard her rustling about in the bathroom and a toilet flush, but she didn't come out right away. When she did, she was barely visible in the still-darkened room as she padded quietly back to the bed.

I hoped that she would get back in to resume our snuggling, but instead I felt her climbing over my chest. Her calves bracketed my head and the tops of her delicate ankles settled on my collarbones. She grasped the bed's heavy wooden headboard to steady herself, then moved her hips downward so that her damp pussy pressed against my chin. My nose filled with an intoxicating blend of strawberries and Hayleigh's delightful natural scent.

"Good morning!" she cooed. "My kitty is upset with us for depriving her last night. You're going to help me make it up to her."

I grasped a handful of Hayleigh's magnificently squeezable buns in both hands and guided her forward. Her outer lips splayed out when my tongue penetrated, then separated, her delicate inner lips. Her breathing kicked up a notch as I held her in place and probed at her opening. Fluid leaked in a slow trickle, running down the sides of my jaw and onto the pillow beneath my head. I savored the taste of her, mildly acidic with a tinge of strawberries. I wanted more. A lot more.

My tongue easily found her entrance. I alternated between worming my tongue inside and nibbling on her swollen inner lips. Above me her head hung down between outstretched arms. Her breaths came in fits and stutters now, and her wetness soaked into my pillow, wetting my neck. It crossed my mind that housekeeping would notice the wet pillow, which would endlessly embarrass Hayleigh. A twisted part of me wanted them to know.

"Hang on a second," I said to the lolling face above me.

Hayleigh's half-closed eyes opened fully. "Whoo--I'm barely hanging on now!" She was almost out of breath, panting like she had run a marathon.

"Just need to make an adjustment." I took a couple of the towels that were still on the bed unused from the night before and placed them under my head and neck, over the sopped pillow. That pillow owed me for saving it from complete ruination.

I resumed tongue-probing all around Hayleigh's warm, squishy opening. But instead of cupping her buns like I did before, I reached around behind her leg and worked a finger into her pussy while my tongue circled her engorged button. I could faintly feel it pulse against my tongue, keeping time with her heartbeat. She was dripping steadily now, and her jerking thighs hinted that she was on the trembling edge of letting loose another flood. Close enough that she tried to warn me off.

"Baby, better stop before I drown you. Oh, fucking hell that feels good!"

She tried to lift away, but she really didn't want me to stop. And she was going to have to make me stop. I wanted to make her explode, to cry out. I was on a mission. I was game for anything that would fry her brain. My free arm grasped around the back of her hips to hold her pussy to my face. She relented and let her lips splay around my mouth. That extra few inches allowed my finger to reach her G-spot. It felt more swollen and spongier than it had before. I curled my fingers into it while lashing the tip of her erect clit with the tip of my tongue. That was game, set, and match. Her thighs slammed forcefully against the sides of my head, and she alternated between growls and little shrieks as liquid poured out of her like tapwater. My fingers massaged her rough patch of joy until little jets of fluid bathed me face. After about the fourth spurt she forced herself out of my grasp and flopped down on the bed, twitching. I felt like the king of all Creation.

"Jesus, you're gonna kill me!" she sputtered breathlessly, "That's the second time you've short-circuited my brain!"

"I'm just experimenting and learning as I go."

"You've learned too damn much already!"

"That's what you get for showing me how your girl bits work. Great lessons, by the way. Very helpful."

She playfully swatted my arm, then rose slowly to crawl over to me. She hovered above me on all fours, her thick blonde hair falling loosely to gather on my face and shoulders. She pressed her lips to mine, insistent and hungry. Her tongue parted my lips and found mine. She wasn't nearly done with me, bless her.

"I can taste myself on you. You're soaked and so are these towels! Sure you didn't mind?"

"Remember when I was in your mouth, and you swallowed it all? Did you mind that?"

"No, I loved it! But that's different." Her brow furrowed. She was rethinking. "OK, maybe it isn't different, exactly. But you don't make a sopping mess of me or the bed or anything."

"That's only because I've been inside you when I, you know."

She laughed coarsely. "When you 'you know'? You mean when you cum? When you jizz? Bust a nut? Get your rocks off? Paint my tonsils?"

