Author's Note: Although this short piece was written to stand on its own, it depicts events which take place shortly after "An Hour Before The Wedding." You can read them separately, together, and in either order because, face it, they don't really have much plot to begin with.
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The church bells clanged their joyous sound. Hallelujah!!
Bec and Josh ran down the steps of the church, hand in hand. Josh in his black tux, Bec in her virginal white wedding gown, they dodged the hails of rice thrown by friends and family. The solemn wedding ceremony still fresh in their minds, they headed for their waiting limo, laughing and smiling, their new life of monogamous wedded bliss awaiting them.
Bec and Josh piled into the back seat of the limo, and eagerly embraced. They kissed deeply, laughing and cuddling. Josh looked into Bec's eyes, and smiled. He was thinking about their wedding night.
"I can't wait to get you back to the hotel," he said. "I wish we didn't have this stuffy reception to suffer through. I just want to rip your clothes off and make love to you all night long."
"Oh, Darling, me too!" Bec told him. She loved Josh, and was eager to start their new life together, forsaking all others. But still.... she had been quite the slut in her single days. She knew that it would be quite a transition becoming a one-man woman. But Josh was worth it, she knew. He was all that she wanted. But still....
"Yes, baby," Josh told her, "once we consummate this marriage on that great big hotel bed, we will be each other's forever. I can't wait!"
Consummate? The thought struck Bec like a thunderbolt. Of course! she thought. Until we consummate, we aren't really married, not completely. That meant that in the mean time, technically, she was still free to fuck around! The possibilities were endless. Her mind raced. Of course she loved Josh, and wanted to spend a monogamous, faithful lifetime with him. But there was no sense rushing into it. She had the afternoon and evening to sow her last few wild oats. Hmmmm....
Soon, they were at the reception hall. Daniel, Josh's brother and best man, was announcing the wedding party as they filed in and took their places at the head table. Bec watched all of the men in their nice fancy suits. She especially noticed if they had a bulge in their crotch. Yes, she thought, there were plenty of nice bulges. She figured she could drain many of those bulges before going back to the hotel room and consummating her new marriage, before entering her wonderful and loving lifetime of monogamous married bliss with her beloved Josh.
Eventually, they were all seated, including Josh and Bec in the middle of the head table. Josh sat to Bec's right, and Daniel sat to her left. Bec decided that she wanted Daniel's cock first of all. She had always wanted to suck his cock, and now was her chance. She slid her left hand onto his thigh beneath the table. Daniel jumped slightly, and looked at her. She winked. Daniel stared at her, dumbfounded.
"Josh, Darling," Bec said to her new husband, as a waiter poured champagne into the glasses on the table, "I need to run to the little girl's room. I'll be right back." She gave him a chaste peck on the cheek and, gathering up her rustling skirt, ran out of the room.
But as soon as she ran out of one door, she doubled around and came back in the door on the other side of the room, and crawled unseen back to the head table. She ducked under the tablecloth and crept along the length of the table. Counting the legs as she went, she came to the crotch that she knew belonged to her new brother-in-law Daniel. She reached up and grabbed his thighs with both of her hands, gently spreading them.
Up above the table, Daniel jumped with a quick start. What the fuck? he thought, lifting the edge of the white linen tablecloth in his lap. He looked down, only to see Bec holding a finger to her lips between his thighs. He quickly dropped the tablecloth, gulped, and started straight ahead.
Bec, under the table, reached up and gently pulled down his zipper. His cock immediately sprang forth, all purple veins and wrinkled skin. But not for long! Bec stroked him in the palm of her hand until he reached full length, and not a wrinkle was left. The she wrapped her lips around the swollen head, and sucked him, shaft and all, into the back of her throat. Swirling her tongue around and around the rim of his cock head, she silently hummed the wedding march, letting the vibrations reverberate all through Daniel's turgid member.
Josh looked across Bec's empty chair at his brother. "Are you all right, Danny?" he asked.
"Oh, I'm fine," stammered Daniel. "I just feel a slight stiffness coming on. No problem." He gulped again and tried not to show his discomfort. But his cock was jumping and thumping in Bec's talented mouth, and he could feel his cum beginning to rise.
Bec continued to suck and slurp, feeling the rigid cock flesh pressing against her epiglottis. She squeezed his balls with one hand, jacked his shaft with the other, and sucked as hard as she could with her throat. She was soon rewarded with a flood of warm, sticky jism, which she quickly swallowed. Ahhh, thought Bec. Pay dirt!
