As a professional photographer, I would take photos and video of everything. As Al's friend and aware of their poor finances, I would do it free. None of us knew of the planned and unplanned surprises that were ahead. Certainly not that the bridal couple had just enjoyed a final unmarried fuck in the pavilion bathroom minutes before the wedding so Sue had to hold back an enormous load of groom cum even during the reception. They struggled to get her daring, second-hand, strapless dress to stay up and keep her nipples covered. Or was that too, part of her April Fool's Day surprise?
Their low budget wedding reception in this park pavilion, and local honeymoon planned, resulted in small cash gifts. The annoyed groom toasted, "To my new mom and dad, a pair of old hippies if there ever was one, thank you so much for allowing us our simple, park wedding, keeping your clothes on, and conceding to our wishes for a clothed wedding. I know many of you were looking forward to a nude wedding, but then some of you would have scared the woodland creatures."
Yes, everyone knew the nudist parent's frustrated desires. Having raised her in a nude commune, they wanted her wedding to be fully nude too. "Well, you know the traditions of throwing rice or cake at the bride were well wishes of fertility. Stuffing cake in the bride's, and groom's, face is the modern equivalent, coming from the fertility symbol of wheat. Well, you may have noticed we provided PUFFED rice . . . and there's no need to waste an excellent cake since sweet
Sue
is already pregnant. With twins!" The loud, roaming gasps made the leaves flutter; the following eerie, outer-worldly silence was deafening.
Only Sue's ear-piercing "WHAT?!" was louder. Some cum leaked onto her thigh. She screamed "That's not true mom, dad! I don't know why he. . . ."
"OK, OK, I confess. I'm kidding. April Fool! You can all breathe again. Gotcha good though, hey? Brian, my best friend and best man will now pull her garter. I hear she got it as high as she could as a concession for her parents and she will hold her dress high up for them." He winked at his best friend who had lusted over Sue for as long as he knew her. This was his chance to get his hands on her sweet legs with Al's approval while everyone watched. What he didn't know was that Sue knew he wanted to fuck her, so, hoping to embarrass Brian with a simple prank, she removed her garter during the meal and passed it to her new husband. He knew of Brian's lust and how much Sue loved being exposed "against her will" or out of her control so he'd planned a surprise of his own. I had to wonder if getting married on April First with the bride and groom trying to out prank the other was wise.
Al had asked Brian that when searching for the garter and pretending to remove her panties, to
actually
remove them, then flap her dress up so I, Pete, could capture her naked pussy for the bridal video. Sue took her seat in front of all the guests and slid to the front edge of her chair letting her strapless gown slide up far past her knees.
Unaware of Sue's ploy, Brian whispered his own prank to the bride to play along with the extended garter search. I moved to shoot over his shoulders for the same beaver shot he would soon get. Then, with both hands sliding far up her toned and spread legs, he shouted to the guests, "I DON'T FEEL IT. MAYBE A LITTLE HIGHER?" It wasn't. Sue exposed more of her sexy legs to everyone, but kept Brian's head covered with her dress as he searched. Some more cum escaped, but slid into her butt crack instead of joining the dried trail on her thigh.
Sue squealed for show until he reached her damp lips. Then her eyes truly popped, mouth wide, and released a loud OHHHHH when he rubbed her slippery clit. She stared wide eyed at Al. Brian leaned in and whispered, "I really want you to cum on my fingers for all your guests and your new husband to see. Enjoy it; I will!" He used both hands deep under her dress to slide above her pure white stockings, onto the bare skin of her sex basket and farther up against her newly married, plumped pussy. "Put your hands on my shoulders and lift your pretty, little, delicious ass for me. Don't embarrass us."
She looked around, horrified, then did as he asked. He put his head farther up her dress. The path his hands took, rising to both hips, was obvious to all watching, even as he gripped her white, sheer, boy-shorts panties, and pulled them around her desirable ass. She lost control of her premarital cum. Gasps came from the crowd as he wrestled the cum-filled panties down her exposed calves. Her arousal became aromatically obvious with the scent of sperm and her nectar.
"I've got it. Here it . . . comes. Oops it's stuck." It wasn't. "This isn't her garter. Where is it?" He slid his hands back up to her groin and spread her legs farther. As he pretended to struggle to free it, two fingers found her flooded, freshly married love hole and raided it deeply. She gasped while her friends watched and wondered how much was pretend. His head pushed her compliant legs farther apart. He obviously finger fucked her surprisingly wet pussy and nudged her clit until her knees weakened and fell lax to give him full access. My lens saw his face and her wet bush.
She bit her cheek to stall the inevitable, but he made a show of bending and leveraging his elbow to explore deeply under her white skirts and into her fuck hole. His twisting was to increase his attack against her inner clit and finally to tickle her G spot publically as two hundred friends, coworkers, family watched, and the videography captured, her enraptured face for posterity — her wedding reception, the day she CAME for her audience. She wasn't even aware how many made their own videos for their private collections and future inspiration.
Her breathing increased rapidly and she begged him to stop, though she wasn't sure she wanted that either. He teased her swollen G and, with an evil grin, watched her squeeze her eyes tightly and begin to tremble. Her face contorted with as much control as she could muster. Despite her suppressed squeals, her cum face betrayed her ecstacy. Her deep gasp and shudders were his reward. I captured the remains of her creme pie draining.
As her senses returned and she became painfully aware of the four hundred eyes silently watching her, she remembered Meg Ryan's performance in the deli and loudly moaned, "ohhhh, ohhh, OHHHH YEAHHHHH ohhh that was wonderful" and gave everyone an embarrassed grin as she shouted "April Fool, GOTCHA!" How many believed that she faked it all is still unknown.
The best man, fingers still deep inside the relieved bride's soaked pussy, spoke out, "Happy to be of service," and grinned at her. "Now, for the garter. . . ." He dragged her panties over her feet, subtly wiped her pussy with them, and held them up for the audience. "GOT IT!" He swung them around for all to see and for the closest to smell many times before he looked at them and pretended to be surprised that they were actually her panties and not the garter. Al was thrilled to see the little smirk on Sue's face. I was thrilled to see the bride's wet pussy.
"My prize!" Brian claimed and stuffed them half into his breast pocket, half hanging out so, until everyone left, he could advertise his conquest and bolster the rumor that she was not acting. Whenever someone looked at them, he swiped his finger under his nose with a smile and deliberately inhaled her personal fragrance. "I suppose she wasn't wearing a garter after all," he grinned, and whispered, "April Fool on me."
After many drinks and "pulling the garter," some drunk teased, "The ghroom can't get such a hot chick. I bet she's a guy in dhrag, fake tits, all dolled up and has junk hanging between 'her' legs."
The tipsy and annoyed groom yelled back, "Really? How much are you betting? You bring $100 up here and she'll prove she's real."
"WHAT!? You want me to prove to everyone that I'm a girl? And for just $100! You really are drunk!"
"Umm, no, $100 apiece.
Then,
we can go on a real honeymoon. Didn't you JUST vow to 'OBEY' me, honey?"
"I don't think exposing myself to our friends here is included in that. OR, are you asking me to trust you from here since you know what I like?"
Scrambling for clear thought, he whispered, "If we can get half our guests to put down $100 each, we could get ten grand to splurge as we please. Imagine the wedding photos and memories! You up for some fun?" If he'd asked that an hour ago, she would have warily laughed it off. Knowing she could blame her decision on the drinks let her deliberate a long minute before agreeing with pleasure.
"If you stay with me and protect me from too much 'fun', let's do it." The taboo was just too appealing. Was this another prank?