I wasn't sure if she was making fun of me or not. Uncertainty must have shown on my face.

"I'm sorry, Tom, I'm only being silly. I didn't know that kind of language bothered you."

"It doesn't. I'm not used to talking like that with a girl because, well, someone we both know didn't like it when I did, and she never talked like that with me. Said it was crude. And gross."

"Hmmm, the usual suspect at work screwing up your mind again." She surmised correctly. "Well it doesn't bother me. Sometimes I like naughty talk about what happens between the sheets. Girls can be really crude, too, ya know, and sometimes we like a guy to be explicit, too. Unless it's around other people. That IS gross."

"Yeah, I can think of a few other people in particular."

"So can I. My parents would be mortified." Another of her deep-from-the-guts laughs leapt out. "It's probably best not to even remind them that we've kissed."

Her laughter was infectious. "Ya think? OK, I'll try not to say, 'and before we had breakfast we'd usually screw our brains out.'"

"That sounds like an interesting conversation. And speaking of screwing," she said with a raised eyebrow, "it's time for my man to have his turn."

Did she say "my man"? Probably just a figure of speech. I wasn't going to get into that right then. Not the right time. Of course that was internal deflection. I was still negotiating with myself about telling her how I felt about her. How I had fallen for her. Things were going too damn well, and I didn't want to rock the boat. The technical term is for my rationalization was chickenitis.

"I'm ready for my turn! Have a preference?"

"How would YOU like to do it? You can have me any way you want. Hard and fast, slow and easy, both, or something else entirely. Or in my mouth if you like. You can even try my backdoor again if you want. For the next four days at least, I'm your personal amusement park. Face up, face down, buns up, riding or ridden!" Her eyes did not waiver. She still looked hungry. My move.

"Oh Jesus, Hayleigh, you have me so worked up right now...what I want is hard and deep." I was blushing. "Do you want an insight into the male lizard brain? She nodded, wide-eyed, like I was going to let her in on a forever guarded secret of malehood. "I want to WATCH myself sliding in and out of you. When it's time, I want to get as far into you as I can. I want to feel myself blasting into you while your legs lock around me and pull me in tight. Sorry, that's not very romantic, but there it is."

"You dope! Now you're finally talking to me! It's only taken three days!" Her foot drifted to my erection. She didn't break eye contact while her toes curled around my shaft and gently stroked me. I inhaled sharply and almost blew right then. "Ah, I think you ARE a foot guy!" she teased. "Maybe next time I'm going to slather some lotion on my feet and mess with you until you bust."

"By the way," she purred, "sometimes a girl likes her guy to own her kitty. To take her like he totally owns her and fuck her relentlessly until he cums inside her. Call it owning me, breeding me, whatever. That can be romantic, too. Not all the time, but sometimes. Like right now. Really really right now, Caveman."

She shed her black silk nightdress and rolled onto her back, scooted her butt to the very edge of the mattress, then spread her legs wide open. Even after all of our carnal escapades I never saw her with such an intense "FUCK ME HARD" expression. I got off the bed and positioned myself in front of her. Raw carnal need radiated from her like heat shimmering off asphalt on a searing summer day. She raised her legs up higher and reached under her butt cheeks with both hands to spread her pussy wide open. Her clit jutted out, hard and angry pink. A puddle of wetness glinted in her opening.

"Let's try for sextuplets, Tom. Don't worry about pleasing me. You've already done that, and more. This is for you. I want you to cum deep inside me. I'm YOUR fuck-toy. Pound me senseless if you want. But if there's a drop left inside you when you're done you're in big trouble!"

Hayleigh moved her fingers aside as I pushed into her. She was as tight as ever, but so wet that I went balls deep on the first thrust. Her arms flew around my neck and she pulled my face to hers. She was voracious, kissing as if it was the last kiss she would have in her life. I felt her feet gripping my ass as I plowed in and out of her, urging me to go deeper and deeper. She grunted lewdly every time I pushed inside, then kissed me harder still. Her fingers dug into my back. I thought I would bust after only a few thrusts, but I guess I was overstimulated or something. Whatever it was allowed me to keep going.

