The Day of the Wedding

A friend of mine had finally decided to take the plunge and tie the knot. I was happy for him, but wasn't a fan of him at the current moment as I had a massive hangover the day before thanks for his bachelor party antics. I was working on waking up when my cell rings with his soon to be wife on the other line. She tells me that she had forgotten something at the house that was supposed to be a surprise for him and that I needed to get over there, sneak it out of the house, and take it to the church.

No sweat. I knew their garage code and he wasn't going to be there, as he was spending the morning with his father and brothers, so I went to the apartment and got what I needed. I get to the church and go inside and it's a fucking ghost town. I have no idea where I'm going and there's not a single sign telling me this, that, or the other, so I start roaming around hoping to hear some talking. I walk down a couple of different hallways when I finally hear a door shut. I blame the hangover, but instead of knocking, I choose to just barge right into a room with a woman trying to take a dress off.

I excuse myself very quickly and try to bolt out of the room when she asks me if I can unzip her dress. So I unzip the dress and watch as she pushes it off of her shoulders and onto the floor. She is now completely naked and standing in front of me. She turns around and I take the entire moment in. She has dark hair down to her shoulders, an extremely nice set of C cup breasts that lead down a tiny little waist to a treasure trail. I knew I needed to divert my eyes, but I couldn't stop staring.

She walks over to a chair, places her leg on the seat, and spreads her legs open. She asks me if I liked what I saw and I nodded, watching her slide her hands over her beautiful tits and down her waist. She asks me what I would do to her if she would let me, and I stammer out that I would bury my head in between her legs and lick her dry. She motions me to kneel in front of her and I get down on my knees in front of the chair. She sits down and scoots her ass to the edge, placing her legs over my shoulders.

I go to work, spreading her lips open with my tongue, flicking my tongue as fast as it can go. I've completely forgotten about the fact that now both of my heads are throbbing, as I lap up her juices from her tight little slit. She puts her hands on the back of my head and is grinding my face into her hips. I grab onto her hips and stuff my tongue into her tight little hole as she starts to come all over my face. She continues her gyrations as her body finally stops trembling.

Without saying a word, she puts the heel of her foot into my shoulder and shoves me back onto the floor. She pulls down my shorts and guides the head of my cock inside her. My cock hardened to a full salute feeling her warm juices sliding down my shaft. She slowly raised herself up, lifting her arms above her head and twisting her hair into some kind of jumbled mess, only to lower herself back down. I could feel my balls slapping against her ass, as she leaned forward and placed her hands onto my shoulders.

She whispers into my ear not to move, and proceeds to grind the living shit out of her hips into me. I don't know who she was mad at, but she was getting it out of her system as she threw herself over and over again up and down the length of my cock. I could feel my balls start to churn as she dug her fingernails into my chest. Before I could say anything, I started gushing inside her, and considering it had been at least a day since I had touched myself there was quite a bit. She leaned forward and kissed me gently, but very passionately like we were long lost lovers. She slowly lifted herself off of my cock and pulled some panties and a bra out of a bag and quickly put them on and walked into an adjoining bathroom.

I took this as my moment to walk out the door, finish my delivery, and get my ass out the door. I get home, get showered, and get dressed in my monkey suit. The wedding was beautiful until I realized who the woman was that I had encountered earlier in the morning. It was the bride's mother and I had to spend the entire evening having to pretend like I had just met her. Before the end of the night, we ended up getting together again.