Up above the table, Daniel, trying to nonchalantly sip water from his crystal goblet, spat out a mouthful and coughed spasmodically. Josh and several others stared at him. "I'm fine, I'm fine!" he protested. Under the table, Bec smiled to herself and started crawling back toward the exit. She snuck out the back door, ran around the hall, and entered again the way she had left.
Trotting back to her seat, Bec kissed her new husband on the mouth. "Miss me, baby?" she asked coquettishly.
"Of course, Angel," said Josh. "I thought I would die!" He squeezed her hand as she sat back down. The waiters were just serving the food.
After dinner, the band struck up a series of dance songs. Bec and Josh, of course, started things off with the first dance, swirling each other around the dance floor. Josh stared with a longing gaze into the face of his beloved. Bec glanced around the room, wondering who she would fuck next.
As the first song ended, and the second began, Bec's brother Jack came up and tapped Josh on the shoulder. "Mind if I cut in, Josh? I'd love a final dance with the sister I am giving away."
"Of course, Jack," Josh said, and, bowing, handed her off. Bec fell into Jack's arms and proceeded to dance up close.
"I'm going to miss you, baby sister," Jack told Bec.
"Not just yet, you aren't," Bec said. She pressed herself tightly up against her brother, her flowing, rustling skirts engulfing his pelvis. As they continued to dance, she reached down to his fly and pulled his cock out. Her hand, and his cock, were well hidden in the rustling folds of the fabric of the wedding gown.
Jack's mouth opened in surprise, but Bec gave him a look that shut him up. Still hidden in the folds of fabric, she began jacking his cock, feeling it swell and harden in her palm. Holding it from below, with her thumb and forefinger wrapped around the base, she slowly jacked it back and forth, then gradually increased the pace. Jack felt his sister's smooth, soft fingers and moist palm sliding up and down the tender skin of his shaft. All the while, they waltzed around the dance floor, smiling and nodding at the other dancers and bouncing to the music of the band.
The music played on. Bec jacked faster and faster, and Jack felt his cum boiling in his balls. It was all he could do to keep his facial expressions under control as his baby sister brought his engorged shaft to the edge of ecstasy, and beyond. Eventually, he could take no more, and he let loose a stream of pearly white cum into her hand. Bec squeezed him tightly, and caught every drop in her palm. When Jack was finished cumming, Bec lifted her hand to her mouth. Looking him straight in the eye, she lifted her hand above her face, tilted back her head, and let the slimy scum drip slowly into her mouth, swallowing it all down. Jack looked on in awe.
"Thanks for the dance, Big Brother," Bec said, and kissed him on the mouth, snowballing a few drops of his own jizz into his throat. Then, laughing, she turned away, looking for her next victim.
She quickly spotted him across the room: a tall, Slavic looking bartender, standing behind the bar near the coat check. She rustled over to him and looked him in the eye.
"What can I get for you, Miss?" he asked.
"It's been a long day," Bec told him, "and I need something good and stiff."
"How about a Cosmo? I make the best in town," the bartender suggested.
"Not stiff enough," Bec told him, and came around to the back of the bar. Crouching down, she pulled down his zipper and pulled out his cock. "I'm going to kneel here under the bar. You keep serving the customers, but I want you to fuck me at the same time."
The bartender, whose name was Stanley, had been a bartender for a long time. He knew better than to argue with a client, especially one who wanted to be fucked. He reached down quickly and flipped Bec's wedding gown up over her ass, exposing her shapely buttocks. With his strong hands, he ripped her panties to shreds. She kneeled on the lower shelf of the bar, invisible to the bar patrons. Stanley pressed his cock against her pussy lips, dangling down below her butt cheeks, and slowly but inexorably entered her moist cavern of love. The huge head of his cock parted her engorged lips, and slowly disappeared inside her pussy. Soon he was swinging back and forth on the balls of his feet, pumping her with all his might, enjoying the slick, sticky suction of her snatch. Customer after customer came for drinks, but he managed to serve them, all the while servicing Bec's needful pussy with his thick hard cock.
Bec was moaning silently to herself underneath the bar as Stanley's cock thrust in and out of her, biting her lower lip to keep from making audible noises. She could feel Stanley's cock stabbing and jabbing into her love tunnel. She pinched her own nipples to enhance the sensations, and gripped tightly onto the shelves under the bar. Stanley swung and penetrated faster and faster, and finally reached his orgasm, launching a stream of cum deep into her pussy. Bec, furiously frigging her clit with a swizzle stick, managed to cum at the same time, leaking a copious squirt of pussy juice down the drain beneath the bar. She looked up, waiting for Stanley to give her the all clear signal.
When Stanley indicated that there were no customers around, she straightened and turned, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Thanks, love," she cooed. "You've got a great cock. Where do you work when you're not doing weddings?"