Hayleigh decided to try to tap directly into that male lizard brain. She stopped her assault on my mouth and hugged me tightly to her so that she could whisper directly into my ear. "Do I feel good? Can you feel my boobs on your chest? My hard nips? My kitty massaging your cock? Cum inside me. Cum in my pussy. I love the feel of your warm cum shooting inside me. Shoot your jizz deep into my tight little puss." She kissed me again, sucking my tongue into her mouth. That did me in. My cum jetted out in what felt like torrents. I forced my cock as deep into her as I could. She must have felt it squirting inside her, coating her. She must have. She broke our kiss and threw her head back. Her eyes went wide, and her mouth made a huge, round circle. Her perfectly manicured nails dug hard into my back and I felt the wonderful flood of Hayleigh's pussy juice washing over my nuts. I swear I was lightheaded for a few moments, almost dizzy.

I lay on top of Hayleigh for several minutes, taking in the delightful sensation of her feet tracing along the backs of my legs. Could be that I am a foot guy after all. I nestled my face into her neck, reveling in the soft warmth and her peachy scent. It was barely able to overcome the smell of sex that filled the room, but it was there. She was more addictive than any drug I could imagine.

"Damn, Tom, I actually felt you letting loose in me!"

With what scant energy I had left, I raised myself up on my elbows. "Is that different? I mean, don't you usually?"

"Not like that! Most of the time I only feel, I don't know how to describe it. You throb and flex like you're pulsing. I can usually feel you get a little bigger. And your cum feels warm inside. That feels really good by the way. The sensation makes me feel a closer connection with you. I can't explain it." She smiled and nipped playfully at my nose.

"And this time?"

"All of that. A lot of that! But I could really feel it hitting my insides that time. Like somebody put a big squirt gun deep in me and kept pulling the trigger."

"I hope that's a good thing."

"A VERY good thing, silly." She gave me a satisfied smile. "Maybe that's the female lizard brain at work. Like we're wired to get off on feeling a guy shooting deep into her. I don't know. Now I'm the one babbling. My brain still isn't working right after what you did to me."

I was still semi-hard when I pulled out and rolled off. She got into doggy position. Her blonde tresses fell down over her face in a tangled mess. She pulled a handful over her ear and looked back at me over her shoulder.

"I told you last night you were going to be a dead man this morning." She glanced at my semi-hard cock. "You're not dead yet."

I got on my knees behind her. Seeing her swollen pussy from behind got me fully hard again. I slipped in easily and held her tightly against me by her hips. She groaned softly when my balls pressed against her sodden folds. "Take as long as you want," she offered, "just make sure all of it goes inside me."

I thought I would last longer after the exhausting first round of the morning. I probably would have, if Hayleigh hadn't reached underneath me and massaged my nuts after a few minutes of unrestrained plowing. Her pussy squelched every time my cock plunged in and withdrew, almost like there was a vacuum seal around my cock. Her delicate hands made a white-knuckle death grip on wads of the bedsheet when I grabbed her by the hips and plunged relentlessly into her folds. She backed against me hard when I made my last thrust into her, I imagine to help me go in as deeply as possible. She got what she asked for. All that I had left went inside her. This time I softened quickly and slipped out. She flopped face down and I stretched out on my back next to her. It was barely past dawn and I felt like I could sleep for hours.

I reached out and found her shoulder. I couldn't resist kneading her warm skin.

"Mmmmm. That feels nice," she said wearily.

"Nice enough for you to do one more thing for me?"

"Maybe. Do you think you have one more thing left in you?"

"Sounds like a challenge. I might surprise you."

"OK, but if I guess what it is you want me to do, then you owe me one. Agreed?"

"One what?"

"One of whatever I want."

"That's dangerously open-ended."

"Where's your sense of adventure?" She mimicked a chicken bawking. She was up to something; I knew she was setting me up. I'd learned that much. Well, nothing ventured.

"Alright, agreed. Take your best guess."

"You want me to cuddle up next to you and rest my head on your shoulder while you play with my hair and fondle my waist and hips."

I was dumbfounded. "HOW did you know that?"

"Because of how you reacted the first time I cuddled up to you. Plus you said that you like after-play, as long as it's with the right girl. As it happens, I'm the right girl, so QED."

She crawled alongside and melted into me. I curled my arm around her shoulder and drew her close. Her leg up slowly raised upward until her soft, warm thigh splayed across my groin.

"I could get used to this," she murmured. Her foot slipped between my legs and she massaged my knees with her toes.

"I hope I don't get used to this."

"You are a hopeless romantic, aren't you? You should do scripts for those corny Lifetime and Hallmark movies my mother likes to watch."

Hayleigh's phone chimed from the night table. It was her mother's ringtone. "Well, speak of the Devil." She reached across me to grab her phone.

"Hi Mom!......... We've been up for a while.... Since a little before dawn.... Why are we up so early? Really? If you must know, I just wore Tom out, and I may never walk properly again............. Because you keep asking questions you say don't want to know the answers to............. Then stop asking those kinds of questions!...... OK, OK, OK, let's drop it....... We're going to get some breakfast and then we're going to go on a two-day cruise on a really big yacht.... It should be a lot of fun.......... Really? That's quite a change. What happened?............ I'd consider it, IF Dad stops being a jerk and apologizes.......... Yes, I mean it....... He can call whenever he wants....... OK, bye. Love you, too."

"That sounded interesting. What's up at home?"

"A lot. Jennifer is moving out. She's going to stay with my Aunt Joycelynne and Uncle Carl in Eau Claire, at least until things settle down. She doesn't want to risk running into you, and especially not after we have spent a week together like this. And she's not eager to see me, either, but that's mutual. So she's off to Eau Claire until she figures out what to do with herself."

"I don't really want to see or talk to her, either, Hay. Besides, I don't have anything to say to her. Nothing civil anyway. Anyway, now your father wants you to live at home after all?"

"So my mother says. But I'm not doing it if he's going to give me crap about us. And I want an apology, too. For what he said before. I will NOT be treated that way."

"I need to talk to your father myself, Hay."

"What about?"

"I owe him an apology. A big one. I shouldn't have made things so bad for him at the church. He wasn't at fault for what Jennifer did. I should have treated him and your mother far better than I did."

"You weren't yourself though. Who would be? I saw the video too, remember? I wanted to kill Jennifer. You should have been in our dressing room at the church. I almost physically attacked her. Dad had to block me or I would have. I can only imagine how you felt."

"That's an explanation, not an excuse. I was myself. It wasn't my evil twin who treated your parents that way. I did it, so it was me."

"One thing at a time, Tom. First let me see if I can patch things up with my Dad. Then we can worry about making peace between you two."

"I hope we can. I really do like your father. Your mom, too. Either way, I want to apologize to him. To both of them."

She snuggled against me again, and I resumed enjoying the feel of her curves my palm slid lazily over them. "Let's worry about all of that mess later. We still need to get cleaned up, get something to eat, and pack for the boating trip."

Eventually we dragged ourselves out of bed and into the shower. Like our previous times, showering together was as much about affection as it was getting clean, even though neither of us openly acknowledged it. Hayleigh went out of her way to press her ass against my cock at every opportunity, and I made sure to take extra care to see that her pert tits were sufficiently soaped and rinsed. We spent as much time casually smooching as we did washing. I even got hard again, which surprised me. I didn't think I could recharge so soon after our morning marathon. She guided me to sit on the wide bench and turned her back to me. She hovered over my lap, and looked over her shoulder at me while slowly guiding my cock into her pussy.

"I said that you'd get a chance to nail me in the shower," she declared. "Another item checked off our list!"

She moved her hips in small circles, so that her pussy massaged my cock as much as stroked it. I reached around her to lightly rub her button while she twerked and twisted on me. Her head lolled back onto my shoulder.

"Oh fuck! That feels so good! Keep doing that!"

Hayleigh started riding me harder, which made it more difficult to keep contact with her engorged little clit. It must have been enough though, because she soon started her wonderful growling sound. A little yelp escaped before she slammed herself down hard. I felt her pussy clench down on me, pushing me over the edge with her. She leaned fully back into me, allowing my arms to wrap around her.